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Could you do fluff headcanons for Hawks, Bakugo, Todoroki (Shoto), Aizawa and Dabi. Plssss
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Fluff Headcanons
A/N: FIRWT REQUEST FIRST REQUEST THANK YOU OMG I had so much fun writing this I hope I wrote it to your liking!
Tags: Fluffiest cloud heaven
Bakugou Katsuki who grins so boyishly like a child when you give him all of your attention; disregard the work you were doing and coo and aw at how handsome and lovely he is
Bakugou Katsuki who falls asleep so quickly and you have to wake him up every one or two minutes because you donโt want to feel alone;ย which often results in him sleepily petting you to sleep while grumbling about the things he does for you just because he loves you
Bakugou Katsuki who squeezes your face with his fingers and leans into your lips, only to push your head back and laugh at your adorably stupid and flustered look because he loves teasing you so much
Todoroki Shoto who scratches your back while warming the water as the two of you sit in the bathtub; music playing from your phone and spicy amber fragrant drifting around in the air from the candle
Todoroki Shoto who goes searching for four-leaf clovers with you at the hill and when he finds one, he quickly wishes that the both of you will never stop loving each other, like how the sun never stops chasing after the moon and the moon never stops chasing after the sun
Todoroki Shoto who follows you around the house like a lost little puppy whenever heโs clingy andย misses your touch until you turn around and pepper his face with kisses, hug him so tightly his soul comes out of his mouth and pet his head for a whole minute
Aizawa Shota who snores in his sleep and you love laying your head on his chest because it rumbles slightly from his snoring; when you pull your head away, he stirs up awake because the comforting pressure you gave him is gone
Aizawa Shota who sees your face for the first time that morning after he finishes marking his studentsโ papers since the evening before and tries to squeeze his limbs into your skin as hard as he could, letting all of his tension out with a sigh and a whiff of your scent.
Aizawa Shota whoย makes the bed with you, washes the dishes with you and folds the laundry with you because the feeling of being domestic warms up his soul and he canโt wait to grow old and retire and be with you until he dies
Takami Keigo whose snorts bounce against the walls of your bedroom and feathers glide down the air as you tickle his wings, filling the room with you giggling at the noise he made as well
Takami Keigo who spread his wings big and proud as you tell him they look the prettiest and now he always unconsciously replay your words whenever he flies or shows them off
Takami Keigo who savors moments like this, like when you are painting his nails hot pink or trying to braid his leg hair because the villain he fought with and almost lost his life to has always nibble and bully his mind with the thought of how he canโt see you anymore when his lungs stop breathing and heart stops beating
Dabi who lowers his eyelids and gives out an exhale as you hold his face in your soft warm hands; he only dares to relax under your gaze that never seems judge or hate, only admire and hold such love towards him.ย
Dabi who tells you his real name and expects you to say it with uncertainty and doubt but you speak it out like a poem, smooth against your voice and tone as soft as silk because itโs his name and itโs something that is beautiful no matter what
Dabi who stares at your eyes and your lips and your marked up neck as you look up at the stars when the two of you canโt sleep and go stargazing. Then, he tells you you are his star and his sky and his universe
ยฉ toji-bunny-girl โ all rights reserved. do not modify, translate, plagiarise or repost my work
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but youโre actually benefitting from the โfriendshipโ and not begging for him to spend the night after he bends you into myriads of poses you didnโt know you could handle while pounding your cunt into a fucking waterpark.
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but heโs actually kinda hurt when you kick him out of your house after you came over 5 times from oral and his dick. maybe not kindaโฆbut god forbids he expresses that to you cuz a man gotta keep his aura yknow?
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but he burns the image of you sleeping and drooling on his chest and resist the urge of licking your saliva off your lips cuz heโs a freak like that, dreams abt fucking you on the countertop in the mornings and kiss you goodbye as you leave for work like heโs a thingโlike a boyfriend, or a husband??????
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but he realises heโs fallen in love with his hot nonchalant baddie โfriendโ and heโs freaking out when he accidentally blurs out โI love youโ while he cums hard in your hot little pussy.
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but heโs actually fucking sulking like a 9 year denied McDonalds because you pretend you didnโt hear the desperate, come-fueled confession from the deepest part of his cock just so you can continue being JUST friends with benefits.
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro who catches himself stare out of the window after you rejected his invitation for dinner as if heโs heartbroken. and maybe he is???? AS FUCK????? so what????
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but he doesnโt wants to be friends with benefits anymore because heโs pussy-whipped and heโs so fucking in love with you and your beautiful eyes and your beautiful voice and your beautiful brain and heโd do anything to be your thingโyour anything more than a fucking โfriendโ ๐๐๐
anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not โreal writersโ because of what they wrote about.
reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.
reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.
You don't go to the library to study. You go there to have your cunt stuffed, by nonother than librarian!Gojo.
He works there 5 days a week, and you made sure to be there by your corner every single one of those days, carefully staring at him through the side of your book. Of course, he's well aware of your interest in him. You're so preoccupied with him you don't even realise you're holding the book upside down.
He doesn't realise it yet but he's slow to share the same amount of attraction to you as you are to him. He'd note the way your eyebrows would adorably scrunch together when you're actually doing your assignment for once, and you'd collapse face down onto the table when the frustration and exhaustion caught up to you. Or how your favourite colour seemed to be pink, your stationery and laptop covered in different shades of the colour.
He's used to your presence by now, having spent the last couple of weeks observing you just as you stalked him through the library. And truth to be told, he actually enjoyed itโhe's got a cutie following behind him, too shy to strike up a conversation with him and too dumb to hide your little crush any better.
You quickly became the only part of his job he would look forward to, questioning what kind of crap you were going to pull up to just right before his shift. Until you're gone all of a sudden.
Maybe you were just late, he thought on the first day of your absence. Or maybe you're sick by the second day. Perhaps you're just busy with schoolโฆor maybe some another guyโ
Why does he even care in the first place? You're just some stalker with a pretty face, nothing special out of the sea of girls in his DMs. Gojo doesn't like how he's fretting over a girl who he hasn't talked to before, your presence doesn't control how his day goes anyway.
Until it does.
It exasperated him by how he allowed himself to be subjugated under you. He can't focus on his seminars when the voices in his head wonder about you louder than the lecturer's, he can't flirt with the chicks on campus without thinking about that fangirl from the library and he can't sleep if his head is filled with the images of you with another guy.
What kind of spell have you managed to put him under?
He was completely and utterly chafed by the next week when he entered his shift, a frown seemingly marked permanently upon his face as he went through his chores, putting away the books back to their categorised shelves. That was until he heard a familiar pit-pats of your shoes, and saw your figure stupidly hiding behind a bookshelf from the side of his eye.
His playful spirit returned when he noted your presence, and he wandered further into the library, where no one could see the two of you. As expected, you shuffled along his steps before slipping yourself into the aisle behind him, pretending to flick through the choices of books on display.
Those were Chinese novels, and you majored in Biochemistry. Idiot, he thought with an internal chuckle.
Unbeknownst to you, he had strolled to your back, waiting for you to turn to face him. Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when you found him standing right in front of you, and you froze then and there like a deer in the headlights.
"I know you've been stalking me around here," he had a shit-eating smirk on his face as his arms rested by your sides to trap you in between them. "Freak," he whispered next to your ears, sending a tingle through your nerves.
"I-I, ahโ" you stammered, trying to collect your words to sound coherent. Your face was flushed bloody red with embarrassment, and Gojo was sure he'd burn himself if he were to touch you.
"But that's okayโฆ" he drawled. "I won't spread the word if you listen to me."
Your eyes were wide, gaping at him through your lashes as you nodded.
Fuck, were you adorable.
"You like me, huh?"
"UhmโฆI, uhโฆ"
"Hm?"
"Y-Yes," you blurted with your eyes squeezed shut, too embarrassed. Your breath was hot, and they scorched his cheeks red upon your words.
"What do you like about me?" oh god does he love teasing the hell out of you.
"Your f-faceโฆ"
"My face?" he feigned dumb. Of course, he's well aware that girls would only come chasing after his looks. But he absolutely enjoyed torturing you with his stupid questions. "Which part of my face?"
"Huhโฆ?" your eyes were spinning, your hands raising to push his frame a little away for your comfort.
"My eyes? My nose?" his bigger hand captured the two of yours into his grasp, his fingers were icy cold against yours, and his face neared yours once again, merely a breath away. "Or my lips?"
You didn't dare to answer, the sound of your throat gulping filled the air as a few stray hairs of his tickled your cheek. His eyes peered towards yours, catching your gaze that fell upon his lips.
"There, huh?" Gojo's smirk widened, his grip on your wrists tightening a fraction. "Wanna try them?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but no words left your trembling lips, except for a silent gasp. He took the shift of your feature as a sign for him to advance onto you, his lips gently sucked on your soft flesh, the tiniest amount of your saliva flowed onto his tongue and they tasted better than the finest honey.
A string of your mixed essence connected his lips to yours, red and swollen as a sign of his kiss, when he pulled away. Your knees weakened in enfeeblement, and Gojo caught you before you could fall to the ground.
"You're done?" his arms are strong, and you could feel his muscles flex under your hand when you gathered your strength to stabilise on your feet. "I'm not."
His touches slowly trailed down from your arm to your hips, and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together when his gaze fell onto them. In his eyes you could see a growing hunger that lurked beneath his bright blue eyes, it was the darker gradient that hung low in his orbs.
"Do you touch yourself here when you think of me?" your teeth sank into the flesh of your bottom lip and your eyes peered down to between your skirt, where his hand was as you vaguely nodded; hoping that he didn't see the faint motion of your head.
How wouldn't he know when all his attention is on you? His eyes scanned the faint shifts in your features when he pressed against your heat, making sure there wasn't any hint of dissent to his touchโand mostly searching for the muted salacity behind your pretty eyes.
"Sometimesโฆ" your voice was meek, but it was audible enough for his ear to twitch at your words. His chest almost burst to your confession, and the images of your features twisting into lewd faces flashed past his mind, calling out his name with that sweet voice of yours.
A soft moan left your lips when his fingers slipped past your pink panty, drawing slow circles upon your clit. Your hips bucked as he teased, his other hand coming down to palm your ass.
"What about I make you feel good?" he gently asked, and you drunkenly nodded to your pleasure. His thumb grew charge of teasing your hardening bud, his two long fingers dipped into your already-slick cavern, reaching the sensitive parts of your inside.
Your lips tensed into a line to quell the moans that drew from your itching tummy, and your hands rested on Gojo's chest, gripping onto his shirt for support.
His fingers grew greedy for more of your whimpers, stroking past your walls, searching for the velvety spot in you. You threw your head back when he found the part he was looking for, pumping out and into the spongey surface, stimulating your nerves to their limit.
Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyelids flew shut when he expedited the speed of his slick-coated digits, his arm growing slightly sore as he carried you to the height of your orgasm. His cock twitched when you drew out a cry of pleasure, your breath stuck in your throat as your mind went blank from your high.
Your grip on his clothes loosened, and you panted as you rest your weight against the shelves, Gojo's damp fingers evident of the pleasure he delivered to you. He watched as you collected your remaining breath, your cheeks flushed pink in arousal and your eyesight slowly blinked clear.
A bolt flash of surprise ran through his eyes when you carefully pulled his pants down, gripping his hardened girth with your warm hands. Gojo stopped you with a grab of your wrist, your whole body tensing in creeping embarrassmentโhe doesn't like it when you touch him?
Your thoughts flew out the window when he spat onto your palm, before guiding your hand back to his throbbing cock. Your mind grew blank as you began fisting his length, his breath hitching when you rubbed over his pinkish-red tip.
Your touches were filled with careful inexperience, and Gojo found it absolutely fucking adorable. The soft squelching of his saliva in your hand as you pumped his cock filled the air, and he inched closer to kiss you once again.
His groans flowed into your mouth as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, drinking in the taste of you as you pleased him. You seemed to be a quick learner on your own, pumping his pulsing cock faster, gripping onto him tighter, and rubbing his sensitive tip of all.
His hips stuttered along with the movements of your hand, a sign of his close release and you were clearly relentless to please him. Your pace doesn't falter, but fastened instead and his moans muffled through your sloppy kiss, your mixed drool dripping down your chin and onto your chest.
"Fuck," his voice cracked as his cock twitched, before ejaculating his hot semen onto your clothes, slowly dripping down to your thigh. Your breaths mingled in the sultry air, the smell of your essences filled your nostrils as the both of you cooled from the aftermath of your highs.
You recognised the dirty smirk on his face when you flicked your gaze up at him, and you sank into the bookshelf in preparation for what he had conjured up in his mind.
"The library closes in 30 minutes, we'll get the whole place to ourselves by then."
Maybe Iโm just a little unhinged but yandere prince gojo who brands you just to remind you and everyone else in the palace you belong to him and only himโฆ
Hi! Your nymphomaniac post made me think about somethingโฆ can you please write Sukuna x throat goat reader? When heโs fucking your face roughly and you take everything because you just SO good at it, and even Sukuna is flabbergasted that you enjoy it so much.
(Would be great if there would be some face slapping, spitting or facial)
Feel free to ignore if thatโs not your thing, ty ๐ซฐ
his joints weakened at the sloppy sound of your saliva-dripped mouth and his throbbing cock. you slurp him up like heโs a fine meal, your tongue slithering around his girth, savouring the taste of him.
โWomanโฆโ he groans, almost painful and wearily. His chest rumbles with his words, and it shook again from a guttural groan that snaked up his throat. โFinally foundโhaa, a good use to that mouth of yoursโmmpha.โ
You were too engrossed with his cock to even listen to him. Your head hazy with clouds of arousal as you entertained your senses with him. He was all you could smell and tasteโthat musky strong pang of his scent that came from his cock and salty sweet coat around his girth.
โF-Fuckโโ have the pleasing skills of women grew as time passed? Where the fuck were you back then? Sukunaโs head grew hot from the countless thoughts gripping on his mind, and you continue to rouse his nerves despite his efforts to distract himself from going insane from his cock.
Your cheeks continued to hollow, and his cockhead twitched with every bump against the back of your gummy throat. Heโs gonna bust a century year load in some slutโs mouth, and he knew it was going to crash into him hard from the way you sucked him. Is it some kind of jujutsu? You were threatening to snatch his soul out from that pretty lips of yours.
โDonโt you fuckinโ stop,โ he almost growled, large palm forcing your head nowhere but down his length. Your mouth was still working, and so was your throat as you clenched around him. His hips stutter into the hair as you bobbed your head up and down his sloppy cock, tongue fluttering around his length like butterfly kisses.
His fist tightened in your hair, and the crashing waves of his orgasm ran through him like never beforeโit had his toes curled and breath hitched in his throat. A croaked moaned dragged from his chest as you felt pumps and pumps of velvety ropes fill your mouthโoverflowing down your throat and gushing out of your lips along with your saliva. His thighs shook lightly as you continued to suck on his tip, jerking out the last bit of his seed out of his twitching cock.
You pulled yourself off of him with a soft โpopโ of your lips, and your eyes lifted to Sukunaโs drunken gaze, flushed and hazy.
โThatโs a pretty sight to see,โ he chuckled, thick fingers tapping your puffed cheeks before he spat on your swollen lips. His digits slipped to your lips before shoving both his leaking seed and saliva into your mouth. โSwallow.โ
You gulped loud, and a satisfied smirked spread across his face before he tapped his lap.
what do we think abt lathering bakugouโs big strong muscles in affection and soft touches, He would probs go insane, A pretty girl whoโs in love with him loves his muscles?? awesome!!, HEโD GET SO FUCKING HARD LMAO.
mmm ๐๐ *drooling from the thought of it
You love everything about Bakugou. Love the small frown between his eyebrows when he's concentrating on something, usually working on the papers works or doing his daily work out.
And you love it when you get to see the incredible flex of his muscles during his hours long session in the gym, the pull of his muscular limbs as he stretches and the few drops of water that leaked from his mouth while he was drinking sliding down his perfectly lined abs, hardened and perfectly sculptured by the best sculptures.
Then it's your favourite time of the day when he returns home, head to toe drenched in sweat as his skin glistens under the lights, just like a Greek god.
Bakugou heads into the bath and you immediately hop down from the couch and start to get undressed, sneaking into the unlocked bathroom to join the blonde as he turns off the water, level and warmth enough for him.
He's not surprised when you giggle a 'hi' to him, snaking your hands around his frame and poking at the vein on his arm as it's been far too many times you've invited yourself in to his showers.
The only reason he hadn't kicked you out was just because you give good massages, rubbing and kneading his tense away from his shoulders until your fingers trail themselves around his torso, ghost over the lines of his muscles as he shudders from your touch.
Then you draw your hands lower down his abdomen, to the goosebumped-skin of his thighs, nails softly scratching the inner side of them as you bite at his lower lip.
Bakugou is all putty in your grasp now, blush across his cheeks and naked tits against his back, you're like a succubus who always seem to break him, touching and playing with his body for all you want.
Hmmm I so need Bakugou in my life rn ๐ซ๐ซ
ยฉ toji-bunny-girl โ all rights reserved. do not modify, translate, plagiarise or repost my work
saw a pussy portal story, and omggggg i wish, imagine sitting bored through a lecture and a monster decides to use your portal???? getting absolutely wrecked by a giant ridged cock, panties ruined with your slick and the precum as this monster pounds your little pussy and you are forced to wobble off to the bathroom, curling up on the ground and letting the monster force broken and desperate little ah ah ah ah ahs out of your mouth, uncaring of other student who hear you cumming over and over in the stall, clenching and squirting on monster cock
His eyes glowed as he watched you slowly unfolds on him, slick cunny leaving trails of arousal on his warm abdomen while messily moaning his name.
Gojo would thank himself for the amount of training he does just for this momentโyou grinding your horny little pussy against his chiseled abs.
โWhat a slut,โ he chuckled, grabbing the fat of your ass and sinking your hips down his body. Your cries were drawn into pitiful whimpers when the sensitive bundle of your nerves ground against his stiff muscles. โUsing me to get off?โ
โIt f-feels goodโmmh,โ his hands flowed to your hips, guiding you in slow, torturous circles over his tensed abdomen. His fingers dug into your flesh, your ass rubbing against his hardened tent every time you sank back.
โSo fucking desperate,โ his cheeks were dusted in a bold blush, the sound of your squelching arousal bounced against the walls and the smell of your sweet sleek filled his nose. โYouโre making a mess, pretty.โ
โStop teasing!โ your eyebrows crinkled, sight clouded in a thick haze as you focused on the tingly friction of your cunt.
Gojo merely smirked at your horny-dripped features, forcing your hips lower against him, and the intensity stimulating your clit sent jolts of electricity over your body; your back arched in pleasure. โFuckโyouโre cumming?โ he laughed as you threw your head back, eyes squeezing shut.
His chuckle morphed into a groan when he felt the heat of your orgasm pulsed through your cunt, your slick juices spreading all over his abdomen. His cock twitched in its restraints, begging more for whatever his nerves felt.
โThatโs hot,โ he breathily said, before flickering his sharp blue eyes onto your flushed visage, fingers still gripping onto your stilled hips. โDonโt stop now.โ
โMmphโMโ still sensitive!โ you helped when he continued to ground your pulsing clit against him, your wet thighs shaking from the overstimulation.
โWanna see you cum again,โ he groaned, almost pleadingly. There was no way you could refuse him, with the rising tide of orgasm soon taking over your nerves and his pretty eyes glinting in electrified blue.
#SYNOPSISโ whoring around your college campus with the jjk men
#CHARACTERSโ toji, nanami, choso, itadori
โ LAB TECHNICIAN!TOJI
who you suck off as an apology for him to go through all that trouble to fix the broken incubator you messed up.
โYou gottaโfuck, do better than this, doll,โ the rugged male teased, hiding a groan beneath his breath as your throat tightened around the fat tip of his cock. โWe wouldnโt want your name on this report, do we?โ
The sounds that bounced from the walls were dirty to the coreโa mix of wet squelches and muffled chokes. You were on your sore knees, spit-covered hands twisting around his veiny length that couldnโt quite fit into your mouth as you lapped over his sensitive slit with your tongue. He was all you could smell, the strong scent of his masculine essence drifting into your nose, making your head heavy and drawing a tingly pool of arousal between your sticky thighs.ย
His large hands tightened around your head when you hollowed your cheeks, tears clinging onto your eyelashes as you drunkenly gazed up at him; absorbing the sight of him nearly melting from pleasure. โKeep sucking, pretty girl,โ Toji inhaled through his teeth, his eyes closing shut into a frown as he threw his head back, his hips jutting towards you as the pressure building in his nerves neared its limits.ย
You felt his tip twitch before he slammed your head all the way down to the base of his shaft, your body jumping from the shock and your jaw slacking from the fullness of his cock that stuffed your entire mouth. Your head remained still as the groaning male fucked his cock into your wet cavern, your throat gagging, tightening around his fat girth every time it touched the base of your throat.ย
His groans turned to almost cries of pleasure as he forced himself deeper and harder into you, his balls slapping against your chin and your fingers reached between your aching legs, playing with yourself. You were nothing but a messy state of a toy, with drool dripping down your swollen lips and tears ruining your makeup with each sore gag of your muscles, pathetic digits rubbing your throbbing nerves.ย
A moan gurgled up from your throat when a rupture of velvety cum filled your insides, spilling down to your chin and chest. โThatโs it, take it like a goodย fuckingย girl,โ your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his strong hands forced your nose against his pelvis, and you let out a soft groan when the thick whiff of his masculine scent hit your senses. His breath was hot and heavy against the crisp air as he moaned through his crashing orgasm, pulling your hair from the pressure as you tongue his throbbing sensitive tip.
You spat his thick semen onto the ground after Toji pulled himself out of your mouth, your eyes blinking into a rest as you tried to relax your sore jaw. And before you knew it, youโre pulled onto your feet, a look of unsatiated smirk lurking on his face. โNow, wonโt you show me your other hole?โ
โ PROFESSOR!NANAMI
who gives you a late personal class about the female anatomy when everyone has left the lecture hall.
The cold pad of his fingers rolled your hardened bud, and a mixture of humiliation and twisted arousal pervaded through your mind as you laid on top of his desk, thighs spread as he inspected your exposed sex. โโitโs surrounded with nerves, and extends to beneath the labia majora.โ
His touches flutter down your to said part of your loin, and his eyes momentarily fell upon your face; drinking in the sight of your feverish visage, evident of the blood that cascaded through your vessels.ย
โItโsโฆโ Kentoโs gaze remained on you, and you could almost see the carnal hunger prowling behind his glasses, his fingers working its ritualistic dance of heavy swipes on your puffy clit. โVery sensitive.โย
Your back arched as pleasure began to sneak up upon you, your lips pouting in frustration at his tease. โM-More,โย
โUse your words,โ his words were like a harsh gash of rejection, denying you your path to greater pleasure just to hear youย begย for him.ย
โTouch me more, sir,โ your breath was stuck at the top of your throat, throbbing cunt yearning for the fingers that traced the outline of your lips. Youโre so fucking needy for himโslick arousal leaking out of your hole, crying for his touch to fill your wet cavern. โPleaseโฆโ
โHmm,โ he smirked, thick digits stretching past your tight walls before stirring up your insides with every curl. Your hips rose into the air as he continued to taunt your dripping cunt, pressing against the gummy part of your wall and jumbling up your nerves. โWhat do you say now?โ
โT-Thank you! Thank yoโhhngh!โ your teeth were clenched and eyebrows shot upwards, feeling the jittery burn passing through your nerves and dancing at the edge of orgasm. His thumb rolled over your hardened clit, never once losing the momentum of his digits in and out of your squelching, needy cunt.ย โNngh! Haaโโ
Kentoโs canines grazed against the flesh of his lip as he watched your features twist to the rising intensity in your belly. Your hands scrambled to grip the edge of the table as he felt your walls flutter, wet cunny gushing around his hand and juices squirting onto his wrist as your stomach tensed. โGood girl,โ the low timber of his voice nearly made you purr as you breathed cool from your high. โWhy donโt we move on to something more?โ
โ NERD!CHOSO
who does your assignments for you in exchange for you to teach and guide him the ways to please a girl with your own body.
โT-There,ย good!โ your grip tightened around his hair as you slightly pushed his head into your cunt, your hips rolling with your eyes sighed into a close. Heโs quiet, observing the way your body jolts whenever he strokes the certain part of your wall, centralising hisย
Heโs slurping you up like a fucking feast, moaning through your pulsing cunt like a man on a week-long fast. The bridge of his nose rubbed against your hardened clit, stimulating your senses with the bumps and curves of his tongue.
โNnghโah!ย Choso, baby!โ his face flushed red from the way you cried his name, nails sinking into his hair, gripping onto his scalp as you rode his face to your high. โKeep going, Iโm c-close,โ you breathily vocalised, your chest rising and dropping at a high frequency.ย
Heโs good. Perhaps better than you would ever imagine at something so lewdโcheeks hallowing to suck on your throbbing clit as his tongue flicked them over and over again.ย
โS-Stop, Chosoโฆ! Iโm doโannh!โ you yelped when he continued to lap at your walls even after your orgasm, disregarding your pleas as he continued to overstimulate you with his licks. His big hands forced your thighs apart when you tried to squeeze them together with his head in between, your attempt futile to stop the butterflies from fluttering through your sore cunt.
He was suffocating himself in your weeping cavern, groaning and moaning with your glistening juices coating his lower faceโaddicted to the way your syrupy essence tasted on his tongue. Your toes curled as your consciousness burst through another dimension of pleasure, your puffy clit sore and cunny gushing all over the bed sheets.ย
Choso peaked at your messy features from between your thighs, his sleepy eyes taking in the sight as he rubbed his hard-on against the bed before sinking down for another lap at your sweet juices.ย
โ JOCK!ITADORI
who fucks the remaining adrenaline left after his game into your cunt in the locker room, the revelry outside from the crowd covering up the banging of the locker metal and your animalistic groans.
โBabyโhaa, yโlook sโpretty inโnngh, my medal,โ Yuuji drunkenly muttered against your skin, the gold dangling on your neck hitting your marked chest with every brutal thrust of his into your cunt.ย
โY-You did sโgoodโaangh!โ your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, thighs numb from how hard he was fucking you. Yuuji had your legs wrapped around his waist, and your back banging against the locker door for the past 10 minutesโyou knew your body would be sore but who cares when youโre gushing around his fat cock.ย
โMmnhโyโfeel sโgood, baby,โ his sweaty body pressed against yours before he sloppily kissed your swollen lips again. โYโso tightโhaa, I can feel yโsqueeze all over me.โ
โF-Fuck, Yuuji! Iโm closeโhaangh! D-Donโt stop!โ you cried as you gripped onto his back for your dear life, the roaring orgasm that slowly crept up from your womb threatening to flush your sanity away with its current.ย
โMโclose too, baby. Wanna cum in y-you, please!โ he pressed his heavy head against the cool locker metal, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes. He was so fucking near, and his thighs almost gave up to the tingly burn that made his muscles sore.ย
โTโis f-fine, Yuuji. Y-You can cum in meโmmmh!โ with a loud, guttural moan, Yuuji buried himself to the hilt inside your core, his body tensing as his seed painted your walls white. He doesnโt stop when his thick cum spurted out of your hole, even when youโre screaming his name from the raw burn as he continued to ram into your sloppy cunt.ย
Heโs got a good amount of pent energy in him, and a round of fucking wouldnโt amount to controlling himself. Youโd have to have your legs broken off before heโs satisfied yet.ย
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the thought settles deep in your chest like a stone, familiar and heavy, as you lie on the silk sheets of the massive bed.
your fingers trace the embroidered patterns on your robeโsome floral design you can't see but can feel beneath your fingertips. the fabric is soft, expensive. everything here is expensive. everything here screams luxury and power and wealth.
but none of it screams love.
you hear nothing from his side of the bed.
the man is so impossibly quiet, it makes your skin prickle with unease. you've been here for three months now. three months as the wife of ryomen sukuna, the king of curses, the most feared ruler in all the lands. and in those three months, he has barely spoken a word to you.
at first, you thought it was a game.
some twisted test of patience. you were clever enough to know that political marriages were rarely about love. you'd been prepared for indifference, for coldness, for a husband who saw you as nothing more than a strategic alliance.
but this? this silent treatment that stretches night after night, this deliberate distance he keeps?
it cuts deeper than you expected.
your hand moves from your robe to your stomach, pressing against the plane of your belly. you're small. you know this. delicate in a way that makes people underestimate you. and blind. gods, the blindness. the one thing that has sent every single suitor running in the opposite direction.
princes would see your face firstโthe one they called ethereal, otherworldly, beautiful in a way that seemed impossibleโand they'd fall to their knees.
they'd whisper sweet words, promises of devotion, declarations of love at first sight. and then you'd speak, and they'd realize your eyes didn't track their movements, didn't meet their gaze. and slowly, painfully, you'd listen to them pull away. hear the hesitation creep into their voices. feel the distance grow until they were gone.
you were used to it.
but sukuna? sukuna had looked at you once, for a single moment, and said yes. the entire empire had been shocked. the king of curses, the ruthless murderer, the emperor who had never shown interest in any woman, accepting a blind bride from a neighboring kingdom? it was scandalous. impossible.
and you'd felt hope.
you hate yourself for that hope now.
because three months of silence have taught you the truth. he doesn't want you. he tolerates you. and honestly? you'd almost prefer cruelty. at least cruelty would be a reaction. at least cruelty would mean he saw you as something worth acknowledging.
but this nothingness? this endless, suffocating nothingness?
it makes you feel like you've already disappeared.
the servants guide you through your days with practiced efficiency. they dress you, feed you, lead you through the palace halls. you've memorized the layout of your chambers, the path to the gardens, the number of steps from your room to the dining hall. you've learned to navigate this world without sight, just as you've always done.
but you can't navigate him.
you don't know where he sits at meals. you don't know if he watches you. you don't know if he even notices when you're in the same room. his presence is a voidโa massive, oppressive absence of warmth that you can feel but never touch.
tonight was bad.
you'd been led to the gardens by a new servant, someone who didn't know your habits. she'd taken you left instead of right, and you'd walked straight into a hedge, thorns scratching your calves before she'd yanked you back with a flurry of apologies.
then you'd almost fallen down a staircaseโthe grand staircase with its uneven stepsโyour foot catching on the edge, your heart lurching into your throat as you'd pitched forward. a guard caught you just in time.
and the whispers.
you can't see their faces, but you can hear their voices. the concubines. the noblewomen. the servants who think you can't hear them.
"the blind empress."
"does he even notice her?"
"i heard he hasn't touched her once."
"what a waste of a pretty face."
"she must be so lonely."
"she must be so pathetic."
you'd smiled through all of it. kept your head high, your shoulders back, your voice steady. you learned long ago that showing weakness only invites more cruelty. so you'd walked through the halls with your practiced grace, your cane tapping against the marble floors, your face serene.
but inside, you were crumbling.
and now, lying in this massive bed, with your hair spread across a silk pillow and the scent of incense curling through the air, you can feel him beside you. he's so close. you know he's sitting up, his back probably against the headboard, his presence a heavy weight in the darkness.
does he ever sleep?
you've never heard him snore. never heard him shift in his sleep. he's so still, so silent, you sometimes wonder if he's even real.
a long, long time passes. the candles burn down. the incense fades. the night wraps around you like a shroud.
and you can't take it anymore.
"ryomen?"
your voice comes out soft, barely above a whisper. you hate how small you sound. how vulnerable. you'd wanted to sound strong, confident, demanding. instead, you sound like a child calling out in the dark.
silence.
you wait. count your heartbeats. one. two. three. four. five.
just when you're certain he's ignoring you, just when the familiar ache of rejection settles into your chest, a voice cuts through the darkness.
"what."
it's gruff. low. a single word that rumbles through the air like distant thunder. and it's the most he's said to you in days.
you swallow. your throat is dry. your fingers twist in the sheets.
"i...i want to ask you something."
more silence. you can feel him staring at you. you can't see it, but you can feel itโthe weight of his gaze, heavy and unreadable.
"ask."
you take a shaky breath. this is it. this is the moment you've been building toward for three months. the question that's been eating you alive, consuming you from the inside out.
"do you hate me?"
the words hang in the air between you. they sound so small. so pathetic. you wish you could take them back, but it's too late. they're out there now, exposed and raw.
"hate you?" his voice is strange. almost...confused?
"because of...because i'm...y'know, blind." the words taste like ash in your mouth. "i know it's...i know i'm not what you expected. i know i'm not the best option. i know i'mโ"
"stop."
the word is sharp, and you flinch. your breath catches in your throat. you brace yourself for anger, for cruelty, for him to finally confirm what you've suspected all along.
but instead of harsh words, you feel movement. the bed shifts. his weight moves closer.
and then, without warning, a hand wraps around your waist and pulls.
you let out a frightened shriek as you're yanked from your position, your body colliding with something solid and warm. your hands fly out, grasping at fabric, at skin, at anything. you're on his lap, straddling his thighs, your chest pressed against his. he's so bigโso impossibly largeโthat you feel like a doll in his arms.
"ryomen!" your voice is high, panicked. "whatโ"
"quiet."
his hand settles on your thigh. it's huge. calloused. rough in a way that sends shivers down your spine. but the touch is gentle. impossibly gentle. he strokes your thigh once, twice, a soothing motion that slowly calms your racing heart.
"you really think," he says slowly, his voice rumbling against your chest, "that i hate you?"
you can't speak. your throat is too tight. you settle for shaking your head against his chest, even though it's a lie.
a low sound escapes himโnot quite a growl, not quite a laugh. his hand slides from your thigh to your chin, tilting your face up. his thumb brushes across your lower lip, feather-light.
"open your eyes."
the command catches you off guard. "what?"
"your eyes. open them."
you blink, confused. your eyes are already open. you can't see anything, but they're open. you tell him as much.
"no." his voice is strange. softer. "i mean...look at me."
"i can't see you."
"i know." his thumb traces your jawline. "but i can see you. and i want to see your eyes. please."
please.
the word catches you off guard. the king of curses, saying please? to you?
you don't move. don't breathe. just let him hold your face in his massive hand, his touch devastatingly tender.
"i don't hate you," he says, and his voice cracks on the words. "gods, woman. i could never hate you."
your heart stutters. "then whyโ"
"because i'm fuckin' terrified."
you blink. "what?"
"do you know what i am?" his hand slides from your face to your hair, fingers threading through the strands. "i'm a killer. i've been killing for centuries. my hands are stained with blood i'll never wash clean. i'm rough, and violent, and i don't know how to be gentle."
"butโ"
"but when i saw you..." he trails off. his fingers tighten in your hair, just barely. "when i saw you, i couldn't breathe. you were so beautiful. so small. so... perfect. and i thought, 'she's too good f'me.' , 'i'll break her.' , 'i'll hurt her.'"
his voice drops to a whisper.
"so i stayed away. because every time i look at you, i want to touch you. and every time i touch you, i'm afraid i'll destroy you."
tears prick at your eyes. you don't understand. you can't understand. this entire time, you thought he hated you. you thought he found you repulsive, broken, worthless.
but he was...
...afraid?
"you don't hate me?" you whisper.
"no." his forehead presses against yours. "i love you. i've loved you since the moment i saw you."
a sob escapes your throat. it's ugly and raw and you can't stop it.
"but you neverโyou never talked to meโ"
"because i didn't trust myself." his other hand comes up to cup your cheek. "because i knew if i started, i wouldn't be able to stop."
"then don't stop."
the words leave your mouth before you can think. they hang in the air, bold and desperate.
"don't stop," you repeat. "please. i don't want you to stop."
sukuna goes still. so still that you wonder if he's stopped breathing.
"you don't know what you're asking."
"i do." you reach up, your fingers finding his face. you trace the planes of his cheeks, the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his lips. "you're my husband. i want you. all of you."
"i'll hurt you."
"i don't care."
"i'll break you."
"i don't care."
his breath hitches. and then, finally, finally, his lips crash against yours.
the kiss is desperate. hungry. it tastes like three months of longing, of confusion, of aching loneliness. his hand fists in your hair, pulling you closer, and you gasp against his mouth. his tongue slides against your lower lip, asking for entry, and you give it willingly.
he tastes like sake and power and something darker. something that makes your toes curl and your heart race.
he pulls back, breathless.
"tell me to stop, and i will."
"don't," you say immediately. "don't stop."
he groans. his hands slide down your back, gripping your hips, and he lays you down on the bed. you fall against the silk sheets, your hair spreading around you like a halo. you can't see him, but you can feel himโhis weight on the bed, his heat surrounding you, his breath ghosting across your skin.
"m'gonna show you," he says, his voice low and rough. "m'gonna kiss every inch of your body. gonna taste you until you scream my name. i want to make you feel so good that you forget every single doubt you've ever had about yourself."
your breath catches. "ryomenโ"
"let me." his lips brush against your neck. "let me show you how much i love you."
you nod, unable to speak.
his hands find the tie of your robe. he undoes it slowly, reverently, like he's unwrapping a gift he's been waiting centuries to open. the fabric falls away, cool air hitting your skin, and you shiver.
"beautiful," he breathes. "so fucking beautiful."
you feel his lips on your collarbone. soft. worshipful. he kisses down your chest, his tongue tracing a path between your breasts. his hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing across your nipples, and you gasp.
"sensitive," he murmurs. "good. i'll remember that."
he takes one nipple into his mouth. his tongue circles the peak, slow and deliberate, and you arch into him with a desperate moan. he laves at you, sucking gently, nipping with his teeth until you're writhing beneath him.
"more," you gasp. "pleaseโ"
"patience." his voice is a dark promise. "i haven't even started with ya' yet."
he switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention. his hand slides down your stomach, fingers tracing patterns on your skin, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. you're already wetโembarrassingly wetโand he lets out a low growl when he feels it.
"fuck," he mutters against your skin. "you're soaked. f'me?"
"yes," you whimper. "only you."
he groans. his fingers slide through your folds, collecting your wetness, and you buck into his touch.
"tell me what you want."
"i wantโ" you gasp as his thumb circles your clit. "m'want your mouth."
his laugh is dark and breathless. "demanding little thing, aren't ya'?"
"please," you beg. "ryo, pleaseโ"
"shh." he kisses your stomach. "i'll give ya' what y'want."
he moves down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire. he kisses your hips, your thighs, the inside of your knees. by the time he reaches your core, you're trembling, desperate, aching.
and then his tongue touches you.
you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. he laps at you like a man starved, his tongue sliding through your folds, circling your clit, dipping inside you. he moans against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.
"taste s'good," he mutters against your skin. "could eat ya' forever."
he sucks your clit into his mouth, and you scream. your hips buck against his face, but he holds you down, his massive hands gripping your thighs. he alternates between sucking and licking, building a rhythm that has you climbing higher and higher.
"that's it," he praises. "let go f'me...lemme taste ya'."
his fingers find your entrance, sliding inside you without warning. two fingers, thick and long, stretching you. he curls them, hitting a spot that makes you see stars, and you shatter.
you come with a scream of his name, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through you. he doesn't stop. he laps at you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you're sobbing from the intensity.
when you finally come down, he crawls up your body, his lips finding yours. you taste yourself on his tongue, and it's the most intimate thing you've ever experienced.
"m-more," you whisper. "m'want more."
his eyesโyou can feel themโsearch your face.
"are you sure? we can stop. we canโ"
"i'm sure." you reach for him, your fingers finding his chest. "i want you...please."
he hesitates. you feel the tension in his muscles, the restraint he's barely holding onto.
"m'bigger than ya'," he says, matter of factly. "a lot bigger. and i have...i have two dicks, woman. i don't know ifโ"
"i don't care." you pull him closer. "i trust you."
he groans, pressing his forehead against yours.
"if it hurts too much, tell me. and i'll stop."
"okay."
"promise me."
"i promise."
he shifts above you, and you feel something heavy and thick press against your thigh. and then another. two cocks. the thought should terrify you, but instead, it sends a thrill through your body.
he aligns himself with your entrance, and you feel the tip pressing against you. he's hugeโso much bigger than his fingersโand you wonder if you can actually take him.
"relax f'me," he murmurs. "breathe."
you inhale deeply, and he pushes in.
just the tip, and you gasp. he's stretching you in a way that's almost unbearable. it hurts. there's a burning sensation, a pressure that's too much and not enough.
"shh," he soothes. "you're doing s'well. so good f'me."
he pushes deeper, inch by agonizing inch. you feel your body struggling to accommodate him, your walls clenching around his length. and thenโ
a sharp pain.
fuck...you forgot.
you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. he stops immediately.
"did i hurt ya'?"
you can't answer. the pain is fading, replaced by a strange fullness. you feel something wet trickle down your thigh. warm. sticky.
blood.
his eyes slowly flicker down, and you can hear his breath stop. he's tense. too tense.
"fuck," he hisses. "you'reโyou're a fuckin' virgin?"
you nod weakly, biting your lip. your heart is pounding fast. loud. "is that...bad?"
"no." his voice is strained. "no, it's not bad. i justโfuckโi didn't know. i would have been more careful, woman."
"you are being careful," you whisper, fingers pressing into his shoulders "keep going."
"you're fuckin' bleeding."
"i don't care. please. i want to feel you." you sniffle. god, the pleasure is making you bold. too fucking bold.
he lets out a shaky breath. "you're going to kill me."
but he pushes deeper, slower this time. gentler. his lips find yours, kissing you softly as he sinks into you. the pain fades, replaced by a deep, aching fullness that makes you moan.
when he's fully sheathed, he stops. lets you adjust. his forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged.
"y'feel incredible," he breathes. "so tight. so...fuck...perfect."
"move," you beg. "please."
he pulls out slowly, then pushes back in. the friction is delicious, the stretch exquisite. he sets a rhythmโslow, deep, deliberateโeach thrust hitting a spot that makes you see stars.
"ryomen," you gasp. "r-ryoโ"
"i know," he murmurs. "i know, doll. feels s'good, doesn't it?"
"yesโyesโ"
his hand slides down your stomach, pressing against the slight bulge where he's buried inside you. the feeling makes you moan.
"look at that," he says, awe in his voice. "you can feel me, can't ya'? right here."
he presses down, and you feel itโthe outline of him inside you. it's obscene. it's incredible.
"more," you gasp. "harderโ"
"y'sure?"
"yesโpleaseโ"
he obliges. his pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. the bed creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with your moans and his grunts.
"gonna come," he warns. "where do you want it?"
"inside," you gasp. "pleaseโi want to feel youโ"
he groans, his hips slamming into yours. and then he's coming, hot and thick, filling you so completely. you feel itโhis release pouring into you, painting your walls, claiming you from the inside. his cum is already trickling down your thigh, oozing out of your cunt.
at the same time, he's stroking his other cock. you feel the wet spurts hit your stomach, warm and sticky.
he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you. his face buries in your neck, and you feel his breath, ragged and uneven.
"i love you," he whispers, gruff. it's funny. you've always thought the word love doesn't exist in his vocabulary. but here he is, saying it over and over again. "i love you so much it terrifies me."
you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.
"i love you too."
a long moment passes. then another. and thenโ
"we're going to do that again."
you laugh, breathless.
"right now?"
"after i clean you up." he kisses your neck. "and then again. and again. and again. until ya' can't walk."
"promise?"
he pulls back, and even though you can't see him, you know he's smirking.
"promise."
you're already half asleep when he pulls you against his chest, his arms wrapped around you like he's afraid you'll disappear. his lips press against your hair, your forehead, your eyelids.
"my wife," he murmurs. "my perfect, beautiful wife."
