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— 𓆉 Rea twenty-two, (s)her, I write for aot & jjk, big dick bully endorser, Choso’s gf<3, Suguru’s favorite cult follower, Reiner’s pretty girl, Kishibe’s favorite, I like scary bfs & mean old men, slow posts & replies, requests are open<3

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if I say noncon pussy eating

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someone get this guy a napkin please i’m begging

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Choso

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ghostface x itafushi

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Yuji with a gf thats obssesed with sucking his dick..like, whenever she can she just plops down, take his cock out and just suck him off, and he lets her :33

Yes, but let’s make it yandere!yuji

— disclaimer (25 year old!Yuji, yandere, mdni, +18 only, oral fixation)

Your boyfriend is devastatingly, genuinely warm. He’s the sweetest, most inviting person you’ve ever met. From the very moment those syrupy brown eyes poured over you, he’s been nothing but caring and attentive to your every need. Despite everything he’s gone through, all the curses his knuckles have split open, he’s still maintained an element of cheerfulness that puts people at ease. He knows loss, and that’s why he cares so much about you.

“You can be upset with me all you want — that’s fine,” his voice is smooths over the words through that sunshine smile of his, “of course it’s not being controlling, baby! I’m just protective!”

Yuji’s always telling you that sort of thing — something about the certainty he has in his own words making something warm swirl inside your belly. He’s been through hell. He’s seen hell, but he’d go through it all a million times over just to watch you sink between his thighs and take his thick cock in your mouth.

Yuji adores you. He knows how to take his time. He studies people. He has infinite amounts of patience when it comes to those he loves and enjoys taking his time learning everything about them. The way you bite your straws, nibble down the ends of your pens, the manner your top row of teeth sink into your lower lip in thought never goes unnoticed by him. He knows you have an oral fixation, and he’s determined to be the one who satisfies it.

He’s eliminated all your other self soothing techniques, ensuring that when you get that urge, there’s only one person you can call to satisfy your needs. There’s nothing wrong with that. He’s doing it just to keep you safe. The more you rely on him, the more you’re around, the safer he can keep you. He’s not doing this from insecurity. It’s deeply held, experienced back conviction that he needs to keep those he loves safe.

“Yeah, that’s what you needed, baby,” Yuji exhales, the words not exactly stated as question with your inability to respond. There’s nothing more Yuji loves, maybe aside from doggystyle, than feeling your throat constrict around his girth. Your nose presses into the pink curls along his pelvis, the same hue that matches the heat spreading from the tips of your ears across your cheeks.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” Yuji assures, lips curling into a smile far too kind for what lingers within his mind. His large hand settles against the top of your head, thumb soothing a circle on your temple. “Just take what you need.”

Yuji’s intoxicatingly warm. The way his dick throbs against your tongue has endorphins flooding your brain, so it’s no wonder you’re always getting on your knees every chance you can get.

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Yuji with a gf thats obssesed with sucking his dick..like, whenever she can she just plops down, take his cock out and just suck him off, and he lets her :33

Yes, but let’s make it yandere!yuji

— disclaimer (25 year old!Yuji, yandere, mdni, +18 only, oral fixation)

Your boyfriend is devastatingly, genuinely warm. He’s the sweetest, most inviting person you’ve ever met. From the very moment those syrupy brown eyes poured over you, he’s been nothing but caring and attentive to your every need. Despite everything he’s gone through, all the curses his knuckles have split open, he’s still maintained an element of cheerfulness that puts people at ease. He knows loss, and that’s why he cares so much about you.

“You can be upset with me all you want — that’s fine,” his voice is smooths over the words through that sunshine smile of his, “of course it’s not being controlling, baby! I’m just protective!”

Yuji’s always telling you that sort of thing — something about the certainty he has in his own words making something warm swirl inside your belly. He’s been through hell. He’s seen hell, but he’d go through it all a million times over just to watch you sink between his thighs and take his thick cock in your mouth.

Yuji adores you. He knows how to take his time. He studies people. He has infinite amounts of patience when it comes to those he loves and enjoys taking his time learning everything about them. The way you bite your straws, nibble down the ends of your pens, the manner your top row of teeth sink into your lower lip in thought never goes unnoticed by him. He knows you have an oral fixation, and he’s determined to be the one who satisfies it.

He’s eliminated all your other self soothing techniques, ensuring that when you get that urge, there’s only one person you can call to satisfy your needs. There’s nothing wrong with that. He’s doing it just to keep you safe. The more you rely on him, the more you’re around, the safer he can keep you. He’s not doing this from insecurity. It’s deeply held, experienced back conviction that he needs to keep those he loves safe.

“Yeah, that’s what you needed, baby,” Yuji exhales, the words not exactly stated as question with your inability to respond. There’s nothing more Yuji loves, maybe aside from doggystyle, than feeling your throat constrict around his girth. Your nose presses into the pink curls along his pelvis, the same hue that matches the heat spreading from the tips of your ears across your cheeks.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” Yuji assures, lips curling into a smile far too kind for what lingers within his mind. His large hand settles against the top of your head, thumb soothing a circle on your temple. “Just take what you need.”

Yuji’s intoxicatingly warm. The way his dick throbs against your tongue has endorphins flooding your brain, so it’s no wonder you’re always getting on your knees every chance you can get.

[akagelchii]

Eren Jaeger

Lazy coloring

It's been years since I drew him

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I feel like yandere!cult leader! Geto would not let you do anything without his permission. He would want full control over every aspect. What clothes you wear, you sleep, what you eat, when you can leave, and who you’re allowed to be around 😮‍💨. The only man I’d let control me.

Cult leader!Suguru keeps his control over you on the low — I think like having members lay out your clothes for you when you wake up or maybe even in more subtle ways like modifying the dress code a bit before shifting to having your clothes laid out for you

It’s going to be a shift that happens over time and the more and more he allows you to get close to him, just physically rarely ever emotionally, but that’s when he’s slowly sinking his claws in

It’s not going to be obvious, but one day you’ll realize the routine your following has been critiqued down to a tee

The manner he exercises his control over you most is when you want to hang out with certain people like you tell him your plans and he’s like “mmm maybe not today sweetheart” and when you call him out he just decides you’re worked up because your needs aren’t being me and overstimulates you until your brain is empty of any thoughts of who you wanted to hang out with

[anniewinniie]

wip

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I still think about that scene

[lloeydd]

Megumi!!!

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My next post will be yandere gojo i just don’t know when:0

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Jjk collab with one of my dear friends 🤧

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HIIII could i request a choso x sensitive and nervous reader smut? i need this man like i need food and water, thank you!!

Choso x sensitive reader

Someone finally requesting my boyf Choso;) he’s so hard to write for omg

— disclaimer (mdni, +18, crybaby reader, Choso’s kinda sleepy, size kink or difference mention, establish relationship, sensitive reader with a big heart, cockwarming, praise, somno maybe but really just a sleepy fuck)

“Do you want to talk about it,” Choso mutters, and although you know he’s never been the best with emotions, you appreciate his attempts to at least listen to you. He sets you on your feet to let you crawl underneath his black sheets before he slides in beside you, arm immediately latching around your waist to keep your back pressed into his chest.

It’s been a long day. A long, rough, exhausting, tiring day, and all you want is your boyfriend to come sleep with you. Don’t get it wrong. Choso’s big bed is very comfortable, which you always found to be weird considering all he has on it is sheets, a blanket, and one pillow. He’s never had a comforter for some reason, and when you’re lucky that second pillow will occasionally return, but on this visit, it decided to disappear into nothingness again. Back to the point, Choso’s bed may be strangely comfy, but it’s only comfortable when your boyfriend is in it.

Fortunately, all you had to do was stand between him and the tv for him to get the point. Words don’t need to be spoken. You swear you can have conversations with him just from looking at each other. That’s how you ended up here with your back pressing into your boyfriend’s chest with his big cock stuffing you so full, his heavy arms draping around your waist to keep you close to him.

“Long day,” you sniffle, voice sounding so quiet and raspy, causing your boyfriend’s ears to perk up a little bit. It’s a lot to get you to speak, always burying your feelings right inside your big, swollen heart, too naive of the fact that you wear them right on your sleeve. “Hm,” you feel his lips resting against the back of your neck, tickling the sensitive skin through his hum. It’s not going to be much longer until you spill. He has his ways, and a cock shoved inside your tiny pussy is one of your greatest weaknesses. Although, it may not be the healthiest way to cope with feelings, you always end up smiling all wide and dumbly afterwards — & that’s all Choso wants, he wants to see his girlfriend happy. That’s why he’s behind you. He can’t bear to see the love of his life in tears.

Gentle touches, the pads of his fingers drawing circles over the hill of your hips, over the fabric of your thin panties which had been tucked to the side for the time being. It’s coaxing all the tension in your body to dissipate, a growing comfort that allows you to open up a little bit more. You’re always so nervous over nothing, or at least, that’s what every one tells you. Through a shuddery whine, you murmur, “all I wanted to do was be helpful, Cho.”

He hates it. There’s nothing more that gets underneath his thick, callous skin than someone being rude to you. He’s grateful you can’t see the way the space between his eyebrows furrow, his voice deceivingly monotone as usual, “help with what, babe?”

“I jus’ wanted to help,” a waver of a sigh breaks through your words, turning your face into the pillow to hide your hiccups into the pillow, “I jus’ wanted to help my friend in our lab today, b-but he’s jus’ . . ”

“He’s a dickhead,” Choso fills in the blanks for you, closing his eyes before they could roll to the back of his head. He’s made it known before he’s not very fond of the guy. This guy in particular isn’t exactly for the light of heart, and he can just imagine it in his head when you try to be helpful only for your clumsiness to take over leading the guy to be a bit snappy with you. There’s nothing that pulls the strings of your heart so painfully taught more then giving a less than satisfactory performance at anything you do. The thought of letting someone down makes your brain go a bit haywire.

“Shh, don’t worry about it,” Choso’s deep voice is comes through in a grumble, a rumble of thunder on a stormy night as he holds you just a bit tighter to his chest, “you care too much.”

His words are a slur on a groggy drawl, but he found it utterly impossible to not get sleepy when he has you so close, so comforting. He’s not going to sleep anytime soon, however, he’s not going to sleep when his dick is so hard it fucking hurts. That’s not even mentioning the fact that he’s not even moving, but the manner in which your walls constrict around him makes it feel like he’s already being milked.

“Cho,” he can hear the tears in your voice when you sniffle the nickname, the whine that slurs through the undertone in your voice that you’re trying so hard to bite back for the fear of being annoying . . but Choso could never find you annoying. His lack of reactions, the manner in which he unintentionally disguising himself under this enigmatic persona of silence and disinterest, may lead others to believe he may dismiss any concern with a roll of his eyes. For the most part, Choso does face hardships or conflict with a shrug of his shoulders, but not when it comes to you.

“Princess,” he replies, and you almost want to whine just for his lack of acknowledgement. You’re about to open your mouth again until his voice catches you off guard, “I hate when you’re upset.”

A hand slithers around your front, fingers curling around the underside of your jaw to coax you to look over your shoulder at him. He can’t bear to see you in tears, because all it does is make him want to fuck you harder. His dark brows are pinched inwards, pretty lips draw into a scowl with a scoff, “too pretty to be crying over some dumb boy.” He shushes any protest with a kiss, smearing the kiss down your lips to your cheek to your jaw to the slope of your neck where he sucks into the skin. “Can’t imagine anyone being mean to a thing this fuckin’ precious.”

“Choso,” you hiccup, neck straining to peer at him over your shoulder. The incoming sob that was just about to make your shoulders shake is choked by your throat constricting at the sudden grind of his hips into yours. Small hands clutch at the arms that wrap remain solid around your waist, keeping you cocooned into his chest with the next roll of his hips.

“You’re too fuckin’ good,” Choso’s grunting, nose pressing along back of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as his cock hits your softest spots with a precision, a slow steady beat, “always wasting your time helping others.”

It doesn’t matter how long you and Choso have been together, you still haven’t adjust to his girth, unable to help the way tears spring into your eyes every time the tip of his cock nudges that one spot deep inside you. Some people might say that fucking is an unhealthy coping mechanism to stress or sadness, but you swear Choso’s dick is cathartic. The way the muscles of your pussy constrict around him makes both your minds go a bit empty in the right way.

“Worrying ‘bout what others thinking of you,” he’s rambling, not even sure of what he’s saying when his attention is honed in on the cries falling from your lips, glossy in a mix of both of your saliva. If you weren’t so distraught, if his dick wasting erasing all your worries by making you the center of its attention, putting your pussy on a pedestal, then maybe you’d have time to question if he’s praising you or scolding you.

“M’ sorry,” you whimper, trying to peer at him over your shoulder through a bleary vision, not expecting to be meet with the hardened amethyst that peer through you.

“Shh, you got nothing to apologize for, baby,” Choso’s gaze never leaves yours, pausing his movements for a moment as the pads of his middle and ring finger run across his tongue. Those fingers trail down your frontside to draw impatient circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. The arm under you raises, groping a breast to keep your body close when his pace picks up again, harder this time. “S’ not your fault,” he’s grunting, temple pressing to yours as he props himself on a forearm to reach in deeper, “your hearts too big for this tight fuckin’ body of yours.”

Every draw of his hips back is annoying slow, but the slam of his hips in to the plush fat of your ass makes up for it and then some. The tips of yours are starting to tingle, every stroke of his cock bullying that spot inside your pussy only makes you want to be more vulnerable with him. Choso wants that — wants you to only be vulnerable with him, doesn’t want you to show your heart to the world the way you do. You’re always ending up hurt in the end. It doesn’t matter if you’re crying just cause someone said they didn’t like the way you did your hair that day, Choso is going to be the one with strong arms wide open for you. An unspoken understanding of each other on a level unexplainable.

“Cho,” you hiccup, “m’ cumming.”

Choso’s jaw is taught, teeth unconsciously clenching at those words that spur him further. “Give me it, baby,” you can barely make out the words over the waves of pleasure that wrack through your body, “give me your heart.” Choso fucks you like he’s trying to dig it out of you, hips curling up into yours with precision of every thrust like it’s thought out. He must be making process, because sometimes you swear you can feel him snug inside your belly.

Choso’s everything to you as you are to him, and you can feel the swell of his balls when they slap against your clit. Through your tears, you’re begging for him, “cum in me n’ all give it you.” You’re chanting the phrase like a mantra, calling out to whatever deity likes within that cursed part of his spirit to give himself to you.

When Choso does finally cum, he gives you everything you’ve cried for. All that love and adoration, the catharsis you’re searching for is fucked into you from stuttering him, breathing in each other’s air as his temple remains pressed to yours. Your bodies melt into each others like a puddle, both unwilling to make the move that will unravel the knot of your entangled bodies.

“Baby,” Choso heaves, swallowing the spit that had collected in his throat as he meets your gaze through heavy eyelids, “don’t worry your heart about a thing.”

Reqs are open<3

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Just started watching Naruto & I love it so much

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Patreon update🥰

This man loves to eat