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eclairia-monarch · 2 years

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Being Shiratorizawa's Manager HC

I'm going to admit that Shiratorizawa isn't my favourite team (I'm SORRY-) but I love them. Toshi’s “i’m counting on you” to Shiki got me GADKGALSKHKJLASHF

warning: mentioning of their lost against Karasuno (because jezuz any team crying makes ME CRY DAMNIT). this is a long HC omigod

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imagine a beautiful swan 🦢 surrounded by an aerie of eagles 🦅

that's you and your volleyball boys wherever you go

as someone who was offered a scholarship, and slightly far from home [with you coming from Hokkaido Prefecture], you decided to just join a club to create a temporary family

the only slot left was the manager position of the boys’ volleyball club, oh how lucky (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ

it was a difficult position to apply for due to various reasons

firstly, they are a prestigious team that represent Miyagi as a volleyball powerhouse, and of course, that meant that even the manager must be up to their standards and prestige

secondly, have you seen how scary coach Washijo is?? ＼(º □ º l|l)/

you had the privilege of seeing this demon coach yelling at his players in the middle of a match for a minor mistake and that memory resurfaced when you realised you might run into this old man in your dream school

nonetheless, knowing you had to quell your loneliness, you grew some balls and applied

thankfully you were accepted on the spot and Coach Saito was the one teaching you the basics

being a very competent student, you were able to get use to the routine. fast and efficient, you even got Coach Washijo to say you are a very good manager. that’s a whole ass achievement right there what the fuck- Σ(□_□)

but you also set a whole new standard as a volleyball manager in Shiratorizawa so now you can’t find new managers to take over your duties in the past year because the pressure was too high

you are just the manager but your time in the gym sometime lasts longer than the players themselves because you went back and forth making sure every equipment was functional and well taken care of

dumbbells that were not arranged properly accordingly their weight? you rearrange them perfectly

machine unclean? you take out your cleaning supplies and began to sanitise it to the best of your abilities

so now as a third year, you have to really juggle between your studies and club activities, but the team is always there to share your burden because you are their precious manager that stuck with them no matter what

first and foremost, we have the ambitious and sweet Tsutomu, the only first-year that made it to the regular roster

looks up to you like how he looks up to Ushijima

although you are no ace or whatsoever, your ability to take care of the entire team without breaking a sweat is just as impressive to him

he always finds a minute every day to express his thanks to you and that he will become a better ace than Ushijima, and for you to keep watch

contact name for you is “[y/n]-senpai 🥺🦢”

always compliments and compare you to a beautiful swan, leading to the team teasing him again for being a simp

but it didn't matter because he only speaks the truth!

of course you found him to be very sweet. even if he is taller than you, you still treated him as a team baby

he is easily scared about paranormal things ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : ) so when they have late night trainings, you tend to look out for him more and makes sure he doesn't freak out when cleaning up dark areas

which then leads us to Kenjiro, who always scolds Tsutomu for causing trouble for you, especially if the first year ace-wannabe asked for you to tutor him

the team main setter also holds tremendous respect for you too, and is very impressed that despite being so busy, your grades remained at the top percentile and even tutor your fellow third years during busy exam periods on top of everything

Kenjiro might be serious most of the time, but the blush on his face when you give him any physical attention and the little sparkle he has in his brown eyes when you speak to him was not hard to miss

might have a teensy-weensy crush on his manager senpai ( 〃．．)

how can he not? you are beautiful, has the kindest smile, understanding and willing to stay late at night with the team when they had night training

he would make sure you weren't exhausting yourself in school and club activities

but instead of actively getting your attention, he is the type to take away others from your line of sight. to Kenjiro, competing for your attention is a lot harder since there were so many others trying to get close to you every single second

don’t bother asking his day, he will somehow let you know because he just wants to be part of your routine

might get a little pouty if you stop him from scolding Tsutomu because it made him look bad in your eyes

if you are lucky, you might be able to catch him staring at you with a tiny smile (*ﾟーﾟ*)

As for the other second year regular, Taichi, he might be quiet most of the time but it’s not difficult for you to converse with him as the manager

he appreciates you and how you take care of the team. you also encourage him during his play since he was still uncertain of his strength and how well he can play

your words help him before matches, because you were not one to sugar-coat to help the players gain superficial confidence, so he trusts you a lot

but he is still uncertain because now he wonders how you would view him if he had a serve miss, a miss blocked or whatever that causes the team to lose points

the trust you placed on him was more of a heavy burden at the beginning but over time he will come to learn that it was because you saw his potential and since then, he will be more confident in his plays, and might try aerial attacks even if he wasn’t sure about scoring a point

and finally, the beloved third years, your fellow pillars

Reon might be laid back and easier to approach but even his first impression was just “fierce” in your eyes

in the beginning, it was Reon that helped you to get used to the oddity of this team

he helped you with communications between yourself and Satori before you finally understood how the red head operated

in the end, you and Reon ended up being the parents of this group and humble them when they get too full of themselves

Hayato was similar to Reon, but he was more so protective of you and acts as your mentor in volleyball

also the guy who saved the most balls from hitting your face and always nagged about how you had to be more careful but he does it

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა shwoftly because he cares about you a lot

will turn around and asked the one responsible of spiking to practise their damn aim

because he keeps misplacing his phone, he ended up having to keep it with you

lmao me too Hayato, me too

With Satori, you two actually managed to get along despite how blunt he could get at times because he was just genuinely interested in your life in Hokkaido

he calls you his miracle buddy since you seem to be able to pull off the impossible at times for the sake of what you want to achieve ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

every single time he succeeds in his guess block, he will turn to you and just

v(´∀｀*v) -- “look at me, [y/n]-chan!”

and you will always clap for him to boost his mood

pls talk to him about Shonen Jump, even if it means letting him ramble on and on

he loves to pull you into random conversations, especially when either Wakatoshi is around

because you two are so diametrically different and Satori wants to hear you two’s answers to his questions for amusement

or if he was with Eita, because for some reason, their third year setter gets less agitated about his “semi-semi” nickname 👀

Satori smells ✨tea✨

Wakatoshi and you took the longest to actually get along because of how tactless he can be when speaking, often gaining criticism from his teammates about how he shouldn't’ scare off their manager

you learn to not take anything personal because his honesty and bluntness helps you to improve

he actually cares about you a lot but he just shows it in a different way

he always reminds you to take good care of your health. might send you random care packages with a note that says “i heard this is good for x y and z”

he will wait for you and escort you to your next destination if time permits. will always ask how you are for the day

might just stand behind you and stare ಠ_ಠ at whoever speaks to you rudely, even if it is mild, because hello? manners?? you speak to your loved ones with that mouth??

will think you are a weirdo for thinking he is weird (in the most affectionate way ever)

but he appreciates you for thinking his left-handedness was cool, it reminds him of when his father plays volleyball with him in his childhood

with Eita, even tho he is known to be serious and stoic most of the time, his competitiveness is very apparent when it came to you and Kenjiro

boi is madge because he wants to spend time with him too

of course you will talk to him. even if he is stoic, it doesn’t mean he won’t smile when he speaks to you.

i mean have you seen his smile? its so cute and nice to look at i mean- hdsakhfgalkhe

he visited his other third years’ dorm room once asking for fashion advice because he became a little self-conscious about his casual clothing after Satori said he looked bad in them

he just wants to look good for you in any outfit oKAY- dun judge him (∥￣■￣∥)

you once pointed out about his lip licking habits and he just

B L U S H E S like a damn fool in love

he took it as a sign of you being observant about him, which is true because let’s be real, he is one of the more handsome students in Shiratorizawa

will ask if you need help with the laundry but will just do it with you because it was a whole load of jerseys and misc that you alone had to handle

while you don’t usually have to worry about guys coming up to you for your number whilst you are in Miyagi

Tokyo is a whole different ‘jungle’. Shiratorizawa might be a powerhouse but that doesn’t mean those in Tokyo’s main stadium are weak either

over the course of three years, you’ve learnt to reject people asking for your contact but the boys will always materialise to whisk you away

“I strongly advise that you do not put our manager in an uncomfortable spot again. We shall see you in court,” Wakatoshi will warned

those people better look out because Shiratorizawa is there to put them in their place in court

they better recognise where they stand and realise Shiratorizawa’s manager is waaaaaaay out of their league

the lost to Karasuno was definitely something you didn’t expect

they team gathered with tears in their eyes, looking at you after the coaches left, apologising for losing

( ^^)/(･･､) “why are you sorry? i’m not angry, and i’m proud of you guys”

as per usual, you greet them with a smile because you have never felt disappointed in any of them. you are, like always, proud that they played so dedicatedly till the end

that was the enthusiasm and love for volleyball that you admire

the team knew your smile was genuine as well, and thanked you for supporting them all the way

(.づσ▿σ)づ. please give them all a hug, it will help them with the tears i promise

when the third years step down, you surprised the team with a new manager that you are able to find not too long ago

but don’t worry, you are the only one that will forever remain known as the white swan manager

although you stopped coming to club activities, you still stop by once a week to make sure your boys and the new manager are able to pull through because you just know Washijo is back to his demon mode again

pls save them from this old man

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 3 months

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Hot Take: Hamtaro (esp the English Dub) should've had the Red Hot Chilli Peppers in its soundtrack (most specifically Snow (Hey Oh)

Plus it fits my headcanon that one of Stan's and Jingle's favorite bands is RHCP so catching either of them listening to them in the show would've been a nice touch!

Damn Always Wishing Anime English Dubs/Animation in General Could Be More Playful with Their Soundtracks.....

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oh-ranpo · 2 years

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☾ -- pairing: dazai osamu x reader ☾ -- a/n: so, I traveled over the weekend and I had this thought because I’m a nervous flyer and I’m kind of a whore for this asshole at the moment so.. enjoy 😂 18+ CONTENT. Minors DNI.

You’re a nervous flyer, and everyone knows that.

So when Dazai says he’s booked a trip for the two of you that requires a fairly extensive flight you’re… nervous to say the least.

You’re nauseous and can’t sleep the entire night before though you do your best to hide it.

The flight is early the next morning but Dazai is slow moving and so you show up and get through security with only a little of time to spare (only adding to your anxiety)

Just about 10 minutes before it’s time to board the plane you excuse yourself to the bathroom

Because having to use the plane bathroom is unacceptable so this is your last chance before your long flight.

Internally, you feel like a tornado is raging inside your stomach and like you could be sick any moment.

However, Dazai is excited and so you’re going to be too.

If your racing heart doesn’t kill you first.

Once you use the bathroom, you step back into the main concourse and immediately have someone tugging on your arm.

You start to yell before you turn and see it’s Dazai and he’s dragging you around the corner into an unoccupied hallway.

In seconds, he has you pinned against the wall and a wicked smile spreads across his face.

“Dazai, what are you-“

You don’t get to finish your question before he’s kissing you with an intensity that has your toes curling.

Normally you love having his lips on yours and his body caging you against a surface of any kind but you’re in a public space and so you shove him away as best you can.

“This is an airport,” you huff, earning an amused laugh in response.

“And you’re way too nervous for this wonderful vacation, so I figured I would try and help with that, belladonna.”

He’s kissing you again right after and as he presses into you more, you find yourself starting to melt into him.

He swears he only has one supernatural ability but the way he is able to make you so pliable to his every whim has to be something beyond just regular human powers.

But then his hands trail down between your legs and you’re trying to put distance between you again.

“Someone is going to see!”

“Exciting, isn’t it? But I also don’t care.”* And when your hand drops away from his arm, his smile returns even brighter than before and his fingers are slipping past the waistband of your shorts.

A strangled moan forms in your throat when he touches you and his lips are soon on your throat, driving you absolutely crazy.

The edge of his bandages near his wrist rub against the inside of your thighs, the feeling both familiar and a little irritating. Not that you were one to complain in such a situation.

“Dazai,” you groan as one of his fingers slips inside of you, quickly followed by another.

Your mind is completely gone at this point and all you’re focused on is more.

Luckily, he seems to read your mind as he pushes your shorts down further just as your hands reach for the zipper of his pants.

You’re certifiably insane for going along with him on this but now you can’t help yourself.

Besides, this corner of the airport is barely used. All of the gates are closed and you’re tucked away enough that no one could truly see you if they were just walking by.

Or could they?

The question flits from your mind quickly as you finally undo the button on his pants and you’re pushing them down just as he presses in closer to you.

“You’re so agreeable, my love,” he coos as he kisses you hastily once more before lifting one of your legs so it can wrap around his waist. “Such a good girl for me.”

You groan at his words as your hands wrap around his length. His hips stuttering against your palm as his head falls to your shoulder.

“Such a good girl.”

Your other leg soon joins the first around his waist, and you’re guiding him into you, the familiar stretch of him soon greeting you as your head falls back against the wall.

“Fuck,” you breathe as you adjust to him, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks again.

“Such a potty mouth. Where did my good girl go?” he teases and the roll of your eyes is interrupted as he pushes into you fully, causing them to go wide instead.

“Shut up and move,” you huffed as your hands gripped his shoulders tightly.

Now that he was inside of you, he had all the power, but he knew exactly what to do with it.

His thrusts were quick but steady, and the angle he had was just enough to tease the spot inside of you where you wanted him most.

To stifle the moans that were bubbling up in your throat, you leaned forward and pressed your face into his neck, your teeth skimming his skin whenever he would hit an exceptionally good spot and you had to keep yourself from crying out.

It wasn’t long before the boarding announcement for your plane was being made over the intercom, and Dazai’s pace quickened.

Your head lifted just in time to see the playful glint in his eye before he kisses you sloppily.

“Better hurry up or we’re going to be late to our plane,” he grinned, and he maneuvered one of his hands between your bodies so that his fingers could brush across your clit while also adjusting his hips just enough so that he could hit that spot deep inside of you that had you seeing stars.

“Oh my God,” you cried out, probably louder than you should have but Dazai didn’t hush you.

Instead, he sped up his motions and within a few more seconds, you were cumming with him following just after.

His hips pushed up against yours a few more times before he was slowly lowering you back to the ground.

As you pulled your shorts up, you started back towards the bathroom to clean yourself up, but Dazai stopped you before you could get too far.

“We don’t have time,” he told you with another bright smile. “but if you meet me in the bathroom once we take off, I can help you clean up.” He added the second part with a wink and you couldn’t stop yourself from scoffing.

“In the airplane lavatory? Dream on, Dazai.”

He was right, however, that you didn’t have time. Final boarding was being announced and you had to get to the plane. Now.

Once Dazai’s pants were fixed, he reached for your hand and started leading you back towards your gate.

“Still nervous?” he asked and it was then that you realized what his plan had been.

But, if you were being honest, you discovered that you weren’t nervous at all anymore.

It was hard to be when you were still coming down from the high that he had given you just moments before.

His distraction had been a success.

And you planned on showing him how appreciative you were the moment you landed.

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screampied · 11 days

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໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ F★CK ME LIKE U WANT ME ! ’﹒

𐚁̸ sum. how the jjk men fuck—feat. gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji.

𐚁̸ warnings. fem! reader, size kink, hair pulling, hitting it raw, face sitting, manhandling, impact play, degradation, squírting, faking it, spit, overstim, breeding, choking, mdni.

☆ NANAMI KENTO fucks like he’ll never see you again.

he loathes his dreadfully long work hours more than anything, spending time away from you was like a death sentence to him—all he knew at the end of the day was that he missed you, he missed his wife. the moment he’s buried deep inside you, interlocking his fingers with yours—it feels like pure bliss. “hey,” he’d breathe, and for a moment you feel his weight press against you. he’s hovering, you’re in the classic missionary position. he feels warm, tenderly hot inside. you then instinctively wrap your legs around his waist with your arms slinging around his shoulders. “my love,” he kisses near your neck, starting up a frantic yet sensual pace again. “oh, how i missed you,” and he kisses near your chin. “mwah,” he concludes before you feel his knees spread a bit more wider for a more better base. “keep those eyes up here—i missed my girl,” and he says it again and again until it sounds like a mantra.

“i missed you more.” you’d coo out in a soft voice, the back of your heel gingerly running down his back. your knees open, nanami’s kneeling between your legs and you moan at his sloppy yet erotically risqué thrusts. his sweet rotating rhythm was the icing on the cake.

“oh, honey that’s just impossible,” he’d purr in a honeyed voice, a big hand pressing against your tummy. “tell me one thing though,” he hums, and the more you listen to his voice—the more melodic it sounds to you. “when i press . . here, do you feel me or do you feel our future baby?”

a candied moan runs out your mouth before you cling onto his hips that continue to delve in and out of you. he’s piercing straight into you at full speed, you merely get whiplash from it all.

he was so thick, so hefty…

the stretch made your mind speed run, he knew just the right spots to drive into. your gummy walls clamp down on him tightly, and he bites his lip at the way your loving cunt keeps him continuously hostage. every time, he’s forevermore entangled with nothing but your warmth. bodies on bodies, he liked being on top of you—the shared warmth of his skin brushing against yours, it sends you and him both various amounts of secretive inevitable shivers.

“future baby?” you inhale with a sheepish grin, his body, the way it strenuously rocks against you in such sync makes you fall more and more and love with him. “you want another baby, kento?”

“i want a whole family with you,” he murmurs in a quavering breath, leaning up close to you to nip a few sugared kisses near the corner of your neck. glacé, a perfect word to describe your taste—in nanami’s eyes, you were the sweetest treat anyone could get their hands upon. to him, you never failed to taste so appetizing, he loves more than anything to softly run his tongue near the very inner parts of your neck. he gives it a few concise sucks, meanwhile he’s still got you right where he wants you. his cock’s idly jackhammering in and out of you and you’re holding him close with the most harmonic sounds leaving the back of your throat. “you’re such a good mommy. whenever this tummy’s all round ‘n plump, it’s so pretty,” and he brings another kiss near your lips. “you’re pretty, my love.”

the very back of your heel continues to skim down his back. nanami’s muscles tense a bit from your touch and he steadies his pace for a bit.

“let’s m-make another baby then,” you stammer, his cologne scent making you a bit dizzy. he always smelled so good, his fragrant was so loud, forever reaching your nostrils the more he’s getting himself closer and closer. nanami loves the feeling of your touch, the way your hands grab onto him—pulling him closer so he can be more thorough with his deep deep strokes. he adores it.

more importantly, he adores you.

he’s panting heavily, a few strands of sweat beads race down the corners of his forehead before he kisses you once more. after a lengthy amorous kiss, he departs with a cute flushed expression and you moan. “you’re always such a good daddy too, kento.”

“. . . oh, i try to be the best for my gorgeous wife, after all.”

nanami’s words dripped with tenderness and warmth. as the bed creaks, creating a mere harmony within itself—he feels himself coming close, he knows it. blond strands of his begin to stick and glue to his forehead from the sweat that already coats his skin. “m-my love,” he suddenly says, and his grip on your hand tightens, still intertwining his fingers with yours. “i’m gonna give you so much—sooo much,” and he kisses the top of your forehead. “you’re gonna look even more stunning once you’re done being f-filled.”

“k—kento.” you’d whine, feeling his heavy base thwack against you consistently. you could tell by the sheer hits against your cunt, he was full of incoming ropes of seed.

his breathing becomes heavy and as his kegals flex and flex. a few long extended amounts of seconds pass before he finally finishes. his tip radiates with a feeling of hotness, and once he starts to flood the inside of your pussy with strings of his load—he lets off a cute strained moan himself. “f-fuck,” he’d huff out in a short breath, and even his swears were cute. nanami’s hooded eyes stare at you, and he leans against your chest, still plugging you up. feeling his cum trickle into you furthermore, nanami then slithers a hand down your tummy. “oh, m—my gorgeous girl. now we wait.”

☆ GOJO fucks like it’s the end of the world.

“yeah so angel, we’re gonna like die in five days.”

“what?”

“i read this article earlier—the world’s ending ‘n i also just so happened to stumble across this position i wanted to try on ya.”

“……”

with gojo, it’s always abruptly unforeseen moments such as these. he’s so unserious, if unserious was a person—it’d be satoru gojo.

yet, that’s all it took because it doesn’t take long before you’re literally being stretched out to the very fullest. with your legs thrown up in the air, just dangling and dangling over your shoulders like an earring, you’re whimpering your head off.

“o-oh my god, s—satoruuuu,” you’d babble out, and he’s got you in a full nelson. in the flesh, this position was practically known for having someone feel everything. each nerve, each pulse, you felt it all.

with a clouded mind and a stuffed cunt, you felt like you’re residing in cloud nine. your mouth was just stupidly hung open—you were sure a few strands of your spit were about to run past you’re lips and you whine. “you’re so d-deep, ‘s good, more.”

he’s laid back all lazy like, manspread with you all on top of him. gojo feels his thighs ache a bit from the rough repetitive slams your cunt makes against him before he groans huskily. “s-shittt,” and his arms lock around your neck. the sounds your cunt makes in retaliation were so lewd. soaked and oh so sopping wet.

you were dripping profusely, drenching his lap with nothing but your pool of sweet arousal. “clampin’ all on me, such a nasty g—girl.”

each time your pussy flings down against his lap over and over, it sends multiple shockwaves all throughout your body—so many shockwaves. you’re hot and bothered, he brings a hand down to grab near your right tit, giving it a soft firm squeeze.

“so cute. how deep do you feel me, angel? grab my hand ‘n show me. i wanna know where my girl feels the most stuffed.”

hesitatingly, you grab onto his wrist leading it towards the very lower part of your tummy—he hums a sweet tune, nearly having you in a headlock before you mewl out.

“feel you here, ‘toru,” and you feel your knees sink. he’s so deep, the stretch has your mouth salivating before you gasp. the pointed tip of his cock prods near your clit, causing you to shudder within his hold. “s—satoru, fuck, f-fuckkk.” you’d whine out, and your voice pitches just a bit more. your entire body feels warm, it’s rising temperature the more he’s got your cunt buried to the hilt with his thick cock. a few specks of white hair that coats near his base tickles and titillates against your ass each time you mercilessly plop back down. the air’s growing heavy and stuffy. you can barely even process that a familiar feeling was concurrently arising.

“upsie fuckin’ daisey,” he groans, lifting you up just a bit more. he was so strong, well considering he technically is considered to be the strongest. the strongest in bed for sure—gojo’s got his legs parted, and he’s just dumping such mean inches in and out of your cunt. you swallow him up within your walls every time. his stallion-like stamina was purely out of this world, not showing an ounce of fatigue. “so w-hot ‘n cozy inside f’me, gonna make me cum quick, angel.”

his voice was starting to get a bit trembly and whiny.

breathing patterns irregular and picking up—he was close. although, your release ends up coming straight away, so abruptly quick to where you don’t even get a moment to breathe. it literally takes your breath away—it’s so quick you have to blink thrice.

your body, its first initial response was to vigorously shake upon impact. you gush out, and you hear yourself squelch—surprised that that even came out of you before you slump way back against gojo’s bare chest. he pauses, holding your hips in place before with a sigh, he snickers a cocky, “hm, did you just . . squirt on me, baby?”

alas, there’s no reply—cute.

so much volume came out, it felt incredible. the pressure makes you whimper out louder while still being laid back against him with his twitching cock hidden inside your pussy. he stood still, and yet you still felt the pure stretch mend your walls in place. gojo’s hand slowly reaches down between your legs before feeling near your now sopping wet cunt.

“well shit, you messy girl. you really did squirt on me huh,” and he sounds more playful than usual. gojo finally puts your legs down and then he lifts you up once more, making you rest against him. pressing a wet kiss near the corner of your neck, he whispers, a lengthy finger gradually inserting between your folds. with a hushed whisper, he murmurs, “now that i know you’re a little super soaker, do that for me again, yeah? let’s play with that little squirt velocity of yours for just a bit.”

☆ TOJI fucks like he hates you.

when toji fucks, he fucks.

toji’s mean—an asshole, practically the human embodiment of the seven-lettered word. sure, he loves you. but at this particular moment, it’s like he hates your guts. ironic, considering he was actually deep in them, stirring them up in such a rough spiteful way.

“arch the fuck over more. even i can do better than that, girl,” he indignantly grouses, a hand grips a good handful of your hair whilst he’s just rudely pounding into you. he could arch better than you? truth be told, as you’re moaning your head off while being pounded full of his thick inches from behind, you giggle. toji spanks you, his palm kissing against your ass and you bite your lip from the after-effect of the sting. “giggle giggle ass girl. the fuck is so funny,” and he deepens his thrusts—a gasp lets out from the back of your throat once he smushes his weight against you.

prone bone, one of his favorites.

if toji really wanted to, he’d lean up so close and do his most treasured move—simply putting a foot near the back of your neck. it was so lewd, you’d moan whenever you feel the very back of his sock run against your neck. such a lazy way, a foot pressed against the back of your head while he’s just gifting you with mean thrusts while you’re on all fours. “uh huh. yeah, ‘s what the fuck i thought.”

“you’re the one saying you can a—arch better than me,” you whine, your voice was shaky but he could tell you were holding back laughter. you were playing with fire, especially at a lewd moment like this. he’s deep inside, the tip of his angry cock mashing against each and every corner of your cunt before you’re about to burst. “if you can arch better than me then prove i—”

“. . . listen here bitch,” toji grumbles, feeling his eye twitch.

he tugs just a bit harder on your hair. your back arch was simply immaculate. sitting upright, your palms sat against the sheets of the bed, bawling them up before you felt his free hand grip your waist steadfastly. toji leans right up to your ear before muttering in a low raspy voice. “you know, babygirl. sure do got a lot of talk for someone who struggles to take me every damn time.”

he’s got you there, you swallow before feeling a brief sharp pivot of his hips.

everything was just downright filthy. his strokes had you gasping for air practically—meticulously, he makes sure to hit every spot. his aim was thorough and precise, making sure to hit everywhere like the insides of your cunt was his target. your pussy incessantly clenches every few seconds and it makes him groan. the necklace chain that wraps around his neck tickles your back, the way it runs against your skin makes you metaphorically fold. the material of it skims down your tense muscles and you think you’re so close you could taste your sweet release on the very tips of your tastebuds.

“c—cum, ‘m gonna cum, toji.” you suddenly whimper, feeling the brusque twitch of your right thigh. with your teeth shattering, he continues to maintain a firm grip—this time, his hand placement lowers towards your neck. it gives him a good amount of leverage before he tilts his hips forward. once he does that, he thrashes his angry plump cockhead against your folds and the whine you choke out was immaculate. “f-fuck, cumming.”

toji pauses—something wasn’t right, he knew your body and how it responded to him.

the silence was straight-up deadly. your heart races while he’s still inside, you feel him twitch whilst he’s still buried deep into you and it feels so raw. “oh, girl i know the fuck you didn’t,” he grits, and he pulls out almost immediately. literally the definition of a sassy man—you could hear the bitter annoyance lingering on his tone before he flips you over, making you stare right into his dark viridescent colored eyes. “faking orgasms today yeah? you’re on a roll today.”

“i— i didn’t fake it.” you pout, not fond of the way you were suddenly empty from him pulling straight out. you wanted to be full, but you also wanted to act like a bit of a brat. “it was real.”

“sure,” he rasps, and he suddenly gets up—you’re confused, actually quite close to your finish despite you faking it the first initial time and he casually just reaches for the remote, switching the tv on. “while ya work on making y’erself finish, i’m gonna catch up on shameless.”

“are you serious?” you pant, and he very much is. he’s getting all comfy underneath the silk sheets, lazily throwing his feet up before the dim ‘who’s watching’ prompt for netflix appears. he scrolls on his assigned name which was displayed of ‘old dirty bastard with a few racks.’

“dead serious. heh, now shut up, princess. fiona ‘n lip are speaking.”

☆ CHOSO fucks like it’s the last time.

it’s an ongoing thing for him.

he loves you more than life itself—so for him to have you straddling him, taking in every inch of your gorgeous figure, he had to give you at least one more orgasm. it was the least he could do.

“i love you.” he says, and he repeats it again and again.

once choso says those words—he never hesitates, not even once. with the way your hips rotate, he’s already about to lose all sorts of composure. big rough hands of his grip and attach near your waist to help slam you up and down his pulsating cock. “i— i love you. i love the way you always m-make me feel.”

“i love you too,” you’d say in a short breath, a snatching wind nearly takes your breath away as you feel yourself clench and tighten against him. “babyyy,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “you can touch me more, it’s okay.”

his lip quivers. with a needy look in his eyes, he cutely releases a surprised sigh of relief. “o-oh, thank you. i was gonna ask but i didn’t know if you’d want me to.”

“choso, you’re literally inside of me and you’re shy to ask to touch me?” you tease, sneaking a kiss near the corner of his lips.

a tint of sheer embarrassment rises to his face before he sheepishly smiles, softly running his fingertips against your hips. “oh yeah. r-right,” and you start to rotate your hips even further. your impactful rhythm has him weak, the grinding that you’re doing also has him in an utter chokehold. choso’s speechless—he’s more of a whiner than you, he tries to even suppress his moans by biting his lip but it’s to no use. you’re leaning forward, sliding your hands down his chiseled chest before he whimpers. “you’re so sexy when you touch me,” and then he cutely gasps. “ah, sexy—i mean, breathtaking.”

“you’re adorable,” you titter, and he feels the warmth of your own chest pressing all up against him. he really was though, he’s very gentle with his touch—the way his fingers wander, choso’s heart races a mile a minute. as he’s still massaging your gummy walls with the lengthy size of his cock, he sighs himself. “close, baby?”

he nods, literally melting from your touch.

choso feels abnormally warm—he only wants more of you, he can’t help but inch his face towards you before bringing you into an idyllically deep kiss. it’s passionate, a few poking out strands that ran down his face pricks against your skin and you moan right into his mouth. as you’re rocking into him at such a pace, he touches more. you do the same, a finger trailing down his v-line, his pecs, everywhere. further and further.

“. . . you touching me—” he breaks away, glossy lips starting to stain with his gleaming saliva. he looks so pretty, his dark eyelids start to lower and he whimpers once his cock sits still. you’re practically doing all the work like this, grinding back and forth while he lies back. “you touchin’ me, ‘s gonna make me cum, princess. i— i feel so hot when you touch me.”

“you’re always hot when i do anything,” you tease, sneaking another kiss near the edge of his mouth. choso’s breathing heavier than usual before he feels himself start to pulse—his dick twitches inside and you hear him gasp once he squeezes your hips forward. he’s about to fill you up, he even gives you a glossy eyed stare, pursing his lips as if he’s merely asking permission and with a stroke of a thumb near his lips, you murmur. “it’s okay, give it to me, baby. fill me up.”

he whines, mentally preparing himself before choso feels his thighs tighten. your cunt’s gripping down against him so tight, his jaw clenches. stingy, you had him in an entire hold.

“f— fuckkk, ‘s so much coming. you’re gonna milk me like you always do, princess,” and with his eyes shut, he’s hugging your body against him solidly before seconds later, he cums. it comes out in spurts— such sweltering stringy ropes, he’s taken aback and his moans against your ear only makes you more aroused. you could listen to choso whine into your ear all day, he’s shaking underneath you and he obviously needs a moment. his black hair was all ruffled and messy before he’s still feeling himself emit filthy amounts of seed into your cunt. “s—so good,” he groans, and for a second, his voice gets a bit raspy. “baby,” he swallows, feeling himself burn up—you straddling him like this, frail arms wrap around his shoulders whilst giving him the most sly stare. he felt like he was gonna explode, you were even more warm and toasty inside now that he’s stuffed you full. “marry me,” he suddenly says. “marry me, princess.”

“i’m already your wife, silly,” you tease, he’s still pumping you full of his never-ending amounts of hot cum. you kiss near the twitching right side of his lip before purring. “too worn out to remember?”

he moans, giving your ass a needy squeeze before he throws his head back. “let’s marry again, and again, and again then. s—so i can fill you up like this all the time. i— i want you, i love you,” and then he reaches between your thighs to feel against your cunt, skimming his fingertips against his own strings of cum that painted the inner entrance of your pussy. “i love her just as much,” and then he gasps. “oh … baby, you didn’t even finish.”

☆ GETO fucks like he hasn’t eaten all day.

“less talking, more sitting on my face,” is all he says with the most lust-driven gaze.

a good way for geto to rewind from a long day is to simply be between your plush thighs. it’s his favorite pastime, hell—probably his only pastime.

you’re barely hovering over his mouth by this point—sheeny glossy lips ready to slurp you dry before he hums, a few slender fingers of yours brushing against your hips before you speak, “only if you let me pull on your hair again.”

“ah, you know you can always do that. i keep it extra long just for you, baby.”

your heart swoons—you slowly sit down, positioning your pussy against his mouth, making sure he has a bit of room to breathe before geto gradually creates one single lick against your folds. sopping, you were already soaked and his moist tongue only made matters ten times worse.

“f-fuck,” you’d moan, keeping all eyes on his the entire time. irises of yours dilate immediately the moment you watch geto start to kiss all near the crevices of your shaky legs—only to then suck his lips against your swollen needy clit. he grunts, already feeling a tent creep up in his sweats. your hips move on its own, starting to slowly grind against his face.

back and forth, back and forth…

it was so hypnotic.

you were so hypnotic.

“mhm,” he grunts hoarsely, cupping his mouth near the very top part of your slit — he’s savoring your sweetened taste entirely, lapping the flat of his tongue everywhere. your entrance dampens his chin already and he sneers, licking near the corners of his mouth. such a sloppy man, his tongue then swiftly runs against your hood before it starts to flick and jerk at a much more rapid speed. “move those—hips, ride my fuckin’ face ‘n pull on my hair, pretty girl.”

he’s eating you out so good you’re already feeling a sudden rush shoot through you. you follow what he says exactly, creating a decent rhythm with your hips—he’s so pretty like this too, black lashes half open or just about closed.

geto was already pussy-drunk, that much was to tell. “o-okay, suguuu,” you’d whimper, and you grabbed an ample amount of his tangled strands, giving him a brief hard yank. he always gets hard once you tug on his hair, his head briefly forwards further into your cunt and he chuckles—warm breath fanning against your clit. “right there, sugu. s-spit on it.”

“anything for the princess,” he says between sharp breaths. you’re slowly rocking your hips against his face—feeling the soft tip of his nose brush up and down repeatedly against your dripping entrance before he departs just to spit right on your pussy. he brings a hand to smear it all between your folds, all the while a tongue slides against his own lips and oh he’s hungry. hungry for you. “damn. she just gets more sloppier every fuckin’ time. should be a crime to be this soaked, baby.”

and you whimper, watching with glossy eyes as he laps up his saliva—coating your slick entrance with a plethora of chaste kisses shortly afterward.

it's lustrous, so shiny.

geto makes sure to study your body if its entirety. the way your breathing dramatically picks up and the harder and sloppier your thrusts against his mouth becomes. you’re coming close and he’s much well aware, “yeah,” he utters, and it’s in the mere form of a question. “already, hm? you gonna make a mess on me so i can clean you right back up?”

“y— yes,” you moan, the tugging on his hair only getting rougher. pant after pant escapes through your lips before he starts to playfully nibble right on your clit. a finger of his slowly inserts into you and you clench around it, feeling a few steady pulses before that’s right when you gasp. ultimately, you end up finishing after a few minutes—so much so, that your eyes were all hazy, rolling to the very backs of your are and you whimper loudly, still grinding against his face.

“. . . ooooh,” he hums, a right hand of his that tucks behind you, giving your ass a concise squeeze. once he sits back up again, geto peers into you with a sly amused gaze before giving your cunt one more kiss. “now give me one more, ‘m still not satisfied with my meal, sweetheart.”

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lixmooon · 4 months

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Choso asking to itadori to call him once onii chan that's my favorite moment ever

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen shibuya arc #jjk season 2 #jujutsu season 2 #choso #jjk choso #choso jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #choso kamo #jujutsu choso #jjk edit #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #yuji itadori #itadori yuuji #jjk spoilers #jjk anime

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bwabys-scenarios · 5 months

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NSFW

He likes to look up at you while he eats you out with those pretty eyes full of lust… “look at me, angel. look at how good I’m making you feel.”

He loves holding your hand, and if you look away he’ll hold your bud between his teeth lightly as a warning…

He usually doesn’t like to see you cry, but your eyes are so pretty when you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s given you.

He likes to tongue fuck you too but man… he loves sucking on your clit.

He likes to hear you whimper and whine, and loves when you tug on his hair or give him a little guidance

He can’t deny he gets really hard when you gently push his head towards your entrance, wanting some attention there too!!

The sounds…

He’s squeezing your thighs as he sucks, nibbles, licks… you’d think he was starving for pussy

He really just wants to make you feel good, but honestly he eats you out because he really really enjoys it.

He would do it regardless but… it does help that he loves it!

Trying to do anything around the house after he’s gotten a taste of pussy is hard. And god sitting on this man’s face?? He would go to cloud 9…

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|| GOJO|| NANAMI|| GETO|| SUKUNA|| CHOSO||TOJI ||KURAPIKA|| LEORIO|| CHROLLO|| ILLUMI|| FEITAN|| EREN|| JEAN|| ARMIN|| RENGOKU|| OBANAI|| TENGEN|| YOUR FAV

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nanamisdickrider · 23 days

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Sweet Treat

Pairing: soft Dom!nanami x reader

You were on your bed, sheets and blankets all messed up and almost falling off of the bed. Your back was arching and your face was shoved in your pillow with a strong and veiny hand on your head, gripping tightly on your hair. It felt like hours passed by since you and nanami started making love.

“M-moree! Nana—mi...can't you be rougher with—Ah!—me..?”

It all started when you randomly told nanami to be rough with you in bed, making him choke and almost spit out his warm tea. He's truly a sweetheart, he can't be rough with the woman he loves. But if that's what makes you happy then he'd be more than happy to oblige.

“Are you sure you can take it? Because if you try to tap out and whine to me that you can't take me anymore...I'll make you take it"

After that, you found yourself buried in your pillow and your ass red with slaps. Nanami pulled you back by the hair, careful enough to not hurt you too much. He leaned down and put his left arm on the pillow and let go of your hair, your face fell in the gap between his elbow. His muscles flexed as you clenched around his cock. Sucking him in deeper. Your cheeks were squished between his arm and you were struggling his breathe, not that you didn't like it. He thrusted in deeper, rolling his hips and leaving wet kisses on your back and neck. Making the darkest love bites on your soft skin. He groaned and used his free hand to reach down and rub your clit because he was close to his orgasm and he knew you were close too. “F-fuck baby...you hear her? She's sucking me in so hard, the wet noises? You hear em’ ?” you were fucked dumb and squashed between his arm. You couldn't think straight and yet managed to mumble a broken “y-yes!”

He rubbed on your clit in a circular motion and when you clenched down on him one last time. He shot hot ropes of cum inside you. His hips stuttering and and his thrusts getting sloppier. Soon after you came, coating his cock with your cum.

He pulled out and turned you over, placing you on your back. He looked at you with loving eyes and cupped your cheeks “Was my squeeze too hard love? Your cheeks are red.” his eyes showed a bit of concern for you. Making you smile. “no you didn't...actually, you should squeeze me harder next time!”

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painterswan · 6 months

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they love halloween!!! its a family affair

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mggsv · 2 months

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✪ JJK MEN HEADCANNONS W/LINKS !! [nsfw]

- Choso, Geto, Gojo, Tojo | Divider @/cafekitsune

Choso… who just couldn’t stop himself from feeling you before sex. Cock hard while you rubbed your ass against it. Your “warm up” he called it, before he’s off whining while you overstimulate him

Choso and you riding to see who lasts longer. there’s nothing he enjoys more than when the both of your are edged, especially when you’re riding his cock. Overstimulating him as you rode out your orgasm until his cum is pouring out of your cunt.

You told Geto you could take it. It was a known fact he had a big cock, but you were confident until he was slowly fucking into your wet cunt, forcing your pussy to take his little monster. Your fingers gripped at the sheets while you took it like an Angel.

There’s nothing more that Geto loves then finally breaking you in to take his big cock. How good his girl is taking such a thing all on her own. Spanking your ass while his cock fucks into you with ease definitely pleases him. He’ll have you non stop screaming, a moaning mess while gripping at the covers.

Gojo definitely films you while you’re fucking. He likes watching how good you can bounce on his cock in the mirror. Knowing he’d show it to you later how much of a moaning mess you were on camera.

Gojo always shocks himself by how much he cums inside of you. He’s moaning softly until he’s gasping, bucketload of cum spilling from your cunt

When Toji misses you, he gets desperate. He doesn’t hesitate to send you videos of his thick cock cumming loads that should be inside of you.

Toji will always remind you of how much you belong to him. After breaking you in on his big cock, fucking into you because he knows you can take it. He’s knows how much of a cock hungry whore you are. He knows how much you love getting your hair pulled while he speeds up his pace. You can take it, can’t you?

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bloodyblackack · 9 months

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Him gripping your hips so tight that it leaves bruises just to get you to stop grinding down on his throbbing dick. He could feel the overstimulation getting more and more prominent as a milky ring formed at the base of his twitching cock but you just couldn’t stop moving so desperately with your face buried into his neck, letting out little whimper after whimper. He’d use his strength to hold you down onto him, burying himself deep into your clenching pussy as your hips rolled at the feeling of being completely full of his glazed shaft. You could feel his thick tip rub your insides with each twitch together with his deep breaths brushing against your burning skin as you placed kiss after wet kiss all along his neck and jaw, his hands still firmly holding you in place.

Toji (overstimulated Toji does things to me😩), Geto, Gojo, Eren, Jean, uzui, Sanemi

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oh-ranpo · 2 years

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“the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one”

☾ -- featuring: akutagawa ryuunosuke

I feel like this is exactly how it would end up working out for him.

while akutagawa is all emo and withdrawn (it’s the trauma, of course), he would be instantly drawn to the exact opposite.

even though he pretends that the perkiness bothers him, he actually loves it.

he won’t start acting all peppy and excitable, but he enjoys being around it.

especially considering his line of work.

there is a lot of sad, traumatizing stuff happening in his life now and has happened in the past.

so having that pick-me-up is exactly what he needs.

he’s terrible at expressing his emotions, but the right person wouldn’t care.

he does still put on a front of lack of interest at times, but he’s so obvious about how he craves his s/o’s attention it’s endearing.

like, they could be twirling one of the longer pieces of his hair around their finger, chatting animatedly about their day

and he would quickly grab their hand with his and pull it away

his grey eyes would lock on theirs and he would stare at them for several seconds

before lifting their hand to his lips and kissing their knuckles.

mostly the point was to get them to stop because it’s distracting him

but also he didn’t want to hurt their feelings in any way.

he can be a little snippy sometimes, but he is more careful with his words with his s/o.

the last thing he wants to do is drive them off.

he always thinks about how easily dazai left him and doesn’t want to be the cause of that again (ouch)

in public, he is not the type to initiate pda.

but he’s also not going to stop them if they are leaning against him or slip their arm through his.

anyone who pokes fun gets a hard glare shot in their direction.

even if his s/o is too blissfully oblivious to be insulted in any way.

in private, his favorite spot is laying his head in their lap, their fingers carding through his hair.

it’s where he takes most of his naps because he doesn’t really sleep well otherwise.

happily consumes all the baked goods that his s/o makes because he loves the look of pride on their face when he comments on how good it is.

doesn’t even complain (too much) about the flowers and other bright decor that starts to infiltrate his place.

it makes coming home after a long day a little more optimistic, a feeling he wasn’t sure he would truly experience.

a big, big cuddler and likes to be the little spoon a lot of the time.

either grunts out or murmurs his “i love you’s” because he’s a little scared of how it might be received.

no matter how many times he’s said it, he’s still terrified of rejection.

even though his s/o is very obvious how crazy they are about him.

would not hesitate to lay his life on the line for the one he loves.

especially someone as pure and selfless and hopeful as his s/o.

his moodiness is the perfect balance to the overexcitement his s/o exudes and he knows that they bring out the best in him.

the compliments his s/o rains down upon him aren’t received well at first.

he thinks they’re just being ridiculous and spouting lies.

but they don’t give up and instead try every day to drive home just how amazing they think he is.

smiling isn’t something that akutagawa does a lot, but when he’s with his sunshine s/o, he finds that his cheeks start to hurt a bit sometimes.

a definite and drastic turnaround to his life that he never wants to lose.

#akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa ryunosuke #ryuunosuke akutagawa #ryunosuke akutagawa #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs hcs #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs hc #bsd hc #anime hc #anime #anime headcanon

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YOU AND YOUR BRILLIANT WRITING ARE AMAZING OMGOMG. all i’ve been thinking about is the jjk men getting their girl LMAO yk breeeeeding until actual mind break w the goal just being planting a seed in your tummy 🫠

໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ GETTING A SCREAMPIE !!!! ’﹒

𐚁̸ sum. top jjk men and how they breed you + toji, gojo, sukuna, choso, mdni.

𐚁̸ warnings. fem! reader, brēeding kink, unprotected, size kink, oral (f), dirty talk, daddy kink, missiōnary, mating press, cowgirl / rev, mentions of pregnancy, manhandling, bum ass toji, sukuna has two cawks. an thank yewwww !!

☆ CHOSO KAMO

probably the heaviest breeding kink known to man—he’s half curse so he’s infertile.

choso knows the inability to reproduce but he always takes it as an opportunity to stuff you full, again, and again, and again.

“o-one more,” he breathes out, his voice was so breathy, clinging onto each breath that yanks out from esophagus. drowsy eyes shut tight as he’s watching such ropes of his cum already ooze out of both holes. choso’s ears feel fuzzy—he feels fuzzy, but the only thing that was currently on his mind was his goal to make your tummy all plump and rounded. laid flat against your back, you stare as he hovers over you with a cute pout on his lips. his jaw tightens before he pulls out just to stare at the mess between your thighs. “one more, baby. ‘m still full, s—so fuckin’ full,” and he leans in for a kiss, a deep one that’s enlaced with a mixture of your saliva and his. choso’s breath is heavy, he’s heaving as his body pressed into you—thick hands reaching between your thighs just to plug his own seed back into you. “don’t waste it, okay? i saved all of it. saved it just for you, just for us...”

his voice was so tender, such smoothness lingers underneath it as your legs tightly snake around his waist. choso’s staring at you, so in love—he’s always been in love with you though. he was obsessed with you, although his new current obsession was seeing you with a swollen tummy.

again, he’s infertile—yes, but he still likes to imagine he can get his pretty girl pregnant.

oh how he just desperately yearns to gift you with a baby or two . . or three. “c-choso,” you’d mewl out, softly piercing your teeth into the inner parts of his collarbone. choso likes to pull out, pull back in, then out again. a mess, your pussy was flooded with such ropes of his hot cum that he can’t help but gaze at it with a cute sheepish grin.

in his mind he’s thinking . . ‘did i do that?’

and he did, although this time once he pulls out his now flaccid cock—he whines, lowering his head towards between your thighs to get a much closer look, a better view of the mess he was primarily responsible for. “oh no, it’s spilling out,” he says with a cute furrow tugging at his thin eyebrows. choso’s very gentle, he creates a soft strumming a thumb against your swollen clit before he surprises you with his next action. he lolls out his pink clean tongue before tasting the aftermath—tasting himself, a concoction of your slick arousal with his own bitter taste. he doesn’t mind at all, choso’s quite the freak in bed so the moment he runs his tongue against your entrance, there’s no stopping. “gotta k-keep my baby plugged in so she can give me a mini me,” he whimpers, lapping his tongue gradually against your folds—he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment at the bitter taste lingering on the flatness of his taste buds. you’re throbbing, a hand combs its way through his messy strands before you start to arch. “right?”

so cute, your heart swells up with a mush of butterflies as you feel his eyes pierce into you— as he speaks, choso’s voice briefly cracks and he continues to clean up the sloppy mess, using his same stubby thumb to plug your cunt back up with the cum that resumes to spew out gradually.

“y-yes, don’t stop, ‘cho,” you mutter out in jittery words—his tongue was so slow and precise, making sure to rummage through every part of your clit. with two fingers, he pries open your pussy more to get an entire glimpse. he feels his cock strain, wide eyes the size of saucers peer right into you before he gives your cunt a plethora of individual chaste kisses.

mwah after mwah. by this point, he’s making out with your pussy — strings of his own mess forming into a little sheeny cobweb, as well as your wet saliva that coats his lips in such a glittery color. “praise me more, p-please. wanna know how good ‘m making my princess feel.”

with a soft sadden pout, he looks up at you with glossy eyes—such wetness all over his lips before he starts to create sucks against your cunt, nibbling on it shortly afterward. you’re throbbing in his mouth and he shivers incessantly once he feels your fingers playfully massage all through his neglected scalp.

“making me feel so good, you’re doing so well baby,” you whimper out, “s-so fuckin’ good.” his tongue was quite long too—considering how he was a curse, he made sure he knew how to eat you out. choso moans, a mere gritty grunt shortly follows as he reaches a hand down to touch himself before he pauses.

“can i touch myself too? can i touch myself while i clean my pretty girl off?”

“yes baby.”

“fuck, s-say it again,” he whines, leaning right into your touch. he was like a kitten— purring at the way your fingers comb through his hair, tickling his scalp. he awaits for your answer with drowsy eyes and a pouty lip that continues to tremor. “please.”

you giggle at the way he was so in love with your voice, especially in a mere intimate moment like this. “yes baby,” you coo in a melodic tone, watching his droopy eyes shine and he pants before hesitatingly reaching a hand down to feel on his left out twitching cock. “touch yourself for me, ‘s okay,” and he whines as you softly pick up his head from between your legs by his hair—he intakes a breath, and you pull him into a deep kiss. choso whimpers, starting to stroke himself, leaky reddened tip all cold from the wafting air as you taste the mess all on his tongue. bitter yet sweet, he runs a hand on your tummy before he feels your legs wrap around his slim waist once more. once you pull away, you mutter out a soft, “you’re such a good boy for me, choso.”

“heh, i— i try to be,” he pouts, sheeny lips glossed with his own arousal and yours included. choso’s big hand rests against your tummy before he gingerly presses down on it, leaning in for another kiss. “i wanna be good for you,” he whines before leaning down again to kiss near your navel. “wanna be good for you ‘n our future baby.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

with toji— it’s evident that he’s got a major breeding kink. the thought of you walking around with a plump swelling tummy drives him crazy.

although, he’s not too keen on baring a child— he’s only more worried about the making process.

stuffing you full of velvety ropes of his hot sticky cum. his favorite part, especially whenever he’s pressed right up against you— like now, with you in nothing more than a lewd mating press position. your legs would be sprawled all up, maw dangling open and your eyes criss-crossing each other each particular second.

“shit, what a fuckin’ mess,” he grumbles, such sharp hips smack into you at full force that you can barely react in time. it’s so deep, you moan, pawing and clawing your hands at his tense back muscles. he grunts, feeling your fingertips carve into his skin, scratching his back all up. you’re decorating his back with multiple marks, marks that he loves to show off after the night ends. toji’s rhythm was simply overzealous — insanity at its finest. with a big hand, he cups your chin before giving you a wet kiss. you whine into his mouth, just a doll being rigorously pounded into the frame, mixing his saliva with yours before he pulls away. “keep moanin’ for me like that ‘n i’m really gonna get ya pregnant, girl.”

“s—so do it then, toji.” you spat, your own breaths betraying you with how quick they came and go. you felt like you were ruining a 5k marathon, such wind snatches out of your chest as he makes sure to thrust deep to where his cum that was already inside of you from before stays right in it’s place. he narrows his eyes at you before snickering, pulling you into another deep kiss.

this time, it’s more sloppier. teeth clashing, tongues tango and tangling amongst each other.

his breath was abnormally warm, you taste the lingering tang of booze on his tongue as he rocks his beefy body against yours. you’re about to break, his thrusts became so slow yet deep—the right amount to make you lose your mind.

“toji. . . ?” he sneers, using a thumb to pull your bottom lip down. dark green eyes watch as you’re right at your peak practically. your legs quiver and quaver as he’s just jackhammering his thick cock into you repeatedly in such a rude provocative way. “didn’t know we were on a first name basis, sweetheart.”

“d-daddyyy,” you mewl out, feeling his fat base just thwack against your entrance. previous strings of his own sweltering cum sticks against your skin— each time he pulls himself back to fuck back into you, it smears against your thighs and it’s such a mess. he wraps a hand around your throat, a thumb gliding down the middle part and he feels the sheer vibrations of each individual whine that departs from your mouth. “fuck, fuck, ah ah ‘m gonna cum soon, daddy.”

“bet ya fuckin’ are. ‘specially with a pussy this sloppy ‘n wet. should be ashamed of bein’ this soaked all on me,” he snarls right up against your ear— even his voice has you sopping, your cunt pulses with each word that comes from his mouth that it’s just pathetic. you were no match for his pace, his hips, even his dirty talk. your heartbeat was racing through your ears, rapidly. by now, you were just a pocket pussy—a mere fleshlight, the bed jolts and oscillates from each impactful hit that it even starts moaning itself, as if it’s competing with you. “i’ll give you twins, ‘s that what you want? or are you more of a triplets kinda gal?”

“just give me a baby, daddy.”

“just give me a baby, daddy.” he repeats your tone before cackling—so mean, he watches the pout go against your lips before he greets your wet pussy with a rough spank. you wince, the sting from the entire hit makes your cunt throb at a more quickened pace. you’re so dumb, not a single thought in the world except the fact that you’d be having more ropes of toji’s warm cum oozing out of you in just a minute. just the thought makes you salivate. “greedy . . fuckin’ . . pussy . . holdin’ . . me . . hostage,” he enunciates between each pausing thrust. you writhe underneath him before you end up finishing the same time as him—a loud ear shrilling whimper leaves your throat and he’s pouring another sweet amount of cum into you, this times it’s a lot though. he groans, canines digging into your neck softly as your legs lock around him tightly like a vice.

and as he’s still spewing out such ropes, making sure your pussy is grateful and soaks in ever single drop, he grabs your chin. “now tell me, little girl,” and he kisses you for about a millisecond before continuing his sentence with a sly grin, “are ya ready to be a single mother?”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN

“oh, boo. is my future queen already too full?”

such playful words, the gravelly rasp in his tone only makes you ten times more dripping wet.

with your back pressed against him—you’d be facing yourself in front a mirror, struggling to take one out of two of his thick staggering cocks. one of them was idly resting on his tummy—angry red tip, glistening with a pretty translucent color of his own fluid. “more, m-more ‘kuna.”

“when i’m in the process of breeding you, it’s 'my lord', woman.” he warns you, his lower arm out of the other three wraps around your body. his lips press up against your ear and you lean back against him— he chortles, watching your cunt slowly swallow him up again. so tight, so warm, it makes him suck his teeth in contentment at the way your body always responds to him. just a single touch from sukuna and you were on your way to the fifth climax of the night, “you got me?”

“y—yes, my lord,” you moan, feeling the fat tip of his cock ferret all throughout your gummy walls. instinctively, you compress and brace all around him. his jaw tightens, infamous fangs poking out of his lips before he resumes to guide your cute hips. your rhythm was a bit slow . . . it’s simply because he’s so fucking big, sukuna’s so beefy too. two of his extra arms spreads your legs just a bit wider and you let out a cute shriek once he successfully locates your secretive g-spot. he knows your anatomy like it was the back of his hand. you’re spasming, drool seeping from the corners of your mouth as you feel his claws gingerly scrap against your curves. “breed me, pleasepleaseplease.”

he jeers in a low tone— the fact that you’re making an entire mess on his own personal throne like this. the audacity, but maybe he’s even got a little soft spot for you.

“my obedient girl,” he words warm its way into your heart before you’re bouncing on his shaft now— your breathing becomes insignificantly heavy and you grip onto his knees before he brings another lower arm between your cunt. “hm. if i spank this disgraceful pussy will it give me a baby sooner? let’s try it.”

“s—sukunaaaa,” you’d whine out, his touch making your nipples perk up. you were so sensitive—especially after your most recent screaming orgasm that had your throat clinging onto its last and final pipes. each smack he makes against your wet cunt was so slick, saturated with your own arousal that he smears it all over folds. your swollen pussy was awaiting more satiny ropes as he’s just mindlessly pumping in and out of you. he groans, feeling a twinging burn underneath his calve as he holds you down. “don’t stop, don’t s-stop, pleaseee.”

“dumb woman, thought i told ya to not call me sukuna when ‘m inside this pussy?” and he holds your head up—with your mouth all open, eyes droopy, tips of your ears burning, you felt everything. you’re so stupid that your thighs ache, your brain short circuits, you’re almost frothing. the more his thick cock pummels into you— the more your ears fill up with straight fuzz. “i’ll let it slide just for today, you’re lucky i like you.”

his words were a mere purr to you, so seductive.

with two rough hands, he makes you grind against him instead of bouncing—purposely making sure that you feel every single inch, every entire being of his hardened cock. he pulses inside you, and you whine before slumping right against his broad lap. the ancient markings that perfectly decorate his skin graze against your back and you whimper before he starts to feel his breathing pick up. “f—fuck, bare around me like that, good girl, goooood,” and as he still has your spasming hips in place, he spanks your ass before it finally arises. sukuna shoots inside of your cunt, a hefty amount of cum that spits right inside of your folds. “. . ah,” he gasps, and for a second you could almost hear him whine. you jitter your hips forward a bit, making sure a drop doesn’t spill out before he snickers right against your ear, lifting you up from his lap to realign himself. “cute. but let’s try to make you even more full with two cocks, yeah?”

☆ GOJO SATORU

he wouldn’t even realize he has a breeding kink until he’s literally guts deep inside of you.

gojo’s a simple man, he likes to return home from a long mission + day at work to his pretty wife. correction, his pretty wife with no panties underneath. the moment he crosses your path near the kitchen, he brings you into a rough kiss, hands finding its way towards the back of your ass. he gives it a tight squeeze, leading you straight towards the bed—he doesn’t even have to say a single word either.

he’s a simple man, he knows what he wants, and he wants you.

“t-toruuu,” you’d gasp out, scratching up his back with various marks. he never minded, if anything it only turns him on. he was so deep, a feral gaze meets yours—hooded eyes and he’s breathing in and out, cloudy puffs of air ghost from his lips as his thick cock just pounds straight into you at full throttle. missionary—a simple yet straight forward position that he always loved to do whenever he was feeling lazy. especially now, your legs were cutely raised up, weight bouncing and bouncing as he briefly holds up your leg to run his tongue against your ankle. “fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”

he’s whimpering himself, white strands sticking to his forehead like hot glue before he rocks against you further—clenching his perfectly chiseled jaw as he hitched his breath. “ohhh fuck, ‘s good, ‘m gonna cum again, baby. so wet, gonna milk the shit out of me.” and his hips frantically stutter, right in front of your eyes—you squeeze him with all your might before momentarily, he dumps another sloppy load into you again. by now, you lost track—you were just stuffed, hot cum seeps and dribbles out of your swollen glistening cunt before he leans into your neck. “. . . ugh,” and he sounds like a alluring harmony, even his grunts were blissful and melodic. “not enough, still not enough for my baby.”

“so full, ‘toru,” you’d mewl out, shivering once he softly bites his pearly whites into your neck. doing so, his own muffles and a certain itch in your brain gets scratched once the crown of his dick batters strenuously against your most sweetest spot. “ohmygod right there, please.“

“y-yeah?” he swallows, and his cologne runs against your nostrils—even his loud scent had you drenched, you throb as he frowns once he suddenly feels his own seed pouring all down your thighs. he stares at it and it’s so much, with a cute attempt to fuck it back into you—his hips grind slowly against you, a soft little pout stretching against his pink lips as your legs wrap around his slim waist oh so tightly. “i missed this,” he rasps, and he starts to ram his cock into you again. it goes on for hours—with gojo satoru, stamina for him is practically non-existent. “i missed my f-favorite pussy so bad, fuckkk.”

so whiney, he couldn’t help it. your tongue lolls out and you’re sure he’s already broken you—you whine at his rhythmic speed. it’s so hypnotic, it’s so salacious. the way his hips dance against yours at such a rough pace was just purely euphoric. clammy hands of yours grab onto his bulky thighs and you you moan before you end up being too loud so he covers your hand, whispering lowly. “listen to it with me.”

so you do—you grow quiet the moment his big hand goes against your face, shielding your moans any further and the bed just squeaks in squeaks. as if your body was in sync, in harmony with his, minutes pass before he ends up cumming again. gojo’s buried all the way down to the hilt, fat balls smacking against your entrance in such a mean way before you hear the little squelches spurt right into you. it was so messy, he looks down before pressing a hand against your plump tummy. “god, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he utters in a hoarse voice, leaning in to kiss all over your face. you’re so dizzy—your cunt was now over flooding with nothing but his thick cum. “we’re gonna have the prettiest babies, promise.”

and then he watches as you try to catch your breath, sprawled all out whilst he’s still inside of you—dick still twitching inside before he kisses the tip of your nose. “you’d be such a good mommy for me, such a good mommy for satoru fuckin’ gojo.”

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