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[blondieeu]

gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

��oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

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Satoru always finds stains all over his bedsheets and pillowcases while doing laundry. Pinks and browns and reds— all lip products. Stains of smudged up shape of lips, left on most of his beddings.

He looks at them and reminisces about; how he shoved your face in the pillow while giving you backshots, or when you had to cover your face with his pillow so his roommate wouldn't be able to hear your moans, or when you'd drool and thrash around and hide your face in the sheets when he'd eat you out.

One second he's looking blank at the marks and the next second he's shoving the sheets in his face and giggling into them like a school girl.

Yeah, he really likes doing laundry.

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thinking about nanami kento ^ // ^

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dreaming to be spoiled by him !! +18. MDNI.

nanami kento is an absolute dream boat. he truly is a gentleman in a world full of boys. he is handsome, genteel, polite, compassionate, and a masculine man – in all the right ways. he is the man described in love stories and fairy tales – one that seemed to only ever exist in a fantasy.

being with him has made you realise what true princess treatment is like and that you were only receiving the bare minimum from your previous relationships. he treats and spoils you like the doll you are. he brings you a bouquet of flowers every week, he makes you home-cooked meals whenever you come home tired, he refuses to ever let you pay for anything – a true man.

he knows whenever you are upset simply by the sigh you let out and he's always ready to listen to your concerns, never wanting you to bear even an ounce of burden on your shoulders. he surprises you with a sweet treat every now and then, buying confectioneries he thinks you'd enjoy immensely and feeding them to you. he buys you whatever you wish — look at a dress or some jewellery for more than a second, he's already at the counter purchasing said item. he adores how cute and excited you get when he does these things for you, which makes him want to spoil you evermore.

he cherishes you, he worships you, he treasures you, and he pleases you — in every which way.

a gentleman like him, he prefers intimacy to be romantic and loving. it's never just for a quick few minutes — he wants to savour the moments and please you until you're melting in his hands like putty. he revels in the way you squirm underneath him and the cute, soft moans you let. he holds his own groans back just so he can hear you mewl in his ear, his hands gripping you tighter as he ruts back and forth.

whether he has his head in between your thighs kissing and licking your sweet pussy or his dick is pumping in and out of you slowly and deliciously, sex with him is a gratification like no other. with him, you feel so cared for and so pleased. with you, he feels exactly the same and he always wants to be the only one to ever make you feel this way.

though do not be fooled — this man can get rough & messy! if he's had a stressful day at work or he hasn't been able to see you for ages, he will wreck you — pretty much use you as his personal sex doll. he will pound into you, moving at an ungodly pace that you sometimes wonder where he musters all this stamina and energy from. what riles him up even more is the way your hands scramble to hold onto something and so you settle for his hair, tugging at his strands roughly. the deep growls he lets out make your pussy wetter and tighter, pulling him in more as if you didn't want to let go.

aftercare with him is divine. he makes sure to clean you up, planting kisses all over your body — your face, your tummy, your inner thighs. he pulls you into a sweet embrace, whispering in your ear to ask if you are alright and if you enjoyed yourself. he tends to run his hands up and down your back as you begin to blabber about something and he just listens to you. he loves the fluttering kisses you plant on his chest while he hugs you and how you bury yourself in his embrace.

he is just the man of your dreams ♡

﹙⠀💌⠀﹚── nanami kento has been on my mind so much lately & i just needed to blurt this all out <3 ! this is also my first time writing any sort of smut so it's nothing so special~

[blondieeu]

ok. enough suffering now. i am seeking out delight

[blondieeu]

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

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warnings: fem!reader, edging, overstim, handjob, lotsa cumming

needy!satoru who is a total sex addict. he's just so whipped for you and your pussy, he can't help the fact he has to fill you up with cum every chance he gets.

needy!satoru who will fuck you anytime, anywhere, from the bedroom, the kitchen counter, his workplace, the public restroom, anywhere.

needy!satoru who never gives your poor, overstimulated cunt a rest, either stuffing you full with his long, slender fingers, lapping furiously between your legs at his favorite meal, or his favorite, burying his heavy, swollen cock deep into your warm, gooey walls.

needy!satoru who you, as a result, put on a pussyban.

"babyy, c'mon.." needy!satoru whimpers, hands desperately clutching at your shirt as his pretty, snowy white lashes flutter at you, almost brimming with tears. he just doesn't know how he's gonna live without your pretty pussy!

you push him off, complaining about how sore you are, and that he's gonna be fine.

needy!satoru who after only a few hours, is already whining and pouting, trying his hardest to make you give in to him by constantly draping himself over you, or pressing against your body snugly.

needy!satoru who after a day and a half, is almost feral, his thick, curved shaft pulsing steadily against the confines of his sweatpants, the sight so lewd and obscene, you almost call off the ban.

almost.

needy!satoru who by day three, is practically humping the walls, rutting against your ass every time you turn around or bend over, and pouting when you push him away.

needy!satoru whose eyes roll back in his head, hips instinctively lifting for more when you reach across him for the tv remote, cock achingly hard and throbbing.

needy!satoru who thrusts himself into your hand desperately, pleading sweetly for you to stroke his cock just once, he needs it!

“fine, satoru.” you concede grudgingly, and more than a little wet at the sight of your pathetic boyfriend.

needy!satoru immediately sighs in relief, head lolling back as you finally take his neglected length into your hand, already oozing with glossy pre-cum.

"mmh jus' like that.." his hips rock against your hand steadily, as he quickly builds speed, so much pearly pre leaking out of the reddish divot on his head, it almost looks like he came already.

needy!satoru whose cock is already twitching and jerking in your grip, like it does when he's close, making you hum softly, "aww, is m'poor baby all worked up already? such a pathetic little thing you are.."

needy!satoru who loves it when you degrade him, and is only getting closer, his eyes screwing shut tight as he whimpers, girthy inches seeming to swell bigger, weeping tip gushing more dewy pre.

and when you lightly rub your thumb over needy!satoru's slit, hand tightening ever so slightly, he only lasts one more pump before he's spurting ribbon after ribbon of creamy white cum, splattering across his tummy as his hips stutter sloppily, a moaning, whimpering mess beneath you.

needy!satoru whose whines of pleasure only get higher as your hand never stops in its ministrations, continuing to stroke him off with renewed vigor, thumb sweeping the milky dredges of his seed across his sensitive tip back and forth, and back and forth.

needy!satoru whose hand weakly grabs your wrist, voice raspy as he groans, "b-baby, baby easy, i c-came already.."

needy!satoru whose embarrassed to say, is gonna cum again, and nearing the brink of overstimulation as big tears prick at his eyes.

"mmh.. m'gonna.. g-gonna..!" is all needy!satoru can say before he's making a mess of himself again, bucking wildly while his vision turns spotty.

your mouth curves into a cheeky grin, tittering as you take in the wrecked mess your needy!satoru made, hand still moving in slow, languid drags as you lean in closer, whispering in a sultry tone, "since y'er so eager, you're gonna let me milk you dry, until you can't even think about cumming without crying with overstimulation.."

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Wicked games. Oliver a.

“Well then..”

Oliver’s hand wandered. He teasingly traced patterns down your abdomen as you laid back on his firm chest, the warmth from his skin seeped into you. Your breath hitched at the way his brightly colored eyes bore into yours—dark, smug, way too confident.

“I didn’t know you liked me this much..” His voice was a low purr, deep enough to send shivers down your spine. The stubble from his chin scraped your neck in a rough, sensual feeling. He played with the hem of your panties, pulling at them softly before letting his hand travel into them.

Your lips parted, but words never escaped them, the heat rising in your body too overwhelming to even try to deny him. He knew exactly what he was doing—when didn’t he? Oliver knew what he was doing from the moment he invited his woman ‘friend’ over for some drinks, to now, where the drinks had gotten you.

A quiet laugh erupted from his throat. Oliver leaned closer, lips brushing your ear as he whispered into it. “I know,” He wrapped his free arm around your upper body, running his hands over your stomach as he touched you. “you don’t have to say anything.. I can feel it.” One of his fingers slid between the slick folds of your cunt, coating itself in your arousal — you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Oliver tapped his lips to your neck in a kissing motion. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “So ready for me..” He circled your clit with his thumb, a slow, deliberate tease that had your hips bucking up into his hand, silently begging for more from him.

“Just let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good”

Blondieeu xx

[blondieeu]

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like everyone runs the second they see sukuna—because what would you do if a 6’4” pink-haired, red-eyed menace started powerwalking toward you like a GTA NPC with maxed-out aggression settings? you tried to flirt? bold of you to assume you’ll live to tell the tale. that’s not even a fight, that’s a one-sided curb stomp at 1000 km/h.

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like gojo picked the outfit, hyped you up in the mirror, and dramatically twirled you around like he was styling a runway model. people whispering, “your boyfriend must be so proud of you dressing like this” have no idea. he’s not just proud. he’s smug. he’s grinning like the cheshire cat. he’s reminding everyone that this outfit? it was purchased with his black card. he might as well get a tattoo on his forehead that says “i love my partner.”

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like nanami doesn’t even take you to places where people might get ideas. he’s preemptively removing himself from all potential nonsense. but in the rare event that some old-money finance bro decides he’s all that, nanami doesn’t waste words. no yelling, no drama—just a discreet nod to the staff, and suddenly, mr. stocks-and-bonds is being escorted out so efficiently you’d think nanami owns the whole damn place. (he does not. but he does know the owner. personally. and that’s enough.)

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? yeah. toji is currently fighting them. no hesitation. someone made eye contact for 0.2 seconds with you across the bar? boom, it’s a street fight. you barely brushed against someone in the crowd? suddenly, they’ve got a black eye. no one even knows what started it—just that toji is laughing, you’re holding his drink, and there’s a very real possibility someone’s going home in an ambulance. your boyfriend can fight? yeah. but at this point, he should probably be arrested.

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i feel like rafe has a major housewife kink

warnings: mentions of traditional stuff (just for the sake of the kink, please don’t stone me ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১), rafe is kinda misogynistic, fingering, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, rough sex, headlock, reader is too fucked out to think about anything else, degradation, slapping, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, baby tapping threats

“i can’t— oh my, god. rafe!” your eyes fluttered shut for what felt like the hundredth time already, your thighs trembling as both pleasure and pain wracked through your body. rafe had no regard, nor did he care about this being your fourth orgasm as he rubbed your clit into overstimulation like his life depended on it. “yes, you fucking can,” he grunted, forcing your thighs open as they threatened to shut around his hand, “m’gonna keep you cumming until i see tears running down those cheeks.” you cried out at his words, your back arching into his chest at the overwhelming sensation.

rafe hadn’t even fucked you yet, and you were already on the verge of tapping out. flipping you over, rafe snaked an arm underneath your tummy before pulling you up, wasting no time in pressing your face into his pillows. stroking the small of your back, rafe groaned at the sight. he could see the body glitter on your skin, the little specs glinting underneath the dim lighting of his room. “fuck, i wish you would just let me have you already.. i’d make sure to slut you out every single day.” you whimpered when he delivered a harsh smack to the globe of your ass. “you just don’t know,” his aching tip prodded at your entrance, “i’d make sure you’d never have to lift a finger ever again.”

wrapping your hair around his fist, rafe slid into you without warning, drawing a shriek to leave your lips. “you shouldn’t be working in that fucking club,” he said through gritted teeth, “you should be here with me, letting me take care of you. i’ll come home and you’ll be waiting for me with a hot plate,” leaning down, rafe yanked your head back so his mouth was next to your ear, “you’ll keep this place spotless and i’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want,” just then, he wrapped a bicep around your neck, your chin tucked between the crease of his elbow and his forearm, “fuck you however you want.”

rafe’s words were punctuated by his thrusts, your acrylics scratching at his skin as you held onto him for dear life. “just picture that; me using you for all that you’re good for.” maybe it was because everyone who knew you, especially your girlfriends at the club, knew you wouldn’t be settling down anytime soon, or at all for that matter, but the idea of locking you away in tanneyhill and never going anywhere without you hanging off of his arm, making you fully reliant on him, financially and emotionally, it turned him on beyond words could describe. “you don’t even know what i’m saying,” he laughed, “you’re too cock drunk to understand.”

you whimpered pathetically, tears running down your face as he planted a slap to your cheek. “gonna fill up this cunt and trap you, maybe then you’ll understand what i’m saying when i put my baby inside of you.”

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WE LISTEN AND WE DON’T JUDGE : BLUE LOCK EDITION . . . m—dni. f ! reader / it’s either pretty tame or freaky idk / doing it raw / creamp!es / virginity and being inexperienced / some ooc but this is just for fun / not proofread

FEATURING ⋮ isagi, nagi, karasu, rin, barou, kunigami, chigiri

isagi yoichi ⋮ before your relationship was established he really really liked you and didn’t want to mess it up. but then he wasn’t sure if you were on the pill but the sex was so good he ended up coming inside you. proceeded to suck his cum out for your pussy cause of the panic. didn’t have sex with you for a week after that but you were fine.

nagi seishiro ⋮ played a game where he can customize the character and got really pissed off because it wasn’t even half as pretty as you. sulking each time he dies because he think he ‘failed you.’ ended up quitting the game too because he found out there was sex in the game and he wouldn’t want the ‘game you’ being with anyone else that wasn’t him. even got jealous one time because he didn’t know that he was increasing his character’s relationship level with an npc who looked too much like his teammate. too many emotions while you’re watching him lose his mind when you’re perfectly fine eating snacks on the bed. having to console him by riding him and telling him you only love him and not barou.

tabito karasu ⋮ pays for your nails when you get an appointment so you could jack him off after. will also take photos of your nails for you, with one jerking his cock of course. got this pavlov effect that he gets hard every time you show him your fresh new set. yeah he’s ruined.

itoshi rin ⋮ he was a virgin before he met you, and ended up cumming each time he bottomed out the first few times you guys did it. he was inexperienced and very sensitive since he wasn’t used to it. he was still always hard after so it didn’t matter. unaware he was crying one time because he was so overstimulated while you’re clenching down so hard causing his cum to spill.

shoei barou ⋮ you were supposed to meetup with someone else that your friend suggested but you weren’t really sure if it was him when you arrived at the meeting place. ended up going on the date with him and hooking up at the end only for you to find out he wasn’t actually the guy. “what was i supposed to do? deny a pretty girl like you?” went on a few more dates anyway and ended up establishing the relationship properly <3 [ do not be like them! ]

rensuke kunigami ⋮ you were the first person to ever give him head. it felt too good and better than expected. you told him you weren’t too experienced but you worked on him like a pro. he was scared he could hurt you so instead of holding onto your head he gripped onto the wooden headboards. when he came, he held onto it too hard he broke the top part in half.

chigiri hyoma ⋮ moaned out your name during a wet dream. until it shifted, “take it! fucking take it” he said. his teammates weren’t sure if they should wake him up any time soon and they weren’t too sure how to face you after hearing that.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i have no idea what came over me writing these but here u go crying during sex rin hell yeah!!!

[blondieeu]

Me when I read a good fic then I see how reader called the character daddy:

[blondieeu]

This is so messy I’m living for it😭

accidentally fucking Osamu AND THEN atsumu a couple weeks later because you thought they were the same guy

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𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆!𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮: toji’s bulking and you’re ovulating! how can you keep your hands to yourself when all you want to do is touch? 𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒩𝒯 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢: any color can read<3 size difference (toji has a monster cock ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა), blowjob, female oral, choking, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, cream-pie, explicit language, mirror sex, 69, toji fucks you in a headlock ݁𖥔 ݁˖

BULKING!TOJI who always seems to be wearing the sluttiest clothing. muscle tees that grip his meaty arms enticingly, showing off every curve and bulge of his well-defined biceps. his sweats always seem to hang too low on his hips, revealing a dark happy trail that leads down to his waistband. the fabric clinging to his thick thighs.

BULKING!TOJI who religiously carries a protein shaker with him, even on date nights, because he's serious about his bulking diet. he’s got a variety of protein powders, from chocolate to vanilla, and he loves mixing them with different fruits and oats to keep things interesting.

BULKING!TOJI who loves trying out new high-calorie recipes and often ropes you into cooking massive meals with him. you two have fun experimenting in the kitchen, making everything from giant stacks of protein pancakes to hearty chicken and rice dishes, always ensuring they meet his caloric needs. he’s genuinely grateful. often, hugging you from behind while you cook, placing the sloppiest kisses behind your ears, his tattooed arms coiled around your frame. his gratitude is evident in the way he nuzzles into your neck, whispering sweet nothings about how much he appreciates your efforts. “i love you, y’know that. . .right?”

BULKING!TOJI who’s noticeably chubbier, you like it. really like it, often burying yourself into his pudgy side with a satisfied sigh. “i could die like this.”

BULKING!TOJI who despite his intense workouts, always makes time to cuddle and watch movies, using you as his favorite "recovery" time. he loves resting his head on your lap while you binge-watch your favorite series, feeling your fingers run through his hair as he relaxes. “i hate this scene.”

BULKING!TOJI who gets annoyed and sleeps on the couch when you won’t stop playing with his tits. “you’re so damn annoying.”

BULKING!TOJI who you make sure has a secret stash of snacks in his gym bag for when he needs extra calories on the go. protein bars, nuts, and dried fruits are his go-to, and he always has a little something to munch on between sets or during quick breaks.

have a good workout<3 - signed your amazing beautiful girlfriend

BULKING!TOJI who becomes an expert at meal prepping, and his mini fridge is always stocked with containers of chicken, rice, and veggies. each container meticulously measured to ensure he gets the right amount of protein, carbs, and fats, and he takes pride in his perfectly organized fridge.

BULKING!TOJI who likes wearing your crop tops, flexing in front of the mirror. “take it off! you’re stretching my shit toji.” “no.”

BULKING!TOJI who can’t resist squeezing your face in his bicep, laughing as your chubby cheeks push together. “haha!”

BULKING!TOJI who just throws you over his shoulder during arguments. “i’ll put you down when you’re done being a brat.”

BULKINGTOJI! who thinks it’s dumb as you tie a pink ribbon around his wrist, demanding he stay still. he thinks it’s even dumber when you record it, the video boasting one-million likes on tiktok. “they loveeeeee you!”

BULKING!TOJI who’s entire hand covers your face. jeez, your poor cunt, he thinks.

BULKING!TOJI who can’t help but admire the way your swollen sticky lips suckle at his thick cock, pulling him back in greedily. usually, it’d take some time for him to ease into your tiny hole. but, you were ovulating today and after seeing your boyfriend walking around shirtless with nothing but boxers on, you practically jumped his bones.

BULKING!TOJI who presses all his weight onto you as he fucks your soppy pussy, the pressure in your back dull as he prods into that sweet spot from behind. pale veiny hands pull your cheeks apart, spreading you, revealing your puckering hole. a glob of warm spit followed by his thumb lubricating your asshole has you arching your back in anticipation. “papaaaa,” glossy eyes squeeze shut as he gently sinks his thumb into your asshole, pelvis relentlessly slapping into your sore ass. the sight has his dick twitching, “humph, look so pretty with both holes filled.”

BULKING!TOJI who doesn’t care that you’re overstimulated, rocking his dick into your tight velvety walls at a mean pace. you don’t know how many orgasms the man has yanked from you. “i know baby, doing so good. takin’ all of me like a big girl, fuckkkk.” glazed eyes watching the way you glisten on him as he folds you against the wooden headboard, your legs flush to your chest. “tojiiii,” you whine, he could get drunk off the way you whimper his name. “am i deep baby?” he groans, thick cream building on his base. “mhm!”

BULKING!TOJI who has you in the nastiest headlock, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other forcing you to look into the mirror. you’re a mess, disheveled hair, tear-stained cheeks, swollen lips. the man’s so fucking huge he covers your entire body. “unt, unt. eyes open beautiful.” he sends a particularly deep thrust that has you shivering. slick, slick, slick, a repetitive noise that has him grunting deeply into your ear.

BULKING!TOJI who eats your pussy while you suck his dick. it’s a struggle taking him, drool seeping down your chin as you slurp at the veiny masterpiece. it’s also a struggle to concentrate as he eats you out like a starved man, spitting, slapping, fingering. god, you’re gonna cum again. “cummin!”

BULKING!TOJI who watches as his cum trickles out of your pulsing hole, pushing it back inside with a frown. “stay.”

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I missed youuuuuuuu

Can You do true form! Sakuna!! rough play maybe plz >.<

rum punch. sukuna r.

sukuna who’s been gone for a while to handle the sorcerers and ends up finally having a moment to himself where he can see his pretty play thing again.

“don’t act like you didn’t miss me, little girl.”

he snarled, two of his 4 strong arms made their way to push hard on your hips and force you into the futon beneath you.

your legs shook when he pushed them onto his shoulders to get at another angle. you were starting to really struggle to keep in your moans from him to display your anger.

sukuna plowed into you hard and deep, making sure you feel every detail on his cock—like you’d forgotten it or something. his free hands settled on your stomach, another thing to press into the futon.

sukuna slapped you and brought your face back to him by squishing your cheeks together. a stinging sensation built up on your cheek while you stared back at him, snotty nose, teary eyes, and swollen lips.

“oh—mhh, shit”

tears welled up in your waterline from how deep he was fucking you, made you think he was all the way in your stomach. sukuna continue to watch your facial expressions to get off at—you were so mad at him when he first came back, what happened to that?

all the scars, ancient drawings and symbols that collected over his body even added more to the scene, along with all his natural muscles and all the abnormalities with his true form.

he kept thrusting into you, watching as one of your hands came up and slipped two digits into his mouth, a little hazy. when he took them in and even thought to split them apart with his tongue it didn’t fail to get you wetter.

“look at all this mess, you definitely missed me.”

sukuna laughed a dark laugh at your embarrassment and pushed his damp hair from his face, taking his top 2 arms he wrapped them around your throat for leverage to yank you on and off of his cock, like a little fleshlight.

“you still mad?”

“ou—uh”

everytime you parted your lips to say something it felt like a swift punch hits your lungs and pulls all the wind out, replacing it with moans. hands on your neck made it a little harder to breathe but overall it turned you on.

with a swift motion, your-whatever you wanna call him- flipped you into your stomach and stuffed himself directly back inside, 2 arms on your throat and the other 2 holding your waist while he pulled your body up to whisper in your ear.

“stop playin’ hard to get and tell me you miss me girl. i won’t ask again”

blondieeu xx

[blondieeu]

Feeling nasty more smut coming soon

[blondieeu]

Ohhhhhj yeahhh

onyankopon was a watcher. he thrived on watching you and connie please one another, especially for him. “harder baby boy. she not crying enough fa me.” he commanded taking a swing of the water bottle and smirking when your slob dripped on his pant leg. “messy girl” he touched your brown cheek licking his lips at how fucked you looked. your usual big doe eyes were low and red. tears poured from you pretty eyes, and slob slipped from you mouth as connie fingeres gagged you - while simotanusly using that as leverage to push you back onto his dick.

“ugh f-fuckk” connie moaned, his head flying back. he put his sock clad feet onto the edge of the couch angling himself to go deeper and hit new spots. “n-no” you muffley cried trying to move as your pussy clenched blatter feeling full. “p-peee!! m-moveee please” you tried moving but you were no match. connie looked at ony smirking pumping into you harder, his toes curling at your constant clenching of trying to hold whatever the feeling was in. “that’s n-not pee boo” connie whispered kissing your cheek and letting his fingers move from your mouth.

your jaw was sore, and you body was even worse. you were there but you wouldn’t dare embarrass yourself like that. you closed your eyes trying to concentrate. “you wanna let it go don’t you mama?” ony’s voice made you shiver. your toes curling against the carpet. “yea baby don’t you wanna make a mess on your dick?” bitting your lip you let a desperate moan out. you almost fell when you felt connie’s finger circle your clit with two fingers. “n-nonono!” you threw your head back to rest on his shoulder. you unintentionally moved your hips with his fingers. “that’s it baby” ony said smiling as he blew on your hot cunt. “let us have it hm?” soon the feeling of connie’s fingers were replaced by onyakopon’s mouth.

“d-daddy pleaseee” your knees buckled just as you squirted squealing out sorry’s. “that’s it” connie moaned stilling inside of you as he let his load paint your walls. throughout it all ony continued to stimulate your clit, even moving down to lick up the mixture of you and connie.

[blondieeu]

✰ 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐣𝐣 (1)

— silly texts between you and your best friend, jj maybank

rating: sfw — cw: none — links: one • two • three

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