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(Gonna set it and the plushie on fire)

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Sl*t Me Out!

Synopsis. Sometimes, it’s so good that you can’t help but run away from it. Sometimes, he just can’t stop.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, really needy boys, creampíe, exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, rough séx, cúmplay, pússyslappíng (Geto’s), breaking the bed, true form Sukuna, dp, o deníal (Choso’s), overstím, finger suckíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. *Smooches your forehead* Have a good day.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Break (you)

“You’re hah- lucky I caught you in bed, doll.” Toji pants into your open mouth. Lazily pulling aside your sopping wet pajama pants to greedily eye the mess of slick. The way your puffy folds were bulging and struggling to take him, “You’ve got no idea.”

You’re gasping as he reels back to spit, once. Twice. The steady stream of saliva hitting your sloppy hole straight on, feeling anything but lucky with how mean his fat tip was hitting your cervix. Over and over. “L-lucky?”

And oh, Toji could feel your gummy walls clenching around him like nothing before, that flimsy little outfit of yours sure to have him snapping sooner rather than later. 

“Mhmm…” he hums, nosing at your neck. Finger curling tightly around your shorts - as if to tear. To break. “Sooo fuckin’-” The sharp rip of fabric echoing in your hazy brain, just in time with the loud slam! of Toji’s hand down on the creaking headboard. “-lucky.”

Crack!

“Shit.”

And then you’re pressed against the cool wall before you can even register what’s happening. Shivers running down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was still buried in your dripping cunt. 

Ruthless. Fucking you so filthy. Big hands cupping your ass, holding you up so high where he was standing, your ankles locked around his toned waist as if on instinct. And your pants oh, tattered and drenched - thrown all the way somewhere near the broken bed. 

“Toji!” you squeal, blinking away the big fat tears in your eyes to look over his broad shoulders. Easy, with the way he was shoving you further and further up the wall with each harsh thrust. “The- the bed. You broke it.”

“What about it?” He lifts his head up to meet your glassy eyes, hips still relentless, “M’jus’ fucking you right, doll.”

Whining, “You’re so-”

And before you can give him a piece of your mind, he’s loosening his grip on your ass. Letting gravity slide you deeper and deeper down his rock-hard cock. Inch by fucking inch. All the way until your swollen folds were hitting his heavy balls. 

Keening at the sheer stretch, the addictive feeling of the curve of his dick massaging all the right spots. Like he was pushing into your stomach, your lungs, everywhere in a way that had you keening. Hips stuttering and pushing so bruisingly back, back, back-

“Oh? What’s this?” It’s that dangerous little tone of Toji’s voice that has you suddenly registering your nails clawing down his pecs, leaving angry red marks. Your feet flat against the wall like you were trying so pathetically to escape. And one look in Toji’s eyes told you that was the last thing you’d be doing. “Funny. Real funny, doll.” 

Ah, but amused was the last thing he sounded. 

That tiny scar at the corner of his mouth curling at your breathless pleas as he steps away from the wall. Leaving you completely at his mercy. 

“D-dressing like that and-” he chuckles, holding you up so easily like you’re weightless. The muscles in his arms rippling, abs burning as he bounces you so sluttily on his cock. “-acting like you can ngh- run away. Hahah, better keep this pretty cunt still, doll.” Sure to leave lewd marks all over you, his twitching balls on your cunt, fingers on your ass. “Cause if I said m’gonna fuck you right- hah- m’gonna fuck you right.”

“Please- Toji–” you squeal, like a broken record. Your legs dangling in the air, cunt sucking him all in so sloppily. “Please please please please-” 

“How cute. Yeah, beg f’me more.”

Not even bothering to think about running away now - you know you couldn’t. Instead clutching at his soft hair - his shoulders - his biceps - anything and everything to try and keep some semblance of sanity. “-please- Ngh- Please let me cum.”

And then Toji’s biting down on your beck with a strangled groan. Hard. Right above your racing pulse, like he wanted to draw blood. Or worse. Tightening, losing every scrap of sanity each time your gummy walls milked him so-

“Forget the bed.” he manages to grit out, ragged. Each word punctuated by such a heavy, mean thrust. “Cause you’re gonna fuck- feel real unlucky next to it.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Don’t hang up.”

It was the first thing that came out of your husband’s mouth.

As soon as he walked downstairs to you wandering the kitchen in the dead of the night, on the phone with your absolute asshat of a boss calling you to talk about your upcoming project. For the third night in a row. For what reason - you didn’t know. And Nanami didn’t care.

Because not too long later, you find yourself bent over the counter. Your boss’s droning rambles in one ear, Nanami breathing hotly against the other. Flimsy shorts pulled just enough to the side so that Nanami’s stuffing your snug cunt so sinfully full. 

Bunching up your - his - oversized button-up to fuck back your sloppy his bruisingly to meet his. Pulling you like some slut onto his swollen cock. 

“Don’t hang up, my love.” he’s running a long index down your arched spine. Already knowing the way you’d shiver loud enough that that bastard on the other end of the line would hear, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

You flinch - both from the way he was spitting out profanities into your ear like sweet nothings, and from the way he bends his knees. Angling your hips to stretch out all the right spots, weeping tip alternating between bullying your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix, your-

“Hellooooo, did you hear what I said about that client’s request?”

Ah, right. 

“Y-yeah- totally-” you’re gasping, jaw sagging open as Nanami’s hips become more rigorous. Having you such a mess with the way he was getting bigger - stretching your gummy walls more sinfully - with each thrust. “T-tell them we’ll um- carry it out-”

And oh how it ticked Nanami off to see his poor girl working overtime, no matter the fact that he was the one that told you to stay on call. That furrow between his brows growing with each passing second.

“Mhm, the documents will be-” The sentence dies in your throat as Nanami reaches down to play with your ravaged clit, drawing messy, frenzied little patterns- no-

Your eyes widen, the phone almost slipping out of your hand - and it does, only later do you realize that Nanami is the gentleman that slips it into his hand. Holding up your phone for you while he fucks you on the other line like an animal.

Because shit Nanami Kento wasn’t just drawing any old pattern on your pretty clit. He was drawing a quick, methodical K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-

“Shit- fuck fuck fuck-” he grunt, low and gravelly. “Squeezin’ around me so tight. So good.” Hips stuttering at the pure heaven he was feeling, ”Does my girl like this? Like being listened to?” Harder on your clit, “Ya love it, huh?”

“K-Ken…”

“Are you okay, you sound…sick.” your boss’s voice is grating against your ears.

“Y-yes I’m-” It’s too much. Nanami’s pelvis hitting your ass, spearing you so rough against his cock. So sloppily fucking away whatever’s left of his sanity - fingers just as erratic. “Fine.” You could just scream, but instead, you settle for hiking a knee up on the counter, pulling away, trying desperately to ease the relentless abuse of his hips. “Totally fine.”

And for all your years being loved by Nanami, you’d never have expected his strained, “Hah, you sure about that?” Only briefly stopping his little K-E-N-T-O-K- to loop a strong arm underneath your knee - baring your glistening pussy for him to admire from behind. “Because it looks like you’re running away. N’ I won’t be happy if you’re trying to escape your dear husband, my love.”

“N-no…”

“Is someone else there? Who are you talking to?”

Caging you. Perhaps even punishing you for taking so long on this call. And you’re not even standing at this point, being held up so easily by him. So easy for him to crane his neck over and greedily prey at the way your pretty pussy was swallowing him up. In and out in and out in and- 

“Answer him, darling.” Nanami murmurs for you, hips slowing down just enough that the slapping of his toned pelvis wouldn’t be completely heard. “Be a good lil’ wife n’ answer f’me.”

“Jus’ a…dog-” You glare at his deep, baritone huff of laughter. Face heated where he was pressing your phone screen against you, “A needy one.”

“Ah, well. I know how dogs are.” God, how you wish this could end soon - would do anything for it to end soon. “So I trust that you’ll be there sharp for the meeting with the client tomorrow?”

“Y-yeah I’ll-” your eyes are screwing shut. Throwing yourself fully and utterly helplessly to the harsh tempo of Nanami’s cock. Like he was claiming you from the inside out - all the way from your quivering cunt to your hazy response, “-come.”

And thank fuck it was Nanami holding up the phone, because it’s all you can do to not fucking throw it across the kitchen as you cum. So hard and violent, almost. “Shit- Ken- m’cumming- oh- oh my god.”

Breaking up whatever composure you’d built up for so long as you milk his cock dry, clenching so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck up into you. Nothing but Nanami on your mind now - just Nanami. As expected.

“Hello? Are you still there??”

“Sorry, but my wife won’t be working overtime. For you, at least.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Noise complaint

Geto knew that no one else was home at this time - just you and him, splayed out on your queen-sized bed. He knew that maybe he should tell you this as he splits you apart on his massive cock, eyeing the way you’re grappling at your kiss-bitten lips, trying so desperately to not let your slutty moans through. 

But why would he?

“S-Sugu-” you manage to whisper, barely even audible over the obscene sounds of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. The squelches so sloppy. So loud. Mattress creaking at the sheer force, “They’ll- ngh- hear..”

“What was that?” Geto leers down at you, lazily thumbing opening your swollen folds further, bulging and clenching around his cock. “Can’t hear you over this talkative pussy, doll. You gotta ha- speak up.”

And it’s all you can do to crack open the trembling wall of your fingers, blinking away the tears in your eyes to look up at your boyfriend pleadingly. 

“We can’t mm- fuck- w-wake the girls up.” So utterly difficult to get the sentence out when it seemed like he was fully fucking it out of your brain. Angry tip kissing all your sweet spots, hitting you after every word falling from your lips, “Hafta- ngh- be quiet.”

And fuck - the look in his eyes. Long, inky hair falling over his broad shoulders, curtaining such a dark glint in his greedy gaze.

Flitting between your desperate, fucked-out expression and down, down, down at the way your dripping cunt was swallowing him so good. Letting him disappear so easily into your heavenly cunt - so mean, that Geto doesn’t want to slow down. Not even a little bit.

“Well…” he purrs, ringed fingers cool on your throbbing clit. Coating them in your sweet sweet juices before moving to your stomach, your sensitive nipples - all the way up to your glossy, swollen lips, “Let me help you then, gorgeous.”

But something in that deep tone told you he wanted to do anything but. 

Not wasting a second more before shoving two fingers inside, pressing right at the back of your hot tongue in a way that has your gagging, tears stinging your eyes. A loud moan stuck in your throat and-

Smack!

It was sharp - fleeting, even - but your entire body is jolting at the feeling of Geto’s thick fingerpads smacking your poor cunt. Right above your ravaged clit. 

“Ngh- S-Sugu!” 

“S-Sugu!” he mocks your moans, voice higher than usual. ��Thought you wanted hngh- to be quiet, gorgeous?” he grins, chuckling softly at the way you’re half-lucidly pushing at his rippling biceps - nails leaving neat little marks as you’re torn between pushing him away and wanting more more more- “How are you gonna do that if you’re like this, huh?.”

You keen as Geto chokes you on his fingers deeper, having you slobbering and drooling all over his rings, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. Mixing with the tears rolling down your cheek, “Pl-ease- mmpf- Sugu.” 

And God, he almost cracks right then and there at the way you’re squeezing his swollen cock so hard it was like you wanted to never let him go. Feeling him getting bigger inside you, hot tip pressing deeper into your plushy g-spot. 

“Try not to scream, then.”

One arm drags you straight across the soaked sheets, bunching up at your hips as he pulls you impossibly deeper onto his aching cock. “And don’t you dare think of running.”

Caging you as his hips become so brutal on yours, heavy balls smacking you in time with the stars in your eyes - the muffled moans falling from your mouth despite all that. Sloppy. Merciless. 

“Fuck! M’mpf so- close–” your eyes dart to the closed door, hoping - praying - that no one would walk in right now. Because if your daughters-

Smack!

“All eyes on me, gorgeous.” Distantly, you wonder whether Geto’s fingers would leave marks on your clit for tomorrow. “Such filthy filthy moans from a sweet mouth, huh?” he grunts, chest heaving with the force of his thrusts. “Right?” Pressing down on your tongue to have you nodding deliriously at him, “Heh, cute. Even cuter when you hah- try to hide your moans like-” Running quick, harsh circles on your clit. Faster. Harder. “-this.”

You don’t even realize it when you’re cumming - just that your body’s arching off the bed, like it was trying so hard to be one with Geto’s. 

Vision spotty, blood roaring in your ears, a sharp shout of “Fuck! Sugu m’cumming-” leaving you with reckless abandon.

And you couldn’t even care at this point - didn’t have the capacity to as Geto fucks you through your high, hips relentless. Playing with your pretty clit. Swirling lewd little circles at the same time as his fingers in your mouth.

“I uh- forgot by the way.” You hear him murmur through your orgasmic haze, not a shred of apology in his words. “The girls are at a sleepover.” Hips just smacking into yours, soft lips kissing the corner of your mouth - even when it drops in disbelief. “So we have alllll night to try n’ get another noise complaint from the neighbors.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - The tease

“Oh, shit-” Choso throws his head back, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Jus’ a little long- longer. Fuck, jus’ a bit more.”

And if Choso was wrecked, then it was nothing compared how fucking dumb you were being fucked. Hips all stuttering and drooling sloppily on the mattress, barely able to let out anything but incoherent little babbles of, “Ngh- please- too much.” by the third time he’s denying you your orgasm.

“Jus’ some more- fuck- baby, a bit longer.”

You cry as his pace only gets more merciless, having your snug cunt suck him up all the way till you were kissing that creamy ring around his base. “Wanna….”

“What’s what?” he’s leaning in closer, a mocking smirk playing on those kiss-bitten lips. And it’s not like Choso was expecting you to form a coherent sentence at this point - not with the way he was only bullying his cock into your gummy walls harder. More purposeful. 

“Ngh- please—” you’re dragging out your moans, words slurring as evidence of how long this has been going on. “Wanna cum.”

So, honestly, to him the fact that you could still speak was like a personal insult.

But absolutely nothing compared to the way your hand was dipping down to your poor, forgotten clit. Because you wanted - needed - so badly to cum. To finally have your soft fingertips barely just kissing at the swollen, sensitive nub - before Choso’s smacking your hand away.

“Fuck- What do you oh- fuck should be illegal for you to squeeze me that way- what do you think you’re doing, baby?”

And the only response he gets is a broken sob, big fat tears rolling down your pouty cheeks. As if on auto-pilot, you’re scrambling onto your elbows, arms straining to push. To escape. To finally make yourself cum because Choso was being so mean- 

“Hah? No no no no-” he tilts his head, teeth baring in a mean smile. Easily moving your limp arms like a ragdoll to pin them above your head. Lacing his fingers with yours as you let out little cries begging to cum - ones you probably don’t even realize are leaving you. “W-where do you’re ngh- taking this pretty pussy?”

“Oh- Wanna cum. So badly.” you bat your lashes up at him, 

“But if we hngh- cum, this’ll end.” his voice, almost a whine. “Wanna feel you- feel this tight pussy forever. Please? Jus’ some more?”

“Please, Cho–”

“...”

“Ch-Cho?”

Oh, you were an evil, evil little minx. That nickname has his weeping, fat head kissing your cervix, your g-spot - everywhere faster. Harder. Stretching you out like such a slut on his painfully hard cock.

“Aww, my poor baby.” Choso loops two strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer - locking you in place. Cooing, “My poor, poor baby. Using that nickname.” Kissing at your teary cheeks, stumbling and messy. Just a dragged-out touch of his pretty lips, runny eyeliner smudging against your skin. “That desperate, huh? You wan’ cum that hah- fucking bad, huh?”

It’s all you can do to give a stupid little nod. Jolting as his hot tongue licks a long, languid stripe at the corner of your mouth. The salty, sinful taste of your tears sending Choso’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, and him straight to heaven.

Gritting out a strangled, “Fine.”

And if you thought Choso was mean before then you weren’t ready for the way his speed picks up, hips hitting yours so bruisingly. Running only on you, the way your gummy walls were desperately trying to suck him back up with each thrust, and you-

“Oh- oh my god, Cho-” you jolt as he snakes down one hand to toy with your throbbing clit. Weeping and glossing all over him as Choso rolls it between two fingers. “Shit shit shit- m’so close.”

“Yeah?” his voice breaks a little at the end, as unsteady and sloppy as his cock now. Stretching out your plushy walls, “Gonna cum? This fuck- oh, baby. This pretty pussy is gonna cum f’me?”

And you can’t even think to answer his question - because you are. Cumming again and again all over Choso’s massive, unforgiving cock. 

 “Shit- oh, baby yeah. Look how much this pretty pussy is cumming.” Thighs shaking, fucking your hips up in shallow, lewd little grinds to meet the sloppy staccato of his - in time with the urgent ramblings falling from his lips, “This f’me? All f’me?”

That tone of his voice surprised - disbelieving, even like he couldn’t rip his eyes off from the way you were clenching around him in sensitivity. 

Only when your climax bates, your eyes snap open. Finally registering the way his hand jerks away from your clit, hips so out of control. Getting faster - showing absolutely no sign of stopping. “Cho- what-”

“Shhh shhhh- baby. I ngh- said I’d make you cum. Not that I’d hah- stop, right?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Double trouble

To Ryomen Sukuna, it was simple - if his cute lil’ slut can take one, then you can take both. Or, well, he’ll just have to make it fit.

“Please please please-” you gasp, big fat tears streaming down your face, thighs twitching over where you were all splayed out so prettily on Sukuna’s large lap. “-s’too much. Too big.”

You could feel him grinning into the crook of your neck, sharp canines biting right over where your rapid pulse was. 

His hot breath ghosting your ear, “Too big?” Eyes flitting down to your poor cunt, all gaping and drooling sloppily over his fat, angry head, “Then how come you take it all the time, brat?”

You let out a frustrated whine, “B-because that’s one and this is-” Gulping at the two massive cocks kissing your puffy folds, both so intimidatingly long and angry. Thick enough that you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks. “...two”

“So?”

Both of you watch in wonder as he holds you up slightly in midair by just the arms, slowly easing you down, down, down onto his cock. Like you were some ragdoll. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d marvel at how languidly Sukuna was fucking up into you. 

Letting your sweet sweet juices coat his rock-hard cocks, inching inside your sloppy hole deeper. And deeper. Getting you used to the dizzying stretch, the thump! thump! thump! of his prominent veins inside your tight pussy. Molding your gummy walls around one. Then the other. Then both at once.

And shit. 

Shit, you didn’t know if you’d make it out alive. 

“Oh- hngh- Kuna!” you sob, but you can’t rip your eyes away from the way your hips were stuttering down so sloppily into his. Short, sharp grinds that doesn’t even have to have Sukuna fucking into you, just watching in awe as you milk his cocks more. “You’re in so- deep- fuck- oh my god-”

“Jus’ ‘Kuna’ works fine.” he chuckles at his own joke, lacing two fingers on top of your head to stretch you out impossibly more on his dicks. Because fuck you were gorgeous like this - but so slow. “This all you can do?”

Your lips fall into a little pout that has him twitching wildly inside you - barely even halfway in, but feeling like he was pushing into your fucking lungs already. 

“Heh, don’t be like that now.” he shakes his head in amusement as you scramble to grab ahold of his hair - his arms - the throne, anything to keep whatever is left of your sanity. “You don’ want this all to be for nothing, right?” Hips jerking like you wanted to run but of course, Sukuna couldn’t have that - not when he had you like this. “Here.”

Yeah, you definitely weren’t making it out alive. 

Through your teary vision, you make out the hand that Sukuna is offering you - and before you can even think, you’re biting down. Hard. Sure to draw blood if this wasn’t the king of curses himself. 

“Fuuuck, yeah. Atta girl. Suckin’ me up so well.” he groans, hips bucking up so meanly. “Let it all out. Heh, see if you can draw blood n’ let me ngh- take care of this tight- pussy.” Letting you take it out on his hand, teeth leaving such cute marks he’ll coo at later - but never admit to. “Said I’ll make it fit n’ I’ll make it-” Bouncing you up and down, legs dangling at his muscled thighs. Throbbing cocks probing deeper with each word he spits out. More calculated. More impatient. “-fit.”

And fuck was it a sight to see. 

“Hah, what did I tell ya, brat?”

Sukuna can’t help but sit back to look at the heavenly view of you fucked dumb on his massive cocks - and fuck was it a sight to see. 

To trail a finger down right to where his fat heads were so obviously bulging against your stomach. Buried inside your sinful pussy all the way until your swollen folds were kissing at his heavy balls. One weeping tip nudging at your cervix, the other curving just right against your sweet spot. Feeling your plushy walls still desperately trying to adjust, pulsing so maddeningly - or was that him? 

Doesn’t matter.

Because Sukuna is gritting out a ragged,  “Now the real fun begins.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Again and again

“Jus’ one more sweetheart- promise.”

Does it really count as being mean if he uses just a little bit of reverse cursed technique while absolutely ruining you in bed? Gojo certainly doesn’t think so. It’s just…how could he not?

And you definitely don’t have any other explanation as to why your boyfriend’s got you limp and folded so easily into a mating press, fucking his cum into you for the fourth time tonight. Hips still so unforgiving. Merciless. 

“Merciless, hah?” And fuck, you barely even have the time to register the fact that you babbled that out loud. Because Gojo’s big arms are spreading your quaking legs so wide open for him, “Creative.” Long fingers deftly giving your clit a long, hard roll, “Real creative. That’s a ngh- new one. What else has your cute, fucked-out mind got f’me, sweetheart?”

Some tiny, sensible part of Gojo knows that he should maybe slow down - give you a chance to fucking answer. Maybe stop himself from dancing a soft hand down to your stomach - for the second time tonight.

Stop himself from smirking at the knowing wonder in your eyes as he presses down. Hard. pretty pink lips falling into a soft oh! as you coat him in his own cum. 

Glossy and so, so sloppy. 

Everywhere. 

“Oh, you naughty girl.” he’s grinning, pooling the obscene puddle of cum seeping into the sheets on his fingertips. “You naughty, naughty-” Smearing it all over your bulging cunt, tracing white patterns over your puffy clit. “-girl. How are you still making this much of a mess everywhere after so long?”

“Ngh- because you’re- you’re so-” you sob, and he’s speeding his hips up. Weeping tip kissing all those sweet spots he’s mapped out so well.

“So what?”

“So mean, Toru!”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” But he didn’t feel one bit sorry for your poor, overfilled cunt. Nodding so mockingly gently. M’so ‘mean’ fucking this cute cunt. Usin’ jus’ a bit of reverse cursed technique.”

Fuck, the way you’re biting down on his right collarbone, hard - was adorable. Sure to have drawn blood if it wasn’t for the technique keeping the two of you from breaking bones. And okay, Gojo guesses he deserved that.

“Ouch.” he’s clutching at his heart, acting so dramatically wounded - as if he wasn’t the one doing the bruising. Leaving marks on your ass, your tits, maybe even your poor cunt. “So feisty. M’heartbroken, y’know.” Voice dropping to such a low purr, looking up at you through those long lashes. “N’ the only way to fix it is by cumming f’me fuck- o-once more.”

And Gojo wonders whether you could feel it still filling you up inside - his cum. Whether you can feel the way it dribbles down the side of your thighs as you kick your feet, desperately trying to sit up. 

Feet flattening on the mattress because it’s too much. And you’re too sensitive - too good, with the jolts of electricity coming down from Gojo’s fingertips. The power dancing over your skin. 

But, shit - why’d you ever think you’d be a match for the strongest?

“S’gonna be too much-” you squeal as he’s pulling you closer into his arms, letting your head loll into his lips. Pushing your legs up further - till they were pressing so tight against your tits. Shifting his hips more purposefully - right at the angle to hit that sweet spot that had you crying out in ecstasy, “Dunno if I can, Toru.”

“Now now now, don’t you dare run away.” his half-hooded gaze is almost crazed now. “Because you can cum. And you will.”

“I-” you choke, feeling like Gojo was pushing all the way into your lungs. “I will-”

Each push of his angry, weeping tip having you see stars behind your eyes. Abs burning, white strands of hair falling over his eyes - glowing ever-so-slightly in a way that neither of you had the capacity to notice at the moment. 

“You will.” he’s moaning, like a mantra. “You will you will you will- hngh- fuck! You will.” 

Each word spilling from Gojo’s lips only having his achingly cock twitch wildly inside you. Massaging your plushy walls, stretching them out so. Milking the fucking soul out of him, until it was almost difficult to fuck you into the mattress. To have your cunt pulling him back like she didn’t want to part.

So, so desperate. 

Exactly the way he knew you did when you were close - dangerously so. So he’s whispering into your open mouth, “Cum f’me, sweetheart.”

You don’t know who cums first - just that you’re seeing a flash of white, your heart thumping all the way in your ears, a rapid, urgent cadence at which he was spilling into your quivering cunt. Having gone over the edge again. Warm - so warm with each rope after rope of seed, painting your gummy walls white, your puffy folds slobbering all over him.

Only adding to the mess as he fucks his cum deeper. Again and again and again - fucking into you like he was out of control. And he probably was. 

“Hey, so….y’know how six is my lucky number?”

A/N. First time writing true form Sukuna, how are we feeling, hm?

Plagiarism not authorized.

[playgrl0]

loving you / gojo

an: something short nd simple. not proof read🧍‍♂️ i love satoru so so sos o sososos much and i wanna give him nd receive sloppy kisses from him too big fat sigh

! i would really, really appreciate some feedback. it makes me happy and motivates me to keep writing !

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"mmmwaaahhh! mwah, mwah! mmyyygoooddd!" he groans against your lips. satoru's big hands squeeze your cheeks together while he presses his lips onto yours. hard and sloppy kiss after kiss after kiss. "god, you're so adorable! i can't get enough. mwah, mwah!" he mutters through kisses. you can barely understand him since he chooses to speak every time his lips are smooching yours. but it doesn't matter if you understand it or not since he's only talking no himself. he's been doing this for the past few minutes maybe, and you don't mind. you've been together for so long now that you're used to it. it'd be weird if he didn't do it. —

you're both cuddling on your shared bed, wearing comfortable clothes. he's laying halfway on top of you, his hands still squeezing your cheeks together so that your lips are puckered. he finally removes his lips from yours and he stares into your eyes. you look back at him amused and immediately he starts grinning like an idiot. "god, my heart-" he starts and presses another hard kiss to your forehead this time. "-you're too cute for this world!" you laugh. "satowu, pwease! my face huwts!" you try to tell him as best as you can with how he's holding your face. he understands it though and eases his grip a bit, not letting go though. "sorry, can't help myself." he smiles and this time he buries his face in your neck where he starts to gently kiss your skin. your hands find their way into his hair and he lets out a groan. he loves whenever you play with his hair. shortly after he removes his face from your neck and looks at you again, your face still in his hands. satoru swears that pieces of his heart jump out of his chest every time your eyes meet. that a new butterfly is born inside his stomach and flies around like crazy every time you smile back at him. it's been years since you've been together and you still have the same effect on him. —

you let out a small giggle at his dreamy stare, he does look like he's deep in a daydream. once the sound of your giggle hits his ears, he can't help himself anymore. he grumbles something along the lines of "so cute" and "just perfect" to himself, you couldn't really understand. and just a second later, his lips are pressed against yours again. "mwah, mwah, mwah! my perfect girl, my angel. mwah!" you continue giggling, how could you not? he's so sweet and so silly. so in love with you.

satoru removes his lips from yours once again, a string of spit still connecting your lips with his and he chuckles at the sight. your lips are coated in his saliva, which doesn't bother you at all, and he can feel how your face heats up . "hm, yer lips are glossy from my kisses." he grins. you shrug your shoulders and your tongue darts out to lick over your lips, collecting his spit. grinning back at him when his face falls. "don't do that!" he whines. "now i have to do it again!" you roll your eyes at him. "acting as if you weren't gonna do it again anyway. go ahead." he grins again and continues to give you more sloppy kisses. more salvia coating your lips and your chin as well, he's being messy, you don't mind it one bit though. because that's how he shows his love. he loves you, so much, and he's never shy to tell you and show it to you, he knows he may be a bit dramatic in showing his love to you but that's just how satoru gojo is. a dramatic, sweet, man. "mmm'toru, m' fwace." you mumble against his wet lips. he listens and finally removes his hands from your face. "thanks, it started to hurt a bit." you say, massaging your cheeks. satoru pouts and nudges his nose with yours. "didn't mean to hurt ya. sorry baby." you smile and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close to you and you kiss his pout away. "it's okay."

satoru lovingly stares down at you. one of his hands softly stroking your cheek, the other hand is on the pillow above your head, his pointer finger playing with a single strand of your hair and wrapping it around it. "what?" you ask him when his stare gets even more intense and you feel like you might break under it. satoru grins and softly kisses your cheek. "it's just, you're beautiful. i still can't believe you're mine. and i love you so, so much. so much, my baby." "i love you too 'toru." you respond. his smile grows and he quickly gets back to press more sloppy kisses over your face and lips. "mwah, mwah, mwaaahhhhh!!"

and you let him. you happily let him love you the way he wants to, the way it's so typical for satoru gojo.

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<3 @ playgrl0

[autumn-hiraeth]

I don’t know if your requests are open right now, if they’re not, you can totally ignore this.

but I would literally sell my soul to get a hobie brown choking fem reader smut. I am so down bad for this man’s hands bro. there so lanky and long and sfgajakg. and like he calls her princess 😭😭😭.

i’ve read literally every Hobe Brow fic you’ve written and there all SO GOOD!!

hey, anon! 🍂 i know it took me ages, so i hope you like it!

Hobie Brown x reader

Headcanons- NFSW!

Hobie's hands are just right.

They are lanky and long, his fingers always reaching spots that you can't reach with yours.

Hobie loves to squirl his fingers inside you, giving love at your sweet spot as the same time he rubs your clit with the perfect pace to make you moan and whimper.

But today, Hobie wants to try something new in the bedroom.

He presses his naked body against yours meanwhile his tongue is ravaging your mouth, he loves giving you sloppy kisses.

The imagen of your swollen lips and covered by his saliva, it drives him crazy and gets him harder.

So after smooching up a storm with his girl, hobie hurries up to unbotton your jeans, take off your top and removes your lacy underwear.

" ah...hobie" you let out a whimper when he latches in your nipple, cupping your breast as his wet and warm tongue swirls over your nipple.

Hobie smirks and unzips his jeans, pulling down it along with his boxer.

" mph...ah..." his fat and hard cock hits your stomach, his mouth is still sucking your tit so you stroke him lazily and his hips jerks.

" f-fuck, luv" hobie finally stops worshiping your breasts and his tongue licks your collarbone.

You rub his leaking tip against your thumb and his hand grips harder in your hips, his mouth is over your neck, nibbling and kissing.

" you're so good...luv.." hobie moans, loving how your hand strokes his shaft harder.

Hobie rubs your nipple and finally he guides his throbbing cock against your entrance, making you whimper, when he rubs himself against your wet fold and then he pushes his fat tip inside you slowly.

" oh..fuck...you're so tight,princess" his hips bucks against yours, you are taking all of him and feels so good, he is big and feels so fucking good inside you, so deep.

His lanzy hands guides your hips to ride him harder, your tits bouncing in front of his face. You're driving him crazy, the way you are moaning his name, the way you are clenching around him.....God...he is losing his mind.

" be a good girl f'me" he grunts and suddenly his hand wraps around your neck.

This is new.

Hobie is choking you while you are a mess of whimpers and moans, riding him hard and fast.

Your eyes are rolling back, your head tilting back and he loves the sight.

" you like it uh? You are whore for my cock and now for my hands, right ?" He whispers against your ear, the pressure on your neck is so delicious.

You are close and he knows it.

" c'mon princess, cream over me" the flesh is meeting in every thrust, making a filthy sound, the bed is rocking against the wall; everything feels so good and right when hobie is fucking your brains out.

And finally, he spills out inside you, painting your walls with his warm seed.

" ah...yes...yes..oh god...hobie!" you scream his name in a bliss when he makes you come too.

His hand is still on your neck, but now he is not applying pressure, his lanky fingers rub your neck and kisses the spot to ease the feeling after choking you for a while.

" you're good, princess?" hobie mumbles against your skin and you nod.

Hobie smirks and gives you a chaste kiss on your lips

" good, cuz i have not done with you yet'

[witchy-scribblings]

hibino kafka? more like hubbyno kafka (mdni)

❀ kafka who loves kissing you more than anything, and will have his lips on you at any possible time. this clown here loves to press the wettest smooch on your cheek just as much as he loves kissing you softly while you rock to the sound of the news in the background.

❀ kafka who's always texting you. his name will constantly be popping up on your phone, be it to wish you a good day at work, to complain about some inconvenience at his job, or to remind you that he loves you for the seventh time that morning.

❀ kafka who had always been okay with his bachelor apartment looking like a wreck, but since he started dating you no dishes pile up in the sink, the trash is taken out, and the cleaning is kept up with.

❀ kafka who immediately started getting extra toothbrushes, towels and other supplies the moment your relationship started looking serious, in hopes that it would incite you to come over more often.

❀ kafka who thanks his lucky stars every time he gets to wake up next to you because holy shit how did a loser like him pull a beauty like you? (it's fine we love losers 'round here)

❀ kafka who can never get enough of slow mornings with you. he often has you staying over at his place, and his bathroom is too small to let you brush your teeth side by side, so he gets the next best thing: you straddling his hips while you sit on the counter, peacefully getting ready for the day.

❀ kafka who gets a little insecure sometimes, especially before becoming an officer. he doesn't need constant reassurance, but there are days when he can't help staring at the mirror a little longer, a little harsher.

❀ kafka who falls harder still when you assure him that his dad body is extremely sexy, and that you love that he's so big and warm he's literally perfect to cuddle with.

❀ kafka who feels so much better when he sees how happy wearing his huge baggy clothes makes you. he has had to give up too many hoodies to count at this point, not that he's complaining.

❀ on that note, kafka who loves it when you're wearing one of his oversized shirts and nothing else - well, except perhaps a pair or wooly thigh-high socks during the colder months. After all, the central heating in his apartment is pretty bad, so you have to work with what you have.

❀ kafka who presses down on your covered hamstrings to keep you folded nearly in half while his fat cock plunges in and out of your soaking wet pussy; he's obsessed with the unrestricted sight of the filthy mess he's making out of your swollen cunt.

❀ kafka who sometimes absently wonders if you would be okay with him shapeshifting to fuck you better. he knows that kaiju no. 8 looks scary as shit and that he still has a hard time controlling the extra strength, but some twisted part of him wants to see how much further he could push you (little does he know his fans are monsterfuckers)

❀ kafka who ultimately is a pretty vanilla lover who just lives for those moments late at night when he has you sitting back against his soft chest with your legs spread embarrassingly wide while his thick fingers play you like a goddamn fiddle.

❀ kafka who, yes, is 100% a giver in every aspect of your relationship. but boy does he turn into a whore whenever you pay some well-deserved attention to him. he'll take anything you're willing to offer, but worship his body and his cock with your hands and tongue and he's done for.

❀ kafka who is not shy per se, but he gets really horny really fast if you start dirty talking to him. it might take a little bit of confidence for him to reciprocate, but once he warms up he's pulling out all the "yes, baby, want your mouth on me so bad", or the "i'm not gonna stop until you make a fucking mess on my sheets, got it?"

❀ kafka who used to dread laundry day, but will now happily change his sheets everyday if it means he got to fuck you good the night before.

brother i’m so down bad for this himbo he’s making me have unholy thoughts on finals week

[gibsongirled]

hiiii love ur blog sm

just wanted some schlatt fluff today (my demons are telling me smut 24/7) 😅😅

schlatt head cannons with smooches cuz he gives me those vibes that he only roughly kisses or gives the biggest fat wet kisses on your forehead or cheek

schlatt giving kisses headcanons !!

a/n: n/a

schlatt gives the biggest wet kisses EVER

and you have to wipe your cheeks down with a frown as he grins at you

its like he's bored and then suddenly remembers that you existed

and then hobbles over to wherever you are and gives you the WETTEST kiss on your forehead

he's not that big of a fan on PDA out in public

so those kisses will be saved for home

aside from the wet kisses

he also kisses rough????

and also sometimes pairs the rough kisses with the wet ones

idk man bro's an interesting critter

but sometimes the kisses feel like you just got licked by a dog

which is true in a way

because he's a NASTY DOG

(someone get that ref please)

best kisses and smooches tho

even if you do feel like you have to wipe down your face with a wet paper towel

[crows-in-the-house]

(nsfw) Bill Cipher x reader pt II

summary: part I is here, nsfw headcannons for Bill Cipher, this time Triangle and Human forms

pairing: Bill Cipher x Reader

tw: sex ofc, slight gore?

Triangle! Bill

Licks your whole face, all the time

Would make you take a bath with him in your own blood. Don't be a crybaby! This is very romantic and your not aprecieating this at all!

Very tauchy, groping your body all the time. You can't squirm away, he will just laugh lauder, holding you tighter and closer

"Where do you think you're going, it's time for real fun! (= pinching and pushing your body to watch your expressions change)

The way he bites you constantly changes - sometimes it's just a flirty kickey on your neck, and sometimes it's biting of the flesh from your tigh.

He can hold you for hours with how many hands he can manifest. You may push one back but the other will grab you tighter! Sometimes they act a little like tentacles, roaming on their own, when he's busy thinking about overtaking another galaxy. Your embarassed wimpers and pleas won't be even heard in this state.

Will try to kiss you eye to eye. First time you let him he will come closer to you without blinking, staring at you and holding by both shaulders. He will then wham into one of your eyes. And quickly fly away. Such a dirty meat bag! Tempting him to do such filthy things! What a loser!

Then he will proceed to kick his little feet in air and tell about it to all his henchmaniacs.

From this moment he will get more pushy, appearing out of nowhere, choosing an eye and holding your arms and eyelid open as he goes in for a kiss. He will munch on the eyeball, exploring the eyesocket with his tongue and playing with the eye nerve that bearly holds into your eye. He will lick of your tears giving you a big fat (human type) smooch on your cheek

Also into possesion, getting inside your body and exploring it as he wants is his greatest wet dream. Learning how to get all the best sensations as he puts whatever he can in your holes. Likes making you watch and whine how "he shouldn't do that, he should lube this place, be gentler with that part, stop making such faces" etc and then immiediately putting you back in your body so the only sound you can make are loud moans.

Wants to fuck you on his throne, all cute and chained up!

Human! Bill

He's rather laud and whiney, won't shout up and will talk all the time unless you stick something in in his mouth. Technicly you could try to make him give you a head, but you better be prepared for bitting.

Will be quite selfish, in pursuit of his own pleasure. Don't worry tho, making him feel good will also make you. Have you ever came just from tauching someones dick? No? Well now you have a chance!

Loves you sitting on his cock, but also needs to try out all his body parts, so you better find a way to make it nice for you.

If he's jealous he will pin you to a wall and tell u to strip. If u don't he will just snap the clothes away.

(No, all the towels, blankets, and your whole wardrobe are gone too. Better spend time with him now, or he will take your flesh away too)

Likes you not wearing anything when he's in his whole suit. Would also love to finger you in his gloves and would scold you for trying to cover up.

Pls grab his jaw and look into his eye ordering him to act nicer and gentler. He will smirk at that but if you succesfuly punish him once, he will be your obidient dog every next time.

The aftercare is him hugging you and not letting go. He will let you take care of him, but still wants you close. You're not getting further then a meter so better have everything prepared nearby. Alternatively, if he's somehow too tired to think, you can throw him your sweater and try to take care of yourself. You better come back soon tho.

[volturissideslut]

I saw that you wanted Rosalie requests so here I am 🙇‍♀️

Could you do general relationship hcs with Rosalie? Either gn or fem please 🌹

𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖊

Yes I do, absolutely I do!! Roll in requests for the girlies of anything i write please please please. I wrote this as more of a random day in life with her

During her human life Rosalie was definitely wishing for that American dream life with a white picket fence and a husband and kids, maybe even to be able to holiday on boats and abroad. But when all is said and all is done she could not be more happy with her life than she is with you right now.

Your hair is a little messy, coming loose from the plaits she had put it in just that morning, but you look just as gorgeous as ever. With a smile she watches on as you ask her questions from under the car, holding back laughter as she answers.

"Yes yes dear, that's the one to change the oil"

"Are you sure, Rose? You're not even looking" you huff and she can hear the pout in your voice, and knows the way your tongue must be poking at the inside of your cheek the way it always does in mock irritation.

"I'm sure darling. I've been working with cars like this since they came out" she's sure you can tell she's holding back a smile as well, having been together long enough. Still, her teeth find themselves gently biting into the inside of her mouth to stop her widespread smile from appearing. "now pull already, would you?"

And when you do she can no longer hold back her laughter, the back of her hand rushing to cover her mouth. You squirm and shriek from under the the car and immediately pull yourself out from under. A deadpan stare is thrown your girlfriend's (soon to be fiance, not that you know yet) way.

And she breaks, practically folding in half as she stifles her laugh. "We all have to do it once!" is her excuse as she takes in the oil patch stain on your right shoulder, smearing itself up to your cheek. "I'm sorry I'm sorry" she lets out between laughs, completely unapologetic.

With playful vengeance in mind you let your expression sweeten. "That's okay darling. Kiss and make up"

You stand from the floor and watch Rosalie's face drop in realisation. "No! No! I said I'm sorry!" she please as you step towards her menacingly, fully intent on giving her a big cuddle and a sloppy kiss. Gotta spread the love (oil).

"C'mon baby, thought you loved me" you give clearly fake and menacing puppy eyes as you back her into a corner.

"You can love me from afar " she says, still laughing. But you know she doesn't care really. She's a vampire and could easily stop this and step away if she wanted to. She could walk away or stop you in your place. Instead she resigns to the corner, still grinning in mischief as you close in on her with a hug.

"Awhhh share the love!" you say in playful enthusiasm, rubbing your oil-covered arm and shoulder over her to transfer as much as possible. Meanwhile, Rose pushes herself against the wall laughing like a fearful girlfriend who has been tickled and shrivels in laughs.

With a final unladylike laugh from her she gives in, giving you a big fat wet smooch on the lips which smears more oil onto her cheek than there even seemed to be on yours.

"I think we ought to shower" her voice is quiet in its place near your ear.

"I think so too" and just like that you're whisked away. Mess be damned, Rose has a girlfriend to tend to and she can sort that out later. Maybe actually change the car oil too.

[fungal-rot]

Frankie Morales As Your BF Would Include… (18+ under the cut)

kisses

so many kisses

you can’t tell me that man doesn’t love to smooch

loving kisses where he cradles your face with both hands

playful kisses where he wraps his arm over your shoulder and presses a big fat, wet, noisy kiss to your lips

kisses that are so passionate and lingering while he cards his fingers through your hair

date nights !!

he likes to take you out, show you off

but also doesn’t mind just staying indoors, maybe watch a movie and order takeout

hell this man would consider a late night walmart trip a date

he likes to pick on you, tease you; find any way to make you laugh or smile or even roll your eyes

speaking of rolling your eyes

we all know Francisco is the king of eating pussy

he loves feeling you twitch, hearing you whine out his name as his tongue circles your needy, swollen clit

he also loves it when you call him Francisco during moments like this, just fyi

after you cum on his fingers and drench his lips he’ll crawl up to your own and give you a desperate, searing kiss and make you taste yourself on his tongue

he’s a switch

one minute he’ll be pounding into you; missionary, doggy, sideways, whatever

the next you’ll be on top and he’ll be grasping your hips like you were his lifeline

he’d whine, beg, whimper as he thrusts up into you each time you slid down

“Más duro.”

his teeth would bare slightly as he’d grunt and moan out your name with each slam of your hips, skin-against-skin bouncing off the walls

he’d rub your clit with his thumb, wanting you to finish with him.

“Gimme me one more, baby, fuck. Dámelo.”

after the two of you come down from your shared highs he’d pull you down to his chest, heart pounding with heavy breaths

he’d stay inside you for a little longer, telling you just how good you were and soothingly run his nails up and down your back

more kisses

then you both fall asleep in each other’s arms, all happy and content

rinse and repeat

[seishihoe]

choso drools on ur pussy but also gives it big fat sloppy kisses 🫡

IGNORING YOUR NEXT ASK APOLOGISING BC I COULD LITERALLY TALK ABOUT IT ALL DAY SO THANK! YOU!

cause just imagine the sound of his lips smacking against your clit so loudly as he moans into the wetness, savouring it as much as he can. kisses and rubs until his lips are as slick as you are. deffo the kind of guy who uses his whole ass mouth when he’s going down on you so of course he’s gonna smooch your pretty lil pussy all over before he even thinks about eating you out. like a lil ritual every time. sometimes it makes you giggle when he gets loud from it and he blushes so hard, he’s thankful he’s hidden by your thighs.

when you’re choso’s girl, expect an abundance of kisses…. EVERYWHERE.

[katsukikitten]

I’m here to ask the same question you asked about the sexy edibles.

Please tell me Kazakitten and Katsukitten.

And fuck it tell me Zoey’s x Kitten too

🎤

Okay if we're assuming it's all individually and not poly 🤔

Katsuki and I are always teasing one another normally anyway. Always saying shit in the middle of arguments like "fine then no sex!" And the other claims "fine, I can out wait you anyway"

So that is the theme, we get the chocolate or gummies and split the tab. At the last second Katsuki says "Bet you'll cave first." as his hands venture to cup me to which I cat smile "Someone is already about to lose" I'm in one of his t shirts, which is form fitting on me. Ya know I'm a bigger girl, fat tits etc and hello kitty shorts (that apparently my ass hangs out of) which is a combo that makes him insane. He is in his usual t-shirt and joggers, ya know comfy clothes. Katsuki and I drink more than we get high, so our tolerance is low hehe. But I'm all giggly, which he loves the sound of always but especially now. Glancing over at me often during the movie and we both agreed we wouldn't the to sabotage the other at all.

I decide pop corn is a good idea, scurry into the kitchen and of course I need it in my big hello kitty bowl that katsuki keeps in the top part of the cabinet because it's not used often.

He knows I can't reach it, he's coming into the kitchen to help me, just to see me hoisting my knee up onto the counter as if to give myself a boost. The shorts doing anything but covering me at this point and giving Katsuki his fav view. Even without the gummy this view would have made him fuck me then in there. He growls audibly, which makes me all shaky and weak since I'm v responsive to his sounds.

He's on me in a second, "Ya fuckin cheated. Fuck hate how wet this pussy is. he doesn't he's lying, he HATES how easy it is for him to fold when it comes to me 😊 so he loses and we fuck against the counter a few times before he's moving us to the bedroom. Popcorn and movie forgotten.

Then after hours of fucking, skin tacky and sticking together he'll give me a little forehead smooch and ask "Ya hungry?"

It'll be 3am but he'll take me to waffle house and I'll dance in my seat when my waffle comes out 😊

For Akaza there is no beating around the bush, no teasing or flirting. The second he feels it and can see me feeling it too he pounces. I think he would set us up in a way that would make me so squirmy. Splitting the tab of chocolate while we face one another, legs tangled and he insists on eye contact. It's very intimate, very in the moment and again the second he sees those hearts in my eyes from him just running his palms along my thighs or a slight squeeze to my ribs he pounces on me. He'll cup my throat the whole time to make sure I don't lose focus on him and he'll put my knees on his shoulders so he can be up close and personal.

He is definitely my more firm and grounding type. Wants to make sure we're both fully in the moment even if we're under a bit of influence. Either way it works and I'm clingy and obsessed with him for weeks (which is why I prefer positions like doggy or quick fucking cause hate being clingy) but he LIVES for how much more I trust him and rely on him. Loves giving me princess treatment and me actually allowing it

Zodyl is tricky, I feel like we'd split the tab and he'd be unaffected. Or it would seem that way and I'm sitting in his lap and got little tears in my eyes because I'm so miserably horny and stubborn so I won't make the first move. And he thinks it hasn't even been that long, he hasn't even touched me yet so no way I'm wet right? He applies so little pressure to my panties and when he hears a soft squish and feels dampness I'm suddenly pinned to the couch.

Izuku is already my closeted perv/freak. He's the one who gets the gummies in this scenario and he does everything so extra (love zuzu bunny)

Like he tells me we're going to dinner and to be ready by 7, offers to pick out my outfit or tells me what level of dressed up I should be/leaves his outfit hanging out as an example.

Tonight though he tells me to be ready by seven and has the dress picked out for me. It's his favorite cocktail dress, black and the one I wore when he proposed. I figure we're going to the upscale restaurant he took us to then, before he was too nervous to eat, now he'll get a repeat and hopefully be able to enjoy the food.

Except this time before we go as I'm all dressed up and hair done and light makeup he's at the door, places a gummy on his tongue for me to see before he's gently cupping the curve of my skull to give it to me 🥴 and then he takes one himself.

"Just to spice up our night, sweetheart." It makes me giggle, I think it's just a little gummy that sero gave him but hahaha sike it's horny treat.

Which Izuku is already wearing that button up that makes him look so fucking sexy. Plus he's all scarred up and gentle and it's got me gnashing my teeth. He pulls out my chair, orders us dessert and we say we'll have some coffee to wind down. I get up to "powder my nose" winking at him and it's then that his half hard on he's been fighting all night is FULL BLOWN. He barely gives it five minutes before he's stalking me to the fancy women's restroom, locking the door behind him. Barely in control as he nearly breaks the handle and tries his best not to tear my dress (underwear is a casualty) before he's pulling me to the end of the porcelain sink, sinking to his knees in his expensive slacks, shoving my own knees to my chest so he can eat me out before he fucks me stupid just to eat his cum out again.

The staff doesn't say anything when they hear loud grunts and moans echoing in the back, away from the mostly empty dining room but they do appreciate the very large tip that Izuku leaves. "For the trouble."

[auspicioustidings]

day 22 ???? DAY 22 ???????? i screamed the entire time. i want to give your brain a big fat wet smooch. that’s going to be literally engraved in my brain for all time. thank you :’) <3333

Day 22 was written in a state of panic because I am so determined that this close to the finish line I gotta complete it so I'm very glad it was received well :') I love men in corsets and am praying for more of them at all times!

[helianskies]

How about #23 for UKSpaFr? It could be a love triangle 🤭

okay so,, not really gone for love triangle but it is definitely frukspa what a lovely decision hehe

Reunited

“He should be out of there by now. What’s taking so long?”

“Yeah, but don’t forget he’s also probably waiting for luggage, and there’ll be a queue at border control. His flight only landed half an hour ago.”

Francis gives a tut and begins to hold himself. While he looks cold, it is probably because he wants a hug that is likely still waiting to have its passport checked. Arthur would have… offered him some kind of comfort, if he had even the slightest belief Francis would accept it. But he wouldn’t. So he doesn’t.

“I wish he’d picked an earlier flight,” Francis rattles on, starting to slowly pace, two steps one way, two steps back. “You are sure you’re happy to drive back?”

“Of course,” Arthur replies. His eyes do not leave the exit from customs. “It’s not too far.”

“Only an hour and a half,” the other scoffs, and then sighs. “I hope he’s eaten something for dinner. La cuisine est fermée. It’s too late to cook him anything decent.”

“Good job I shoved some snacks into the car, then,” Arthur supposes, mustering up a smile. He looks at Francis, who has returned his gaze to the doors as another small flock of people start to emerge. Another wave of disembarked passengers. “He’ll be here soon,” he assures him. “I mean, he could be on the loo for all we kn—”

“Antoine!”

“Francis!”

“Arthur!” the same blond cheers quietly, as Antonio comes hurtling down the ‘departures only’ zone, and launches himself at Francis.

He’s used to such scenes. They have always been very hands-on in that way. Arthur prefers to do so in private. Though, even he has to admit, it does make him happy to see Antonio be swept off his feet for a rather dramatic spin, which makes him give a little surprised scream before demanding he be put down. The way he gives Francis’ arm a light smack for the move is rather entertaining.

“No picking me up, I’ve told you before,” Antonio finishes chiding Francis, although he is smiling, as is Francis (as is Arthur). And then he turns to the other. His smile grows. Arthur’s heart leaps and bounds. “Are we doing hugs, too?” he asks. “Or would you rather wait?”

Arthur is unsure at first. There are a lot of people around, a lot of eyes, a lot of noise. A hug sounds good. Frankly, given that he has just had to go two weeks without one from Antonio, a hug sounds great. Antonio has been away seeing family, and, even though he has had Francis and Francis is just as loving and doting, Antonio is—

“Hug it is!”

“O-Oh— Uh—” 

It seems, in the end, he has had no choice in the matter.

(But, secretly, that’s okay.)

“I’ve waited ages for this,” Antonio tells him as he practically swings from Arthur’s neck. He presses a hasty kiss—a big fat smooch—to the blond’s face, before he pops back off, pinches Arthur’s cheeks in greeting, and then says to them, “I’ve missed you. Both of you,” as he makes grabby hands towards both of them—a sign for them to each take a hand.

Dutiful as ever, both Francis and Arthur obey.

“So,” Francis says, as he takes Antonio’s luggage in his free hand and gestures for the three of them to head for the exit, “you survived your little family gathering?”

“Only just!” Antonio remarks with a soft snort of laughter. “I tell you what, I’m glad to be back. Which I didn’t expect to say, considering it’s absolutely heaving it down outside, but… well, you know what family’s like.”

Arthur hums. “Tolerable for five minutes, before they’re doing your head in?”

“Yeah. But,” Antonio then presses, tugging the pair of them closer to him as they pass through the building’s exit and out to the fresh (and wet) air, “I really am happy to be back home.” 

He looks between them both, and then gives Arthur the same kind of kiss on the cheek as before, before then giving Francis the same treatment. He breathes in England, embraces the cooler climate and shakes off that of his native Iberia, and, as though a switch has flicked in his brain, he suddenly asks:

“I don’t suppose you brought any food with you, did you? The coffee on the plane was awful, and I didn’t have time to grab anything at the airport before my flight…”

Arthur shares a look with Francis—one of amusement, one that says ‘I told you so,’ (which earns him rolling eyes, a lop-sided smile)—and he assures Antonio that, yes, there’s food in the car. 

“Oh, I love you!” Antonio proclaims in turn, squeezing both of their hands. “You have no idea how much that means to me!”

“Yes we do,” Arthur and Francis remark in unison, however; Antonio gives a laugh, suggests they head for the car before he takes his hunger out on them and gobbles them both up (affectionately, with kisses, because he loves them so, so much, he clarifies).

The car drive back is easy and pleasant, even in the rain. Arthur is kept happy by Antonio’s contagious enthusiasm, telling them both about his holiday in between snack breaks. Francis checks in on him every now and then, too (at one point, his hand comes to rest on Arthur’s as it sits on the gearstick, and a quick glance shows that Francis, too, is happy). 

And by the time the three of them get back, it’s dark, it’s cold, it’s miserable outside. But when they step back through the front door, all they feel is a restored warmth and comfort, knowing they are all finally home again.

[ ficlet collection is here on ao3! ]

[strang3lov3]

You keep tagging and talking with @/beefrobeefcal. I've gone to her blog and she seems cool and funny. Is she nice?

I wanted to do her Bad Christmas prompt for December but I feel kind of intimidated by how everyone knows her. I love her work (but you are still my #1 😘) and I have some prompts I think she would like but idk.

I guess I will claim the 😘 emoji unless someone else has it already.

Usually I would tease and tell you to stay far far away from @beefrobeefcal because she's evil incarnate and I have nothing nice to say about her but you seem nervous and also, that's a total lie. I am a jokester. In truth, I have nothing but love for her

I totally get being intimidated by how everyone has a rapport with her - or any writer, for that matter. It's scary to put yourself out there in an online space! It's a very vulnerable thing to do. But I can promise you with 100% certainty if you were to reach out to Beefro, you'd receive nothing but kindness, support, and love. Beefro is someone who treats everybody as an equal and makes everyone feel included and valued. You're right in assuming that she is very cool and funny, because she is. And she's so easy to talk to. There's nobody else like her!!

I can't speak to what prompts she's willing to take on, but I believe her inbox is open and she would love to hear your thots! And absolutely sign up for her Festive Failure fic project!! You won't regret it and you won't regret interacting with her ♡ She loves you already and gives you a big fat wet forehead smooch (with your consent, ofc)

[andre-and-cal]

Gives you a big fat wet kiss with my tranny retard lips

hi baby😽

Smooches you deeply with my dumbass gay lips

Hi schnookums 😻‼️

[mostly-mercy-vore]

"Gym Rat? More like...Tracer Fat!"

[Lena x Reader]

CW: Vore/ Post vore Weight gain /Digestion / Prey Reader

Kathump Kathump Kathump Kathump Kathump Kathump. Lena's heavy feet slapped the treadmill. Her fat thighs wobbling, her big, overfed butt cheeks jigging like jelly in orange shorts. Shorts that once fit, but now were overstuffed with plush, British fat. The seams in her butt stretched so tight you could almost see her crack.

Well, no you could see her crack. Just the top. Two big blobs like biscuit dough rising above the waistband, smooshed together, and cut in half by a waistband that was doing it's very fucking best to accommodate her fattened up rear. Lena was pink in the face, but grinning ear to ear. Staring down at her round full belly. She let out a little gigglesnort watching the round soft orb slosh and bob, slapping against her big fat thighs as she jogged on the treadmill. "Cheer up Luv, B'sides bein' a great source of protein, pred girls need ta learn to run on a full stomach." She grabbed a great big handful of...well...whatever was left of you. Her belly felt soft, a two inch layer of fat making it soft and marshmellowy to the touch. Like a squishy waterballoon with something semi solid still moaning inside. You shudder and slosh at her touch, but can't escape Lena manhandling you in her tum. Tracer slows to a waddle on the treadmill. Gulping Predorade (gobble berry to be exact) out of a gallon jug. She gives her gut a vigorous shake, and you slosh, doing everything you can to keep your head above the rising pool of acid and Sports drink. "Oh please...Oh please...Oh please..." You moan your limbs push and scrape against the inside walls of her tum, but it's so slippery you just keep sliding onto your back, her little bust resting atop your face as you struggled to keep from drowning as you digested into more soft pred fat. The sound of your pleading nothing but muffled noises that made Lena (if she had to admit it) a little wet. "Awe, don't be that way Luv, yer doin such a good job!" She heaved her tummy and craned her neck smooching the top of your head, as her belly let out a high pitched gurgle: it was done toying with you. Tracer let it drop, and you bounced and wobbled in her bloated, satisfied tum, with a gurgled "nnmmmmmmmm!" you slid onto your back, your ass hitting her belly button, and your neck sliding down to the back of the round sack digesting you, submerged beneath acid and salty energy drink. Lena was gonna get FAT off of you. With a light hearted giggle, Tracer sped up: predgirls needed to learn run on a full stomach, made chasing down witnesses so much easier. "Guuuoooaaaaarrrp." Tracer guffawed stupidly amused by her loud belch. "Phwoar that was a good one! Eh?" Lena thumped her gut and you let out a bubbling yell, that only resulted in less air for you and another "Uurrp" for your bubbly, cheerful pred.

You slowly began to lose consiousness, signing up to be Tracer's personal trainer had seemed like such a sweet gig. You knew she'd been running through them, the tabloids kept talking about it, and every picture she seemed to be getting fatter and plumper. You thought for sure you'd be the one to help her slim down. How hard could it be to get a sprinter to drop a few pounds?

"Oi, Luv" Lena whispered a half surpressed smirk creeping into her lips, her eyes twinkling. "No use belly achin'" Tracer's barely surpressed grin cracked into laughter. "No pain no gain, right?" She gave her tummy a wink, and slapped her hands to her tum as she doubled over giggling. Lena slowed to a waddle again, throwing back her head and gigglesnorting into a cute fit. Giggling into a burp, then giggling again, before giggling into another burp. Until finally she had to switch off the treadmil, and stumble over to the bench for a sit.

Her tum sloshed you about as she turned. Her knees shook as she began to lower her butt to the (frankly thin looking varnished wood) bench. Tracer didn't sit, so much as fell ass first onto the bench. Collapsing under her own chub, and your added weight.

"Lookin' a bit round and soft there Luv, you still with me?" The bench creaked and groaned, soft butt fat spilling out of her shorts, as her thong and crack bulged out of the waistband. Her chubby cheeks hanging over the edge. Tracer playfully shook her tum and got no response. "Huh. Guess you really are just fat now. Psst, do us a favor Luv, my butt just keeps getting bigger, and bigger, do us a favor and go somewhere else for once." She cupped her modest B cups and squeezed them, pouting. "Though I don't mind having a big butt, tell you what, between you and me..." She pet her tum squeezing and pressing into it here and there, "...its kinda fun sitting on cute girls before I gobble them up. So I'm not gonna be too mad. Just these shorts are about knackered." Lena pat her big butt, and as if on cue, a loud rip signaled the crotch of her shorts giving out. "Awe fudge. I gotta wear these out today. Don't suppose ya brought a change of clothes did ya? Maybe some really, really stretchy sweatpants? Or Leggings?"

Her tummy burbled. Her thighs thickening quietly. Her belly shrinking, almost imperceptibly. Her ass blowing up bigger, and rounder and fatter as Tracer used you to fatten up her curves.

No more cute muffled noises from you: You were just breakfast now.

Tracer looked to the left, then to the right, it was still pretty quiet. No one here. Just the two of you. No one else in the gym there to witness your transformation from gym rat, to ass fat.

Biting her lip, the freckles across Lena's face tinged pink. She slipped her fingers into the newly ripped hole, and fished around between tubby thighs for her wet pussy.

"D-Don't tell anyone about this Luv." Tracer began to pant and moan. With another loud rip, the waistband of her shorts gave out and the cloth popped apart. Her big jiggly butt flopping out as her Shorts lay beneath her . Her entire lower body "unwrapped" sitting in her tattered shorts like a burger in unwrapped paper. Her thighs squished closer together with fat, her ass plumping up, and her sports bra began to stretch and bulge, a little push up cleavage starting to grow at the neckline of her workout top.

Mmmm. Lena could go totally for a burger right now.

"Greedy...little...slut..." Lena teased herself. Her knuckles deep in her fat pussy, masturbating "...still digesting this poor thing, and I'm already thinking of stuffing my face again."

No one could figure out why Lena wasn't losing weight. Rumors were she burned through trainers because the chubby pred must just be really hard to work with.