#and it’s like - you can’t help but be endeared by him.
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sttoru · 2 days ago
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outlaw!toji who initially kidnapped you for money, to rob you from your valuable belongings, eventually forms a strange attachment to you. he can’t help but feel a faint twinge of guilt for robbing a pretty and delicate little thing like you.
so, he decides to let you return to your beloved family in town. though he does not let you go completely.
every now and then when toji is passing by the town you reside in - avoiding sheriffs and other people whom could possibly recognise him from the wanted posters plastered on every wall - he looks for you.
of course, you freak out the first time he sneaked up on you. however slowly yet surely, you let your guard down. the outlaw didn’t harm you in any way after all.
“how ‘re ya doin’, princess?” toji would always greet you with that signature, cocky smirk of his, leaning against a nearby wall with his arms crossed over his chiseled chest or his hands on his worn gun belt.
sometimes you reply quickly, but on other occasions you indulge him and continue the conversation. it’s often at night that he visits you, so you have less of a chance to get caught together.
you don’t know when or how toji found out where your family’s house is. he simply started showing up at your balcony once in a while, just to catch up. after a couple times, you even let him in.
those nightly visits swiftly turned into something more intimate. it feels so wrong yet so right. a dangerous criminal who’s killed hundreds, who had even kidnapped you one day, being invited into your bed— how scandalous.
though you can’t help it. his callused yet warm hands that touch your skin, his burly body that presses you into the mattress just right, his slightly chapped lips that nip at your flesh and leave marks. . . you don’t regret a thing.
especially when you’re both catching your breath after an intense encounter. toji’s muscular body, filled with countless of scars, blankets yours easily. his arms cradle you to his bare chest afterwards and all you can do is relax against him.
“i think i really hit the jackpot with ya, aye? may not have robbed ya of yer stuff that day, but i got ma prize money one way or ‘nother,” the rugged outlaw grins as he lights up a cigar and holds it between his lips.
you can’t even tell him off for smoking in your room. toji’s fingers massage your scalp so good to the point you’re putty in his hands. the scent of tobacco is also comforting. it’s one you associate with him, because he always smells like it. it’s always a combination of tobacco, nature, horses and gunpowder.
toji knows that he has to leave before anyone comes checking in on you, but he can’t leave you when you look so adorable, clinging onto him like a lifeline.
every time he visits, it’s the same exciting story.
when toji is in a more sentimental mood, he takes you out on a ride. he settles you on the back of his horse, speeding off into the sunset, letting you enjoy the view outside of town.
the beautiful freedom that comes with the life of an outlaw. the freedom of seeing nature in all its glory. you get to experience it all.
at times, when you’re out and about, he takes his chance and teaches you how to handle a gun. toji knows you’ve been spoiled rotten by your parents growing up, so you probably haven’t touched a gun a day in your life. that’s where he comes in.
“oi, watch out. yer gonna blow my fuckin’ face off, girl,” toji grunts with a faint chuckle as he notices your clumsy hand gestures while holding his revolver. it’s endearing, truly. he doesn’t yet understand why it warms his heart to see you try and shoot at the targets he set up.
what the outlaw loves more than that, is when you’re both resting against a large oak tree, with his head on your lap. especially after he gets back from a long and successful heist in a far away town.
toji often lets his cowboy hat cover his face while he naps and uses your thighs as the perfect, plush pillow. the gentle breeze only adds to the perfect moment.
when you take his stetson and put it on your head instead in a innocent gesture, he lazily opens one eye and raises a brow in amusement.
“oh? that yer way of telling me y’ want a ride?” toji teases before pinching your cheek. he loves seeing that flustered expression on your face when you’re once again reminded of the cowboy hat rule he taught you the other day.
toji never misses the opportunity, however. he sits up and leans back against the tree trunk, patting his thick thighs which he spreads lightly.
“hop on f’ me then, pretty. show me how good of a cowgirl y’ are, yeah?”
well, briefly said, it’s never a dull moment with outlaw!toji.
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dreamscapeee222 · 1 day ago
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You're Short
Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel
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Vi:
She lives to tease you about your height.“Hey, short stuff! Need me to grab that for ya?” she’d say, already reaching for the top shelf.
Ruffles your hair like you’re a kid—infuriating, but she does it with such a cheeky grin you can’t stay mad.
Sometimes picks you up without warning and twirls you just to prove she can.
Jinx:
“What’s the weather like down there, shrimp?” followed by her breaking into cackles.
Constantly exaggerates the height difference, even if she’s only taller by a smidge.
Draws ridiculous doodles of you as a chibi, making herself look like a giant.
Calls you her “mini partner-in-crime,” but if anyone else teases you? She’s ready to throw hands.
Caitlyn:
The queen of subtle shade: “Oh, darling, you’re just so… compact. It’s adorable, really.”
Absolutely uses your height to her advantage in sparring practice—she’ll duck under your swings and smirk.
But she’s also the first to crouch down and look you in the eye when things get serious, speaking to you with gentle understanding.
Secretly finds your height endearing and won’t admit it.
Ekko:
“Dang, how’d you even see me from all the way down there?”
Loves leaning on you like a human armrest. Bonus points if it makes you huff and glare at him.
When he catches you struggling to reach something, he’ll dramatically swoop in with, “The hero saves the day again!”
But he’d never make you feel bad—he thinks your size just makes you you.
Jayce:
"Hey, do they even let people your size into Hextech labs?” Cue his loud, goofy laugh.
Jokes about needing to install a step stool for you at his workstation.
Still, he’ll go out of his way to lift you up��physically and emotionally���if you need it.
Will carry you around piggyback-style, saying it’s “for efficiency” but mostly just enjoys seeing you laugh.
Viktor:
Rarely teases, but when he does, it’s with surgical precision. “Your size must make navigating crowded streets quite efficient.”
Will subtly adjust things in his lab to make them more accessible for you without a word.
Finds it amusing when you get frustrated about his taller stature. “If it helps, I could crouch?”
If anyone else pokes fun, his sharp wit shuts them down in seconds.
Mel:
The epitome of class, she’d never outright mock you—but her smirk says it all.
“Your height only enhances your charm. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, darling.”
Teasingly rests her elbow on your shoulder, pretending not to notice your glare.
Compliments you often, balancing out the playful jabs with genuine affection.
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whoreforsexymen · 3 days ago
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Guess who just finished acrane and is writing this with actual tears on my face!!! I need some Vander fluff- i think i will emplode- it doesnt even have to be anything specific i just need comfort after that shit storm 😭
Yes my child. Mommy will make good on your request.
And don’t even get me started on S2. I can’t bring myself to watch it yet. I’m still not even over S1 and I KNOW for a fact it’s not even as sad as I’ve learned S2 is.
But shhhhh, Mommy’s got you. Here’s the fluff you asked for.
Piltover’s Got Nothin’ On You | Vander Fluff Flash 🍺🤎
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(GIF cred: me <3)
Pairings: Vander x GN!Reader
Pronouns: No pronouns used.
Rating: Slight NSFW because Reader and Vander are presumably half naked in bed, so 18+!! MDNI !! You WILL be blocked
Word Count: 524
Summary: Vander is enjoying a nice cozy morning with you, and reminds you exactly how he feels.
Tags: A little spicy, just because it’s a little maturely themed if you whip out a magnifying glass, Fluff, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Domesticity W/ Vander, OoeyGooeyRomance
Notes: None, just enjoy. Take a breather. 🤍
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“Would I lie to you?” The question hung in the air, light yet loaded with meaning. It was enough to send a familiar flutter through your stomach, a soft, nervous twinge that made your heart skip. The sensation was strangely uncomfortable, yet in the most endearing way—like a gentle reminder of how much he could still make you feel, even in the simplest of moments.
You lay atop the man you were speaking to, both of you bare-chested, the warmth of your skin pressing together in an effortlessly comforting way. The coolness of the morning air was a distant contrast to the heat between you, a calm presence that made the moment feel serene to say the least. His steady breathing beneath you gave the moment a gentle rhythm, and for a while, there was nothing but the simple unspoken connection between you both before you responded.
“Maybe. Depends.” You tease, your words playful but laced with a hint of mischief.
His response is immediate—his large hand slipping into yours with a quiet sense of contentment, the warmth of his grip grounding you. There’s a comfort in the way he holds you, as if, in this moment, the world outside doesn’t matter. His touch speaks volumes, the unspoken understanding between you both more powerful than anything words could convey.
“Someone clearly thinks highly of me,” he teases back, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Before you can answer, he leans down and places a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, his touch tender and full of quiet affection. The sweetness of the gesture catches you off guard, a simple act that somehow feels like the most genuine expression of his feelings—a quiet reminder of how deeply he cares.
You smile, a soft laugh slipping from your lips.
“All I was saying is that, as much as Piltover has its minor flaws—“ you begin, your voice light with amusement as you’re stopped short.
“Appalling flaws, really. Humongous, towering flaws,” he interrupts playfully, his tone teasing as he presses a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, still held firmly in his.
You can’t help but laugh at his wit.
“Yes, huge, appalling flaws. But despite all that, Topside is stunning at night. The lights here are beautiful, too, but nothing compares to the glow of Piltover.” You add, trying to make your point clear: a city’s beauty can stand on its own, no matter what darkness might lurk behind the scenes.
He regards you for a long while, his gaze lingering on your face with an amusement that never quite fades. The seconds stretch on, almost too long—what might seem like a few moments in the world’s rhythm becomes an eternity in his eyes. Each shift in your expression, each subtle change in your posture, draws him in, holding his attention as if time itself has slowed. And yet, even as eternity unfolds, it’s still not enough. To him, no amount of time could ever truly capture all he wants to see.
“That may be true,” he says, his voice steady, the smirk never quite leaving his face.
“But Piltover’s got nothin’ on you.”
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littleslaywrites · 1 day ago
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pas de deux- adagio | spencer reid x bau!reader 
pt 2 of pas de deux - based on request by @kakamixoxo
summary: you substitute for your friend who is a ballet teacher, and spencer helps you work out your lesson plans. set like 3 months after part one. 
word count: 1.3k
cw: f!reader, literally just straight fluff, brief mention of past injury
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Spencer was never graceful. You’d seen him trip over enough curbs to know. Luckily for him, you thought his awareness was endearing, like a six foot tall baby deer. 
You were the opposite, poised from your years of ballet training. You were finally off of your crutches and back in the studio. When you first started your internship at Quantico, you took classes at a local studio. The teacher who was in charge of your class became one of your first friends in Virginia, and you had stayed close ever since. 
When she called you asking to fill in for her while she took a week long vacation, you jumped at the opportunity. You thought it’d be the perfect way to get back into dance after your recovery. 
One night after work, you went to the studio to work on what you planned on teaching. Spencer insisted on going with you, claiming he was worried you’d hurt yourself again. Truthfully, he just wanted to watch you dance. 
Spencer was your biggest fan. You try not to think about the money he’d spent on tickets to your shows, gifts themed for each one, and date nights afterwards. So, naturally, if he had the chance to see you alone, in your natural habitat of the ballet studio, he was going to take the opportunity. 
Arriving at the studio, you changed into a leotard and sweatpants while Spencer sat on the wood floor of the studio. He felt awkward surrounded by the walls lined with barres and mirrors, your world feeling foreign to him. 
You step into the room, joining him on the floor to stretch. 
“You know, it’d help to have a student to practice my lesson plans on,” you say, stretching to the side as you touch your nose to your knee. 
“Would it?” Spencer replies. 
“I’d get stretching if I were you,” you say. He tries to follow your lead, but his inflexibility hinders him. You giggle at him, trying to figure out how to help him follow along. 
Eventually, you give up, standing to lead him to the barre. 
“Since the class is for early elementary schoolers, everything is for beginners, which means you’ll be perfect for testing it out,” you say as you take hold of the barre, facing him.
He mirrors your action, saying “I’m glad to know I have the same skill set as a five-year-old.”
You giggle at him, and turn out your feet into first position. “Can you do that for me?” you ask, watching his feet.
He clumsily shuffles his feet along the floor, gripping onto the barre. 
“Not like that Spencer, turn out from your hips.”
He nods, but it’s clear he doesn’t understand from the way he scoots around. “Like this?” 
“Not exactly... here, let me—“ you adjust him yourself, grabbing just above his knee to try to pry him into first position. 
He gets it down after about a minute of fumbling, finally in a successful first position, despite his arms still swinging without grace. “Is this right?” he asks, proud of himself. 
“Sure,” you say, letting himself bask in his small victory. “So first we’ll do the plié combination.”
“That means ‘fold’ in French,” he replies.
“Right,” you dismiss him, trying to move onto the next set of instructions. Before you can, he bends at the waist, assuming the step based on the translation.
“Oh, Spencer, that’s not—“ you pull him up by the back of his shirt. You giggle at him, causing him to follow suit. “Your genius doesn’t exactly extend to ballet, honey.”
He pulls you in for a quick kiss. You let him, but before he can prolong it, you step back. “You know, you’re not as helpful as I expected you to be.”
He juts out his lip in an exaggerated pout. “I’m trying my best,” he sighs, looking up at you with the puppy dog eyes he knows you can’t resist. 
You sigh, matching his pretend exasperation. “It’s just a bend at the knees, like this,” you say while modeling the move. His eyes are trained on you, trying to take in every movement you make. He tries to match you, but his height makes everything he does look rather gangly. 
You try to fake that you’re impressed, but he sees right through you. “Maybe it’s because I’m still in my work clothes,” he gives you a goofy smile. 
You smile back. “That has to be it,” you reply, giving up on the idea of trying to teach him. 
“When do we get to the part where I lift you up?” he asks, moving close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 
“Usually you have to master the basics first,” you raise your eyebrows at him, “but we can give it a try.” He releases you to swiftly grab you just above your knees, carrying you to the center of the floor. 
“Spencer, I don’t think this is an official move,” you giggle, feet wiggling in the air. 
“Then I invented it, so they can name it after me.”
“The Reid Potato Sack lift?” you tease him as he sets you on the floor, hands sliding down your back as you roll off his shoulders and put your feet on the ground. He keeps hold of you, swaying as his arms cage you close to his chest. 
“What am I supposed to teach these kids tomorrow?” you say when he leans down and captures your lips in a light kiss. 
“Are you saying I’m a distraction?” He pinches your side. 
You squeal, responding with a simple “yes”.
He smiles, backing up while taking one of your hands. He brings it above your head to prompt you to turn. You twirl under him, looking at his smile when you make your way around to face him again. 
“Teach me a lift,” he says, eyes telling you it’s a genuine request. 
“Okay,” you start, moving so you’re both facing the mirror. “Here’s an easy one. I’m going to lift my leg in an arabesque and you'll lift me like that.” 
He nods, hanging on to every word you say. You move one of his hands under your ribs as you raise your leg. You move his other to the top of the thigh that’s raised in the arabesque. 
“You’ll just bend your knees and lift,” you say. He does as you say, lifting you until you’re above his head. You raise your arms, scrutinizing your technique in the mirror. 
Spencer is also watching you in the mirror, but not to judge your extensions or turnout. Instead, he was admiring you. He could feel the love you had for ballet in your focus. He loved to see you in your element. Of course, he saw the way you excelled as a profiler from the time you started your internship, but the passion you had for your art was what he truly admired about you. 
In that moment, he thought he could watch you forever, but you interrupted his thoughts saying, “you ought to put me down now, Spencer.” 
Reluctantly, he eased you to the ground, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you both faced the mirror. 
“I think we might have actually found a ballet step you’re good at,” you say, smiling at the way he leans down and rests his head on your shoulder. 
“All I did was stand there,” he replies, smiling at your reflection in the mirror. 
“Exactly,” you say, blushing under his stare. 
His hands move down to your waist, and he pulls you to face him. “I’ll stand and do nothing forever,” he says as he rests his forehead against yours, “if I can watch you dance."
You smile as he kisses your forehead and pulls back to look at you. Reluctantly, you pull away, grabbing your phone out of your bag to figure out the music you were going to use in class. 
Plugging it into the speakers, you glance into the mirror to see Spencer still staring at you with a lovesick smile on his face. 
“Stop staring,” you say smiling. “It’s distracting me.”
“Only when you stop distracting me by being so cute.” 
You roll your eyes at the cheesy comment, heart secretly jumping at the obvious love he had for you.
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cowboy-kidd · 2 days ago
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cg!viktor headcannons ᯓᡣ𐭩
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—DNI NSFW—
· likes keeping you close to him. driving you into his side when he wants to feel your warmth against his harsh purpled skin. He'll take your hand in his own or brush your hair behind your ear while you're sleeping. He mostly feels alone so having a little one beside him that relies on him in ways opposite of the public he’s saved- that is like him in ways he can’t describe, similarly to Sky but untethered.
· whispers about what it’s like being shrouded in universal colors. the comforting things he’s seen told to you like fairytales before you go to bed.
· goes stargazing every so often with you. points to the thousands of constellations up in the sky and identifies them all for you.
· let’s you sit in his lap while you mess with his fingers. comparing them to your own. your natural curiosity is something he always indulges in.
· when it rains he likes to sit outside with you and just enjoy the sound- you bounce around in the wet grass before coming to sit in his lap and lean against his chest while he cards a hand through your wet hair
· when he’s meditating (and thus floating) he leaves you on the ground- you jump to get to him but fail. when he finally comes back down you run into his legs and try to get him to pick you up—to which he complies—a fond, loving expression on his face. you just pout.
· whenever you get up to something and he can’t parse out what you’re doing before you do it, he gives you this look of confused adoration that turns joyous when you produce the outcome. sometimes it’s a silly face or you dancing to imaginary music.
· calls you Nabi and vice versa- a meaningless little term of endearment from nowhere.
· sometimes accidentally cryptic. he goes about the space talking to what seems to be air and then he lays his eyes on you and realizes he’s frightened you. he cuddles you up to him and whispers into your ear how’s he’s sorry- that he had no intention of frightening you and that whatever he said wasn’t important. still, you ask questions- and he’s always amazed at your bluntness. he tries to articulate the answer the best he can but its difficult without his own extensive knowledge
· calls you little one all the time. If he wants to be extra sweet he’ll place a gentle finger on the soft of your jaw and trace it to your chin or tack on a “my” in front of it. You hate it sometimes because it feels like he’s making you smaller than you actually are with his all knowing, omnipotent shtick but once he starts teaching you things it’s much more than that.
· teaches you many things. the art of watching and waiting- patience, and finally, the arcane. shows it to you and allows for you to touch it- pulls you out before it can truly do any damage and holds you during your recovery. He wants to turn you- it’s the next step in evolution. but he can't, longing for a human connection that isn’t devouring one another for the purpose of a greater life understanding. He wants to know you through you- and finds your tantrums less tedious than before.
· won’t see you get hurt- is almost too gentle, too protective of you when it comes to playing with other kids and other people taking care of you- even if he is just another extension of him. he likes seeing you through his own eyes- not theirs.
· tells you about jayce- just not by name. this amazing man who wanted to help the world, just like he’s doing, who wanted to give people opportunities which would otherwise not be afforded to them because of their social standing. he describes him all the time with a fond look on his face.
· doesn’t play with you a lot, but likes putting stuff together with you. little prototypes of boats or trains that you cart around- distracted while he does the real work.
· likes reading while you do your own thing- maybe taking a nap, sitting together in silence with the steady sound of arcane power reverberating inside of him and through the space, or maybe with the steady rhythmic flip of book paper. maybe he hums.
· you try to get him to take naps with you. your constant pulling on his robe and never wavering stubbornness convinces him to lay down with you. he ends up dropping off before you do- in a space similar to where he is when he’s meditating. You touch his face while he’s sleeping, exploring his smile lines and deep purple bags underneath his eyes before kissing him on his cheek and falling asleep yourself.
· he’s very patient with you, even when you’re not so patient with yourself. he’ll gently take you by the wrists and hold them close to his heart so you won’t beat on yourself anymore. his eyes always hold so much emotion- as do yours (he comments on them regularly.) “how am i supposed to protect you from yourself?” he asks you one night, you’re head on his legs and the rest curled up underneath the blankets. you just shrug and bury your head into his calf, a show of kiddy frustration that just makes him sigh and run his hands through your hair.
· you’re always eager to help with his experiments. you don't have the most steady hand but you’re good when it comes down to it. he can ask you to crush up some herbs or pour a a pre measured ingredient into what he’s making. he always helps and he mostly does it so you feel included in whatever he’s doing.
· never any big lights in your spaces. always candles or glowing orbs in your space- maybe the whiteness of the arcane that engulfs the place in light, but it’s never so bright as to where you can’t sleep- Viktor makes sure of that
· likes hearing you laugh- he doesn’t ever do any strenuous activities but he can make finger puppets and tell you stories like never before
· very good with routines and such. likes making sure he’s putting you down for a nap at the right time and generally doing good at parenting you.
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megumiluvv · 15 hours ago
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I Slept With My Brother’s Babysitter
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Includes: Choso x (fem)Babysitter reader, new relationship (like an hour old), kissing, lots. Choso plays with reader’s boobs for a little, boob kissing, nipple biting (yeowch), reader’s boobs aren’t a specific size, body worship, Choso is uncut, handjob/fingering (both receiving), oral (both receiving), praise (always, it’s zero writing🙄), protected sex, like three orgasms, aftercare (yippee!!), sillies in love.
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Read Part One Here!
Word Count: ~3k
A/n: Yayyyy, hopefully, this is good! As the title and “includes” mentions, this is smut, so if you don’t want to read that with this au, please skip over!! I’m unsure if I will write a male reader counterpart (I apologize if I don’t), but I hope you enjoy this! As always, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! (I love reading your tags) I think I like boobs. Please ignore how this is like, 2-3 months late, I had a huge slump and then got really busy (_ _;) this is BARELY proofread, I let Grammarly do most of the work :P
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The moment Choso’s apartment door clicks shut, you’re pinned against the wall as he presses his lips to yours, hands reaching to lock the door. He holds your waist and you whine into his mouth when he lowers them to squeeze at your hips.
Choso hears the desperate noise and freezes, looking at you. “I… I liked that noise…”
His mumbles make you blush, and you two kiss more. “Can’t-” kiss “-just say that, dummy…”
“Can’t say what?” He pulls back, oblivious to how easily you get embarrassed.
“… Never mind, keep kissing me.”
He happily accepts that and squeezes your hips again as your lips lock for another time. Your tongues swap spit and you two stumble to his bedroom, where he finally pulls away again, much to your disappointment. You frown and chase his lips as he kneels to untie your shoes and carefully pull them off your feet.
“You are so absolutely gorgeous, you know that?”
“…You are embarrassing…”
“Do my words bother you?”
“No, they fluster me…”
He chuckles and kicks off his own shoes, carefully reaching to take off his shirt. You watch with hungry eyes and he just laughs more.
“Waiting for something?”
“I- no! …Okay, maybe.”
He laughs and takes off his shirt to show off his toned torso. You’ve seen Choso’s body a few times before when he comes out of the shower with only a towel around his waist when you watch Yuji, and of course, you can’t help but sneak a few glances. He noticed this, obviously, but would never tell you that. He reaches to undo your cute top, making sure it’s set aside carefully, and then unclasps your bra with ease.
The moment Choso sees your supple breasts, he is awestruck. He carefully takes one into his hand and lightly squeezes, gauging your reaction. You seem to like it, so he gently massages your breasts, leaning to kiss your neck and suck marks that Yuji will innocently question when he comes home.
You whine into the crook of his neck as he sucks those pretty marks into your skin and caresses your hard, sensitive nipples. Your hands grip the waistband of his pants needily tugging them down. It’s now his turn to blush as his penis is already at full attention.
“Wow, does kissing get you that desperate?” You laugh.
“Don’t make fun of me…”
“Sorry, sorryyy, I think it’s kind of endearing.”
“How is this endearing?”
“Well, you got all excited because you were kissing me, right? Ever got that way from kissing someone else?”
“Uh, n-no, I haven’t…” He seems embarrassed by his excitement.
You just smile. “That makes me feel special.”
His heart flutters, he really can’t help it when your smile is so gorgeous and words so sweet. He kisses you more, holding you gently and carefully slipping off the rest of your clothes. He doesn’t move to touch you yet, and you don’t move to touch him, you two just continue to taste each other’s mouths while in the nude.
Choso’s hand slides down to your ass and he lightly squeezes where he has always wanted to. The skin is so soft, better than he has ever imagined and you hum against his lips, enjoying the possessive gesture. You lay back and he kisses down your chest, lightly trailing his hands up and down your body.
Choso gently kisses your torso, sucking little marks into the skin between your breasts. His free hand traces the areola on your right breast while he focuses his mouth on your left. Your pretty whines echo in his mind and fill the room, hands carding into his dark locks to lightly pull as he looks up at you with hooded eyelids. The gasp that escapes your throat when his teeth gently bite down on your nipple makes him dizzy.
“Ch-choso, I’m sensitive there!” You whine and tug harder at his hair.
He just hums and moves to the other nipple, giving the same attention to it. His saliva mixed with the air feels almost freezing on your poor nipple when he does switch. His hand tweaks and tugs at the reddened area, looking back up at you with love-drunk eyes. Choso reluctantly pulls himself away after a few minutes and returns to locking lips with you.
“You're so gorgeous,” he mumbles against your lips. “Beautiful body, soft lips, heavenly tits…”
“You haven’t even let me appreciate your body,” you whine, yet there’s no real complaint in your words.
He chuckles and traces your hips. “You’ll get there soon. Let me do one more thing, please.”
You nod. “Okay.”
He rubs your hips gently and drags his hands along your sides, watching your reactions. His rough thumbs feel so soft to you as if they were the only hands that existed. Or mattered, at least. Calloused fingers trace down your hips and slowly make their way to your mound, his middle finger tracing slow circles into your clit.
Satisfied hums escape your throat as he slowly yet expertly rubs your clit, spreading your folds and examining your pretty pussy. Soft kisses plant onto your hips and slowly make their way to your sweet core.
He almost cums just from tasting you. The dark-haired male licks a long stripe along your pussy before suckling your pretty clit. The gasp that escapes you makes it so much harder for him not to blow his load, you just taste so divine and sound so sweet. Your quiet hums quickly turn into desperate whines as Choso expertly eats you out. He ruts his hips against the sheets for some relief, focusing on sucking your sensitive little nub and making you release those cute noises.
“Y-yes, right there, Choso,” you whine and buck up into his mouth.
He just hums into your weeping cunt, the vibrations from his voice adding yet another sensation to your body. Choso’s hands grip your hips in place as he takes you with his tongue. His tongue spells his name repeatedly into your clit as he guides his middle finger to prod at your sopping hole. The male slowly pushes his middle and ring fingers in and curls them up, loving how your breath hitches as your body arches up more into his mouth when his fingers expertly find your g-spot.
He wants to laugh at how easily he understands your body. The slightest touch has your mind reeling and he is ecstatic to know he's doing that to you. He can feel how you’re squeezing his fingers and realizes that you’re already so close to your release. He doesn’t change his movements in fear that he’ll ruin it for you, just staying constant while you breathily chant his name like a mantra.
“Choso! Cho-so! I’m- I’m gonna-!!”
You don’t finish the sentence before your orgasm ripples through your body, back arching up and hands gripping his hair like a vice. His slurps are so messy now as he swallows all the sweet juices of your release. He slowly pulls his mouth away to look up at you, your chest heaving and fingers lightly pulling his hair and then soothing his scalp.
You come down from the high and he is full of grins. Starry-eyed and kissing your skin as if you were sculpted from the finest clay. You sit up after a few minutes and the both of you kiss again, you can taste yourself on his tongue. He happily lets your tongue invade his mouth, his body jolting with pleasure when your hand finds his dick.
You slowly slide your hand along the base of his cock. Your thumb helps move his foreskin back so you can tease the head. As you do so, his breath hitches, and a quiet groan escapes his throat, his forehead resting against your shoulder. Choso grips your hips and ruts his own into your hand.
“Your hand feels amazing,” he murmurs huskily, breathing heavily into your neck. “Don’t stop…”
“No? Not even if I want to suck it instead?” You whisper with a hint of teasing.
His cheeks flush and he groans softly. “Okay, but only if you’re doing that instead…”
You giggle and press a soft kiss against his lips before kneeling down to be level with his manhood. You press another kiss against the red tip of his cock before sliding your tongue along his length. His soft groans fill the room as your mouth envelops him, his hands tangling into your hair and guiding your head.
Choso swears he’s in heaven. Everything about you is so heavenly. The warmth of your mouth has him going crazy, he can only imagine how your other hole would feel.
“Oh, just like that,” he groans, very vocal compared to his usual reserved nature. “So good…”
It takes everything for him not to blow his load when you hum in response. You can taste it too, the pre that leaks out of him is oh-so perfect. Not too bitter, you can’t help but want more. He tries to pull away before he can cum, but you have such a pretty look on your face that he cums shortly after. Thick ropes reach down your throat and you pull away with a gasp shortly after swallowing.
Once Choso has come down from his high, he feels red reach his face and he clears his throat. “S-sorry, that was probably super gross…”
“No, no, it wasn’t bad at all.” You smile reassuringly and sit on his lap, careful not to stimulate his dick again. “I wanted to taste it.”
He’s super red now if he wasn’t already. “Ah, um, o-okay…”
“Need a break before we start all the… penetration stuff?” You blush a little.
“Yeah, just a little bit,” he mumbles and buries into your neck, planting soft kisses.
You press a kiss to his lips and get off his lap to look for condoms. “Where do you keep your condoms?”
“Uh, the one cabinet Yuji can’t reach. Bathroom, above the mirror.”
You head to the bathroom connected to his bedroom and get on your tiptoes to open the cabinet and grab a condom. You return to the bed and carefully put the rubber on him, apologizing when he hisses out of sensitivity. You giggle a little afterwards and he frowns and attacks you with kisses.
“Ack! Choso! Quiiiit!” You laugh and wrap your arms around him.
“Mwah, mwah, mmmmmwah!” He chuckles and presses soft kisses around your neck and jawline.
“Quit ittt!” You giggle more.
He pulls away after pressing a soft kiss to your lips and has the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen on him. You smile yourself and push his bangs out of his face. He hums and rubs your hips.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
“You’ve been saying that. I have no choice but to believe you.” You tease and kiss the corner of his lips.
“You should. I mean it.”
“Hm. So you’re the one who taught Yuji that honesty?”
“Ha, I guess, what’d he say?”
“He tells me all the time that I’m pretty.”
“He’s not wrong.”
“So do you and him talk about how pretty I am together?” You tease.
“Do you want more kisses?”
“Okay, okayyy…”
He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then another. And another. The two of you make out again and he lifts you from his lap and lays you on your back against his bed. You tangle your fingers into his hair and hum against his lips, body jolting in surprise when his tip grazes your clit. He chuckles at that.
“Sensitive?”
“A little,” you mumble into his skin.
“But good enough for me to start?”
“Mhm, just don’t cum too early.” You tease and he nips at your bottom lip.
“Don’t plan on cumming before you.”
“Well, aren’t you a gentleman?”
He scoffs at your tease and carefully slides his rubber-coated dick along your slick to use as lube before sliding into your warmth. Choso lets himself stay there for a moment and also allows you to adjust to his intrusion. You hold onto the man’s shoulders as he rubs your sides soothingly.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Mhm, just need a second,” you mumble back.
“Just tell me when, I'll move slow.”
After a few moments of waiting, you nod. Choso moves his hips forward to be fully inside you, mumbling an apology when your nails dig into his skin. He waits again for your nod, which doesn’t come for a while. When it does, he slowly moves back until he is almost fully out of you, then slides back in, angling up just a bit to graze along your g-spot.
The gasp it elicits from you makes him dizzy. It's like he magically got drunk during dinner because you're constantly making him so light-headed with every little thing you do. He gradually picks up the pace and his hips now move a bit faster, the angle he's been at making you just as dizzy as he is.
Soft moans fill the room, as well as his quiet grunts and the squeak of his bed. The bed frame makes quiet thumps against the wall that separates your apartment from his, so he's not worried about a noise complaint. He kisses marks against your chest and holds your hips firmly yet not hard enough to bruise.
“Oh, right there, yeah, y-yeah, feels so good, Choso.” your breathless whispers mix with your moans.
“Feels good?” he repeats and smiles against your skin.
“Mhm-- fuck --feels amazing…”
He groans and continues his gradual increase in thrusts, eyes rolling back at how responsive you get. Your soft mewls drive him absolutely insane as he moves even faster inside you and spreads your legs wider (if even possible). Your nails dig even deeper into his shoulders, clawing at his back because he just feels so good, and he’s just so deep, it is just so right.
He can feel just how close you are and it's driving him nuts. He needs to feel you cum around him, and needs to know how it feels, he's been dreaming of this moment without even realizing it. But he can tell you still need something to help you teeter over the edge. He carefully rubs your clit with his thumb, not going too fast and not going too slow to keep you from orgasm. And he talks you through it the whole time.
“Gotta cum for me, pretty girl, I need you to cum. Yeahhh, I know-- fuck --know you're close, just let go f’me, okay? That's it, good fucking girl-- fuck, you squeeze so tight…”
You climax with a moan of his name and your nails drag along his back, legs squeezing around him and shaking slightly. He continues to thrust, the intervals becoming sloppy as he reaches his own orgasm, hips finally stilling when he overstimulated himself.
Choso carefully pulls out of you and kisses your forehead, moving your hair that is stuck to it out of the way. He grins and kisses your cheeks and lips as he slides the condom off his softening cock.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers against your skin. “Ready to shower?”
“Hold me for a little before we do,” you whine.
He chuckles and lays beside you, holding you on top of him and running his hand along your back. Choso's hand traces shapes into your hips as your head leans on his chest. His lips gently and repeatedly press against your forehead as he whispers praises to you.
“You are such an angel, so gorgeous and sweet, even when you're a tease…”
“Mhmm,” you hum back, too tired to actually form a reply.
“And you're just so fucking perfect, I love it.”
When he doesn't hear your half-reply and instead only hears your soft breathing, he smiles and carefully pulls the blanket over you. Choso, however, gets out of bed and showers, putting on fresh boxers before warming a bath up for you. He re-enters his room and carefully scoops you up, smiling softly when you wake up but don't really protest the bath.
Choso lathers your body carefully in some soap you had bought him as a neighborly welcome gift when he and Yuji moved in. You just sit in the tub and relax.
“Tired?” he mumbles.
“Yeah, I was almost asleep…”
“I wanted to get you clean before you slept. Can't be too upset.”
“Interrupting my beauty sleep, how rude.” you joke and poke your tongue out.
“Come on, you can return as soon as I dry you off.” he laughs and rinses your body.
“Fine, but you have to make me breakfast tomorrow.”
“Of course, I planned on that anyway.”
He dries you off and gives you some boxers and his t-shirt to sleep in, then lays in bed with you. You cuddle into him and Choso smiles while holding you even closer.
“You know you're most likely gonna be sore tomorrow, yeah?”
“Probably, but it was so worth it in the moment.”
You both laugh and Choso kisses your head. “Get some sleep.”
“Mkay,” you mumble and quickly fall asleep, quiet breathing filling the room. He could get used to this.
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If it wasn’t for the fact that Toji knew this kid wanted him dead more or else, he would have thought that he was trying so hard to “impress” him was adorable, cute, and endearing. It was still quite remarkable to him how much Suguru had changed from that young boy he once almost killed. Maybe he felt the slightest of guilt for kicking him in the face back then. But hey what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. After all, in the end, he helped Satoru Gojo reach his maximum potential did he not? The same could be said with Suguru Geto as he was much more powerful than before. Really the brats should be thanking him.
Though he could tell that he was starting to get on the poor kid's nerves. Serves him right for thinking he can walk all over him and act all high and mighty. Damn princess that he was then so be it. Toji was going to show him how he treated such pretty princesses. He wraps his arms tighter around Suguru’s waist, his chin on their shoulder still and he even dares to nuzzle into his soft black hair ever so slightly. Cursing like a sailor every time he felt a sudden dip in altitude or movement that made him feel like he was going to slip off the curse.
“Humans, sorcerers, curses they are all the same. The sooner you learn that kid, the better off you’ll be.”
He grumbles though he knows there is no changing his mind on whatever crazy ideals he’s cooked up. Toji didn’t really care anyway. Suguru could destroy the planet for all he cared. It wasn’t his problem. The very small thought in the back of his mind reminded him of his son, though he quickly pushed that thought deep down and away.
Another series of curses escapes him when the curse finally lands. Toji hops down onto the ground, happy to be back on his feet. He straightens up and stretches slightly, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Let’s not do that often, thanks.”
Toji takes the time to glance around his surroundings, eyebrow raised as Suguru goes on to explain the living situation. He can’t help but grin as he continues to look around. It was quite nice, garden, his own room, and a fully stocked kitchen he hoped. God, he really hopes there is a cook too! Plus training facilities he said, hmm. If there was going to be no fun and fucking around then he defiantly would want to train to keep himself somewhat busy. Well damn, maybe he struck gold here, though it was still hard to tell. It would depend on the pay and how much of a pain in the ass Suguru was going to be, so far it seems like quite a bit. The kid is damn lucky that Toji for the most part is very easygoing.
“No tour? How do I know which areas not to wander off to? You can’t blame me if I accidentally waltz into your bedroom while looking for something to eat.”
His green eyes sparkle with amusement and a sort of hunger that would have most people a little wary, as he swipes his tongue over his lips.
“Oh, I didn’t take you for the jealous type! Fine, I will be sure to have my affairs outside of your castle, Princess”
His grin widens even more and he chuckles lowly. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he waited to see if Suguru was going to show him to his room or if he was going to be let off the leash to wander off and find it himself. Actually maybe he should go find the kitchen first he was damn hungry.
“I’m hungry, where’s the kitchen you mentioned?”
Could nothing phase the damned monkey? Turned out, having his insides flipped upside down with a maneuver not even the Japanese air force was trained on could rattle the filthy man a little. If he continued being on the figurative edge and kept his mouth shut Suguru would have count it as a win. Whether Toji's incessant chatter was a coping mechanism for his insecurities and fears, he did not know... for the man did it constantly. He could have been bluffing but sadly, the black haired sorcerer thought that wasn't the case.
He was just a filthy human but with powers like his, he likely experienced a lot of harrowing ordeals. Killing curses and riding them was different however. Suguru ignored the comment about Toji's eyes, even the sama honorific he ironically used, and just focused on the brief outburst of curses... and the hugging. It should have made his skin crawl. In ANY other situation, it would have been enough to cut one arm off. In this situation it meant Toji needed Suguru. For the young man the power went to his head.
It was amazing the things he was capable of doing with this horrid technique. A technique which threatened to consume his soul would be the saving grace for the future. It would take sacrifice. He was no stranger to sacrifice. So many thoughts and emotions go through Suguru. One moment he's bathing in Toji's reaction and the next he's scowling that such filthy arms were around him. Holding him tight and firm. He had dreamed about this once. Not the exact moment, of course.
Back when he was happy and naive, he did dream of being held by a special someone. Life liked to step on him and laugh on him -- the only person who was holding him close was his enemy, a child killer, and a degenerate gambler. HA! Life had a way of making him laugh bitterly. Outside the context of a sorcerer and an assassin riding on the back of a monster, this could have been something else. Suguru almost feel ashamed for thinking that, ashamed for being attracted to men.
In another life Toji might have been considered goo--- his purple eyes took in the sight of Japan below him. He remembered marveling at the view. Now it was common place and all the lights and sounds were reminders of how filthy the world was. On the curse's back the trip did not take long. In part Toji's response was simple, just as he expected, but there was also a surprising twist to it. He expected Toji to gloat about how he was an expert at killing curses despite not being a sorcerer.
“ You are.. right. Curses are vile as are the people they are created from. There are too many ugly things in this world and humans are the core of it. ”
Toji's grip felt far away. The entire world felt far away. The air was cold as it hit his cheeks and whipped his black hair about. He didn't try to scare Toji again or did he fool around. The longer he remained in the sky, the more attention he brought to himself. Yes, he was confident he could take down any sorcerer, but there was a time and a place. He had to integrate Toji into the fold. He descended down to the Earth and actually made the descent more gentle with Toji on board.
He didn't actually think about it, how considerate he was being towards the monkey he loathed. The curse calmed and it really was like a koi moving through calm water as it penetrated the protective veil surrounding the Star Religious Group headquarters. Sensing its master's cursed energy, no alarms went off in the building. Suguru debated whether keeping Toji in one of the other headquarters as the Star Religious Group had several temples.
Instead he sent his children, Manami, and one other trusted curse user to a secondary location. Suguru needed to TRAIN and keep and eye on Toji. Once they were several feet above the ground he mentally recalled the curse back into his arsenal and dropped to the ground like a cat finding ground. He didn't even wait to see if the killer was okay; he was strong and capable. Suguru flicked his hair over his shoulder as a way of calling for Toji.
“ This is my home and your temporary... living quarters. You will have your own room, access to the garden, the training facility, and the kitchen. Nothing more. Everything is furnished and I expect you to behave. If you need anything... ”
Suguru turned on his sandals and gave the assassin a sharp look with his deep purple eyes.
“ Let me know. This entire compound is guarded by my curses and I am alerted whenever someone enters or exits. If you dare bring... someone to keep you company they will likely be skinned. Understood? ”
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buggiebite · 10 months ago
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Long Day at School
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Daddy! Peeta makes my heart melt. Figured everyone needed some of him to withstand the winter.
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fluffypotatey · 1 year ago
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no, your honor, you don’t understand. i need this specific scene to breathe. your honor, listen, listen, please, they’re everything to me, please, you have to understand—
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magical-misfit · 2 years ago
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Rewatching ACOC and I am OBSESSED with Calroy Crueller. Not in like a tumblr sexy man way but like a “this guy genuinely had a good plan that could’ve worked if he and everyone around him wasn’t so obsessed with revenge and power”
Cause I fully believe Calroy intended for Jet to ascend the throne after he eventually killed Amethar so he could rule through her.
He’s never outright condescending or rude to her and even encourages her curiosity and questioning regarding the laws of Candia and the Concord. Liam and Ruby would follow wherever Jet led and so Calroy not only had the future Queen of Candia in his pocket, but the future Archmage AND the future Duke Jawbreaker.
By all intents and purposes, if the assassination attempt had worked, Cal would’ve gotten everything he wanted because he got Jet, Ruby, and Liam to trust him.
But then Amethar wouldn’t. fucking. die. And so his plan became more about fulfilling his own personal revenge against Amethar than gaining power.
But still the Catherine Ghee plot worked in his favor because if Amethar, his daughters, Caramelinda, and the heir to House Jawbreaker in the eyes of the Bulb all met a fatal accident due to the hands of Ceresia and there was no Emperor to handle the issue of succession, then the Pontifex (as the de facto ruler due to their accrued power and the people’s belief in the bulb) could appoint a new ruler of Candia, one that supports the Bulb and opposed the “heretic” daughter of King Amethar and the rebellious Duke Jawbreaker. One who supported the Concord.
And Calroy already has an in with the Pontifex. But where it all falls apart is that each person in the betrayer’s circle had their own agendas. Plumbeline wanted to be Empress, Ciabatta wanted to be Imperator, and the Pontifex wanted to wipe out the entire race of Candians.
God I’m just…I forgot how good this season was and how Brennan does such an immaculate job with setting up these characters to fall later. It was their own ambition that undid them and that shit is like crack to me.
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mermaidstede · 1 year ago
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absolutely obsessed with stede being SO fucking annoyingly kind and lovable and genuine that everyone can’t help but adore the fuck out of him
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userkoo · 2 years ago
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jungkook has had to publicly state that he is a human being with a right to privacy twice now when that number should be zero
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yanderenightmare · 5 months ago
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Gojo Satoru
TW: nsfw, noncon, yandere, somnophilia, unconsciousnes due to drinking
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Thinking about a love-sick but scummy Gojo and his cute kohai—how you don’t usually drink and how he has to carry you to his dorm when you start to hang on the walls of the graduation party. It’s been his last year, and he can’t believe he won’t be able to see your pretty face every day moving forward.
“This is fine, right?” he asks softly, laying you down on his bed. His breath thickens while looking down at you—so cute—all sound asleep.
You really shouldn’t be a sorcerer. Curses and curse users and other sorcerers the like would only take advantage—they’d all want a piece. You’re a little silly, aren’t you? You know that he can’t always be there to look after you, right? Oh, they’d eat you alive without his help, you know that, don’t you?
He’d kill anything, anyone, and everyone if something ever happened to your cute little face.
He straddles you, lifting your skirt carefully—so slow and silently, in reverence—like he’s lifting a wedding veil, uncovering your cute cotton undies. His tall form sags forward at the sight—blushy cheeks dusted with dew, looking down at you with half-mast misty eyes.
So cute, so cute, so cute. He should give you his babies. That would keep you home and out of harm’s way—soft and safe behind lock and key and a thousand seals, both keeping others out and you in. Oh fuck—what a good idea. You’d look so right all round with his kid.
He’s already pealing down your underwear. Bearing your pretty little cunt to his searing blue eyes—gleamingly bright with want.
So so so cute!
His pale and slender fingers can’t help but reach out and touch at once—though carefully—sliding his fingertips through your slit.
 “Aw~ you’re so wet~” he awes in endeared glee, already catching your hole and slipping one of his digits in. He all but cries over how snug you are. He knew you were a virgin, but to toy with it in grasp, to feel it wrap around his finger all so tightly, was almost too much for him to handle. 
“You were acting so shy earlier—so coy,” he continues. “But my six-eyes saw it anyway, plain as day…” Pumping you on his digit, he watches you curl in your drunken sleep—a pretty little moan leaving you all so softly. It makes him giggle with delight. “You’ve wanted me all along, haven’t you?”
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♡ GOJO SATORU masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist
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bunnis-monsters · 5 months ago
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do you think the cow/bull hybrids would appreciate someone with thicc thighs and a big booty 😵‍💫 i got em irl and im a lil self conscious about em but
smth about a monster seeing someone with my build going "AWOOGA" does excellent things to my self-esteem
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warning: SIZE DIFFERENCE, tummy bulge, double penetration(two ds in v), breeding, pregnancy, lactation
You had just started working as a farmhand, helping carry out food for the cow hybrids and give them attention to make sure their milk production continued as usual.
They’re a bit dramatic, and if they aren’t given affection and attention, they won’t produce anymore!
So you started to spend a lot of time in the barn, stroking their cocks and milking them yourself.
It wasn’t easy work, but it paid well! It should have been embarrassing when they’d bury their head in your shoudler and moo pathetically while they filled the bucket up with cum, but weirdly enough you found it cute and endearing.
That morning, you pouted a little as you pulled up your jeans, having to jump and squirm to fit them over your fat ass. Your thighs were so plump, and your tummy poked out, to you it was annoying!
But as you strolled through the barn, giving the cow hybrids their food and chatting with the other employees, you never noticed the eyes following you as you walked.
After a few weeks of working there, you were finally allowed into the bull hybrid’s area. They were way more obvious with their staring, not caring to hide the way their cocks stood at attention when you walked by.
“Hey, heifer. You come to breed with us, huh?”
You nearly fell over when a bull hybrid pressed up against your ass, his cock slipping between your clothed thighs. “U-um, I’m not a heifer-“
You yelped when he grabbed a handful of your plump ass, squeezing harshly. “Shh, you’re a runt, aren’t you? Little thing, couldn’t keep my eyes off this fat ass of yours…”
He began to fuck your thighs, groaning into your ear. “Fuck, gonna give you a calf, okay? Bend over for me will y-“
Before he could get your pants down, a cow hybrid spotted him and charged, mooing angrily.
“H-hey! We had her first, you can’t touch!”
The cow hybrid pushed the bull, whining and grabbing at you, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling his head against your hair.
The bull huffed, pawing at the ground with his foot, but he couldn’t argue. The herds coexisted peacefully, and he didn’t want to risk a fight breaking out between them over who gets to mate you first.
The bulls would get their turn… but the cows wanted you, had earned you.
The cow guided you back to the barn, cooing and nuzzling against you, his tail wrapped around your leg. He was so big and warm, licking you with his large, flat tongue. “Come, it’s only a matter of time before the bulls get impatient. We’ll mate you first…”
It didn’t seem like you had any choice in the matter… not like you would refuse though, you were already soaking through your panties just from the encounter with that bull alone.
And seeing all the cows gather around you, stroking their cocks and running their large hands over your plump curves wasn’t helping.
“Sorry, little one. They didn’t hurt you, did they?”
One of the cows was already pulling your panties off, cupping your fat ass and lightly patting it, in awe as it jiggled.
“I’m okay… j-just…”
You whined, your pussy throbbing with need as you remembered the bull’s thick cock fucking your thighs before you were pulled away.
“Shh, shh…”
Several of the cow hybrids surrounded you, nuzzling into your neck and pushing their cocks between your thighs to fuck them. “Gonna breed you right, okay? Those mean bulls won’t be gentle with you, just a little runt… just a tiny heifer…”
You gasped as one of their fat cocks penetrated you, unable to speak before another one began poking at you, wanting in too.
The first cow fucked into you, licking your neck and mooing in pleasure as the other one whined and nuzzled in closer. They were so soft and fluffy, warm and sweet… but you weren’t sure if you could take two cocks in your pussy at once!
It seemed like it was happening anyways, a surprised yelp leaving your mouth as the second one entered your pussy, the men whining happily and fucking into you as gently as they could manage. You felt like you were being torn apart, stretched to your limits… but it felt amazing.
As they came, they were quickly replaced by others, and everyone got a turn with you, their lovely little heifer.
When your pussy was stuffed full, cum flowing down your thighs, the cows yawned and curled up around you protectively, licking your hair and trying to nest with you.
Farm work was… different after that day. The cows expected to breed you at least once a week, and within a month you were promoted, given free housing on the farm… as long as you kept the livestock happy.
During on outing, you noticed the cows acting a bit agitated, clingy to you more than usual. Despite this, they were leading you towards the bull hybrid barn, even though they had been keeping you away from it since your first encounter.
“It’s time for their turn…” one of the cows muttered with a pout. “Don’t worry, gonna keep you safe… but you gotta breed with them too… only fair…”
You were… excited. You loved the cow hybrids, but the bulls made your pussy throb in excitement.
The second the barn doors opened, all eyes were on you. You were presented before the bulls, only wearing a pair of panties.
“Ain’t a heifer anymore, is she? Bred her good…”
You were a bit confused, not knowing cow terminology… what did that mean?
You didn’t get enough time to think before a bull was crouching down to inspect your warm, soaked pussy. A long, flat tongue licked along your plump folds, making you moan.
“Making cute sounds for me already… when will she start producing?”
One of the cows huffed, pawing at the ground as he approached. “In a few months… once she’s showing you can’t have her, too rough. She’s little, just a runt.”
The bull rolled his eyes, standing at his full height. “Let me see that pretty pussy of yours, little one. Bend over.”
You obeyed, bending over and whimpering softly as he pushed one of his fingers into your needy cunt. “Sucking me in…”
He pulled his finger out, his cock twitching at the wet squelching sound your fat pussy made. “Fuck… needy little thing, aren’t you?”
When he finally pressed his cock against your pretty hole, the size difference between the bull hybrids and cow hybrids became apparent.
The bull was absolutely gigantic, towering over you as he started to push in. The stretch made you whimper and cling to one of the cow hybrids for comfort. Even when two cow hybrids had fucked into you at the same time, it was nothing compared to this!
The bull bottomed out inside you, licking at your neck and cheek with his massive tongue. It was almost difficult to breathe with his cock fucking into you, but it also felt so goddamn good that all you could to was blubber out pleas for more.
The cow hybrids fussed over you, holding your chubby belly as it bulged slightly each time the bull’s hips snapped against yours. They seemed more worried over you than usual, giving you kissing and playing with your throbbing clit.
By the time the bulls had all had their own turn, you were limp, your ass in the air as cum flowed down your fat thighs. You’d never felt so full, so stuffed before…
And you loved it.
Life was different for you after that. You learned a few days later that the reason behind the cow hybrids’ overprotective nature lately was due to you being pregnant with a calf.
As your belly grew heavy and swollen, it seemed you never got a break from your tits being suckled at. You produced so much milk due to being pregnant with a calf, more than any human woman was supposed to.
So you spent most of your days being fawned over, a cow or bull hybrid at your tit and sucking softly. You were always keeping someone’s cock warm, and you couldn’t be happier.
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tacticalprincess · 8 months ago
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mean!König x nerd!reader that has a soft spot for her:( making love to her. she’s so fragile and tiny and innocent he doesnt wanna hurt her! coddles her during sex, putting her in a mating press and kissing her tears away since she gets so overwhelmed from his big cock!!
he’s mildly annoyed by your sobbing, fat globs of tears running down your pretty cheeks as he tries to ease his thick cock into your tight hole, pushing past the resistance he’s met with. the pained vulnerability on your face when you look up at him is quickly dispelling his urge to ruin you, making him feel guilty for how impatient he is, and he can’t help cradling your head as he tries to calm you down so he can finally fucking fit.
“it’s okay, kind. don’t cry, ja? only making it harder for yourself.” he grunts out frustratedly, going against his very nature to try to comfort you. his voice is gravely and low, like it pains him to talk to you with respect. “just relax and let me in.”
every time he envisioned the day he finally fucked you, he always pictured it being rough and fast; making you scream and squirm on his dick as he ruined your innocence and turned you into a wanton slut for him — but now all he could do was hold you close and attempt to make it good for you. he imagined pounding into you roughly, fucking that big brain of yours empty, but as it is, your shaking legs are draped over his broad shoulders as his warm, burly body presses snugly against yours, rutting deep and slow inside your gummy walls like your fragile body will shatter if he makes any sudden moves. he presses kisses all over your tear-stained face, fixing your crooked glasses as his hips cant into you, mushroom tip leaking precum at how nicely you’re starting to open up for him, and he tells you as such, whispering sweet words into your ear and feeling you cling to him in response.
he hates how overcome with endearment he is by you, watching you sniffle and mewl cutely while he rubs at your puffy, sensitive clit, losing yourself in the pleasure. if it was anyone else’s cunt that took him this well, clenched him so tightly, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from blindly chasing his own release, but all your pretty noises and expressions make him want to take his time and savor you, anything to keep you feeling good.
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stunie · 5 months ago
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“GONNA SHOW HIM YOU’RE MINE.”
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WINDBREAKER BOYS + LOVE BITES. ft. togame jo, hayato suo, kaji ren, sakura haruka, & umemiya hajime x f!reader
filled request: “Can I request for umemiya, sakura, suo, and kaji where they see reader with another guy friend and they get jealous because the guy is being flirty and obviously trying to make moves but reader is dense so then the boys give reader a hickey for the first time to show that reader is taken??”
mdni ! suggestive. 1.5K WC ; added togame ! :>
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TOGAME JO. pet name ‘doll’ used!
“Him again?”
You adjust the straps of your top before twisting and turning to get a better look at your outfit. “Mhm,” you hum in response. “Said he needed help asking someone out today. I’m gonna help pick the flowers.”
Togame's eyes narrow a bit at the obvious intent of your friend. It didn’t help that you really didn't have a single clue in the world, and on top of your obliviousness— you're dressed so cute.
The combination was just a recipe for disaster, and he wants to finally put an end to it today.
“Ah— what are you doing?” You yelp when he suddenly tugs at your wrist, pulling you off balance as you stumble and fall onto his lap. His arm comes to loop around your waist before you can even stabilize yourself, hugging you tight against his chest.
“Togame, let go.” You whine, “I’m gonna be late!”
“Don’t wanna.”
The casualty of his tone makes your eyebrow twitch. He almost sounds bored with how slow the words come out of his mouth, and despite that fact, his arm doesn’t seem to budge at all when you try and push against him.
“Plus…..” he’s choosing to ignore your efforts to move him— or he just doesn’t notice them in the first place. “You don’t need to meet with a guy like that anyway.”
“And why is that?” You retort, arms crossing in frustration as you give up and resort to simply glaring back at your boyfriend. “..Are you jealous?”
“Course I am, doll.” He grins, fingers pulling your top’s strap out of the way before his lips attach themselves to the side of your neck, sucking at the skin as you shiver. His hand tilts your jaw to the side, giving him the space he needs to better suckle and kiss your neck.
You can’t help the little noise that slips out when he releases the skin with a loud pop, exhaling deeply against you before peppering kisses beside the dark mark he's given you.
“Can’t stand when guys are tryna get at what's mine.”
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HAYATO SUO. reader described as having hair you can hold up (ie moving it to adjust a necklace)
“That friend of yours..” Suo coos against the shell of your ear, “really likes you, doesn’t he?”
He’s looming right over you, his familiar smile looking a little different today when his arms are caging you right beneath him, and you suck in a sharp breath when he leans down, tassel earrings tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.
“H-huh? He does?” your voice comes out a little breathless from the way his lips are just barely hovering over your skin.
“He does. You couldn't tell?”
In any other situation, he would think your innocence would be endearing. But after watching your friend get all close to you like that, holding your hair up and then fixing your necklace for you— he couldn't help it. A part of him is thankful for how steady his voice comes out, because you'd never be able to guess that just below his calm exterior- he was absolutely fuming with jealousy.
“No, I didn't know.” You whisper. “But you know I would've turned him down if he said anything-”
“I can help with that.” He interrupts, tone sweet and soothing. He plants a kiss just below your ear, his breath grazing your ear, and it sends a shiver straight down your spine.
“H-how?” you squeak.
You can feel him smile against you before his hand comes to tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck for him. “Just like this.” He whispers before he's taking a sharp inhale, lips latching onto you as he sucks harshly.
The noise that comes out of you riles him up even more. He’s sucking harder before he even realizes, calm demeanor crumbling just a bit when he hears the noises you’re making just for him.
You think you felt his teeth graze your neck for a second when he releases the skin, pulling back a bit to admire the mark he’s left on your neck.
“It’s a good idea, right? Turn your head the other way for me now.”
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KAJI REN. calls you ‘my girl.’
“W-what's wrong, Kaji?” You manage to stammer between kisses. “You’re a lot rougher today— is something on your mind?”
He pulls back a bit when your hands tug at his hair, a part of him content when he sees the way your lips are slightly swollen, your mouth parted to catch your breath as your chest rises up and down from the intensity.
There was a lot on his mind, but marking you up was at the forefront of his brain. He could already tell that only kissing you just wasn’t gonna cut it after all that’s happened today.
“‘S fine.” He mutters before he’s back on top of you, his lips roughly latching onto the skin just beneath your collarbone, sucking at the skin as you gasp above him. “Oh— t-that feels good,” your voice comes out as a breathy sigh, “are you… mad still?”
“Mad at that friend of yours.” He growls against your skin, pressing a quick kiss onto the mark until he's moving onto another part of your neck, lips hovering just below your ear. “He was tryna get at my girl right in front of me.”
“I’m sure he wasn't— ah!” You gasp when his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against his body as he tilts his head to better nestle into the crook of your neck.
“Got me pissed off just seeing him looking at you like that.” His teeth graze against your skin when he sucks particularly hard. “Gonna make sure he’ll get a nice and close look at these next time.”
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SAKURA HARUKA.
Kissing Sakura is much, much different today.
He’s rough— hands trailing along your back, sending an shiver straight down your spine as he deepens the kiss, breaths mingling with urgency. The way he’s kissing you so desperately today has little gasps escaping your lips, which do nothing but encourage him to touch you more.
“F-fuck,” he gasps between kisses, pulling back to inhale sharply before your fingers come to tangle in his hair, pulling him right back into you.
“Someone's in a bad mood.” You giggle, and he scoffs in response, a dusting of pink over his cheeks. “‘M not mad.”
“You sure? What’s got you so worked up?”
And he hates that he doesn't know. He doesn't know what this feeling is, so he has no idea how to get rid of it. All he knows is that it didn't feel nice when he saw your friend all up over you.
It should've been him instead— he thinks. And all he wants now is to have you.
Your breath hitches in your throat when his lips begin to trace a path down your neck, pressing wet kisses between each inch of skin. “I don't know,” he admits through a deep blush, “just want…this.”
Just thinking about the earlier events makes his blood boil again, and it shows in his next kiss. He accidentally sucks at your neck for a moment, and a lewd moan slips right through your lips.
Your hand slaps over your mouth a moment too late, and he freezes in place, deep blush spreading to his ears at the sound. He’s never heard you never make that noise before.
“D-don't stop, Sakura,” you urge, tugging at his hair, “feels good.”
He pulls back a bit to roughly shake his head, shake off the irritating blush before his eyes finally flicker towards the subtle mark he’s left on your skin. It’s a deep shade of purple, and something about it makes him feral— it scratches at the itch he’s had all day.
He doesn’t think he’ll be stopping anytime soon, at least.
“F-fine,” he growls. “Turn your head.”
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UMEMIYA HAJIME.
Umemiya sighs when your phone buzzes again, the sound catching your attention as you scroll to check your messages again. You’re leaning back against ume's chest when you open it, letting him rest his head on your shoulder with a dramatic pout.
“He’s tryna steal you away from me,”’he whines, arms hugging tightly around your core. “S no fair.”
How you were able to reduce bofurin's strongest— the one standing at a staggering 6’2 to a needy little puppy is beyond him. But in his defense, he thinks he's been waiting for your attention for ages by now.
It seems like the second you're finally putting down your phone to turn your attention to him is the exact moment your friend decides to send yet another message, your phone buzzing from the notification— and your attention shifts back to that guy just like that.
It’s a never ending loop, and he's getting desperate.
“He’s not, Haji,” you mumble, fingers clicking at your screen. “He’s just my friend. And he’s asking to get dinner with everyone tomorrow.”
You don't notice the way his bottom lip pokes out in a pout, eyes then narrowing into a glare directed at your screen before he's pulling you a bit closer to himself, arms holding you impossibly tighter against his chest.
It really wasn’t fair.
It only takes a few more seconds of pouting before his eyes suddenly flicker to the bare skin of your neck, and he perks up when he thinks of an idea. A great idea.
“..Are you gonna go with them? Tomorrow?”
You give him a nod, and if Umemiya had a tail— it would be wagging now. His lips start to excitedly ghost over your skin, taking in the scent of your perfume, and his gaze is focused and intentional as he tries to gauge your reaction.
Nothing, so far.
So he presses an experimental kiss onto your shoulder, eyes watching you closely— and still nothing. You only perk up a bit when he finally decides to proceed with his plan and takes the skin in his mouth, sucking at it for a bit before releasing it with a lewd pop.
"Haji— d-did you just leave a mark?”
“I did.” He’s grinning now, staring at the mark he's left— and he thinks it's surprising dark for how gentle he was. It was only the first one tonight, after all.
“Want another one?”
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