#jujitsu kaisen

[cyberyam]

sukuna smut? pleaseeEeeEE?

ꨄ summary: sukuna is hungry [for pussy]!!! [MDNI 18+!!]

You were fucking delicious.

After an eternity of denial from worldly pleasure, he ached. Aching for pleasure he had long been deprived of, he practically begged to have a taste of you, begged to be between your legs every chance he got, no matter the scenario.

“C’mon, baby,” he murmured in your ear, his voice thick with need as you stood at the sink, rinsing vegetables for dinner. His hands were already on you, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing the soft warmth of your stomach.

“You know I’d rather eat somethin’ else.” His teeth grazed your earlobe, his breath heavy and slow, like he was savoring your scent, drinking in the heat of your skin. His fingers traced along your waist, gripping with just enough pressure to remind you how badly he wanted you.

“Yeah, well, I need to eat—y’know—food,” you countered, trying to keep your focus on the potatoes beneath your hands. But he was relentless.

“I got somethin’ for ya,” he rasped, pressing his hips into you, letting you feel just how hard he was—hot and thick against your ass, his need pulsing through the layers between you.

His mouth found your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses, tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just below your ear. “C’mon, just a taste,” he whispered, voice rough with desire. His fingers traced slow, teasing circles down your hips, knowing exactly how to break you.

The heat of his breath, the way his body molded against yours, the desperate edge in his voice—it always made you weak. He knew.

Before you could protest, he had you on the kitchen counter, knocking everything aside in his desperation. You would scold him about how carelessly he threw everything aside, and he would just grumble something about cleaning it later. His grip was rough, hands spreading you open like he couldn’t stand another second without you. You gasped at the sudden movement, but he only groaned, pressing his forehead to your thigh, his breath searing against your skin.

“You have no idea how badly I need this,” he muttered, voice hoarse. His hands slid up your thighs, thumbs pressing into your flesh, kneading, worshipping. He was shaking with restraint, his hunger insatiable, his mouth parting just above where you ached for him. His teeth found your underwear, pulling them to the side to expose your glistening hole that puckered, responding to his hot breath.

And then, finally, his tongue found you.

He groaned at the first taste, the vibration of it sending sparks up your spine. His arms hooked under your thighs, holding you still, his grip almost bruising as he lapped between your folds, deep and deliberate, savoring you.

“Fuck, ‘kuna” you gasped, your back arching, your fingers tangling in his hair ah his pace quickened, tugging, urging him closer, and this only fed his hunger.

He’d stand, folding you into yourself and forcing your feet over your head as your knees tucked into your chest, only so he could deepen his reach, his hands trailing down calves, gripping them tight so you couldn’t move.

“‘kuna!” you groaned at the way his tongue fucked you, deep and sloppily, and when he’d pull away, the way his teeth grazed at your clit sent a shock through your body as he mumbled—

“You like that, baby?”

And when you came, he took it all—lapping, drinking and slurping you in like he’d never get enough, holding you down as you trembled, refusing to let you go, no matter how much you writhed beneath him.

And then he’d fuck you once you came, eyes fixed on the way his cock vanished into you, mesmerized by how greedily you took him, how wet you were for him, the slick, filthy sounds only spurring him on as he pounded into you.

“Fuck, baby, you take me so well,” he’d coo, his eyes darting between your pussy and the fat tears that streamed down your face as you bit your wrist.

And he’d want to return the favour to your pussy—pulling out, dragging you to the edge of the counter, his grip firm as he lifted your hips—and you knew it would leave a bruise. Your ass high, your thighs shaking as his mouth met your sopping heat, his mind filled with nothing but the desire to devour you until you came for him again. And then—only then—when you were sobbing and shivering beneath him, would he fuck you again, giving into your pleads to be filled. Pushing you into the cold kitchen counter as he stretched you open, filling you until you were nothing but a drooling mess under his touch.

an. inspo taken from irl events, a guy asked if he could “have a taste” and it made me cringe, so now i share that cringe with you all. (i’m sorry anon)

© cyberyam

[gojosmissinghalf]

an immersive experience for the gojo girls ✨

[pancakes-addsprinkles]

i bet yuji is the type of person to spend all night playing some type of horror game then the next day he’s constantly checking behind him

[hoernypie]

tags: breeding kink

"I can't anymore," you moan trying to get away from him, nails scratching the rug as you move forward just to be pulled back by him. Your cheek is pressed against the carpet, now wet from your drool and tears as he fucks your pussy for god knows which time by now, slick and cum dripping out of you with a squelching sound every time he pushes into you. "Sweetheart, you said that you want a baby and I'll make sure to give it to you," he panted out, fingers digging into the soft skin on your hips as he continued bullying your pussy.

[vampyhvnt]

Olderhusband!Nanami who absolutely revels in watching you do simple tasks. (Getting ready, cleaning, COOKING) bro is down BAD. Let’s not count the amount of times you’ve been bent over the washing machine.

Olderhusband!Nanami definitely believes in happy wife happy life. He’ll never let you pay for ANYTHING. If you do pay a check, or even try to offer on a date, he’ll get really upset☹️.

Olderhusband!Nanami who isn’t the type to get jealous (he does, but he’s a silent killer) — simply because he trusts you and knows he’s the only one. Doesn’t matter if there was someone before, now it’s only him. No one can be “superior” or “better” than him.

Olderhusband!Nanami is a girl dad through and through! He’s never forced the idea of children on you. Honestly he doesn’t mind that you take birth control— you’re young and he understands that. But if it were up to him, you’d be already knocked up before your second date🤭. I would give him a football team.

Olderhusband!Nanami definitely finds it hard to leave you in the mornings for work, he’d stand by the door contemplating until you actually tell him to leave.

Edit: Ramadan and school is rlly putting up with me rn. I will continue this series since it’s going so well. In the meantime pleaseee send me some ideas for him, I’d rlly appreciate ittt.

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[kivrumi]

JJK MEN × READER

SMAU - YOUR KID GETS HOLD OF YOUR PHONE... { part 1 }

fluff | mature language | fem!reader

includes - Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ino Takuma, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna

PART 2

@kivrumi

[dearieshima]

NEED

✦ SUMMARY

╰┈➤ choso, your big-dick, virgin boyfriend, has finally had a taste of a orgasm by his real human girlfriend. Now, he needs more.

He grunted, his head lowered. "Yeah, yeah, I'm better than them. I'm better than all of them. I-"

✦ C.W

╰┈➤part 2 of WANT but you don't really need it to read this, switch!choso that becomes dom!choso, unprotected sex, loss of virginity (choso), nipping, jealousy, premature ejaculation, pussy eating, overstimulation, 3k+ words, missionary, riding

Choso's tongue delved between your folds, lapping hungrily at your dripping essence. He groaned against your heated flesh, the vibrations sending electric jolts through your core. His mouth sealed over your aching sex as he sucked and licked with wild abandon.

His fingers dug into the supple skin of your thighs, pushing your legs further apart to grant him deeper access. He plunged his tongue inside your tight channel, fucking you with the slick muscle as he savored every drop of your nectar. The obscene sounds of his feasting filled the room, stoking the flames of your lust ever higher.

Choso was drunk on your pussy, addicted to the taste and scent of your arousal. He needed more, craved to feel you come undone beneath his skilled ministrations once again. Sealing his lips around your throbbing clit, he sucked hard on the sensitive nub, flicking the tip of his tongue over it rapidly.

"Cho!" You gasped, your body tensing as the waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm you once again. You clutched at Choso's hair, your fingers trembling with the effort to lift his head away from your sensitive flesh.

Choso's pupils were wide and glazed over with lust as he stared at it, his breathing heavy and labored. He whimpered needily when you pulled him away, not understanding why you were stopping him.

"Cho..."

"Yes?" Choso replied. His tongue came back, licking at the wetness on his lips before he swallowed. Choso's hands rubbed up and down your thighs, waiting for a verdict.

"I can... Go longer." He promised, his tongue licking at his lips again. He sounded winded, which he was. "You didn't get to cum..."

Your thighs quivered as you gazed down at Choso through half-lidded eyes. "No... It's okay," you breathed. "I think I'm ready."

Choso blinked.

"Are you sure? I could..."

He looked at your slick folds, then back up at you. But you interrupted him with a sharp look.

Choso swallowed. "Right."

You let go of his hair as he shuffled forward on the couch until he was positioned between your parted thighs, his rigid cock nestling against your entrance. The head, already weeping beads of pre-cum, mingled with your slick. Choso's large hands settled on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he held you steady.

"Do you need help?"

"I-"

Choso's voice died for a second. He cleared his mouth and tried again.

"I've got this."

Choso's gaze flickered between your face and the glistening prize nestled between your thighs. A faint blush colored his cheeks as he drank in the sight.

"This... Will hurt, right? For you?" He asked.

You shook your head. "Only for a second... I came so many times on your tongue already, so it'll slide right in."

Choso nodded and swallowed hard. He looked back down again, almost like he was making sure it was still there. His eyes lingered on the slick folds of your sex, reaching out with a trembling hand for his thumb to pull apart your lips.

"Okay. Okay." He said, more to himself than you.

His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer to him. He was on his knees, with your back and head on the couch. Your legs were on his shoulders.

He nodded, swallowing again. "So... Right now?"

"At your pace."

Choso's face held some sort of determination and nervousness. He nodded again, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"Now. Now's good," he said, almost in a whisper.

Choso's hands trembled slightly as he gripped your hips, his eyes wide and uncertain. He positioned himself at your entrance, the heat and slickness foreign to his touch.

"Here I go..."

With a deep breath, he began to push forward slowly, carefully, but his movements were too tentative and he slipped out, unable to breach you.

"Cho, you need to be a bit more assertive," you coached breathlessly. "Otherwise, it won't-" your words caught in your throat as Choso, spurred by your encouragement, thrust forward, eager to listen. His length slid into your depths in one smooth motion, stretching your walls around his girth.

Immediately, Choso froze. His eyes widen in panic as he registered your sharp intake, his mind starting to scream at him for messing up.

"Wh-... Oh. You... You're ok?" He asked, his hands shaking on your waist.

"M-mm," you whimpered, feeling Choso's impressive size stretching you open. "You're really big, Cho."

He could feel his pride swell a bit. It probably wasn't news to him, but hearing it from you made his chest rumble. He wanted to move, but he was fighting himself on waiting.

"Uh- Thanks," he breathed. "You're... Uh, hot. And really tight..."

He took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes before he opened them again and looked down at you, his eyes holding a mixture of caution and hunger.

"Can I move?"

You nodded eagerly, your slick walls clenching around his thick shaft in anticipation.

Choso's eyes widened as he felt your walls clench around him. He had no idea the female body was capable of such things.

A strangled groan escaped his lips and his head dropped between his shoulders. The grip on your hips tightened as he held you in place, a way to keep himself grounded.

"Ah! Stop, stop, stop...! Don't do that," he whined. "Fuck, I-Im gonna..."

You pouted up at him, a coy glint in your eye. "It's kind of involuntary, Cho. It just happens when you make me feel really good."

"I know, I know, but-" Choso tried to reply, struggling. He took a moment to collect himself and with a deep breath, he looked up at you. "Just give me...-- give me a second," he panted.

Closing his eyes, Choso tried to calm his racing heart. But all he could think about was how you looked splayed out beneath him, your body glistening with sweat. He swallowed hard, his cock throbbing inside your tight heat.

You clenched again around his throbbing length, relishing the way he fought to maintain control.

He let out a strangled gasp, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "No... Fuck!" The stimulation was too much for his body to handle. With a desperate whine, he pulled his cock out of you just in time, ropes of hot cum spurting from his twitching cock, splattering across your ass and dripping down to your quivering asshole. His grip on your hips trembled and his knees weakened. He slumped a little, his head dropping back down between his shoulders.

It took him a second to get his bearings, his breathing ragged. "I'm sorry," he breathed, his voice rough. His forehead fell onto your thigh, hiding his red face. "I just- you were... I-"

He took a deep breath and mumbled, "I got nervous."

You caressed his cheek with your thumb. "It's okay, Cho. A lot of guys, especially virgins, cums quickly the first few times. It's totally normal and nothing to be embarrassed about."

His eyes closed at the contact, his breathing coming out shaky. "How many... How many have you had?" He asked suddenly.

"Of what?"

Choso looked slightly embarrassed as he fumbled for the words. "Virgins," he breathed. "How many... Virgin guys?"

You tried to find the right words. "Well, um, most of the guys I was with before... they were more, uh, experienced. You’re actually my first."

Choso stilled at the words.

"Oh," he said simply, averting his eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. For some reason, he felt guilty that he couldn't give you an nice experience.

You pulled Choso close, pressing your lips to his forehead in a tender kiss. "It's alright, Cho," you murmured. "I enjoyed myself. You made me cum on your tongue almost three times, after all."

Choso grumbled, not wanting to leave off like this. He knew the others didn't matter. He knew your attention was on him, not them. But he still couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy when it came to pleasing you.

He gripped your thighs again. "It's not okay," he mumbled.

Choso leaned into your touch, his nose nuzzling at your skin. His shoulders were tense, his grip on your thighs firm. He was trying to keep it together, but the bitter feeling was still there. He didn't even notice his grip getting tighter.

Choso wouldn't be satisfied until he was the best experience yet.

"Cho?" you asked, though he didn’t seem to hear as he repositioned himself, jealousy simmering just beneath the surface.

"I want to show you I'm the best," he muttered, more to himself.

Choso's shoulders trembled as he grabbed your thighs again, his grip on them bruising. He looked down, his tongue running over his top lip. He wanted to show you he could be better.

He was better.

Choso's face was flushed, his breathing ragged as he positioned himself at your entrance once more. With a shaky hand, he guided himself inside your slick heat, both of you letting out a soft groan at the sensation. Slowly, he began to move, setting a tentative rhythm. His movements were unpracticed but earnest, driven by instinct and desire. Each thrust brought a gasp or whimper from his lips as the pleasure built within him.

"I'll show you..." Choso breathed, his words coming out as puffs of air. "I'll show you..."

The words were more of a promise for himself. He increased the pace, the slap of skin against skin filled the room as he lost himself in the act of loving you. Sweat beaded on his brow from the exertion and intensity of the experience.

"Cho!"

"Mhm, keep saying my name," he panted, his eyes squeezing shut. A shiver ran down Choso's spine at the sound of his name. It was like the confirmation he needed, the sign that he was doing something right.

Choso's hands shook on your thighs. His words were slightly strained, as if it was taking every ounce of energy to focus. His pace increased, his breathing picking up along with it. "Say I'm better."

Your nails raked down Choso's back, leaving red trails in their wake. "You're, you're b-better!"

Choso groaned, arching into your touch. The feeling of your nails against his back sent pleasure cascading through his spine, his mind feeling hazy. Choso liked the burn of them, it was like a brand to him.

He panted, his pace getting more frantic. "Yeah..." he breathed. "You're mine. Say it again..."

"B-Better! Cho!"

Choso's arms trembled against the couch, his eyes squeezed shut as he relished in the sound of his name on your lips.

He grunted, his head lowered. "Yeah, yeah, I'm better than them. I'm better than all of them. I-"

Choso's hands slid clumsily to your hips, gripping tightly as he tried to maneuver your body. He lifted you slightly, angling you in a new position that felt foreign to you both. You ended up on your side, top leg bent and resting on Choso's shoulder as he knelt between your thighs, straddling your lower leg.

"Ah! C-Cho, wait..." You gasped as he pushed forward, his hard length spearing into your slick heat from this new angle. Your toes curled at the intense sensation of him hitting deep inside.

"S-Sorry... I just want to make you feel so good," Choso panted, his face flushed. He thrusted into you with clumsy but eager strokes, hips slapping against your thigh as he picked up the pace, grunting with effort.

You cried out, fisting the couch cushions. "Yes, Cho! just like that! Don't stop!" Choso's cock abused that spongy spot within you with each pump of his hips.

Choso's breath hitched, your scream going straight to his core. He grunted, picking up his pace. Choso suddenly felt the need to make you scream more. "Mmhm, like that," he panted. "Like that. Say my name. Say I'm winning."

"You're winni-ngggh... You're winning!"

Choso's body trembled when he heard the words, a guttural moan leaving his lips. He was going to win. He was.

He just needed to keep going-- keep you moaning for him, keep your voice cracking as you said his name.

Choso's hands gripped your thighs tightly as he shifted positions again, pulling you onto his lap. He bounced you up and down on his throbbing cock, grunting with each movement. "Ah! Ah!" He cried out, his voice echoing off the walls.

"Cho-- ngh!"

Choso leaned over your trembling body, his feet planted firmly on the floor for leverage. He needed to hear more of those sweet, desperate sounds spilling from your lips. Panting heavily, he captured one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just enough to make you gasp then soothing the sting with a run of his tongue.

"Louder," he growled against your shoulder. "Louder, I want the whole block to hear you." His hips thrusted upwards to meet your bounces. The wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the air as he pounded into you relentlessly, chasing his own pleasure. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, leaving red marks in their wake.

"C-Cho, Cho-zo, Cho..." you croaked. "Please... I need you, I need youuu.."

Choso felt his chest rumble at your voice. Everything about your voice set his body on fire. Every moan, every plea...

"Beg," he suddenly said, his lips ghosting against your ear. "Beg for it."

"Please..." You cried, arching your back. "Fuck, pleassseee...."

Choso groaned against your neck, the sound sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the effect your voice already had over him. He wanted more.

He needed more.

Choso awkwardly shifted into his last position on his back, his feet planted on the couch cushions. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing but tried to mimic what he had seen in videos online. You straddled his waist, your weight making him sink slightly into the cushions.

He tentatively put his hands on your hips, unsure if that was the right place. Then he began to move, thrusting upwards clumsily, his pace uneven. He couldn't believe this was really happening. You felt so warm and soft above him.

This had to be his favorite position. He fumbled to find a rhythm, his inexperienced thrusts chopped and uncoordinated. But with each one, your soft curves jiggled in the most tantalizing way, your love handles peeking out as you leaned to the side. He marveled at the way your full breasts bounced, the peaks hard and begging for him to suck them.

His gaze traced the long line of your neck as your head tipped back in pleasure. He wanted to lean in and press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your throat, to taste the salt of your sweat-slicked skin. His gaze dropped lower to where you both connected, your greedy cunt swallowing all his girth, your ass slamming down on the sticky mess that rested on his abdomen.

"Please, what? Tell me what you need," he panted against your skin.

"--In me... In me!"

Choso stilled for a moment, his brain short circulating at the words. In. In me. The words repeated like a mantra in his head. In me. In. Me...

He lifted his head, biting the edge of his lip. "You--... You want what?" He breathed, his own voice slightly raspy.

"Cum in me," you pleaded. "Please, Cho..."

Choso's breathing hitched. His brain felt fuzzy as he shifted, positioning you and himself properly. "Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes dark.

Your head nodded enthusiastically, like a bobbing head on a rocky road.

Choso grunted at the sight. He had the overwhelming urge to give you everything. Show you exactly what you needed.

He took a deep breath. "You gonna say my name when it happens?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Please."

Choso let out a strained grunt and clung to your hips, fingers digging in almost painfully as he tried to ground himself.

"Okay. Okay-- yeah. Yeah, anything you want, just say it." His head dropped, looking up at you. His eyes were blown out, his head felt fuzzy. "Anything you want. You're mine."

His hips jerked and spasmed erratically as he reached his peak, "I'm gonna--... I'm gonna--!"

"Cho--!"

"Nnngh! Oh f-fuck!" he gasped, his voice pitching. His whole body shook with the force of his climax. Hot spurts of his seed pulsed deep inside you as he clung to you desperately. "Oh God! Y/N! I'm cumming!"

Choso's entire body shuddered as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him. His face contorted in ecstasy as he rode out the overwhelming sensations. "Ahhh! Y/N!" he cried out, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

Pearly ropes of cum began leaking out around his pulsing shaft, making a sticky mess of your joined sexes.

"Oh god, oh fuck, holy shit..." Choso panted harshly, voice shaky and strained. His cock had managed to accidentally slip out of you but he continued to thrust up weakly like he didn't notice. More jizz spurted out to coat your ass. It felt like he was cumming forever, his balls emptying completely.

Thick globs connected you obscenely before breaking and splattering onto his abdomen below. Choso collapsed on the couch, chest heaving as he came down.

You slumped against his chest, your breaths taking in the smell of his sweat.

Choso's body shook against you, his breathing still ragged. He couldn't get any words to form properly, it was like he was trying to think through a thick fog. But that fog had his mind clouded with only one image.

You. The way you looked beneath him. The way you said his name. The way you took everything he gave.

He slumped against the couch, his head falling backwards on the hand rest. He felt himself tremble faintly against you.

He grunted, his hands tracing the skin of your damp thighs. He could feel the evidence of your activities on them, and the sight went straight to his head and straight back down to his cock.

He whimpered, focusing on not getting worked up again. You wouldn't survive if he did.

He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent. He closed his eyes, feeling himself getting more and more tired by the second.

"Cho..." You sighed, still living in the aftershocks.

"Yeah," he breathed against your scalp, his hold on your thighs still firm. "I'm here. I'm here... Are you alright?"

You hummed, your thighs still twitching. Choso's breath hitched as he felt your thighs quiver against his hips. His own legs trembled, muscles tensing and relaxing in a futile attempt to find purchase.

His hand continued to slide up your thigh, lightly tracing patterns on the skin. "Yeah, I-..."

He suddenly let out a sigh, his eyes fluttering closed. "I can't move."

"Hm?"

Choso buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling the skin as he let out a quiet whine. "I-... I don't think I can move," he mumbled. "Everything-... everything feels like jelly right now."

You attempted to move before realizing you couldn't too. "I can't either."

Choso's heart raced as he gazed at your flushed, satisfied face. The lingering scent of your lovemaking hung heavy in the air. He swallowed hard, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.

"I...I think I should clean you up," he said hesitantly. "Isn't that what comes next? After..." He trailed off, unsure how to articulate the intimacy you had just shared.

You smiled softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. "Normally, yes. But we can wait a bit."

Choso hummed against your skin, his head nodding before resting on your shoulder. He felt too tired and boneless to get up and clean anything.

He suddenly shifted, pulling you closer against his chest. Choso gently wrapped his arm around you, his hand rubbed soothing circles over your side.

"Love you, Cho." You said, pausing a moment before abruptly asking, "and what was up with 'that' before?"

Choso hummed, his eyes opening a fraction to glance at you. He knew what you were talking about, he just didn't really want to admit it.

"What do you mean, 'that'?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

"'Tell me I'm winning,'" you mocked him, repeating what he'd groaned earlier.

Choso's cheeks flared. Hearing you repeat his words made him all too aware of how it sounded.

He didn't say anything for a moment. "... It-... It just slipped out," he mumbled, his voice slightly pouty. He felt your eyebrow raise as you gave you a confused look. He suddenly became more aware of the sound of his own breathing in the quiet room.

"You can't-... don't look at me like that," he muttered, burrowing his head into the crook of your neck.

"Were you jealous?"

Choso paused, his hands suddenly stilling. Were he jealous? He... He had been jealous. Of all the men who'd seen you before, touched you before, heard you moan their names before-

"Yes," he muttered, his breath hot against your skin.

You giggled breathly, "why?"

"What do you mean why?" He mumbled against your skin. "I'm-... You're mine. I don't like the thought of other guys having seen you like that."

Your chin propped between his large pecs, rubbing his neck, "they didn't make me feel half as good as you made me feel tonight, though."

Choso felt his chest rumble, tilting his head back as a sigh left his lips from your touch. He closed his eyes, enjoying the way your thumb felt against his skin.

Then your words suddenly registered in his brain, a wave of satisfaction and ego suddenly rushing through him.

Choso opened his eyes and suddenly found himself taking in your appearance. He drank in the disheveled hair, the flushed skin, the slight sheen of sweat.

Choso's breath hitched as he felt himself start to stiffen again, his body responding eagerly despite his mind's uncertainty. He had never been this intimate with someone before, let alone three times in one night. Part of him wanted to hide his renewed arousal, embarrassed by his lack of control. But another part, emboldened by your earlier encouragement, dared to hope you might want him again.

You gasped softly as you felt Choso's hardness press against your backside. Your eyes went wide, pulse quickening. "Choso, you can't be..."

He followed your gaze to where he was poking you and suddenly found himself turning red.

"I-..I can't help it," he mumbled, his voice raspy. "You just look-... you-" he groaned suddenly, burying his head in the crook of your neck again.

You groaned. "I built a monster."

Choso suddenly let out a huff against your skin, his hands suddenly grabbing your waist.

His tone suddenly turned needy, almost whiny. "You did," he mumbled. "You turned me into this. And now you have to take responsibility."

[nanamis-princess]

I know I said I’d never write for Toji but I can’t get this out of my head

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

Pulling you on top of him as he gets comfortable again, he’s half asleep. “Why’d you move?” He mumbles groggily. Settling against him as you place your head on his chest, after a moment you hear his heartbeat. Tilting his head a little to place a kiss on the top of yours. “Went to the bathroom” you say softly getting comfortable again. “Mhm” he hums pulling the cover over you both, his left arm lazily draping over your lower back while the other on your upper back.

Hours later after completing a mission toji turns in for the night in a nearby motel, by morning he’s taking the train back home to you. Glancing at the time, reading three am, he texts you one last time for the night “night love you”. Gently tossing his phone on the shitty nightstand before getting into bed, pulling the covers over himself. Toji finds himself laying there for twenty minutes before turning over to check the time again. Huffing a little, he turns back over while adjusting the flat pillow as he closes his eyes. Multiple sleeping positions and forty minutes later he sits up taking his shirt off thinking that’ll do the trick. Grabbing the other de-fluffed pillow he places it on his chest as he lays flat on his back. Slowly but surely he drifted to sleep getting four hours of sleep that night.

Standing in the doorway as you watch him walk up your front steps toji comes into view looking exhausted. “you look like shit” you comment teasingly but with slight concern. “Feel like it too” he huffs wrapping his arms around you, his face against the crook of your neck. Slowly rocking you both back into the house while still embracing each other, walking forward as you walk backwards into your home. The door closing behind him as he picks you up by the back of your legs, finding their way to wrap around his waist. “Shower then nap” toji mumbles into your neck before placing a soft kiss.

A/N: for those who summited requests don’t worry i see them! Requests will be closed for a bit.

[rieamena]

"mama!"

your seven year old daughter climbed onto your bed, bouncing on the mattress before settling into your warm embrace under the blankets. running a hand through her pink hair, you answered softly, "yes, sweetheart?"

it was almost like your genes didn't put up a fight at all. your child, chikara, was the spitting image of her father, your husband, ryomen sukuna. same hair, same face shape, same facial features, the only thing that seemed to be your contribution was her personality, and even then, sometimes you'll see your husband's characteristic scowl on her little face

"how did you and daddy meet?" "well, it was–"

"what's goin' on in here? conspiring against me?" sukuna's voice filled the room as he leaned against the door frame, a cheeky smirk on his face. you saw your daughter's face brighten up as she jumped down to run to her father, "daddy! daddy! mommy's gonna tell the story of when you first met!" sukuna immediately looked at you, his index finger barely being fully wrapped by his daughter's hand

"she asked me to. guess watching all those romantic dramas with her rubbed off on her." you giggled, earning a scowl from him. "shut it woman. you know i hate them." "yeah..., that's definitely why we watch 90 day fiance every sunday together." "you got a problem with— stop tryna move me brat!"

"but daddyyyyy," she whined, still pushing against sukuna's body, "i don't wanna miss mommy's story!" "we're literally seven feet away from her."

your daughter pouted and stopped trying to get her dad to move. letting go of his finger, and leaving him at the doorway, chikara plopped herself down at your side with wide, eager eyes, "go on, mommy, tell me! i wanna know everything."

you smiled, looking at sukuna, who rolled his eyes but gave a small nod. "alright, sweetheart. it all started one day in the park when i was watching over megumi, and your dad was taking care of his younger brother, yuuji…"

"yuuji?" chikara interrupted, her face lighting up. "uncle yuuji was there too?"

"yep, yuuji was just a little kid back then," you said with a soft laugh. "he was running around, being his usual energetic self, when he tripped and scraped his knee. your dad, being the great caretaker he is—"

"—i was plenty good at it," sukuna muttered

you shot him a look and continued, "—didn't seem too worried. he told yuuji to stop crying."

"i did not say it like that," sukuna cut in, pushing off the doorframe and coming closer to the bed. "i told him to toughen up. gotta learn how to handle a few scrapes."

your daughter giggled, clearly entertained by the back-and-forth. "but mommy's a nurse, so she went over to help, right?"

"exactly. i couldn't just sit there watching, so i went over, knelt down, and started cleaning yuuji's knee. and i told your father—" you paused, giving sukuna a mischievous smile, "—that he should care more about his son instead of telling him to stop crying."

your daughter gasped dramatically, eyes wide with anticipation. sukuna groaned, running a hand over his face. "i knew you'd bring that up."

"and what did daddy say?" she asked, leaning in as if she could hardly wait

"he looked at me and said, 'that's not my son, that's my brother,'" you mimicked sukuna’s low, irritated tone. "i was so embarrassed!" sukuna chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. "you should've seen your mom’s face. all high and mighty, like she was about to call child protection services on me or something."

you couldn't help but laugh, too. "anyway, i patched yuuji up, and to make up for the misunderstanding, your dad suggested we set up a playdate for yuuji and megumi."

"a playdate?"

"yup," you nodded. "though i think your dad might've had other reasons for giving me his number." sukuna scoffed, folding his arms. "that didn’t happen."

you raised an eyebrow at him. "oh? so your eyes didn’t sparkle when i smiled and told you goodbye?" sukuna groaned again, this time louder. "my eyes did not do that."

chikara giggled harder, clearly enjoying the banter. "i think daddy liked you right away!" you smiled softly. "maybe he did. i mean, why else would he take me to a skate park for our first date?" sukuna rolled his eyes. "you said you wanted to learn how to skate. i was just being nice."

"uh-huh. sure," you teased. "and he was so good at it, zooming around, showing off. i'll admit..., he did look kinda cool! i, on the other hand, spent most of the time falling."

"which is why i had to keep catching you," sukuna added, sliding into the empty space next to you on the bed. "mommy fell? did daddy save you?" chikara asked, her face lighting up at the idea

sukuna ruffled her pink hair. "more like i had to stop her from breaking every bone in her body." you rolled your eyes at him. "i wasn't that bad."

"yes, you were," sukuna said, smirking. "you almost took me down with you half the time." smiling at the memory, you leaned in to kiss your daughter's forehead. "but it was fun. and after that, we went out for ice cream, and your dad actually smiled for real that time."

"daddy smiled? really?"

sukuna shot you a half-hearted glare. "i smile."

"not back then you didn't," you teased, poking his arm. chikara turned to her dad, beaming. "i wanna learn to skate, too, just like you and mommy!" sukuna chuckled, wrapping an arm around her

"maybe one day, brat. but you’re probably gonna fall as much as your mom did."

"hey!"

gulp... sorry if sukuna is ooc, im tired and im on my period but i really liked this request so...

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[catopti]

I had this idea and it made me so sad of course I had to draw it

[cyberyam]

pairing: Prisoner!Toji x Fem!Reader cw: smut [MDNI 18+!!] summary: a conjugal visit with your prisoner boyfriend, who is more than happy to see you 𝜗𝜚

Prisoner!Toji, who looks so damn good in orange. The way the jumpsuit clings to his broad chest and thick arms is the first thing you notice, the fabric stretching taut over muscle as he leans back in his chair, shackled hands resting in his lap.

Prisoner!Toji, who licks his lips the moment you waltz into the private holding cell, his dark eyes drinking you in like a man starved. “God, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, voice low and rich as he watches you settle across from him.

Prisoner!Toji, who doesn’t waste a second when the guards unshackle him, relaying that you have ten minutes alone—ten minutes he fully intends to use.

The door barely clicks shut before he’s reaching for you, a rough hand curling around the back of your neck as he pulls you in, lips crashing against yours in a deep, needy kiss.

Prisoner!Toji, who doesn’t break the kiss as he moves, climbing over the table with effortless strength, dragging you up with him until you’re straddling his lap.

Prisoner!Toji, whose hands roam your bare thighs, pushing your dress up as his lips trail lower, teeth grazing your neck before biting down, leaving his mark. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he mutters against your skin, voice thick with hunger.

Prisoner!Toji, who presses his forehead to yours as he yanks at the buttons of his jumpsuit, popping them open to reveal the hard, leaking tip of his cock, already aching for you.

Prisoner!Toji, who hooks a finger under your panties, tugging them aside before lining himself up. His grip is firm as he drags you down onto him in one slow, burning stretch, your body molding around him as you bite back a moan.

“Missed you so fucking much,” he groans, voice ragged as he grips your hips, guiding you up before slamming you back down. “So fuckin’ wet for me—fuck.”

And with the way his hands hold you firm, the way his cock fills you so perfectly, you know you won’t be leaving this room sane.

Prisoner!Toji, who doesn’t give you a second to adjust, his grip on your hips firm as he sets a brutal pace—pulling you up only to slam you back down, over and over, until the sound of skin slapping and breathless moans fills the tiny holding cell.

Prisoner!Toji, who grins against your neck when you try to muffle your sounds, teeth grazing sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t hold back on me now, sweetheart,” he rasps, voice thick with amusement and desire. “Let ’em hear who you fuckin’ belong to.”

Prisoner!Toji, who watches with dark satisfaction as your head rolls back, your body trembling as you clutch onto his shoulders for dear life, lost in the feeling of him stretching you, filling you, ruining you all over again.

Prisoner!Toji, who groans as you tighten around him, his grip bruising as he thrusts up into you, pushing you closer and closer to that edge—until you’re crying out his name, body convulsing as pleasure crashes over you, not caring who hears.

Prisoner!Toji, who curses under his breath as he buries himself deep one last time, spilling inside you while groaning in your ear, his arms wrapped tight around, not wanting to let go. Not wanting this to end.

Prisoner!Toji, who smirks as he helps you fix your dress, dragging his thumbs over the bruises forming on your hips, admiring his handiwork before leaning up to steal one last, lazy kiss.

Prisoner!Toji, who watches with smug amusement as you stumble toward the door on shaky legs, barely able to walk straight as the guards open the door.

And when one of them casts you a knowing glance before marching towards Prisoner!Toji with cuffs, Toji only leans back in his chair, stretching leisurely as he shoots them a wolfish grin.

“See you next time, sweetheart!" He called over their shoulders, shooting you a final wink before you were escorted away.

© cyberyam

[beamalici0us]

Some recent sukunas :3

[vhyunjinverse]

THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF CHOSO ! ✭ <first time with you>

Choso x gn!chubby reader (18+)

“Fuck….f-fuck- god-!”

Choso couldn’t believe sex could feel this good. He’s only had sex once. He’s never been with you before in this way though. As long as you’ve been together you’ve never slept together. Only blow jobs and pussy eating.

When you came to him, panties dripping wet he couldn’t hold back from it. The way your thighs squeezed around your panties sent him over the edge. He had no problem stopping what he was doing- it’s never as important as you.

His hands has their grip on your ass happily as your grinded on him. He was an ass man- no- a you man. There was something about you that intrigued him so much. Your curves- everything. The way your cunt took him so..so well. “Feels so good- fuck..fuck fuck fuck why didn’t we do this sooner?” Because he respected you. He took care of you and never went to that place you were too shy to go to. He fell in love with you and your body. Your beautiful body he couldn’t help touching when given the chance.

You cry out softly, Choso’s cock slipping from your wet folds with a pop! He shudders, cum dripping from the head of his dick. The look on his face had you gripping his arm even tighter. His hair fanning around his face to the sweat dripping down the side of his head, everything. He couldn’t stop his fingers from touching your sensitive clit. “Choso..” you whine. “Let’s..” he pants, watching his cum leak from his favorite meal. “Can I fuck you from the back?”

[moonjellyfishshark]

Your baby took your phone! (Part 2)

Characters : choso, sukuna, Toji, gojo, geto, ino & nanami

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Authors note : HELLOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Still don't know what to put for the authors note so what's your favorite music artist?

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♡I ate the inside of a glow stick by accident once♡

ᰔ𝐵𝑦𝑒 𝑏𝑦𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒ᰔ - 𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉﾞ

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[hoernypie]

tags: breeding, pregnancy mention

Your heart pounded as you bounced on his lap feeling his thick, throbbing dick penetrate deeper and deeper with each bounce, you moaned louder, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. His big strong hands gripped your hips, guiding your rhythm, as you chased the orgasm that was building in you. Sweat glistened on his body, his hair sticking to his forehead as the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your shared moans. "So tight, so perfect for making babies," he panted out. Your breaths grew ragged, matching the pace of his thrusts, you moaned out his name as your climax washed over your body. His grip on your hips tightened, and with a groan, he shot his hot cum deep inside your sweet pussy, thrusting a couple more times, fucking his release deep into your womb. He embraced you tightly, kissing your shoulder, "We're not stopping until I make sure you'll get pregnant."

[satorusugurugurl]

JJK Men: Your Costume!

Summary: JJK Men find your Halloween Costume a bit distracting. 😏

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Suguru Geto, Fushiguro Toji,

Warnings: Language, suggestiveness, kind smutty, sexting, costumes, role play, (little religion mentions stuff idk)

A/N: Kinktober Day Twenty-Three! Your Costume?! A SMAU for Kinktober! 🎃

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