#look at him he's so cute i want to bite him for being so cute how dare he

[revelboo]

this right here is your ask to write a character you have wanted to write but haven’t gotten around to yet!!!

How about a shit-post scenario? I need more of the extra tiny Blokees… give me a teeny Star, Sounders, and Shocky

Mass Displacement Mayhem

Wheeljack x Reader

• Sitting crosslegged and sorting odds and ends into piles for Wheeljack, your head snaps up at the ‘oops.’ Eyes widening when he lunges for you, a hand outstretched and doesn’t quite make it. Whatever he was working on blowing up. Throwing your arms over your head as Wheeljack slams into the counter you’re on and curls himself over you, you hear shrapnel pinging off his back. And the blast of energy released knocks you flat as Wheeljack makes a funny noise. Then mass shifts, his optics widening as he scrambles to climb up with you. Hooking your arms around him, you pull and fall backwards with him sprawled on you. But when you lift your head, your mouth just falls open.

• “Ow,” he groans, before panicking that maybe he’s crushing you and trying to get up. Only to look up at you. “Oh.” Because you’re bigger than him somehow. He’d mass displaced past his limit and he’s about knee high on you now. Flexing his servos as he sits up, his vocal indicators flash pink when you touch them. “That wasn’t supposed to do that.”

• He’s toddler sized. Still Jackie, but so little. And you know darn well he’s an adult bot, but you still grin like an idiot and examine his little hands. Because he’s so adorable this size. When he doesn’t protest, you drag him into your lap, hooking your arms around him like a teddy bear. “I didn’t know you could go this small.”

• “I can’t.” Vocal indicators fully red now as you wrap yourself around him fussing over how tiny he is- and why are you talking to him like that? Voice cooing like he’s a sparkling. “I uh, really need to mass shift back?” That earns him an unhappy sounding ‘aww’ and he grimaces. “I guess i don’t have to right this second,” he mutters, venting when you hug him even tighter. Because being cuddled definitely isn’t awful. Hears you murmur he’s ‘toddler sized’ and has no idea what that means, but at least you’re happy? And as far as explosions go, this one wasn’t that bad, really. Comm pinging, he acknowledges it and hears Ratchet’s furious voice yell at him. “What the Pit did you do? I know this was somehow you!” Oops. Maybe it was isolated and not that- optics shuttering as pings start coming in from all over the Ark.

• Making a noise, Wheeljack just slumps, face pressed against you as his hands fist in your shirt. “I did it to everyone,” he groans as you bite back a laugh knowing he won’t appreciate it. But he’s so cute this way. It can’t be all that bad, they can just mass shift back, right?

[strangevynl]

NOTICE | k.sm x reader

nerdyboycrush!seungmin x bsf!reader

warnings: eating disorders | anorexia | angst | one sided love.

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Seungmin was the epitome of "cool," though not in the traditional sense. He wasn't the jock, nor the rebellious bad boy, but there was something magnetic about him. With his glasses perched perfectly on his nose, messy but somehow deliberate hair, and sharp wit, Seungmin had the rare ability to be both the smartest kid in class and the one everyone wanted to be around. It didn’t hurt that his quiet demeanor gave him an air of mystery that only added to his allure.

Everyone knew Seungmin, and, naturally, everyone had a crush on him. Girls from every corner of the school would flock to him, hoping for his attention. Some flirted, others tried to offer help with his studies, but Seungmin’s eyes—those expressive brown eyes—always seemed to drift toward someone else.

And that someone else was “you.”

You had been best friends with Seungmin since middle school, and somehow, over the years, your friendship had deepened. He was the person you could laugh with, vent to, or simply sit in comfortable silence with. Yet, no matter how long you had known him, no matter how often you walked beside him between classes, he never seemed to see you the way everyone else did. He saw you as his best friend. His "just friend."

Meanwhile, every girl in school—whether it was the popular cheerleader, the shy new transfer student, or the class president—would make it a point to talk to Seungmin. They’d ask him questions about assignments, casually compliment him, or simply drop by his locker to chat. You couldn’t help but notice how his face would light up when they spoke to him. He was always so kind to them, so patient, so *interested.* And no matter how much you told yourself you were happy just being his friend, it stung every single time.

One day, as the two of you sat under the big oak tree in the school courtyard during lunch, a girl from your class—Hannah, who was known for having a sharp eye for cute boys—walked up to Seungmin. She had a flirty smile on her face and, without skipping a beat, leaned over to say something that made Seungmin laugh.

You sat there, pretending not to notice the slight tightening in your chest. You focused on your half-eaten sandwich, not wanting to give away how affected you were. But as you took a bite, you couldn’t help but glance up at Seungmin.

And, of course, his eyes were on her. He was looking at Hannah like she was the only person in the world, his smile widening as she said something else. You could almost hear the unspoken words in his expression, his interest in her so obvious it made your heart ache. For a brief second, his eyes flickered to you, but it was just a glance, a fleeting moment before his attention returned to Hannah.

You looked down at your hands, willing the heat that had rushed to your cheeks to subside. “It’s fine,”you told yourself. “You’re his best friend, and that's enough.”

But deep down, it wasn’t enough.

🎐…..

A week later, you were walking to your next class when you bumped into him in the hallway. Seungmin’s eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly adjusted his backpack strap, offering you a sheepish smile.

“Oh, hey, I didn’t see you there,” he said, his voice warm and familiar, just like it always was.

You managed a tight smile, trying to act like you weren’t just thinking about his constant attention toward other girls. “Hey,” you replied, glancing up at him.

“Hey, are you alright? You look a little… distracted,” he said, his brow furrowing in concern. You could tell he was genuine, but you also knew he didn’t understand what you were feeling. He never did.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said quickly, shaking it off. “Just… thinking about stuff. You know how it is.”

Seungmin nodded, oblivious to the weight of the unspoken words between you. "Right, right. So, I was wondering if you wanted to study together later? I’m trying to get ahead in physics. I know you’re like, the best at it.”

You hesitated. The offer made your chest swell with warmth because, for a moment, it felt like you weren’t just his "friend"—you were something more. “But am I?”you thought, shaking the doubt out of your head.

"Yeah, that sounds good," you said, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions in your chest. "I’ll meet you at your place after school.

As Seungmin gave you one of his genuine, effortless smiles, you tried to ignore the ache inside. You were his best friend, and you’d always be there for him. But sometimes, just sometimes, you wished that the way he looked at you could be the same way he looked at everyone else.

The study session later that day was almost painfully normal. You sat next to Seungmin at his desk, working through problems in physics like you always did. But this time, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his eyes lit up whenever another girl walked into the room. His smile was easy, effortless. His attention was easy to earn, if you were a little more than just a friend.

By the end of the session, as you packed up your things, you felt a knot in your stomach. Seungmin didn’t notice, of course. He never did. He was too busy asking if you wanted to grab a snack or if you were free for a movie on the weekend.

But as he smiled at you, a little too wide this time, a quiet voice whispered in your heart: “Maybe this time, he’ll see you differently. Maybe, just maybe, one day, he will.”

But until then, you’d be right by his side, even if he couldn’t see the feelings you kept hidden behind the smile.

🎐….

Days turned into weeks, and your growing distance from Seungmin became more apparent, even to you. You didn’t spend as much time with him after school, no more study sessions or spontaneous trips to the convenience store. He tried to reach out a few times, but you brushed him off with excuses. “I’m tired,” you’d say. “I have a lot of homework.” It wasn’t like you were lying; it was just that the homework had become the perfect excuse to hide from him, to hide from everything.

You felt safer alone in your room, away from the world that reminded you of everything you weren’t.

The weight loss continued, and soon your clothes hung loosely from your frame, the reflection in the mirror becoming harder and harder to recognize. Your ribs were more pronounced now, your arms thinner, your face sharper. For a fleeting moment, you thought you might actually be happy with the changes. Maybe if you could just get thinner, *prettier,* then maybe—just maybe—someone like Seungmin would finally look at you the way you’d always hoped.

But deep down, you knew the truth. It wasn’t just about your body it was about the part of you that had been slowly fading away, trying to fit into a mold you were never meant to. You’d been chasing something you’d never get, and each pound you lost felt like a part of your soul slipping away with it.

🎐….

One afternoon, while sitting alone at lunch in the library, you heard footsteps approaching. Your heart sank when you looked up and saw Seungmin standing there, his gaze soft but filled with something you couldn’t quite place. You hadn’t seen him in a while, and he seemed different somehow—distant, like he wasn’t sure how to approach you anymore.

“Hey,” he said, his voice tentative. “Mind if I sit with you?”

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to smile. “Of course.” It was a hollow gesture, though, and you both knew it.

Seungmin slid into the seat across from you, setting his lunch tray down with a small clink. He didn’t start eating right away. Instead, he just looked at you, his eyes tracing your face in a way that made you uncomfortable.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his tone neutral, but there was a tightness around his jaw. “I know I haven’t been the best at… well, understanding, but I thought we were still friends. I thought we could talk about anything.”

You didn’t know how to respond. The words that had been boiling inside you for weeks were stuck in your throat, the anger and hurt mixing with a deep sadness you didn’t know how to explain. You wanted to shout at him, tell him how much his rejection had destroyed you, how much it still hurt every time he laughed with another girl, how much you wished you could just be someone he could care for the way you cared for him.

But instead, you just stared at him, your fingers fidgeting with the corner of your book.

“I’m fine, Seungmin,” you said, repeating the lie you’d been telling yourself for months. “I’ve just been… busy.”

He frowned, leaning in slightly. “I don’t believe you,” he said softly. “You’re not fine. I can tell.”

You could feel the heat rise in your face, a mixture of guilt and frustration. You wanted to snap at him, to tell him to mind his own business. But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said quickly, the words rushed, almost pleading.

Seungmin looked at you for a long moment, his eyes searching your face. You could see the concern in them, but you couldn’t bear to face it. The last thing you wanted was for him to pity you.

“I’m worried about you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve changed. And I don’t think it’s just because of school.”

You froze. There was no way he could know. He couldn’t know the lengths you’d gone to in order to change yourself, to try and fit into some version of “perfect”that you knew wasn’t even real.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, this time your voice firmer, even though your heart was breaking. “Just leave it alone, Seungmin. Please.”

His expression softened, but there was still a flicker of something behind his eyes—something that you couldn’t decipher. “I’m not going to leave it alone,” he said, his voice more determined now. “I’m your friend. And I’m here, okay? Whether you want to talk about it or not.”

For a second, you almost wanted to tell him everything—how you’d felt so invisible for so long, how his rejection had torn you apart, how you’d convinced yourself that losing weight, changing who you were, would somehow make him see you. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to show him the broken pieces of you that you were desperately trying to hide.

Instead, you just looked away, trying to keep the tears that threatened to spill under control.

“I don’t need your help,” you said quietly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Seungmin’s eyes widened slightly, as if your words had stung more than you realized. “You don’t need my help?” he repeated, his voice gentle but firm. “You don’t need anyone?”

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your shaking hands. “No. I don’t. I’m fine.”

There was a long silence. Seungmin seemed to search your face, as if waiting for you to say something more, to open up to him. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

“I’ll leave you alone, then,” he said finally, his voice quieter now. “But just know, I’m here. Whenever you want to talk.”

And with that, he stood up, his tray untouched, and walked away. You watched him go, your chest tight with a mixture of relief and guilt.

But as the door to the library closed behind him, a cold, heavy emptiness settled over you. For a moment, you thought about calling out to him, about telling him everything. But you couldn’t. The distance between you had grown too wide. You’d built up too many walls.

And no matter how much you wanted him to see you, to see the real you, you couldn’t tear down the ones you’d put up, not now.

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The weeks dragged on. Your weight continued to drop, and while you were more withdrawn, you started to notice people around you especially Seungmin looking at you differently. Some of the girls who used to talk to him started whispering, glancing at you with something that resembled envy.

But you didn’t care about them. You didn’t care about anyone except Seungmin. You had spent so long wishing to be someone who could be noticed, someone who was worthy of his attention. But even now, when you had finally become someone different, it still wasn’t enough.

And deep down, you knew something even more painful than that: He might never look at you the way you wanted him to. But the hardest part was realizing that you might never look at yourself the way you wanted to either.

——

That night, you found yourself sitting at a study table, surrounded by half-open notebooks and the faint buzz of other students working in the background. But your mind wasn’t on the textbooks in front of you. It was on him—Seungmin.

Yes, you were back at his place after he requested you to study with him. you can never seem to restrain yourself when he asks you for something it was always one of his charms, his round boba eyes looking at you pleading beside the lockers for you to study for the exam with which ended up with the both of you here. Studying like the old times

You had tried so hard to push those feelings away, bury them deep, pretend you were fine, but every time you saw him—every time he smiled at you or talked to you like nothing had changed—it became harder to ignore. It wasn’t the rejection that had hurt the most. It was the fact that it felt like he only saw you as his best friend. Just a friend.

You stared down at your notebook, the words blurring together, your hand shaking slightly as you tried to focus on your notes. You couldn't anymore.

The words bubbled up from somewhere deep inside of you, and before you could stop them, you turned to Seungmin, who was sitting across from you, tapping away on his phone. His usual easygoing expression was there, but tonight, you could barely look at him without feeling the weight of everything you had been holding back.

"Seungmin…" Your voice trembled, and you hated how fragile it sounded. He looked up, sensing the change in tone, his brow furrowing in concern.

"Yeah?" His eyes softened, and in that moment, he looked so oblivious to the storm swirling inside you.

You couldn’t do it anymore. "You have no idea, do you? How much this… all of this has affected me."

He blinked, clearly confused. "What are you talking about?"

You inhaled sharply, your chest tightening as frustration and pain flooded through you. You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care about holding it in or pretending you were fine. "When you rejected me, Seungmin… it crushed me. You said you liked me, but not that way, and it’s like you’ve been treating me like nothing changed, but everything changed! I didn’t just get over it! I couldnt”

Seungmin’s face went still, and for the first time, you saw something flicker in his eyes—something like guilt. But it was too late for that. You had to keep going, or you’d never find the closure you needed.

"I lost so much weight after that. You know that, right? I thought if I changed how I looked, maybe I’d be good enough for you. Maybe you’d see me differently. But no matter what I did, it didn’t matter, because you’ll always just see me as your friend! I was so stupid to think you could feel the same way about me. I was just a friend, and that’s it. I wasn’t even enough to make you see me as “more."

You felt the words hit the air like a slap, the raw emotion in your voice a stark contrast to how carefully you’d kept it buried for so long. The room felt heavy, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if you’d said too much.

Seungmin was quiet. Too quiet. You dared a glance at him, only to see his face twisted in an expression that was too hard to read.

"You…" His voice cracked, and he looked down at his hands, his fingers pressing into the paper on the desk. "I didn’t know… you really felt that way. I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, you know that, right?"

Your heart hurt hearing him apologize, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was too late. “I know you didn’t mean to,” you said softly, shaking your head. “But you still did. And it changed everything.”

The silence stretched between you two, thick with all the unsaid things. You watched Seungmin, who was struggling with his words, looking at you like he didn’t know how to fix this, because maybe, in some twisted way, he couldn’t.

"I never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t enough," he said quietly, his voice sincere, but it still felt distant. "I… I just never saw you the way you wanted me to. I see you as my best friend. That’s all I can see."

Those words—those exact words—were the ones you had dreaded hearing from the moment you’d confessed. You had known it all along, deep down, but hearing it from his lips, right in front of you, was still a punch to the gut.

"Yeah," you whispered, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over. "I know."

The realization hit you hard. He would never look at you the way you wanted him to. No matter how much you changed, no matter how hard you tried, he would always just see you as his friend. And somewhere inside, you knew that was the part you had to let go of.

Seungmin looked like he wanted to say more, but you couldn’t let him. You had already said everything you needed to say. And as painful as it was, you felt like a weight had been lifted—finally, the truth was out.

Without another word, you stood up from the table, your hands shaking as you gathered your things. Seungmin called your name as you walked away, but you didn’t turn back. You couldn’t.

It was time to stop pretending. Time to stop chasing someone who would never see you the way you wanted to be seen. Time to start moving on, even if it meant leaving a piece of your heart behind.

🏷️: none yet!

[wakasaswifee]

⇢OBSESSED | Rin itoshi

⇢NSFW

T/W: obsession, nsfw, dubcon, mean rin, stalker rin, obsessed rin, nipple torture, finger play??, a bit of fluff? - don't read if you're uncomfortable with these topics

A/n: mind you, I was half asleep writing this so forgive me for any mistakes. I thought of this while watching black clover 💀 don't ask. Minors don't interact 🙏🏻

Characters: (AGED UP) Rin itoshi x Afab reader

Anime: blue lock

Words: 1k

Obsessed!Rin who has no idea how to act around you. He's so awkward and introverted that he can’t even speak to you without turning a deep shade of red.

Obsessed!Rin who always has his eyes on you, whether you know it or not—even before you two started dating.

Obsessed!Rin who threatens every guy that talks to you because, obviously, no other man should be touching or speaking to what's his. Most importantly, your eyes should only be on him.

Obsessed!Rin who would skip practice just to watch you and see what you do throughout the day. It’s a little creepy, but that’s okay, right? He only wants to keep you safe. So don’t get mad at him.

Obsessed!Rin who isn’t afraid to throw hands with anyone who hurts you. “You ever speak to her with that disgusting attitude again, and next time your ass will be six feet deep.”

Obsessed!Rin who shows up at your house in the middle of the night with busted hands and bleeding lips, just so you can drag him inside and mend his wounds in silence. His eyes stay locked on you as you carefully place cute little bandages over his injuries.

Obsessed!Rin who brushes the hair out of your face while you apply medication to the cuts on his knuckles. “Y'know, you look so pretty like this. You look pretty all the time, but you’re even prettier when your attention is solely on me.” You roll your eyes, but it’s impossible not to blush. How could you not when he’s so sweet to you?

Obsessed!rin who wouldn't be able to help himself but look down your shirt while you're leaning over, to see you're not wearing a bra under your old night shirt

Obsessed!rin who wouldn't even hide the fact he's looking at your hardened nipples through your shirt. He may be a pervert but that's okay, right? As long as you don't mind..

Obsessed!rin who would get hard while you scold him for being so reckless

Obsessed!Rin who would get lost in your eyes while you're getting mad at him and telling him to be better.

Obsessed!Rin who would tell you he hasn't eaten all day just so you can cook something and feed it to him. Oh, the poor baby is hurt, and he can't feed himself. He's just so tired.

Obsessed!Rin who, after finishing his food, would grab you by the wrist and pull you in just to lick any remains off your finger—even though your hands are clearly clean.

Obsessed!Rin who wouldn’t let go of your hand, taking your middle and ring fingers into his mouth and sliding his tongue between them, keeping his eyes on you.

Obsessed!Rin who would notice how tightly your thighs are pressed together as he feasts on your hand.

Obsessed!Rin who would smirk at the thought of you getting turned on and push you so you fall back onto the couch.

Obsessed!rin who would adjust his boner at the sight of you lying back onto the couch, both your arms between your thighs as you kept them close only for his smirk to drop. He'd feel hurt, how could you be so mean, he waited so long for you and you couldn't even be a good girl and keep your legs open for him so he can see your wet panties.

Obsessed!rin who would place his hands on your exposed thighs and gently coo you into opening your legs for him just so you could make room for him in between them. "C'mon, open up for me. I won't hurt you, I promise. I'll be gentle, okay?" Which was clearly all a lie

Obsessed!rin who wouldn't wait a second before attacking your neck. Pinning your arms to the sofa so you couldn't escape. He'd bite and suck and break the smooth skin on your neck and shoulders. He'd leave hickies so everyone can see. He can hear you crying, telling him it hurts but your cries only turn him on even more and it's not his fault you walk around with such perfect skin. untouched and unmarked.

Obsessed!rin who would kiss your cheeks and tell you everything is fine and there's nothing to cry about

Obsessed!rin who would would pinch and bite your nipples over your shirt that it'd be impossible to keep yourself from moaning. "You like that, doll. Feels good, huh? You thought I'd stay calm after how your tits looked so tempting poking through your shirt, just begging for my attention"

Obsessed!rin who would freeze after hearing your angelic moans, only to continue with a devilish grin plastered across his face. Continuing to abuse your poor virgin nipples. He sucked one of them, not so gently and the other one was at the mercy of his larger hands

You'd feel yourself getting more and more aroused but you didn't dare voice it

Obsessed!rin who would slam his lips down onto yours if you got too loud for his liking. Of course he didn't mind your cries and moans but he couldn't have you waking up the neighbours with his name on your tongue. "Shh quiet now, I know it feels good but you're being too loud" he'd softly say, his mouth not even a centimeter away from yours.

Obsessed!rin who would grab your visibly smaller hands than his and place them overtop his erection and quietly whisper in your ear. "You see, doll. This is what you do to me"

Obsessed!rin who would end up finishing in the tight confines of his pants and moan your name under his breath, right against the shell of your ear; just so he can have you turning red and squirming beneath him.

Obsessed!rin who would act like he passed out from fatigue on top of you just so you both can end up sleeping together even though you were probably having trouble breathing all night because of how heavy he is but maybe it wasn't so bad.. having his intoxicating scent invade your nose and his large arms wrapped around you to keep you from leaving. You wouldn't even be able to push him off, you'll just have to let his large body be on top of you, his torso in between your legs and his face cuddled up in the crook of your neck.

©2025 wakasasawifee do not copy

[daname-mayonaise]

✧⁠*⁠。Lost In The Moment Pt. 2

Love and Deepspace FanFic (Rafayel)

Intro: Rafayel has been missing you for the past few days. He is desperate for your touch, but you teased him too much and now he's fed up.

Word Count: 762

Content: squirting, rafayel switch, teasing, some consent check, grinding, make out, safe-word, and release denial??(Idk what it's called)

NSFW‼️‼️

Pt. 1

“It's not enough…more..please…” Rafayel looks at you with eyes more yearning than he has ever shown before. “Good, I have so much more for you to drink up.” my lips plunge toward his, hungry for more of his taste. Our soft plump pillowy lips dance in a spicy tango. His saliva mixed with mine. My hands travel down his waist, gripping onto his hips. Mine naturally grinds against his, not being able to control how bad I need to release the warm heat arising in me. He lets out soft breathes and groans as I grind against him, he's gotten so heated that I can feel his cock warm and hard against my pubic bone. His black dress pants are getting wetter and sticker from the leaking pre-cum. His hips buck up begging for more of that sweet friction in hopes for some kind of release. But it's met with me pulling away, teasing him, wanting to see that yearning look on his face. Desperate for me to pleasure him. Like a tethered rope Rafayel snaps he pushes me on my back, my legs beside his hips. “Please stop teasing me…” Rafayel's voice is raspy and needy. I giggle at how cute he is right now. “I don't wanna stop~” I whispered in his ear, my seductive voice going straight to his core. “God, you…” He lets out a breathy chuckle and kisses down from my cheek all the way to the center of my chest. “Maybe, I should be the one to lock you in a cage, tie you up, and never let you out.” Rafayel's voice is deep and pent up. Not even giving me a chance to respond he puts his hands in my panties and starts rubbing on that swollen clit. “Rafayel…!~” I gasp my back lifting up off the couch from the sudden pleasure. Rafayel rubs my puffy clit in circles, rough and slow. Over and over again making you squirm and want to beg for more. My stomach feels like it's turning, from being irritated at how much he's teasing my pussy. “Rafayel! Please…!” My voice is needy, ready for him to give me what I want. He moves his hand away for a moment. “Now you know how it feels, huh? To beg and plead for touch. It's so irritating that it makes your stomach turn.” He traces around your labia minora. He hums in satisfaction at seeing me tremble, begging for more of him. Not wanting to make me wait for too long he stuffs two of his digits into my cunt. Roughly pounding against my sweet little g-spot pushing out the sounds of ecstasy. “Fuck!!~” I grip onto the couch cushions feeling my release come near. “Rafayel! I'm gonna..!” He stops and pulls off my pants. “Stop, I want you to come from my mouth…is that…ok?” His voice goes soft again. He's always been the kind to make sure that it's ok before going the extra mile. “Yes…anything..please just make me come.” He smiles and quickly spreads my legs. He kisses and bites up my inner thigh licking at the lips of your pussy. Making a groan come out of my mouth. He looks up at you before licking your pussy, sucking on your clit and labia minora. His tongue comes out as he sucks and sticks it in my wet hole. A moan is dragged out of me like his tongue. My hand goes out and grips his hair pulling more into my pussy. My hips bucking up against him begging for release. “Shit! I'm gonna~” He mumbles something against my pussy. The vibration sends a shiver down my spine and is just enough to bring me over the edge. “!!” I scream as my legs shake and my head goes back in ecstasy. He keeps going wanting me to ride out my orgasm. My grip on his hair loosens, as my body goes weak. He grins slyly and whispers in my ear. “Say the safe word if you need to…” That shocks me back to reality but before I could actually say anything he goes back down on my pussy sucking on my clit like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. “W..w..what??! AaH!~ Rafayel!” His tongue laps over My clit over and over again. It's so much to the point my sensitive clit twitches and before I knew it I could feel a hot liquid trail down my ass. “R…Rafayel…” I mumble before drifting off to sleep and he kisses my pudgy clit and whispers. “Sleep well…”

[echantedtoon]

Hello!

Can I please request a Vice student council president! Michikatsu and President Kibutsuji who are pinning over reader? But the reader is oblivious and is quite intimidated by them and tries to avoid them. And could you please do alternate endings of both? Thank you very much 💕🦋

@lavenderdropp

(Highschool au Muzan vs Kokushibo x Reader)

*You were the new student at school. So if course there'd be fuss kicked up about you but let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet. Muzan's always been one aiming for a position of power so if course in highschool he'd be student body president with Kokushibo of course following behind being his vise president. Akaza the treasurer. Nakime student body security. Etc.

*Both of them knew of the new girl but paid no attention. That is until you're introduced to them by the teacher and both are immediately smitten by just absolutely cute and pretty and- OH gods! You waved at him! It's highschool. Whaddya expect?

*This of course both having mutual big crushes on you would cause tension between the two especially at meetings making it awkward and eventually a teacher telling them to knock it off.c Each would try to work you first in his own way after that.

*Muzan is calculating and quick...but he's also known for his impatient ass that often causes him to bumble up. So he'd be the first one to approach you first in the most awkward, terrible way. By cornering you at your locker, hand on the wall above your head much to your shock and everyone else around you as he looked at you. "Have lunch with me today." It was supposed to be a question but he ended up demanding it instead causing you to raise a brow awkwardly, confused, and a little scared. "Um....No." You then quickly walked away making him blankly stare at the wall.

*Say what you want about Muzan, he's stubborn enough to keep trying despite it being useless. So he tries harder. Bringing you bouquets and chocolates. Offering anything in his power of student body president. You want someone to do your homework for you? He'll order Nakime to do it! Is anyone giving you trouble? He'll have Akaza shoved in a locker for the rest of the school year! You need to just ask him and anything will be at your fingertips! His parents are very influential in this district so he could totally take you out on the best dates!! His insistence has you hightailing it in the other direction every time.

*Kokushibo however is the exact opposite. Like Muzan he's calculating but he has more patience. The only problem is that he's so deadpanned and blunt all the time. He first watches Muzan make a fool of himself for a few weeks and then decides to make his move. ...By awkwardly walking up to you during lunch. "Hello." You paused mid bite to look at him. "Um..Hi." "Would you be interested in joining the student council?" "Uh. No thanks."

*He continues to awkwardly stand there before just saying ok and leaving. He's never had a crush before so he's got no idea of how awkward he's coming off. Yoriichi tries to give him advice. "Be polite. If she's not interested don't push her. Maybe start with an icebreaker so ask her how her day was but most importantly just be yourself!" So he does..all awkwardly. He continues to just come up to you awkwardly asking how your day was followed by a request- "How was math class?" "We..have the same math class?" ".... Would you like me to carry your books for you?" "Uh...No." He's trying but he's just so awkward it weirds you out into avoiding him too.

*However if you were to choose Muzan you'd be spoiled beyond belief. Both outside and inside school. No one would dare bully you..In fact everyone would avoid you in fear of him. But the plusses are you're grades would somehow always be As even if you KNEW that you flunked a test, no one would bully you, and you'd be getting lavish dates. But is the reputation of being the school's biggest bully's girlfriend and having everyone avoid you outta fear worth it? He'd also be a very temper tantrum throwing individual so good luck with that one.

*If you were to choose Kokushibo..Well not a lot of things would change. People would still avoid you because Kokushibo is Muzan's right hand man and also has a scary reputation for a reason. However you'd be having a very good friend in Yoriichi who'd be over the moon his brother got a girlfriend and would continue to play wingman for him. However despite that things would continue to remain awkward and he may do things that can come off as rude. Such as just taking your books to carry them for you without asking, grabbing your hand and making you hold it while walking down the halls, and pushing past people to make room for for.

*If you choose not to choose either of them, prepare for the awkward rivalry to continue until you graduate at the end of the year.

[huntersrequiem-if]

Astaroth x Hunter x Night

Sooo this idea has been plaguing me all night (heh), so I must inflict it on you all. Enjoy!

The soft flesh under him shifts, a low hum reaching his ear. It brings him to awareness – faintly. Burying his face deeper into them, he grumbles when they shift.

“You’re still awake.” His voice is low, rough from the hold of sleep.

They still for a moment before their chest rise with a sharp breath. He can feel their heartbeat, slow and steady.

“Hard to sleep when someone is squeezing the life out of you.” Their voice comes out amused. Soft.

Astaroth blinks slowly, suddenly aware that he was hugging them. “I did not!” The indignant protest leaves him easily, even as he stretches out his arms. His hold was lose – nowhere near strangling. He shows them that with a small wiggle of his hand. See?

“Not you, idiot.” He can hear the eye roll in their voice. With a huff, he untangles his arms away from them before leaning on his elbow.

What, pray tell, could bother Their Royal Grumpiness so much in the dead of the night?

Ah, that.

His eyes soften when they land on his partner, with their limbs tangled around Night’s torso, one of their legs hooked around Night’s. Their expression is so serene he can’t help but wonder what are they dreaming about. He hopes it’s something sweet.

A smile blooms on his face as he reaches out a finger to tuck one stray strand away from their eyes. Hunter doesn’t stir.

“Oh, leave them be, you crybaby. Can’t you see how cute they look?” Astaroth drags his eyes away from them, meeting Night’s stare. They look less than impressed by his smirk, eyebrows drawn together.

“I have things to do, mind you.” This earns Night an eye roll from Astaroth. Because of course they do, instead of lying in bed with them. Relaxing.

“Of course,” the smile he gives them is sardonic, a bit sharp around the edges. They pay him no mind, eyebrow raised. “Yes, yes, you’re a creature of the night.” He chuckles slightly as he throws an leg over their waist, careful to not kick Hunter in the face.

By the sharp breath Night takes under him, he wasn’t that careful. Whoops.

“Did you have to dig your knee into my stomach?” Their glare is something that would scare lesser beings. Instead, Astaroth only bats his eyelashes at them, a picture of innocence.

“I have no idea what are you talking about, grumpy.” His words are drawl out, wiggling slightly to get comfortable in their lap. Comfy.

“You’re not helping.” They stare at him, one eyebrow twitching and he bites his lip sharply to hold the laugh that threatens to bubble over.

“Ah,” he leans in, until their noses are nearly touching, “that’s your first mistake. Assuming I want to help.” He grins, eyes darting between their ruby eyes and dipping toward their plush lips.

Night looks cute when they frown like this. Adorable even.

Their eyes dance around his face for a moment before raising their chin slightly. With a smile, he dips his head to taste their lips. The kiss is brief, a feather-light caress that Night break it soon. He pouts, disappointment making his shoulders slump. “Your second mistake is assuming I’m satisfied with just a peck, really?” He dips his head into once more, wanting to claim their lips just a second longer.

A dull pain followed by a sharp tug drag his head away from Night. Their fingers are tangled in his hair, a loose hold on the black strands.

His eyes widen, but nothing stops the grin on his lips. “Oh my!” Voice dropping to a purr, his eyelashes flutter. “You’re so bold, grumpy! But, I must refuse! To do something near my sleeping darling? How scandalous.”

“Astaroth.” He laughs at their expression – they look ready to strangle him. Truly, Night is just too easy.

“Fine, fine.” His smile softens, mirth dancing in his gaze. Leaning away from their face, he sits on his haunches, gaze finding their sleeping Hunter.

Ugh, he just wants to mush their cheeks, but alas. Maybe later.

Wrapping his fingers around their wrist – he manages to pry Night free from Hunter’s grasp. When Night doesn’t move immediately, Astaroth watches them, one eyebrow quirking as they hesitate. Conflict flashes in their eyes before they sigh and plant a quick kiss on Hunter’s lips.

They stir, one bleary eye blinking at them.

“Wha --”

He silences them with a kiss on the forehead. “Aw, don’t cry over them, darling. I will keep you company.”

Night wiggles free from their hold and Astaroth wastes no time in taking their place. Hunter’s arms wrap around him and he smiles, his hand on the back of their neck.

Still, he throws one last glance at Night. Even a blind man could see the soft smile on their lips as they hesitate at the doorway.

[notsofunsenpai]

♡ Your Dramatic Boyfriend♡

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

It was one of the worst days ever for Childe.This morning, when he opened his eyes to see you were getting ready to do whatever you had to do today,he was expecting a morning kiss right away. Before he could do or say anything, you were out the door, and he whined with a frown on his face."No goodbye kiss or nothin'. I'm more important than some dumb mission.." He said now in a bad mood as he sits up slowly. He debated if he wanted to get dressed and get out of bed,but there was no reason to stay in bed if you weren't there. He forces himself out of bed and dresses himself. He goes into the kitchen to make himself a bowl of cereal,"Y/N,use to make me breakfast before they abandoned me. Truly, there is no reason to live." He dramatically says to himself. He eats his cereal slowly,"Man,it's so boring without them. Life is so dull without my sunshine." He takes another bite,noticing his cereal had slightly gotten soggy. "Must be a metaphor for how I'm feeling or somethin'. " He said even though it was his fault he took his time eating. He managed to finish his breakfast,deciding to go find something to do. He fought some enemies, but it was nothing compared to how you fight/train with him. He went to talk to Zhongli about anything for about two hours, then left. There wasn't much he wanted to do today because he did everything he wanted to do yesterday. He sat on the bench,leaning back while manspreading,"What do I usually do?.. it feels weird. Maybe if Y/N had given me the attention i yearn for, I wouldn't have to feel like this." He huffs,pouting his cheeks as he leans his head back on the bench. "I could harass someone and cause trouble. Y/N might scold me, but also, I like it when they do it. They're so cute." He chuckles with a grin on his face. He immediately went up to find someone to harass, and he found some random bystander and cause a fight with them. He frowns when his plan doesn't work,he was expecting to see you running up to him,clearly annoyed while scolding him as he holds the poor guy by his neck but instead you never came as he drops the poor unconscious person then walks back home in defeat. He kicks some rocks on his way,sighing as he enters the house. Eyes immediately lit up as he sees you,running towards you and hugging you tightly,"I missed you so much today! How could you leave me alone to rot?!" He cries out,not letting you go.

"Love you're being dramti-"

"Now you're calling me mean names?! What has the world come to?" He whines.

You rolled your eyes at him,giving him a kiss to shut him up,"I told you I had to do something today,plus I had woken up late so I was in a hurry." You explained as he rolls his eyes back at you.

"So you left me without a goodbye and morning kiss?" He frowns,letting you go and folds his arms.

"Yes,now what do you want for dinner?" You asked.

"Nothing, not until I get one thousand kisses on the spot right now."

You walked past him to the kitchen,hearing him gasping and quickly following you like a lost puppy.

"So mean to me! I didn't do anything wrong!" He said, hugging you tightly.

"Love,please, I'm trying to cut the vegetables."

"The vegetables can't love you like i can."

You're gonna strangle this man-

You basically had to force him to stop hugging you, or else you won't get anything done. You could hear him whining and having a tantrum as you finished making dinner. You were eating away as he glared at you,"Still waiting for a sorry and my thousand kisses." He looks away, muttering under his breath while he eats.

You grinned as you finished your dinner but didn't say anything to him,knowing it'll drive him mad. You washed the dishes as he had his head in the crook of your neck,"My sunflower. Stoop, I want your attention." Hearing the sadness in his voice, you let out a laugh. Your laughter immediately made his heart flutter,he became happy again, knowing that he made you laugh. He attacks your neck with kisses, then your lips. You gave him a few kisses back in return before shooing him away to finish cleaning up, which he pouts.

Once you were done,you brushed your teeth and then went to take a shower. Don't worry, your lovely boyfriend followed you too. You walked out of the bathroom wearing a long blue shirt while drying your hair off as you sat down on a stool in front of the vanity desk. Childe flopped down onto the bed,staring at you with a frown,"Did I do something wrong?" You hear him ask.

"No." You replied.

"Then why the lack of attention?"

"It's funny." He knows you're grinning, and it makes him pout even more. You grabbed your blue brush as you brushed your hair out from any knots.

Childe sits up,clearing his throat loudly as you look at him from the mirror while continuing to brush your hair,"Guess I'll sit in bed." He starts out,making sure he has your attention before continuing.

"All alone."

"By myself. No one to cuddle with." He says, wrapping the blanket around him,pretending to shiver.

You rolled your eyes,putting the brush down,"Fine,I'll cuddle you. Move over."walking towards the bed.

"Well,if you insist so much." He grins as he scoots over some and opens the blanket so you can lay on top of him, then wraps his arms around you along with the blanket. He nuzzles and kisses you happily,finally getting what he wanted.

"You're so needy and clingy today." You sigh gently.

"But you love it." He rebuttals.

"I do." You said getting comfortable,"I'm sorry,i promise I'll give you good morning and bye kisses before I leave."

"I'm gonna hold you to it.♡" He beams.

[didyoulookforme]

Oh lord. Now I need to know what happens on the beach holidays with Matty...

okay so a bit more regarding this...

matty and girlie are elated to be going away and spend some much needed alone time together with is rather sweet and adorable. for someone who's often not wearing a shirt, matty sure does overpack because he has a vain side to him and wants to ensure he's ready for any occasion. but let's be honest, most of the time will be spent not wearing many clothes because they're going to a tropical paradise in their bathing suits or they'll be between each other's legs making each other moan as loud as humanly possible.

once they arrive it's like christmas morning and they are barely in their suite for more than 10 minutes before they run off to the beach together lol. imagine one of those movie montages where they're jogging towards the water, removing their clothes as they do so. that's pretty much them. they swim, they float, matty carries her piggyback style, they make out. it's damn clear to anyone around them that they're sickly in love. and once they make it back to their room, matty pretty much begs to fuck her because she looks delicious in her metallic blue skimpy swimsuit that leaves nothing to the imagination. matty will be sure to thank girlie's bff for convincing her to get that one. he has the time of his life while she rides him on the couch, not being able to tear his eyes away from the way the wet material clings to her tits, only pulling the fabric down once he NEEDS to suck and bite on her chest. he's a boy after all.

and that super fancy bathtub in their balcony definitely gets a lot of use... sometimes by having her sit on the ledge so matty can finger or eat her out, always making sure to have a couple fingers down her throat so she stays quiet because there's a sweet old couple besides them that keeps telling them how cute they are lol. or matty's favourite memory to date (probably) is when she made him sit on the edge of the tub so he could fuck her tits, a huge grin plastered across his face because he got to ruin the girl of his dreams and cum all over her face <3

[sol-consort]

i can't help but feel like i missed the memo on Garrus

[ivyithink]

I just want to let you know that I am obsessed with the reverse AU where Claudia is the adult and loustat are the teens in the family. It's such an interesting idea and loustat look so cute in your art! Thank you for making it

Thank you so so much, I’ve very glad you enjoy both the idea and the sketches for it!!! I gotta admit I’m kinda obsessed with it too, I would LOOOOOVE to read some fics exploring this new, very different dynamic! And, like, it obviously changes the plot as drastically as everything else, but wouldn’t it be interesting to try and keep certain key moments unchanged somehow (but reversed), and then how would it end ultimately? The same horrible way for the boys that it ended for Claudia? THE ANGST POTENTIAL. But in a different fic I literally just want to see a much better functioning (because Claudia’s running things) (though it still would not be totally healthy…) vamp fam taking Paris by storm, stealing Armand’s theatre (would he still even have it, without Lestat in the picture??? see so much stuff to explore!) and enjoying life being two proud vamps + one still a bit on the fence about it all, but at least his family loves him and lets him read quietly in the back row.

Anyway, sorry for this essay, as you can clearly see, I’m also quite fond of this au, so 1. might draw for it again, nobody be surprised! 2. if you have fics with this idea — gimme gimme gimme those links, I’m very curious!!

[running-in-the-dark]

sooooo

I'm 32 now

when can I expect to finally grow out of getting obsessed with men people stuff? I'm waiting....

[kakusu-shipping]

This scene from Virtue's Las Reward with GTM-CM-G-OLM but instead of Luna, Sigma, and Alice being the dumbest dummies when it comes to technology it's just me going ham info dumping robot nonsense while I'm massaging his poor stiff joints and he's flirting with me the entire time

[kerorowhump]

[vigilxnte-shit]

SMILE SMILE SMILE SMILE

CHARLIE COX as MATT MURDOCK The Defenders E03: Worst Behavior

[tonycries]

I Lasted Ten Rounds!

Synopsis. Marathons - they’re better in bed.

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

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, marathon séx, major overstím, pússydrunk boys, CÚMPLAY, creampíes, mean Geto, squírting, innappropríate use of jujutsu (Gojo and Sukuna), pússy-slappíng, best friend!Choso, aphrodísiacs, true form Sukuna, dp, spítting, BRÉEDING, making them cry, full nélson, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Hope y’all have a good leak day mwah <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 5 rounds

“Raw.” he breathes, and there’s a strained - almost whiny - shudder being wrenched out of Toji’s hulking body when he sinks inch after long, hefty inch into your plush cunt. Bullying past the barely-there resistance of that first ring of muscle with such a harsh tug of your pliant body down his swollen cock. “R-raw. You- fuck- you finally let me–”

No, it wasn’t the first time you let Toji fuck you into these silken bedsheets without a condom - that was a few hours ago. But that didn’t stop him from spitting out that same, strained accusation, the same greedy little push and pull of his toned hips smacking sloppily against your clingy pussy. 

He was addicted. 

“O-oh, Toji–” you’re babbling, swollen lips glossed with tears, thighs burning at just how long he’s been pounding into you like this. “S’already the- the third? Fourth? Or-”

“Fifth.” he’s cutting you off, with a hoarse chuckle - voice shot already. “Fifth n’-” Head lolling drunkenly into the crook of your neck, it’s all he can do to bite out brokenly, “-oh, my girl- hope y’know m’not hahhh- letting you go until I physically can’t anymore.”

Fifth, huh?

Oh, it was setting in - fuck, was he feeling it. You were so pretty underneath him, sweat-slicked body splayed out all shamefully for him, slurring words barely coherently. And Toji couldn’t even keep his eyes open, stars popping up behind his lids at every one of your velvety clenches, abs burning with each ravaged mash of his overworked, weepy head against your ravaged g-spot.

Fingers jittery where he’s hauling your body desperately to his muscled one. Clinging onto you so close - like a lifeline - that you could hear every tremoringly quiet ah! ah ah! following those long, solid glides, feel his happy trail scratching against your sluttily arched back. 

It almost hurt - but it hurt so good, that even after painting your gluey, sloshing insides white four times tonight already, Toji wanted more more more-

A bludgeoning knee comes down to shove your thighs spread even wider, spreading your puffy pussy lips so gapingly around his thick shaft. 

“Oh sh-shit.” he’s hissing. And Toji Fushiguro never stutters, he never throws his head back to let out such pained whimper like this.“Such a f-filthy pussy.” His pretty pink lips purse to spit a languid wad of his spit down on the bullseye of your slobbering cunt. The chilling dredges oozing a slow trail down your split-open pussy. “The fifth time- n’ y’pretend like this cute cunt of yours can’t handle more of me.”

“Ngh-” your teeth are clamping around one of the cushiony pillows, trembly fingers scrambling jerkily at the headboard, the plush mattress, anything- “You’re in s-so deep- feels like m’gonna pass out. How the hell are you still going?”

Toji rolls his eyes, acting for all the world like those whiny little words of yours don’t have his red, angry tip painting your insides with another honeyed coat of his sweltering precum. “Told ya not to hah- test me doll- just had to run that pretty mouth, huh?”

You’re keening when all five of his calloused fingers come up to smush your cheeks together embarrassingly, “Saying m’not gonna last going in raw- look where ya are now.” Toji’s craning his head to leave wet little kisses up your spine, your jaw, your forehead. Fully bending you in half to meet his lips, angling his riotous hips to graze his sensitive slit right against the swollen, bruised divots on your cervix. “Look where I am- I can’t stop.” 

And your hypnotized hips can only manage to give a last sticky heave meeting Toji’s drunken staccato before splaying limply down on the bed. Moaning around the lewd sucking of his lips around your heavy tongue. 

“No- no come back- shit, m’not-” He’s slowly losing control of those lingering thrusts, desperation bleeding into the way his big arms frantically circle around your weakening waist. Dragging you up, up, up like some glorified ragdoll, “How are ya n-not able to keep up when you hah- came up with the idea, ma.” And for all how gentle he’s being suckling on your pouty lower lip, one hand of his glides down easily to cup at your bulging pussy. Smearing in another quick, branding stream of saliva on your struggling, swollen folds spread so lewdly open around his thick hilt, “Ohhh, gonna make a man lose his sanity with a pussy this heavenly. Doesn’t seem so fair now, does it?”

That delirious little shake of your head makes him bare his canines in a grin, smiling at how utterly fucked-out you were on his mean cock. There’s a lazy, glistening trail of drool at the corner of your lips that Toji idles out his hot tongue to lick away, “Now now. Why don’t you- ah- use those words like a big girl, huh?” 

“Hah- didn’t-” those wet gurgles bubble at your throat, dying down after each harsh clash into your most sensitive spot. He’s reaching every nook and cranny inside of you - drilling cock expanding even girthier with each heady second. “Didn’t think you’d get so-” Another pretty glob of spit onto your cunt, “-addicted!”

“Well, what can I- hah- say?” Each taunting word is pushing you further and further up the bed, Toji’s tense hips hammering into you with no rhythm and rhyme now. Just lingering, mindless grinds chasing that painfully good smack! of his heavy, cum-filled balls at your ass, “When- ngh- when life gives you a wife this cute-”

You think he’s cumming - you think you’re cumming. But you can’t even be fully sure at this point, your own high nothing more than a few white-hot tingles, Toji’s overwhelmed cock straining to squeeze out a few more wispy strings of his milky seed. Until you were drenched in a silky coating down your inner thighs, beading pearly drops of his seed and your sweet sweet juices. To stuff you full even more.“-fuck her at least five times.”

“At- at least?”

Toji grins, “At least.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - As many as you can take (and a lil’ more!)

“My love.” Two soft pads of Nanami’s long fingers tap gently on your cheek, lingering when he lovingly cups your glossy pout. “My love.”

Biting your lip, you whine at his heated intrusion at your pretty cunt. Free hand thumbing open your soppingly wet slit to spread even wider around his thick hilt, scratching up so rawly against those neat tufts of blond at his sharp pelvis. “N’nothing, s’just that- hahh–” cocking your head to nuzzle his large palm, “You’re not- not tired, Ken?”

“Doesn’t matter.” he breathes, minty hot breath fanning your face when he leans in. And you think he’s going to kiss you - to maybe mouth away those big fat, overstimulated tears rolling down your face - but instead, Nanami’s stern lips wrap around your lolling tongue. Sucking. Moaning so depravedly. “All that matters is that- hngh- that–” Splaying out all five fingers on your stomach, pressing down hard where he can feel the divot of his very head, “-the mother of my future kids s’doing alright.”

He can feel that rotund clenching of your snug channel, the way your pussy grows increasingly more soaked with every stuttering nudge at your g-spot. 

When the heady bedroom air is only punctuated with a few sticky squelches from your cunt Nanami has to grit out - to force himself to speak. “Please-” hissing at the velvety silk or his seed swirling around your hole, it makes his toes curl, overworked balls squeeze achingly. Shit. “Give me an answer- please, darling, your cunt s’driving me insane. Fuck- I’ve- I’ve lost count at this point how many times I-”

At this, you can’t help but giggle. Reaching up to lick at the stray, glistening tear falling down his sharp cheekbone, “Are- are you crying, Ken?” The heels of your trembly feet curl tightly against the sinful dimples at the end of his spine, plunging him even deeper into the gloopy bottom of your pussy. “Can’t take any more?”

“No!” Nanami’s usually steady voice just cracks pitifully at the end. “No no no- just- hngh! I can take it- can give y’more. Anything for you, ma.”

Each of his hammering thrusts are slowly getting meaner. Slowly losing control. They’re haphazardly alternating between long, thorough slams of his entirely swollen length to mere jutting, half-thrusts - as if it just pained him to part with your clingy pussy more than that. 

And, shit, he’s so thick - so jaw-slackingly hefty when he twitches animalistically against all your sensitive spots. Gliding in solid, wet smears of his leaky tip against your cervix reminding you of the sheer strength he held. Fucking you so mean, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it - tired, fatigued body moving on animal instinct.

“Darling–” Nanami’s wet croon has you blinking away the lusty haze in your pupils, locking them with his own blown-out ones. “Eyes on me- have to make sure you can- ngh-” You can hear his jaw click with strain when you’re giving an experimental squeeze of your velvety cunt, “-m-me. Hafta make sure you can take it- you can take it, right?”

You’re gasping out brokenly, nodding in response to his question - thighs jittery and you don’t know whether you want to run or fuck yourself back down for more more more-

“Then why are you running, ma?”

Just as those billowing words leave his mouth, Nanami’s falling back onto his thick thighs, grabbing your body right along to seat you prettily down his brutal dick. It was devastating. It was sloppy how silky, stringy ropes of cum were rushing down in a glossy coat. Smacking so sluggishly down below.

“Wh-what?” you’re batting your teary lashes, jaw hanging open at just how much this didn’t sound like your usually gentle husband. Deep voice jagged, gutturally dangerous - he was talking to you in a steady, hard tone as if you were some prey. Setting his lewd sights on you to mash up even harder into your pretty cunt. 

He’s breathing out shakily in a way that told you he was getting close, thighs aching, red tip so angry and flinching in such a dizzy way. “Why- are- you-” The metal band of his gold wedding ring burns into your heated skin, digging possessively when he hauls you close. “-running away? Don’t- don’t think you can escape, darling.”

Those drenched silk sheets bunch up messily behind you at just how firmly he was halting your escape. “S’jus’-” you’re whining, in that syrupy sweet tone that makes him only grow painfully harder. Stiffening his back to drill copious inches, he’s tracing his fingertips back across your stomach. “-you’re in so deep. Think m’- hah, think m’getting close.”

“A-ah– of course you are.” he whimpers, tone lilting upwards at the end. It was just so stimulating how you were taking him so well despite being stuffed to the brim, overflowing in a creamy sheen. “Gotta- gotta get my pretty lady to cum- ngh! Breed her pussy full.” And oh, despite how composed Nanami seemed on the outside you could sense the waver in his words, the way his ruthless pace was evening out to something more messy. Untamed. “Make her the most beautiful momma.”

Brows knitting deeper and deeper every, it hurt - fuck, but it hurt more to not stuff you full until you were round and glowing. To leave even the tiniest chance of you being carried out of this bedroom without carrying his future kid. 

“You can do it- cum f’me.” It’s almost like he’s whispering to himself at this point, stamina withering. One hand of his guides your other own down from your searing grip on his unkept strands, down past his tear-slicked cheeks, down past his wobbly plump lips. Wrapping your fingers tightly around Nanami’s pale neck, forcing your nails to dig into the sweat-beaded skin. “Cum f’me- jus this once, because after this time m’not gonna be playing nice, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 7 rounds

“Shhh, gorgeous.” Geto’s hushed, smooth voice in your ear would almost be soothing, his large thumb gliding against the very peak of your puffed-up clit almost distracting- “S’all part of your special initiation.”

If it wasn’t for the rest of the cult standing behind those semi-sheer watching all of this happen to you, that is. 

Ah, you didn’t know whether that syrupy sweet idea of a special initiation - a rite of passage “just for you” - had you joining Geto’s religious association even sooner.  

Because here you were - your thighs burning with the relentless stretch of Geto’s forearms hooked underneath them, spreading you so fucking shamelessly towards where the countless others in the group were stood behind the covering around the creaky bed. A barely-there sense of privacy while he just ravaged you into the meanest full nelson possible. 

“Oh- fuuuck–” Geto’s groaning at your drunken little squirms on his cock, mouth salivating at the wet squelches being wrenched out with each pressurized thrust. “Just one more round now- come on, seven’s my lucky number. And y’wanna hngh- finish the initiation- right, pretty girl?”

His two strong legs plant even more vice-like on the absolutely drenched sheets, seeping into the creamy puddle of cum and honeyed slick spreading further and further each obscene second. 

That lolling nod of your delirious head has him crashing his sensitive, throbbing tip against your spongy g-spot, already so branded with the bruises of his divot. Holding back each whine after whine threatening to drag out from his throat when your swollen lips meet his in a sloppy graze of a kiss.

Shit, you were so cute - no wonder he had the fucking brilliant idea of fucking you like this. Even if it hurt - even if his achy cock was rubbing raw, over and over and-

“Aww, my pretty baby wants a kiss?” Geto’s leering grin only grows when he glides a dripping coat of wispy precum right across the back of your cervix, it’s so hot inside you - and you feel drunk off of every ooze of his cum from before, sloshing down in a milky white sheen. “Well not until you hngh-” He’s moving to bite down onto your earlobe, pussydrunk mind wondering whether your gummy walls were shaping around every ridge and vein of his shaft by now. “-cum f’me once more.”

“S-Sugu–” your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the warm, wet cascade of his juices down your thighs, slipping and sliding you easily down his girthy length. “Don’t know if I- if I can cum- hah-” That admonishing smack! on your achy clit is taken in stride, gaping your gummy entrance even wider to swallow his every fucking inch greedily. “But- but I wanna. Wanna cum f’you so badly.”

There’s a muted shuffling from behind the curtains that have Geto’s darkened eyes narrowing in hostility, and he’s possessively turning his head to take in that sinful view of you down below. 

Shit- he could’ve almost came from just the sheer sight. The sight of your glisteningly puffy folds stretched to their limits around the creamy translucent ring around his thick hilt. Velvety walls contorting to massage his attritioning veins, grinding in thorough, purposeful gyrations against his heavily twitching balls. 

You were taking him so good.

And Geto’s never been more happy you couldn’t see the full plane of his face. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the mere sight, teeth biting down on his plump lower lip as if to draw blood. 

“Then do it.” Geto’s biceps just bulge against the small of your waist when they dig into a restraining loop around your body, pinning you down so helplessly to his sculpted front. “Cum f’me like a good girl then. Show me, show them-” The hand not rolling over your sensitive clit dips upwards to angle your face towards the still-watching crowd. His lips are drag so slowly at your heated ear, “-show them what a good girl you are f’me.”

Your cute, wobbly lips cry out in a broken little whine - and then your slutty cunt is just gushing down the entirety of Geto’s furious front. Slobbering a glossy, glossy sheen that coats his milky skin, syrupy and sticking - meshing your bodies so close together he doesn’t know where you begin and where he ends. 

”Good girl- good- hah- good girl.” Geto’s gritting out, trying for all the world to not sound as wrecked as he feels right now. Fuck, ignoring the spiking sensitivity, the stars behind his eyes to chase every little suck of your sopping wet walls, thighs trembly, eyes crinkling with such pathetically big tears. Shit, he’s pussydrunk. Only babbling out, “Ohhh- so perfect f’me, right? Even squirting- too generous f’me, gorgeous.”

It only takes a few more gasps from his ragged chest - heaves even. Delicately pink tip stuffing you so wholly full it’s like you’re about to explode, and Geto’s not too far behind. 

Not at all, in fact, with the way a final, harsh nudge against your springy cervix has him spurting out ribbons of creamy white cum. Oozing out in a thick, viscous polish that drools out of your bulging slit. Leaving a lewd trail of evidence where Geto’s fat cock was rummaging your poor insides. Over and over until he’s shooting nothing but blanks.

And it’s so hot, that you can almost feel it in your lungs. Limbs twitching mindlessly, he’s finding it easy to pull out - to display the gloopy filling lazily trickling out of you. Those slender fingers of his on your clit dance just downwards to circle the ring of your sloppy hole, swirling around that messy gloss. He coats his fingers until they just gleam in the dim lighting. Around and around. 

With a look of pure, unfiltered pride Geto clears his throat authoritatively. Jolting, you realize he’s not addressing you this time, “Everyone, say hello to your new second-in-command.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 6 rounds

Choso thinks he’s cumming - Choso thinks he’s crying, begging out such broken little pleas in your open mouth. He’s wrapping five pale, jittery fingers of his around the furiously red base of his cock, angling the bulbous head of his fat tip just right to press deeply into your greedy entrance. 

“Oh!” you’re smirking down at your best friend, biting back a wrecked moan at just how much he was stretching you, barely even reeling back at the brief resistance. His shredded patience can only wait a beat - two - more watching the snug channel of your cunt gush down in thick, hot streams of his seed from earlier, before bucking his hips up, up up- “Even five times wasn’t enough for you? What did I hah- tell ya about th-the-”

“I know I know, m’sorry, baby–” Choso cries, dark lashes batting at his cheeks when his eyes scrunch up into a pathetic bawl. “M’sorry I accidentally ate your- your ‘special chocolate’ but I fuck- it feels like m’burning all over. Like m’gonna die if I don’t fuck your cute cunt.”

And yet his bruising grip on your hips don’t waver, he’s still prying down your sticky body onto his, strong arms wrenching open your thighs to straddle him even wider. Still so needy - so hot all over with the itching greed to fuck you until one of you breaks.

Truly, it was a surprise to come home and find out your sweet best friend had raided that joke stash of aphrodisiac chocolate gifted by your coworkers last week - a welcome surprise. 

Because here he was - splayed out on your drenched silken sheets, big fat tears glistening across his cheekbones, toned body jolting so harshly at each one of your touches. So pussydrunk that you almost wondered whether it hurt, how his poor, overworked cock wasn’t fucking seizing at this point.

And even if it did, Choso wouldn’t complain - not one bit. 

“Please-” his breath comes out in a feverish puff, as wild as the fingers now toying with your swollen clit. Smearing the creamy dredges of his seed all over your puffed-up folds in tight little circles over and over and- 

Slam!

In a split-second, Choso’s hands are being pinned above his head. It would’ve looked almost comical - your much smaller ones restraining his own, fingers twitching animalistically with every sloppy drag down his pulsingly needy length - but oh, was Choso letting you. Letting himself be used like your favorite toy. 

“You’re being real greedy, Cho–” your teasing voice sends shivers wracking down his entire body. Powerful thighs bucking up in pressurized ruts up into your squelching cunt. “First you ate my- hah- secret stash, n’ now you’re being so hasty makin’ me cum.”

Each one of your words are punctuated by a sticky slam down onto his slowly-reddening pelvis, the fat of your ass being smacked with his sharp hipbones. You were riding him to insanity. 

“Yes!” Choso’s jaw hangs deliriously open, rosy red lips forming around your name again and again like a mantra. “M’so greedy- so greedy for your pretty pussy.” He whines, and just the feeling of your velvety walls milking his fat length for so long has his syrupy mess of a mind thrown into such a primal frenzy. “Can’t help it when you’re so heavenly, baby– K-keep wantin’ to fuck this cunt forever.”

The painful pull of your fingers weaving into his dark strands have him keening, latching onto the very tips of your sensitive nipples bouncing temptingly onto his face. “Can’t help it.” he echoes, swirling his hot tongue around your sweet areola, looking up at you with his gorgeously glassy, dark eyes. “Really can’t help it.”

There’s such a sickly, syrupy sweet staccato of Choso’s probing tip pressing deep into the drippingly wet g-spot inside you. And slowly - but steadily - your deft fingers find themselves dancing a path down to wrap around Choso’s heavily gulping throat. Breath hitching when they squeeze-

“Cum f’me, Cho-” he raises his lolling head up to meet yours, meshing back into a messy excuse of a kiss. Your teeth sink down to tug on his pouty bottom lip, fingers tightening, “Cum f’me- s’all to cure you of this chocolate after a-all, right?” 

At the reminder of that, his wrists try to wrench useless in your other hand’s vice-like hold. And honestly, Choso doesn’t know if he wants to cum again - he doesn’t know if he can. But the soft clingy feeling of your walls against his girthy shaft have him gasping, poor, overworked balls so raw. Tight and clenching painfully with every crashing push into your g-spot. He’s absolutely ruined. 

And both of you know it.

Oh, his head was so light now - your fingers vice-like around his pale throat. The only thing that Choso can seem to urgently choke out right about now is a honeyed, dragged-out drawl of, “Spit-” His wild cock leaking hot precum in another drippingly saturated wave everywhere, “Spit in my mouth, baby–”

And you do - that translucent wad of saliva barely hitting right in the middle of Choso’s lolling-out tongue before he cums. That ravaged divot on the very tip of his fat head stuttering out only one, two tiny beads of milky seed before he’s riding out such an addictively dry orgasm. 

Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head, body sweat-slicked and clinging onto yours with creamy strings of cum and spit. So desperate when he’s fucking into you so filthy, pummelling you along the curve of his length like he was trying to drag out another milky stream of seed. Again and again and-

It takes only a split-second to break out of your hold - of course, it does - and you’re barely even registering it when Choso pins you back onto the sloppy mess of your soaked sheets. Hips still relentless, voice still ragged- “Think we’re gonna hafta hah- skip the dating n’ go straight to marriage after this, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 8 (and a half) rounds

If there was ever a time that the infamous king of curses would let out raspy little whimpers of his baritone voice - muscled just heaving deep gasps, looking at you all four eyes glistening with wet tears, hearts in his gaze - it would be right now. 

When the day sitting around his throne had been too long, when there’d been just a few too many scum curses groveling at his feet. 

When you were sprawled all prettily on his muscular, manspread thighs, your expensive robes pulled up just enough for that gummy cunt of yours to stretch open gapingly around his two matchingly rock-hard cocks. The plush of your ass on full, obscene display for him, limbs twitching with each swallowed-up inch down his fat, throbbing lengths. 

“Fuuck- take it easy, woman.” he’s hissing, powerful hip rutting upwards to skim his sensitive tip over the ends of your slobbering pussy. 

That has you pouty tearily, huffing out a low, “W-well- jus’ want you to hngh- be right-” Skittish fingers fluttering over to where you could feel him coating every hidden spot of your insides in his potent seed, angry cockhead bruising your taut channel more and more open around him. It was such a delicious stretch. And you’re pressing down where you can feel the divot of his head knock feverishly on your womb, splattering around milky dredges inside you, “-here.” 

Sukuna’s hips just surge forwards, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. 

“Kuna- wh-wha-” you’re barely able to get out, whirling your head half-lucidly over your shoulder. But you don’t get very far - because one domineering palm hastily turns your face right back. “What are you-”

“No.” he’s letting out a strangled moan, leaving neat little indentations of his black, sharpened fingernails on your skin. “No you don’t get to- oh–” In a flash, sharp canines are digging menacingly right above the pulsepoint on your throat, and his hot breath fans over your ear. “Ah- y’don’t get to see me hngh- like this- fuckin’ embarrassing. I can’t even-” 

Sukuna’s cutting himself off by getting up onto two unsteady feet, holding you plastered so close onto his bowed body. The position is so precarious that for a second you’re worried, wondering how the hell the two of you haven’t broken any bones these past eight rounds. 

It’s his reversed curse technique, you later learn - but for now all you can do is gasp at your legs dangling in midair, spine arched back against his bulging pecs in a perfect arch, raising your head up, up, up and oh-

His eyes are aflame, glowing through the hypnotically dim lighting. Teeth bared into such a vicious grin one which only curls wider when you ask, “C-can’t even what, Kuna?”

He hisses down at the absolutely sultry look on your face - kiss-bitten lips falling slack into a soft oh! eyes half-lidded and miles away, your moans ringing through his ears like his favorite melody. “Heh- the fuckin- ah-” Another staggering push past your clingy sopping walls have him spitting out little swears, vision blurring dangerously at the corners. “-the fuckin’ audacity t-to ask me that, knowing what yer doing to me. S’pposed to help me relax but you’re hngh- driving me insane.”

You swear, you could feel his bulbous heads grow even thicker, expanding their way into contorting your gripping walls around his very shape. The even deeper intrusion has him throwing his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing with a dragged out moan of your name. 

A limp hand of yours dares to thread its way into Sukuna’s, tugging - pulling, “Look at me, please–?” And when he finally does - though, not before punishing the curve of your ass with such a stinging smack - you smirk, “Look so- ngh! pretty when you’re ruined like this, Kuna.”

That makes him falter - it makes his eyes grow just a bit wider, the insides of your elastic cunt being inflated open with another fresh wave of his furiously leaking precum. 

“Don’t-” Sukuna clears his throat of any traitorous dredges of a whimper, “Don’t push your- your luck, brat.”

But he couldn’t hide the fondness in his tone, that tiny little drawl of a whimper in his words. Heavy, pink lashes clumping up together with his overstimulating tears. It only takes a few more solid rams into your sweet hole - milking the bloated ends of his lengths for something delicious - a few more sharp, branding slams of his curving balls against your cunt. So large and aching for release that when they do, the sheer volume of Sukuna’s cum makes you dizzy.

Double the amount. It overspills, splattering half the thick, silky contents onto the decadent throne room floor. Soiling a sinful little puddle that he just can’t help but smile at, tutting mockingly, “Now now, look what you’ve done- making things even- hngh! even more stressful f’me now with this to clean up.” 

Out of his four beefy arms, two of them pin your own easily behind your back, the other dipping down to roll your puffed-up clit between his thick index and thumb. And the last one- fuck, the last one was pooling all the milky white ribbons of cum slobbering out of your stretched-out entrance. Velvety spurts dousing your walls once more - and he’s having so much fun, molding out your gummy cunt around to squeeze his fingers right in-between his two cocks. 

Still rutting into you - still cumming from both heads - every jackhammering thrust sparks stars behind his eyes. Back muscles curving deeper and deeper into you when he replaces every dredge of cum oozing down your saturated slit with a new one. The thrumming hum of his jujutsu making you keen-

“So messy. Such a filthy cunt my woman has-” he sighs, in a dark little way you knew meant he was just seconds away from tearing you apart. “Hmmm…wonder if it’ll be more relaxing. if I cum dry?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - RIP.

The strongest looks up at you with big, teary blue eyes, long lashes twinkling his pretty cheekbones every time he’s batting them. “Please. Just the tip-”

“Toru-”

“Please.” Gojo whimpers out, two of his massive hands laying at rest on the curving globes of your ass. Squeezing. Kneading you desperately in shallow, lazy grinds up and down his furiously leaky cock, “Please, sweetheart, don’t think I can handle cockwarming.” His abds are aching when they flex upwards towards you, “Haven’t had my hngh- fill just yet.”

You’re gasping when he has the audacity to give your plump clit a sharp smack! the pressurized buzz of his jujutsu from earlier sending white-hot electricity running down your arched spine. Splaying your cunt so deliciously to massage against your bulging g-spot. “N-nice try.” you grit out, legs trembling at the feeling of his thick, potent cum sliding out of your surprised entrance. “But I don’t think you’re ready- you’ve already set the lights off with your jujutsu being overstimulated, Toru.”

“Jus’ the tip- m’kay? Just the tip, I swear-” If you were of a clearer state of mind maybe you’d have pointed out that Gojo was well past the tip at this point. Feeling his fat head curve at your womb, knocking in a merciless, methodical pace. “Just missed you so much today- hah- gotta make up for lost time.”

He flashes you a devilish grin - one you’re somewhat ashamed to admit has your sopping cunt drip down a fresh sheen of your sweet sweet juices down his curvaceous length. Pooling at his frantically, painfully squeezing balls. 

And Gojo notices - of course, he does - even with his six eyes getting a bit too bleary right about the eighth? ninth? round. Ah, fuck, it didn’t matter anyway- 

“Then- then that’s good, isn’t it? Lights out- across all of hah- Tokyo, I bet.” His wretchedly strained tone is so different from the incessant pace of his bullying cock. Bludgeoning deep into your most secure spots, he’s nudging apart every velvety crevice of your walls, making such a mess of the creamy white seed of his dripping from the inside. Gliding his nose up the sweat-slicked column of your throat, “So really- we have nothing better to do. How about you- hngh- let me paint this pretty pussy white all over again?”

Of course, you wanted him to - but it was so fun how your barest tease makes Gojo fall apart. Pouty lips running a mile a minute.

His words are almost sleepy, and both of you aren’t even lucid enough to do anything about the ever-spreading puddle of cum and slick right below you. Meshing your lips drunkenly in an intoxicatingly sloppy kiss, “Come onnnn–” he’s babbling at your pointed silence. “One more? M’begging- begging, sweetheart. You got the strongest on his ah- knees n’ unable to use his powers.”

You knew so many people - so many curses - would kill to have Satoru Gojo all helpless like this. His lips moving faster than his overstimulated mind right now, drool dripping down the side of his rosy red mouth. So sensitive right now - unable to fight back. The only show of his previous prowess of strength being a stray flicker of blue lightning at his eyes when you’re cushioning his fat length with your clingy walls just a bit too hard, 

He’s heaving now - gasping deep, lungfuls of air every time his bruising grip is just bouncing your pliant body erratically down onto his. Wreckless, lunging slams that have your knees weak, stars flickering behind your lids. 

“Come on- come onnn–” He spits so syrupy sweetly into your panting, open mouth. Slender fingers wrapping around your clit, and it just throbs with the steady hum of his reversed curse technique. Stopping the two of you from breaking bones - because shit, how the hell is Gojo going to fuck up into you like an animal. Desperate little pleas of yes! yes! yes! wrenching from you at the stimulation. “Give it t’me, missed so much when you were gone out today. Please-”

“Hngh! S’too- too-” you’re drawling out incoherent sentences to match his. “Yeah- fuck yes- jus’ like that, Toru–” 

It’s only because of Gojo’s ungodly stamina that he was even able to last this long - the fact that he hadn’t fucked himself into a stupor at this point. And that’s the only thing, along with a few fumes of his reversed curse technique that have him careening smacking away your pathetic attempts to meet his thrusts.

The sensitivity too much, that he’s bawling - unable to handle the saturated drags of your slobbering pussy down his raw shaft. Mouth lolling open when you feel two big arms circle around your waist, mumbling tearily, “Wait- fuck hold that- think m’-” Like something snaps in the air.

Because then he’s cumming - at least, Gojo can feel himself cumming. This time, there’s no shattering of lightbulbs, no gleaming power in his pupils, because his poor body was too fucked-out for this. Too tired to do anything but have his heavy, strained-out balls just clench, shooting up wispy blanks into your readily swallowing pussy. 

“Oh!” he’s throwing his head back at the sheer overwhelming pleasure, beading out only a few, pearly little beads of sticky seed. But fuck, was Gojo riding out his high - riding out yours. Fucking you through each convulsing little clench of your silky cum-slicked walls, a high you’ve barely even registered still. “I don’t- I don’t know if I-”

“Don’t, Toru.” you warn, but it’s too late - only one, fleeting glance at your prettily stuffed pussy, the creamy little outer ring on your entrance, the way your puffy folds are just quivering like you’re in need of more - has Gojo intaking a sharp gasp. 

His wrecked eyes widen, looking almost afraid. Breath hitching, his words are shrill - barely audible, “Think- think we haven’t made up for lost time yet, sweetheart.”

“Toru, I was gone for five hours.”

“And?”

A/N. Gojo nation will we get a comeback today plsplspls?!

Plagiarism not authorized.

[neo-nomatrix]

EAT IT UP !

HOW THE JJK MEN EAT P*$$Y

Multiple x reader

-> GOJO, NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, SUKUNA, CHOSO

warnings ⚠️ smut… duh. pussy eating… duh. 69 in getos. talks of bondage. talks of choking (on dick) overalll smut idk

GOJO SATORU AKA “kid in a candy store”

On his tummy, feet in the air, humming. His legs are swaying back and forth but you’re way too busy to notice. He’s looking up at you with those unmistakable eyes watching you fall apart on his skilled tongue. His hand use your thighs as handles and makes out with your sloppy, cute cunt. He’s trying to tease you but the words come out as gurgled mumbles since his mouth is basically superglued to you.

You’re throbbing on his lips and he slurps it up like honey. Sometimes he dips his fingers in but usually sticks with his mouth. Fucks his tongue inside of you and he’ll probably start gagging because of how far he gets. He has to hug your thighs when you cum because of how squirmy you get. Nips at your clit when it’s all sensitive and giggles.

“You’re so fucking cute squirming”

“Oh wow… feels that good huh?”

“Is this how it feels when you gag on my cock?”

NANAMI KENTO AKA “use me like a chair”

Wants all your weight on his face or else he’s not happy. And no- it’s not an option. Maybe you’ll suffocate him, but who’s to say that’s not the goal? He cups his hands around your thighs and pulls you down on him, immediately getting to work. He’s so sensual and romantic about it. Slowly licking from your entrance to your clit. Definitely kisses your clit before starting anything.

Gathers a whole bunch of spit before and globs it onto you. There should literally be bubbles when you get off of him. Tries his best not to snake his hand down his pants so he can focus on you. As much as he loves you grinding down on his face he always stops you. This is for him to do all he work, he should be making you feel so good you don’t need to think about grinding down.

“Let me do all the work, just sit there.”

“I know i’m hard, sweetheart. I’ll get to that later.”

“Stop hovering, do i need to tie you up?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA “this is for him”

Even though it’s an activity meant to pleasure you, it’s for him. For him to melt away his worries into your sweet cunt. He uses it as a stress reliever, massaging your ass like a stress ball. will literally ask you why you were squirming so much, it disturbed his peace.

Never stops after you come. More flavor for him. Has you on your tummy, he’s spreading you apart and eating it. His hands are never still. Always running up and down your back or playing with the skin of your ass. Moves up to grope your tits and play with your sweet nipples.

“Put your face into the pillow and bite if it’s to much”

“You take my cock every day but my mouth is too much?” oh wait, that’s also too much

“Maybe i should leave some marks on this ass too.”

GETO SUGURU AKA “34 + 35”

SixtyNine KING. Can’t decide between being on bottom or top. On bottom he can get the pleasure of you sitting on his face. The only downside is your squirming with so much pleasure that you forget to suck his cock. He doesn’t care that much, eating you out is plenty of pleasure, but it would be nice. But he does hate it when your strokes get sloppy and they become borderline teasing.

On top he gets the added bonus of fucking your face. Thrusting in and out of your moaning mouth as much as he pleases. He loves hearing you choke while slurping you up. He just doesn’t like the blood going to his head while eating you out. He’s pretty simple when it comes to pussy eating. Loves to suck on your clit and use his fingers. Definitely makes you lick your own cum from his fingers. Finger fucks you until his hands are pruned.

“C’mon baby, at least stroke me baby. Look how hard he is for you.”

“I know it’s so much, huh?

“That’s fine, i’ll just throat fuck you with my cum soaked fingers,”

RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA “stop running”

Eats you out until you’re rolling around on the floor. And still keeps going. He hates it when you squirm, but also doesn’t do anything to stop it. Locks his arms around your thighs and presses a hand against your tummy. Sloppily eats your cunt with no technique. Spits soo much on it. The noises that come from your cunt and his mouth are insane. Dips his tongue real deep into your mess to get every drop.

Has you on the verge of passing out when you cum. And you guessed it, still won’t stop. He definitely pushes your thighs to your chest and wraps his arms around your whole body to keep you still. Loves it when you push on his head in desperation. It makes him so much harder.

“You keep fucking running and I’ll go for longer.”

“You’re only making it worse for yourself by squirming.”

“Fucking take it or I’ll make you.” yeah he definitely makes you

CHOSO KAMO AKA “kitten licks”

He eats you out like he’s scared. He’s so fascinated by your slippery pussy that he unintentionally goes super slow. Giving soft kisses to your clit and licking at your entrance like a popsicle. You have to tell him to go a little harder so it feels better. and once he does, no going back.

Starts to eat it like a starved man. He gets so mad he’s never done this before because he’s in heaven. Ruts his cock into the sheets because it feels so amazing. Moaning like a slut into your pussy. So much spit and his tongue is going wild on your pussy. He’s definitely making this apart of your routine.

“Oh my god it’s so wet baby.”

“Faster? but when i go faster with my cock you cry…”

“It feels good right, baby? Am I doing good?”