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Out of nowhere I was hit with the idea that if artists struggle so much with Daredevil’s original yellow costume because he can’t exactly be stealthy like that, why not just fully embrace that this man is highly visible and handling that is your problem.
#I get that Matt doesn’t have facial scars outside of damage to his eyes#because theoretically what destroyed his sight was the radiation#however it’s always drawn as OOZE hitting his FACE#and while Marvel has plenty of characters with acid scaring#not many of them get to be heroes#so until it stops being depicted as ooze I’m letting Matt be one of those heroes#speaking of the scaring since their hard to see he’s wearing croakies to keep his glasses on#since his left ear is not doing that#his broken horn being on his bad side was actually an accident of flipping around the canvas#but I kinda love it because I like the idea that while it’s still supernaturally good his hearing is worse on that side#my art#matt murdock#daredevil#specter spider au
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Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me
#i still cant believe how much this new opening theme goes off.... DREAM SAVE ALL OF US 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH 💥💥💥💥💥💥#wait a second. the robot attacked 200 years ago. the void century was 800 years ago no????? what#oh see it was made 900 years ago.... but why did it attack 200 years ago then.... what happened#it is still so funny how they made evegapunk einstein but with some cunty long legs#200 years ago they gave rights to the gyojin!!! i see i see ✍️✍️also i still wonder why law and kuma have similar hat and pants designs#like there is NO WAY that much similarity isnt done on purpose. NO FUCKING WAY!!! I NEED ANSWERS!!!#are they annihliating cp ships akdhakskd yeah vegapunk letsgo#also the opening song is about dreams and the end one is about luffy reaching shanks...... havent got a clue why but there it is#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 1098#also is lucci named lucci bc it kinda sounds like luffy. SERAPHIM KUMA HAS HIS DEVIL FRUIT???? vegapunk could only make zoan fruits????#also wdym when cp0 acts it means its some historic event. lucci is like 25. where are the experienced people here#sentomaru works for vegapunk??? maybe i forgor about this tbh also do theu have a doffy seraphim??? the fact they have animal names....#stussy letting kaku get hurt akdhsjsn oh atlas has lamb ears..... and lucci said she is is prey... no..... the foresahdowing :(#lucci you fucked up she just gave luffy food... that a death sentence look what happened to kaido#episode 1099#<- oh my god btw. god. jesus.#why is akainu telling the cp0 what to do or thinks he can do that... thats the world gov... also thinkng about how garp should fight him#and not luffy.... because of ace you know... i still wonder how did sengoku know who ace's father was... there is only one man who knew....#everyone trying to stop them from fighting ajdhsksjks two rabid dogs fr#LUFFY TAKING OFF HIS JACKET WHEN LUCCI ASKS FOR HIS WANTED SIGN!!!! GO OFF KING!!!! SLAY!!! THE CREW SAW HIM!!! FINALLY!!!#i have been smiling since he started the transformation this is so sick...... i have got a case of the luffy brain#zoan fruits steal the personality of the user when they awaken ✍️✍️ luffy???? nami being the only one who saw gear 5 <3 twins manifesto#robin being so shook about luffy being a god ajdbjansk wdym devil fruits exist because people wish for them. fairy magic real????#WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE FROM ALTERNATE REALITIES WHERE SOMEONE DREAMT ABOUT THEM??? DOES HE TRAVEL THRU REALITIES FOR THEM???#jinbe has been making this face 😧 every episode three times it is amazing ajdhaksnsk poor man... now he sees a kid angel version of himself#after seeing hia captain turn into a god... he is gonna get a stroke OMG SENTOMARU WE JUST GOT YOU BACK#episode 1100#<- CRAZY. INSANE. OH GOD. ONLY 12 LEFT. THATS A WEEKEND!!! I CANT DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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(I DIDN'T FORGET A CAPTION... YOU DID!)
He pop'd in my brain and some demon took over my body to draw him n' other sillies from this au. :3
#one day i will design jill as well because she is actually. very important to the lore of this au LMFAOO#i just don't have any designer juice left in my body#resident evil#las plagas au#he is NOT controlled by las plagas it just had a very bad side effect on him because he couldn't remove it as fast as Ashley.#their plaga had a variation of the g-virus in it on the go basically. so it started to affect his wolf n human form#reminder that zombies in this AU are actually Just vampires!#Ashley also has permanent chompers n pointy ears but she doesn't look dead like Vex does#he looks dead because he was put through 2-3 years of testing and experimenting instead of trying to actually...help his side effects#they thought he was a lost cause since he had became so aggressive in his wolf form and had said he could not remember very well what he#was doing while in his wolf form. he also. mauled someone but yknow. normal ppl things#turns out one of the side effects was and IS just extreme hunger aka his metabolism go faaaaasstt and he needs to eat every like 5 mins#yeah he does have kind of regen as well. not As Fast or good as Sherry's but it's defo noticeable that he has regen.#it also leaves a lot of scars#aka its a vampire thing. in mine it's not really blood they're after but it does make them stronger. they're just eternally hungry#anyways Vex has huge beef with Simmons because under his call for him to get experimented on but they don't know until re5 times?#everyone in this au is out for Simmons LMFAOOOA#uh ... um#haheheooo rambled a bit here :3#leon s kennedy#claire redfield#chris redfield#sherry birkin#and a secret fifth person lets see if yall know who that is#my art
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i got two helix piercings done on my left ear today!!!!!! and they look SO GOOD im obsessed!!
#[static]#for years it's been one thing or another that kept me from getting the piercings i wanted (being a flight attendant covid etc.)#but im not getting any younger and i have been wanting these piercings since i was in my early-early 20s#i got 5 or 6 more I want done but i gotta pace them out so that i can actually sleep since im a side sleeper#so i got my left ear done and next spring i'll do the three piercings on my right ear and then my eyebrow & see if i got space for a bridge#went with a buddy who wanted to get the other side of his nose pierced!#pain wasnt bad at all but as someone who tosses and turns in my sleep its gonna be rough not being able to sleep on the other side for awhi
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Kamukura with emotions doesn't make him weaker than before, just because he's in relationship with Makoto doesn't mean he's gone completely *soft*. He's only gone soft in just one angle, the rest is still pretty much still the same except now he perfers to rest his head on Makoto's lap than anything else that was already available for him to simply just lean his head against.
The first thing he feels when being around makoto isn't *love*, it's simply the same feeling he always felt which is *boredom*. And the second that came along wasn't the first thing mentioned, it's *interest* (from the form of the prespective of boring normalcy that differs his own) that slowly by time turned into *obsession* (realizing this whole thing is much better than when being stuck in the tight room in his lab) and by then began to be sticking around the guy instead of the other way around and it'll be a surprise to Makoto one day and to Makoto that will only be taken as an invitation to be closer. A progress.
All in all *love* will be the LAST THING appeared even AFTER they were in a relationship because it is something that Kamukura HAS to come in terms or accept himself, or realising too late to stop it cause he only accept to be "in a relationship" (with the entitlement of 'lovers' or 'partners' and everything) with Makoto simply in a way so Makoto can stay close to him (knowing the guy's unyielding loyalty and used that to his gain), because Makoto continues to make himself intriguing to Kamukura in his own boring, simple ways because Kamukura has grow to hate and berated normalcy of the untalented by his teachers and developed it through there. Plus he never gets to experience or learn a lot more of it other than the lab staffs' explanation of how "boring" it is and it's seem to also be the reason *he* became Kamukura in the first place as well.
(So the beggining of their relationship itself, the "love" part was one-sided. Kinda. In a way)
Sure it *is* boring. The whole "normal lifestyle" thing is sure sucked away his life source (if he even had one) and it's already just as he expected even when he lets Makoto around for at least a few days, he only let the guy around cause his luck is unexpected at most times but then of COURSE Makoto would use those times to shimmy his way into Kamukura's life. Shortly yet slowly. A very strange pace it is but it worked well with both of them.
His sickening optimistic, motivating nature to upbring Kamukura's gloomy, unmotivated one to pull him in the most boring of activities eventhough he had stated either directly or indirectly that those are, obviously, *boring*.
But Makoto's other traits that has first caught him just *slightly* off guard (which is. Rare and almost to never) was his undeterred determination to prove someone wrong (either in a morality sense in what was naively generally right). Perhaps he has been too assuming of Makoto's commonly pushover antics, or maybe Makoto's usual everyday and everytime genuine optimism has put his guard down just a bit that it made him passed by the fact that Makoto- no matter how positive and hopeful- *can* get mad or bothered if being triggered in certain ways. Certain ways as in if it involves someone else or views of things morally in a negative sense (the reaction made Makoto look more.. real. Something along that line).
Im also thinking how at some point, that *stubborn* determination that *always* butts in whenever Kamukura try to state or refuse. To try and always attempting to change his mind and at some point it led to another breaking point leading to the next change and that would be Kamukura- in his still usual bored tone yet out of character dialogue, said, in *annoyance*; "can you shut up." And doesn't THAT caught them BOTH off guard.
Silence followed when both were lost in their own thoughts in trying to process it before Makoto snapped out of it first to apologise for crossing the line and in promise to not do it again. Which, Kamukura is fine with but at the same time- "no" he would say, "keep talking". Cause sure, Kamukura has a fair share of being annoyed sometimes, but THIS is different, because just *how* can he be so easily annoyed over something so... *simple* as Makoto to be able to *blurted out* the moment of thought? It's something worth to explore more. To *experience*. Because it's new and when it's new, it's usually *interesting and unexpected* to someone like Kamukura.
And sometimes it's not just usually some new emotion just popped up at certain times, it's also the fact how constant it is of how the emotions he had experienced off kept *shifting*. He'd be bored then suddenly feeling intrigued in something then suddenly be slightly fluttery-ish? ('Amused' he noted) or suddenly feeling heavy in his chest ('sadness' he thought), heck, even the feeling of something clawing his insides when Makoto almost get a brick crushed his own head ('fear' he whispered to himself) then suddenly sometimes shifts back to being bored, then intrigued, then over and over in an out of order cycle. It either shift back to the same things or it develops something new.
It was never just one thing everyday just like how things are before meeting Makoto- like continuously be bored of everything and that's what makes things both overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time.
I also think that another thing that pulls Kamukura to Makoto is that just from Makoto, wanting to hang out and stick to him, to befriended him, with the payment only be *spending some time with Kamukura* and not to use him for his talents and abilities alone. Is one thing Kamukura unmanaged to just *understand* or fully grasp. In the end though he resolved by thinking that perhaps this is just a Makoto thing. That Makoto is being too good or cared too much of others in a way. But it does put Kamukura in a good "hm..." moment though.
I have a funny imagery that Kamukura just seem to be more often being put *slightly* off guard more by Makoto (wether intentionally or unintentionally which is usually the latter) than anyone else does. To which he be more on guard than he is before and to not jump to the most obvious conclusions or assumptions on some people because, of course, the Makoto situation and all. To which also means it made him statistically *more* dangerous than before (congrats Makoto! You made him more cautious or more thoughts in than usual of what was around him!).
His obsession in wanting to keep Makoto close to him by time will become apart of his own conciousness that *I* believe to be the case. Because after everything?? Everything that happened for the last few months?? Wether before or after being together (though I believe the moment they are together is the moment where the feeling became more hecticly stronger)?? It would only be obvious that he would, for once, *accidentally* (cause really, since when does being with Makoto Naegi means anything gone as planned?) Putting the obsession from wanting Naegi close because he is the first and often only source of interest for Kamukura's own bargained to wanting Makoto close because suddenly he was in too deep in the pit he had been *still* continuously dig himself in and finding that he doesn't *like* it when Makoto was out of reach.
(Going from trying to keep the guy around for selfish reasons by means to keep himself out of his usual bored state [cause let's face it, Kamukura isn't a good person, nor a bad one either, heck doesn't even attempted in search to at least *try* to quench his boredom just because he lacks any sort of motivation. But if the interesting thing were to suddenly presented dangling just in sight he WILL grab onto it tightly.], to obsessively trying to not get the guy lost out of his reach figuratively or metaphorically sense cause he *knows* that he will never *feels* something like this again, to feeling just *right* to have Makoto close to him and not letting go just because he doesn't *like* it)
I doubt Kamukura even realised the moment he had been *attached* to Makoto, simply because he had never experience emotions in the first place other than just knowing the basic theories to diagnose others in. And when he did, it's too late by then (it won't be him unable to escape Makoto. No, no, on the contrary, Makoto will be unable to escape *him*).
So anyways. Love isn't the priority to Kamukura since the very beggining in the start of their relationship, because the other foreign subjects that is emotions (twinging sadness, light amusement, flickering annoyance, poisonous jealousy, and dare he not admit the clawing fear) *are* the foundations that build his own *version* of what was the concept of 'Love' is.
Love is different to everyone afterall, so far what Kamukura has learned and see, if there was anything the same about all of it is that; love is a form of passion, and the connection of the bonds, it can be different from others, but Kamukura *doesn't* feel anything a lot WITH anyone else in general more than he is with Makoto. So essentially to him, it was different. It's not love that was viewed *generally* but it was his own version nonetheless.
This is just *my* insight of how I see Kamuegi *in* Kamukura's prespective. Cause he is my favorite character to write. You can do so many things to him in certain situations no matter how impossible it seem to try and not break his character. But that's the thing. You NEED to break certain characters, but as long as you didn't break the fundamental core of their characters then trust me, it's more of a scratch or a rather small crack on a ceramic vase than it looking all smashed up.
Sometimes you GOTTA make a scratch or heck, added something on it, without it losing it's shape or material as a ceramic vase, in order to make it slightly more jazzam get it? Or to make it work for the theme of the room you placed it in. (Not me using the vase metaphor for all of this)
#another funny imagery is that since Kamukura lacked human touch#makoto showing the wonders of doing cuddles#wrapping his arms around his back and everything#kinda like snuggling. screw it he *is* technically snuggling the guy#rubbing his head and face against the other's chest cause might as well enjoying it too in the meantime#and *this* is different than just a small pat and quick hug#that this isn't just some skin and skin contact with one another#there was something else behind this that he can't really point out to#cause duh it involves something as foreign (still) as *feelings*#this is one of the “overwhelming and underwhelming” moment for Kamukura#and it is more sided to overwhelming but in a positive sense (probably)#well whatever it is. Makoto felt the other's body suddenly shaking ever so slightly as the arms wrapped around him#“uhh Kamukura. you okay..?”#“you're kinda shaky..” and it *is* a little concerning for someone like Kamukura#but rest assured when he tilted his head a bit to look up#he can't really see Kamukura's face since the guy placed his chin on the heair below him#and was looking away to the side. but he can see how tense the posture is a bit#he was about to pull away cause he thought he overstep the other's boundaries or smth#but rest assured once again when Kamukura wrapped those now more slightly composed shaking arms tight around Naegi#and he subtly noticed the slight red ears that was left uncover from the black strands#and all Makoto can do is just sighs in worry bht relieved smile and buried much closer to the other without a word#and they stayed like that for probably halfway from the day#now it's one of the only thing in Kamukura's “favorite” list now Makoto gotta bare with it#it's a win-win cause then Kamukura can keep Makoto close. metaporically AND *literally*#danganronpa#makoto naegi#izuru kamukura#kamuegi#lunardr thoughts
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#LGBTQ #ally zarkon is so funny to me. like he'll commit heinous war crimes but he draws the line at killing gay people
I think back in 2017 I was making jokes about Zarkon being a feminist so him also being a huge ally is simply the next logical step. I think Zarkon is exactly like this Onion video:
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#the reason shiro escapes in episode one is because Zarkon realizes he’s gay and he’s like DO NOT HARM ONE HAIR ON HIS PRECIOUS HEAD!!!!#‘but Katie’ you say ‘didn’t shiro literally die later in the show.’#ahhh mon cherie don’t you see. they made lots of clones of shiro. so the net number of gay people in the universe actually went up#so it's fine#ask#anonymous#this is why Zarkon didn’t love Lotor btw. because Lotor was straight#I’m sosorry if these jokes aren’t actually funny guys I have well and actually lost it#my left ear has been clogged for literally since Monday and I fear it has costed me everything#well that and also my constant low grade fever and the constant taste of metal thanks to my paxlovid#voltronpride
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it sure has been quite a week
#g o d this week was such a mess™️#i kicked off the week wrong (as always) with ~3h of sleep bc i can never fall asleep on monday nights (sadge)#and ofc i had to do 2 workstations’ worth of work bc lack of manpower lmao#then on tuesday i had yet another family dinner to say goodbye to my bro (lol)#even though he’d already been treated to at least 3 other meals by that point (lmao)#i still think my dinner treat from a few weeks back was the best though~~~~~~ a 4 course sky dining meal def tops any restaurant right~~~~~?#and on suiyoubi (my dudes) we boated him off to military training island for his mandatory enlistment. that sure was. an experience.#i still kinda regret finishing my meal at the military cafeteria place thing though… i was the only one at the table who finished it :(#even my big eater of a bro couldn’t finish his :(#and my mother has been making fun of me for finishing the (allegedly) huge portioned meal ever since :(#she keeps joking about enlisting me bc army food ✨clearly✨ suits my tastes :( truly sadded.#anyways it was back to work on thursday. which sucked. ofc. also bc i’d overslept by half an hour and had to rush. lmao.#anddddd on friday. my boss told me that i’d missed out on submitting one worksheet thing of results#even though i c l e a r l y remember doing the test it was for (and organising all of the worksheet things for the matter)#so my coworker and i just watched her sift through the stack of worksheets… only for her to actually find the ‘missing’ piece of paper#she then said ‘ok found it sorry’ so my coworker and i just went ‘(ʘ‿ʘ) okayyyyyyyyyy’ p. sarcastically and left her office#and ofccccc there was work on saturday too. yay. went to the pkm centre after that thoughhhh#which was fun yes. but. they didn’t have ✨c h a i r d e o x y s✨ on sale :(((((#they stopped selling goomy earrings and that huge plush too :( and the smaller goomy plushies for the matter :((((#i realllyyy should’ve bought the goomy earrings while they were still available… even though they were like 8 bucks per stud#my goomy plushie collection remains unexpanded :( my jigglypuff collection grew by 1 though~~~~#so now i have 3 official jigglies of varying sizes and 1 bootleg jiggly that looks. pretty horrifying in bad lighting actually#p. sadded by how my family calls my taste in pkm boring though… ‘it’s either jigglypuff or that purple thing’ they say… :((((#aaaaaa i wish i could’ve bought that super cute plush of goodra holding a happily smiling goomy i saw on my trip…#it’s too bad that the plushies (there were like 2-3 of them) were locked inside a display cabinet :(((( it was so cuteeeeeeeee#though my fam would’ve made me put it back if i’d even managed to get it out back then lol. ‘that purple thing again?!’ they’d prolly say…#anyways. this sure was a week. im so tired. help#no clue how i should spend the rest of my night tbh… maybe beach sisters time? hmmmmmm. oh wells.#‘dai’ly shitpost of the day
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I've literally been going to at least one funeral of someone close to me every year since 2016 this is unsustainable! Do I make friends so quickly because I fear they'll leave so soon? I have like five hundred pounds of stuff from people that died and I can't get rid of it because I can't get new stuff with them. I'm so tired of being used to grief. When do I get to grieve for myself!
#i feel like im still waiting to bury the old body i had but the holes i dig keep getting filled with other people#can i not have a year without mourning#or at least a year where the only one i mourn is myself?#ive had to stop taking time off for it because id never get back#the funeral is saturday and im literally leaving a party before it and going back afterwards#im so tired!#its been a year since i finished therapy and it feels like forever and yesterday#who knew this was going to keep happening!#i cant go back because my therapist left when i did#im not even sure that its therapy i need and not just the ear of someone who isnt in grief#every year theres some horrific thing that only ever happens to other people but its my other people#and i leave and i cook and clean and get bloodstains out of the bag of clothing the hospital sends back#god i guess this is where all these weeks went. into here.#this sucks#the only thing i was able to make was a painting of the vulture that i brought in to the clinic#and im supposed to be doing an oil portrait for the funeral#i already gave them my easels and frames to display the pictures#tomorrow im spending all day making his favorite cookies before i leave for the party friday#im so sick of being the one to handle it#all of ny grieving is on a two month delay so everyone else has someone they can rely on#its not fair#im not supposed to lose this many people already
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I am asking for any Ronin info you may have🤠 (also hope you’re having a good day!!) ✨
okay, okay, listen to me. listen.
So- Ronin?
He exists.
Thats kinda all I got. I know how he looks and how he acts and that he would be VERY easy to use as a werewolf and thats IT bestie.
He's an older man, somewhere in his 40s, with totally white hair (poor man went gray real early, but to be fair, one of his staples is that his life has Sucked and he's Very Stressed), dark eyes, and a handful of facial scars.
Since I said in the tags he's my OC answer to Ghost, he is built the way i figure Ghost would be built. Tall, beefy, big. Can and will snap you in half.
I also hope YOU are having a good day!! <3
#also sorry i didn't answer this yesterday#i panicked when you sent this cause i was like#oh god oh fuck oh man i dont actually have anything for this old man except that he's big#he's hot#and he fucks#sal speaks#also if you want to know abotu his scars!!#He has 3/4 claw marks down his left cheek. from his ear to his jaw/lips.#an angled cut across the right corner of his lips#and a straight down line just through his right eyebrow#originally he appeared in my mind as a knight in a medievaly thing i was thinking of#but he's evolved a bit in his roles since then#cyberpunk sugardaddy. werewolf with dilf energy but no kids. bounty hunter/assassin almost mentor type deal#he's all over the place right now#but he's essentally Ghost but mine so i dont have to worry about adding a military angle and respecting his characterization#with Ronin i can do whatever the fuck i want#i dont NEED to respect him#he's mine!#Also his full name is Ronin Silver#Ronin Silver..... Simon Riley.....#i'm not here to be subtle
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was going to copy the sides frankie airo had his nose & lip rings on but i definitely already mixed it up. OOPS. o well
#LEFTIE CURSE. whatever#i havent gotten either piercings yet but i wanna do them criss cross to my eyebrow piercing so right/left/right. even tho his nose + lip#rings were right/left. oooooops. Whatever#i think thisll look better anyway? since i have my right ear pierced?#IDK If i hate it i can always redo it LOL but i dont think i will#cowboy posts
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𝜗𝜚 SWEETEST (CREAM)PIE ?!
☆ sum. you let him finish inside for the first time and he's never been the same since. toji, nanami, choso, gojo, sukuna.
warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, major breēding kinks, size kink, talks of pregnancy, praise, manhandling, mating press, pròne bone, doggy, pússy drunk men, dirty talk, implied multiple rounds, overstim, choking, squırting, praise, spanks, spıt, biting, bòob fondling, cum... balls... lots of cum
☆ CHOSO KAMO.
“p- please,” he swallows, beads of sweat racing down both sides of his forehead. you’ve never seen him so needy before. breathy minuscule gasps leave from his lips after each succulent thrust from your hips. “oh fuuuck,” he whines, your maddened bouncing against him already causing his pretty raven eyes to roll way back into the depths of his head. thin sable tresses of hair stick to his skin like glue as he’s openly glancing at your perfect cunt swallowing him whole every single time. your grip was purely enticing—he clenches down on his jaw as his scarred open palms cling to your rickety waist. “baby, wanna cum inside. wanna give you a-all of me.”
with a sleazy lopsided grin, you lean in to kiss the right side of his mouth. coral pink lips of his twitch at your sudden contact before he moans. “do it choso,” you sweetly coo, continuing to rut your jostling hips against his. your warmth—he couldn’t ever in his right mind fathom how good you felt from the inside. choso fell in love the second he eased his eager cock into your gummy walls. your words were as smooth as silk. “ ‘s okay, baby. you can cum inside.”
“okay,” he whimpers, and as your hips continue to buck, he buries his face into the cute exposed crook of your neck. “ ‘m not gonna miss, promise.”
choso bites down on his lip as he’s continuing to plummet his full balls into raw.
his breath continues to hitch and his head tosses itself back in sweet rapture.
“fuck, fuck, ‘s gonna be so much,” he whines, slick bodies grinding against each other in pure rhythmic sync. he’s just as hot as you—sweltering with perspiring sweat. your drooling chasm continues to grip around him and he’s hungry for more. with the way choso’s black lashes flutter and his hooded eyes droop, you could tell he was visibly pussy drunk. his brows furrow in pleasure as he feels your hands swiftly wrap around his neck. “y- yeah, choke me baby. please, fuck me.”
your bouncing against him accelerates quicker as he’s chasing his incoming orgasm—it’s coming quick and he can barely prepare himself. the pointed tips of his ears burn with parching heat as your plush keen thighs ricochet onto his own, continuously slap slap slapping against his skin. “that’s it, ‘cho,” you whisper, your body swerving back and forth to match his crazed tempo. he’s sitting up, taking in the flawless view of you riding him. so pretty, he’s practically speechless. nothing leaves out from his lips except for sweet melodic whimpers and looping cries of your name. “good boy, jus’ let go for me. make a mess, ‘s okay, baby.”
choso’s heart continues to race at your obscene words and he leans into your touch once your hand cups his right cheek. “y- your good boy?” he mewls, already feeling the slight twinge of tightness engulf around his cock. it feels so good, he’s always been poor with eye contact but at this current moment—his eyes never left yours. this new feeling, he couldn’t describe it. it left a saccharine taste in his mouth and he wanted more.
“my good boy,” you press a wet kiss near his temple, and he’s almost drooling at the spongy texture of your pussy squeezing and hugging around him. he’s getting off to your praises every time—it fuels him. choso’s hands never leave from your jerking waist and he’s trembling right underneath you. “hold my hips, yeah, that’s it,” you coo against the soft shell of his ear. choso whimpers, trying to follow your lewd instructions. he’s awkwardly holding you upright, making you bounce quicker down on his dick before he’s biting into your neck. “baby, ‘s okay, give it t’me.”
“fuck,” he gasps, compressing his pink glossed lips. he feels the pang of tightness that wraps around him and he doesn’t want the feeling to ever shy away. choso’s whining was so loud, it’s like a ringtone that you wanted to constantly hear on repeat. his hands remain on your waist, guiding your movements before he’s getting more vicious. just a tad bit—he’s hearing the sloshing squelches yelp out from your pussy and a large full breath gets caught in his throat the moment he cums. “baby, babyyy.”
there’s a subtle popping in his ears once he finally feels it. the searing hot friction that glues against both sloppy mounds has his silently babbling out more whispers of your name. your broke him—he was an entire sloppy mess and the cute pussy drunken grin that slowly spreads against his lips prove that. you moan right with him, running your tangled fingers through his black loose locks. it was so intense—and as he’s finally cumming, his voice cutely cracks.
“hngh,” he squeezes his eyes shut, now filling you up with such mucilaginous masses of cum. it’s so much, so thick that it’s overwhelming a bit—even for him, and he leans in to kiss you. it’s a wet filthy kiss, he’s not as passionate as he usually is and this time, he’s more sloppy. as his tongue moves in tavern with yours, he’s still shamelessly dumping loads and loads into you, gifting you with such hot amounts of seed. “i- i love you,” he whimpers between kisses, strands of saliva colliding against yours. his heart’s thumping right out of his chest in hurriedly beats as he’s holding you, using his left hand to give your right asscheek a soft needy squeeze. “s- so much.”
“i love you—too,” you moan between unkempt kisses as parching ropes spurt deep into your womb. your thighs were sticky, and he’s panting before tenderly nibbling against your bottom lip. choso was so in love. once your pointer finger runs a straight line down his bare chiseled chest and you give him that look, he’s damn near ready to propose. you had him weak, and he only wanted to fill you up more again, and again. .
choso grows quiet as you both come to a halting pause. his strong beefy arms wrap around your torso and he’s holding you close, devastatingly breaking away from the kiss with a pout. “y- you milked me,” he whines, leaning down toward your neck to seep his teeth into your skin softly. he can’t help but suck against your collarbone, gingerly swirling his warm tongue near your flesh. so sweet, you’ve got him hooked and it’s only been a few minutes. “i wanna—i wanna do it again, baby.”
“of course you do,” you sweetly tease, feeling as full as you’ve ever been. choso came so much that it’s spewing all down your thighs. you’re weakly grinding against him before you cup his face one more time—planting a chaste kiss on his lips once more. “y’know, you could get me pregnant, choso.”
his eyes light up at your words, and a whine leaves his lips once he grabs your ass again. “pregnant,” he repeats in a low voice, his adam’s apple bobbing. “i- i wanna try gettin’ you pregnant now, baby,” and his eyes meet yours. the most feral look he’s ever gave you by far. you gulp, and choso leans into your ear, a hand reaching down toward your cunt to squeeze it. “teach me more. i- i wanna make you a pretty mommy, please.”
☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO.
“hah, don’t say nasty shit like that ‘n not expect ‘ta get pregnant afterwards, doll,” a gruff voice murmurs from behind you, and suddenly you find yourself flipped over on your back. landing with a soft oof, a big palm swats against your ass and his swollen cockhead slaps down against your sopping leaky slit. toji groans, narrowing his eyes at your wet cunt, flicking a tongue across the notorious scar that always lives down the right side of his lip. the bed strenuously shudders inward from the abrupt weight and he’s slowly easing himself inside. “god, thought about fillin’ this pretty pussy up since i first laid eyes on you.”
“do it then,” you grumble, moaning once his fat fingers drag further down your twitching folds. right at your exact words, he smacks your ass again without warning and you let off a cute yelp. “ngh,” you bite the inside of your cheek, preparing to take even more of hod thickset heavy inches.
toji was always big—you feel your mouth starting to shamefully water at how he’s easily stretching your cunt open. you’re so quiet that you hear yourself squelching and squeaking around him, ‘pop’ after ‘pop’ ringing through one ear and out the other. “quiet, babygirl. this slutty pussy should be the only thing who’s talkin’, not you.”
you moan at the familiar position you were in yet again—his favorite, doggystyle.
toji always made sure you had the most presentable arch for him, and he grunts the second his dick’s stretching you out from the inside. “atta fuckin’ girl, thereeee we go,” he feels you writhing, groaning at the gummy texture of your walls mightily gripping around him tight. toji gnaws on his lip once he sees your ass throwing back into him forward and he snickers once he catches you’re trying to secretly crawl away.
“hey,” he cocks his head, wrapping all five digits around your neck softly. at his grasp, he reels you right back into him and you moan once his cock’s resuming to deeply barrel itself inside until it can’t no more. “you wanted a good fillin’ so y’er gonna take it, not run,” and your cunt immediately pulsates from his lewd risqué words. “got me?”
“y- yes,” you whine, and you can’t help but gasp at the way your legs nearly give out just from his weighty size alone. you’ve taken him more times than you could count, but every time always felt like the first. your hands precariously grab onto the velvet-colored sheets before you bawl them up into your sweaty open palms. “fuuuck, jus hurry up toji. always take so fuckin’ long.”
“caaareful,” he warns you in a gruff voice, and he starts pounding right into you. you almost choke on the saliva that resides near the far back of your throat as his sharp hips pivot. there’s a sly undertone in his words as he speaks—and toji’s cock buries deeper into your soaked cunt until he’s really nice and snug. “you watch how ya speak ‘ta me. for all i care i could stop right now ‘n make you finish yourself off.”
a pout curls against your lips at his words, but his hips were just so mean and sloppy. you’re jerking back and forth against the stained sheets with his crushing weight endlessly hovering right over you. just a few more inches and he’d be literally crushing you for real, pounding into you much deeper than he already was.
“fuck,” you bite down on your jaw, and the bed starts to wail out in sweet agony. the constant creaks were getting hard to ignore, and callused hands of his continue to spank your ass every few seconds. “tojiiii, fuck right there . . please,” and he’s so deep that you feel his jutting dick pump in gummy areas that made your stomach churn. so good, all you could even think about was imagining his cum spilling all down your thighs and flooding your cunt full. “cum in—ow!”
he jibes once his rough bare hands snake between your slick thighs, gifting your slobbering stuffed pussy with a single mean smack of its own. you moan at his touch, and as you’re just profusely sopping wet, you grind your teeth against each other as his rowdy pace becomes even more ruthless. with toji—he could never keep his hands off of you, you’d have to pry them off. he’s touching and feeling you up everywhere, giving you slow yet deep thorough strokes every second.
scarred big hands grab near your tits, massaging the centers of his thumbs against your nipples as he’s now in prone bone. “yeah, that’s it,” he lets out a raspy whisper next to your ear. as he’s slowly swerving his hips into yours, his long tongue flicks against your lobe. “you don’t care about nothin’ dontcha, you jus want a fuckin’ baby, huh,” and he’s still got both hands attached to your breasts, moving his lips to pepper toward your neck. you moan from his hot touch, feeling your cunt eagerly gape up around him. so thick, the stretch always made your mouth water and knees buckle within you. “wanna be my pretty mama, all swollen ‘n pretty jus for me. you want that don’t ya?”
“y- yes,” you nod, his mushroom tip continuing to kiss near the goopy insides of your cunt. toji sinks his teeth into your neck, and he grunts once his rhythm starts to get relentless - he’s snapping into you deep and he’s hitting you raw. your tongue was all lolled out and you were very much dumb from his cock. completely dumbfounded—not a single thought went through your mind, and as he’s tempestuously pumping you full of heavy inches, his head tilts back once he finally cums.
viscous sweaty limbs glissade and rub off against each other as he slows completely down. toji groans loudly, and it’s a sexy guttural bellow that makes your cunt pathetically twitch. “oh fuck,” and as if on que, hot balmy ropes trickle right into you, shooting way into your sweet welcoming womb. toji’s pants grow heavy, and he feels your weak body shiver right underneath him. it’s cute. his big burly arms flex as he wraps each bicep around you whilst he’s still plugged in, giving you ribbons of seed that then starts to tear down each of your trembly thighs.
“ugh, fuckin’ messy girl,” he swallows, and your honeyed slick unapologetically pours right on him, making an even bigger mess. his hips movements were as slow as a snail—and now, he’s just holding you, still propped up from behind. toji groans hoarsely into your ear, hearing your squelching cunt moan out its own desperate pleas before he tantalizingly pulls out. “god, look at this shit.”
your breath grows shallow and shaky as he’s still pressed on top of you—sinking his weight against your own trembly body. the bed dips at the pounds of heavy weight and toji creeps a hand down between your unsteady thighs again, this time brushing a few plump fingers down your clit.
“mhm,” he huffs, a swollen fat thumb scooping up a few excess remnants of cum before bringing it toward his lips. once he spins you around so you could face him, you watch with dewy hooded eyes. you’re panting heavily before he shamelessly laps the mess up with his tongue. toji pops his thumb right into his mouth before pulling you into a sultry wet kiss just for you to taste it for yourself. with two echoing smacks of crashing lips, he pulls away, tenderly rabbing your chin.
with a smug, sleazy grin pulling against his lips, cold viridescent eyes bore into you and he pats your tummy. “you’re gonna be such a good mama for me, yeahhh you fuckin’ are.”
☆ NANAMI KENTO.
after you let nanami finish inside, it’s almost as if he’s a changed man. he fully submits to you, and once you let him finish inside, he quickly becomes addicted. he wants you to do it again, and again, and again—milk him for all that he’s worth, use him for your pleasure instead of his.
“use me,” he pleads in a gruff voice, his back hitting against the fat cushioned pillows made of cottony fluff. just a few seconds ago at the least, he just came inside and yet, he wants more. he wants to feel more of you, and as you return his lustful gaze, you’re met with the most kindest fawn eyes. nanami still had his work clothes on, barely. his tie was halfway tugged out and his slacks were halfway on. nanami’s tucked out collar had lip stain marks stained everywhere, all because of you. he clings onto your waist as you’re still stuffed with such amounts of cock before he repeats himself, his husky voice cracking and faltering from each sentence. “use me, sweetheart. i need it, need you.”
“say please,” you lean up against his ear, hot breath fanning up against the sensitive shell of his earlobe. nanami shivers, and the blond tresses that stick against his forehead tickle against your skin. you’re so close—you can smell his loud wooden cologne scent, you can even almost taste it. he always wears the brands you really like. nanami groans from your continuous teasing, feeling his own dumps of cum stir inside of you as your hips continue to jostle against him.
with a longing grunt, he sighs. “please, please use me,” and you feel his beefy arms wrap around your body. you teasingly trail a finger down his perfectly sculptured chest, toying with the loose fabric of his tie and watch as his lips squeeze up into a needy pout. your hips—he was never ever a match for them, for you.
nanami stares at your pretty thighs that merely stick together due to such amounts of glutinous candied ropes trying to ooze all out of your cunt. he grows sheepish, scratching down near the undercut of his hair. “m- my love, you’re . . bein’ quite the tease t’night, no?”
“i just like hearing you beg,” you sweetly coo, and his pecs abruptly clench. your pussy’s keeping him so warm that it’s almost not fair. nanami’s panting like a dog as his arms wraps around you. he’s so pretty like this, all defenseless and submissive—the pout that continues to spread across his lips was only the icing on the cake. once you move again, you’re barely even moving your hips and yet you’re still keeping his dribbling seed stuffed inside. it’s thick and creamy, a few droplets start to stream down the insides of your thighs and he can’t help but drag a finger against the tenacious stringy strings of hot perspiring cum. “fuck, you feel it too, ‘ken?”
nanami swallows, and he’s just speechless as he feels himself delicately pumping you full of all that he’s worth—its lewd enough to make his mouth, and his favorite part was to just grow quiet and listen to the harmonic sounds of your sloppy talkative cunt squelch out its final concluding sounds. so sweet, he holds you tight before burying his face right between your breasts, nodding weakly. “y- yes,” he mumbles, and his entire body was hot. all because of you, there’s a sweet lingering taste in his mouth and his eyes continue to grow hooded and low from your gripping sappy folds.
“ugh, sweetheart. ‘m gonna cum again jus from how good you feel,” he warns softly, his tongue gently lapping near your exposed nipples. you gasp, letting off a shivering moan yourself once his faint kitten licks swiftly turn into full blown sucks. he’s sucking on each of your tits tenderly, with care. “mmph,” his mouth was full, and strands of saliva drag out from his lips as he gives each mound its deserved uninvited attention. every few seconds, nanami’s brown eyes peer back up at you and that’s when you deuce to give his head a soft pat. “you drive me crazy, honey.”
“i know,” you whisper, your arms still thrown over his slump heavy shoulders. nanami’s face softens the more he looks at you and oh, he’s so in love.
a twist of a smile purses against his lips as he sees you leaning in. once he sits up again from your chest, nanami’s entire body feels weak the moment you entrap his quivering soft lips with a kiss yet again, taking his shallow breath away once more.
“ ‘s okay, relax,” you purr in a syrupy voice between wet needy kisses, your hips continuing to rut up against him again in soft juddering jerks. he groans in your mouth, scissoring your swollen insides with his flaccidly soft cock. fuck, he was so sensitive. his entire body felt as if it was on autopilot, and your teasing didn’t exactly help things. your pretty cunt’s got him caught and enticed in a trance that he never wanted to escape out of — and that’s when a whine leaves his lips once he realizes that he’s cumming again.
spurts of hot seed shoot into you raw and he pulls away from your lips to gasp for air, digging his stubby nails firmly into your hips. “fuck, fuck,” and even his swear words sounded so pretty. nanami prefers it like this so much—he prefers it without the stupid feeling of rubber getting in the way, he prefers to feel the real thing.
you feel his swollen heavy base sink down from underneath you as he’s pouring such thick viscid clumps inside of you. “fnhh, hold me,” he pleads, and he’s shivering. you raise a brow and he grumps before abruptly rephrasing his lewd sentence, adding on a single word. “. . please.”
“good boy,” you whisper, holding him tight. nanami’s a mess crumbling right within your hold and he gnaws on his lip at the feeling of himself flooding you full. with cute exaggerated deep breaths, he’s languidly dumping in yet another hot load of cum inside of you. buttery white strings tape and glue against the sides of your legs and he feels his heart pulse quicken at your sudden praises. “that’s it, let go f’ me. make a mess, baby. ‘s oka—”
“just marry me already,” he moans, cutting you off mid-sentence. his face flushed and he just couldn’t take it anymore. he needed you, and he was already whipped. nanami can barely comprehend the things he’s spewing out from his wet parted lips but he doesn’t care. his face goes to shove back into the valley of your chest before he speaks in a cute mumble.
“fuck, i need you to be my wife. w- wanna do this every day day with you. please marry me, please.”
☆ SATORU GOJO.
“but—but baby please,” he pouts, his bottom lip quivering as he stares at your cute twitching body writhing underneath him.
frosty blue eyes rover down toward your stomach and it’s so cute—so swollen and plump. he’s been filling you up for hours, though of course for satoru, those hours only felt like minutes. his stamina was always equivalent to a horse. when it comes to satoru gojo, he fucks you mean and good at the same time until you’re just a babbling mess with his cum dribbling down your thighs.
like you are now,
he’s got you in nothing more but mating press and his weight’s nearly crushing you. satoru’s hovering over you and he leans in to tenderly suck near your exposed collarbone. “more, ‘m not done. my angel’s tummy isn’t plump enough yet.”
“ ‘toru, you always do this,” you moan, shaky flimsy arms wrapping around his broad pent up shoulders. he returns your gaze, and as the two of you lock eye contact, he’s nothing but feral. satoru’s heavily panting, bottomed out entirely inside of your pretty pussy as you’re trapping him with your sopping wet warmth. you’ve lost track of how many rounds it’s been, all you knew was that you were just as much of a mess as he was. satoru leans in for a kiss and you merrily return it, gasping once he starts to hump on you. he can’t help it, and his big broad hands sneak toward your bouncy tits, grabbing them softly. “ngh, ‘m full ‘toru, fuck.”
“but i wan’ you to get fuller,” he whispers in a raspy tone, and snowy white strands of hair occlude his eye sight from the constant unsteady movements. he’s so pretty, even more pretty up close. satoru’s thrusts become sloppy within seconds, and his fat cock’s emitting out even more slimy ropes of cum.
he grunts, burying his face into your neck as your sappy folds drip with racy filth of its own. so good, you can hear his choking whimpers continue to coo out from the back of his throat as his washboard abs press right up against your chest. “ugh, good girl. take it all f’me, you always take it so good everytime, fuck,” his brows curl up due to the overwhelming feeling of inevitable euphoria. satoru licks a stripe near your neck as he’s still rocking his hips into you slowly, and he grunts. “good girl, make me a daddy. ‘m gonna give you all my kids, promise.”
as he scrupulously pivots his hips further into you, his tremulous pants become more and more raspy. that little subtle detail about the changing patterns of his heavy breathing was attractive. his cock freely rummages through your greedy walls and satoru bites down on his lip, hard.
he was practically bending you, stretching you out as if your limbs were nothing but elastic. “s- satoruuu,” you babble as your cunt continues to clamp on and around him. so sloppy, your own sappy slick juices create a lewd concoction of filth as both bodies continue to move and pulverize against each other. the sharp collision of his hips that repeatedly slams into you leaves you speechless and entirely dumbfounded. he’s so rough, yet his hands were always gentle and tender. satoru loved more than anything to treat your pretty jerking body underneath him like a rag doll. “fuck, slow down ‘m gonna cu— oh!”
his bumpy crownhead vigorously kisses up against your sweetest spot thrice, and that’s when you feel finally yourself letting go. his hips punctuate within each jagged thrust and you don’t even realize that you’re gushing right down his cock. it was a feeling unlike any other.
“mhm,” he raises a brow, feeling a sudden spurt splash against him. satoru’s breathing gets irregular again as the bed resumes to creak until it’s just crying out desperate pathetic mewls. with skin continuing to stick against skin, you two were practically glued to each other. satoru’s throat grows dry once he registers that you just squirted on him, and he’s got the most smug expression. “oh,” he hums, slowly raising up one of your legs. with droopy eyes and a lazily hung open mouth, you watch as he playfully licks your ankle. “my baby jus squirted on me ‘n she didn’t even ask, how rude.”
“s- satoru,” you stammer out his name again, and you’re so feebly dumb from his cock that those same three vowels continue to slither from your lips again and again and again until you sound like a broken record. your body shook underneath him and he softly grabs your chin, still barreling his hefty cock deep inside. a shadowing flush of embarrassment overtakes you as you feel yourself staining the sheets with a grey forming tint. instinctively, your hands go up to cover your face and satoru snickers.
“nuh uh don’t do that,” he sweetly purrs, grabbing your wrists and planting a kiss near the center of your forehead. once his lips ghost against your skin, you feel hot again and he flashes you a cheeky grin despite how he was sweating bullets. “such a pretty girl,” and you moan, feeling him slowly pull out. the slippery piles of cum drool out from your saturated folds and you hear the ‘popping’ squelches slosh. satoru kisses the back of your hand, and he aligns himself once more, leaning up close to your ear.
“but baby, you’d be an even prettier mommy.“
☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.
“stupid woman,” the demon snarls, slumping back against his royal throne with you straddling him.
all various crimson eyes of his maliciously bore into you as you’re grinding your hips against him, bucking sloppily into his very being. one of his arms wrap around your waist before he tilts your chin up to face him directly. you’re met with the eyes of the notorious sukuna ryomen, and a thumb rubs against your bottom lip before he scoffs. “tsk. is that what you truly desire? to be stuffed by me until your weak cunt’s all flooded with my cum?”
“y- yes,” you say in a whiny tone, hauling your flimsy arms over his broad shoulders. sukuna’s body was very big, and his frame was even bigger. you had some amounts of mercy since he was sitting down—but if he was standing up, you’d have an another force to be reckoned with.
his warmth frequently envelops your pasty walls as you continue to move in careless sync with his sharply structured hips. but fuck, every time your ass jostled into him, you felt his second cock that’s stacked from behind brush up against your swollen cunt. those brief feelings of gripping friction always makes your thighs shiver and send a school of butterflies to assault inside the pits of your stomach. you moan, secretly wishing you were taking both of him instead of just one. “finish inside, ‘kuna. please, i need it.”
he jeers at your plea, holding you in place as your body continues to grind straight into him—sweet wanton whines slip past your glossed lips as his bulbous tip continues to thrust into you in and out. “what you need is some manners, girl,” he playfully flicks your forehead, and you let off a sweet pouty whimper.
“uh huh,” and he lies further back against his regal throne, sitting upright with his left thigh bouncing to tease you even more. skin roughly slaps amongst each other in such a crude way that it makes all of the hairs near your neck stand up. every sound being made echos through his chambers and you’re just hoping that no one heard. the demon then grabs your chin again, pressing a chaste deep kiss onto your pretty quivering lips. “fuck, ‘m gonna make you my queen. ya gonna give me dozens of demon brats, ‘s that what you want, princess?”
“mhm,” you nod, and he barely gives you a chance to reply with the way his crooked lips slam onto yours. sukuna tastes sweet, he always does.
a rich sugary flavor coats his forked tongue as your own delves straight into his mouth. your body blissfully saws against his in such insane sync that it makes you feel tingles everywhere.
sukuna smugly hums, feeling your cute curious human hands roam down the edges of his silky made kimono. “please,” you croak between sweet needy kisses, his cock repeatedly hammering up against that spot every single time. it was as if his cock was a dart and your swollen pulsating cunt was the target. after each striking sloppy thrust, he’s hitting bullseye every second. with the way he’s hitting you in all the right spots at the right exact time, it scratches a carnal itch in your brain that leaves you utterly stupid for a few seconds. “make me your queen, ‘kuna. breed me, make me f- full.”
by this point, he’s just using you as his own personal—favorite—fleshlight. two wide hands glue to your waist, sharp dark fingernails teasingly stroking against your skin as he’s bouncing you up and down his bulging massive shaft.
you moan, feeling his ruby red eyes stare at you menacingly the entire time, and you’re chasing each drawn out pant of your shallow irregular breaths. “c’mon then,” he snarls, baring a single serrated fang. the both of you were so so close to shooting blanks until it eventually comes. everything comes immediately like a wave. “take it, princess.”
within seconds, you’re creaming down his cock and he’s pumping you full of thick ribbony ropes.
your cunt throbs the second he spills an entire whopping load inside of you raw, and you nuzzle your face into his neck. “s- sukuna,” you stammer, and your walls were forevermore oh so greedy, adjusting to the way your pussy convulses around him. you both cum in torrent and a surge of electricity pulses through each of your veins. it’s a slight feeling of tweaking pangs that efflux through the undersides of your thighs before your entire body erupts with shakes. “fuck, ‘s much.”
“ ‘n ya better take every drop, s-shit,” he groans, suddenly getting quiet once he feels your jittery hips start to pick up its bouncing again. he’s still sensitive, and he hisses before slumping back against his throne, trying to keep up his stern somber façade.
sukuna’s entire body was dipped in sweat, and his pink slit brows arch together in euphoric agony.
silence is his next response, and he’s still holding you by the waist, an oozing dribbling knot plugging into you effortlessly. it’s so warm and sweltering hot, a temperature you couldn’t even describe as well as your pussy ever could. the very pit of you stomach coils in lewd awe as you’re met with his now flaccid cock just stilling inside of you.
“c-curses, fuck me,” the demon shrills, grabbing your hips and bringing you to a pausing halt.
and for a split second, you could have sworn you just heard him, the king of curses whimper. .
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I know I’ve already gone on and on about what it’s like to have a size difference with Simon Riley, but I’m sorry, I just will never get over how big and strong this man is.
Like I feel like sometimes his size gets lost on us since he’s surrounded by other tall, buff military guys all the time. But y’all, I’m telling you, this man is big. Like 6’4, 250+ pounds, big enough to eclipse the sun big.
With a man that big, it honestly doesn’t even matter what size you are because he’s always going to be bigger and stronger than you anyway. You can be tall, short, stocky, thin, whatever, and this man is still fully capable (and willing? 👀) of snapping you in half like a twig.
Are you worried about potential home invaders? Well, you shouldn’t be. One quick flick of his wrist and he’s breaking the neck of anyone who tries to threaten you. Did you accidentally lock yourself out of the house? Well, don’t bother calling a locksmith. There’s no lock left to pick after he’s just caved the door in with his foot. Do you have a really stubborn jar you’re struggling to open? Well, hand it over, love. He can crack that sucker open in half a second flat.
But Lord, don’t even get me started when it comes to all the ways Simon uses that strength of his in the bedroom.
Like when he tells you to sit on his face so he can eat you out. Don’t even try it with that nervous, hovering, “I’m too heavy, Si,” bullshit. You better sit your ass down right when and where he tells you to or he’ll hold you down by the hips until he’s had his fill.
Or when, after a night of heavy flirting and teasing, he’s got that look in his eye as he corners you against your entryway wall. Don’t be surprised when one moment your feet are firmly planted on the ground, and the next you’re lifted into the air, your legs slung over his arms as he drills into you like you’re his own little fuck puppet.
Or when he’s got you spread out on his bed, got your knees up by your ears, got the backs of your thighs burning in a way that’s matched only by how your walls have to stretch to take his thick cock. Don’t think he’s being mean or malicious when he sees your eyes well with tears but does nothing to change the way he’s fucking down into you. It’s not that Simon doesn’t care whenever you cry and quiver and plead with him to go easier on you, it’s that he knows the truth. He knows that, deep down, you love when he handles you like he isn’t afraid to break you.
#in conclusion i need this man to crush me to smithereens please and thanks 😌#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut#cod smut#ghost cod#ghost mw2#simon riley x you#cod x reader#call of duty x reader#cod mw2#call of duty#modern warfare 2
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older bf satoru catches you masturbating <3
𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). māsturbation. turns into cunnilingus. squirting. reader gets called ‘baby, angel, little girl’
you miss satoru so much. he had left you behind in his apartment after getting a call from a colleague, who needed help defeating a curse nearby. it’s been a few hours since then and you’re bored.
bored and horny.
you’re still riled up from the heated make out session you had with satoru before he departed. the one that got interrupted by that damned phone call. you need him back with you—for his slender fingers to touch you and his mouth to kiss you all over.
all you have of him is his shirt. you’re wearing it whilst laying back in his bed, the fabric seemingly oversized on your body. his scent is making you lightheaded. dizzy, to the point your hand moves down on its own.
“mhhg,” you cover your mouth with your free hand, not wanting to risk anything, even if you’re the only one in this apartment. you waste no time dipping your fingers underneath your panties, circling your clit with your thumb while your index and middle finger rub your moist folds.
all you can do is imagine that it’s satoru pleasuring you. he always does it so well—never once leaving you unsatisfied. you cannot recall the amount of times he’s made you squirt from just rubbing your cunt. you’re so touch deprived and he knows how to take advantage of that.
remembering that one moment where your boyfriend had you seated on his lap on the couch makes you increase the pace of your fingers. how he was so focused on listening to the news whilst gently rubbing your tingly cunt over the material of your panties, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
you recall how your panties were quite literally soaking after three whole orgasms. not once did his fingers directly touch your pussy, and yet he managed to elicit such strong reactions from you.
a frustrated whine in the shape of his name leaves your mouth. you want satoru back, so so badly. you want him to whisper sweet nothings inside of your ears as he makes love to you. that smooth and soothing voice of his makes you weak.
“fuck, angel,” satoru’s voice interrupts your little session. your eyes widen and you immediately pull your fingers out of your aching hole. you stammer and stutter, stumbling over your words as you look at the white-haired man standing at the doorframe of his room.
how do you even explain yourself?
your gaze flickers downwards which grants you the delicious sight of his bulge. his hand is right on top of it, indicating that he’s been touching himself before he decided to make his presence known.
satoru is panting, the sweat already starting to form on his forehead. he walks up to the bed and pries your hands away from your cunt. his cock stirs in his boxer briefs at the sight of you in his shirt. you’re so adorable to the older man. so needy. . .
without a word and like a starved man, satoru spreads your legs and yanks your panties down. your cunt is warm and soppy, the slick trail staining your underwear telling him enough. he doesn’t hesitate before diving his head between your plush thighs.
you feel a rush of warmth go through your body the instant his tongue comes into contact with your pussy. satoru’s nose repeatedly bumps against your clit as he tries to press his entire mouth onto your folds. his tongue lolls out, the tip navigating up and down your slit before pushing through, finding that little hole he can’t wait to devour.
“thank you for preparing my meal f’me while i was away,” satoru hums against your cunt before pulling back to allow his fingers to explore you. he glances up at you with a proud smirk before placing his mouth back where it belongs. he can’t let all the prep you did go to waste after all, “she’s fuckin’ delicious, baby.”
your hands pull at his hair in response, gaining a needy whine from your lover. he nearly chokes on both his spit and your juices. his hands hold onto the back of your knees and he uses that firm grip to push your legs further apart.
you’re nearly seeing stars. you didn’t even have time to register satoru’s sudden appearance. hell, you couldn’t even greet him or welcome him back home. that man wasted zero time in getting between your legs, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow.
you stumble over your own words. no matter how hard you try, not a sentence is able to form. all that leaves your mouth are moans of pure pleasure. your thighs shake and your hips buck against your lover’s mouth. you’re more than desperate for a release.
“c’mon, say my name again,” satoru sighs as he circles his tongue around your wet hole. he prods at it, tongue fucking you to acquire as much of your fluids as possible. your sweet wetness is making him throb in his pants, “mhmmm— my naughty little girl couldn’t wait.”
the older man feels great satisfaction at the thought of you being unable to withstand your pleasures. the sinful sight of you trying to fuck yourself with your little fingers on his bed, with his shirt on, is engraved in his mind forever. the second you moan out his name again, he goes all out.
satoru’s tongue doesn’t stop. even when you squeal and beg him to slow down because you feel like you’re going to cum early. that’s exactly what he wants; having you squirt all over his mouth and face. he needs to be covered with your slick.
you tug at his hair again - thinking that’d make satoru pull away - though the effect is the exact opposite. “nhh, do ‘t again,” he whines and moans against your folds, lapping up all that your pussy gives. the loud slurping noises reverberate throughout the room.
satoru’s eyes are closed, his furrowed brows adding to the concentrated yet content look on his blushing face. his lips, which are usually glossy, glisten even more with the liquid your cunt secretes. his eyes open every now and then to take a peek at you—to see if you’re still enjoying what he does.
“bet your small fingers weren’t enough, hm? y’ need mine?” satoru coos once he finally pulls his head back to breathe. he licks his lips as he stares at you with glazed and half-lidded eyes, totally pussydrunk. you don’t even have to respond to his questions. the answers are obvious by the way you’re trembling and desperately babbling incoherent pleas.
your boyfriend nods in understanding. he pouts at you while his fingers rub up and down your spread pussy lips. the pad of his thumb manoeuvres from your gaping hole to the little bundle of nerves at the top. satoru sticks two fingers in your cunt without warning. your high pitched whimper makes him coo at you, “yeah, i know, baby. let it out.”
the white-haired sorcerer pumps his long fingers in and out of you, a rhythm so addicting that it’s impossible not to give in. your back arches off the mattress. you’re trying your best not to stain satoru’s shirt with your juices, though you have a feeling he’d secretly like that anyway.
“am so close, ‘toruuu—fnngh,” you gasp and instantly feel satoru’s tongue replace his fingers. he wants to taste and feel your tight cunt spasm all around his tongue and mouth while you reach that point of no return. he’s going to try his best not to cum untouched in his pants this time.
satoru holds your hips with his big hands, keeping you down so he could properly eat you out and make you release all that tension. your pussy tingles and throbs, and you truly feel like you’re going to ascend.
it feels way too good. inhumanly good.
“cum on my tongu—“ satoru can’t even finish his sentence. a loud moan slips from between your lips, followed by a grunt from your boyfriend. his eyes roll back as your cunt releases more of its lewd fluids—spraying the liquid all over his mouth and chin.
you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to notice the mess you’ve created on satoru’s face and his sheets; a complete and total mess. the older man doesn’t mind neither. in fact, he enjoys it.
“shitttt, that was fuckin’ hot,” satoru flashes you a wide grin. he’s still somewhat drunk on you, which is visible by the way he’s licking up your mess from both his chin and your body. he cleans your cunt with his tongue—even if it’s overstimulating you.
he’s a greedy man when it comes to you. he wants more, more and more. whatever you’re offering, he will get.
satoru’s hands rub your sides to comfort you. he places soft kisses over your clit and pussy, as if he’s thanking you for the meal he just had the pleasure of devouring. he looks up at you with a cheeky smirk before laying his head against your inner thigh, his tongue peeking out between his glossy lips;
“think you can give me one more?”
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#gojo smut#jjk x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x y/n
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F⍣CK HER ‘TILL SHE SORE!
★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ He’s not addicted to your cũnt—he swears. He swears even as he’s forced the fourth ōrgasm out of you tonight; and there’s more to come.
★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, smut (mdni), tit play, multiple örgasms, size difference (choso), slight còckwarming (nanami), reader referred to as (princess, baby, doll, good girl)
✧・゚𝓖. 𝓢 ✧・゚
Gojo didn’t even know how he even initially found himself inside you—it was like one second he was cuddling closer to you as his eyes glued to the tv, then another your leg was hoisted over his waist as he jerked his hips into you repeatedly. Was it his fault? Had he begged you to let him put just the tip in? Yes.
But you had given in, and that in its own was your mistake.
“Stay still, princess, wanna give it to you good,” he whispered in your ear, the way his shaky breath fanned past your neck causing goosebumps to bloom on your skin. You nodded, though it wasn’t a promise, and tried to take each passionate thrust of his girth he gave to you.
You were clutching the couch pillow for dear life, whining as you felt euphoria rock through you so pleasurably for the umpteenth time that night. The movie playing had long been forgotten—only serving as background noise, and to Satoru a nuisance since the sounds drowned out your heavenly moans.
He huffed into the skin of your neck, determined to now make you louder, and a hot slap landed on your left cheek, effectively coaxing a loud yelp from your lips. “Mh—!”
And you were sensitive by then, his seed dripping from your battered cunt, your body shivering and thighs quivering, but even then he was set on urging one last orgasm out of you.
Or two.
Hell, he couldn’t even promise it wouldn’t be three. But he just needed to stay inside of you.
Satoru’s hands came up from behind you before they latched onto your chest, groping your tits as he muttered lewd words in your ear.
“You like when I fucking play with these pretty tits, hm?” He kissed your shoulder, and you felt a smile form against your skin as the only thing you could let out was a weak whine—too drunk on his dick to speak. Satoru groaned at the sound, his lips finding your pulse point as he spoke.
“Always so dumb once I get inside you,”
✧・゚𝓒.𝓚✧・゚
Choso doesn’t have an exact idea of why he loves being buried inside you so much; perhaps it’s the way you sound, the way you feel, or the way you look—tears in your eyes and all—but he does know that he’d die happy if that meant he was inside you in his last moments.
And he absolutely adores every minute that he is.
Because with how much your greedy cunt is pulsing around him, and your manicured nails are scratching red lines down his back, Choso thinks he’s really found heaven. Right between your legs.
“Baby, slow down, Cho,” you whined, your sight obscured with tears though you could still make out the image of his sculpted body over yours, and he’s so big compared to you.
Sometimes he might forget that—but could you blame him though? Anyone would forget about some mere size difference when inside your addictive pussy, and he proved to be that anyone.
Choso leaned forward, and in the process his hair fell forward, framing both yours and his face. His hands ventured up your body and found their place on your chest, squeezing the meleable flesh.
“‘S okay, you can take it,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, uncaring of the slight drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. With each thrust the course hairs at his base tickled your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good your whole body was quivering with pleasure.
“Just..one more, baby,”
✧・゚𝓝.𝓚✧・゚
Sometimes Nanami finds himself wondering just what you do to him, how you’ve changed him in ways he couldn’t himself in the past years you’ve been together. He can't help but smile when he sees your infectious smile, and he melts when he hears your sweet laugh.
But, above all, you've created an addiction in him. One that he seems to think about every waking moment; even at work, and that’s new territory for him.
What’s worse is that you know. Always teasing him about how pussy drunk he is, how he’d really do anything just to be inside you—not like he’s denying that—but he can’t retaliate with the way the tips of his ears burn pink. So, he’ll prove it.
“Kento, what’re you—“ you cut yourself off with an uneven breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head in tandem with the way he pushes himself into you.
His strong arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in place, but he strangely doesn’t begin to move. The reason being—well, he’s testing himself. His resolve, his patience by not moving a single inch, even while being compressed by your tight warmth.
Which is proving to be a challenge already for Nanami.
“Proving to you that ‘m not—“ he halts, groaning and gritting his teeth as you slightly shift, causing a grin to flourish on your face.
“That you’re not what?” you retort, pushing your hips back onto him, taking him in deeper than he already was. Your hand reaches back and caresses his face, cooing above his lips. “Know you wanna move. ‘M not stopping you either, ken.”
You’re so close to his lips Nanami could move an inch and they’d touch, but he won’t, of course. But…when you’re fucking yourself on his cock, moaning out for him to hear, to tease him, Nanami thinks maybe there isn’t anything to prove.
Maybe he is drunk on your pussy.
✧・゚𝓣.𝓕✧・゚
Toji knows of his slight compulsion towards your pussy. His tendency to always want to be inside is truly something that needs to be studied—because there’s absolutely no way his sex drive should be this significant.
Admittedly, he is aware of his addiction, but will he take any action to try to change his behavior? No. That then becomes your problem to tackle, but you have the perfect solution.
“A what?” Toji mumbled, licking the scar on his lip as he creased an eyebrow upwards in confusion. You were sat on his lap, your arms looped around his neck and you began to speak.
“A Sex ban, Toji.” you attempted to suppress your grin when you saw the confusion on his face only deepen, and a big hand came to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.
“‘M not for all your little games today, doll. Got a mission tomorrow and y’know what that means.” he sighed, his free hand holding your waist, slowly sliding to the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.
“But, really baby, we—you need a break.” you protested, but just couldn’t counter back with the way his rough and thick fingers were already playing with your folds, gathering your essence.
Quickly, his lips were on yours and that shut you up, which gave him time to free himself from his sweats and enter you in one, swift motion.
He wasted no time in holding your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked at the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You weren’t one to talk about a sex ban when you could hardly even let him go on a mission for more than 2 days without complaining about how much you missed him and his magic dick.
“Now ya just be quiet and take what I give you, yeah?” he breathed in your ear as his big hands groped your tits, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. The pleasure coursed throughout your body so deliciously, already causing your thighs to begin quivering and your pussy pulsed around him, greedy to suck him dry.
“Good girl,”
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The dog I think of as My Dog was picked up from the shelter when I was about 16 and he was six months old. He was a cattle dog mix, which at the time was really uncommon in our area.
We were only getting a dog because my mom was worried about home invaders which was a bit insane as we were out in the country and we’d left our German Shepherd down in Arizona with my dad for complicated reasons.
I turned the corner and saw him. Instant connection. He was curled up dozing, all blue and white freckles with red ears and feeties. His clipboard said “SLY” in huge red letters. I called it softly and he opened his eyes, ears perking. He roused to sleepily amble toward me, lick my fingers, then go lay back down.
My mom joined me in dismay, seeing the love dripping off of me. She hadn’t wanted a puppy but it was clear which dog we were going home with.
Sly was a monstrous puppy. Fans of cattle dogs will be unsurprised to learn he was exceedingly clever, mischievous and Bored a Lot. It turned out his name hadn’t been Sly. It was Billy. But I think we all know why a huge red warning had been applied to his kennel. We named him Sly anyway.
My mom doesn’t remember threatening in earnest to bring him back but it happened. Sly loved to chew. He had no interest in fetch or most toys but he adored chewing. I lost headphones, backpack straps, and pillows to his voracious teething. We tried to dissuade him. He just learned to chew when we weren’t looking. Then one day, clever but not smart, he set his teeth to a plugged in cord and electrocuted himself. He was fine, just really startled!
Thus ended the chewing, forever.
He wouldn’t even pick up toys. He was fully convinced having things in his mouth was only a matter of time before they turned on him. He’d run after a ball at dog parks, grab it in the euphoria of the chase, then immediately spit it out.
He was still a lot of dog and my moms rumblings about his poor behavior led me to join 4H with him. My friend Lia was in with her spaniels so I had an in. We did twice weekly training in obedience and showmanship.
That was it. Sly transformed into the best dog. From a bored unmanageable puppy he became a partner, ready to work on whatever we needed to work on. He learned buckets of commands, eager to please. Sit, down, wait, stand, front, back up, shake, roll, heel. The only thing we could never convince him to do was speak. His bark was reserved for Danger.
We went to compete in the county fair together, entering obedience trials and dog show portions.
The instructions are clearly stated before obedience testing. A dog must stay sitting for two minutes when told to stay, and three minutes for laying down. If our dog broke we were not supposed to speak to reissue commands, simply wait quietly.
It was us in a line with five other dogs. He passed the sitting part just fine. The down one was longer and a wretched golden retriever broke. But then his trainer pulled out a ball and started trying to redirect him with it. The other dogs watched with interest but stayed down. Sly started up. He desperately wanted to herd the golden back into place.
With elbows off the ground he froze, realizing his mistake. His head whipped to me. In silence, I swept my arm down in the nonverbal command for down. He dropped obediently and watched me fixedly for the rest of the time. I think he could feel my disappointment.
We failed.
But the judge came up to us afterward as I was petting him and said, “I was so impressed your dog knows nonverbal commands, and that other dog was so distracting! Let’s retest with the next batch.”
I was thrilled and Sly was steadfast, staring unblinkly at me for the full three minutes with utter determination. He won blue ribbons in obedience and got later best in breed since there was no other cattle dogs.
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Cat & Dog [L.H.]
✧ Logan Howlett x kitty hybrid!reader
✧ summary: Logan rescues you, a kitty hybrid, on a mission and you become infatuated with him. (that’s all the plot you get, the rest is porn lol <3)
✧ warnings: smut 18+, unequal power dynamics bc Logan saves reader (and she’s a bit naive and inexperienced), kitty hybrid!reader (human with kitty ears, a tail, claws and kind of fangs and she purrs), reader’s first time, unprotected piv, oral sex, Logan teases reader a lot, slight daddy kink (like two mentions – still figuring out whether i like it for Logan), implied age gap, pet names (baby, bub, kid (not during sex), sweetheart, kitty — at first mockingly but then not), reader making biscuits on Logan w/ her claws lol, slight pain kink, Logan teaches reader about consent, uh i ignored that the reader’s probably gone through some trauma lool, Logan is indifferent to reader’s feelings for him at first but it changes, reader wears Logan’s hoodie; alternative summary that i thought was too cringe to use: Logan’s a nasty dog and you’re his pretty kitty.
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Logan Howlett is your saviour — the most handsome hero to ever exist.
He finds you on a mission, abandoned like the runt of the litter. The only reason he knows you’re still alive as he carefully approaches you, curled into a ball, is because his strengthened senses allow him to hear your dull heartbeat, and the matted tail at your lower back bristles when you hear him come closer.
“I’ll get you out of here, kid. You’re safe now,” he says, telling you his name and that he’s part of the X-Men. You turn slightly at the sound of one of his claws unsheathing, and watch him use it to pick the lock of the cage you’re being held in.
He opens the door and takes more steps backwards than necessary, “There you go.”
You’d be able to dart straight past him and escape. You trust him. He smells different from the men that locked you in here, too. Sure, he smells a bit doggish, or like a wolf maybe, but he’s sweaty from fighting men to get to you so you’re not going to complain.
You slowly crawl through the cage door on all fours, feeling his eyes rake over your body. You don’t know why he’s staring – apart from your tail, and, sure, your ears, you have the body of a human – but you don’t mind it. You immediately feel warm in his presence. Everything is about to get better, all thanks to him.
He carries you in his arms when you’re too weak to even stand and you’ve never felt as peaceful and protected as when he holds you, and you cling to him with all the energy you have left. You can’t help but hiss when he puts you down in the seat next to him instead of in his lap to get you home.
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It’s now been two weeks since you last saw Logan. He gave you his zip hoodie to keep you warm as soon as you got to the mansion and he didn’t leave your side until you were safely in the infirmary. You wish he never left.
They’re insisting on keeping you in here to heal, ignoring every time you ask for Logan. You feel healthy – they’ve even made your tail all pretty and fluffy again – so you take it upon yourself to find him.
You sneak out of the infirmary late at night, and all you have to do to find Logan is follow your senses.
Once you’ve located his room, you push the door open without any thought. He’s in bed but he’s still awake. The light on his nightstand casts a glow over the room and you smile when you finally see him again.
“What’re you doing here, kid?” he asks, sitting up slightly. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers, and you eye the muscles from his chest down to his abdomen, noticing the delicious layer of hair he has all over.
“Can’t sleep,” you take a step over the threshold, holding onto the door shyly.
Logan smiles, more to himself, “Was wondering when I’d see you again, bub.”
“Was waiting for you to come visit me,” you pout. You jut out your hip to one side, your tail curling upwards and peeking out behind your legs. You’re showing off. Last time he saw your tail, it was all tattered, but now it’s soft and bouncy again. You see Logan looking at it, smiling slightly, but he doesn’t compliment it like you hoped.
“We barely know each other. It’s nothing personal, kid. It was a standard mission. Anyone from our team could have got you first.” It stings that he doesn’t find your bond as special as you do, but you don’t mind if you have to do some convincing. He’s worth it.
“But we do know each other,” you close the door and make your way to his bed, “You saved me. I wouldn’t be alive without you. I just want to show you my appreciation.” You’re at the foot of his bed, crawling onto it on all fours. You’d never normally be this blunt but you can’t help yourself around him. Your need for him has taken over your entire being in the last two weeks.
You watch him taking you in. Your movements are sensual and sleek – feline. You know he’s never been with someone like you, and you’re happy for him to take his time if he needs it. Perching on his bed, between his spread legs, you slowly unzip the hoodie of his that you’re still wearing.
His eyes follow the languid movement as you drag the zipper down, revealing your simple black top underneath. It clings to your skin in all the right places in the same way that your soft, tight, black shorts do.
“Looks good on you,” he nods towards the hoodie.
“Do you want me to keep it on?” You ask, but he shakes his head, smiling.
“It’ll look better off.”
You unzip it fully, throwing it to the side of the bed.
“Can I stay with you?” you lean over him. He’s about to open his mouth, and you have a feeling he’s going to tell you no.
“Please,” you cut him off.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he huffs, moving to give your ears a light scratch, “you can stay for a bit”. He’s intrigued enough to let you stay – you can hear it in his elevated heartbeat – and you don’t mind if curiosity is the only reason he’s keeping you with him for now.
He paws at your fluffy ears, almost groping you, unsure how to treat you, but you haven’t been touched there in so long that it feels like heaven anyway.
“Who’s a good kitty?” he mocks as he gets the sweet spot behind your ear, but you don’t realise he’s teasing you, pushing your head further against his hand in bliss as you begin to purr.
Logan isn’t sure how you’re making the noise, but it turns him on. He wants to hear more of it, “Well, don’t you sound pretty?”
Your purring intensifies. You move down his body and settle over his legs, your head in his lap as his hand stays on your head. It’s then that Logan realises he’s already half-hard. The only reason he let you in was because he’s sexually intrigued by you, your cute demeanour and that fluffy tail somehow doing it for him. But he wasn’t planning on actually doing anything — not until now.
Your face is mere inches from his cock and he’s starting to ache to do something about it, getting harder. You’re still trying to find the most comfortable position as you rub your cheek across his lap like a little cat. You stop when you feel his erection.
“Are you hard?” you ask bluntly, eyes all wide.
“I am, bub.”
“For me?” you purr quietly.
“All for you.” Logan tips his head to the side, waiting to see your reaction. He can tell that whatever you’re asking him next is taking you a bit more courage. He watches you gnaw on your lip all cutely.
“I’ve never seen a cock before…” you confess, and Logan stifles a laugh.
“Y’wanna?” He surprises himself when he says it. At first, he thought your affection was simply that of the saved towards her saviour, or familial maybe, but he’s not mad at this.
Logan gets fully hard as you nod at him in such awe, your tail curling around his bare leg, and it’s even softer than it looks.
He pushes his boxers down just enough to pull out his cock, jerking himself off for just a few seconds to get some friction. You’re staring at it as you move your legs back, instinctively arching your back with your ass up.
Your tail bobs behind you Logan can’t resist giving it a light tug, curling his finger around it. “Mmh,” you huff, pulling your tail away by instinct.
“Sorry, kitty,” he chuckles, “just wanted to feel it.” Your cheeks warm at his confession and you move your tail back in the direction of his hand so he can reach for it when he wants to. Your tail is your pride and you won’t let just anyone touch it – Logan’s the exception. He can gladly dominate you by tugging at your tail all day if he wants.
He smiles as he touches your tail again, letting it glide through his fist from the bottom to the tip of your fur. “Such a pretty kitty,” he hums as he bites his lip.
Hearing that he likes it pleases you more than you would’ve thought and you begin to purr again. You’re not exactly sure how to go down on a man, but you let your intuition guide you as you lower your face to press a wet kiss to the tip of Logan’s cock.
Suddenly, he’s pulling you back up by the scruff of your neck.
“Ah-ah. Manners, bub. You gotta ask first, you don’t know that?” Logan scolds.
His expression goes soft as you shake your head all sadly and apologetically, “‘S okay, kitty. I’ll teach you. Say please.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
You look at him as you get back up on all fours, leaning close to his face. You want to kiss him so bad but you gather you’re not allowed to do that without asking either.
“Please can I kiss you, daddy?” you ask.
Logan is surprised, not unpleasantly, at the word, “Where’d you get that from?”
You shrug, and even that movement is fluid and smooth. “Just wanted to call you that. ‘S that okay?” You slur, head already clouded with pleasure and Logan.
He nods and places his hand back on your neck, pulling you towards him as your face reaches his in a searing kiss. He’s hungry for you, devouring you with his mouth and tongue and teeth immediately. His hand glides down your spine and to the side of your ass, grabbing you there.
You purr against his lips as his other hand squeezes the flesh at your waist, and the vibration feels so good to him. You lower yourself against him so you’re chest to chest, and your belly rubs against his cock as some of his precum spills between you two, rubbing up against your skin and dripping onto his own abs.
Logan gently pulls you off, “Be a good girl and suck daddy’s dick now, alright?” You nod so adorably it makes his heart clench – you’re so eager to please him, all wide-eyed as you get between his legs, your ass up in the air.
On your way down, you give tiny licks to his skin; your tongue is all over his chest hair and his happy trail. Your tongue glides through his pubic hair, ignoring his throbbing cock, and you make your way to his thighs. He watches you lick through the dark hair there, and he realises what you’re doing.
You’re acting like a cat, taking care of him. You’re bonding with him, and grooming him. He lets you do it some more, but it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore how hard he is, leaking precum. He slides a hand down to his dick, jerking off right next to your face.
“Mhh,” you pout, pushing his hand away with your head and giving him a cross look.
He smirks, “you gonna start sucking at some point then, baby?” It’s not that he doesn’t like you playing around but he’s getting desperate. He places a hand on your face to make you look at him.
“I don’t know how to.” Your cheeks are hot under his touch.
Logan smiles, “Start with kisses. Or lick, like you’ve been doing.”
You nod and curl your tail around his knee, your hands to the sides of his hips. You press a wet kiss to the underside of his cock and Logan sighs in pleasure; you immediately want to hear more of it. You press quick kisses all over him, remembering what he said about using your tongue.
You begin to lick all over his dick, his balls too, until you’re drooling over him. But he’s stopped making pretty sounds and you’re not sure what you’re doing wrong. You hear a quiet chuckle from above you.
“Come up here,” Logan says. You sit up and straddle his waist. He takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth.
“Like this,” he tells you, taking one of your fingers between his lips. He wets it with his spit, sucking it into his mouth, tongue moving over your fingertip. You grin – you like the look of it. You like the way his cheeks hollow as he sucks on your finger, wishing your hands were as big as his.
As you move to push another finger past his lips, Logan takes your wrist. “Uh-uh. Your turn, kitty.”
You pout but then feel his hard cock against your ass, your tail brushing it, and you get excited.
“And none of those sharp teeth,” Logan tells you as you move down his body again. You bare your smile to him, letting your fangs retract. They’re a special part of you and you’re glad you could finally show them off to someone who deserves to see. Logan awards your little show with a grin.
“Good girl.” Those words make you put your mouth on him immediately, swallowing him down your throat as deeply as you can. You pull away when you almost gag, heat spreading over your face, but Logan is unbothered.
You settle between his legs as you press a few more open-mouthed kisses to his cock with spit-slicked lips. You take the tip in your mouth, staying for a bit as you suck on it, spit dripping down his length and over your lips.
You start purring when you take him a little deeper, and Logan’s breath catches in his throat when you do, the vibration turning him on even more.
“Keep doing that,” he mumbles absent-mindedly, eyes on you but mind evidently gone. You smile around his cock, moving your mouth up and down as the spit begins to make a crude sound against your lips, but you like it. You’re feeling more and more of an urge to touch yourself between your legs, but you want to make Logan feel good first.
Your purring gets louder as you take him even deeper, and Logan lets out a sharp gasp. You pull your mouth off him, wondering if you’ve hurt him, sliding your tongue over your teeth to make sure the sharp fangs aren’t out.
Following Logan’s eyes, you see what you’ve done. Your claws have come out, and you’ve been scratching his thighs open. You feel tears prick your eyes as you bend down to lick over the wounds apologetically, wondering in awe as they heal up immediately.
“Don’t worry, just surprised me. You won’t hurt me.”
“Sorry, ‘s just how I show that I like you. Don’t wanna let you go”, you hang your head low in shame despite his words.
“It’s okay, kitty,” he lightly scratches at your ear, making you purr and forget all about hurting him, “Do your worst.”
You’re not sure if he’s teasing you. “Know they’re not as big as yours.”
Logan huffs, taking a hand away from you, pressing his elbow into the bed and his claws come shooting out. You only saw one of them briefly, when he saved you. They’re majestic up close and in all their glory, glinting against the low light.
You reach out, “Pretty.” Logan smiles at your sparkling eyes, but retracts his claws before you can touch them.
“Don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
You give him the meanest look you can muster for not letting you touch, sinking your own, much tinier, claws into his abs to hurt him. But Logan lets out a soft moan instead, and you marvel at the pleasure he takes in the pain, forgetting all about why you’re mad at him.
Your eyes light up when you realise he likes you scratching him open. It’s a dream come true – someone who likes the way you show affection. You bite your lip as you scratch over his abs, his hips, and his thighs, watching as the wounds close up just before you draw blood. You hook your tiny claws into the flesh of his thighs as you wrap your lips around his cock again.
Logan lets out a string of moans as you have your claws in him and your mouth on him. You begin to purr, and with the way his cock flexes in your mouth you know he’s close.
“Just a little more for me, can you do that, baby?” he gently nudges your head down some more, and with the praise coming from his lips you can definitely take him – you feel like you could do anything.
“Yeah, just like that.” Logan’s voice gets shaky as you take his cock deeper, spit running down to his balls as you take almost all of him in your warm, wet mouth.
You swallow everything Logan gives you as he cums in your mouth, shooting strings of his warm load down your throat. You don’t stop until he’s gently pulling you off him, and you look up at him.
“Again,” you plead, eyes wide, taking in how his cock is still hard.
Logan chuckles, “Don’t get used to the idea of that. Most men can’t go more than once.”
You look at him strangely – what do other men matter to you? Before you can ask, Logan manhandles you into a different position, and you don’t notice until then that you’ve been grinding your clothed pussy against his knee, and you whine at the loss of contact.
You’re on your knees as Logan gets up to fully remove his boxers, and you see the skin at his knee glistening from where you’ve soaked it. The sight makes your cheeks heat up but also makes you press your thighs together.
He’s standing in front of you like a god, and you put a hand on his thigh to suck his cock again. Before your mouth can reach him, he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Your turn now, kitty.”
“Oh,” you say as he lies you on your back.
“Gonna play with you now. Can I take this off?” he’s holding the bottom of your top, and you nod as he pulls it off you. Logan gets on the bed again, taking in the sight of you half-naked. You’ve never felt so good about yourself. He looks as if he’s seen God herself.
“Look at you, kitty, so fucking pretty,” he whispers more to himself, touching and kissing you there as his knees sink into the mattress. You arch your back when he wraps his lips around your nipple, and the action makes your pussy rub up against him. He looks down between your thighs, pushing his mouth there.
You’re not wearing any underwear, so his face against your thin shorts makes you squirm. “Smell so good,” he breathes, rubbing his nose up against your clit. It makes you moan.
He begins to pull down your pants, stopping as they catch on your tail. The nurses cut a hole into the back of the material for it, and your cheeks glow when Logan carefully pulls your sensitive tail out of the way before he slides your shorts all the way down your legs, spreading them to get a look of you afterwards.
“Look at you, kitty. Prettiest kitty I’ve ever seen,” you miss his joke, placing your feet on Logan’s broad shoulders, as he says “Can I?”
You’re appalled that he even has to ask, pushing his head down between your legs.
He begins to eat you like a man starved, moaning against your skin at the taste of your wet pussy. He doesn’t even tease you, licking through all your wetness, licking over your clit in circles.
Logan pushes two fingers in without any preparation, but you still feel too empty, grinding your hips against him.
“I got you,” he promises, lapping up all of you, “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He grabs one of your thighs, holding it so that you don’t squeeze his ears any more. Your knees are still pressing against his temples, but he doesn’t mind them there. He can feel you tremble when he licks and sucks and when he curls his fingers.
Logan has you cumming on his tongue quickly, sucking on your clit until you’re seeing stars, whining for him to stop. He pulls his lips off you, sitting up to push his fingers into your mouth.
“You taste good, huh?” he smirks as you suck your own arousal off him, humming around his fingers in agreement. He slowly fucks his fingers into you again, bringing them up to his own lips. He moves his hand between your legs again, fingers going over the hair above your pussy.
“You’re so soft here, kitty,” he says, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek against your pubic hair, making you giggle.
You’re still wet, and he’s still hard, and you don’t want to be too direct but you want to know when he’s finally going to fuck you. You tell him “I’ve never done this before either,” hoping he’ll catch what you’re getting at.
He places a kiss above your pussy, into the soft hair, smirking up at you and kneeling between your spread thighs, “I know. I’ll go slow.”
“Don’t want you to go slow,” you mumble, watching his eyes darken a bit.
“Don’t say that to me. Y’don’t know what you’re saying.”
You don’t reply, smiling to yourself. He is big – very big – you remind yourself, but you still want him to be rough with you if that’s what he needs. You want him to use you. But maybe you should wait before you tell him that.
Logan wraps a hand around his cock, fucking his fist for a few moments before he leans down to rub the tip against your clit. You mewl at the sensation, ready for more.
“You sure?” he asks, head already beginning to push in.
“Yeah,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close. Logan pushes himself halfway in, both of you moaning with pleasure. The stretch already stings, but you tell him you want more.
“So fucking tight for me, baby,” he grunts as he fucks into you deeper, bottoming out with an almost pathetic groan that makes you smile through the slight pain.
“You’re so big,” you moan, leaning your head back against his pillow.
“I know. Think you can take me?” he kisses up the side of your neck, hand sneaking between your bodies to play with your clit.
“Yes–yeah. I want you.”
“That’s a good kitty,” he whispers from above you, beginning to thrust into you slowly, rocking your whole body with his movement. He feels so big in your pussy, but you like the feeling of being stretched out for him. Even if it hurts, you want him to take what he needs.
It helps when your claws come out, scratching at his back to relieve some of the pain.
“Hurt me, baby. Hurt me as much as you need,” he moans into your ear, fucking into you at a bit of a rougher pace. You sink your claws into him, feeling how you draw tiny drops of blood from his big muscles, dragging your fingertips down his shoulders and over his big arms.
“That’s it, baby,” Logan moans against your mouth, kissing you sloppily, thrusts becoming messy, and you grunt in a mix of pain and pleasure that feels so good. He looks down at you, hips getting slower as he takes your tail in his hand.
“Does your tail hurt like this?” he asks, tugging at it lightly. You’re lying on your tail, technically, but it doesn’t hurt. You shake your head. Still, Logan tips your hips to the side a bit, lifting your thigh to fuck you sideways. But this way you can’t reach his back, and you don’t like not being able to squeeze around him with your thighs.
“Wanna sit on top,” you say, and he pulls away to look at you, unable to stop himself from smiling.
“You can’t take me like that yet, bub. Trust me.”
“M-mh,” you mumble, and with a bite to his lip Logan lifts his hands in defeat, slipping out of you and obeying you. He flips you around so that he’s on his back and you straddle him.
His dick looks bigger when you hold it in your hand, raising yourself to your knees to line him up with your pussy. Logan chuckles and you smile too, but you want to show him that you can take him.
You struggle to even get the angle right because you have to sit up so high, but when you’ve got the tip in your pussy, you just slowly lower yourself, hands leaning on Logan’s chest.
“Go slow, baby,” Logan says, suddenly gentle, seeing the pain on your features as he goes deeper. His fingers draw circles on your hips and on your ass, and he almost cums from the way you moan when he won’t fit in all the way in this position. He reaches out to rub at your fluffy ears, loving the way you lean into his touch, purring again.
“Sounds so pretty when you do that.” He’s less and less sure about the thing he said earlier, telling you not to get used to him, about you fucking other men. He’s not sure it’ll be relevant after all. He’s going to keep you all to himself.
“Hurts so bad,” you moan, pussy straining around him.
“Then stop. Y’don’t have to,” Logan coos, pulling you up by your hips but you take his hands off you.
“Don’t wanna stop. Wanna cum.” You grind your hips against Logan’s, his cock pulsing inside you. It drives him fucking crazy seeing you struggling to take him, fucking yourself stupid in his lap nevertheless.
He rubs his thumb over your clit, in circles to match the movement of your hips on him.
“Lo–Logan,” you moan, hands back on his chest as you start to fuck him again, your claws coming out against his chest to scratch him there, and he revels in it.
“Yeah, that’s it, kitty. Don’t stop,” he keeps playing with your clit, starting to become breathless himself as your pussy squeezes around his cock.
You cum with a whimper so animalistic it sets off his own orgasm, pulsing his cum into your pussy that clenches around him hard. Logan’s hand on your hip helps you grind on him as the pleasure spreads through your body and he’s grabbing at your flesh.
You come down from your highs together, a fucked out smile on your lips as you bend down to kiss Logan. He pulls you off his cock, not wanting you to hurt any more, but from the way you kiss him back lazily, hurt is the last thing you are.
“Did such a good job for me,” Logan tells you, holding onto your face, “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”
You shake your head, “Didn’t mind it,” and you kiss him again, liking the way he devours you like a hungry animal every time his lips are on you.
As he’s kissing you fervently, with tongue and spit, you let your fangs come out, nicking his bottom lip carefully. He hisses into your mouth, and you draw two drops of blood – one for each tooth – before the wounds heal shut.
Logan grins, “Feisty kitty,” he squeezes you at the waist, making you giggle.
“See, you like pain and I like it too.”
Logan hums at your words, hand moving up to play with one of your ears. You move to lie down on your side, Logan turning to face you. You watch him.
“Can I stay?” you ask shyly, quietly, and he doesn’t understand the man he was only an hour ago. How could he not want you entirely? He hates that he made you feel unsure for even a second.
“Of course, bub. You’re staying with me from now on.” You purr at his words, cuddling into him.
He puts his arm around you, holding you close as you begin to lick all over his face. He giggles as you make your way over his beard and his neck too, grooming him like a kitty. Your claws hook into the muscle of his arm and, as much as he enjoyed it during sex, this is definitely something he still has to get used to, gasping at the contact. The way you purr louder makes it more than worth it.
You’re pawing at his hair, smoothing it back into place from where you’ve messed it up. Logan closes his eyes from how good it feels. Suddenly, he hears you giggle.
“Your hair is kind of like kitty ears,” you grin.
He deadpans. “Don’t ever say that again.”
Your fluffy tail bounces up and sways a bit as you giggle mischievously. You pretend to zip your mouth shut but he knows he’s never hearing the end of that. Maybe he doesn’t even mind it coming from you.
“So, did you escape just to come see me or d’you get permission?” He asks, remembering how you’re probably not even supposed to be here.
You panic for a second, beginning to sit up, but Logan holds you down, “I won’t tell anyone you’re here, kitty. Told you you’re staying with me. Would just be good to know if you’re making me break the rules.”
The way you smile at him sheepishly tells him everything he needs to know. He presses another kiss to your adorable face.
“You coulda told them you’re leaving. I’m sure they’ll be looking for you, bub,” he tells you. You turn around so that you’re spooning, with him at your back and your tail wrapped around his thigh.
“Hmpfh, don’t care,” you begin to purr, closing your eyes, “Just wanna be with my daddy.”
Logan wants the same.
You don’t stop purring as you drift off to sleep, held safely in Logan’s arms.
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