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This might be a weird request. But I was looking for a Muzan or douma x reader. However whenever they get intimate- the female never moans. It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy it she just isn’t very vocal which annoys and gives them a complex. The fact they can’t even get a human girl to moan annoys and frustrates them. She’s shy, little insecure (chubbier side) so never moans. Also doesn’t get off on general just touching etc. it excites her but doesn’t get her soaked.

Congratulations, Anon. You've been selected for 'Drafts Thicky Should Finish and Post Program!' I chose to do Douma for one because that's what past me chose to do. Anyway, enjoy!

Much didn’t hurt Douma’s pride. But you, a little human maid, succeeded easily. You were supposed to be a distraction, a way to get his dick wet. Then, when he was done with you, he’d turn you into a meal. You had a cute face and ample curves that’d keep him well-fed. At least, that was the plan, until you rejected him.

“I’m honored,” you’d said, a blush consuming your plump cheeks.

He remembered grinning smugly, thinking he had you in his trap. Then, you’d continued speaking, wiping his smile away.

“But I must decline your offer."

With that, you’d bowed and scurried away, leaving a shocked Douma in your wake.

Your rejection had lit a fire under Douma, spurring him to chase you until he finally got you in his bed. Somewhere along the way, he’d grown attached to you, the game of cat and mouse being played throwing a wrench in his plans to fuck and eat you. Through hours of stalking and harassing, he’d gotten to know you, and your gentle, bashful demeanor reminded him of Kotoha, when he’d first stumbled across her. Maybe that’s why, after he just finished fucking you, he had no interest in consuming your flesh. Or perhaps, it was because his mission felt incomplete. He’d bedded you, yes, but you barely made a peep. Your lip stayed firmly between your teeth, and when he managed to coax a sound out of you, it was only a few whimpers.

Worst of all, Douma didn’t think you came.

So, there he lay, stewing in frustration and humiliation, tangled in the sheets, his nude body pressed against yours. He had half the mind to snap your neck right there, for all the effort you were making him put in. But if he did, he’d have no chance to redeem himself. So, instead, he voiced what was on his mind.

“Was I not good?” he blurted, the question sounding absurd coming from his lips.

He was Upper Moon #2, irrefutably handsome, powerful, intelligent, and had a legion of loyal followers. He’d given many pleasure before you and would continue to give pleasure to many after you. Douma was more than good enough, he was amazing, and yet you had him questioning himself.

One day, you’d pay for that.

You looked at him, face flushed, lips swollen from his kisses, and eyes glossy. You looked thoroughly ravished, except you hadn’t fucking come.

“It felt good,” you said with a small smile, meant to be reassuring, but doing nothing for him. “I-I just don’t…”

You trailed off, then shook your head, looking away as your cheeks grew hotter. “Never mind. It’s silly. I…I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Tell me,” he ordered, feeling borderline desperate.

You sighed, then refocused on him. “I…I just don’t have intense orgasms. Really, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

He stared at you, not fully understanding. Never had he been with a woman who didn’t have a noticeable orgasm. Douma analyzed everything he’d done to you, which was rather tame compared to past encounters. He limited it to fingers and cock, too consumed with want to do anything else.

Oh.

Oh.

At that moment, he had a revelation, suddenly feeling like a dumbass. Penetration alone wasn’t enough for many women.

His gaze remained locked on yours, and the longer he stared, the more embarrassed your expression became. “Just forget I said anything,” you said pleadingly.

Absolutely not.

Instead of obliging, he sat up fully and crawled over your prone form. First, he kissed your neck, relishing in your soft gasp. He smiled against your skin. Already, you were proving his theory correct.

“Silly me, not savoring you properly,” he murmured as he kissed down your body, stopping at your breasts.

You squirmed, trying to escape his touch, but he held you in place

“Y-you don’t have to do this,” you panted, before whimpering when his tongue swirled around your pebbled nipples.

As he sucked and nibbled, he could feel your heartbeat quickening under his palm, smell your arousal, sense the blood pumping through your veins. The results he was getting just couldn’t be denied.

“But I want to,” he said, before switching to the other breast and giving it the same attention.

You moaned, back arching, hands tangling in his hair. Any protests you had died a quick death.

When he had his fill of your full tits, he resumed his descent, kissing your soft belly, then your wide hips, and finally your thick thighs. The smell of your wet heat had his mouth watering. He parted your legs, taking a moment to admire the slickness that greeted him, before leaning down and swiping his tongue along your slit. When your taste hit his taste buds, he groaned. You tasted so sweet. He imagined your flesh and blood would be just as flavorful.

When he spread your lower lips to have full access, he blew air onto your dripping sex, chuckling at your whimper and pathetic shoves. Teasingly, his tongue darted to sample some of your juices. The rich, tangy taste made his restraint snap. Not even a second later, he speared his tongue inside your core, nearly drooling at just how delectable you were, at the sweet sounds you were finally making.

“Oh!” you gasped, gripping the sheets and arching into his mouth.

He ate you with gusto, his eagerness reflecting his hunger for you, literal and metaphorical. Each move he made resulted in his nose bumping your clit, stimulating you further. Your shyness started to disappear, and soon, you were shamelessly grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure you’d been deprived of earlier.

Silly Douma, thinking his cock was the best part of him. Clearly, it was his mouth. Not only was he an excellent conversationalist, but his tongue could bring pleasure to any woman, a fact you were reaffirming.

He kept a firm grip on your thighs and hips, keeping you still as he feasted. To send you hurling toward the edge, he rubbed his thumb over your clit in quick, firm circles. Moments later, your body was tensing, your pussy clenching around his tongue as you came.

“Don’t stop, please!” you cried as you experienced your peak, moaning at the top of your lungs.

He had no intention to. He licked and fingered you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure until you were a sweaty, panting mess. He was content staying between your legs the rest of the night, finally sampling your flavor and pleasing you. It was a win/win, and most importantly, saw the return of the ego that defined him.

TLTR: Reader only has intense orgasms from having her pussy ate

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Farmer Toji and chubby female reader (Yoga instructor)

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Warning: Smut, Mature content consisting of: ass slapping, body praising, body worshipping, tit fucking, fucking while in yoga poses, Toji is loud during sex, dirty talking, sex outside, oral sex (give and receive), unprotected sex, perverted Toji, dad Toji, filthy Toji, grammar.

Requested: Can you do Toji with chubby reader who does Yoga. 

(a/n: This was sitting in my draft for a while now. I really enjoy the creative process but when it comes to editing and posting, I get a little overwhelmed. Anyhow I hope you enjoy.) 

Earnest hard working farmer Toji, waits for you every weekday morning as you drop by his produce stall at the farmers market. He spots you squeezing through the morning crowd, sporting your Lululemon leggings and fancy sports bra, ready to head down to your yoga studio after you grab your organic fix. You never broke from your daily routine and he noticed it. 

“The melons are extra juicy today”, he commented as you eyed the large round fruits while his eyes measured out the melons that dangled in front of him. 

“Hmm. They look a little small”, you reply as you grab one and gently fondle it in your palms.

Toji felt a tug in his pants, visualizing your hands fondling his heavy balls with such tenderness and care. 

“And these peaches, juicy?” You had already moved on to a different selection.

“Drippin’ with nectar”, he replied with a grin trying to contain his own saliva. 

“Alright. And some garlic, Kale, and spinach, please,” you said while fishing for cash in your crossbody bag. 

Toji grabbed a paper bag and began to pack up your order, his large sturdy hands handling the produce with delicate care his hands could possibly deliver. As he turned around, you caught a glimpse of his back, exposing those perfectly defined muscles outlined for your viewing pleasure. He was always wearing skin-hugging tight clothes, making it hard for you not to notice. You always ended up imagining the same scenario: His hard calloused body folding your soft but flexible body in half and fucking you raw with his thick veiny rugged cock. But you always had to remind yourself ‘He has kids! And perhaps a wife he is happily married to!’ And so that vicious cycle of fantasy and guilt always played out in your head every morning when you stopped at his produce stall. There were always other vendors lined up for you, waiting for your business. And every day you talked yourself into trying a new vendor but as soon as you stepped foot into the farmers market, you saw your man from a distance staring at you, luring you in with his masculine charms. 

Handing him the money, you quickly turned around before he worked out the blush of shame plastered across your cheeks and said your goodbyes. 

Usually, it was a quick transaction. You make your selection, briefly flirt with each other, hand him the money and leave. But today the interaction lasted a little longer than expected. 

As you turn around, his eyes land on your wide hips and plump cheeks firmly contained within the polyester fibers of your expensive yoga leggings. The skin-tight fabric perfectly outlines your curves and creases. He had imagined countless times while in the shower, burying his length within those soft mounds, watching it disappear as he humped you from behind. A throb in his pants brought him back to the present moment. And that moment was slipping away. 

“Hey”, he called out as you were just about to leave his stall. He had to try his luck today and stop relying on his rugged hands to fulfill his daily fantasies. Today is the day he will finally bury his cock inside you.

You stopped and turned around, trying to act like you were in a hurry, which you were. “Ya?”

For a second Toji was lost for words. He wanted to invite you over to his farm. But it had been a while since he dated, the last time being his late wife. His usual way to pick up girls was literally to pick them up and run off with them. For him, actions speak louder than words. However, he understood that won’t go down well with the city folks. 

“I forgot I got som’ bigger melons back at my farm. You wanna come check ‘em out?”, he asked with a smug look on his face. 

You look at him wide-eyed and an eyebrow slightly cocked. Seriously! That's your pickup line?

“You sure your kids and wife won’t mind my intrusion?”, you pry, trying to understand his family situation. You by no means want to be known as a homewrecker. 

“Kids are at school. Wife’s been gone for several years”, he explained.

“Oh! I’m sorry”, you give him an apologetic look, the guilt suddenly drowning you. 

“Sorry ‘bout what? So you comin’ or you rather spread those legs on a yoga mat”

Yup! That just confirmed your suspicion. He was definitely asking you out and not the slightest bit subtle with his vulgar remarks. You looked around to make sure no one heard his obscenity. “Who's going to manage your shop?”

“I got a man. So is that a yes? Gonna show me some yoga moves?” He sure was persistent.

“I thought you were going to show me some melons”, you tease back with a smirk, the flirting getting a little bit ridiculous now.

“I can hold them for ya while you teach me a pose or two”. His gaze fell from your face to your big breasts barely held together within your sports bra. 

A soft blush creeps up on your cheeks as you grow self-conscious of your body while he eats you up with his eyes. Although his invitation was tempting, you glanced at your phone and let out a sigh. “I have a class to teach in a few minutes. Maybe lunchtime I can swing by and check out those melons?”

He felt a painful throb in his pants, his angry cock demanding some immediate attention. But he convinced himself he could wait it out for a few more hours. Lunchtime was when he would pack up and leave anyway. 

So you quickly exchanged numbers and he texted you the address and said your farewells until lunch. 

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Lunch time rolled around and so did your car into his driveway. 

He had been on your mind leading up to this moment. You couldn’t focus, your mind was jittery and self-doubt shrouded you. You sat in your car, taking deep breaths to shake off the nerves before you proceeded. You can do this. You are a goddess. You deserve happiness. You recited positive affirmations under your breath, feeling your heart slowly settle down. You noticed a giant shadow creep up to your side of the window, blocking the sun that was providing you warmth and peace.

He was waiting for you.

All it took was a single glance and your inner resolve had crumbled as you grew more self-conscious. With your heart pounding in your chest, you open the car door and slide yourself out of the driver’s seat while trying to control the jitters within. 

His eyes instantly took you all in, from head to toe, a magnificent sight with a lot to appreciate. But there was a disappointment that lingered on the longer he stared at you. 

You were now wearing a sweatshirt, covering up those melons of his. And you were holding a paper bag with Nanami’s bakery logo printed on it. He was confused. He thought he made it clear that this was more of a booty call and not a date. Toji didn't date. He sucked at dating. Taking it slow was not his thing and his cock can concur to that.

You notice him staring at you and the bag you held. “I got us something to eat”, you casually try to break the ice and perhaps have him stare somewhere else but you.

He craned his neck and scratched the back of his head while inwardly searching for some self-restraints. “I guess I can make us som’ tea”, he suggested while inviting you into his home. 

“What about a latte?”, you half expected him to even know how to make one. But you were too nervous to carry on a normal conversation. And you were way past talking about the weather now. 

“What the fuck am I? Your barista? Tea or whiskey. Take your pick doll”. 

“Tea is fine”, you giggle as you enter his humble home. 

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You stood in front of the patio screen door, staring outside into the vast open fields which was his farm. You had just shared a beautiful meal with a man of your dreams. More like the man you had been daydreaming about as you relieve your stress. It was embarrassing to admit how often you fantasized about him and his big rough hands touching all over your soft plush body, fondling your folds with his thick muscular fingers as you teased your own fingers inside. So many times you had orgasmed while crying out his name. Knowing that your nerves were kicking in and you awkwardly stood there while he cleaned up the plates. The ticking of the wall clock had become more of a burden as every second dragged on. The dishes can fuckn wait!!!

The sound of running water stopped as he shut off the kitchen tap and disappeared for a few seconds. You were too nervous to turn around in case he was just lurking behind you. But you suddenly saw his reflection through the patio window panel as he stepped behind you. His muscular body came into view, muscles bulging through the tight compression wear, a sight so overpowering that it was hard to avoid. 

“Like what you see?” he was referring to his big reflection that pretty much took over the entire window panel. 

But you just tried to look straight ahead, not sure if he was referring to himself or the view of his farm.

“Yes it’s beautiful”, you reply, becoming just as vague.

“Talking about yourself now?”, he pressed on with his flirting but also took a step closer.

You could feel the heat of his body from behind, a lot of it concentrated around his pelvis. A blush crept up across your cheeks as you felt the awkward nudge on your rear. 

“No, I mean your farm. It is my dream to own a farm”. Yup! Make it awkward won’t ya. He doesn't give a rat's ass about your dreams. 

Suddenly his arms wrapped around your wide hips, pulling you closer so you could really feel his reaction within the flesh of your cheeks. Shit he’s huge!

His lips only inches away from your right ear, “I am running out of lines here doll. There is so much flirtin’ I can carry on”. 

You give him a side glance, his face so close you could feel his warm breath, soft puff of air as he exhaled into your ear, leaving behind a scent of bitterness from the tea. You rest your palms up against the window and stick out your hips, pressing against his clothed erection. 

“Shit, that feels like heaven. You got a nice ass on ya”, he complimented as he grabbed a fist full in each hand and gave your cheeks a nice firm squeeze while grinding away between them. 

You felt him pulsating and throbbing through the fabrics as he shoved his hips forward with no reservations. He hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of your leggings and stretched the band before snapping it back against your skin. You yelp in surprise and turn your head to look at him. A lustful grin on his face as he did it again, grabbing on the waistband of your leggings and your panties and lowering them down your ass. The soft flesh of your round cheeks were finely free to bounce out from confinement. He grunted as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard achy cock and pushed it up against your bare skin, your cool flesh offering relief to his hot sex. 

“Mmm babe you’re so beautiful. Fuck. Look how your hot ass is swallowing my dick”, he grunted as he watched you thrust your hips against his cock, pressing and suffocating his shaft up against his lower abdomen with your cheeks. He watched your body dance, your cheeks jiggle as you gave him a beautiful performance. 

But he wanted to see more of your body dance for him.

So he took a step back and helped you turn around to face him while tugging your sweatshirt over your head. “Now we are talking”, he gave a satisfied grunt and pressed your back up against the window, your exposed ass now wedged up against the cool glass. 

His scared lip twitched as he stared into your calm eyes. That peaceful aura that surrounded you from years of practicing yoga is what bewitched him in the first place. That and your larger flexible physique had him curious as to how far you could bend backwards for him. 

Peaceful aura? That had left you long before you arrived at his house. Right now your sexual energy was screaming, ripping chaos throughout your energetic body. And you couldn't hold onto your restraints any longer. And so you were the first to capture his lips, a kiss you never thought would push you over the edge. 

And he responded, but to your surprise, his response was aggressive and less passionate. His hungry tongue was quick to push past your lips, exploring and tasting while grinding himself into your body. 

“Now… about those melons”, he licked the corner of his scarred lips once he pulled away from the short-lived make-out session. 

“I thought you were supplying the melons, farmer Toji”, you joked.

“Oh I have a pair down there. But not as plump and smooth as these”, he said while hooking his thumbs under the elastic band of your sports bra. Carefully letting your breasts bounce out from under the band and he left the rest to you as his hands were all over them. You pulled the bra over your head and tossed it to the side while he fondled and measured you in his palms. His massive hands were incomparable to the size of the melons breasts he held. His eyes were wide with fascination, a perverted smirk plastered on his playful face. “They heavy. How ya get so beautiful doll? I wanna bury my dick between them”.

You can't get enough of his dirty talk. Although embarrassing, he made you feel beautiful and sexy in his own crude way. So you reward his compliments with a big gesture. You lower yourself on your knees while holding onto the bottom of your heavy breasts and pressed them up against his crotch. 

He quickly took off his shirt so he could feel more of that soft tender skin up against his hard taut abs. 

“Ah fuck. My dick might melt”. He watched as his cock was completely engulfed between your breasts. He really did like his cock suffocated. So you drown his length, massaging it, smothering it, loving it. And he responded with a trickle of pre involuntarily oozing out. You release the chokehold around his cock that had him grunt in disappointment.

You look up at him, your hand wraps around the base of his cock and your lips hovering over the leaky tip. “You gonna suck me? You sure? I haven't showered, doll”, he warned.

“Well I’m just as sweaty from my yoga classes”, you responded with a smirk. Eyes still locked, you twirl your tongue around the mushroom head, soaking up the sticky goodness and adding a moan of delight to your foreplay.

“Mm like the taste? It's organic ya know? You like that stuff don't ya?” he jokes. And soon his entire length disappears into your mouth. Slurping and sucking sounds that took over, the annoying tick of the wall clock fading away into the background. Your head bobbing to the rhythm of your sucks, your hands massaging and fondling his heavy balls, your hollowed-out cheeks and the bulge in your throat was just about to send him to his peak.

 “Slow down. I can't waste my load so soon”. He quickly grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you away, his cock sliding out of your mouth with a string of saliva following behind. 

He helps you up on your feet as he falls onto his knees. He looks up, your plush body in full display. He wraps his arms around your hips and buries his face in your crotch, the dampness clearly felt through the fabric of your leggings. His hands fell to your bare ass, massaging and kneading away as he grinds away his tongue, blindly digging until he found a hard gem. The front of your crotch is completely soaked with his saliva but that didn't matter when he had you quivering. Your knees are shaking, ready to buckle as his strong muscular tongue continues to abuse your clit through your leggings. 

Your hand resting on the back of his head, you push him further between your plus thighs. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he teases out your first release. Your body convulsing, your hands on his head for support as you ride through your intense orgasm. He pulls himself away from between your thighs and yanks your leggings and panties off your waist, exposing your wet drooling sex. Your folds are glistening with your release, his eyes focused on the small residual twitches that rocked your core. His tongue makes one clean sweep along your bare folds, tasting your sweet fresh arousal. 

“How was that, beautiful?”, he asks while looking up into your pleasure-drunk eyes as he caresses the side of your thighs with his palms. 

“I think I saw stars for a second”, you reply, your mind is still hazy from the most recent orgasm.

“Stars? Already? Then I guess I gotta show you some galaxies next”. He plants a soft kiss on your belly while on his way back up to his feet. He finally kicks off his own pants and grabs your hand, leading you towards the patio door.

You pause as he opens the screen door and tries to pull you out into the warmth of the sun. But you hesitated, not exactly ready to be exposed to the elements.

“Relax doll. We the only one in 50 acres of farmland”, he tries to reassure you. He pulls on your wrist, his strength finally revealing as he has you tumble forward into his arms. The freshly cut grass tickles the bottom of your feet as he embraces you, your soft body cushioned up against his solid frame. You were still reluctant to come out of hiding but one quick look around made you realize you two were the only one nestled into the vastness of his farmland.

“Take it all in. Nice place to fuck”. You were getting accustomed to his upfront vulgarity and stood behind his embrace. His hands could not leave you even for a second, exploring the rounded back, the accentuated side curves and the front rolls. His cock hugged between your cores, throbbing for some attention. He would have been worshiping your body all day but he had an angry dick to appease.

“Come doll. Show me that doggie pose”, he asks after giving your ass a nice loud slap to bring you back to earth.

“You mean downward dog?” you corrected him.

“Sure. Let's call it that. Stick that ass up nice n’ good for me”.

Your supple body was quick to fold into position. A low grunt escapes him as he roughly fists his hard cock, watching your doughy body hang freely, ready to be rocked with his cock. Your pussy lips were so inviting even though he could easily pleasure himself from the sight alone. But he couldn't deny you pleasure. You were his special guest after all. His yoga instructor. His customer. His target.

He aligns himself behind you, the swollen tip of his cock pressing up against your open folds. One quick thrust and he is in paradise. Months of patiently flirting and enduring had built up to this moment. And the plush walls of your tight slippery pussy made it worth all the trouble.

You weren't as half as loud as the man fucking you. His whimpers and groans and the filth that came out of his mouth felt exaggerated but were certainly real. He made absolutely no attempt to hide or restrain himself as he fucked you standing, your body jolting with each thrust.

“Fuck yes…ahh.. My dick is loving it doll. Should’ve gotten in sooner!” he admitted, his mind had become a slave to the pleasure of your body.

And you savoured every second of it. You surprise him as you shift into a three-legged dog, lifting and extending your right leg which he quickly grabs in his right arm.

“Fuck you strong. You think you can do a headstand while I fuck ya?” he casually asks, his cock drilling into deeper crevices in this new pose. 

“No!” Was it possible? Now you were curious but would leave that curiosity for next time as your brain could not process much at the moment. 

He pounds you faster, rougher, harder. He wants to see your body bounce more to the rhythm, jiggle from head to toe, or more like from toe to head. You eventually collapse forward on your hands and knees, unable to balance yourself when he is coming at you with raw strength. 

“‘’bout to make a hell of a mess outta ya. In or out?” He is now on his knees, thrusting violently while showing you the vast galaxies he had promised.  

“Out! Out!” you yell between your moans to make sure he heard you clearly. You grab a fistful of grass to keep yourself anchored as he was not shying away from thrashing you around like a ‘doll’ he so lovingly called you. He was not the gentle teddy bear you originally had thought. 

“Alright. Calm your tits. Not ready to knock ya up so soon myself. Come on. Lemme hear ya moan louder than me”. His left hand sneaks around your broad hip and he begins to massage your swollen clit to bring out your impending release. 

Your body is twitching and jerking for the second time today. And as soon as your pussy is ready to clamp down on him, he quickly pulls out and begins pumping his length. Ropes of warm cum eject and land on your ass. He took the tip of his cock and spread his sticky seed all over your cheeks and between them, all the while still cumming. 

“It's raining good today”, he moans, flashing just the whites of his eyes as he is lost in ecstasy, his spastic sensitive dick now smothered between your warm cheeks as he finishes off his release. 

A messy man Toji was, spreading his scent and seed all over you. He slaps your wet sticky ass cheek in satisfaction, watching it rebound and ripple from the impact while glistening in the sun. 

“Came for the melons, left with some cream”, he openly laughed while happily humming to himself. He plopped onto the grass next to you and pulled you into his chest. 

You were too out of it to even react to his corny remarks. You just want to curl up into his chest as your body recovers from the overwhelming experience. Basically, you wanted after-sex cuddles with the giant teddy bear as you ran your fingers along the outlines of his hard-flexed muscles while inwardly fawning over a good catch.

But it became very apparent that Toji had other plans; to make good use of his limited time instead of wasting it on idle cuddles. 

“Hey hey! Don't pass out on me. I ain't done with ya. I got 2 hours before the kids are home. So let’s go fuck on the tractor”.

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RYOMEN SUKUNA + FACEFUCKING

warnings. fem!reader, tiny bit of degradation, she plays with herself, cüm swallowing. mdni (17+).

“kuna, wait a min-!“

“shut up.”

he ignores your plead and yanks your body towards the edge of the bed, pulling you until your head is hanging over the side. your favorite lace camisole stands no chance against the monster as he rips the fabric in half to expose your bra.

he can sense the frown on your face and he scoffs, “what have i told you about doing all that pouting and shit? i’ll get you another one.”

his large hands move down to grope your breasts before he takes a step back, loosening the drawstring of his pants and letting them pool at his feet.

you watch his large cock spring free and your eyes roam over the thick veins adorning the underside. precum leaks from the fat tip as his dick twitches ever so slightly.

sukuna fists his cock as his eyes slowly rake over your lovely body. “you know the drill, slut. relax your throat… ‘m not letting any cum go to waste this time.”

he grins and lines the tip up to your lips and you open obediently. the moment your lips are parted, sukuna immediately shoves his thick cock down your throat and finds a steady rhythm of pushing his hips forward and back.

lewd, wet gagging sounds fill the quiet room as sukuna fucks your mouth, nearly pushing his entire length all the way into your mouth and down your throat. sukuna’s heavy balls occasionally hit your face from the force of his thrusts and he finds it funny.

the sheer girth of his cock alone is enough to show the outline of the bulge in your throat, which he takes note of. he watches your throat expand to accommodate his dick with each thrust and it’s a sight that would make any man drool.

“fuck.” sukuna growls above you, his eyes narrowing in pleasure.

tears roll down your face and your jaw is starting to ache. as uncomfortable as it’s getting, it doesn’t change the fact that it’s making you more turned on as each second passes. you love the way your man uses you to please himself.

you subtly spread your legs and your hand travels down your stomach to your core, slowly rubbing your clit in circles through your panties.

sukuna is too caught up in his own pleasure to notice you playing with yourself at first, but once he opens his eyes and sees you, he clenches his jaw in annoyance and knocks your hand away.

you sigh mentally and squeeze your legs together in hopes of some kind of relief. sukuna mumbles something underneath his breath before demanding you to open your legs again.

a satisfied moan erupts from your chest as two of his rough fingers show your throbbing clit some more attention as he plays with it.

it doesn’t take long for sukuna’s mind to return to what’s most important at the moment, and that’s his pleasure.

it was momentarily distasteful to see you trying to please yourself when he wants to be the one who does it, but right now that doesn’t matter. he could care less about how you feel.

so he pulls his hand away from your core and you quickly replace it with your own hand again.

the sight of you so beautifully laid out while you let him use you is sexy enough. pair that with watching you play with yourself, the way your tits bounce with each thrust and the prominent bulge in your throat as he fucks your warm, wet mouth is what really sends him over the edge.

sukuna holds your face in place as he fucks your mouth faster and harder. if a doctor were to take an x-ray of your throat, you’re certain your pharynx would be heavily bruised.

not that you care necessarily though.

sukuna’s breathing deepens and becomes labored as he towers above you. you can only catch a glimpse of his face, but the blissed out expression on his face has more blood rushing down to your pussy.

sukuna throws his head back and grunts, closing his eyes and stilling hips as his load shoots down your throat.

you try your best to swallow it all but it’s just so much and it keeps coming. you swallow as much as you can until you have to reach back and tap sukuna’s thigh so he’ll let you sit up so you won’t choke. you immediately raise up and swallow the rest before coughing as sukuna stands there and watches you with an amused expression.

“you humans.. so pathetic,” he taunts in a condescending tone before a deep chuckle erupts from his chest. “but at least you are good for a few things.”

he steps out of his sweats and lays down on the bed next to you, pulling you to sit on top of him.

“let’s see you ride me, sweetheart. i feel like watching you struggle to take me.” he puts one hand behind his head and a cocky, arrogant smile tugs at his lips.

he drags his other hand down the side of your body. “or maybe you’ll end up surprising me,” he begins.

he continues sliding his hand over your smooth skin agonizingly slow, but he completely catches you off guard when he smacks your pussy. “like showing me she’s trained to take more of me now.”

you gasp at the sting left from the wake of his smack while sukuna continues to look up at you before placing his other hand behind his head.

“but i doubt it.”

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Illogical Devotion

Sukuna x Reader

A/N: First Sukuna fic!! I was listening to Logical by Olivia Rodrigo when I wrote this and it just felt right. I fucking love angst and I know some of you do as well 🥰 big ty to @empower-bi-women for being my beta reader, as always. Love you babe 😘😘😘

The first time you met Sukuna, it felt like stepping into a nightmare. His power was suffocating, his presence overwhelming. The King of Curses stood before you with a smirk that sent chills down your spine, crimson eyes burning with amusement.

“Another sorcerer, eh?” he drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. “And here I thought today would be boring.”

You’d been trained for moments like this—taught to face curses head-on. But training meant nothing when he moved faster than you could blink, slamming you to the ground with a single hand around your throat.

“What a waste,” he sighed, his grip tightening. “I expected more from someone like you.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that, and you didn’t have time to ask. He released you as abruptly as he’d attacked, disappearing into the shadows like a phantom.

It should’ve been over then. You should’ve forgotten him, moved on. But you didn’t.

The second time you crossed paths, you were tracking a curse in the woods, your senses sharp and your nerves taut. Then, without warning, that same suffocating aura enveloped you.

He was leaning against a tree, watching you with the same infuriating smirk.

“You again,” you muttered, heart pounding.

“You’re still alive,” he replied, almost impressed. “I suppose that’s something.”

You didn’t understand why he was there. He didn’t attack you, didn’t taunt you the way he had before. He just watched as you fought the curse, his eyes following your every move. When the battle was over, and you were left panting and bloodied, he spoke again.

“Why bother?” he asked, his tone casual, like he was asking about the weather.

“Why bother with what?”

“This,” he said, gesturing to the carnage around you. “Chasing curses. Protecting people who wouldn’t lift a finger to save you.”

“Because it’s the right thing to do,” you replied, though the words felt hollow.

He laughed, low and mocking. “You’re naive. But that’s what makes you interesting.”

Then he vanished, leaving you alone with more questions than answers.

You began to see him more often after that. Sometimes, he would appear in the middle of a mission, watching from a distance like a predator stalking prey. Other times, he would approach you outright, his words sharp and cutting, designed to tear you down.

And yet, there were moments when he was… different.

One night, after a brutal fight with a powerful curse, you were left slumped against a wall, clutching a deep wound on your side. The air grew heavy, and you knew he was there before you saw him.

“You’re pathetic,” he said, crouching down in front of you.

“Then why are you here?” you shot back, too exhausted to feel afraid.

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hand hovered over your wound, and you felt a strange warmth as the pain began to fade. When you looked down, the wound was gone, replaced by a faint scar.

“Why?” you whispered, staring at him.

He didn’t reply. He just stood and walked away, his back disappearing into the darkness.

Over time, your feelings began to shift.

It didn’t make sense. He was a curse, the King of Curses, and yet there was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was the way he challenged you, pushed you to your limits. Maybe it was the rare moments when he showed you something resembling care, even if it was fleeting.

You knew it was dangerous. Stupid. Illogical. But you couldn’t stop yourself.

One night, as you sat by a fire in the ruins of an abandoned temple, he appeared without warning, as he always did.

“You look like hell,” he said, sitting across from you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, poking at the flames.

He tilted his head, studying you. “You’re thinking about giving up.”

“Maybe,” you admitted. “What’s the point, Sukuna? No matter what I do, it’s never enough. The curses keep coming. People don’t care. And I…”

You stopped yourself, afraid to say the rest.

“And you’re falling for me,” he finished, a smug grin spreading across his face.

You didn’t deny it.

“Pathetic,” he said, but his voice lacked its usual edge.

He kissed you that night.

It wasn’t soft or tender. It was fierce, demanding, as if he were claiming you. And you let him. You let him consume you, because for once, it felt like you weren’t fighting the world alone.

It was a dangerous kind of comfort, one that came with consequences you couldn’t fully grasp.

But Sukuna wasn’t one for happy endings.

“You’re just a game to me,” he said one day, his voice cold and distant.

You stared at him, searching for some sign that he didn’t mean it, but his face was unreadable.

“Then why did you—”

“Because I can,” he interrupted, his smirk returning. “Don’t confuse kindness with care, little mouse. You were convenient. That’s all.”

His words cut deeper than any wound, but you refused to let him see you break.

When he left, it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. You told yourself you hated him, that you were better off without him. But the ache in your chest didn’t listen to reason.

The pain didn’t make sense. You knew better than to fall for someone like him. But love isn’t logical—it’s messy, irrational, and entirely unfair.

And yet, if he walked back through that door, you knew you’d take him back.

You always would.

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an / ive had real bad toji brainrot the last few weeks and i just need to get it off my chest before i explode

short but sweet, i can turn this into a full thing if yall want me to but for now

enjoy the brain worms🫡

cw - oral (fem! rec), anal fingering (brief), mentions of 🍑 eating at the end

Toji being such an ass man that even when he’s nose deep in your pussy he’s got two of his thick fingers playing with your puckered hole, every once in a while just pushing the tips past the tight ring of muscle to drive you to the edge of insanity. Finally he pushes them in and curls them against your hot, tight walls and speeding up the movement of his tongue to send you headfirst into your orgasm.

Don’t expect him to stop once you cum, though. No. He’s already moving his head down, slipping his fingers out of your ass and purring at the sight before him.

“Let’s see just how much y’can take, doll.”

:)

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professor/tutor!Gojo fucking bimbo!reader against the desk while he whispers questions into her ear and she can’t cum until she gets a certain amount in a row 😍

PRETTY FACE (BLANK SPACE) + Your art professor, tired of having one student uninterested in absorbing information that he teaches, comes up with a better teaching method. Available on ao3.

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teacher-student relationship, choking, public sex, teasing, creampie, unprotected sex, dumbification, spanking, slapping, perverted actions, degradation, humiliation, squirting, slut-shaming, seduction, dirty talk, age gap, cumming inside, vaginal fingering, toxicity, praise, begging, dacryphilia, power abuse, light edging, bimbo reader

TAGS: @ekaterinatepes @dellalyra @sunaishotsstuff @bloompompom @ravereina @tojishugetiddies @i-literally-cant-with-this @hehehehesthings @thecookiebratz @rodeo-star

I'm sorry this took me so long! I've been so busy with kinktober so this took me a couple of days T_T

more content on my masterlist!

"You failed another quiz, Mr. L/N.” Satoru scowls from behind his desk, glasses hung on his earlobes and palm faced against his forehead in exasperation. He looks beyond sick of your antics. Blue eyes were on you for the majority of the duration of his class and you really didn’t pay attention to anything he covered in his lecture. Satoru isn’t surprised that you can’t seem to pass his elementary level quizzes.

You nearly stammer over your words, just trying to get out of there. You glance down at your phone, finding that the sale you’ve been excited about all week is starting in less than an hour and you’re ready to stock your closet. “This stuff is really fucking hard, Professor G.”

The scoff your professor lets out can be heard throughout the entirety of the empty lecture hall. Class just ended and, lucky you, you were the only straggler. “Y/N, this was an open-note quiz.” He actually allowed the quiz to be open-note because of you alone; his final stance to give you a change to get your grade up before the end of the semester. Satoru has been teaching for a long time and has never had a student like you – on that blatantly ignores his direction. Someone that doesn’t even try.

He wonders how you even made it out of high school and into college. He looks you up and down. With a body like that, you could easily fuck your way through any closed door before you. Satoru stands up from behind his desk and approaches you, sensing your desire to leave the classroom now that the bell has dismissed you but he keeps you in one spot. “I know you know this stuff. There’s at least a little information in there.” Satoru presses his thumb against your temple to punctuate his words. “This pretty head isn’t totally empty, is it?” His touch lights you up, clears your thoughts of anything that’s been plaguing it lately. All excuses for lackluster work that you usually keep stowed away in the back of your mind are forgotten.

“Do you think you’re a special case? Think that maybe you need to be taught... differently than everyone else?” And you’re sure that Gojo’s voice drops an octave when he begins his line of questioning. The inquisitiveness in your professor's voice is so attractive that you don’t really register what he’s asking you, knees touching to hide how turned on you’ve grown. Your skirt was already short but with they way he’s looking at you, you feel like your thread bare clothes have simply vanished under his cerulean gaze.

Gojo studies your expression for a moment. The two of you stand in silence as he tries to find an ounce of doubt in your irises, anything to indicate that he’s reading this situation wrong. He doesn’t find that element though. He removes his hands from your body and makes his way over to the desk, taking a seat on the edge. You can only stand there, anticipation burning in your veins and unsure of what's to happen next. When he snaps his fingers, the sound snaps you out of your thoughts.

Your plush thighs rub together as you take hesitant steps towards him, his expression unreadable but an ever-present hint of annoyance there. “Bend over.” He keeps his demands quick, only increasing your fear in his words but that intense feeling only goes straight to your core. The skimpy skirt you had the audacity to wear to his class rides up quickly, as if blown away by a gust of wind. You flinch as his palm makes content with your pretty round ass. His skin is surprisingly smooth and his hand feels as though it belongs on your ass.

The two of you stay frozen for a full minute. You, bent over the edge of his desk, his large vascular hand caressing you slowly, until Satoru lifts his hand up and gives you a harsh spank. You jump up, fighting the urge to move from your bent position – knowing that you would only earn a much more harsh punishment for that. “Look at that. You’re miraculously good at following instructions when you’re all hot and bothered for teacher.” Gojo’s tone is teasing, savoring even. He’s loving every minute of this and, although you’re shedding pained tears, he knows that a naughty little thing like you is loving it just as much.

Satoru’s palms are heavy as they clap against your bare ass cheeks. Smack after smack, each hit feels exactly as he means it to – a punishment. No amount of leaving little notes on your work to remind you to study would ever work. No, you’re a bad girl. You need to be motivated in other ways. You’re not gonna tarnish his teaching record just because you’re a dumb little slut.

Gojo looks down at your face, makeup smeared with tears and cheek planted firmly in the glossy wood. You grip the edge so hard that your knuckles burn but he shows you no sympathy, delivering smack after smack. No sympathy until you start begging. Each plea is soft thanks to your velvet voice and welcome on his ears. The feeling of his harshness stinging your sensitive flesh is almost too much to handle and you’d give him anything he asked for at this point. If your brain could function properly, you’d promise your professor straight A’s for the rest of the term but when you open your mouth, your words come out as a whiny mess.

He never had any desired amount of spanks to give you so it feels like you’ve been getting hit on either cheek for eternity, so long that Gojo’s hand must be burning too. “Alright, Ms. L/N.” He leans down and gives on of your cheeks a chaste kiss before standing up and situating his body behind yours. Satoru places his hands firmly on his hips, keeping you from squirming out of his grasp. He pushes your sequined thong down until it’s pooled around your ankles, leaving your pretty dripping pussy exposed to his eyes. He places two fingers at your soaked entrance, pushing them inside with ease and teasing you with a come-hither motion; tweaking your swollen clit to force cute whines out of your glossed lips. “You like the way your teacher touches you?” You don’t even have to answer, not that you could with your empty brain short-circuiting the way it is. “Of course you do, dirty fuckin’ bitch.”

A slew of insults about your morals (or lack thereof) exit Satoru’s lips but when he ruts his hips into yours, clothed dick brushing your leaking cunt in the best ways possible, any words of self-defense die on your tongue and all you can do is lay there; moaning like a bitch. “Professor, pu-put...” You choke over your words. “Put it inside.” And you mean to ask nicely but it comes out as an ill-mannered demand. The pleated fabric of Satoru’s plaid slacks catches against the tip of your clit with every thrust of his hips.

Gojo pushes his broad chest into your back, sandwiching you between his body and the desk. His breath fans against your cheeks when he speaks up. “Nu-uh, sweet thing, gotta ask nicely if you want this dick.” You swallow around your words, sucking in breath after breath since he hasn’t stopped his actions and is still slamming his clothed hips into your naked core.

“Please, Satoru. P-please!” You stammer, forcing your thoughts to come together. “Please give me your dick. I’ll be good. I promise!” Tears pool on the surface of the desk, tinted black from your mascara and pieces of glitter circling the flow of liquid in search of a drain.

You don’t do a miraculous job of it. Your begging could use some work but there will be a time for that later on. As it stand, in this very moment, your pussy is making a sloppy mess on the front of your professor’s slacks and he really just wants to feel you wrapped around him – warm and tight. “Fine, guess you’ve earned it.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, as if he’s got something planned. You don’t have enough presence of mind to inspect that quirky tone in his voice, only thing you’re good for right now is laying across the surface of his work desk and taking whatever he deems you worthy of.

Satoru unbuckles his belt and drops his pants and briefs to the ground, no more than a solved problem because now he gets to bury himself in your tight wet heat. He provides you with is tip, oh-so-generous of him. You moan around the centimeter of stretch that’s being applied to you pink cavity. Gojo reaches over you and takes a piece of paper from the other side of the desk, the very quiz that you just failed. He wasn’t lying when he said that he knew that this information was in your head. He’s a great teacher and he’s sure that he reached you in at least one of his lectures – despite the fact that you scroll through your feed for the entirety of his classes. “Number one: What city is The Lourve located in?” You whine when he begs the question. “Come on, sweet thing. The Lourve, hm? What language does that sound like? You know this.” His tip is positively drenched in your excess of juices. It takes all of his resolve as your teacher to show some restraint and not slam all seven inches into you – damn the quiz.

You swallow the saliva gathering in your mouth and scan your brain for any information you may have accidentally absorbed. “P-Paris.” Your lip gloss fades into a bubblegum flavored memory as you drool at the feeling of him finally feeding you a girthy inch. You cry at the stretch, loving the sweet pain of slowly being filled up. “Thats a good girl.” He praises you, fucking the one inch you’ve earned in and out slowly.

Gojo savors your quick gasps. Loves it even more when you begin to beg for more. “Question two:” You groan, hating this game he’s playing with you but you fight the urge to turn around and fuck yourself on his dick before actually earning the whole thing. “Who painted the Mona Lisa?” You cry, feeling like you should know the answer to this question but you draw a blank, the only tangible words are on the tip of your frozen tongue. “Baby, this is an easy one.” As if to encourage you to think hard, Gojo leans down and kisses your tear-stained cheeks sweetly.

He half expects to look down and see steam rising out of your ears, the way you’re working your slow little brain. “Leonardo da Vinci... I think.” And, really, it’s just a guess. It’s just a good guess but you’re correct and he feeds you one more inch, now getting fucked with two. Satoru continues playing with your body in the most cruel way you’ve ever been toyed with for several more questions. You earn one when you’re able to identify that Salvador Dali is most associated with surrealism and Frank Lloyd Wright designed The Guggenheim Museum. He pulls his hands off your hips and claps loudly when you’re able to answer that Kandinsky is known as an abstract artist without even having to think about it.

Satoru is fucking you with five inches right now and, while his tip isn’t in deep enough to nail all the most sensitive places within your walls, the stretch is positively delicious. “One more, princess. I’ll just do one more and then I’ll give you the whole thing.” He could go on for five more questions and give you the whole thing inch by inch but the torturous game that he invented for you is starting to affect him just as well. “What famous artist is mostly known for waterlily paintings?" The question is simple. Anyone could get it right. You stay silent for several seconds though; which really pisses him off because he was expecting a quick answer so that he could slam the rest of himself into you and fuck you until you’re both crying like little bitches. Satoru pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and rubs circles on your back, helping you concentrate. “Claude.. something.”

Only half right but fuck if he cares. “Close enough.” And finally, finally, you feel Gojo filling you up completely and fucking you properly – the way that you deserve. His swollen tip hits your g-spot with every single thrust. Once he finds it, he never loses it. And Satoru rally does fuck his annoyance with you out of his system. He stretches one leg up and plants it on the desk to fuck you with more leverage, a better angle to make you really scream. Sounds of euphoria bounce off the walls of the lecture hall but neither of you care to quiet down, as if you could. You clench around him, senses overwhelmed. “Gonna cum.” You warn, unable to hold it in.

Your teacher isn’t far behind you, hips stuttering and thrusts getting sloppier as he pounds into you. “Me too, sweet thing. Me too.” Satoru braces his body weight on the back of your neck, keeping you held down against the desk and slowly cutting off your airflow. The pain melds perfectly with the undeniable pleasure and, before long, he’s got you creaming all over his dick – a steady spray creating a mess on the classroom floor. When he fills you up, it’s with a hearty groan as if your pussy is the best he’s ever had. Satoru pulls his dick out of your abused cunt and watches as the sticky mixture you’ve both created dribbles out of you. He catches his breath (you don’t, body numb and boneless and positively fucked into the desk) and grabs a red pen from the ground. From the corner of your eye, you watch as your teacher crosses out the big red F and replaces it with an A. “Good job, baby girl.” He kisses your forehead and hums.

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how bnha boys made their chubby s/o feel better about their insecurities!! —> pairings: bakugou, shoto & kirishima

tw: nsfw, weight specific insecurities (chubby fem reader), kinda fluffy but mostly smut

Bakugou

katsuki HATED that you never wore skirts that showed off your soft thighs. you hated skirts. it showed off parts of you that everyone could see. when he eventually convinced you, man was obsessed. you always look so pretty, and your thighs?? he always wanted them around him in some way. his personal favorite is when you’d be wearing one and sitting in HIS lap. the first time this happened you were NOT down for sitting on him. always complaining about crushing him or something. psH. man was strong as hell, he literally laughed in your face the first time you acted that way (and still does)

- ‘shut up and sit in my lap dumbass’

- at which point you’d give him your signature pout as you delicately placed yourself in his lap. of course you never really said ‘I’m too big’ or ‘katsu i’m gonna cry if you make me do this because i’m feeling very insecure’

- obviously the man isn’t dense & knew what was going on in your head. ‘so pretty sitting on me like this..’ he’d make sure to pull you close, showing you just how easily he could lift you.

- he would just rub your thighs and whisper little compliments in your ear. ‘you feel so good on top of me baby..’

- honestly, the man loved the weight of you. he knew it often made you insecure but feeling the pressure of your body against his made his stomach flutter ( he would never admit that so shut up & ignore this)

- he ALWAYS sat you to face him, knowing you’d receive what he had to say if you actually had to look at him. ‘that’s my pretty girl..’

- he would definitely press you firmly against his hard on and let you know that ~you’re~ the reason he gets that way. his hands would be on your thighs, rubbing up and down, squeezing you lovingly as he’d mumble out compliments of just how perfect you were.

- whenever you would shy away he’d be quick to tilt your jaw, letting his thumb run over your lips. ‘pretty girl.. don’t worry about nothin okay? wanna show you how pretty you are..’

- by this point you were usually a flustered mess, a pool gathered in between your thighs that you’d willing spread just a little more so he knew you wanted him.

- it didn’t matter how he did it, bakugou would push you out of your comfort zone (with your consent of course) to find new ways to show you that the extra weight didn’t bother him. he literally LOVED IT.

- having you on his lap and rocking against his thigh as you cried out through another orgasm. easy, didn’t even break a sweat as he guided your hips.

- oh and when you rode his cock? he’d get that stupid smirk on his face at the way you’d gasp when he so easily lifted you up just to pierce you back down on him.

- he’d definitely never let you do any of the work just to prove a point not that he didn’t LOVE being in control.

- he would eventually convince you to ride his face, almost laughing at the way you’d shakily hover over him. ‘psh. i can handle you stop shaking.’ he wouldn’t even hesitate to shove your thighs over his face as he ate you out like his last meal on earth.

- eventually you wouldn’t even care, you’d suffocate him as he happily devoured your pussy

- and oh did he love it when you gained the confidence to ride his dick— watching your tits bounce as you lost your mind on his cock was mesmerizing.

- bakugou almost always found himself picking out new skirts with you, just to find himself ripping them off again. you didn’t mind though, glad you finally had the confidence to feel sexy for yourself and for him.

Todoroki

shoto could be extremely dense sometimes, but he was an observer. he didn’t always know what to say, or how to react, but he wasn’t going to let this slide. you were constantly staring at yourself in the mirror, a grimace on your face as you looked over your body. not only was this negative outlook on yourself being internalized, you had started to avoid allowing shoto to even touch you. as he watched you glaring at the mirror, he knew he had to do something.

- he had knocked, letting you know he was coming in. your fiancé who so rarely commented on your mood shifting just couldn’t let this go.

- there was little small talk but it wasn’t until you gently pushed sho away as he tried to cuddle that he had finally spoke up about your shift in behavior.

- this led to now, with you laying on his chest sobbing out all the reasons you had just felt useless. being a pro heroes boyfriend was hard and you were quite literally being ripped to shreds on the internet by people who didn’t know you.

- it was the little comments about how after three years of dating they were picking out the fact that you had ‘gotten comfortable’ and gained some weight.

- it was little comments on things you seen that you had kept pent up and it finally crashed down as sho kept you tight against him.

- he had whispered sweet things to you, kissing your cheeks and letting you know everything would be okay. his heart broken as you said you don’t even feel pretty enough for him to see you anymore.

- ‘I just wanna feel pretty again sho..’ he looked at you, catching what you meant. he wasn’t sure if now was the right time, maybe you were too upset but when you tugged on his shirt and begged him to make you feel pretty again.. he had to oblige.

- he carefully stripped you of all your clothes, laying you back on the bed and began to let you know exactly what he thought of each part of you. he left kisses, open mouthed and even nipped and sucked on other areas.

- oh and how he held your breasts in his hands as he sucked your tits, moving lower to kiss all over your tummy. he continued his praises, ‘such a pretty thing..’ he would say as he finally let his mouth kiss over your clit.

- he sat between your thighs, shoving his tongue in you. he would definitely hold you against him, not even allowing you to squirm as he worked you through your first orgasm.

- sho would make you cum on his face, his fingers, his thigh. it didn’t matter. he was gonna show you just how pretty you were.

- and we he finally had you laid back, legs over his shoulders as he pushed himself in, he’d groan about how sweet your pussy was

- he’d tell you that you just looked so pretty as you took his cock, still praising you and kissing you whenever he got the chance.

- sho may have been a little dense, but he definitely made you feel pretty the night he filled you until you couldn’t handle him anymore

Kirishima

eijiro always loved seeing you in crop tops. he loved the way the squishy skin of your revealed stomach looked. he loved seeing your nipples strain against the fabric of the top. he also thought it was super hot that you felt confident when you wore them. being in the spot light with your pro hero boyfriend had never been a problem. you could brush off a few negative comments on the internet. but when they started it saying it to your face? it started reflecting in the way you viewed yourself.

- eijiro would notice for the first time when he went shopping with you. you kept trying to force yourself to enjoy the way you looked but he could see you weren’t feeling pretty in the tops you used to love to wear.

- ‘why don’t I pick a few out? maybe a different perspective will help?’ you let him, knowing it wasn’t going to change what you were seeing.

- you felt bad. your sweet loving boyfriend was trying his very best to help. you tried on the tops, gave a fake smile & said you liked them and you couldn’t even pretend to be happy as you watched him excitedly pay for them at the counter.

- once the two of you made it home, eiji expected a fashion show since that’s what you always loved doing. but when he watched you just leave the bags in the closet his smile turned into a pout.

- ‘what’s wrong love?’ he’d ask as he wrapped his arms around your waist. he’d put his hands under your shirt, rubbing your tummy like he always did.

- ‘mm’fine.’ you’d say as you pushed your boyfriends hands away. ‘just tired.’

- eiji wasn’t normally the type to push things when he could tell you were upset, but this he couldn’t just shake off.

- ‘i know it’s more than than being tired.’ he’d make you look at him, gently holding your hips as he watched your face.

- ‘you aren’t even happy about your new clothes and-‘ he would sigh, getting frustrated because it hurt to see you like this.

- then you’d reach your hand up to cup his face, knowing he deserved to know how you felt. he deserved an explanation as to what was making you unhappy.

- after all the emotional things, you’d suggest giving him a fashion show. hoping maybe you’d feel better after your boyfriend showered you in praises.

- and it did. each new top, skirt or pretty little swimsuit you tried on kiri was admiring you fully. but when you walked out in this bright crotchet crop top he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

- ‘c’mere baby..’ he’d mumbled, pulling himself to the edge of the bed. you’d stand between his thighs and he’d just take you in.

- ‘look at you.. so pretty..’ he was in awe as he rubbed over your hips, leaning down to pepper kisses over your tummy.

- you’d blush, your hand going into his bright red hair as you watched him. ‘can I take this off?’ he’d ask, sharp teeth grinning when you said yes.

- he’d bite as he left kisses from your neck, over your breasts, laying you back as he kissed your tummy. ‘does that feel good?’

- he’d ask as he kissed back up to your breast, rolling his tongue over your nipple before playfully biting at it.

- he’d eventually devour you, one hand gripping your tummy as the other rubbed circles over your clit. he’d make you cum on his tongue before he fucked you

- and when he did fuck you? kiri would go out of his way to make you watch in the mirror. he would bounce you up and down on his cock, eyes never leaving the view of you both.

- ‘see that baby? i love the way you look on my cock..’ he’d kiss your neck, whisper loving things in your ear and fill you up with his cum just to let you know how pretty you were.

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shoko knows about gojo's little crush.

she's known him too long to miss it—she remembers that look in his eyes. it's different now, more subdued, but it's there. she snorts to herself as he needles at you, slinging one lanky arm over your shoulders. he laughs at your response, cherub-cheeked.

"so obvious," she grumbles, downing the rest of her black coffee and chucking the cup into a nearby trash can.

she catches up to the two of you in a few quick strides. gojo gives her a bright little wave, his hand still draped over your shoulder.

"gojo-san," you're in the middle of saying, "i really have to go—"

"leave her be, gojo," shoko says.

"aw, no fun," he lilts, but he lets you duck out from under his arm.

you babble out a set of goodbyes before taking off. shoko grumbles again, but doesn't pick up her pace.

gojo falls into step next to her, crossing his arms behind his head. his snowy hair gleams in the spring sunlight, a last kiss of winter. he yawns, loud and obnoxious.

shoko rolls her eyes. "don't you have something to do?"

"nope!"

"liar."

he grins, wide and toothy. "you're so mean to me, shoko."

"i should be meaner."

"hmm?"

"you do realize that's my girlfriend you have a crush on, right?"

"oh, that."

"yes, that."

gojo shrugs. "you have good taste."

shoko sighs, reaching into her pocket for her pack of cigs. gojo wrinkles his nose as she lights up, but he doesn't say anything. she exhales, the smoke curling from her mouth like dragon's breath.

"she knows, you know."

gojo grins. there's something careful about it. "of course she does. she's smart like that."

"she doesn't quite believe it."

he tuts.

shoko rolls her shoulders. "do you wanna prove it to her?" she asks.

gojo tilts his head. "huh?"

"tomorrow night," shoko says. "don't be late."

"shoko—"

"you can watch," she says. "and if you're good, you might even get to touch."

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(Naughty) Beach Episode • T. Hiragi

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: fem bodied reader, reader wears a bikini, body insecurities, semi-public sex, fast and dirty, Hiragi is strong enough to hold you up (dude is jacked, come on). I wrote this with a chubby!reader in mind!

Notes: I’m actually possessed. I love him so much my brain is exploding with him 💚

You won’t lie—you’re a bit uncomfortable as you step out of the small tent. More than a bit. It’s hard to not immediately cover yourself as you walk from the makeshift changing room down to where your friends are on the beach.

It’s not that you hate wearing bathing suits, and you definitely don’t hate this one. It’s probably the cutest you’ve owned. It’s just… showy.

Bright green against your sunscreen-lathered skin, the top ties in the front like a tiny corset, pushing your breasts together and offering a considerable view of cleavage. The bottoms are similar with ties criss-crossing over your hips. They ride up just enough to accentuate the swell of your ass, but it’s the way those curves lead down to your thick thighs that leaves you self-conscious—the flesh that the elastic presses against.

You feel pudgy and thick and chubby, and you’re just waiting for someone to point and laugh.

But you want to step out of your comfort zone. You want to be confident. For your boyfriend more than yourself.

He didn’t ask you to. Toma is too kind for that. But he has expressed how much he likes your body. You don’t quite understand it, but you’re extremely glad for it.

You drop your shorts and T-shirt on your designated towel, kick your sandals off, then slowly move toward the group, almost everyone in the middle of a disorganized game of volleyball. You doubt any of them actually know the real rules, only concerned with how hard they can hit the ball.

A few turn and take notice of you. Kiryu grins kindly. Kaji, sucker in his mouth, raises his eyebrows before turning back to the net. You think his lips curve into a little smile around the candy. Sakura, unsurprisingly, turns beat red and spins all the way around to avoid looking at you.

And Toma, your sweet, sweet Toma, does a double take just in time for Umemiya to spike the ball right at him. It lobs him in the side of the head which would usually make him shout and launch himself at the other man, but he just lets it bounce off of him while he stares dumbly at your approaching form.

You’re still giggling when you meet him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

Your insecurities were obviously for nothing.

“You like?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your voice.

He nods quickly, eyes still wide as his hands find your hips and squeeze.

“Understatement of the fuckin’ century.”

Toma isn’t typically the PDA type, but he presses himself against you, his body warm from the sun, and you gasp in surprise at the already forming bulge beneath his swim trunks.

“Toma, oh my god, are you serious?” you laugh.

“Shuddup—this is your fault.” He kisses you hard, kneading the fat at your hips that you had been so worried about. “Fuck, you really have no idea how sexy you are.”

“Hiragi, either get your head in the game or get off the court!” Tsubakino shouts, though when you glance toward him you can see him grinning.

“Go on,” you nod toward the net, “go play. I’ll watch from the sidelines.”

“Rather play with you instead.”

“Not in this sand, you won’t.”

He rolls his eyes, a little pout on his lips, and grumbles, “fine,” before kissing you again then returning to the game (if it can even be called that).

You take a seat next to Kotoha who looks stunning in her simple black 2 piece. She lowers her sunglasses, mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Well, that was something.”

You want to blame your full-body flush on the scorching sun, but you know better.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that,” she tells you.

You scoff, awkwardly finding a comfortable position while mumbling, “no idea why he’s so gobsmacked.”

Kotoha smacks your arm. “It’s ‘cause you’re hot, dummy!”

You’ve never been good at accepting compliments, only managing a quiet, “thanks.”

The book you had brought stays in your beach bag, forgotten when you opt to ogle your boyfriend. How could you not? He’s out there glistening with sweat, his hair down from the being soaked in saltwater. His biceps flex every time he makes contact with the ball, and his abs. God those abs, cut and drawing your eyes to the sharp V that leads into low-hanging trunks.

You want to suck at the skin under his naval, lick the sparse trail of undyed black hair. The pulse between your legs is embarrassing, as is the way you bite your lip.

“Good god, just go back to the cars and have a quickie,” Kotoha snorts.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A quickie doesn’t sound like the worst idea, though. It would, however, be the most risqué thing the 2 of you have done.

You haven’t been dating Toma for a long time, a few months, and though you’ve had sex, you’re still in the ‘taking it slow’ phase of the relationship. Careful. Cautious. Still exploring.

You haven’t experienced him fast and rough, and you definitely haven’t experienced public sex with him.

But it sounds pretty nice right about now.

Shouts ring out from the game, and it must signal the end of a match because everyone disperses. Toma jogs over, and dear god, you can see his dick pressed against the fabric of his trunks, shifting with every stride.

You want to hide your face, but you can’t stop staring, even when he stops in front of you and bends to grab a water bottle. He takes a few gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing, then pours the rest over his head.

How can someone who looks like that be so affected by you? You aren’t hideous by any means, but he is just… unbelievable.

“What?” he asks when he catches you looking, a little smirk tugging at his wet lips.

“Just admiring the view,” you respond honestly.

“Oh yeah?”

He extends a hand, easily pulling you to your feet then tugging harder so that you stumble into him.

“Nothin’ compared to you.”

You melt when he bends to kiss you, fingers digging into his shoulders, moaning softly when he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

Kotoha fakes a dry heave behind you, mumbles something you can’t decipher. Toma breaks away but stays close enough so that when he speaks his lips are still brushing against yours.

“I’m dyin’ to get you outta here.”

“Then let’s go.”

That’s all it takes for him to grab your wrist and start moving quickly, frantically, like he can’t wait another second.

Despite Kotoha’s suggestion, you don’t actually make it as far as the parking lot. Toma pulls you straight into the changing tent—thank god nobody is inside.

His hands are on your ass first, squeezing and massaging. He even lifts and drops your round cheeks just to feel them jiggle in his palms. The whole time, he’s devouring you, tongue pushed between your lips, probing and stroking. It’s impossible not to mewl for him. You can feel his hunger, how much he wants you. And you want him just as badly.

You grind against him, shorter than his 6’1” frame, causing his cock to rub against your tummy instead of your hips.

He groans, a low sound that sends shivers down your spine as your pussy starts to ache. Heat is pooling in your gut the same way your arousal pools in your bikini bottoms, and when Toma slips his hand down the front of them and dips between your folds, the noise he makes is more primal than the last.

“Fuck, baby, you’re already so wet.” You whimper, wiggling your hips in a silent plea for him to get you out of your bathing suit.

Toma smiles against your lips, free hand finding one of the ties and pulling until they come loose, letting the material drop to the ground.

You make quick work of his trunks, panting while he kicks them off. The risk crosses your mind again—anyone could open the small tent and see the 2 of you—but Toma slides one long finger into your hole, and you forget about the potential consequences.

It just feels too good, digits thrusting in and out of your cunt, Toma huffing into your neck while pushing his cock against you in search of friction. You wrap your hand around him, stroking as well as you can without lube before realizing you have more than enough leaking from you.

Biting your lip, you dip your own hand between your thighs to gather the slick fluid that your boyfriend is milking from you. He grunts when he feels you, then lets out a broken sound when you spread your wetness over his length.

“Gonna make me cum before I even get inside you,” he chuckles, thrusting into your hand.

“Then maybe you should hurry up and get inside me.”

You squeal too loudly when he lifts you fully off the ground, situating you in his arms in a way that has his abs rubbing against your puffy folds. You gasp, shifting your hips a few times before reaching for his cock.

It’s an awkward angle and takes equal effort on both parts to line him up with your twitchy hole, but soon enough he’s pushing into you. The tip of his cock stretches you all on its own. Toma fucks into you, shallow at first, fat mushroom head catching on your spongy opening over and over again so that you bite his shoulder to stifle a moan.

Feeling your teeth digging into his flesh must do something for him because Toma shoves in further—further—until it feels like he’s nestled against your cervix.

God, you’re so full as you clench around him. Toma takes a second to breathe, kisses the side of your head, your arms wrapped around him, then starts rutting into you.

You’re at his mercy, bouncing up and down on his cock, doing all you can not to scream his name. He hits spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed. You think you might even be able to feel the pulsing veins that decorate his shaft dragging against your walls. And, once again, you’re blessed with being able to grind against him, your slick, swollen clit sensitive as you smear it over that happy trail you love so much.

“Love it when you make a mess on me,” he growls, pounding into you. “You gonna cum all over me? Gonna cream on my cock?”

You nod, unable to speak. His huge hands are spreading your ass cheeks, opening you up for him. You know if you had a better view you’d be able to see a ring of white around the base of his dick as shiny, sticky strands drip from your pussy.

Even though he’s doing all the work, it’s your legs that begin to tremble, toes curling, breaths getting shorter and shorter.

It’s the way he hits your g-spot with every movement, the way your now overstimulated clit can’t get away from coarse hair over taut skin.

“Fuck, fuck—Toma, I—”

“Cum for me, baby, wanna feel you squeezin’ my cock…”

You both groan at the same time when you seize around him, pushing more and more slick out of your pussy with every pulse, creating shamefully lewd noises.

Toma swears, the tendons in his neck straining as he throws his head back, “‘bout to fill you up—feel so good, fuck, fuck—”

His thrusts get sloppy as he hits his climax, hot ropes coating your insides, and he rides it out as the last waves of your own orgasm crash over you.

Chest heaving, Toma drops his head to kiss your breasts, sucking a mark just above the line of your top as he mutters breathlessly, “didn’t pay these the attention they deserve.”

You giggle, brain foggy and body light. “You paid plenty attention to what really mattered.”

Toma grins crookedly, “you mean this—” he thrusts his cock into you one last time, “—pretty little pussy?”

“Mmyes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

He gives you short, sweet kisses, both of you getting lost in something more heated, and it isn’t until his dick is soft inside of you that he pulls out and sets you back on the ground.

Returning to your friends and any beach games they’re playing is out of the question, and as you walk hand-in-hand with Toma, you shoot Kotoha a short text—Heading home early. Can you grab my bag when you leave?

To which she replies, sure. Have fun 😏

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i think shoko would spit your slick in your mouth after eating you out

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HEYYYY

acquainted was so fye twin 🙏

i was wondering if you could write something abt bakugo wanted to pick up chubby!reader (for wtv reason 😭) and reader being like “im too heavy” and katsuki’s just like “bitch what are you talking about. i’m katsuki bakugo.”

NEED this rn 💔💔

★ i need a hero!

ft. katsuki bakugo x chubby fem reader

warnings: idk chubby reader obv, dry humping, making out

notes: I LOVE MY MUTUALS HIIII !! responding to this immediately bc UGHHJ as a plus sized woman i just know he prefers big girls sorry. he’s so strong and could give less of a fuck abt your size. also i’m high rn so this got slutty sorry y’all

katsuki’s got you sat in his lap on your shared couch, his fingers massaging the plush skin of your thighs as you kissed. he’d often pull you to him like this as soon after a particularly long day; as soon as he’s in the door, he’s gotta have his hands on you. he shifts his grip to your ass, pulling you ever closer to him with a low groan into your mouth. it’s messy and intense and you can tell the dinner you’d made just before he got home would be cold by the time you both got to it. not that you minded at all with the way he ground your hips down onto him, feeling his cock stiffen beneath his hero costume.

you pant as you pull away for a moment, leaning your forehead against his and watching where your bodies met. he continued dragging you against his length, a hazy grin on his face at the sound of your whines. “m-missed you, suki,” you sighed, fingers carding through his blonde locks. he groaned in response, nipping at your neck. “missed ya more, princess,” he says hurriedly, kiss-bitten lips slotting against yours once again. “can’t believe i ever left. shit’s stupid.”

you giggled breathlessly at his attitude, knowing he loved his job more than anything (well, maybe besides this). “it was nine hours, baby, we do this every day-“ you’re cut off by your own gasp as his hips buck into your own, a low laugh rumbling from your husband’s chest. “doesn’t mean i gotta like it.” he gruffs, sliding his arms beneath you and shifting his weight to the front of the couch cushion.

“don’tttt, i’m too heavy!” you yelp, smacking his chest as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. katsuki laughs again, raising his eyebrows at you in disbelief. “you’re what now?”

“i said i’m too heavy, let go so i can walk! i don’t want you to get hurt-“

“oh, so ya think i’m weak now, is that it?”

you frown, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. he always had a way of challenging you on things like this that just made your concerns feel silly - and, well, most of the time they were. “you know that’s not what i mean, suki, shut uppp,” you groaned, crossing your arms over your chest. “nah, you shut up,” he murmured against the skin of your neck, kissing and licking his way up to your ear. “‘nd let me carry ya to bed so i can remind you how easy it is for me to toss ya around.”

yeah, maybe sometimes you forget how strong katsuki really is, but he’ll be sure to remind you.

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i'm not even a bon fan but he soooooo likes chubby girls

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More of big brother Benimaru :3

Big brother! Benimaru who realizes what he’s doing with you is wrong, but just can’t get enough of your sweet pussy! Can you blame him though?

Big brother! Benimaru who promises to pull out, but “accidentally” finishes inside you. He wants to see you plump and full with his kids

Big brother! Benimaru who lies to Shuna and swear you two aren’t doing anything inappropriate after she caught you guys being touchy with each other.

Big brother! Benimaru who reluctantly decided to share you with Souei and let him fuck you in his place when he’s away for missions.

Big brother! Benimaru who just loves making you feel good, he loves eating your pussy and making you squirt and cum on his face, and feels bad whenever he has no choice but to punish you :(

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completely pussydrunk!hawks who can barely control himself when he's fucking you, groans and grunts and makes the most incoherent noises when he's thrusting into you, pushing you in half so hard that that you can feel the backs of your legs straining, your knees pressing against your shoulders, toes curling, his eyes half-hooded and just so full of hearts, pupils so dilated you don't even know if he can see properly, bending down to lick at the sweat on the side of your neck, making you squirm and twist at the sensation, heat flooding in your tummy he way he mouths at your like a debased, starving man.

"ke-keigo don't --"

"d-don't? don't what?"

"'s gross -- a-ah fuck --"

"gross? nah --" he licks his lips, bends down, grins all lopsided and smitten, fingers digging into your thighs as he slows down his thrusts ever so slightly, his cheeks pink from the exertion, wings ruffling behind him, red feathers everywhere -- "nothin' bout you's gross, dove -- nothin' got it?"

he groans, letting his head drop into the crook of your neck; you can feel him trembling as he continues to rut down into you, his pace getting sloppy and desperate, his breath hot and wet and needy.

"could eat you up -- kiss every inch of you, wanna taste every part of you, yeah? fuck so pretty for me -- so wet -- fuck fuck fuck --" rambling to himself as his thrusts get all shallow, moaning about the taste of you on his tongue.

and after he's finally filled you up (multiple times, mind you), he turns to you, breathless, his chest heaving, brushes a few sweaty strands of hair from your face and says --

"i meant what i said... nothing about you is gross to me, and i'll fuck you till you remember it, yeah?"

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30-something Kacchan.

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shinsou’s definitely into dumbification.

in the day to day, he loves how smart you are. he constantly finds himself in awe of your thoughtfulness, of how you reason through things, of the clever remarks that come naturally. it’s one of the main things that draws him to you.

and honestly, it makes it all the more satisfying to fuck you dumb later.

he loves seeing your eyes get cloudy and your mouth go slack with pleasure as he pounds you into the bed. watching you get less and less self-conscious every second as the buzzing in your body travels to your brain. you’re not even aware of the sounds you’re making anymore, just groaning in time with his hips, the rhythmic “uh-uh-unh” interrupted only by his own shaky gasps.

“so pretty” he pants, and means it. he prefers to have you on your back, facing him so he can see everything- your eyes glassy and half-lidded, your cheeks flushed. on display just for him. “doing so good for me darling.” 

he’ll ask you questions just to see you not be able to form words into an answer. gently clearing your hair out of the way so he can see your pretty face, “you okay baby? you feeling good? should i change anything?” no response- you can’t think straight, totally blissed out. 

it’s okay. he can think for you.