Damn These Rich People.

→ Gojo Satoru x Fem!reader (continued)

Genre: NSFW 18+, FWB, sort of college AU, basically smut with plot including a disgusting amount of fluff.

Notes: A continuation of this piece I wrote but one could be read without the other. Also I didn’t have time to thoroughly edit, sorry.

Warning: 18+, smut including explicit language, dirty talk, oral sex (f!receiving), praise. Smoking marijuana and slight mentions of self sabotaging behaviour/depression (if you squint). Readers discretion is advised.

WC: 5.5k

Satoru frowned, trying hard to ignore the disturbance and continue sleeping, but it was no use. He grudgingly lifted his head off the pillow and turned to look at the door with squinted and sleepy eyes, expecting to see a crying Megumi standing there, sniffling about how he had a bad dream. But instead, his eyes landed on the frame laying across from him, reminding him that somehow he’d managed to get you to stay the night.

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That last part was niceee. Made me feel like he was talkin to me fr

race car driver eren<3!

warnings?; smut obvi, hint of jealousy.

speedracer!eren; who loves driving you around in his all black srt hellcat, has a personal “y/n’s seat” tag in pink glitter on the bottom side of the passenger seat. “baby you didn’t..” you looked back at eren who stood behind you with a huge smirk on his face staring down at you, waiting for your reaction. he was so proud in himself he knew you’d love it. you were hugging him tightly placing soft wet kisses onto his neck. “you like it pretty? got it in pink for ya..” he groaned from under his deep voice as you kissed his chin and adams apple. feeling the vibration of his voice he spoke on your lips as you smirked to look up at him. “mm it’s beautiful my love, i love it.“ you couldn’t help but feel so giddy at erens actions he loved you.. he loved you as much as he did his precious car.

speedracer!eren; who got in trouble with you for driving so fast after his racing match taking you both home, still pumped up on adrenaline. “eren you hit this corner hard so god help me.” you said sternly looking at him, you hated when he drove fast. eren would think your being over dramatic everytime you told him to slow down. to him he doesn’t think he’s going fast.. but i mean obviously is. “mm yeah beautiful.” he’d hum and stare at your pouted glossed lips giving them a long warm peck as he leaned over the arm rest to your seat. “no, im serious ren, ‘hate that shit.” you didn’t react to his kiss and still kept stern. “aight yea baby i heard you..’m sorry y’know i don’t mean to.” he placed another kiss on your pouted lips that you eventually gave into. you hated when he raced also, i mean at a point it was too much and everytime you’d watch and support him from the side line your stomach would bubble and ache. every hard turn he took, the tumbling of the other cars on the side of him from getting hit by another, the anticipation waiting to see your husband cross the finish line and seeing the green flag wave so highly. the relief and squeal you would let out seeing him catch first place.

speedracer!eren; who proposed to you after he won his first game 4 years ago, you’d been dating him before his racing career. supporting him all the way with every decision he made, being by his side in moments of need.. vice versa. you’re his high school sweetheart, you’re his day one. eren loved showing you off, letting everyone know you’re his, will forever be and only. he took you to car shows that everyone expected you to be at, having you in the car of course as he showed out to everyone. driving circles with his driver friends who were right behind him shouting from their cars to the other people in the circle crowd. you deep down had a little hatred for the shows, you hadn’t honestly realized how many women loved your man. screaming his name from the crowd, trying to walk up towards him for a autograph, batting their lashes at him to get his attention at his conferences. eren tried to act like he didn’t notice, he did, but he didn’t notice your attitude towards it.

speedracer!eren; “don’t act like you didn’t notice how close she was trying to get to you, not to mention she SAT her hand on your shoulder while laughing.” you huffed out to eren after the dinner with some friends and employees at the racing center while he was driving home. all he could do was chuckle, that’s all he ever did when you complained. you hated it , it was like eren never took you seriously. after your words you sat quiet in the car as he drove, nothing but the sound of the car revving. “why you bein so quiet?” eren turned his head towards you eyebrows furrowed scanning your every move as you sat there with crossed arms, looking out the window, your signature move. eren didn’t answer you for a reason, he didn’t understand why you were jealous. he never paid attention to anyone else, especially any other woman. why should you feel like someone could ever take your spot? he knew what you were feeling and your feelings were oh so understandable. he just couldn’t have you thinking like that, he sighed and drove the whole way silent. you’d occasionally glance at him gripping the wheel and starring ahead of him not saying a word.

speedracer!eren; who finally got you both home, opening the car door for you and walking behind you silently into your shared home. you sighed and rolled your eyes at his silence and dropped your purse onto the counter walking towards your shared room. you were stopped and taken aback a bit by the force that slightly shoved you into the wall. eren had you put between both him and the cold wall behind you looking down at your eyes. his green orbs piercing into your own, like he was scanning your face all over again for the first time. “r-ren? what’re you doing?!” you said in a confused and honestly irritated tone looking back up at him waiting for a answer. he didn’t reply just tilting his head and raising his eyebrow at the way you spoke to him. he didn’t like when you were mad at him, especially for something he didn’t do. it wasn’t intentional of letting the woman touch and flirt with him. he just ignored it and didn’t care like the usual, his attention was fully forged on you the entire time anyway. “who you talking to like that?” he was searching for a answer out of you. the scowl look on your face and you hurriedly crossing your arms made eren roll his eyes. he knew you were upset about the situation but what could he do? “you! ren! now move please..i need to get in the showe-“ eren scoffed hearing you speak, and grabbed your wrist before turning towards the room. you were so confused of the sudden movements but followed behind.

speedracer!eren; who fucked you all night, having you recite how much you meant to him. “you’re daddies only girl right? nobody could replace you y/n.” he mumbled the last words while looking down at where you two were connected. the white ring forming from the last orgasm you had and his pre cum mixing, he was groaning from the sight and landed a hard smack to your ass to wake you up from your last orgasm. you were face into the pillow and yelped from the contact letting out a accidental moan at the stinging feeling. “stay up f’ me pretty..need you awake baby, wanna hear you repeat it.” eren spoke softly sliding in and out of you effortlessly. hitting your soft spongy spot over and over making a whimper leave your lips with every thrust into you. “mm yeah i’m daddies only g-girl! fuck!” your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you spoke and moaned your words. eren smirked hearing your words and decided to stop finally teasing and get you your last nut. thrusting faster, gripping tighter on your waist slamming you back onto his dick, and fucking into you. eren was a groaning mess and his thrust started to recklessly come on as he was finna nut. “cum with me pretty please baby, just wanna make you feel g-good..fuck.” eren plead out a breathy moan as he tilted his head, thrust sputtering as hot stream’s of cum swarmed your tummy. you came on his dick, gripping onto the sheets below you, eyes shutting tightly as you continued to still throw back on him to finish your nut. eren was gripping your waist tightly, biting his bottom lip and whimpering as he continued to release into your tight cunt. snapping his hips into you more as he drained himself into you. you were gripping him, literally milking his dick. eren sat with a half open mouth as he finished and groaned. setting his forehead on your shoulder from behind you, panting and rubbing up your back with a warm hand. he placed soft kisses onto the crook of your neck and back. “stop thinking you got competition with these bitches y/n, they could never be you baby. let alone breathe the same air as you my love..” eren mumbled into your shoulder as you both came down from your high. you were tired and fucked out but you listened to every word he spoke. you shouldn’t be jealous, eren was wrapped around your finger as you were of him.

Eddie’s dimples. Reblog if you agree.

It’s always toji that makes a difference

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴏᴀɴs,“

now reading: streaming live, featuring toji x camgirl! reader

description: toji was supportive of your career, but he hated all those disgusting creeps behind the screen who thought they had a chance with you. that’s why he needed to fuck you on stream and put them in their place. for @ickyism’s r/whoresdotcom collab!

contents: afab and fem reader, daddy kink, degradation and praise, creampie, mating press + reverse cowboy + doggy style, jealously, possessiveness, gross men, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, masturbation, toys, overstim, a little bit of dubcon in the middle, mentions of aftercare, exhibitionism/sex on stream, rough sex, breeding

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your eyes zoned in on the small green blinking of your webcam, the light radiating from your laptop further illuminating your room and casting a soft, ethereal glow on your body.

your boyfriend watches from the doorway as you happily chirp at the screen, a pretty smile set on your face as you begin to greet your fans. his strong arms cross over his chest as he leans on the frame. he could hear each ding from the comments popping up, viewers starting to pile into the stream, hoping to get themselves off to your body, and sending in money to make special requests all the while.

it’s not long before you’re peeling back your frilly nightgown, starting to play with your body as you begin to work yourself up. your delicate fingers pinch at your hardening nipples and grope your soft tits, breathy moans falling from your lips as your eyes closed. comments poured in more rapidly, men donating money in order to encourage you to hurry up and get to fucking yourself already. their cocks hardening painfully in their pants, toji is sure. 

it disgusted him. 

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Smoker x afab reader

Small drabble

Warnings- bit of an age gap, NSFW, cigarettes (ofc)

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“Smoker… please…”

“Please what?” He grins into your folds and continues to drag his wet muscle against your clit.

“Fuck… mmm~ ahhh~ please smoker! Please fuck me!”

“Patience. We have to losen you up. You know I’m too big for you.” He brings his cigarette to his mouth and inhales deeply before blowing the smoke on your needy pussy. He laughs. “Can’t have you crying like last time.”

“I promise I won’t cry! Please fuck me!” You were too needy and you needed to feel him more. You felt weak under his touch. You felt hot all over. He’s the first man that’s ever done something like this with you as you are much younger but he was too experienced which made you insecure. Yet no matter what he did or said you were on your hands and knees for the older man 24/7 ready to give your self all to him.

“Sweetheart… you are crying right now.” He takes another deep inhale of his cigarette this time blowing the smoke in your face before biting your bottom lip and then kissing it. He latches his lips onto yours. His mouth tasted weird because of the smoke and cigarette but you didn’t care. The kiss was hungry. It was all teeth and tongue.

You moaned louder into the kiss as his thick fingers pound into you. His palm slapping your clit with each trust. You break from the kiss as you throw your head back onto the pillows in bliss.

“You sound so sweet for me darling. Go on, moan louder so everyone can hear how good I’m treating you. How I’ve managed to get a pretty thing like you wrapped around my finger.”

“Yes yes yes yes! Fuckkk~ smoker!” You felt the knot in your stomach about to burst. Your breaths getting shorter and shorter.

“That’s it. Cum for me and then maybe I’ll finally fuck you till you can’t cum anymore.” He slams his fingers harder and harder against your core.

As you release onto his hand, you arched your back and twitched, each time cumming more and more onto his hand. Your moans almost like screams.

“Smoker…” his hand now wet from all your juices. With the same hand he removes the cigarette from his mouth and hands it to you.

“Hold onto to this for me baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard till the only thing you see is stars. You are going to wish you haven’t begged me to fuck you and I’m not going to stop even if you cry.”

You smirk taking the cigarette into your mouth inhaling. “I’d like to see you try old man.” You exhale in his face.

“I’m going to make you regret that.”

ﾟ+* ꔫ — '𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓!

content: gn!reader. sex while on the phone. exhibitionism, humilation, petnames baby and doll. fingering + a slap on the thigh w/ shuji, unprotected sex w/ shin, kisaki and mitsu, sub!ran + cock sucking.

ft: hanma shuji, sano shinichiro, kisaki tetta, mitsuya takashi & haitani ran. — . ｡˚ ♡ he gets a business call while he's fucking you, & he accepts it.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° HANMA is seated at his desk with you on his lap — your legs hooked over his thighs, spreading them apart as he pumps his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole.

he sends the watch on his wrist a lazy glance, and brings his eyes over to watch how you're getting wetter and wetter with each move of his digits. "don't get my suit messy, alright?" he intones into your ear, voice low and suggestive, and he chuckles at the way you clench around him.

"make a mess, and i'll be even later for this meeting than i already am." sin glistens in black cursive across the back of his hand, shiny with the slick that's already leaked out of you. you're doing your best to control yourself and not cum all over his hands and spill onto his pants, but it's near impossible with how he curls his fingers into all the spots that have you going out of your mind.

his phone rings just as you let out a sweet, desperate little moan, and he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he lets go of your throat, easing you up from the way he'd been holding you pressed flush and tight to his chest. for a moment, you remain limp in his arms, before you realize what he's doing.

it hits you a second later that he's going to pick up the phone, and you immediately lift your head from where you'd thrown it against his shoulder, looking up with eyes that silently beg him, no! — but he picks the call up anyway, not even returning your gaze. "the fuck d'you want, huh?"

he continues playing with you, slipping his fingers out for a bit to wipe some of your wetness across your stomach, before he brings them up to your face and nudges them between your lips, into your mouth.

"i said i'd come in a while late," he talks to whoever's on the phone, gathering your spit onto his digits before plopping them out and taking them down to slide into you again. "tell em if they want to meet me, then they have to wait for me. i'll come when i fuckin' want."

you clamp a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle away a whimper, and when hanma notices, his brows crease together even further, and he pulls his fingers out with a wet sound before he lands a harsh slap on the inside of your thigh.

the impact makes you squeal, and your face burns, because obviously, whoever was on that phone heard both the slap and the pitchy sound you made —

"keep your hands down, doll." he says, not even moving the phone away before he says it. he squeezes the stinging flesh in his hand, fingers so wet, and chuckles for the person to hear. "tell them to wait. i'll get over there when i'm done fucking my bitch."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° SHINICHIRO chews his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as he thrusts into you, trying so hard to keep back the increasing amount of lewd noises he wants to make.

"y're so fuckin' tight, baby. gonna make me — hnn, gonna make me cum." the counter is slick with the sweat from your palms as you grip the glass to try and stop from slipping onto it, but every time shinichiro grabs your hips and pulls you against him to sheath his cock fully inside you, you're barely able to maintain balance.

"shin, are you sure you locked the shop up?" you gasp, staring up at the lights that he'd switched off before he pulled you behind the counter with him.

"nah," he groans, length twitching inside you as his own hips stutter against yours — clearly, he doesn't care about anything except how good you feel right now. "benkei say's he's coming over with his truck in a few. got somethin' wrong with the engine, i dunno."

the fat tip of his cock lands a kiss to your weakest spot at the same moment that you open your mouth to retort, and all that comes out from between your lips is a shaky moan — and before you can gather yourself further to ask him what the fuck, the phone sitting on the counter just by your elbow starts ringing.

"huh?" shin grunts, mouth unlatching from the side of your neck where he'd been intending to leave a mark, and your eyes widen when he reaches over, hand leaving your hip, grabbing the receiver off the stand. "shin!"

"hello?" he says roughly into the thing, adjusting the angle he's fucking into you at. the way you squelch around him has him letting out a groan. "damn, benkei, 's that you?"

"shin? are you alright?" the hesitant reply that comes from the other end reaches your ear too, with how shinichiro has his chest pressed to your back, breathing into your hair as he continues fucking you, completely unbothered.

"yeah i'm fine man, but i'm busy right now." he huffs, and lets out another uncovered grunt. "just, with my baby right now."

"you didn't." benkei's voice goes stiff across the line. "didn't what?" shin chuckles breathily, stilling his motion for a second before thrusting into you so hard the slap of skin against skin burns both into your ass and into your ears—

you bite your tongue in your effort to remain quiet, but shinichiro throws his head back and lets out a heated gasp. "show up in like, fifteen minutes, benkei! we'll finish up by then."

and of course, benkei ends the call immediately, excusing himself.

"sano shinichiro, what the fuck," you hiss, but he's grabbing you by the jaw, pulling you back against him and twisting your face towards his for a kiss, effectively shutting you up. "c'mon, we both gotta cum — before he gets here."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° KISAKI snaps his hips into yours, pace furious, as he kisses you and takes the moan that falls out of your mouth, mixing it with a groan of his own. "don't ever fucking do this again."

"why not?" you pull yourself together against the rough rhythm of his cock in and out of you, for a second enough to flash him a teasing smile. "not like you'll have a choice but to drag me here and fuck me again, if i do."

the clock on kisaki's office wall declares that it's now 20:00, the designated time for the meeting in the hall downstairs, but he's still up here, hair and clothes rustled, pants unzipped, cock angry and balls so heavy, ready to fill you up with his cum. it's unlike kisaki to ever be late—

you both know there's not much time until someone calls him up, or comes here to look for him. "i'll just bend you over right there in the meeting room — fuck some sense into you."

it's unlike kisaki to be late — in fact, he'd already been seated at the table when you'd walked in for the meeting yourself, to find the place empty spare for him.

you'd slipped into the chair next to him, pulling him first into only a brief kiss, before you'd let your hands wander too far all over him, palming at him till he'd gone hard, the fabric of his pants getting strained with the begging of his cock underneath.

there was no way he could stand up and give anyone a speech, or present something at the board like that — hence you'd had to retreat back into his office, to get rid of the problem. "in front of everyone?" you laugh at what he'd just told you. "you wouldn't."

he presses his palm against the back of your thigh and lifts your leg up, hooking it over his shoulder and making you lean further back against his desk.

the position gives him easier entrance into you, and when he snaps his hips forward next, his cock slips in all the way, hitting you hard and making you cry out into his lips, into the next kiss he traps you in. "i would, if it meant finally putting you in your place."

the phone he'd taken out of his pocket and laid on the table lights up at that moment, and starts buzzing — indicating an incoming phone call. for a second, your eyes stay locked together. then, kisaki leans past you and takes the device into his palm.

"or, maybe." he hums, sliding his thumb across the screen to pick up the call. "i'll bring everyone here, instead."

the fact that he is the boss, and therefore can arrange to have meetings anywhere he desires, hangs tensely in the air as he brings the phone to his ear, cock still sheathed in you.

"you wouldn't." you swallow thickly, body heating up even further despite yourself, when he gives you a smile before turning his eyes to a side.

"hello? yeah, hanma, pass a message to the rest of the group, will you?"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° MITSUYA grabs your ass and closes the distance between your bodies, your naked chest falling against his as he kisses at your collarbone and you curl your fingers into his hair, bouncing hazily on his cock — pushing him as quick as you can, to his high. "come on, takashi, cum for me."

he whimpers into your neck, his movements going shaky as he rolls his hips upwards in time to the way you lower yourself, feeling weak, soft and vulnerable under your determination to make him cum. "f-fuck, 'm close."

"you are?" you ask, voice taking a sing-song tone to it, and he hisses into your neck and nods, fingers digging into the soft skin of your ass. "such a good boy, takashi. make it fast. you still have work to do." he lets out another mindless groan, and you smirk when you feel his cock twitch inside you.

reaching down, you squeeze your hand between your bodies and through the gap between his legs, fingers first gently brushing against his balls, before you take them in your palm, running your thumb over his sensitive spots exactly how you know he loves it. his hips buck into yours, an automatic reaction to the feeling. "ah, shit—"

you flinch, and feel the way his body jerks, too — when the phone laying ontop of the sketchbooks on one side of mitsuya's work table starts to ring. "wh-who is that?" he stutters, whiney and irritated at the sudden interruption.

you smile at how cute he sounds, but then, he turns the chair around and glances past your bare shoulder at the phone screen, and you see the way his gaze flickers, going from something lust-filled and dizzy to something practical and dilligent within seconds — and you let out a disappointed tsk. "taka, leave it. i'm trying to help you relax here."

"can't." he shakes his head — his eyes flutter, lashes so long and pretty, lips pressed together as he tries to compose himself. "it's important." then, he grabs the phone and brings it to his ear. "uh, hello?"

you sit in his lap, mostly naked and with his cock still leaking inside you, as he blinks back the cloudy state his mind is in, staring at him as he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you a little closer, focused on what the person at the other end is saying. "so there's a spot empty? i see. will anyone do?"

he glances at you, meeting your eyes, and when you frown at him, he smiles. "yeah, it's pretty last minute so anyone's good. i'll bring someone over. i did make that outfit specially with them in mind, so it'll work."

you would be flattered, and gush over how sweet mitsuya is, thinking about you while designing outfits for a shoot, if he wasn't literally signing you up for it at the very moment.

he hangs up, puts the phone down and settles back in the chair, putting both hands around your waist again — and he blinks innocently when you brows knit further together as you keep staring at him.

"taka . . . did you just sign me up to model for that shoot?"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° RAN glances out of the window, glad that he had them tinted when he bought the car — nobody's in sight, and it's too dark outside for anyone's attention to fall on a random car parked across the side of the road, beautifully expensive may the vehicle be—

but he's twenty minutes late already, and the agent waiting for him at the hotel two streets away might have thought he wasn't going to show up. "doll, are you done yet? i'm fucking late, you know?"

"no, 'm not done." you say, lips not leaving their place around his cock, and his hips buck involuntarily into your mouth at the thrill your murmur gives him. "i'll only be done when you cum, baby."

"i can't." he sucks in a breath, tries to push you off him, but in the position that he's currently in, he's pinned to the backseat and he can't move until you do — and there's no way for him to move you, with the back of the shotgun seat in the way. "i'll let you have my cum right after i'm done. promise, m'kay?"

"no." you hum shortly, before hollowing out your cheeks and taking his entire length into your mouth — your throat constricts around him, and he groans, hand flying to grip the headrest of the shotgun, trying to maintain composure and hold back his high. "doll, please. i can't walk in there with a leaking dick."

you pause for a second, before you pull away from his cock and look up to meet his eyes — his shoulders relax, thinking for a moment that you're finally behaving and giving in.

but then, your hand tightens around him, fist settling at his heavy base, and he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from letting out a whimper. "what—"

"want you to cum, baby." you tell him, tone even and firm, and he glances at his watch again — he's twenty three minutes late. fuck.

"mikey's gonna kill me if i miss this," he tries to reason, but you lean in and land a kiss on his blushing tip, and he tries to pretend that the heat across his face is only because of embarrassment, but the way his cock twitches at the touch of your lips says otherwise, and so does the resigned, pliant look in his eyes.

it's at the exact moment that he pulls his phone out of his pocket that it starts to vibrate, signalling a call, and he turns the screen to you with shaky fingers. "look — look, they're calling me, baby. i'm late."

"pick it up, then." you tell him. "pick it up and tell them you're busy getting your cock milked in the back of your own car."

he flings the phone into the front seat, brows knitting together with annoyance and moreso frustration, because you stick your tongue out and pretend you're about to lick him, teasing, merciless. "i need to go now, doll, dammit."

"then hurry up and cum." you coo, tracing the head of his cock with a sharp nail, and the sensation only makes the weight of his balls harder to manage, makes him want to let go of what he's trying so hard to push back.

ran tries to swallow the moan that fills his throat, he really does — but you press another kiss to his cock, lick up the bead of white that swells up, and he's throwing his head back and crying out against your teasing touch. "the faster you cum, the faster i'll let you go."

You cannot tell me this man is not fine

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON 2021 | on the set of “Bullet Train” with make-up artist Merc Arceneaux

my tattoo artist went down on me (2k words)

paring: tattoo artist!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson offered to design a new tattoo for you, during the session things got a little heated.

warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), oral (f recieving), fingering, squirting, some strong lanuage, and some cringey writing, if i missed any please let me know.

a/n: this is a super old draft from a few months ago so I hope you all enjoy <;3

feedback & criticism is very appreciated. please let me know if you have any thoughts on how I can approve. thank you :)

You stood outside the Munsons trailer, a tad bit nervous, but it is a normal feeling…especially when it comes to getting a new tattoo. But, the thought of Eddie Munson giving you said tattoo made your heart race even more…not that you didn't trust his tattooing skills…oh come on you didn't trust that boy's art skills at all.

All of a sudden the screen door of the trailer swings open, and there stood Eddie. Shirtless. Kind of sweaty. Messy curls as always. Slightly tighter jeans than normal. This look of his caught you off guard, rightfully so…it was a stunning look. “Are you just going to stand there like a creep?” He leaned his body against the door frame, crossing his arms while examining you.

Your mouth parted slightly like you were going to answer his question, but no words were coming out. All you wanted to do was stare at him. He knew. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He whispered as you stepped through the doorway of the trailer, those words sent shivers down your spine. “Come on, I have everything set up in my room.”

“You do know what you're doing right, Munson?” You teased as Eddie led you to his room down the hall.

“Well how else do you think I got these sweet ole’ tatties, huh?” He points at the bats on his arm, “This is my newest work, you like?”

“Not really my style…but they're cool.”

“You seem hard to please…” He mumbles to himself as he sits down in a rolly chair, then opening a sketchbook turning to the page with your design on it. You just wanted some simple roses on your thigh, not too much. “Does this look like what you had in mind, darling?” He really needs to stop with these pet names.

His artwork was actually…good. Surprisingly. “Oh my gosh, I love that!” You exclaimed. He rolls over to the edge of his bed and pats it motioning for you to sit down. The workspace area wasn't the greatest but hey…it’s more professional looking than others. A single towel sits on the edge of the bed, the tattoo gun with the ink caps on a random nightstand and a pair of normal gloves beside it. “Well, I’m glad you like it…hopefully I can draw the sketch again actually on your leg”

Eddie says as he pulls out a couple markers, biting the cap off of one and spitting it out onto the floor, he rolls himself over to you. Putting his knee in between your legs, “Now which thigh are we putting it on.” His pretty brown eyes look up at you as his free hand caresses the side of your right thigh.

“U-uhm…my right one. I want it…” You pointed to the upper thigh of your right leg, making a general circle motion around the area. “About right here.” He moved his hand to that spot, retracing that circle you had made. “So, you want it right here?” You gulped at his question, feeling the slight tension building in the room. “I guess you're going to have to take these things off so we can get started.” His finger moves from your thigh to your hip, pulling on the belt loop of your jeans. “I thought I told you to wear something short.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I had just gotten off work and -”

“Y/N, i'm only playing around…” Eddie chuckled as he pushed himself back, giving you some space to take off your jeans. “Unless, you like to be told what to do?” His eyebrow raised as he watches you stand up and unbutton your jeans.

“Maybe I do, Munson.” His eyes widen at your words. “Oh really…” Eddie's words lingered as he rolled over to you, your hips perfectly in line with his head. “Maybe…I can help take these off for you, sweetheart.” His hands moved up your legs to your hips, pulling down on your belt loops. Pulling down your pants slowly. The feeling of his hands against your bare skin sends tingles throughout your body. The cold metal from his rings sent chills. The intimacy was a bare minimum, but your body craved more.

“Sit back down.”

You listened. He grabbed the marker again and began to draw the rose design on your upper thigh. About thirty or some extra minutes pass and he’s done with the sketch. It looked just like what was in his notebook. “You ready?”

“I guess so…lay it on me.”

Eddie’s been tattooing for about an hour. The vibrations from the tattoo gun piercing your skin sends tingles throughout your entire body. Causing you to grip onto the sheets of his bed, tighter and tighter and tighter. Eddie notices. He moves his free hand to your opposite leg, gripping his hand in the skin of your soft thigh. “Do you need a break?” You shook your head to signal no, you were lying.

He pushed himself back slightly as he lifted the machine up from your skin, placing it on the table beside him. “I can tell you need a break…” His words faded off almost like he was going to say more, which made you curious. Your eyes met his. He uses the chair to pull himself closer to you, leaving you face to face, merely inches apart. “Maybe, we can do something else…instead.”

“Like what?”

“Like this.” He pushes your body against the bed, now hovering over you. His finger pulls your chin up closer to his face, staring directly at your lips. You need him. All of him. You couldn't take the tease anymore, so, your arms wrap around his neck and pull yourself up to meet his lips. Clashing into each other. You wanted more. His lips trailed off yours, moving down to your chin, then your neck. Leaving a few marks on his territory. “Let me take this off of you.” He whines into the crook of your neck while pulling at the edge of your t-shirt. His hand starts pulling it up as you move with his movements finally taking it off. Exposing your bare chest.

Suddenly the heated makeout session paused. “Oh shit, I don't want you getting an infection with this thing being exposed. Stand up real quick.” He said as he stood up, reaching his hand out to help pull you up. He put a few layers of paper towels over the half-way done rose, taping the edges to your skin, making sure he doesn't make it too uncomfortable for you. “Does that feel okay?” You nodded at his question.

Eddie places a few soft and gentle kisses on your other thigh, getting closer and closer to you. You feel as his hand moves from the side of your thigh to palm your clothed pussy. His touch caused you to jump a tad, “Oh. Do you not want that?” He said as he looked up at you.

“N-No, I do, trust me. I want that.” You whined, practically begging for him at this point. A smirk grew on his face. Using his pointer he slid your panties over, running said finger down your pussy, “You’ve been this wet the whole time?” He sighed, “Fuck Y/N.” His pointer finger then enters your core, making slight pumping motions. Then pulling it out, putting his hands on your hips, his face directly in line with you.

“Take them off, please.” Your voice was breathy. Eddie wasted no time, pulling your hips closer to his face then using his teeth to drag your panties down your legs. Finishing taking them off using his hands. He stood up from the chair, towering over you, “Lay down on your back, bend your legs too.” He demanded.

You did just as he said, of course. Watching him get down to the right level, he threw your legs over his shoulder. His fingers danced around your entrance, sending pains to your stomach as the heat began to build. Your pussy was throbbing, craving for him to do something…literally anything. You weren't really an impatient person, but you just craved him. “Can you please do something Mun-”

You were cut off by him licking your cunt, tasting you from bottom to top. Sending you to throw your head back letting out a soft moan. Using his pointer and middle he spread your lips open even more, sticking his tongue into your core. Your hands reached between your own legs to his hair, yanking and pulling at his roots. “We’ll see if youre so hard to please…” He groaned into your pussy, the vibrations from his voice causing that heat to build even more in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie put his lips around your throbbing clit, while locking eyes with you. Your back pressed harder against the bed, he continued to lick and suck on your cunt, randomly pulling up to plant kisses on the inner thighs. His ringed hand rubbing up and down your thigh as the free fingers finds its way to your core again. His lips stayed on your clit as his fingers fucked your tight hole, his tongue dancing around your clit in circular motions. That intense feeling in the pit of your stomach gets warmer and warmer. “Eddie fuck!” You moan out, trying to catch your breath while he hasn't eased up one bit. “Are you already getting close sweetheart?” He whined as he pulled up from your pussy, removing his fingers from your center, “God, youre so fucking wet…” His hand reached up to your mouth, “Open for me…” His fingers that are covered in your juices enter your mouth, you take them deep, nearly down your throat.

He pushes your legs from his shoulders and plants them down to the bed, spreading your legs open further. Making his access to your pussy easier. “You can only cum when I tell you to, okay?” He says as he gets back down to your level, maintaining that intense eye contact still.

You nod, “O-Okay.” His tongue meets your core, in and out, circular motions, he then licks all the way up your cunt again taking in all your taste and juices. The feeling was incredible. He definitely knew how to use his tongue. He sucks on your bulging and throbbing clit again, using his pointer and middle to pound your hole again. Pumping them in and out. His free hand moved to your hip pushing you down deeper into the bed, the cold metal from his rings against the warmth of your skin. You were getting close, but he hasn't told you yet.

“Are you close, princess?” He moaned as he came up to catch his breath, how in the fuck did he know. “If you're close…you can cum.”

He didnt have to say anymore, “Eddie, fuck.” You cursed out as your head flung back, your chest rising up and down faster and faster. That warm pit in your stomach is nearly on fire. His fingers got faster and faster as they pounded into your core, “Cum for me baby…” he groans, your legs start to shake as an even more intense orgasm builds.

Then you did exactly what he said. As it snapped, you screamed, Eddie pulling his thick fingers from inside you, still pushing against your clit, a hard stream gushing forth. After a few moments, you are still shaken by the sensation. As his digits plunge into your dripping pussy,a few curses and moans of his name escape your lips, he pumps in and out a few more times before pulling them out and watching you squirt again.

“Fuck Y/N.”

“Shit Eddie, I am so fucking sorry.”

“No, I dont give a fuck about that.” His tongue licks off the excess cum dripping from your warm cunt. “That was fucking hot.”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” You leaned down to his level planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. “Then let’s finish this tattoo.”

“Another round once I'm done?”

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Imagine how much stamina jjk men has during sex, can you please make this a multi headcanon?😭😭

❛ RIDE IT LIKE YOU OWN IT! ❜

geto, toji, gojo, choso, sukuna. rating the jjk men stamina and how long they last.

warnings. mdni. fem! reader, multiple órgasms + rounds, dirty talk, praise, doggy, full nelson, daddy kink, unprotected s*x, pussydrunk men, breath play, squirting, breeding kink.

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☆ GOJO

without question, gojo could last for hours. many, many rounds. you’d be so drunk from his cock that by this point his moans start to grow even louder than yours.

“f-fuck, the way you fuck back against me,” he’d groan, his bottom lip pokes out before he’s got a mean grip on your hips. you’re just being drilled by this point from his dick, your head thwacking and hitting back and forth against the cushioned mattress. he’s so whiney, huffing and puffing as his eyes stared right at the mounds of your ass. you’d be slamming back into him, and your ears just ring from each individual spank he gives you. “how long ‘s been, baby—? gettin’ tired yet?”

“no,” you’d moan, and he’s buried balls deep, its like fatigue for him just wasn’t real. entirely nonexistent. gojo pivots his hips, rolling it against you while skimming his thumbs against your waist and you whine. “don’t s-stop.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he groans, and he feels the warmth of your feet wrap around his calves—you were speechless, mouth dangling open as he’s thrusting deep deep into you. “princess, y’know what you can do for me?” you swallow, feeling gojo lean in right up against your ass, one hand clinging onto your hip, another going between your legs. “play with yourself for me. remind me how much of a messy girl you are.”

“okay..” you’d whine, dragging a hand amidst your legs.

you wince at bit at the feeling of your thin panties sticking against you. gojo made you keep them on, lazily just pushing them towards the sides of your legs, all because he couldn’t wait. impatient.

whenever gojo would come home from day long missions, he’d give you bedroom eyes almost instantaneously. and you knew what that meant.

“s-satoru,” you’d babble, rubbing a few fingers against your clit, he’s got your head pressing into the mattress so good — small noises of surprised squeaks elicit from your throat. he made sure the arch you had was simply immaculate. your pussy continuously clenched around him, the girth of him easily stretching throughout your cunt. “fuckkk, fuck, right there.”

gojo gets off from your pleasure, and as he stares at your jerking body, he quickens his pace a bit more before uttering out a soft,

“oh…s-shittt,” and that’s when he feels you tighten up for a second. gojo’s breathing starts to pick up, thighs aching, and he knew exactly what was preparing to build up. “baby, fuck when…when you grip down on me like that ‘m gonna c-cum again.”

and he’s serious, deadly.

his base unremittingly whacks against your slick little entrance. your fingers were barely doing any sorts of stimulation because all the attention was going straight towards gojo’s mean rich thrusts. “damn, ya always jus’ milk me every—every fuckin’ time,” and as he spoke, he made sure to match his words with his hits against your cunt. “c-can’t stop ‘cause this pussy won’t let me.”

strands of spit trickled down the corners of your lips due to your mouth being open and you moaned, feeling gojo push you up—you’re matching his lewd rhythmic pace before he lets off a sharp gasp, dumping another load into you.

“g-god, you…you always know how to make a mess out of me,” he shudders, feeling every inch of his body grow staggeringly hot. such lengths of ropes — his cum fueled you up, it was sticky and you craved for more. gojo’s breathing was irregular, and yet he still wasn’t tired.

after all….he was the strongest.

so that meant, going again and again. even if that meant going all day, because one of gojo’s favorite things was to train your pussy, you.

☆ TOJI

his stamina would be equivalent to a horse. when toji fucks…he fucks.

“nah, don’t run now, y’er the one who’s been begging for me to give this pussy attention,” he’d gruff, and your tongue was just lolled all the way out — dragging and scraping against the fabric sheets of the bed.

toji treated you like a rag doll. you’d be pushed up against him, and he’s got you in full nelson. thick cock driving right into your cunt. you find your legs being all up in the air and you’re just whimpering frenetically.

“nasty girl. made me stop doin’ my sets jus’ to fuck ya. ‘oughta be ashamed of yourself,” and then you moan, feeling him pin his beefy arms around your neck to hold you gently in place. “got anythin’ to say? did all that talkin’ ‘n now y’er just radio silent. shame.”

“n-no,” you moaned, and you felt your knees buckle. toji’s fat cock buried deep against your walls, he hit everywhere, even the spots you didn’t even know existed. you were just dumbly bouncing on his lap — tongue stupidly rolled out with your breath hitching. “fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, daddy.”

“who?”

you grew sub substantially quiet, the only sounds running out of your mouth were your quiet shaky breaths.

toji’s got you in a firm safe headlock, softly bringing a hand to squeeze against your right tit, another toying against your slick entrance before he slyly murmurs against your ear, “aw. no back talk now? tell me what you jus’ called me, baby. or you won’t get to cum on me.”

chest heaving, you swallowed whatever pride you had left, shifting your hips a bit to feel how deep he was stuffed into you before you whined. “i-i called you daddy.”

“yeah you did,” he chuckles with a low rasp, sheer bass coating his tone entirely. you felt so small. he’s so strong, lifting you up and down to just buck and jolt on his fat cock—skin sharply ricocheting against his thigh each time you make directly contact.

“you don’t gotta be shy around me, doll,” he mutters, fingers softly curling around your neck. you were pressed up against his chest and toji slows you down with one hand attached to your hip.

another swiftly gets ahold of your chin before he slips a middle finger right into your mouth. he lowly guffaws, feeling you suck on it before replying, “i’ve always liked my women a little nasty for me.”

for a brief second, you were in the midst of catching your breath.

exhaling a low sigh against toji’s pecs that you laid on. he showcases a snarky grins, pressing a kiss against the left side of your neck. “oh come onnn, don’t tell me your legs gave out already,” and then he starts to rub against your clit again. you gasp, moaning before he also gives it a playful spank. “baby, it was only like what . . six rounds? damn, guess you really are a weakling.”

☆ SUKUNA

“…woman, you—you’re so foolish,” he groans, and the curse laid back with a clenched jaw, tightened pecs, and a left hand stuck against your left hip like glue. “keep fuckin’ me like that and ‘m gonna get you pregnant.”

“get me pregnant then,” you whine, leaning in to kiss him.

sukuna grunts, bringing the left temple of your ass a rough spank before he returns the kiss. he glides his tongue alongside yours, warm breath colliding with your own. your tongue slides near his fangs and he lets off a soft groan the more you grind your hips forward towards him in such a way.

after a while, he pulls back before staring at you. his hair was messy and ruffled.

beads of sheeny sweat race down the sides of his forehead before he breathes, “you’re so stupid,” and he traces both of his thumbs against your ass, watching your cunt swallow his thick inches wholeheartedly. “course you want that. you want me to fill you again, princess—?”

“yeah, that’s why i t-told you to get me pr—”

“watch your fuckin’ mouth, little girl,” sukuna chastised, kissing the fat of your ass with another spank. “don’t forget who you’re speakin’ to.”

just as you were about to roll your eyes, you gasp once he reaches a certain sensitive spot. shortly afterwards ; you whine from the incoming sting before you rock your hips at a much more hastened pace.

it’s probably been hours, and of course, sukuna had stamina for hours, days . . perhaps years, after all it is sukuna.

you’d be lucky that he didn’t break your pussy with his thick cock. just him easing his way inside of you, aligning himself gently just so it’d be easier that way—yet you still felt every ambrosial sweetened inch. “f-fuck ‘kuna,” you’d whimper, gradually slowing your hips down.

his jaw clenches again, and his eyes linger down to witness your hips, its rotating against him in such a sloppy slow way—you grind against his lap in response and it makes his head spin.

“d-damn,” he’d swallow, and that was probably the first time you’ve made sukuna stutter. your pussy gripped around him tightly, so much force that it made your ears ring and pop. “got so much cum to flood into your nasty cunt, better be grateful ‘n take every drop,” and then his voice pitches once he brings you closer towards his face with a cold grimacing glare. “wipe that fuckin’ smirk off your face.”

“make me.” you giggle, leaning in to kiss the left side of his lip.

yet you regret even saying that because within a blink of an eye — sukuna’s already got you flipped over on your stomach. he’s already preparing to jostle his hardened dick right back into you where it belongs. “i’ll fuckin’ make you,” and then he kisses his teeth, watching you teasingly wriggle your ass from excitement before growing quiet once he finished his words. “let’s see you take both of my cocks since you wanna be all big ‘n bad, whore.”

☆ GETO

his stamina comes out of nowhere . .

you’d end up teasing geto a bit too much and he just takes it out on your pussy. until the room’s entire smell is filled with nothing but a sweetened mixture of your natural scent of his lavished cologne scent that went against your nose each time.

“fuckkk, we gotta work on this arch of yours, baby,” geto chuckles.

you’re on all fours, staring at how dumb you look in the reflection of the mirror.

geto’s propped up behind you with the smuggest grin on his face, watching your body practically go limp—you moaned, feeling each ridge and edge of his cock prod against the insides of your pussy. he studies the curve of your ass with a toothy grin before using one hand to caress your hip, guiding you with the suaveness of his voice. “bend all the way back for me, yeahhh.”

his voice went so low, it made you throb. geto could do doggystyle on you for hours on end. until his legs would cramp up — but even then, he’d be too pussy drunk to halt. just a few seconds insides your gummy walls, he might as well be living in there at that point.

“s-suguruuu,” you’d moan, the thin sheets of fabric shocking against your perky nipples.

“don’t suguruuu me unless you’re about to cum, princess,” he whispers. his voice was soothing, yet so dirty. whenever he spoke to you like that, in such sass, it never failed to make you throb. he knew how to get under your skin each time and you hated it.

but at the same time . . it turned you on, and geto of all people knew that. he’s so deep, pumping you full of inches to where you’re just inanely bouncing against the spring mattress. “and you’re not about to cum yet, are ya?”

“n-no,” you’d whine, and he smiles at the subtle faint frustration in your tone. by this point, geto’s doggystyle turned into prone bone. he’s all up and pressed against your ass. such ruthless vigorous thrusts against you, you’re drooling for more of his bulky girth, more of his inches.

geto mocks the disappointed pout you had, and you saw through the mirrored reflection. he was such a tease. “exactly, baby” he purrs before giving the back of your tank top a slight tug—you bump up against him and the very tip of his cock kisses your g-spot. you moaned loudly at the feeling of how snuggly fit inside before you feel geto spill a thick load right into your pussy. “f-fuck, but i am..”

☆ CHOSO

with choso, it’s safe to say you probably wouldn’t be walking in the morning.

he’s sweet and gentle, yet once you whine to him how you want him to be a little bit more rough for once — he complied almost immediately.

“okay, okay,” he sibilates through gritted teeth, and choso would gently pick you up, in preparation to fuck you that way. he’s sweet and tender, choso realigns himself before your arms sling around his neck and he grunts hearing the squelching ‘pop’ your pussy hummed. “don’t look at me like that, ‘m trying..”

you giggle, cupping his face to kiss the top of his nose and instantly. choso’s face grows flustered. yet his entire demeanor changed once he was balls deep, fucking you while standing up as if he wasn’t just so timid and apprehensive a literal moment ago.

“oh my goddd,” you’d whine, feeling big hands of his rub against your waist. his touch was so gingerly, grazing down your spine with a few simple fingers. his dick went deep—you panted, and choso’s ears heat up once he heard your moans directly next to his ear. “riiight there, choso. f-fuck me there.”

“praise me m-more, princess,” he mewls, his head throws back as he holds you up. you clamp down on him so good. strings of your own slick and droplets of his cum from previous rounds going against his base . . choso’s struggling to keep his eyes open. “fuckin’ sloppy, so—good,” he huffs, and you’re just slamming back down against him in the process. “tell me how good ‘m doin’ for you, please.”

as you bounced against him, your breath hitched before you snuck a kiss against his lips. “you’re doing great, baby.”

“—yeah?” he pouts. you were so warm inside, it made his head swell. choso was so lenient yet so needy for more of your praises. he’d eat them up every time. just hearing you whisper in that sweet soft voice of yours that he was making you feel good. he didn’t care if he finished - he cared whether you finished, and that was more than enough to satisfy him.

“yeah.” you reply, and he finally returns the kiss, its more sloppy than usual. his tongue breezily brushes against yours, he moans right into your mouth before he feels himself starting to bottom out.

choso’s so vocal, letting off such the sluttiest moans and whimpers into your mouth—you remain with your arms wrapped around him, jerking up and down against him as he’s got you. “f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling his thighs ache before he shifts his heels a bit. a few steps and you’re pinned right up against the wall.

shaky legs of yours snake around his waist before he hears you let off the most candied moan, more so… an orgasm. he didn’t even know you were close, and yet he looks down once he feels your entrance soak all over him.

choso pants, still carrying you before murmuring in a hoarse reticent voice, “d-did you just squirt?”

you’re in the middle of catching your breath before your bottom lip quivers. useless legs dangling alongside his waist before you huff out a shaky breath. “y-yes.”

“oh,” he murmurs before staring into your eyes, “can you do it again?” he pouts, and he’s still buried to the hilt inside of you—you let off a soft noise once choso brings you close to his chest, licking against your ear before whining off a needy, “…please?”