𝕤𝕒𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 ࿓ 𝕞𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 𝕒𝕦

𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴

— Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirschstein x f!reader

cw. mdni. modern AU, riding, creampie, tits play, car sex, cumflation, praising

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EREN JAEGER

Eren is restless and moans against your lips when you pull his hair.

Your tongues clash in his mouth and your moans cover the TV sounds as you slam your hips against his.

His thick, veiny cock sliding in and out of you with almost embarrassing ease as you ride him on the living room couch.

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bartender!getou who spots you over at the club standing awkwardly next to your friends, listening to their conversation and having no interest to join in. a drink in hand, a pretty, thin black dress wrapped around your body so tight, perfect for him to rip off. his pupils expand like a cat as he stares into your soul, his long slick black hair in a bun with strands seductively falling out the front, god he was so sexy. you quickly noticed his odd interest in you from across the club, you didn’t know why, the sexy black cat looking bartender was staring so intense at you, but it must be since you haven’t touched your drink the entire time. he was a bartender after all,

‘just a bartender’ you thought.

‘suguru!!! fuck!!!’ you moaned as he pounded his hard cock directly hitting your cervix, his strong beefy arms with a rolex attached to his wrist, holding your legs open so wide your almost doing the splits, he fucks his cock into you like a beast. your hands tied to the bed rest, ‘fuck, you look so pretty under me honey’ he whispers into your ear, ‘g-go slowly please..’ you managed to blurt out, ‘nu-uh baby, your gonna take every inch of this cock tonight like a good girl, think ya’ can do that for me?’ a high pitched moan escaped your lips as suguru continuously pounded his dick inside you, fast and hard.

*the self respect leaving your body after the handsome, sexy, big and beefy bartender brings you home and fucks the absolute brains out of you*

꒰ 𐙚 it's so lonely in my mansion — jjk men ꒱

⟡ synopsis : you've always gotten whatever you've wanted, and it doesn't stop with the men you're interested in.

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, richgirl!reader, pool boy!gojo, private chef!suguru, ceo!nanami, age gap ( reader is in her early 20s, characters are in their mid 20s to early 30s ), fingering, missionary, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, doggy

౨ৎ note : first multi-chara fic in a bit ! it's a bit shorter than what i usually write i think bc i needed to do a bio and cogsci lectures right after but please enjoy ! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

❥₊ ⊹ "o-oh fuck!" you moan out, your little frilly pink bathing suit was thrown somewhere haphazardly and your breasts press against the strong plains of satoru's bare chest.

you were staying at your parent's summer house in the hamptons, it's upkeep being done completely by the hired staff. but one member of them would always catch your attention.

snowy white hair with matching long lashes, bright cerulean eyes, and a body that's hard to take your mind off of.

satoru had recently been hired to take care your olympic-sized pool, and you certainly were not complaining at the free (not really free) show that came with him cleaning it.

every time you knew he was coming over to do some work, you'd be out sunbathing, doing pilates, or "homework" outside. and every time you'd ask him for help with something.

your sweet voice would call him over, pouty lips and big eyes stare up at him and ask him, ever so innocently, "satoruuu... can you help me with this?"

which led to where you were right now. after about 2 weeks of asking him for his help, you finally asked him if he could, "pretty please put sunscreen on my back?"

you were flipped over on your stomach, laying on a lounge chair with your skimpy pink bikini bottoms doing absolutely nothing to cover your ass and you swore you could hear him gulp loudly.

his large hands massaged the lotion into your back, getting lower and lower until he stopped right where the string of your bottoms were.

confused, you whip your head around to see why he stopped before turning back over to face him.

"fuck..." you heard him sigh under his breath before hastily pressing his lips onto yours. "you're such a fucking tease."

satoru wasted no time ripping your swimsuit off, one hand coming up to pinch one of your nipples while the other crept towards your aching heat.

his lithe fingers brush against your folds before his thumb finally presses on your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

satoru continues his ministrations on your pussy until he feels your hand wrap around his wrist, making him stop his movements. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced throughout his voice.

"no..." you mumble. "i just want you to fuck me now."

satoru lolls his head backwards and groans, "fuck, baby... you don't know what you do to me. don't know how long i've wanted to fuck you and this pretty pussy."

"then do it." you chide, getting impatient.

hurriedly, satoru removes his black board shorts, his cock springs free. the tip is flushed pink with precum leaking from it.

satoru's hands grab at the fat of your hips, pulling you down the lounge chair and making your ass flush against his his own hips.

you squirm against him, desperate for friction then whimpering when your clit bumps against the head of his dick.

"patient, princess." a small smirk pulls on his pink lips as he watches you pout up at him.

"put it in already." you groan, getting more and more impatient.

and though satoru does like how horny you are for him, he's almost sure that he's more turned on then you are. he swears he's never been this hard before.

he leans down, his arms caging you in as his cock sinks into you. "stop squeezing me... can hardly move." he moans.

"c-can't," you gasp, feeling him stretch your pussy. "you're s'big..."

your ears were ringing and stars blurred your vision, the way he was splitting you open was deliciously sinful.

satoru lets out a low moan before pulling out almost completely, only leaving the tip in before thrusting his full length in.

"oh my god!" you cry out, your manicured fingers wrap around his torso and dig into his pale skin.

his pace was relentless, the feeling of his thick cock dragging inside your walls and his tip continously pressing that gooey spot in you was overwhelming paired with his balls slapping against your ass.

you were on the brink of your orgasm, feeling the build-up in your tummy. "g'nna cum—" your sobs turn into near screams as you feel one of satoru's hands creep down and rub your puffy clit.

"cum for me. cum on my cock, god, baby please cum. c-can feel you squeezing me, oh fuck." he babbles, not entirely sure of what he was saying but he knew one thing, and it was that he was going to make sure he got to fuck you every chance he got before you left for school again.

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

❥₊ ⊹ though you have all the money you need to buy new purses, clothes, and sports cars, money simply could not buy you cooking skills. after countless of cooking classes for beginners (and dozens of burnt meals), your parents decided to hire a private chef for you. and that chef was suguru.

he was there to make whatever you wished for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which you appreciated but ever since he's come into your mansion, you've found yourself craving something... different.

and suguru could tell. each time you first came downstairs in the morning you were always in some silky pyjama set. dainty lace straps of the top would always be falling off of your shoulders where he'd see no bra strap causing his eyes to fall down to your breasts and he would see your pert nipples peeking through.

but this time, you had come downstairs in a tiny little pyjama dress that did not cover your ass at all. suguru had asked you what you wanted for breakfast and you mumbled "pancakes" quietly, still trying to wake up.

you brushed past him to open a top cupboard, standing on the tips of your toes to reach a cup, your dress moving upwards and showcasing your -- oh my god you weren't wearing any panties.

suguru held back a groan at the sight of your bare pussy before muttering a quiet "fuck it" and you felt his large hands grip your hips, flipping you around to face him before he urgently pressed his lips into yours.

soon enough, he has you bare with your ass sitting on the cold marble countertops. black tufts of hair tickle your inner thighs while your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure.

suguru licks a strip up your pussy, from your hole to your clit. then one of his hands creeps closer to your heat and a thick finger plunges into you causing you to moan out.

your hands grab at his hair, pulling at the roots and he moans against you. his fingers work wonders in you, each thrust calculated and precise. every press from the digits would hit that sweet spot that made your ears ring.

his mouth was the opposite of his fingers, wrapped around your clit slurping loudly and messily. his moans made you press his face deeper into your cunt, basically riding his face.

"cum on my face, pretty girl..." he looks up at you, alluring eyes looking at your own. "know you've been wanting to, i'll let you, baby.”

you let out a strangled cry and grind quicker against his face, clit bumping against his nose. your cries get higher in pitch until finally the dam breaks and you orgasm all over suguru's face yet he never once stops his ministrations. his mouth continues to work your clit and his fingers are still fucking into you.

you were about to be thrown into another mind-numbing orgasm, tears lining your eyes and you sobbed out in overstimulation until the high was ripped away from you.

"w-what?" you looked up at suguru, confused.

"this time, you're gonna cum on my cock instead," he says before you hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor.

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

❥₊ ⊹ he knew he had an important meeting. knew it was with your father, but here nanami is, balls deep in his competitors daughter, whispering about how much he loves you.

you were bent over his large desk, your head facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. cute little tweed skirt pushed above your hips and your gucci monogrammed fishnet tights had a hole ripped out from the crotch.

when kento had ripped the hole, you gasped, ready to give him an earful of how hard it was for you to get those but you were quickly cut off by feeling his thick cock split you open accompanied by his strained voice saying, "i'll just get you another pair... another dozen if i get to do this to you..."

his hands were grabbing at your ass, while his eyes watched it recoil with each thrust of his hips. your pussy was dragging him in deeper, squeezing him impossibly tighter, it took everything in kento to not cum early, he needed to make sure you came at least twice before he does.

the sinful noise of skin against skin, accompanied by hushed moans permeated the office. each thrust of his cock was deep and impactful, but the pace was still quick. as much as he would love to take his time with you, he can't today.

"love you, baby," he moans. "love you so much, g'nna marry you one day, i swear..." kento rolls his hips, the head of his length pressing that gooey spot in you.

you let out a mewl, freshly manicured nails gripping the mahogany wood of the desk. you fuck your hips back onto him, relishing in the sheer amount of pleasure your boyfriend was providing you.

wanting to see your face, nanami's strong arms reach around your torso and pulls you upward, your back arching. he has one strong hand against your jaw, making your head face him while his other hand slithers down to your sopping pussy.

"k-kiss me..." you struggle between moans. "please kiss me."

and kento obliges. he presses his lips to yours as his hand begins to rub hurried circles to your puffy clit, making you moan into his mouth.

the drag of his thick cock paired with the stimulation of your clit was addicting, you pull apart from the kiss and your eyes roll to the back of your head. kento was overwhelming your senses, he was everywhere you needed him and everywhere you wanted him.

as your impending orgasm catches up to you, your hand grips the wrist of the hand playing with your pussy, the blunt of your nails dig into the skin.

"i-i'm cumming!" you sob, cunt sucking his cock in deeper and coating it as well as his wrist in your arousal. "love you s'much kento!" words slurring, still riding out your orgasm.

"one more time, princess... need you to cum one more time." he groans in your ear, moving downwards to press open-mouth kisses to your neck. his cock still bullying your insides while his lithe fingers rub your little clit relentlessly.

"y-yes!" you gasp, chest heaving.

"that's it... cum for me..." he coos.

as you come down from your second high, your ears ring but as soon as you come to, you realize the ringing wasn't from them. but instead it was from your phone.

[ (1) MISSED CALL FROM : DAD ]

dad: Y/N.

dad: Where the hell are you?!

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♱ ‧₊˚. X MARKS THE SPOT ꒰ jjk men + nsfw twt visuals + accompanying drabbles ꒱ nsfw — mdni, f!reader, yuuji [oral + fingering (f!rec), squirting, hair pulling, begging, mindbreak], megumi [missionary, vanilla sex, dacryphilia], gojo [dry humping, teasing, premature ejaculation, petnames (doll, baby)], toji [gunplay, degradation, dirty talk, use of "whore"], sukuna [breeding, creampie, implied overstim, mindbreak]. part two coming with the rest of the jjk men soon. also, recs for twt accounts inclusive of all skin tones and sizes would be so appreciated ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆

yuuji itadori. he doesn't think he can go a day without eating you out; his slick-coated lips kissing and sucking on your clit while two of his fingers quirk against that one precious spot inside you that he knows will have you spilling all over his face in no time. he can't get enough of the way you tug on his pink locks, the heels of your feet digging into his shoulder blades. what he loves the most, though, is your voice. it's whiny and needy and so, so cute. he's not exactly sure what you're begging him for— but neither do you; the feeling of his hot mouth attacking your cunny and his fingers scissoring themselves against your walls is enough to have you speaking in tongues.

megumi fushiguro. he always fucks you like this— slowly, intimately, lovingly every time he returns home from a mission. breaths mingled, limbs intertwined and clouded eyes blurring the line between love and lust. he swallows the murmured "i love you's" that you leave on his lips, the weight of your words travelling straight to his cock. a hand runs through your hair as he catches the tears that fall onto the apples of your cheeks with his own, a familiar warmth flooding his chest from how loved you make him feel. he always fucks you like this— a sound reminder that at the end of the day, no matter what, he's always going to come back home to you.

toji fushiguro. he loves the thrill of fucking you with his gun. loves to hear the shakiness in your moans when he eases the barrel into your slick cunny— loves the way you cover your face from the embarrassment brought on from how much this turns you on, when you know it shouldn't. he laughs when the front side slides up against that one squishy spot inside you that has your thighs squeezing around his hand; he's sucking and kissing all over your neck, his baritone voice ringing through your ear, pushing you closer and closer to your high, "look at how you're gushin' all over my glock— does it turn you on that much? haha, you filthy fuckin' whore."

satoru gojo. he's a tease most of the time, but he won't deny how much it turns him on when you flip the switch on him. his jaw falls slack when you grind down on his hard dick while wearing those shorts of yours that he loves so much; every drag of your clothed cunny over his length making the fire in the pit of his stomach burn brighter. his laboured groans of "you're killin' me, doll," only make you grind down harder, coaxing moan after moan from him. he's quick to cum— making a mess as he spills his thick seed all over your ass; but he's back to being hard again as soon as he spots your slick leaking through the fabric of your shorts, "looks like it's my turn now, baby."

ryoumen sukuna. he fucks you with the sole purpose of filling your womb up to the brim with his cum. he despises the thought of having even a single minuscule droplet of his seed going to waste, but those thoughts leave his head as soon as he catches sight of it oozing out of your spoiled cunny. his cum is potent; thick, and creamy, and warm, and he feels himself getting hard again from admiring your fucked out state. he's quick to line up his dick a third, fourth, maybe even fifth time at your entrance, sliding into it with ease. insatiable, is what he is— fucking you full until his balls are emptied and you're reduced to nothing but a dumb, babbling mess beneath him.

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The Babysitter's Fantasy

Satoru Gojo

Pairing: Babysitter!Satoru Gojo x MILF!Reader

Summary: The babysitter becomes bold but that confidence goes away at the realization the fantasy of fucking his boss is becoming true.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap (Gojo is early 20s while reader is late 20s/early 30s), Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (m. and f. receiving), Tittyjob, Nipple Play, Cum Eating, Breeding Kink, Cream Pie

“Hey ‘Toru.” You smile at the babysitter that opens the door for you. You walk inside your home, and notice how quiet the house is, meaning that your daughter is asleep. “Everything alright? I’m assuming she fell asleep.”

“She did. Swimming tired her out.” Satoru tells you. You smile at him before walking to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water. It’s so hot out. 

Satoru follows, awkwardly standing in the kitchen and watching as you pour yourself some water. His eyes go to your cleavage, his mouth nearly salivating at the sight. You’re wearing a tank top with a push up bra, it’s hard for him not to stare.

“It’s so hot out, I can’t wait for summer to be over.” You comment before beginning to chug the water, and Satoru’s jaw nearly drops as some of the water drips from your chin and down to your chest.

“Y-Yeah, it’s so hot.” He stutters. The dirtiest thoughts go through his mind as you finish drinking the water. You put the glass down on the counter and grab a piece of paper towel to clean up the water. “So how was your day? What did you do?”

“Well I did a little shopping with my girl friends, then we went out to dinner… Not much.” You answer, and he watches you gently soak up the water that's on your chest. You pass it much faster and stronger, making your cleavage bounce a bit. “As interesting as life gets.”

“Oh? I can make life a bit more interesting for you…” He says with a sudden boost of confidence, and he quickly bites his tongue as he realizes the words that escaped his mouth. He’s about to mutter an apology, but you speak before.

“Hmm…? How so?” You ask, walking over to the man. You hold back a smirk as you get closer and closer to him. Satoru thinks of what to say as you get closer and closer to him. But he notices that look in your eyes, and maybe he isn’t in trouble… Or the trouble he’s in is one that he wants.

“Have you ever had a fling with your babysitter?” He raises his brow, and you chuckle. You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him into a kiss, your tongue quickly invading his mouth. Your tongue slides over his’. His eyes are wide open… He didn’t expect this. But he closes his eyes eventually, enjoying it. His fantasies are slowly becoming true.

You pull away, a smile on your lips. Satoru’s cheeks are pink, and his eyes are in disbelief. Is this going to happen? And while he’s processing everything, he doesn’t move. You grab his hand, putting it over your breasts.

“Don’t you want to touch them?” You question. He grabs your tit, his eyes focused on your cleavage before they go up to your face. “You can do more…”

“What about your daughter?” He asks, and you wonder where that bit of confidence that he had, went. 

“She’s knocked out. Swimming always knocks her out, and it’ll take an apocalypse for her to wake up.” You tell him, your hands going to his belt. You begin to unbuckle it, getting on your knees. You unbutton his pants, and before pulling them down, you look up at him, “Or do you not want this right now?”

“I do want this… I just don’t want your daughter to-” He begins, and you pull his pants down along with his boxers. You study his dick, and it’s big, something you didn’t expect from him. You’ll certainly have fun with the babysitter.

“She’s knocked out, trust me, she won’t wake up.” You assure him, knowing that when she’s knocked out, nothing can wake her up. You look up at him, and he bites his bottom lip. He’s waiting for your pretty mouth to wrap around his cock.

You smile at him before your tongue drags along his shaft. Your tongue begins to circle around the tip. You’re not even doing anything, and a couple of whimpers leave his lips. You don’t want to see how loud he gets when your mouth wraps around his cock.

“Just make sure you aren’t too loud, ‘kay?” You say, looking up at him with the sweetest eyes. He nods rapidly in response. He just wants to feel your mouth wrapped around his dick. 

Your mouth wraps around his cock, taking in as much as you can because his cock is just too much for you to take in your mouth. You begin to bob your head, and your mouth feels better than he imagined. He’s always imagined you on your knees, sucking his cock.

He’s dreamt about this moment, and any other women he’s been with have just been a placeholder for you. He’s imagined them as you while they scream his name. You’re the woman of his dreams. Ever since he first met you, two years ago, he’s fantasized about you. And now you’re on your knees, stuffing your face with his cock.

Your hands wrap around the parts of his cock that aren’t in your mouth, and you twist your hands. You look up at him, seeing the great face of pleasure that’s all over him. He bites his bottom lip, muffling the moans that escape his throat. He looks back down at you, admiring how pretty you look with his cock stuffing your mouth.

You take his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick. Your hands jerk him off while your mouth goes to his balls to suck on them. Satoru shuts his eyes, trying his best to control himself. How pathetic would it be for him to come so soon?

But you’re doing this because you want him to come. It always works with the guys you suck off, within a couple of minutes they always bust. You finally hear a moan that escapes his lips, one that isn’t muffled.

Your mouth wraps around his cock again, this time taking everything into your mouth, even though you’re gagging. Your hands are now on his thighs. Satoru finally looks back down at you, watching the tears that form in your eyes. 

“Fuck-” He finally says. He just wants to grab the back of your head and fuck your mouth but he’s scared that you’ll get pissed off and stop. He wants to fuck you at least once before pulling off something risky.

You’re watching him. He throws his head back, a couple of moans leaving his lips before he begins to bite down his lip again. It takes everything in him to not let his moans roam into the air, it just feels so good. It gets harder and harder to hold back as his release approaches.

You continue to try and take his length fully into your mouth, tears streaming down your face is your constant gagging. You’re supposed to get used to this but the gagging won’t stop. But you want to give your babysitter the best treatment possible.

“Your mouth- It feels so good-” He groans before he comes in your mouth. His cum hits the back of your throat, and fuck it’s so much. You take his cock out of your mouth, your mouth filled with his cum. You swallow it all and then stick your tongue out to show him. And he could come again just at your face. “You look so pretty.”

You stand up and watch him as he pulls his pants up. Your finger cleans up the edges of your mouth that have some of his cum. You lick your finger clean before speaking, “Do you want to continue this in the bedroom?”

“Uh- Yeah…” He nods. You chuckle, wondering where all the confidence that he had, went. You grab his hand and before you can lead him to the bedroom that he knows so well (although he isn’t supposed to) you ask,

“Can you be quiet, ‘Toru? You can’t be too loud since my daughter is on the same floor.” 

“I’ll be quiet, no need to worry.” He answers. He’s bluffing, he could barely handle himself while your mouth was wrapped around him. But if he says otherwise, you’ll most likely stop.

You begin to lead him to the bedroom, and he won’t lie and say he’s nervous as you two get closer and closer to your room. Once you’re inside, you lock the door. Satoru stands awkwardly and looks at the room, making it seem like it’s his first time there.

“You know, Satoru, I like it when men are harsh. A bit dominating. But I know you’re nervous” You share with him, your hand landing on his shoulder. Your lips then go to his ear. “Please do me a favor and take a seat on the bed, I have a little gift for you.”

Satoru takes note of all your words before walking to the bed and taking a seat. He’s so obedient, it’s cute. You take off your tank top and unhook your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You walk over to him and get on your knees again.

“I’ve seen you staring at them quite a bit.” You say as you pull his pants down again. He’s hard again. You smirk at him while your hands grab your tits, holding them together while you bring your lips together and spit on his cock.

You put his cock between your tits and squeeze them together. You begin to move your cleavage up and down his cock, and you see how pink his face is, something that you hadn’t noticed earlier. Or perhaps it’s new. 

You hear the low moans that escape his lips. He throws his head back, trying his best to control himself. Your tits just feel so nice. “You like that, don’t ya?”

“Y-Yeah-” He can’t help but stutter. He now knows that you like harsh men, but he can’t help but be so weak while you fuck him with your tits. He’s dreamed about this– He doesn’t know if your boobs are real or fake, he just knows that he’s stared at them for so long and has dreamed of having them squeeze his cock like this. And it feels so good.

You lower your head and begin to circle the tip of his cock with your tongue. His eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your tongue and your tits on his cock. God, there is one. There is a God that listens to Satoru’s prayers because the man has spent countless nights dreaming and fantasizing a similar situation.

You know it won’t take much for him to come again. He lets a couple of moans into the air, your tits moving faster around him. You stop licking the tip of his cock, and just watch him. He looks back at you, still as pink as earlier. He looks so hot.

“You look so cute~” You comment, and he doesn’t say anything. He loves the feeling of your tits squeezing his cock. “You gonna come soon, pretty boy?”

He hums in response, and you love how that sounds. He sounds so hot, and you’re just thinking about how cute he sounds. Is this how all younger guys act? If so, then maybe you should do this more often.

“Come for me.” You tell him. Your voice just sounds so hot to him. He closes his eyes, a groan leaving his lips as he comes. He covers your chest with his cum, and you let go of his cock.

Your hand goes up to your tits and your finger spreads his cum. You massage it onto your nipple as you stand up from the floor. You lean in, practically putting your boobs on his face. He watches as you pinch your nipples, and he waits for you to say something. What is he supposed to do?

“Taste yourself.” You say. He licks your nipple, tasting his own cum.  He continues licking until it’s practically clean. Then he goes to the other nipple and does the same thing.

Once it’s clean, you stand up straight and smirk at him. You unbutton your shorts and begin to pull them down, leaving you in just your panties. You feel his hand on your chest, and he begins to pinch your nipple as he waits for you to order him around. 

Your hands go to the hem of his shirt and you begin to lift it up. He helps you out, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side. He doesn’t care where it lands. His hands go to your waist and he pulls you in, while your hand goes to his cheek. A smirk is on your lips as you look down at him.

“You think you can handle what’s about to come, pretty boy?” You ask him, your voice seducing. It drives him wild.

Your lips go down to meet his’, your tongue quickly swiping over his lips. His mouth parts and your tongue enters. Your tongue explores his mouth before it presses against his own. When you pull away, your hands go down to take off your panties. You let them fall onto the floor. Your hand goes to his chest and you push him back onto the bed.

You straddle him, your hand going to his cock and slowly stroking it, a sinister smile on your face as you look down at him. “You’ve fantasized about this, haven’t you?”

“So much.” He admits. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about because in the end, his fantasy is becoming true. His pretty little boss on top of him; that’s the dream. You align his cock with your entrance before slowly pushing yourself down on him.

A moan escapes his lips as your cunt wraps around him. You try not to make any noise as his cock stretches you out. You shut your eyes, taking in every bit of him. You didn’t think he’d be this big. Sure, Satoru is a pretty tall guy and in great shape, but you weren’t expecting this from him. From all the guys you’ve been with, you weren’t expecting the twenty-something-year-old that’s younger than you to have the biggest dick you’ve taken.

You take a couple of seconds to adjust to his length before you slowly move on top of him. He admires your face, mesmerized. You look so pretty while on top of him, it’s just like he imagined. He’s always admired your beauty, although his eyes have mostly been glued to other places. 

“Do you like this?” You ask him as your hands go to his chest, holding on to support. You wish you’d hear him whine and moan, but your daughter is on the same floor, and that’s risky. His cock inside you feels so good, so you’re definitely doing this again. By the way he drools over you, you know that he’ll come back begging for more. They always do, but the babysitter will do more than all of them.

“Y-Yeah.” The confident man that he once was is long gone. He’s been gone. The moment you grabbed his hand and put it over your chest he became a pathetic man. His hands go to your waist, and they go down until they reach your ass. 

Your mouth is parted, cute little noises leaving your lips as you ride him. He’ll be dreaming about this, that’s for sure. You feel so nice and warm around him. He loves the way you move your hips, the way your pretty face looks, the way your cunt wraps around his cock. Everything. Oh, he could get on one knee and propose right away.

“I’m liking this too-” You respond. You feel a sharp slap on your ass, and a smirk comes onto your face, knowing how he’s slowly becoming confident and comfortable. Next time he’ll be rougher with you, hopefully. 

Satoru begins to thrust in and out of you. One hand goes over your mouth, muffling the sounds that leave your lips. His dick is moving so much faster inside of you than the pace you had set. You had seen the handsome babysitter a couple of times, why had you never thought of this?

Your lips go down and you peck his lips before your tongue licks his lips. He opens his mouth, ready to let your tongue in, but you don’t kiss him.

“Have you ever fantasized about getting me pregnant?” You ask him, his eyes nearly going wide at your words. That’s something he wasn’t expecting to hear… But he doesn’t understand why that thought is so hot. “I’ve always wanted a son.”

“Hmm…” He watches as your tits bounce with every stroke. He can imagine them filled with milk, so much bigger than they are now. That’d be a nice sight for sore eyes. And you’d come back to him too if you were to carry his baby. You’re asking for it, so of course he’ll give it to you. “I can knock you up.”

“Please. Give me your babies.” You tell him as one hand goes down to play with your clit. You hear the groans that leave his lips, and how unregulated his thrusts are getting. “You gonna come soon, pretty boy? Fuck- Are you gonna give me your babies?”

“I’ll give you my babies. I’ll give you a son.” He responds. Your cunt is squeezing around him, and it feels so great. He can’t contain himself much longer, it’s actually amazing how he’s controlled himself. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” He moans, closing his eyes as he reaches his release. His seed fills you up. He gives a couple more thrusts before pulling his cock out, and your cunt feels weird at the sudden emptiness although it isn’t empty. You continue playing with your clit. 

Satoru would keep fucking you but his cock can’t take much more after coming three times. He knows that you haven’t come, and he’s disappointed in himself. 

Satoru’s hands go to your waist and he picks you up, getting you off him and putting you down on the bed. You sit up, and he spreads your legs. He doesn’t want this to be a disappointing experience for you.

His tongue begins to lick up and down your folds, some of his cum getting on his tongue. You look at him, or at least what you can see, which is his snow-white hair. 

His tongue goes down and inserts itself into your cunt. His tongue swirls around, while his hand goes up to play with your clit. He knows that even if you don’t sleep with him again, then at least this will be a memorable experience for you.

“That’s so good.” You moan, your orgasm quickly building up. You were so close to finishing before the man took his cock out. He’s definitely proving himself, and you’re going to have to come back to experience this again and again, until he becomes the man you’d dream of having sex with.

Satoru takes his tongue out and moves it to your clit. He flicks his tongue a bit before he begins to suck on your clit. You’ll make sure that next time your daughter is at her father’s house.

“Satoru-” That’s the first time his name rolls off your tongue. Your voice is so sweet, and his name just sounds so amazing coming from your pretty lips.

Your hands go to his hair, your fingers running through the strands. You shut your eyes, your nose slightly scrunching up as you see white, your legs shaking. Satoru doesn’t know when to stop, but you pull up his head, detaching his mouth from your clit.

You wait a couple seconds to catch your breath before speaking.

“Aren’t you cute~” You comment, taking note of his pink cheeks that you had seen before but never in this setting. His breathing is heavy, and he has to take a couple of seconds before saying anything.

“D-Did you like that?” All of his confidence is gone again. You can’t help but chuckle, loving his shyness; it’s not a trait you’d look for in a guy, but it certainly suits Satoru.

“I did… You should come back next week.”

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Hold me for a bit longer

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Description: Being the wife of a pro hero is no easy feat— being the pregnant wife of a pro hero makes things much harder. With a baby belly so big you can only waddle as you walk, Shota decides to take some of the weight into his own hands in hopes of providing some relief.

Warnings: established relationship, pregnancy, mentions of sickness

Word count: 1,506

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The concept of life, the fragility of it, never seemed to fully sink it for Shota. As a hero who’s witnessed more disasters and catastrophes than he’d like to recount, he understands well the value of a single life, but he never truly understood how precious it is.

His eyes burned with a need of sleep that had been chasing him for the entire week, slowly wearing him down until he was sure he was a mere second away from falling asleep on the couch. His heart ached to see you. He’d just arrived from his night patrol and simply wanted to catch sight of the treasure he calls his lover.

You walked out of your shared room, recently showered and sporting one of his shirts over your figure. His heart almost seized at the sight. He couldn’t help the adoring smile that pulled at his lips. His shirt, which usually swallowed you whole, now hung over the top of your growing belly.

Shota hauled himself off the couch, dragging his feet over wooden floors until you were within his reach. Tired, sore eyes twinkled with the purest forms of love as he basked in the sight of you. One hand on your jaw, the other clinging to your fingers, he smiled tenderly as you leaned into his touch.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he gazed into those sweet hues of yours, memorizing each twinkle of light caught in your eyes. “How are you?” He murmured, tender and warm.

You sighed, smiling at the warmth of his touch. “Tired,” Gently, you pulled him in just enough to plant a soft pressing of your lips on his cheekbone, right over the scar that ran over his skin. “I missed you today—” As if on cue, you winced slightly, putting a hand over your swollen belly. “We missed you today,” you corrected with a soft laugh.

A sense of adoration softened the sharp lines of your lover’s eyes, his lips turned up in a shy smile. He carefully got on his knees, as if he were scared of spooking the baby within you, and cupped the sides of your belly tenderly. “I missed you, too, kid,” His voice was a whisper, the words gentle and soft. “You’ve been good to your mom?”

You winced again but bit back a smile at the look of astonishment that sparkled in your husband’s eyes as the baby kicked right where his hand was pressed. It’s like this every time. The tiny treasure growing within you always seemed to know when their dad was speaking to them. Shota's eyes always glistened with something akin to wonder and joy whenever the baby reacted to him. It was one of the most precious things you’ve witnessed.

As the baby shifted and continued to kick around, you sighed, letting yourself lean against the wall behind you for support. Shota looked up, concern washing over his features as your face twisted in pain. “Everything alright, angel?”

A single stiff nod was his only reply as you took in deep breaths. Finally, you gave a tired smile. “Yeah, yeah,” Once his fingers were once again locked around your own again, you gave what was meant to be a reassuring squeeze, but turned out to be a hand-crushing grip. “Baby's just getting a bit too big to be moving around this much.”

He watched with a frown as you rolled your shoulders back, adjusting your posture in a vain attempt of finding comfort. Shota had to admit, he didn’t understand how you could walk— well, waddle— with such a swollen belly in the way. He now had to help you get out of bed, hold your hand to help you sit down— he even learned how to paint your toenails now that you couldn’t do it on your own. Never in a million years would he ever complain about small details such as these— he adores doing whatever it takes to keep you happy— but he wasn’t blind to how tired and uncomfortable you grew as your belly continued to swell.

A frown settled on his lips as he looked back at your belly. “Is there anything you need?” He rose to his feet, reassuringly squeezing your hand.

You smiled at his concern, pulling his hand to your lips so you could plant a kiss over his knuckles. “I need this baby out of me,” You only half-joked, remembering you still had at least two more months until your due date. “My back is killing me.”

Shota watched as you once again tried to roll your shoulders back in an attempt to alleviate the aches pf your back, frowning at the look of discomfort that twisted your face. His heart ached for you. The process of seeing your body change over the months has been somewhat bittersweet. The joy of knowing a new member of your family will finally be in his arms makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter, but the bouts of sickness and discomfort that wrack your body flood him with concern.

With lips pulled into a thin line, he toyed around with a thought that swirled around his mind. His hands trailed up to the apples of your cheeks, cupping the sides of your face gently as he searched your gaze. Voice low, he asked, “May I try something?”

Curiosity flashed in your eyes as you leaned into his touch. You turned your face to the side, kissing the palm of his hand with ghostly pressings of your lips. A sigh escaped your lips. “Yeah,”

Shota pulled you away from the wall you leaned on and moved so he was standing behind you. His arms wrapped around you, allowing for his hands to gently cup the bottom of your belly. “Lean into me,” He whispered into your ear, huffing a breath of amusement at your confused expression. “Trust me. Lean back.”

Following his order, you pressed your back to his chest, relaxing into the warmth of his body. “What now?”

His thumbs caressed your belly tenderly. “Take a deep breath.” Once he felt the steady rise of your chest, he slowly and carefully took the weight of your growing baby into his own hands, lifting your belly gently and releasing the pressure from your aching bones. He smiled at the sigh of relief that flew past your lips. “Does this help?”

With your head falling back on his shoulder, you peered up at him with adoration twinkling in your eyes. Shota's heart fluttered. “I love you so much.” A hushed breath carried your voice through the cracks of his heart, giving way for warmth to bloom in his chest as heat rose to his cheeks.

He kissed the top of your head before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Maybe that’ll help him hide how flustered he truly is. His hands continued to hold the weight of the life growing within you, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over the skin of your belly. “I love you, too,” The baby kicked at one of his hands, right on cue. “Yeah, I love you, too, kid.” Shota looked over your shoulder, down at the swollen belly in his hands. He smiled. “They’re heavy.”

You snickered. “I know.”

Shota released a breath of wonder, letting his chin rest over your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

A bright smile tugged at your lips. “So much better,” Your body sunk further into your lover’s. “I really needed this. Thank you.”

Your husband hummed. “Let me know where you’re ready for me to let go.”

Immediately, your hands latched onto his, almost holding on for dear life. “Please,” Your voice was urgent, tight with a plead. “Not yet. Just… hold me for a bit longer.”

Shota's smile grew. His lips caught the side of your face in a gentle kiss. His hands never wavered or strayed away. “Okay,” he breathed. “I’ve got you.”

His heart was light. The weight of your growing baby in his hands made his heart swell with excitement. He doesn’t know how long he stood there, with your back pressed against him and your swollen belly resting in his hands, but he isn’t in a hurry to pull away. Tears welled in his eyes, clinging to his lashes before dropping onto his cheeks. He once again hid by the crook of your neck, breathing shakily as your hands cupped his, joining him in the efforts of holding your belly.

Shota was only starting to understand how precious life was. He still had so much to learn— so much love to give. But right at that moment, he realized he was living in a moment in time he never believed could belong to him. The weight of the unborn creation of your love on his hands made this so much more real to him.

He has a family. His family is growing.

And he knew that, no matter what, he’d keep the treasures of his heart far from the dangers of this world.

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「 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐧. 」

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jake sully x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw(+18), minors dni. clit play, fingering, pussy slapping, degradation kink, praise kink, choking kink, dacryphilia, mean jake, use of "girl", manhandling, slight size kink/difference.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after getting jake angry, he turns to take it out on you instead.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is absolute filth. i am so sorry. likes, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated. my inbox is open to new ideas and requests.

every shakey breath, broken wail, orgasm. his bulge grew in size each time you moaned his name, pleading for more.

each time a tear ran down your face from the immense amount of pleasure his fingers would give you reminded him how dirty you were.

“c’mon, let me hear you.” he growled, giving your cunt a light slap that sent your body into a small spasm.

a whimper left from your throat as you felt him spread your legs farther apart, pushing them on either side of your head.

your pussy clenched at the cold air that hit it, shivers getting sent up her spine. “i said,” his hand came in contact with the center of your throat, squeezing at the sides of it, making sure to leave a mark.

his face came close to yours, his hot breath fanning over your nose, getting you even more flustered.

you watched from below as his hooded eyes went dark once more, the palm wrapped around your neck pressing tighter.

“let me fuckin’ hear you.”

he crashed his lips onto yours roughly, engulfing your plump lips with his. he was hit with the sweet taste of your lips, and a hint of your tears too.

“jake.” you managed to babble out against his lips

his hand slid down from your throat, trailing down the valley of your breasts. a surprised gasp fell from your lips as you felt his fingers back on your pussy, working at your - already - swollen clit.

“atta girl,” he praised.

the tip of his fingers continued to assault your pussy, going in the same motion, at the same pace; slow and steady. “there’s my dirty girl.”

“feels s’good, sir.”

he pressed another kiss to your lips, this time it was rather soft, not the usual rough, sloppy clash.

he was obviously a sucker for degradation, but sometimes he had to turn that off and show his darling some love, or in this case, through pleasure.

light moans fell from his lover’s mouth, the sweet stir-up in your stomach getting tighter and tighter every time he circled around your clit.

noticing the shut eyes and the change in cries, he carried on to quicken the pace, helping you fall over the edge a little faster.

“you can do it, i know you can, baby.” he praised once more, pressing another tender kiss to your forehead

you released a loud sob as you reached your climax, the overwhelming feeling of pleasure hitting all the right spots between your thighs.

“please, jake.”

the shades of last night’s starry sky coming into play, bright spots of purple and blue nearly blinding your sight.

you dug your face into the crook of his neck, trying to calm yourself down from your recent high.

wrapping his arms around your body, he rested his cheek against yours contently. he pecked your shoulder softly, tracing circles into your skin with his thumb.

he returned the comfort, rubbing your back gently. “i got you, baby. shh.”

Toxic ex husband gojo getting us pregnant is such a superior thought 😩

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

cw/ tw. fem!reader, mildly dubious consent, jealousy, unprotected sex, mentions of trying to get pregnant, cheating (but not with Gojo and reader), manipulation (kinda), obsessive behavior, breeding kink, reader's bf is an oc, pet names (ex. pretty girl, baby) | wc. 800+

an. mmk hear me out on this.

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t take it well when you tell him you have a boyfriend after bumping into him in the grocery store parking lot. At least, you don’t think he does. It’s hard to tell, his expression inscrutable as ever behind his dark sunglasses.

“Is that so?” he finally says, and for some reason, it makes you nervous. 

“Yeah…he’s nice.” You rattle on about how you met your boyfriend, Rin, through a friend, how he’s an investment banker and takes you out to his cabin on the weekends, and wants kids—

He smiles, and you relax a little. “That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

But if you weren’t so up in the air about bumping into your ex after several months of silence—since his mom invited you over for the holidays—you’d realize how dangerous that smile is.

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who starts showing up in odd places after that.

First, it’s at your favorite coffee shop you usually stop at on your way to work. It’s weird because you remember him hating coffee, loading it with creamer and sweetener just to get rid of the bitter taste. But you don’t mention it when he offers—no, insists on paying for your coffee and blueberry streusel muffin.

He shrugs, smiling, after you tell him it’s expensive—when has that ever bothered me?—and slides a shiny black card across the counter to the barista.

The second time is while you’re walking through the quaint park near your place, which you know is far from his sleek penthouse on 5th Avenue—a thirty-minute drive, at least.

“I bought a house out here. The one up on the hill,” he tells you. 

You know which one he’s talking about. You’ve driven past it before, a cozy brick stone with lots of windows, a white picket fence, and a large backyard.

According to a real estate website, his house is a little over a million. 

Interest must be written all over your face because he asks, “You want to see it?”

Obviously, you shouldn’t say yes.

“Sure.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who watches you take in the hardwood floors and tall ceilings trimmed with crown molding. When you stop in the massive kitchen, something you’ve always wanted, he eyes you questioningly. “So? What do you think?”

The smile you give him is genuine. “It’s beautiful.”

Gojo matches your smile with a bigger one, almost blinding. “That’s good, that’s good.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who suggests dinner—friends can have dinner together, can’t they?—which leads to two glasses of wine and then watching movies on his very soft couch. If you were more aware, you probably would have noticed the signs sooner, that he avoids any conversation around Rin, that maybe he’s trying to—

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who presses you into the couch cushions, biting marks into your neck and chest until your breaths come out fast and high-pitched.

“We shouldn’t,” you manage to say, still tipsy and tongue heavy in your mouth from the wine you had.

He chuffs a laugh against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. “Doesn’t this remind you of old times, though?”

“B-but I have a boyfriend.”

In retaliation, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh around your fluttering pulse. 

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who bunches the lace of your panties in his fist, shoving them up around your knees, trapping your legs together against your chest. A long, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest at the sight of the creamy mess between your thighs. “Such a pretty wet pussy, fuck.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who holds his hand up to your mouth, telling you to lick before he wraps it around his cock, pressing the tip into your slick cunt. And you forgot how big he is, just on the side of too much, the bit of effort it takes for him to sink in a little, and then all at once, rending you right down the middle.

“There you go, pretty girl,” Gojo breathes, hips tight and close, grinding into you so that you can feel how deep he is. “I see you can still take it.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who fucks you hard enough to send you skittering up the couch, only to pull you back down again. You whine into where your face is pressed against the back cushions, biting down to muffle how loud you’re being.

He tuts and forces you to look at him again with his fingers digging into your cheeks.

"What if I give you a little baby, huh? We'll be a family together. You, me, and our baby in this big house. Doesn't that sound nice?" he mutters, bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth, forcing your legs further against your chest.

The angle rubs just right inside you. You make an unintelligible noise at the back of your throat, unable to move or get better friction in this position.

“We did it your way last time, didn’t we, baby?” his little laugh is breathless, kind of mean. “I let you leave, but now we’re going to do it my way from now on.”

His words should strike alarm bells in your head, but when he fits his hand between your bodies to strum his thumb against your clit, your mind empties.

it’s him, it’s fanfic!eren

You and boyfriend!Bakugou drunkenly fuck one night without a condom, his burning mouth on your nipples and fat cock buried in you felt too good to tell him to stop before he came inside.

And he did. Deep, deep in you.

It’s not until a few weeks later that you don’t quite feel like yourself. You purchase a pregnancy test and take it, glaring at it from the toilet the whole two minutes it takes to curate your results.

Positive.

Katsuki gets home and instantly notices your nerves, and you can’t wait to tell him after dinner like you’d planned. When his belly would be full and he’d be at his most content.

So you tell him. And he smiles.

Later, when he gets you under him again, he starts cooing down at you, “Such a good girl that you got pregnant from doing it raw just one time?” You feel a hot and heavy hand linger on your lower belly, warm eyes looking down at you with reverence, “Fucked you so well this pussy had no choice, huh?”