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𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛 ♛

Eren

Corruption

Teenage Dirtbag

Teenage Dirtbag pt2

The boy is mine

Connie

Best Friend

Bf connie request

Shut me up

Onyankopon

Social butterfly Ony x outcast reader

In the studio

Teaching you how to ride

Dawg ass n*gga

Armin

Kiss me more

𝐽𝑢𝑗𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑢 𝐾𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑛 ♛

Choso

Good form

virgin!Choso

student-athlete!Choso

Still Life (on AO3)

Gojo

Both ain't shit

Obsessed frat!Gojo

Toji

Domesticated Toji

Firefighter!Toji

Sukuna

I Hate you

Unc!kuna

Nanami

TA!Nanami

𝐺𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑎 ♛

Enjin

Bf!Enjin

Lil ole meee?? Thank you so muchhhaaah I’m glad people enjoy my silly lil freaky deaky ass stories lol. You’ll be ten times better than me in no time and I’ll be here to read all your future works !! <3 n the bestest of journées to you

♱ some more visuals

"He'd lived in the cold his whole life, built a barrier out of it, and it had never once bothered him, it had protected him. So why, with your warmth barely gone, was it suddenly unbearable?" ─ Chapter 14

a Tattoo artist!Choso x reader fanfic on AO3

This had become a routine over the past few weeks months now. Every time you came back from a mission, Choso’s hands were on you before you could even set your things down, his eyes frantically searching your body always lingering on your stomach.

“Baby…you feel any different?” he’d ask, voice soft with that familiar little whine, his large hand resting gently against your abdomen. Like always, you’d slowly shake your head.

His shoulders slumped instantly, those big puppy dog eyes losing their hopeful shine. You sighed, cupping his face in your hands “Hey, don’t look so upset”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, before finally brushing one against his lips. For a moment, he just looked at you.

“M-maybe we should try again” His expression brightened almost immediately as he scooped you up into his arms, already making his way toward the bedroom “Just one more time, okay?”

He said it the same way he always did. Like this time might finally be the one.

Choso's already losing it. Breath uneven, forehead pressed to yours, hands gripping your legs where he's got them pushed back, folding you in half like it's nothing, like he can't get close enough and needs to reach even deeper than he already is.

Every little sound you make goes straight to his head, has him twitching, trying to keep it together but clearly failing but then again it's not like he was trying that hard.

"Fuck.." he breathes, voice shaky, eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you like you're everything "You feel—so good.."

He's a mess about it too, not even a semblance of composure, just pussy drunk and overwhelmed, like he doesn't know what to do with how much he wants you.

You felt him twitching inside you, he was close and so were you “you holding back, Cho?” You grinned at how flushed he looked as he lost himself in your dripping cunt “you wanna cum already ?” You reached your arms out and Choso immediately leaned into your touch.

“I’m s-sorry…you must be tired of this” he breathed out, thrusts faltering for a minute, like your arms wrapping around him was what would finally push him over the edge.

“I want it, Cho” you whispered making sure to stare into his eyes, absolutely relishing the way he got impossibly nervous “Deep inside, okay? You want a baby, right?”

“Y-yes! I do…with you” He quickly nodded and god was he just adorable, even when he was rearranging your guts “then fill me up” you said and he was a goner, fucking into you so good you just might lose your mind until you felt your walls getting coated with his warm cum, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping from him when your greedy walls suddenly clamped down around him “Hmph-fuck..”

Your chest rose and fell as you slowly caught your breath, fingers absentmindedly combing through Choso’s hair while he stayed tucked against your neck, unwilling to move just yet, keeping his dick lodged inside you and keeping you full with him seed. His arms remained wrapped securely around your waist as you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead “I’m sure it’ll catch this time” you whispered.

Choso slowly lifted his head, his brows pinched together as he looked at you with those impossibly soft eyes. “J-just… one more time, please” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper “Just once more… so we know for sure”

He looked at you like he was begging, lashes fluttering as he searched your face for any sign of you giving in. This was unfair. He wore that helpless expression so naturally, and whether he realized it or not, he knew exactly what it did to you.

You didn’t even bother pretending to think about it, mostly because you actually enjoyed getting stuffed full by your whiny little boyfriend who was desperately trying to knock you up “…Okay”

His eyes lit up instantly “Really?”

You smiled, already reaching up to cup his face “Yeah, really” then you added, quietly “I want a baby with you too”

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art creds: @/hunnismoker (insta)

✴︎ an upcoming CHOSO KAMO (and my first!) AO3 fic by ©bladebarbie

tags : choso x fem!reader, tattoo artist!Choso, older brother Choso, age gap, he doesn't fuck with you at first, angsty, mentions of depression, reader and Yuji are best friends, college au, no curses, hurt comfort, he's down bad, eventual smut, family issues, one original character, unrequited love, other jjk characters ⭒

⸺ “You want to talk about who failed him? Really? Because I promise you that’s not a conversation you’re going to win with me, Choso”

"I can't"

summary ⭒ Choso Kamo packed up his entire life for his brother without thinking twice after a disturbing call. He left behind unfinished business and told himself he was fine with that, he had no other choice but to be. He resented you, his brother’s best friend, for reasons he knew weren’t fair, and you didn’t think much of him either.

And yet, after a lifetime of denying himself everything, you’re the first person who made him want more.

"I want it"

Toji had suffered a concussion and a fracture to his right leg while saving two people from a burning building, and somehow, being put on bed rest was the worst thing that could’ve happened to him.

You walked in from a quick grocery run to find him halfway across the living room, crutches barely holding him up while he dragged himself toward the couch making you nearly drop every bag on the floor “Toji!”

He looked up, completely and infiruatingly unbothered “What are you doing?” You grabbed his arm before he could take another limping step “You’re not supposed to be walking around!”

“Sick of the bedroom, wanted the couch” he said, like that was more than a reasonable explanation.

“Oh my God, you’re so damn hardheaded” You guided him the rest of the way to the couch, where he dropped down with a satisfied exhale. His injured leg stretched across the cushions while the other hung off the side, and you immediately adjusted the blanket over him.

“Did you take your afternoon meds? Does your leg hurt? You were walking on it—”

“Yeah, yeah, I took ’em” Toji leaned back against the armrest, far too entertained by your concern. The fractured leg barely registered as more than an inconvenience to him. To you, it had been the worst phone call of your life.

He still teased you about crying all over his hospital bed that day, unable to understand why you were so upset when he’d survived just fine.

“More importantly, what time you picking up the brat from judo?” he asked, hand settling on your thigh out of nowhere.

You looked at him sideways “Around five. Why…?”

“Why” he repeated, like the question amused him. His hands moved to your waist, and before you could react, he was pulling you down onto the couch with him, maneuvering you between his legs with too much ease for an injured man “you been treating me like a porcelain doll for weeks” he said, grinning up at you “I broke my leg, the rest works just fine”

“Toji, the doctor said–” You began but he cut you off with a scuff

“Just say you don’t wanna put in the work” The grin didn’t waver “Wouldn’t expect much else from a pillow princess anyway”

You knew better than to fall for his provocations, but this was just too much, even for you.

And Toji couldn’t have possibly anticipated such a complete 180 from you. His doting personal nurse from just a few hours ago now had him shaking, face flushed and twisted into a mix of pleasure and frustration “Fucking hell… ha—I can’t” he blurted out in that rough, raspy voice of his.

Your grip on his aching cock loosened slightly so as not to push him over the edge just yet “You need to hold it in a little longer. Come on, you can do it” you cooed, cruelly stroking his twitching dick nice and slow, relishing the thick string of precum that dripped onto his stomach.

“I told you I can’t, woman!” he groaned, his voice breaking. He immediately regretted raising his voice when he felt your thumb glide along one of his veins before pressing against his urethral opening “B-baby, wait… if you press there—ngh!”

His head shot back when you applied more pressure to the sensitive spot, his words catching in his throat as his eyes widened at the strange sensation “Oh, now it’s baby, huh?” you teased, leaning in until your lips brushed against his neck. “You wanna cum that badly?” Toji had never nodded faster in his life.

You hummed, pulling back to get a better look at him. God, he looked delicious. His cheeks and ears were flushed a pretty shade of pink, eyes glossy, lips trembling “You sure? Use your words” You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

“Fuck! Please, okay?” he gasped “I wanna cum” The words clearly burned on the way out, but what other choice did he have?

“Alright then, since you asked so nicely" You could see the relief wash over his face immediately. Poor thing had no idea what was waiting for him.

Toji was lightheaded by now, incoherent words and shameless moans slipping freely from his mouth. His calloused hands gripped at your thighs in a desperate attempt to slow you down as you continued bouncing on his oversensitive cock, warm cunt hugging him so tightly like you were trying to milk him dry, which you were “Ah—I can’t! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried, feeling himself cum again, filling you up for the third time now.

“Wow…your loads aren’t getting any smaller” you breathed, readjusting yourself as you leaned against his chest “you’re real pretty like this, you know?" You grinned, but Toji didn’t seem interested in compliments at the moment.

“s'nough… can’t…” he managed between quick breaths, eyes dropping to where the two of you were connected, his pelvis coated in your juices and his cum “You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you?” you reminded him.

Toji cursed himself for not seeing through your little scheme sooner. As soon as this leg healed, he was definitely getting payback. Tenfold.

“Eren, open the damn door before I leave” the lock clicked almost immediately.

Eren opened the door looking stressed as hell, hair messy from dragging his hands through it too much. But the second he realized it was you standing there, his entire face changed, softening instantly “…You came?”

“Yes, I came, dumbass” You brushed past him into the room immediately “What the fuck is up with you? People are getting impatient, including me”

Eren shut the door behind you before dropping onto the leather couch with a groan “There’s too many people out there”

“You literally spent the whole week harassing people on campus to come to your stupid gig” you stated, vividly remembering him shoving his stupid little flyers in peoples faces, including the damn faculty staff.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think they actually would” He rubbed both hands down his face dramatically, smudging his dark eye makeup a little “What if we suck? What if everybody leaves halfway through? Jean’s already pissed off, Connie keeps forgetting shit, and if I fuck up one song the whole set’s–”

“Ugh! you’re overthinking it”

“No, I’m serious” Eren looked up at you finally, frustration and anxiety written all over his face “I can literally hear people out there talking about us and we haven’t even gone onstage yet. What if they think we’re straight ass?”

You stared at him for a second because this genuinely did not feel real. Eren usually moved through life like embarrassment physically could not touch him. How was someone like that even nervous right now? “And if we miss one cue—”

You grabbed his jaw and kissed him before he could continue his self deprecating rant, words dying in his throat instantly.

Choso hates running and going to class.

Not in the normal exhausted way like his teamates. No, he just doesn’t care. He does track because Yuji did, because he’s insanely good at it, because it pays for school. The part where he has to attend classes though. It’s very much optional to him. Half the time he shows up to practice just enough to stay eligible, then dissapears to god knows where. In his head, he’s been doing fine because he still shows up for you. And right now, after weeks of barely catching you between meets, that’s all he cares about.

The second the door shuts, he’s on you. No hesitation, hands pulling you in like he’s been thinking about this all week, because he has “Missed you so much,baby” he breathes, already kissing you like he forgot how to pace himself the second he touched you again.

And you let him just to feel how eager he is, the way he’s already chasing more before you’ve even given him anything. He’s moving like a starved man, dropping to his knees like that’s where he was actually meant to be all this time.

“She missed me too?” he murmurs, half-dazed, voice soft and deliciously needy, like he already knows the answer with the way your panties are soaked, still ,he needs to hear you say it anyway.

You smile, slow but hiding something “Hm,” you hum, like you’re thinking about it “Yeah… she did”

His grip tightens around the soft lace of your underwear immediately, breath hitching, like he’s been rewarded for something he didn’t even earn yet. He leans in again, somehow even more desperate than before and he can’t waste one more second.

But you stop him. Kitten heel gently but firmly pressing against his clothed hard on, holding him exactly where he is.

He freezes, trying to process this feeling of discomfort but also something he can’t quite call anything except…good?

“…baby” he breathes, trying to move past it, to finally get his hands or more like his mouth on what he needs “Ha–please..I can’t move”

You press a bit harder, drawing out a cute mewl out of him “You know what else missed you?” you say softly.

he pauses before opening his mouth “..what?” he asks.

“Your classes, Choso” you chuckle and you see it immediately, the realization. It was cute just how caught he was “heard you been skipping”

“I-I’ve been going to practice” he mumbles in a pathetic attempt to defend himself. You press your heel just a little more “Agh–fuck..” He lets out a rough, breathy sound at the pressure, hand snapping to your ankle, rings clinking softly against your bracelet as he grips you tighter.

“You know that’s not enough, right?” you say, watching him lose whatever little composure he had left.

“I’ll go, okay?” he says quickly, nodding like he’s agreeing before you even finish “I’ll go, I swear. I just—” he cuts himself off, glancing back at you, clearly struggling to focus with your glistening pussy just at arms reach “Don’t deny me this, please”

You raise a brow.

“Please,” he repeats, softer this time, hands tightening on your legs like he needs to keep you close even if you’re not letting him move forward “I-I’ll go to class. I will. I’ll go to all of them, I won’t skip, I’ll stay at practice, I won’t leave early, I’ll—” he exhales, frustrated with himself, voice dropping into something almost pathetic “I’ll be good, I swear”

You tilt your head “Good?”

He nods immediately “Yeah–Yes!”

“How ?”

“Like…” he hesitates, then just gives in, eyes flicking up to you, serious in a way that you’ve frankly never seen before “however you want”

That does something. You don’t move right away. Just let him sit there, waiting, actually waiting, like he knows he doesn’t get anything until you decide “…promise?” you ask “don’t wanna get more emails from your coach ‘bout you”

“I promise!” he says instantly with no hesitation or even questioning why the hell his coach snitching on him to his girlfriend.

You press your heel into him one last time, just to make him feel it, not that he disliked it, apparent from his tip leaking pre through his shorts. Then slowly moved it.

Choso lets out a sigh of relief, finally burying his face between your thighs “—mmph… fuh..tastes s’good…” he mumbles, voice muffled and sloppy against your clit and god was he starving for your perfect cunt, eyes rolling back the moment he inhaled your sweet scent “s-slow down, Cho” you whimper, but maybe making him wait just 5 more minutes was gonna cost you at least 3 orgasms tonight and non functional legs the next day.

(love your writing, c’est excellent)

You’d just made it official with Choso, and honestly? You’d been on cloud nine, and he’d been keeping you there every day and night.

Nights at his place were heavy with sweet words, soft touches, kisses all the way down to between your legs that left your heart racing and your mind spinning,wanting more while still tugging at his hair because you couldn’t take it anymore. He’d been patient with you, careful, always watching your reactions like they were the most important thing in the world.

You had no reason to suspect anything was off, right?

You were on top, lips tangled with his after you finally managed to lower yourself on his ridiculously thick cock, wet pussy wrapped so tightly around him–Choso felt like he was getting dizzy from the sensation which made him unusually tense “Cho..you okay, baby” you breathed out between kisses on his jaw.

He let out a strained groan, hands tightening around your hips like he needed something to hold onto“Yeah..sorry, I’ve never gone this far before so the feeling is a bit—”

Your eyes went wide as you shot back, the sudden movement making him whine “Wait… what!?” your mouth fell agape “W-why are you just telling me this now?” You rambled, unsure what to do or how to feel.

He shrugged, like he genuinely didn’t see the big deal “Yeah I didn’t think it was important. We’re together so it was going to happen eventually…”

You blinked at him for a second, heart squeezing “… but we could’ve waited until you were ready” you suddenly felt this weird flicker of guilt, like you’d accidentally taken something from him without realizing it.

“please don’t get upset” His hands slid up your thighs, holding on a little tighter “I don’t care as long as it’s with you. I promise I’ll make you feel good! If that’s what you’re worried about…” He averted his gaze, like he hadn’t even thought about that until now.

You’d been looking at his face without really realizing it but he just looked so deliciously slutty. Cheeks flushed a soft pink, hair tousled across the pillow, eyes half-lidded and locked on you like you were the only thing that existed, like he had no control and was entirely yours

Your sympathy lasted about three seconds when you saw how ruined he was for you.

Because the moment you shifted slightly, Choso’s head tipped back and a cute, helpless sound came out of him “Ha–” he bit his bottom lip. You grinned and rocked your hips again “Oh—fuck—” he groaned quietly, fingers digging into your hips.

“I’m barely doing anything, Cho” you teased, planting your palms flat against his pecks. Choso looked up at you with a dazed expression that made your pussy flutter “J-just…give me a second”

You lifted your hips and slowly brought them back down until your ass met his thighs. your lip catching between your teeth as his dick dragged against your walls “Hmph–fuck!” He cried out, eyes glued on the part where the two of you connected “Baby…please” he looked up with those needy eyes that just had you clenching around him so hard “It’s too much…”

You leaned down, brushing a kiss along his jaw as he wrapped his arms around you “I know,my love” you said softly with a smile “I’ll go slow, ‘kay?” Another rock of your hips had him sucking in a breath and he immediately brought his forearm up over his eyes, hiding his face like that might help “Ha—wait—” he whined under his breath.

You laughed quietly, planting your hands on his chest. “So sensitive~” You bounced this time, a little faster, and his other hand came up to cover his face completely, fingers pressing against his eyes as another shaky sound slipped out of him, lips quivering from the unexplainable pleasure he felt right now from your cruel cunt sucking him in.

“P-please” he groaned, voice muffled behind his hands “Ha–ha..feels so…so” You couldn’t help smiling down at him, leaning forward so you could see his cute little face “good?”

He nodded, little whines slipping past his lips, and you felt your chest tighten, fuck, why was he so cute? “Come on,” you purred, tugging gently at his wrists, “show me your face~”

He hesitated, jaw tight and you couldn’t help the little smirk that crept over your lips. He peeked through his fingers, eyes glossy and entirely addicted to you.

“That’s it,” you whispered, leaning down so your forehead rested against his, watching every tiny quiver in his expression. His hands dropped slowly and you pressed closer, letting him feel the full weight of you against him.

He whimpered low, shaky breaths fanning across your skin “Shit-so warm…fuck”

“Ha-hmph…you like this, don’t you?” you murmured, fingers sliding lightly over his arms, breathing quickening as you picked up the pace riding him.

He groaned again, whimpering “yes! yeah so…so much–shit” His voice broke on each word, pathetic and needy, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that trembled through you.

TA!Nanami who’s roaming the third floor of the library late, trying to find a quiet, isolated spot to quickly grade his papers when, he notices you in one of the study rooms alone, door slightly cracked, laptop open, papers spread, so focused you don’t even notice him in the doorway.

TA!Nanami who should be used to it by now but still hates seeing you so exhausted and overworked, mostly because he’s been there. He knows exactly what it feels like to be so ambitious you push yourself past the point of reason. And part of him aches to make you stop, to make you relax for once. Admirable right? Well, not when he’s been dreaming of doing so by fucking the stress out of you, make your brain shut off completely, just for a second, just for him.

He shouldn’t want it. You’re one of the most passionate students he’s ever had… and somehow, impossibly, his favorite fantasy.

TA!Nanami who steps in anyway, quietly closing the door behind him “You shouldn’t be doing this to yourself” he says, voice low and unusually rough. Miserably trying to hide his true intentions.

You glance up, shy smile pulling at your lips “God, at this point, I can’t help it”

He moves closer, leaning over your chair, leaving all the morals he onced cherished so much behind him when he gazed down your exposed neck, already dreaming of leaving his mark on it “I can help you,” he murmurs “Let me…please”

It’s painfully obvious from the hungry look in his eyes. He wants to unravel you, make you forget everything else, be the center of your attention even if it goes against everything he stands for.

TA!Nanami whose eyes are practically rolling into the back of his head as your perfect plush thighs squeeze his head, the taste of your sweet cunt, your quick huffs, your soft skin almost sending him into a trance “Ha! Fuck…s-sir” you gasp not knowing what do to with yourself as your favorite TA ate you out “I-I can’t” you bit your lip, fingers tangling in his blond hair, tugging desperately, trying to make him stop. Nanami doesn’t budge, only dipping down to your dripping hole, tongue circling it while his nose nudged at your clit. His cock twitching in his slacks at your cute but poorly muffled moans and quiet cries, hole clenching around his tongue which had him groaning against you.

“Ha—Kento!” You let out a painfully embarrassing cry that only made him hold onto your thighs thighter while he ate you off the bone, not caring for how loud his slurping of your addictive juices were or how loud the both of you were getting as he’s too obsessed with making you feel every bit of pleasure he can give “Cum for me—ha…please,I want it” he begs, eyes low and cheeks a pretty pink, in such a whiny voice that turns you on more than you wish “Want to make you feel so-so fucking good” he mumbles, tongue already sticking back out and licking up your clit, enjoying the way your whole body flinched “w-wait” you tried to get out from his grip as he keeps flicking his tongue at your clit mercilessly and you don’t even have the time to realize it before your cum is dripping down his chin, droplets getting onto his shirt, chest heaving as a singular tear drop rolled down your cheek.

TA!Nanami who spent the next twenty-four hours wondering what the hell he had done. Half of him telling himself he completely lost it. The other half replaying it in his head and hating how he tried to remember the taste of your juices.

Then he walks into class and sees you in your usual seat. But you look different. Like you slept for three days straight and caught up on every hour you’d been losing all semester. When your eyes meet his for a second there’s this small, knowing look between you two. Nanami just looks away and exhales hard, realizing that he’d done exactly what he wanted: he made you forget, just for short moment, all your responsibilities.