take it mewl

your special omega scent, the smell of greasy pea burps and hot canned carrots mixes with the freshly disturbed, putrid, slimy cheese that your scampering has spread across the room. nanami is used to such a strong yet delicate and distinct smell, but he didn't realize how POWERFUL your omega kitten heat would be this time...

you mewl and screech broomabusedly, as if nanami had abused with you with a cleaning implement instead of his usual tie implement. waggling your behind end nanami realizes that this isn't a regular omega kitten heat, but rather a SUPER omega kitten heat. he's going to have to put your cheesy poof punishment on hold: a SUPER omega kitten heat obviously takes precedence.

"oh....my poor little kittehn..." nanami croons, licking a little stray cheesey slime that had been slopped onto his face by your struggle. "don't worry, daddeh will take care of you..."

you violently splash him with more of the slightly crumby cheese liquid that coats you and everything in the place. you do this because it's really fucking gross when he calls himself daddeh. "SUCK MY BIG HAIRY BALLEHS!" you say a little too loudly, forgetting that quiet hours in your apartment complex start at 1pm.

nanami smirks, his big alpha energy swelling like the average alpha cock in his work pants.

suddenly, you notice that he has neglected the weapon of a metal folding chair. you firmly grasp it, then whack nanami over the head like he's a really gross bug or maybe a bathtub snake.

nanami falls to the ground, and you steal his wallet and go out for ice cream (strawberry flavor.)

to be continued......?

✨️toji wants to put one in you✨️

you had one rule when dating: no guys with kids.

toji seems like the perfect catch. strong, handsome, and mysteriously rich even though he kinda just bums around all day...

you decide not to dwell on his more questionable characteristics. it's not like he's a gun for hire or anything, right? sure, he can be a little rough around the edges, but he's nicer than a lot of the guys you have dated.

and the dick is phenomenal.

toji fucks like it's his last day on earth, like he's a sex ghost summoned back from hell for a single night and he plans on getting the most out of his time.

the only real problem is that he refuses to even consider wearing a condom. he has a pretty good argument against it though...he's just too big.

"c'mon, mamacita—" toji groans, groping your tits like it might distract you enough for him to slip it in raw. "it's gonna feel s'good, you know it will—"

"toj' you know better—" you sigh. "what if i get pregnant?"

you meant to deter him, but mentioning an accidental pregnancy only seems to spur toji on. he ruts against you, his clothed member hard and leaking pre through his sweatpants.

"that might not be too bad—" toji rumbles darkly, running a hand over your belly. "i think i would like seeing you all round and pregnant f'me, ma—"

oh.

you didn't expect the idea to turn you on too.

nanami walks into the apartment after a very long day at the office, finding you splatted across the ikea couch. there is a bag of cheeto puffs beside you, the contents strewn around because you ripped into it like a feral animal.

"heh...there's my kittehn..." he grins, his sweetgreen capitalist slopbowl salad still stuck between his teefs.

"nto..." you whimper mouseily "i made a cheesy mess..."

"that's okay my messy cheesey thing..." nanami croons, licking his big plush lips as he jumps into the air and clicks his heels together in excitement and arousal.

"gives me an excuse to teach you a little lesson." nanami takes off his big cat print of a tie, whipping you with it like you are a lion being tamed at a zoo. he pulls out the infamous metal folding chair, at which point gojo yells "GIVE HER THE CHAIR" and teleports away. you hiss and froth at the mouth, your foamy foam drippin onto the cheese puff covered carpet, creating a slippery cheese residue that stinks like bounce.

"NO CHEESY POOFS WHEN YOU"RE HAVING YOUR HEAT OMEGA KITTEHN!!" nanami shouts quietly.

you snarl and writhe around in the smelly cheese sauce, your dry omega crack becomign wet with omega slick and artificial cheese slime

nanami's nostrils flare most dastardly. he has caught your scent...

to be continued....?

✨️your boyfriend satoru loves to spoil you✨️

everyone thinks you're the one who demands to be spoiled, but really it's satoru who insists you need it.

you're always coming home to packages, and if you even dare to take out your card when the two of you are out, satoru pouts for the rest of the day.

taking him shopping is a big invitation for trouble. if you're not careful you'll be smushed by all of the purchases crammed in the car while driving home. he is a menace in the mall, always trying to trick you into entering the luxury stores. you practically have to drag him away from the lingerie section.

"ugh, 'ru!!!" you whine. "i don't need any more matching sets!"

"yes you do, babes, i'm gonna tear the one you're wearing off you later—"

you slap a hand over his mouth before he can embarrass you, because you know he will keep going if you let him...the poor cashier doesn't need to hear him brag about how he's going to put you in a mean mating press later.

you don't notice him eyeing the jeweler. he wouldn't get you anything so cheap for an engagement ring, but he wants to see a rock on your little finger sooner than later.

After the loss of his loved one in a Sukuna surgery, Gojo hasn't been able to satisfy himself nearly as well as Sukuna did.

He tried it all, masturbation, casual hookups (which he felt guilty about), toys… none of it tickled him right. He was starting to feel crazy, his mind could not stop thinking about how Suk-Suking Sukuna's Mega Double Shits felt. Nothing felt like burning Sukuna's pubes off with his very own tongue, causing him traction alopecia. All he could do is break down crying while reminiscing.

Gojo dropped his dead husband's (dead from Sukuna surgery) framed tuft of pubes from his right ball from his hand while wet liquid globes fell from his tearducts, his sobs became mewls. He curled up in the sofa into a fetal position, his petite long waist bending in a way where he could see his own crotch… he didn't know if it was pent up frustration or the very Spirit of the King of Purses (you see, this is a no-curse au) was communicating to him by the 5G radiation… but he got an idea.

The blue eyed bombo slowly moved his fase closer towards his groin, his baby blue eyes eh sparkling from the tears batting his eyelashes cutely, the pit in his stomach beginning to feel like his creature was being abused by a broom - he slowly pushed his pant's down and his cawk… a cutesy shade of wisteria with chatreuse veins decorating his shaft… his pubes unkempt and overgrown from nobody sucking him… it was all too tempting.

Fuck it he thought, his demure Slim waist bending with ease as he opened his mouth, letting his pygmy shit enter the warm, basophillic wet of an undeniable pretty hole on his fase... and his shining Little eyes opened in Glee... it felt… just like home.

His wide, child-bearing hips kept ramming into his own mouth - his head complying, matching the rythm of his BBL clapping with each thrust… his mewls getting higher and more petite as the seconds went by, when finally -- with a muffled "MI BOMBO!!" He released his rice wáter into his own mouth. It was not nearly as sour and heavy like Suk's batter, but it sufficed.

The creature released his own phallus with an adorable wet sloppy sound, similar to a Clot shooting out of a woman-cave... heaving and panting, his voice similar to a cute Little petite Brookesia Nana Chameleon, his sweat resembling morning mist in a grocery shop produce section…

It's not quite like you, my precious Suku-Clot, but it's enough to remember you… I Will bombo you forever...

FIN.

#Nobetawedielikehaibara

"mamacitas....ur thick cheeks are the perfect size for my big hot hands....his ambiguous gigglehole erupts necrotically, splattering you in basophilic goo cream

"omg gojo...." you both pause.

y/n: (in her head) ahh poo, i messed it up again

you try to escape jogo's hot spicy wrath, but the floor was covered in a lot of gigglejuice, so they both slip and slide everywhere like in a looney tunes.

"im sorryyyyy!!!" you wail pathetically with fear and also terror.

"die wench!!!" jogo roars and delivers another smack.

he explode (this time without hot creamy goodness) and almost everyone around dies horribly...

you shiver under jogos callused fungus infested hold, feeling his molten breath singe off the hairs on your chin as his pissy orb of an eye blearily eyes you down, his gaze pinning you in place

"jog-kun... i'd never spread my sopping, tender of a bud for anyone but you..." you quiver wetly, the stench of scat permeating the air as you loosen your bowels and unload a gassy breath from your asshole.

Jogo snarls, his gangrene azure of a penis lays limp and cool to the touch. Rage swells in his tenderized scrotum, twitching as he barks his next words through mangled charcoal teeth

"how am I supposed to trust you right now? you dare spread your stench after doing what you just did?" Asserting his dominance as quick as a cheetah, jogo strains before ripping hot ass. The smell immediately overpowering yours. The sound waves reverberating from his anus shattering your teeth, making all but one tooth remain.

"gogo... my eef!" you mewl, a sad sad tear obesely rolls down your ozempicified cheeks.

CW: husband gojo, toothrotting fluff, smut, pinv, mdni

you wake up next to your husband, he faces you and grins lazily

"mornin' doll." he breathes his hot acidic breath on your face. You blush and giggle "good morning sat". Gojo laughs and his basophilic radioactive tonsil stones ricochet from his mouth and youre quick to catch each and every delectable drop

"thanks for the snack hubby" you say with a mouthful, and gojo grins necrotically and starts stroking his blyatt rod fervently. You royally eye the obese hard of a cock sexily and jump on to gojos necrosis infested abs

"my obese fentyrod is desperate to penetrate your wet sodden flowery folds mamas..." gojo farts sporadically and you cry out in ecstasy