miami dreaming

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....?

rn I desperately need to be ravenously fucked in the backseat of that mans cramped car. his big, absurdly tall body hovering above and behind me while he power-drives into me in prone-bone. one massive hand on the curve of my hip, pushing and pulling in a hasten motion, an obvious, deep imprint will be clearly visible as the other holds up his rocking weight against the fogging backseat window. hot, nicotine-alcoholic, coated lips pressing sloppily against the lobe of my torrid ear, heaving out how much he desperately wanted this, how well I was taking him in.

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.