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Pretty girl.. (18+)

Fem!reader, softdom!ony, bf!ony, plussize!reader katoptronophilia, you alr know what it isss! Smut so no minors.. ofc. Enjoy!!

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“Hey. Look at me mamas.” Ony murmurs into your ear, so sweetly. Too sweetly, especially for the way his dick is curving up into your gummy walls, but you listen, looking in the floor length mirror in front of you, watching how sinfully delicious he looks to you. “Onyy— fuck, i can’t” Your whines echo around the room, your head drooping slightly.

He grabs your face by your chin, gently peppering kisses, his grip on your hips tightening for a moment, as he pounds up into your dripping cunt. "Yes you can mama, this is your dick. Take it." You swear you were gonna die when he grinned so deviously at you in the mirror, the way he lowered those pretty eyes of his at you, the way his touch has you writhing under him.

You’ve been sitting on his lap in front of this damned mirror for almost an hour, looking at him bouncing you up and down by the hips, orgasm after orgasm, and he wants you to keep looking at him?

Ony's tip was reaching spots in you that you didn't even know existed, brushing up against your cervix, eliciting moans and pants from your mouth. He nips at your neck, hand leaving your chin, snaking around to your clit, rubbing circles around the puffy folds. "Baby, Ony— ouhhh please" You could feel his slender fingers on your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle.

"Please what? Use your voice pretty girl." He looks up at the mirror, watching his dick piston in and out of your pussy, and all you could do is drool. “Haah— stop teasing me please.” The moan that ripped out of your throat was pure bliss, and before you could even say it, you were squirting over his digits, some of it even splattering on the bottom of the mirror in front of you two.

The clear, warm arousal of yours had him fucking into you like a madman. Ony’s grip on your hip tightened as you spasm slightly, his fingers dripping. While he had your attention on him in the mirror, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the taste of you off of them. “Taste so fucking good mamas, need to eat you next time.” And again with that sexy gaze of his, looking directly at you this time as you nod lazily.

The way he was digging into you so deep had you damn-near screaming his name, pussy squeezing his length like a vice, milking him for all he’s got.

“Mhm mhm baby. Look at me, do what I told you, look at me.” He croons into your ear, the hand that’s not already holding you by your hips and slamming you down onto him, wraps around your torso, massaging your lovely breasts, as you come undone again.

Your moans come out wantonly, and you’re nothing but a drooling, sticky mess for him, it almost makes him wonder if it’s because you can everything in mirror? Doesn’t matter, with the way he’s filling you so good and fucking you so fast, you’re seeing stars and panting.

It’s interesting though, the way your face contorts in pleasure in the mirror to his ministrations, the way your thick thighs jiggle when you bounce on him, the tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as your back arches so sinfully, it’s too much.

And all it does is make Ony groan, and lean down to capture one of your tears on his tongue. “C’mon mama, just one more. You think you can do that f’me?” He speaks, trying so sweetly to coax another orgasm out of you.

It takes almost all the power you have to find an orgasm in you, but you don’t have to do much with how attentive he is to you and your needs. Massaging and toying with your nipples, whispering praise in your ears, pushing all your buttons, just to see his pretty girl cum again, and you do. You come absolutely undone on his dick, a pretty, creamy white ring of your arousal at the base of his cock, all the while, he slows his thrusts, having cum into you more times than you both could count.

By the time the both of you have came to your senses, he finally pulls out of your pretty, fat pussy. Watching as dribbles of cum spill out of you, kissing your neck once again. “See, I knew you had one more in you, good job mama.” He murmurs into your panting skin, side-eyeing you in the mirror, and how you tremble slightly, looking like a deer in headlights, massaging your sore thighs, admiring the fat of them.

Too tired to do anything but nod and stick a lazy thumb up, you slump on his chest, relishing in how warm he is. Ony doesn’t bother with clean up right now, he’ll do it sometime later, all he currently cares about is getting you into bed, especially with the way you just fell asleep on him. He picks you up from the small of your back and the back of your knees, bridal-style, before getting off the edge of the bed.

Flicking off the main lights in your shared bedroom, leaving the ambient lights on, he climbs into bed, setting you down and covering you up, holding you as you both wind down, petting your head softly, and smoking a blunt before going to bed.

That dick really fucked his pretty girl to sleep.

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Authors note: heyyyy 🤭 ion have nun to say for once.. so imma shut my fat ass up. 🙃 LOVE Y’ALL 🫶🏾

Pairings: Diluc, Al-Haitham, Himeko, and Seele x Black!Plus Size!AFAB!Reader (separately)

W.C: <900

Content: These people love your chubbiness and brown to black skin. Why?

Context: some suggestive comments, fluff, thighs and stomach (diluc), stretch marks (alhaitham, eyes (himeko), hair (seele), fluff

A/N: i honestly needed some tlc because my insecurities had been hitting hard so here this goes

Diluc loves it when he can tuck himself between your thighs and lay his head on your stomach. With you laying on the couch, reading a book from your shared study. He loves it when your fingers run through his curly red hair, causing him to groan. He moves his head to kiss along your stomach. Moving up, he places long kisses along your deep almond skin, his lips burning in his wake. He then finally gets to your neck.

“Diluc, I’m reading.” You scold him, yet you didn’t move to push him away. You move the book that was resting on your chest over to your side to continue reading. With your head moving to the side as well, Diluc takes that as a nonverbal motion to continue.

“You can continue reading.” Diluc spoke, his breath brushing against your neck, causing a shiver to come down your spine. “Let me love you.”

You giggled to yourself at that. Finally deciding to close your book and placing it onto the floor before turning to your lover. Your eyes immediately locked, his intensity meeting yours. Your hands went up to cup his face with a smirk spreading on yours.

“Love me then, Mr. Dark Knight.”

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Al-Haitham loves it when he can run his fingers over your stretch marks. Whether they are on your thighs, stomachs, or on your back, he will run his fingers over them like there is no tomorrow. Even during your work times at the Akademiya, he doesn't hesitate to call you into the Grand Sage’s office. For “research talks”., as he puts it

“What do you want, Al-Haitham?” You asked him as he pulled you onto his lap for the third time today. You maneuvered yourself to have your legs swung to the other side of his legs and rested your side onto his chest. Wrapping an arm around his neck, Al-Haitham tucked his head into your shoulder. But not before kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around your hips. His fingers trace over the stretch marks that were completely hidden.

“I want to see you.” He whispered against your shoulder. His breath fanning against your neck, before he placed a kiss onto your shoulder. “And I want a break.”

You rolled your eyes at that, but you gave in anyway. Wrapping your other arm around his neck to link your arms together, you pulled him closer to you. You then let out a sigh as you rest your head against his.

“Fine. Five minutes, okay?”

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Himeko loves your face. She couldn’t help but stare into your deer-like eyes and run her nails over your plump cheeks. With you laying on top of her in your shared bedroom on the Astral Express, you're tired. You were on the verge of sleep from the rough day you had and you melted at Himeko's touch.

“Himeko,” you murmured, fluttering your long eyelashes at her as you stuck out your bottom lip into a pout. If Himeko had her phone in her hand right now, she would immediately take a photo of you as her new wallpaper. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Himeko laughs. Her fingers are still grazing your cheek as you two stare into each other's eyes. It was as if you two were the only ones in the world. “What do you mean?”

“You’re looking at me as if I’m the prettiest woman you have ever seen.”

“Well, you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen, (name).”

It was your turn to laugh, turning your head to the other side, away from Himekos’ eyes. She lets out a hum as she moves her hands to your bonnet, rubbing your hair through it.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Seele loves touching your hair, especially doing it for you. Whether you want it in braids, ponytails, straightened and permed, she can do it all. Well at least try to. So when you decided to do a big chop of your hair, Seele was more than supportive in helping you.

“How does it feel?” Seele asks you after a moment, scissors in her hand, hair clippers in the sink, and your hair around your feet. You had your eyes closed the entire time. You could feel regret seeping in at the fact that your beautiful, long, black hair got chopped off. But you always wanted to try this look, so why not now?

Breathing in and out, you let the moment set in. You sense how much your hair weighs and the environment from where your hair used to be.

“…A bit light.” You answered, still not opening your eyes. “And actually… kind of cold.”

Seele laughs. “I mean yeah, there’s no hair over your neck.” She retorts, bringing a finger up to tickle your neck.

You flinched away from her finger once your body started to react to the tickle. You both laughed at the reflex, your loud voices echoing throughout the bathroom. It only took a moment for you to calm down before you opened your eyes.

Looking at the buzzcut that is on your head, you are very surprised how well Seele was able to cut your hair. It was as if she had done black hair all her life.

"This is amazing, Seele." You said in amazement, moving your head around to look at your sides and hairline. "Thank you."

You see Seeles face blush a subtle pink through the mirror. "It's no problem at all."

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Gojo Satoru.. ☆ ˊˎ˗

• He is so clingy, it’s almost sickening— y’all might’ve broken up, but to him? That don’t matter.

• You don’t know what a moment of peace is anymore, as soon two found out you were pregnant, he was ON it.

• Doctor’s appointments? He’s there. Shopping trips? He’s there. Whether it’s you resting at home and he’s caressing your belly, or you in the bed taking a nap. Gojo is there.

• What Gojo lacks in personal space he makes up for with how much he absolutely spoils and dotes on you. Whatever you want. Baby clothes, random pregnancy gadgets, even maternity clothes and stuff unrelated to pregnancy, you have it.

• About you two breaking up? Like I said it doesn’t matter, Gojo is literally there everyday almost, helping you out with everything, all the heavy lifting you can’t do at a certain point in your pregnancy, setting up the nursery, fucking you so good when your hormones become too much, and plenty other things to take care of the mama to be.

• Most importantly of all, when your bundle of joy was born, he was there, holding your hand through it all, ready to meet his baby with you.

Toji Fushiguro..☆ ˊˎ˗

• Toji honestly.. He’s not the best, but yk.. He’s definitely something.

• The whole reason you two broke up is because of you getting pregnant, he couldn’t handle it, literally, he walked out on you.

• He didn’t come back for a long ass time, you were only a month away from giving birth when he finally decided to accept the fact that he was a father again.

• He’s still the same asshole you know, but a little sweeter, but only because he felt guilty. Goes to a couple of the last appointments, and was there when the gender was found out.

• Gives you your space when you asks, understands that you are definitely still mad at him, but he looks absolutely adorable in the pictures you take of him and the baby.

• Sees the child every time on his visitation, one rare time he doesn’t, had to do another job. Other than that.. I mean idk, he could lean more the shitty bd at times, but he has his good moments too.

Nanami Kento..☆ ˊˎ˗

• When you found out you were pregnant, he was over the MOON. I mean, this man was crying, but not bawling his eyes out 😭

• Was talking so much shit about being a girl dad, while you thought it would be a boy. He won.

• Always says something along the lines of ‘my girls’. Always. He still has love for you definitely, and respects any boundaries you have, but yo’ ass was definitely testing how much self control he had some days.

• Turns out he had a pretty good amount of control to respect said boundaries, but it wasn’t until you FaceTimed him one night on that pregnancy hormone shit— Horny and leaking? How could he not take care of you?

• Whew shit y’all. If you weren’t already pregnant, you definitely would’ve been now. He put that WORK in. (He made gentle, intimate love to you, he’s too much of a loverboy to do anything else frfr (at least while you’re pregnant))

• Kento was there when you gave birth, and afterwards to help you with postpartum, mans is so obviously in love with you. SNEAK ATTACK— he proposes to you, and you quite literally woke up from a nap, holding your baby girl. You said yes. You said yes right? YOU BETTER HAD SAID YES MF HE IS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE

Choso Kamo.. ☆ ˊˎ˗

• Honestly for the both of you, those nine months were a blur, he was there, partially out of curiosity though. 😭

• You had twins! Two little chubby cheek babies, one a girl, and one a boy.

• Choso doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he’s trying y’all. He took almost an hour when he changed them for the first time, and cried because the babies were crying and he thought they must’ve been mad at him.

• always has the twins in those cute ass lil fuzzy animal onesies, his favorite to put them in are the shark ones. And he sends you pictures of them of course!

• Loves his kids to death and literally cannot process through his day without seeing them at least once. He might have some slight feelings for you, but pushes them down in respect of trying not to make a disruptive home life for the kids (is literally just convinced if you two get back together you will break up again and yeah..)

Suguru Geto.. ☆ ˊˎ˗

• Girl dad. I mean, he already had Mimiko and Nanako, ofc he’s a girl dad, don’t matter if they adopted frfr. Did i mention he’s a girl dad? HE IS A GIRL DAD. BOWS IN HIS HAIR, STICKERS AND ALL.

• Sucks ass at changing diapers tho, sorry y’all, we can’t all be great. His baby got that luscious hair from her daddy, blame him for heartburn.

• You two broke up? He dgaf about that! Literally js be all up in ya damn house, but honestly, if he wasn’t on the day your water broke, you would’ve been giving birth in the shower— so be thankful I guess? 😭

• He dotes on you, makes late night target runs for the random shit you crave, be tired asf, but anything for you pookie 🫶🏾, especially since you’re carrying his child.

• Mimiko and Nanako love the child too, tbf it’s a baby, who wouldn’t? Take their little sister shopping mf 😭 playing at the park when she’s older, and babysit too.

• Geto could be busy at some point, but when he is, he makes sure to see his kid once a week. He is such a cutie patootie with his skrunkly ass baby, you can’t help but take photos when you can.

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Authors note: honestly ion got nun to say 🤷🏾‍♀️ except for #girldadnanami2024‼️

‘IGHT BYEE 🫶🏾

Distracted much? (18+)

Fem!reader, dilf!toji y’all 🤭 and of course plussize reader pookie

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The night had started with you and Toji, you two had some free time finally, both off work, Megumi wasn’t at the house for the weekend for once, at Yuji’s house for a sleepover, it was just you two. So with the newfound freedom you had, a night out was in order. Toji took you out, spending the day at a carnival, playing games, winning prizes, getting on rides, until the sun started to set.

When you both got home, carnival prizes in hand, it was still kinda early, you suggested a little movie date to top the night off, Toji agreed. Once the two of you settled down and popped some popcorn, it was time for a movie. You sit on the couch, looking at the tv idly, scrolling through Netflix to see what movie to put on. Toji comes in, popcorn in hand, plopping down on the couch. “Here doll.” He murmurs, handing you the popcorn, you hand him the remote, letting him chose the movie since you couldn’t decide, eating some of the buttery, hot popcorn as you wait.

Toji found a random comedy to put on, just as you lay up on his shoulder, a blanket on your legs. At first, you two were paying attention to the movie, laughing along, adding unnecessary commentary when someone didn’t stupid shit, it was fine, but if anyone asked, he started it, no he didn’t. After about a hour into the movie, you decided to be a little vexing. You took it upon yourself to move, sitting on Toji’s lap, ignoring his questions and murmurs, “Whaddya’ doin’, doll? I’m trying to watch the movie—”

And after about another minute, it clicks for him when you start to move your hips, facing him while you wrap those pretty hands of yours around his shoulders and neck, whispering in his ear, “I don’t have any panties on, I thought you were smarter than that Toji.” And you did it. You finally got him irritated, he looks at you, shit-eating grin on his face, “Oh really now? You being a brat today?”

He snakes his hand in your shorts, feeling how wet your cunt was already, teasing and rubbing your clit, nipping at your neck.

You let out a gasp at his touch, your back immediately arching and his grip on your neck softening. Toji was a tease at heart, so his long and muscular fingers found a way to your entrance, prodding and poking in a teasing manner, but never entering where you ached. So in response, you start rushing him, hurriedly taking his shirt off, trying to take his pants off too, but he stops you.

Toji is quick to put you in your place, picking you up off of him, stripping you bare, and bending you over the arm of the couch, spreading those precious thighs of yours, his breath fanning over your dripping cunt before he dives in. Absolutely devouring your cunt, He’s such a fucking munch, but not for your pleasure, for his. Licking a fat stripe up your equally fat pussy, your arousal on his tongue tasting like heaven.

Your moans don’t stop, and it doesn’t help that his tongue pushes in and out of your cunt, and how his hand is on your clit. He decides to change the flow, suckling on your clit, eating it so well. You’re losing your fucking mind at how good he feels in between your thighs, and lost in your pleasure, you cum. Right on his face, and he laps it up, grinning as he comes up, licking his lips and tasting you. He just looks at how good you look, plush, pretty thighs slick with your arousal.

But yet again with the impatient shit, you turn around, pouting after a minute when you don’t feel anything, you needed him now, and he was just fucking around. Toji was patient with his princess, but clearly he spoils you too much if you can’t even handle a literal minute of him not touching you. “Ass up. Face down.” You look confused at his words, with a rebuttal, “But—” “But nothing. I’m not asking princess.” Since you seem to not comprehend that, he drops his boxers, cock springing up at attention, tip pink and flushed with precum.

In the same movement, he gets closer to you, flipping you over his damn self, grabbing your wrists in one hand, and lining his dick up with your folds. He pushes in effortlessly, given that you just came not too long ago. Toji grunts, setting a brutal pace, with no room to slow down, making you moan and whine wantonly. “Toji..” is all you say, too caught off guard to say anything else. He was rough with it, smacking your plush, fat ass, watching it jiggle with each thrust.

With your hands behind your back as Toji‘s drills his cock inside your velvety walls, spongey tip filling your insides and making you see stars, he’s right next to your ear, panting and grunting as he speaks, “This enough attention, princess? i gotta be mean for you to stop being a fucking brat, huh?” he gives you another spank, watching the welts on your ass form.

Meanwhile, you were a fucking mess. He was fucking up into you with so much force, you were a drooling, babbling brat, pussy fluttering around his cock, squelching with each thrust. “Mhm— hm..” you open your mouth to speak, but nothing can come out coherent, but that’s exactly what Toji wanted. He sports another devious grin, smacking your ass again till hot tears of pleasure start to fall from your eyes. “Yeah doll, that’s it. You can take it, just shut that pretty mouth of yours and lemme take care of ya’.” You whine in response, too fucked out to say something of actual meaning.

“You got a bad attitude,” He murmurs, finally letting go of your wrists, deciding to toy with your breasts, hands on the sensitive mounds, toying with your pretty, pert nipples. “Gotta’ fuck it right out of you.” And all you can do is whine, feeling his dick hit all those soft spots your own fingers can’t even touch. It doesn’t take long for you to start seeing stars this time, letting out a loud cry of Toji’s name, cumming.

“There we go, attagirl, good job. All the nasty attitude gone now?” He purrs in your ear, kissing your neck as he slows his thrusts, leaning off of you, looking at the creamy white ring around his cock, groaning softly as he pulls out. It doesn’t matter to him if he cums or not, not when you look so beautifully fucked-out, thighs creamy and sticky, ass sore and slightly bruised, hickeys on your neck.. No. He can’t give a single fuck, not when he’s blessed with the heavenly feeling of massaging you afterwards, lying on the couch in his lap.

He kisses your body lovingly, massaging you, it’s peaceful, intimate but not sexual. The way he loves all of you, kissing and rubbing your sore ass, pouting and murmuring ‘sorries’ in your ear, kissing your neck, loving your love handles and hip dips, admiring how they move under his touch. All the while, you love it. You don’t even care about the welts on your ass, or the hickeys on your neck, you love them, just like you love him. “So pretty doll, and all mine too.” He whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek, savoring the ‘I love you’s’ between the two of you.

You don’t remember what happened afterwards, since you were fast to fall asleep in his arms, letting him do as he pleases, comforting warmth around you. But you do know that you were blissed out, thanks to the man who drives you fucking crazy.

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Author’s note: YALL. Hi. Uh.. this one pissed me off, i accidentally deleted half of it and js rushed to fix it 😓 I hope it’s good tho

Anywayssss— I love yall, stay cool bitches 🫶🏾

Insatiable.. (18+)

Fem!reader, workaholic!shoko, a little bit of some switch action 🤭 plussize and black reader as always, established relationship pookies 🙃

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It all started when Shoko, your darling girlfriend, came home from work. Her slow shuffling of her feet, the halfway smoked cigarette in her mouth, and her dark circles being darker than usual all led to the assumption that she had a rough day. You were in the kitchen, finishing up dinner as she came up behind you, hugging you and resting her head on your shoulders, sighing.

“Hi Sho’, rough day huh?” You murmur, turning off the stove, and turning around. She nods, not much in the mood for conversation.

You caress the top of her hair, the silky brown hair of hers falling to the side of your hand. You two stay like that for a moment, enjoying the comfortable silence, Shoko burying her head in your chest like she usually does. You don’t think anything of it until her gaze meets yours, needy, but clearly tired.

“Sho’, lemme help you.” The sweet and saccharine tone of your voice was enough to lure her to the bedroom, and more than enough to convince her to lie down on the bed, back against the plush mattress. “Love you don’t have too—” “But I want to. You take such good care of me Shoko,” Your hands roam her body, deftly ridding her of her work uniform, leaving her in her panties and bra. “Let me return the favor.”

The sweet noises Shoko lets out for you, hell—the way her lips part and her eyebrows furrow slightly, all because of the way you touch, kiss, and massage her soft and supple skin, almost has you ready to fold. The best part? How wet she is for you, and all you’ve done is massage her. Looking up at her, you grin, sliding her panties to the side, and putting your thumb to her clit, teasing. “So perfect.. you’re beautiful love.”

Shoko’s gravelly moans were silenced by your kisses, before you finally decided to stop being a tease. You make your descent, peppering hot kisses on her thighs before finally lowering your head, suckling on her clit. “Ah— mhpm..” Shoko wasn’t used to being pampered, she usually does the pampering, but maybe she should be a pillow princess more, especially with way you look up at her, eyes blown with lust and greed, absolutely engrossed in her.

On the other hand, you kept yourself busy with her sweet cunt. Groaning at the taste of her, tongue hungrily lapping at Shoko’s folds like a madman, pretty digits dancing circles around her now puffy clit. “Pussy too good, want me to fuck it too baby?” You lift up from her cunt, just enough so she can hear you, fingers still working her clit.

She nods frantically, letting out soft breaths, her brown eyes following you, watching you get off the bed, reaching for something in the closet next to you, and return. You grabbed a harness, and a pretty, purple silicone dildo, along with a small bottle of lube. “Don’t worry love, just lay back and relax. I got you.” You mumur ever so sweetly as you tie the harness to yourself, then attach the dildo, the purple silicone hanging slightly with a curve.

You crawl on top of Shoko, watching her facial expressions as you lube up, and slide the toy in gently. You wait for a moment, till she gives the go ahead. “You can start moving love..” She mumbles under her breath, covering her face with her hands in slight embarrassment. You give a small nod, pulling out, then thrusting back in, earning a cry out from her pretty, glossy lips.

You continue, thrusting the silicone in and out of her diligently, teasing her clit with your thumb, making her a moaning mess.

“Faster, faster please baby..” Shoko speaks up, voice trembling with small whines, and you deliver, rolling your hips faster and thrusting just a bit harder, peppering kisses to the soft skin of her breasts, lavishing them. Shoko looks so close to breaking, her moans are breathy, eyes glazed over with lust, her pussy squeezing and squelching on the silicone so good it almost made you wish you had a dick.

“Look at you pretty, almost all fucked-out,” You coo, thumb still on her clit, working furiously “See? I told you I’d take care of you, just like that..” The moans Shoko let out were pure bliss, coming undone quickly due to your praise, but she wasn’t done yet.

As soon as she caught the slightest bit of breath, she was on you, untying the harness, murmuring. “Thank you for trying to make me relax love, but I have a hunch I’d enjoy this more.” She catches you off guard, quickly flipping you over, eyes full of lust.

Deftly stripping you of your own garments, Shoko gets to work, peppering kisses in the valley between your pretty titties, sucking on one of your nipples when she’s done. “Mhm, haah.. Shoko what are you doin’— Oh fuckk..”

You can’t even finish your sentence with the way she was on you, pushing your buttons and prying you open, all to give you a shit-eating grin when her long and slender fingers find their way to your pussy.

“I’m making you feel good baby, just like you said, returning the favor.” She muses, not missing the way your lips part in a silent ‘O’ when she curls her two fingers in your soaking cunt. You writhe under her touch, and it doesn’t take long for you to be a squirting mess under her touch. “Shoko! Wait! Hold on! Wait wait wait a minute—” Your darling girlfriend had a pretty purple wand vibrator pressed up to your clit, buzzing pleasantly against you.

“Shh baby, I know you can take it,” Shoko whispers in your ear, planting a kiss on your neck “You wanted to help me, yeah? So sit tight love.” And all you could do was whine, your poor puffy cunt was already sensitive, pushing into the overstimulation territory, no wonder you started to buck away from the vibrations, legs buckling.

“If you don’t stop running love, I’ll have to be mean, yeah?” Shoko murmured in you ear again, deciding to move her fingers faster along your velvety walls, cranking up the power on the vibrator as well, enjoying the way your plush thighs shake beneath her, and how your steep breaths make your pudgy stomach shake when she peppers kisses along your body.

“Mhm.. Sho’ I’m gonna—” You couldn’t even get the words out, her lips were on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth as you wailed, cumming so hard you swear you could see stars.

Shoko slowly turned off the vibrator as you squirmed under her, pulling out her fingers, licking them. “So sweet baby, and so good to me too.” She said so sweetly, looking down at you, her hunger satiated for now. Shoko lies down on the bed next to you, just admiring the breaths you take, relaxing into the cushioning of the bed. 

Too tired to run a bath and clean up, you two settle down in the bed, cuddling and watching a little show before bed. Enjoying yourself, you get closer to Shoko, carding your fingers in her hair.

And maybe 30 minutes— maybe an hour, Shoko turns and looks at you. “Hey love?” She mumbles so softly to you, “Yes Sho’?” Silence for a moment.. a long, almost awkward silence follows for a moment. “I think I want you to sit on my face.”

“You’re insatiable.”

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Authors note: Heyyyy.. *crickets chirping* 🥲 sorry it’s been awhile.. life been kicking my ass 🫠 but I’m trying to make up for it w/ this— if it’s ass please tell me 🙏🏾 if not then coo. Love y’all, later, byeeee!! 🫶🏾

Both ain’t shit.. (Suggestive.)

Fem!reader exboyfriend!gojo, lowkeyyy— y’all don’t need to get back together, plus size reader pookie 🤭

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“He lying to me and I’m lying to him, fuck it. Guess we both ain’t shit.”

That was the motto of you and Gojo’s entire relationship right? No— at least, not at first. You two were smitten, in love even. Honestly, if someone were to ask, you couldn’t answer when or why you two started acting funny towards each other.

But if you had to guess, it had to be after your birthday. For your birthday, gojo threw you a surprise party, everyone who knew anyone was there, it was packed. Of course they were, no one else would miss out on a Gojo party. It was a house party, at his— more like a fucking mansion.

Satoru had bad jealousy issues, you know that, but you don’t let that get in the way of your fun, especially not on your own birthday.

So when the shots came rolling, you of course never turned down a single one, turning the fuck up for your day, as you should. But maybe it was the fact that after each shot you took, you started dancing more, or maybe that there were so many people in his house, gawking at you and your beauty, i mean— you were absolutely gorgeous, how could they not? Maybe it’s the fact that Gojo wasn’t a big drinker, and had one too many shots that night.

It could’ve been the fact that while you were dancing with Shoko and Utahime, someone had the audacity to come up behind you, touching you, dancing with you. As friendly as you were, you let them, it was harmless, but not to Satoru, he was hot. He stopped the fucking party, made everyone go home.

So maybe it was the fact that it was your birthday, and afterwards that the party ended early, and maybe the fact that you two couldn’t stop arguing that night. Yelling and screaming about how childish he is, he didn’t seem to care, so to you, that was the start of it.

Out late at night, coming home drunk or with lipstick on his collar, accusing you of cheating. All in the span in a few months after your birthday, dry kisses, arguments. But the cherry on top? You returning the favor.

You started staying out late, barely coming home, smelling like other men and women, you went as far as sleeping in a different bedroom than him. That was the kicker, to him, you were being a bitch, to you, he was being too dramatic about you doing the same as him. You were tired, and it wasn’t until you went in his room, needing some of your clothes, seen a pair of blue thongs on his bed.

That was the end of your relationship. You and him got into it bad, arguing. “Satoru. You literally cheated on me. What the fuck else would i do??” He just got real close to you, scoffing. “You do it all the time, I don’t see what the problem is.” And you couldn’t take it anymore, anger wasn’t even a word in your vocabulary to describe how you feel.

With a loud, reverberating crack, you all but bitch-slapped him. His face was hot, red even, but you were hotter. “Fuck you.” Was all you said before leaving out the front door, not bothering to grab your stuff, just your purse and phone. You were heated, it was like you didn’t even know him, he damn sure didn’t know you. Sure you might’ve come home late, smelling like whatever perfumed people wore at the clubs you partied at, but you had never cheated, didn’t even cross your mind.

With all the bullshit, you were done. That was the end, you left, driving away, hot tears strolling down your face, they could’ve been tears of sadness or anger, you couldn’t tell. All you knew is that you weren’t coming back, right?

You stayed with Shoko for about two weeks before you got your own apartment, and you told her everything. She gave you advice, to not dwell on the past, and to just don’t be bothered by him, and you weren’t.

If anything, you were enjoying the freedom. The penthouse apartment you got was huge, and super gorgeous, it overlooked the city, and the neighborhood was amazing. You didn’t have a single worry on your mind, enjoying your space. Eventually Satoru had some staff of his return your items to you, even all the gifts he bought you. You were really living.

You were turnt, partying and being you, happily single with a few flings here and there.

At least, that’s what you thought. Six months into your breakup, you were glowing, had peace of mind 24/7, enjoying your new modeling gigs and staying out the way.

Until a certain someone started to slowly re-enter your life. It started off small, texts and conversations, blocked numbers, the latter. Then it turned to more, FaceTiming, things of that nature. You were over him, or so you thought. It wasn’t until he showed up at your door one unexpected night, that you actually started questioning what the fuck you were doing.

“Hey.” It was Gojo, at your door, an unreadable expression on his face. “Hey.. what are you doing here Toru’?” The nickname. It rolled off your tongue too easily, too fast, and it may or may not have had him grinning. He didn’t answer, so it had to make you wonder, he was your ex right?

But exes don’t show up to their ex’s house, exes don’t talk to each other, exes don’t kiss each other, they damn sure don’t still have love deep down inside for each other.

He’s your ex right? That’s what you thought.

If he truly is your ex, then why are you bent over?

Why are you screaming his name?

And most importantly, why is he digging in your guts, better than any fling you’ve had over these past few months?

I guess you both really ain’t shit.

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Authors note: first chapter y’all 🤭 lemme know if it’s good or not— I’m still learning and getting the hang of this 😭😭

Love y’all, laterrr byeeeee 🫶🏾

I’m thinking about.. Nanami Kento. (18+)

Fem!reader, softishdom!kento, reader is his wife pookie + plussize too 🤭 enjoy the drabble!

(First post in monthssss 🤭 finally got un-busy so I can finally start posting, but anyways..)

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Don’t mind me, I’m—

Just thinking about.. Nanami and his way with words, whispering sweet nothings and praises in your ears, “You’re taking me so well, love.”, “Showing out, all f’me?”. All the while he has your legs over his shoulders, head in the crook of your soft and tender neck, kissing and biting what’s his.

Just thinking about.. How your soft gasps and moans, echo off the walls of your shared bedroom, accompanied by the slick, squelching noises of your cunt spasming around Kento’s cock, make for a downright sinful combo. Nanami feeling up and down his lover’s body, massaging your thighs, hips, even your love handles, enjoying how you squirm under his touch.

Just thinking about.. His grunts as he angles his hips forwards, slowing his pace, deepening his thrusts, all to just see his pretty little wife’s face contort, eyebrows scrunched, glossy lips parted, moans and short pants of his name.“Ken’— Kento.. Please baby, fuck.” His face lifting from your neck, those graceful brown eyes of his, looking at you lustily. “Yes? Use your words love, I’m not fucking you that hard, am I?” He murmurs, and you don’t answer, too busy focusing on his dick filling you up, a little too good.

Just thinking about.. How Nanami gets your attention again, cause clearly you have lost your senses, but it’s okay, he’ll help you find them. With a particularly rough thrust accompanied by a groan from him when your velvety walls grip his cock as if they want to milk him dry, he stops his thrusts, gripping your chin gently, making you look right at him. “Answer me love, I asked a question.” Kento quips, and can’t help but lower his eyes at you when you pout, pussy aching for friction, for him to move, anything.

Just thinking about.. When you finally open those glossy lips of yours to say something other than a moan, you finally pay attention to him. “Yes baby, you are..” You finally say, a slight grin on your lips, “But it feels so good Ken’, keep going.” And it takes nothing more than a nod from him for him to pick up the pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon.

Just thinking about.. Poor you, not even noticing how he shifts positions, flipping you around so quick, and putting an arch in your back so nasty, it has you seeing stars. In record timing, you’re squirting, coating those thick, pretty thighs he loves so much, in your own arousal. “Hmm..” is all Kento says, but by the tone, you know he’s thinking something devious. While he’s busy letting out his own groans and grunts: “So good doll, you look fucking gorgeous.” Or something of the sort, he snakes a hand under you, pressing against your lower abdomen, and if you couldn’t already feel him thrusting in and out of you sloppily, you can fucking feel him now.

Just thinking about.. The strangled gasp you let out, swearing you can feel him rearranging your guts as he so pleases, “Kentoo.. How—“ You pause, hiccuping. “How much longer? I’can’t take it!” And your sugary, sweet whine, the way you draw out his name on your tongue while burying your face in your pillow, has him folding. He didn’t even have time to warn you, before he cums, his hot seed dripping into you, so much so that it leaks out, making a sticky mess of your thighs, that he massages so sweetly, peppering kisses down you back, and one on your ass too, just before pulling out, such a sweetheart.

Just thinking about.. How you immediately slump down on the bed, tummy full of your husband’s cum, and the ache for him inside you satisfied, turning your head and closing your eyes for a moment as you hear Kento shuffling around, but paying no mind. After some time, you fall asleep, but he gently shakes you, waking you up. “C’mon love, I’ve got a nice and warm bath waiting for you.” And holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it, and you do, walking with him to the master bath.

Just thinking about.. When you finally sit in the bath, leaning your head against his chest, how you mutter under your breath, still panting softly while coming down from your high, “Thank you Ken’.” How he’s quick to press a kiss to your head, answering your praise. “You don’t have to thank me, I’m just making sure my lovely wife is taken care of and happy.” And how you two spend the rest of the night after the bath, and after Nanami changed the sheets, happily cuddled up to each other in bed.

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Author’s note: YALLL 🤭🤭 I’m sorry it’s so long but I HAD to fully flesh out my lil thoughts a lil bit, give them justice ykyk 😭

Anyways.. how was it? I hope y’all like it and I did good— LOVE PEACE AND HAIRGREASE MOTHERFUCKERS 🫶🏾