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cw | consumption of weed, allusions to sex, they're a lil freaked out I'm ngl

Choso x Black! reader

A/N | I had a time writing this lol I hope yall enjoy

This is heaven, is what Choso Kamo is thinking. He thinks that he’s in heaven, and that you’re the very center of the universe. His shirt is off, discarded somewhere on your floor, memory too hazy for him to recall. God, it’s all too much, and you haven’t even done anything to him yet. The air is thick and muggy, blunt in your hand as you lazily blow smoke in his face. 

“Cho’” You hum, chest pressed against his as you play with the thin silver chain sitting pretty on his pale skin. You earn a grunt in response – he doesn’t even think he could speak if he tried. “You have to breathe.” His rough hands find solace on your back, just below your bra strap. You smell amazing, peppermint and lemongrass borderline possessing him while you lay there oblivious to the effects you have on him. He closes his eyes, trying his best to ground himself before you notice his growing hard-on. “Something wrong?” You ask, and he can’t tell if you’re being genuine or just being an ass. He shakes his head no, fingers absentmindedly playing with the thin fabric of your tank top. Your hand goes from his chest to his chin, sitting up as you look him in the eye. He follows, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. Your voice grabs his attention as you speak. “Use your words baby.” You’re trying to kill him, he’s sure of it. “‘M’ okay.” He doesn’t even know if that’s true, but he doesn’t care. All he knows is that he’s in your room, in your bed, so close to you. “Yeah, you sure?” You lean in, voice teasing as his mind fogs up in an instant. “I could help you,” Your thumb swipes over his bottom lip, and he opens up just like he always does, waiting patiently. The bitterness from the remnants of weed on your fingers floods his taste buds, and he welcomes it wholeheartedly. You move even closer, mouth hovering close by the husk of his ear. “Tell me what you want, Cho’” You’re going to kill me, he thinks. He grows harder beneath you with every passing second, and you revel in the way you can feel his body somehow heat up even more. He groans, bass felt throughout the both of you. “Just tell me,” You bring your thumb from his mouth to you, sucking and savoring the taste of him as you watch him crumble under you. He bucks his hips up, subtle enough to give him the friction he so desperately needs. Your hands come to cup both sides of his face, leaving no space between the two of you. “Tell me and it’s yours, tell me what you want, baby, c’mon.” Neither of you don’t know who’s in control anymore, the both of you desperate for each other. You rock your hips in search of relief, and it drives him all the more crazy.

“Touch me,” He begs, voice hoarse and dry. “Please, baby, I need you so bad.” It takes but a second for you to crash into him, hands roaming every which way as your tongue works finds its way to his, cold piercing sending a jolt down his spine. A string of saliva connects the two of you as you separate, chest raising and falling rapidly as you work your way to his neck, chest, until you find yourself tugging at his waistband. You pull his pants down, boxers following suit until his thick, leaking tip smacks you right on your cheek. A dribble of pre-cum runs slow down your face. You swipe it off, mouth opening for a taste. Your shit eating grin only grows wider as you stroke him, and he can only hope and pray you finally give him what he feels like he’s waited a lifetime for.

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

He doesn’t know what’s more depraved – the fact that being denied the pleasure his body aches for only turns him on more, or the fact that he came as soon as those words left your mouth.

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cw | talks of supernatural creatures

Remmick x Black! reader

A/N | this is not my best work I fear :(( Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy.

You didn’t remember much from the short childhood you had, days filled with hard work and even harder hands, calloused and torn up from sharecropping. What you did remember were the tellings of your grandmother's stories – well, warnings – of the supernatural that walk the earth. You remember being sat up cozy on her lap as she rocked the two of you back and forth on the porch as her wise words flooded your ears, blessing you with the knowledge that had been passed down for generations. She would joke and laugh about stupid shapeshifters and daft swamp monsters who would trip over their own filth while chasing after their victims. 

But she would never joke about vampires.

Evil beings, she would say. Devil incarnates who take the place of your loved ones and fill their mortal bodies with such hatred and sin, that they would crave the flesh of humans. She looked haunted just speaking about them, and you were too young to see in her eyes that she was speaking from experience. But you got older, and gradually the time spent on the porch dwindled until you thought of the stories as nothing more than myths to keep children from wandering into the forest alone. Then something clicked. You started seeing shadowy figures lurking in the shadows as you laid in for the night, their cold whispers clouding over you as you tried to sleep. You confided in your grandmother, and she sat you down and told you everything there was to know, everything the truth contained.

And when she passed, the responsibility of all the knowledge your bloodline had procured over the years had been bestowed onto you, and you sought refuge on the outskirts of town as a result.

The air was moist and smelt sweet when you rose, room dark and gloomy as walked barefooted across the damp wood flooring. The air was muggy and heavy, and you didn’t waste a second making it out the door into your garden. You had forgotten to take your laundry in the night before, cursing annoyances under your breath as you practically ripped your linens off the clothesline. You hurriedly wrapped them in a bundle small enough to carry in your arms as you felt the soft dirt underneath your feet. 

Then you felt it.

The air froze, just for a second, and the hair on your arms stood up, buzzing feeling in your body leaving as soon as it came. You sucked a breath in, calming yourself as you continued on to your home. 

Then he came. 

It was as if time stopped, heart pounding in your chest as you saw his figure leaned up against the rotted wood of your railing, smirk on his face as he waited for you to come. Your breath hitched in your throat as the red glint of his eyes glistened bright enough for you to see from where you stood. The soles of your feet, now muddy and soft, all but shook the ground you that had the bad fortune of coming across your way as you stalked towards him. 

He waited patiently, as he always does, as he always has, until you’re so close to his face he could smell the sweet lemon hibiscus tea you had drunk the night before, smell hitting his nose as he breathed you in. “What the hell are you doing here?” Sleep had not fully left you yet, voice husky and low as you glare up at him. The muscles hidden underneath his shirt ripple as he adjusted himself to get a better look at you, taking in the hatred you harbor in your eyes. “Can’t an old friend stop by for a visit on occasion.” He chuckled, bass rumbling deep in his chest. “You ain’t my damn friend and you know it.”

He feigns hurt, hand on his chest and pout on his lips as he sighs a smooth tune. “Now that ain’t no way to treat someone near and dear to you is it? Thought yer’ grandma taught you better than that.” The words couldn’t leave his tongue before he felt the sting of your palm against his cheek. 

You’re huffing now, deep breaths in and out as you watch Remmicks gaze set upon you, eyes red and smile wide. “There she is.” His drawl makes your stomach twist up in disgust, bile resting uneasy in your gut as you hear him speak. “Why you here?” You question, making your way onto your porch, slipping your clothes onto the counter right by your door as you close it behind you. You weren’t scared of him turning you, him promising he would never many moons ago – but you were curious, curious to know what he’s doing back here on your doorstep. “Like I told you, I’m here to see an old,” He pauses, raising a foot to the first step, still leaning on the rail. “Welcoming friend.” This time you’re the one to take a step closer, inching your way against the sanded wood as your eyes meet. “Ain’t nobody said you were welcome.” A tsk leaves his mouth as he steps down, backing up until the drizzle hits him from above. “Why’re you bein’ like this doll, your feelings hurt from the last time I left?” 

They were, but you would never say it out loud, the both of you already knew the answer, it need not be said. “Don’t play with me Remmick.” You watched as his jaw grew tense, not from anger, but from arousal. The air was humid, and you saw his eyes follow the bead of sweat running down your temple. He was desperate for you, for your touch, and you knew it. 

You move before you could think about it, floor creaking beneath your weight as his eyes track your every move. Neither of you say a word, taking a moment to bask in each other's scent. It was primal, the way your nose would flare up as pinewood and the sickeningly sweet smell of iron flooded your senses, it made you knees buckle, you hated the fact that only he could do this to you.

His hand comes up to play with the end of your nightie, thick fingers rubbing the fabric as though you weren’t even there. “You gon’ state your business or are you gonna stand there doe eyes?” He looks up at you, eyes speaking something evil. “When you finally gon’ be nice to me, hmm?” His voice toys with you, creeping inside you like it already owns you. His hand grabs yours, practically swallowing it, and he pulls you into the rain with him. 

His sturdy arms, still half exposed at the elbow, come to catch you, holding you like a fragile porcelain doll. “You gon’ kill me?” You ask, voice small as you await his answer. He leans down, teasingly so, close enough that you can feel the bass in his chest against your clavicle as he speaks close to your ear. “Didn’t I tell you I would never hurt you?” You can hear his smile from here, mocking you as mouth slowly foams and his breaths become heavier. “I need to hear you say it.” One restrained, hungry kiss on your pulse. “I know you can.” Another on the slope of your shoulder. He lifts you up, carrying the two of you just before the entrance of your home. You feel hotter, hotter than what the clammy air could do to you. “Come on, baby.” His husky voice sending a shiver through you, heat pooling in your already soaked cunt. 

“Come in.” 

He smiles, terrifying fangs on display, “There it is.”

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cw | none, just fluff

Toji x Black! reader

A/N | I got drunk last night and wrote this, then I woke up this morning and edited it a little. So i hope you enjoy!

Toji had known he was going to marry you long before this morning came. But today, today had solidified the notion that you would be his wife sooner than later.

It was early, and he was tired. Fresh off his shift, he had slept through all four of his alarms set to get Megumi up and ready for school. “Shit.” He had rushed out of the comfort his bed provided, heavy footsteps padding against the cold wooden floors as he made his way through the narrow hall, lightheaded and still halfway asleep as his hand rose to scratch his nape.

“Megumi.” His gruff voice echoed out into the empty room as he pushed through the door. 

Empty.

“What the hell?” Confused and still weary, he sighed, making his way throughout the house, seconds feeling like hours as his fatigued body dragged itself all from room to room. Then he heard it, a soft sound he couldn’t quite recognize emanating from the kitchen. He turned the corner to see megumi sat still, fully dressed with his backpack in hand as he watched you make his lunch. You yourself look like you had just rolled out of bed, glasses crooked on your face and bonnet half strewn up.

 God, you were beautiful, he thought.

It was from out of a movie, misty sun rays hitting your face near perfectly as you made whatever sandwich, he couldn’t tell, you were making, calm smile on your face as you hummed to whatever song you had told the Alexa to play.

It was all so perfect.

“Dad. Megumi's small voice cut through the peaceful quietness. Toji didn’t say anything in return, simply grunting a hello that his son had heard enough times to understand. ‘Hey baby,” Your voice is the last thing to fully wake him as you press a kiss to his cheek. “Could you drive him to school today? I wanna try to get an extra hour of sleep in before I get ready for work. Sleep had not fully left you yet, evident in the way you melted into him as he pulled you into a lazy hug. He hummed in response, and he could feel your smile on his collarbone. Another kiss to your temple, he lets you go as you finish packing it snug in his bag before pressing a gentle peck to his forehead. 

“I love you megs, have a great day today.” You wrap you robe tight against your body after he hugs you goodbye, and Toji basks it all in. You’re such a kind soul, too good for him, and yet you took the life he handed you and turned it into this; all tender mornings and gentle goodbyes.

“Go start the car, I’ll be out in a minute.” He rests himself against the counter, taking a few seconds to just look at you. “What? Is there something on my face?” You’re already wiping near your mouth and cheeks when he takes your hands into his, pulling you flush against his broad chest. “I love you so much.” He rests your head in the crevice of your neck, breathing in your scent. “I love you too.” You hum, swaying the two of you back and forth in a simple dance. He stands to his full height, craning  is neck down at you. “Is something wrong?” Your hands find their place on his cheeks, rubbing the pad of your thumb over his scar in a soothing manner. He shakes his head no, taking a moment to himself to truly take you in. “You’re so beautiful.” 

You’re caught off guard, eyes widened in surprise as a smile rises on your lips. “Well thank you very much.” You laugh, kiss him once more on the corner of his mouth. The two of you held each other, all smiles and gazing into each other's eyes until the obnoxious honk of a car horn is heard from the driveway. “Brat.”  He sucked his teeth in annoyance as you pulled back from him. “Go take the boy to school, Toji.” Your laughter filled the air as you started cleaning up the remnants of your sandwich making escapade.   

As he walked out the door to his impatient son and a car whose horn is much too loud, all he could think about was how long it would be for a morning as serene as this one to come.

He also thought about how beautiful a bride you would be as you walked down the aisle towards him.

cw | unprotected sex, car sex

Farmhand! Toij x Southern! reader

A/N | It's been so since my last post so please forgive me for that, I just needed to take a break. I'm a bit rusty, but I hope you still enjoy.

Mr. Farmhand Toji, all big and mean and tan with his southern drawl and swoon worthy smile. He hasn’t seen you in a while, and you’ve changed.

He remembers you from way back when: the knobby kneed, skin and bones girl who would somehow always convince your daddy to save at least one cow from the drove before they were sent off to slaughter. Yeah, you were different now – much different. You were grown now, and you looked the part.

“Don't go lookin’ for trouble now, you’re ten years her senior.” Warned Nanami when he caught Toij’s eyes wandering. It ain’t like you're a little girl anymore. A college graduate ready to take over the logistics part of your fathers massive farm, he’s sure you know how to handle yourself. And it’s not like he's the only guilty party. He’s felt your gaze on him ever since you got here, going out your way to make sure that he knows you’re back in town. 

He finally caught you at the country fair, all dressed up in your cowboy boots and low rise jean shorts, a real sight to see. “How we doin’ today ladies?” He comes from behind, catching both you and your friends off guard. You turn to see him, covered in dirt fresh off his shift, face fine as can be with his eyes dead set on you. “I think it would be right to say that we’ve been havin’ a great day so far, ain’t that right girls?” You say, saccharine sweet smile forming on your face. They nod, and you don’t have to break your neck to sense the look they have on their faces. You haven’t stopped talking about the man in front of you since your foot first landed on the dirt road of your hometown, and it doesn’t take but a second for the two of them to scamper off, saying something about getting more money from the ATM machine to buy more tickets. Just the two of you now, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this hot and bothered. 

The two of you walk with no destination in mind, basking in the sounds of children running rampant and the buzzing of the rides. “I don’t think we’ve spoken since you were still kickin’ and cryin’ about havin’ to see your favorite heifer sent off to the stockyard.” He watches you, watches how your hips sway side to side and how your cleavage shines through your too tight shirt. You smile at the memory of you begging your mother to convince your dad to let you keep at least one of them on the farm, crying and crying about how you would personally take care of it. “Well that was a long time ago Toji, and for your information,” You stop dead in your tracks, hand on your hip and devilish smirk on your face. “It wasn’t all too long ago when you were always getting sent to clean up horse shit for sneaking girls onto the property, so let’s agree to say that we’ve been on a journey of self growth.” Your voice is sultry, music to his ears if he admitted. He bends down just low enough to get close, making your body heat up. He smirks, eyes clouded with something that soaked your panties. “Are you sass mouthin’ me, Mrs. City girl?” He asks, and you find yourself emboldened to keep on. “What are gonna do if I am, Mr. Country boy?” You look him up and down, practically eye fucking him.

This is what you get for being bold.

“I- I can’t, s’too much.” Hand pushing – well, trying to push him from you. The car is fogging up, heat only helping to blur your mind even more. “What happened to that - fuck - that smart mouth? Thought your bite could back up your bark.” It’s overwhelming the way he’s fucking into you, his thick length filling you up too good. His truck shakes from the sheer force of his thrusts, all of it almost too much to handle. You can barely register what he’s saying, mind occupied with how deep he’s managed to reach inside you. You didn’t expect this, the intoxicating feeling he gives you as he buries your head into his leather seats. The men on your campus can’t even compare to him, skinny as a twig if placed next to Toji. “M’- shit -m’ cumming!” He doesn’t let up for a second, only pushing your back into the meanest arch you think you’ve ever been in. 

Your orgasm crashes through your body, leaving you speechless as your body jerks from the aftershocks. But he’s not done, not yet. You’re certain he’s going to drive you to insanity the way he ruts into you like a man starved. Your words come out incoherent, barely stringing together a sentence as pulls you to his chest by your hair. “You feel good, hmm?” His scent envelops whatever part of your brain that’s still working, the smell of his sweat and sex overriding your senses. “Yes, s, s’good, so good.” A blissed out smile graces your face, arms reaching out to grab whatever you can to try and ground yourself. “Shit,” His thrusts grow irregular, irate even, as his orgasm draws closer and closer with each passing second. He cums deep inside you, a raw growl crawling out from the deepest parts of him as his thrusts slow. 

The two of you collapse onto the seat, flushed and exhausted with remnants of pleasure coursing through you. You feel him pull out of you with a hiss, his seeding dribbling out of you. “I could go for a chili dog right about now.” He groans, stretching out like there’s an infinite amount of space to do so. “Are you really thinkin’ about food right now?” You roll your eyes, blindly searching for your shirt. He answers with a simple nod, chest glistening with sweat as he zips up his jeans. He props himself up on his elbow, somehow invading your personal space despite everything. “Would you care to join me for a ride on the carousel?” He asks, low voice making you hot and bothered all over again. 

You’ve changed, but he sure hasn’t.

cw | Unprotected sex, weed consumption

Eddie Munson x Sinclair! reader

A/N | I was watching stranger things and I thought about this. I hope you enjoy!

You promised yourself that you wouldn’t go back. That you would never talk to him again, and go about your life as if you’d never met him. You knew he would only cause trouble, and you even told him this, saying that he was only a nuisance steering you off track from the plans you have for yourself.

But you’re a liar, and now you’re in his bed, gripping at his tattered sheets as he fucks you from behind.

This wasn’t even supposed to happen. You were at a party with Steve and Robin, nursing a cup of some random mystery punch when he had approached you.

“What do you want, Eddie?” You say, looking uninterestedly at him. “Long time so see, Sinclair. Whatcha been up to?” He asks, smirk on his face as he takes your drink from you, taking a sip before setting it on the counter. You groan as he attempts – and fails – to make good conversation. “We literally see each other in school every single day. And if you wanna know what I’m doing so badly, why don’t you ask my brother? Isn’t he in that stupid club you run?” You glare at him, growing more annoyed by the second.

He puts his hand on his chest, acting offended as he scoffs. “That was a low blow, Sinclair. And I’ll have you know,” He steps closer, bending down slightly to whisper into your ear. “Your brother has been nowhere to be found in these past couple weeks, with him being on the basketball team and all.” You can feel him smirking as his arm comes around your waist. You should push him away, curse him out for talking to you after you’ve told him so many times to leave you alone. But you don’t. Instead, you let him pull you flush against his chest as he kisses on your neck, whispering how you should come home with him to relax and unwind for the remainder of the night. You ignore the fact that relax and unwind basically mean the same thing and let him feel you up in the middle of the crowded kitchen, moaning quietly as his calloused hands work his way under your shirt.

 You should’ve known that you wouldn’t be able to stay away from him. Everything about him intoxicates you, from his scent of cigarettes and whatever cheap cologne he managed to snag from his uncle's dresser to his obnoxious laugh that comes out at the most inconvenient times, you could never get enough, and it pisses you off.

The drive to his place was quick, only around five minutes, before your feet hit the gravel that makes up his driveway. As soon as you step through the door his hands find you, slipping your clothes off before you even get to his room. His kisses are passionate, messy even, as he shuts the door, laying you on the bed.

You should've known that this was inevitable – face pressed into the pillow, back pushed into a perfect arch as his pelvis meets your ass with each thrust. It’s pitiful the way he can so easily reduce you into nothing more but a sobbing mess every time, hiccuping and moaning as he grips your waist tight, pounding mercilessly into your wet cunt.

“S’ too much, Eddie!” You cry out, hand reaching out in an attempt to slow him down. He chuckles, swatting it out his way, fucking into you even faster as he takes a drag from a joint. The air is thick, almost suffocating. Between the smell of sex and marijuana, you think you might pass out. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t take it anymore?” He coos, lazy smile on his face as his thrusts grow sloppy.  He could die a happy man if the last thing he could see was this, you fucked out of your mind while higher then the clouds. It was perfect, this was perfect, you’re perfect.

He wasn’t even concerned when you said you wanted to stop seeing him. He could see that you were scared of what he would do to you if you didn’t keep your distance; how he would slowly start to tear away at your reputation if you didn’t avoid him like the plague. In all honesty it’s funny, seeing how quick you were to squirm when he passed you in the halls, how you would avoid eye contact as though your life depended on it. And now here you are, pawing at the sheets with your eyes rolling back from the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“M’ gonna cum Eddie! M’ cumming!” You mewl, body tensing as your orgasm washes over you. He groans as your pussy clenches around him. He follows close behind you, cumming in you with a deep groan, taking his place beside you as you both collapse. He stubs the remainder of the joint in the ashtray, breathing heavily as he looks over to you. “I thought you said I wasn’t ‘ambitious’ enough to even be in your presence anymore, what happened sweetheart?” He jokes, putting up air quotes sarcastically. 

Without hesitation, you grab the pillow from under you and throw it at arm with all the strength you can muster. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?” You say, unamused look settling on your face.

Maybe it’s okay if he corrupts you, if only for a night.

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cw | toxicity, smut

Kinda toxic! Sukuna x black! Reader

A/N | Nothing really. I hope you enjoy!

He’s not allowed to do this. He’s not allowed to just show up in the middle of the night as if nothing happened. You should shut the door on him, not giving him the time of day – well, night technically – but either way, you shouldn’t even be entertaining him!

But you freeze.

You freeze at the sight of him, his tall stature taking up most of the space in the door frame as he stares down at you. “Well, can I come in or not?” He asks, stupid grin on his face as he takes in your appearance. You have nothing but an undershirt and panties on, bonnet tossed away hours ago due to the summer heat.

“What the hell are you doing here, Sukuna?” You ask. He doesn’t answer, instead pushing past you, sauntering into your apartment without a care in the world. You scoff at his arrogance, rolling your eyes as you shut the door. He always does this, walking into your place; any place, like he owns it. It’s one of the many things he does that pisses you off to no end. It’s one of the many things that led to your breakup.

“I was passing by, and I was overdue for a visit anyway.” He says, making a beeline towards the fridge. He grabs a water, drinking about half of it before closing it back up. You walk up to him, snatch it out of his hand, and slam it onto the counter. You press your manicured nail into his chest, digging in deeper with each step taken closer. “We’re not together anymore Sukuna, or did you forget the way you fucking ghosted me after I called you out on all your bullshit?” You yell, eyes filling up with tears. It hurt you when he just disappeared after you pointed out how much of an asshole he actually is.

He envelops your hand in his, bringing it up to his pierced lips as he presses opened mouth kisses on your soft palms. “Did I hurt your feelings?” He coos, mocking your frustrations. He draws you closer by your waist, pulling your chest flush against his.

He envelops your hand in his, bringing it up to his pierced lips as he presses opened mouth kisses on your palms. “Did I hurt your feelings?” He coos, mocking your frustrations. He draws you closer by your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. 

The scent of cigarette smoke and cologne rushed through your senses. You breathe it in, cursing him for smelling so good. “You’re such a fucking dick.” You say, looking up at him, annoyed that you let yourself get in this situation in the first place.

His rough hand wanders under your camisole, cupping your breast. You suck in a quick breath, shuddering under his touch. “Let me make it up to you, hmm?” He hums. 

Your mind wants to push him away, to lock him out and go back to watching whatever corny sitcom caught your attention. You should deny him, tell him to leave and never come back.

 But you don’t.

You let slip him you out of the little clothing you already have on. You let him fuck you on the counter, pounding his thick cock in and out of your wet cunt. You let cum deep in as you cum right with him, for the fourth time of the night. And you let him stay, relaxing into his embrace as he absentmindedly traces shapes on your arm. You know that you should’ve shown self restraint, but it’s just this one time. Just this one time, then he’ll leave when you’re sleeping and you can block him on everything, again, and move on.

That was your plan, until he came back not even a week later, stupid fucking smirk on his face asking if he can come in.

Synopsis | During a training session, The slayers accidentally meet Sanemi's wife and child

wc | 0.5k

cw | none

Sanemi x black! Reader

A/N | The idea just came to me and I wanted to write it down, so I did. I hope you enjoy!

The shock everyone faced at the sight of you was priceless. If you were a stranger passing by, you would think they had seen a ghost pop out from the shadows from the way their faces contorted from exhaustion to pure shock.

It was midday, the harsh sun beaming down on everyone as they lunged at Sanemi in futile attempts to even graze him. It was impossible of course; but they didn’t have a choice, so they practically threw themselves at him, only to be knocked back like they were nothing more than troublesome flies.

Sanemi was the first one to hear your son's footsteps. He freezes, turning to face the loud stomps of your two year old. He runs to his father, tripping over his feet and stumbling to the ground and getting back up as if nothing happened. Not a second later he hears your labored breaths as you try to catch up.

His eyes soften the slightest bit as he walks towards the two of you. He doesn't waste a second before scooping Genji up and walking over to you. He hears the hushed whispers of the trainees behind him, disregarding it as he closes the distance.

“I’m sorry, I was in the middle of stitching up my kimonos and he just took off.” You start, hand coming over to rub your swole belly. “I couldn’t catch him in time, I promise I didn’t mean to interrupt your training session.” You huff, out of breath. 

He smiles, amused as you look worriedly. “They’re staring at me like I’m a witch.” You whisper, shrinking under their curious gaze. “Them? They’re not important, ignore the little shits.” He says, keeping your sons wandering hands from tugging at his hair.

“Well,” You smile, hand pressing affectionately against his chest. “I think it’s time for them to take a break. They all look dehydrated and it’s a good time to eat lunch.” You say, taking your

son in your arms as he babbles about nothing.

Sanemi sighs, thinking carefully about your words. He doesn’t want to let them go early, they’ve been pissing him off more than usual today; but he did want to spend time with his family. He groans deeply, turning back to the trainees with an unamused look adorning his face. “Get out of my sight, and make sure you thank my wife; she’s the reason you get an early lunch.” 

They scurry off almost immediately, shouting words of thanks and gratitude as they sprint out of the wind hashiras sight. “Now, where were we?” he asks, pulling the bow holding your braid together out of Genji’s mouth. “I was saying sorry for being so pregnant that I can’t keep up with our two year old.” You laugh, walking over to a rock to sit down.

The thought of the corps soon finding out about him having a wife and soon to be two kids lingers in the back of his mind. All that matters is this private little moment. 

All that matters is his family.

cw | marijuana usage, sex in the woods

Camp counselor! Choso x black! camp counselor! Reader

A/N | Nothing to say, I hope you enjoy

Camp counselor! Choso who only took the job as an excuse to not take summer classes

Camp counselor! Choso who’s the favorite among the kids for his many piercings and ‘I don't care about anything’ attitude

Camp counselor! Choso who’s gotten in trouble more than once for taking his group to the pool when they were supposed to be sleeping

Camp counselor! Choso who always dresses like an old man on sunny days, clad in a bucket hat, sunglasses, and an unnecessary amount of sunscreen on as he yells at the kids by the arts and crafts table to not burn each other with the hot glue gun

Camp counselor! Choso who’s kids never fail to tease him on the very apparent crush he has on you, the counselor in the cabin across from him

Camp counselor! Choso who sneaks into the woods to skinny dip in the lake and smoke weed with you

Camp counselor! Choso who, with a clouded mind, fucks you up against a random tree in the middle of the night

Camp counselor! Choso who covers your mouth with a calloused hand as he sucks hickeys onto your neck

Camp counselor! Choso who has to hide the smug grin on his face as you deflect questions left and right from the nosy campers as to where the ‘bruises’ came from

Synopsis | Due you your boyfriends increasingly busy schedule, he's been more prone to fatigue. Not wanting to see him like this, you come up with a plan to help with his aches.

wc | 0.6k

cw | smut

Kirishima x black! Reader

A/N | Nothing, hope you enjoy!

You could tell he needed this.

You saw how he started to drag himself through the house, the look of irritability as he got ready for work. He used to be excited to get ready, now he dreads the thought of even having to get up out of bed. His recent schedule has put a strain on your relationship with him not having as much time available to spend quality time together.

The both of you knew what he signed up for, but nonetheless, it irked you to see him put up a facade when you know how worn and fatigued he was. He needed a break, and you knew exactly how to ease all his afflictions.

It was on one of his few off days that you decided to put your plan into motion. You met him at the door, quick to greet him with a kiss and hug. He lifts you up into a tight embrace, feet dangling an inch off the floor as he just holds you.

“Long day?” You ask as he sets you back down. He nods wordlessly, exhaustion written across his face. You cup his cheek, aimlessly drawing shapes as he leans into your touch. “Go take a shower, you stink. I made dinner, so don’t take long, okay?”

He hums in agreement, chuckling as his hulking frame saunters into the bathroom. He comes out with his crimson hair in a loose bun, borderline collapsing into the kitchen chair. The two of you eat dinner and talk – well, you do most of the talking, he just sits and listens to whatever 

you have to say.

You take your dishes and throw them in the sink without a care in the world, walking back over to him. You take his hand and drag him to the living room, both of you getting comfortable on the couch. You rest on him as the tv plays in the background.

Your hand travels across his body, from his torso to his inner thigh until you reach the elastic band of his sweatpants. His breath hitches in anticipation and you smile to yourself, happy that you can still get the same reactions from him as you did when you first started dating. 

You reach to pull out his throbbing cock from his boxers, stroking him to hardness as you feel him twitch in your grasp. “I thought you wanted to watch the movie?” He says breathlessly as you kiss along his base. “Do you wanna watch the movie or do you want me to go down on you?” You say unamused, sliding onto the floor in front of him. “You’re right, fuck the movie, didn’t wanna watch it anyways.” 

It was a truly beautiful sight, you situated between his thighs, him writhing and jerking about as you bob your head up and down; he could cum right now at the sounds of gags as you stuff every inch of his dick into your mouth – you were the epitome of perfect in his eyes.

It wasn’t long before he came, thick load of cum filling your throat as you come up for air, heavy pants filling the room as you both catch your breath. 

You wipe your mouth, looking up at him as you place your hands on his sturdy thighs to lift yourself up. You straddle him, his calloused hands coming to pull you flush against him. “This your way of tryin’ to make me feel better, baby?” He whispers in your ear, grinding up into your clothed cunt. “Yep,” you start. “Did it work?” You ask playfully, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I don’t know, I think it’ll be a while before I can know for sure.” 

It’s gonna be a long night.

Synopsis | Nanami finds out what he's been missing for the better part of his adult life

wc | 0.5k

cw | Infidelity, age gap, porn with a little plot

Nanami x black! Reader

A/N | Nothing really, hope you enjoy!

No one can blame him for the choices he’s made. He’s only a man, and a man has his limits.

He’s done everything he can in his life to make sure he can say he’s done what was expected of him. He has a stable nine to five, white collar job that he loathes but still performs great at, he takes care of his stay at home wife, and everything else that he’s supposed to do.

But it’s not enough.

There was something missing. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but day by day he dragged himself around until the day was done. He thought he was depressed at first, almost booking a therapy appointment, but he realized that he was lacking an essential part of life; something that every human being needs to stay sane.

Pleasure.

The realization hit him like a truck, his life was so boring because he had none – nothing to look forward to when he went home, nothing to look forward to when he woke up. Nothing. Even having sex with his wife was mediocre at best. His days were dull at best and straight up dreadful at worst, simply because he was the lacking excitement needed in one’s life.

Until he met you.

A pretty, young college student who recently started working in the cafe he frequented. All sunshine and rainbows, you never failed to greet him with a smile and a wave. He started to look forward to seeing your beaming grin every morning, even occasionally returning a smile. You were the cutest thing he’s ever seen, and he had to have you.

It was late when he came, to your surprise. He told you that he was working late in the office,

and decided to come by for a short break. You made him his usual black coffee, which you thought was weird, and the two of you talked – well, mostly you – about everything and nothing.

He was getting drunk off you, your voice lulling him into something he couldn’t describe. He didn’t know what came over him, but he leaned in and kissed you, catching the both of you off guard. 

“I- I apologize, I don’t know what came over me.” He backs up, but you pull him in by the collar, crashing your lips onto his once more. His hands grab your waist, pulling you flush against him. He knows it’s wrong, that the right thing to do is stop and pretend it never happened, but he wont; he can't. He needs this, he deserves it, and he’s not going to let a little bit of remorse stop him from fucking you until you can’t take anymore.

It’s sinful really, the way he picks you up and fucks you against the wall. He would expect this from someone like Gojo, but the thought soon leaves his mind once he hears those beautiful moans he’s dreamt so often about. 

You scratch at his back, begging him to slow down, but that only stirs to go faster. He fucks into you with a fervor he doesn’t think he’s felt before. 

He pulls out and cums on your sweaty torso, panting as he slowly lets you back on the ground. The two of you clean up without a word and he heads home after placing a kiss on your temple. For the first time in years, he walks home with something to look forward to in the morning.

cw | unprotected sex

Model! Eren x black! model! Reader

A/N | Nothing really, hope you enjoy!

Model! Eren who started when he was nineteen, getting scouted in at a random McDonalds in the late hours of the night.

Model! Eren who became an overnight sensation, getting signed by the biggest agency in the country within the first month.

Model! Eren who only works with the biggest figures in the fashion world.

Model! Eren who, when he first meets you, stutters over his words when you tell him that you’re his biggest fan.

Model! Eren who has immediate chemistry when he works with you for the newest Chanel campaign.

Model! Eren who doesn’t see you again until Paris fashion week, running up to you with the biggest smile on his face while you're in the middle of an interview.

Model! Eren who sneaks off with you in the middle of the event, going out to the nearest vendor to eat cheap crepes with you.

Model! Eren who takes you back to his dressing room, cursing every designer there is as he works carefully to not rip any delicate lace or fragile zipper off your designer dress.

Model! Eren who gives up on trying to take the damned thing off, opting instead to just push it up until it bunches around your waist.

Model! Eren who pulls your panties to the side and pushes your legs as far as they can go before filling you full with his girthy cock on the counter on a too small vanity table.

Model! Eren who brings you to an orgasm four times before you’re begging him to take a break.

Model! Eren, right after pulling out and cumming into his hand, gets a call from his agent screaming at him to get back to the venue before anyone notices.

Model! Eren who scrambles alongside you trying to look presentable before heading back out.

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Bonus!

Model! Eren who wakes up to multiple articles of the two of you looking disheveled walking out of his dressing room.

cw | smut, persuasion

Sanemi x black! reader

Authors note | Nothing really much to say, I hope you enjoy!

Landlord! Sanemi Who after retiring from the Marines, decided to settle down and take up ownership of an apartment complex.

Landlord! Sanemi who’s all rough around the edges, scars cover his body from head to toe.

Landlord! Sanemi who takes pride in his work, making sure there are no problems to be had with anything concerning his tenants and anything else that might cause trouble.

Landlord! Sanemi who is quick to remind you about how late you are to pay the bills, not caring about how often you tell him that you’re struggling to find the balance between taking classes at the local university and your two part time jobs.

Landlord! Sanemi who doesn’t bat an eyelash as he slaps the eviction notice on your front door, after all, you haven’t paid this month's rent.

Landlord! Sanemi who does nothing but smirk at the sight of your tear stained face, pleading with him to just give you another week.

Landlord! Sanemi who taunts you, voice sarcastic as he says that he has to be fair to all the people living in his building.

Landlord! Sanemi who’s cock hardens almost immediately after you say you’ll do anything to get an extension.

Landlord! Sanemi who takes a step closer to you, trapping you between his large frame and the wall. “Anything sweetheart? Really?”

Landlord! Sanemi who fucks you up against the wall, dick reaching deep inside you as you squirm and moan under his grasp.

Landlord! Sanemi who gives you the extension only under the condition that you come by every so often to show him how appreciative you are of his goodwill.