Ladies And Gentlemen I Present To You Shameless/feral Gojo.

Sitting in Vulcan's workshop watching him from afar as he begins to work on his newest invention. He turns to you with a face that didn't match his gaze.

"Hey, Vulcan~" you said. He got up from his chair and made a quick stride to you his arms wrapping around your waist and finding deep comfort in each roll, crevice and imperfection. His muscular arms tensed and untensed instantly. You can feel his muscles ease at your touch as his frame shadowed yours.

"Perfect timing, love"

"For what?"

Perfect timing for you to see his latest invention in act, you see it's purpose isn't to protect or attack. No, it's main purpose is to watch. To watch you get folded in half and stuffed full with Vulcan's long girthy and being cock. It just sat there as it's master did Lord knows what with the mysterious lady.

It lifelessly took note of every detail, the sounds your sloppy cunt made every time his fat cock and balls smacked your tiny frame, the way various fluids slivered down your bodies. The way Vulcan's eyes glowed with something indescribable

Does this count as exhibitionism?

Eh who cares. Whatever it is, Vulcan has taken quite the liking to it.

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⬤◉◉𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮 𝐱 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐘/𝐍◉◉⬤

• 𝐭𝐰!: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘/𝐍 :𝐃, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐕𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

• 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮 X !𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐘/𝐍

•𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

•𝐀/𝐍: 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐝𝐤

•𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐰𝐰𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

The day was like any other, waking up, showering, and getting to work developing lyrics and beats and melodies. Despite doing all this yourself you frequently had collabs that you needed to be prepared for.

It wouldn't have been an issue if you didn't have to worry about Ryan; your selfish, emotionally unavailable, useless boyfriend. I mean all he would do is drink, hangout with his friends, and yell at you. It's not like you were gaining anything from being with that waste of space.

Today you had an important meeting with another music artist that wanted to collaborate so you grabbed your laptop and other music gear and locked your room before leaving the house.

It was refreshing walking outside and letting the nice windy breeze hit your face. The sky is turning a bluish orange. And leaves of the big orange trees drifted down around your feet as you started your walk or tried to. (Ignoring all the text from your boyfriend) you felt the odd feeling of being watched. It's been like this for a while but then again this part of town is quiet but lively so maybe it was just some random people.

Taking walks refreshes your mind from time to time but this is one of those cases where you wish you didn't have to walk. Like this case, the sun was slowly setting and as you walked through the busy and not so safe parts of Tokyo, an unshakable feeling of fear came over you for no reason. Or so it seems.

Despite the way you feel you kept walking because you couldn't miss this collaboration it could make your monthly listeners skyrocket. You stop at a gas station for some food and ignore some of the druggies outside. After bringing some snacks and drinks at the counter. And having a very uncomfortable exchange with the cashier, when you go back outside the druggies are gone?

Uh? Okay? The fuck...

While walking you notice a man with curly green hair. He looks at you waves at you with a warm smile. You wave back and continue on your way. Not trying to start conversation and waste even more time.

When you finally make it to the studio nobody is there so you wait and wait and wait but it all stays the same. Maybe I got the time wrong but when you looked at your phone it was most definitely right but I guess not. After a few disappointing minutes you start back up walking home. This time, in pure darkness besides the city lights and cars that illuminated the streets.

The same feeling of being watched made your eyes wet. Just keep walking, nobody is looking at you, girl. Well you couldn't have been even more wrong. The same friendly person who waved to you earlier was just walking around killing people who made your life a tiny inconvenience. People who did nothing wrong.

As you continued walking he continued following you. Above, on top of the buildings he watched you, everywhere that you went each path you took... Oh it was just like having a romantic walk home. But you didn't know he was there. You guys were so in love with each other clearly. Right?

When you got home you didn't even care what time it was but apparently to your drunk boyfriend who was awoken by the sound of the front door. It was clearly too late for you to be out and already you knew that he was gonna do his usual accuse you of cheating, yell at you, curse you out and then pass out on the couch.

I mean if that prick is good for one thing I guess it would be being loud or some shit like that. You didn't even want to deal with him so you walked past him but Ryan was for some reason way more pissed than usual and grabbed your arm.

"Let me go!" You shouted while trying to tug your arm free. Little did you know your stalker was watching and taking in the situation.

"I know ya wer' out there bein a lil slut!" He kept grabbing you and pushing you again a wall. He was way too drunk to be this angry at you when you haven't even talked to him once today.

"Ryan, get the hell away from me!- you guys both freeze as the sound of shattering glass echoes throughout the house from the kitchen.

"what the f-...."

Ryan walks towards the kitchen still as angry as before but a little bit more wary this time. You follow behind him and stop, practically shaking when you see the same individual who waved at you, standing before you. with a knife and a uncanny grin.

Your adrenaline started kicking in as you panicked at the sight of the stranger standing before you. He saved you but only so he could finish you himself? It was all too much to think about but. Everything went quiet until you broke the silence.

"Y-you... I saw you... At the gas station"

The green haired man smiled at your revelation and nods. Ryan, however, still found a way to make you seem like the bad guy. As usual..

"this the dude ya was sluttin' out with?" He says drunkenly while stumbling over his words and staring at you angrily. He takes a step closer to you and raises his hand at you and then it all goes blank. Besides the cold feeling coating your body. When you open your eyes, confused by the lack of impact you notice the liquid covering your body and the body of your boyfriend or rather ex-boyfriend.

You stare at the body for a bit longer than normal, just processing everything. You weren't sad or bothered by his death it was just an inconvenience that he died in your house, and got his blood on your body. Your face was stuck in an expression of shock but you felt something way different than shock. Was it relief?

"you killed him..."

Before you could steady yourself and run away to call the police you lost all of the energy and will to move. Your vision doubled and you just remembered the cold feeling of your head hitting the floor.

You woke up to the warm, soft and velvety sheets of Izuku's bed. As you slowly regained consciousness and your vision you noticed that obviously, this wasn't your fucking house. You sat up and looked around the room until you saw izuku sitting down across the room from you, just looking.

You tried to talk but nothing came out, Izuku picked up on this and walked towards you. Panic. That was all you could do at that time. When he raises his hand you flinch and prepare for the impact but just like last time there was no impact or at least not anything intense. A calloused hand gently brushed your cheek. Confused, you slowly opened your eyes to see what was happening.

"Don't worry, doll. I'd never hurt you..."

What? What did he just say to you? Did he call you doll? It was all very strange but you noticed the odd amount of sincerity in his voice.

"W-why am I here? Where am I?..."

"You're here because this is your new home."

I was writing this for a couple of days bc I had no inspo but yeah I finished it!

The 18+ themes are warnings for the entire story not this part.

⏤͟͟͞͞✰𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱

Snacks? (Pt.2)

IM NOT SURE IF UR DOING BLUE LOCK BUT CAN U DO A SHORT OR LONG FANFIC (your choice of how long or short it can be) ABT ISAGI WITH A SPORT PHOTOGRAPHER READER WHOS OBSESSED WITH SOCCER BECAUSE THEY USED TO PLAY SOCCER BUT QUIT SINCE OF INJURIES AND MONEY ISSUES??

OH MY GOSH YOU'RE MY FIRST REQUEST THANK YOU! 😭😭😭

But yeah definitely I hope I don't disappoint 😵‍💫

Smile for the camera!

Syn: A sports photographer has their sights on a certain blue eyed player

Pairs: !former soccer player Y/N x Yoichi Isagi

A/N: Its kinda scrappy but I have been writing as much anymore so yeah sorry. Other than I hope you enjoy it.

NOT PROOFREAD

If there's one thing you would haven't wanted to be imprinted on your grave it'd probably best soccer player in the world. We'll maybe not that far but you were pretty good, good enough to go pro. Well, you were. I mean you could kick a ball for several yards and run across a field with enough speed to dust the enemy team and your team, but those days are over.

Even though your soccer career was over your love for soccer wasn't going anywhere. In fact, it's growing. If you couldn't be on the field playing you could do the next best thing, you could document everything! Specifically, through photography.

So, there you are sitting in the front of the stadium with your overly expensive camera turned on and ready to capture everything. Suddenly everything gets quiet, did you miss something? Did someone hurt? The stadium erupted with screams of excitement as the screen read BLUELOCK.

All of the athletes enter the stadium onto the field and you practically jump out of your seat to capture everything on your camera. Player after player, Meguru Bachira, Seishiro Nagi, Eita Otoya.... Rin itoshi... Man, that dude irritates you. I mean he's cool and all but he doesn't change he performs great every match.

However it's that one wild card that has the stadium quiet, Yoichi Isagi you know that one dude on the field that you're like "oh I know him, he's that one dude" but despite public opinion you thought he was pretty cool. If you were going to record the media of the game, you'd have to be unbiased.

But gosh he was such a rare specimen. So underrated yet so impressive. Look at him; confidently walking across that field. Head up high, taking huge steps, large breaths and an undying fire in his eye. Yup that's him in the flesh alright. Yoichi Isagi was right before you, and ready to play for your amusement.

As the match started it was just as anticipating as you had hoped, kicks, jump, tricks, stuff you were all far fat to accustomed to. Well, used to. Things are different now, you just have to adjust accordingly. I mean it's not all that bad! Just imagine what life would've been like if you never got hurt! It would've been great... If you had the money...

SCORE!!! 0-1

Shit! You just missed the damn goal because you're fantasizing of things you have had a chance of doing! Wait 0-1? The other team scored? Bluelock is losing?

You redirect your attention back to the players, their bodies already glistening with sweat so gracefully under the stadium lights. Wow they look good in those skintight suits and those nice velvety jerseys and of course, he stood out like a sore thumb.

That crazed and passionate look in his eyes it just drove you crazy. FOCUS, record the stupid match! You only have one job so do it well. You focus your camera back onto the field, catching both teams into frame and getting close ups on each member, their skill, their body, their face... Wait.

The match continued like normal with bluelock making their eventual comeback. Top scorer, Rin itoshi and 15 minutes left on the clock. Oh well, it's just going to be another one of those boring matches, same line up with Rin at the top.

You set your camera back up unenthusiastically and kept watching the field the ball was flying across the field at speeds you didn't even know was possible. Oh shit was the enemy team actually about to score!? That's all you could understand after it happened.

There he was, in a trance with those swirly eyes. Rushing past all of his teammates, saving the ball and scoring all by himself. Yup that's right, that's Yoichi Isagi your golden ticket.

After the match was over the score was 5-3 Bluelock won with a prideful stance. Yoichi Isagi was alone! Perfect! This is the perfect time for you to give him this photo you caught of him! But what if he thinks it's creepy or he thinks you're creepy!?

"Hey, are you good there?"

"huh!?" You jump out of your trance at the sound of a voice, his voice.

He shifts his eyes to the photograph in your hand.

"Oh, are you a fan? Do you want me to sign your photograph?"

You stupidly mumble a response. "I- No. I- wan-wan't you to keep it.."

"Oh, wow you took this? I actually look half decent in it. Thank you"

His smile was radiant a sun of light compared to your gloomy clouds. He was so gentle and kind. He took the picture and happily placed it in his pocket, making sure to keep it in a position that would damage the photo as he walked.

You were so panicked and nervous by meeting your idol up close and as he started to make his leave you quickly blurted out.

"I used to play soccer too!"

What. Did he ask? Why would he even c-

"No way, really? Why'd ya stop?" He walked back towards you with a new founded interest.

"I got in an accident so I just moved into my backup; Photography"

He smiled and waved the picture around in the air. "Well you're really good at it!"

Your face grew red and you stuttered out a thank you. He smiled even wider and stuck his hand out happily.

"I'm sure you already know but I'm Yoichi Isagi and you?"

Of course you already knew you've been stalking this guy ever since your accident.

"Y/N"

"Well, thank you Y/N the picture is beautiful. And so are you"

Coming in hot aren't we? Why the fuck did he say that. Why the fuck did I say that? You both kinda just stand there for a moment before smiling and laughing. You can't believe it, you're talking to your idol like you guys are best friends.

"Y/N was it? I gotta go soon, my team is waiting on me so I'll talk to you later"

He pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and writes his number on the paper before briefly handing it to you.

"It was great meeting you Y/N! Bye! Have a good day!"

And just like that he was gone, but you were still there holding his number in your hand like a sacred object. (It kinda was.) Not like it mattered you already knew what you were doing when you got home.

Sorry for the rushed ending, 😔 I just wanted to get this out but it was a lot of fun writing definitely would do something like this in the future.

Stuff I got!

Tags: @acesluvrxx

"Babe"

"Yeah?"

"So hypothetically....".

"Don't start."

"If it were bring your girlfriend to work day..."

"You're not working with me. Ever."

MILES 42, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, SATORU GOJO, NANAMI KENTO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, CHOSO KAMO, Izuku Midoriya, KATSUKI BAKUGO, Shoto Todoroki, TOMURA SHIGARAKI, DABI, Mr. Compress, TANJIRO KAMADO, GENYA SHINAZUGAWA, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, GIYUU TOMIOKA, KILLUA ZOLDYCK plus your favorites.

𝐘𝐎, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐛𝐠. (𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭)

{𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍}

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ══━╮

➹ ⇙ ↓ ⥥ ⇩ ⇲

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃.

◉ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

(Forgive me. It's my first time writing NSFW)

Tw: overstimulation, sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, comfort, mention of positions (vague) and a couple of other things lol.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

A huge silent room was filled with the sounds of moans and the repeated smacking of the huge bed smacking the wall. "F-fuck... Baby... You're so cute when you're like this.." Followed by the repeated slamming of his hips into you. By the arch your back was making you would assume that it would just break after one more thrust. The entire bed and its frame shook intensely and the room was filled with a vague sweet smell.

At this point your legs gave out already and you were laying on the bed taking it with nothing but a few whines and an intense grip on the pillow in front of you. "T-toru w-wait. I can't-..." He followed this up with a chuckle. "Don't worry just let me take care of you..."

The speed picks up and all you can do is feel. Blinded by your watery eyes, all you can see is a blurry pillow that's drenched in tears. Your poor cervix being hit every single time and repeatedly getting abused by Satoru's huge cock as it thrusts back in you deeper and deeper until... "Limitless!"

The entire mood and atmosphere of the room goes grey as he immediately gets up and checks on you. "Baby, fuck, I'm so sorry are you okay?" You twitch uncontrollably as you keep your face in the pillow trying to recollect yourself. Satoru grabs some water and snacks before coming back to you quickly and gently putting you in his lap.

"fuck... I'm so sorry..." You sniffle and look up at him. "I-its okay.. I was just a little overstimulated" Satoru had a face disgust with himself before you kissed his neck and jawline before leaving a long kiss on his nice red lips. "'s okay baby I know you just felt good..." He looked up at you and put his self disgust aside and grabbed the snacks/candy and shot you a worried "I'm sorry" look.

"Break?"

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

"Fuck..baby, you look so pretty under me" You squirm under him as the thrust of his cock sends shock through your entire body. You were trapped under him with thighs putting infinite secondhand pressure on your chest while your feet hung over his shoulders.

" 'guru, wait- I... mmph!" Your whines were muffled by 2 long fingers entering your mouth. "Suck" Just then you followed his orders with little hesitation. But the more and more he thrust into your abused cunt the more and more your tears and numbness caught up to you.

The build up to your third orgasm was evident and it wasn't graceful. "S-Suguru!" He responded with a grin and even rougher treatment. "Overstimulated?" He said looking down at you. It was less of a concerned face and tone more of a condescending one. You looked up at him feeling like the pressure inside you was going to burst.

"Curse!" In an instant the reality had set in a few seconds late. He pulled out which made a small 'pop' noise. When he saw you gasping for air and clenching your thighs together. His mood shifted and he left to go fetch a towel. After cleaning up he put you to bed and let you rest after stepping out of the room.

When you woke up you noticed the soreness in your legs and chest was mostly gone and the fact that Suguru wasn't there. Confused, you sent a text asking where we went. "Y/N, sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to go that far. I should've stopped sooner, I'm downstairs right now and I got you food it's on the table I just figured you would want to have time to yourself after that" you could hear the guilt in his texts and that made you feel guilty. "No Suguru it's okay, I'd feel better if I were with you :)" "alright, I'm coming 🩶"

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

What a predicament to be in. Folded like a pretzel in the lap of your husband after a particularly rough day at work which led to the same treatment reflected in your sex life. Two large hands grip your waist and help you navigate up and down his huge shaft with subtle grunts.

"K-Kento-" "Quiet, All I need is another Hour" "that's the thing I don't think I have another hour in me-" A small pause was followed by a grunt. "Then I'll get my hours worth now" Restricting your hands and holding down your waist he thrusts up into you with intense speed.

It made you want to shatter right then and there. A growing feeling of sickness arises inside your stomach. "K-Kento... Wait... please" A giant hand silences your cries and the reoccurring hits on your cervix pushes you over the edge. Tears stream out of your eyes and your tongue sticks out of your mouth. "Overtime!"

His automatic husband mode completely overpowered his angry, tired, and needy personality. He took you off his lap and laid you down. "Honey, I'm so sorry are you alright?" You roll over to go under the covers with a shiver. "I'm fine kento, I just need some rest, please don't worry." Despite the alarm in his face he agreed. But he might use this as a reason for him to take a break from his sex life.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

At this point you're questioning if you're even alive or if you will be alive when you're done with this if you'll ever be done with it. Right now, being rammed into repeatedly, you lay there just thinking about your decisions which is even harder to do when you can't even focus on something as simple as speaking and breathing.

"t-toj-..." The feeling of his cock slapping your pussy over and over again, making you drool. "Heh, y'r putting on a show aren't 'cha?" In return all he got was a mumble and some broken moans. It was evident that you weren't in the right state of mind when being fucked dumb on his thick length.

"t-toji, I- I can't... 's too much..." A low groan and snicker came from toji as lifted you higher and fucked into you faster and harder. The pleasure and pain evident on your face as you both looked at yourselves in the mirror. Sure it wasn't his favorite position but having you in a full Nelson made him experience an excitement deep within him.

"Damn it, Broke Bitch!" You hiss. "Well that was just mean, doll" he looks at you with a half disappointed and confused face and puts you down. Which you immediately fell on the floor, face first because your legs gave up. "Help me, Brokie" "Nah I don't think I wanna after you called me a broke bitch and clocked out early"

"TOJI on everything I love, you not being one of them, if you don't get me off this dirty fuckin floor..." With a sigh and way too much attitude he obliged. "Fine ya big baby" He picks you up and chucks you on the bed. "Clearly you're washed up" your eyebrows furrowed. As you took sight of his boldness "And clearly your broke ass doesn't understand the fact that I pay the bills in this fucking house and if you don't get your shit together you gonna be sleeping with that fuckin cat"

"yes Ma'am" with a smirk you accept the blanket given to you and snuggle in the big velvety sheets. "Thank you, Brokie Toji"

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨

Straddling Choso was always one of your favorite things to do and he likes it too. "F-Fuck Cho! 's so good" "fuck.... Right there, Ma..." As you continue to ride him your legs slowly started to feel more numb. As good as it felt you didn't know how much longer you could bring yourself to doing this.

"Cho' I don't know how much longer I can keep this up" "Come on mama, you're doing so well..." Choso grips your hips tightly and continues to guide you on his cock. Giving you some words of support while doing so. Tears well up in your eyes as your body starts to give out leaving you to just silently cry for release.

Your hips crash down on his cock repeatedly as a nice silky white ring forms at his base. "That's it baby, just a little more...shit.." his grip only intensifies as he speeds up and gets slightly more possessive. "Cho' please, let's take a break!" "What...?" Clearly, he took that the wrong way which caused him to be even more possessive.

He wrapped his arms around you and thrusted faster. "Mine..." Choso was more terrified of you leaving more than anything so anything that sounded remotely close to a break up just broke him. "Blood!" The gears in choso's head stopped turning. He didn't even realize what was happening for around 10 seconds before he realized you used your safe word.

"Shit, I'm so sorry! Y/N, please forgive me!" Your mind was still fuzzy but you were still conscious enough to know that Choso was 2 seconds away from freaking out. "Hey, hey it's okay! I meant let's relax and take a break." You wipe your tears and his forming tears and you two just quietly cuddle and enjoy each other's company."

𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Even though you should be pretty used to overstimulation, this time is particularly worse because it wasn't just overstimulation. this time it was followed by teasing and it wasn't ideal because this time he didn't take it easy.

"c'mon brat, where's that pretty face gone?" Tears stroll down your face and cover your cheeks. Being fucked dumb on Sukuna wasn't knew but when he chose to be in his true form and in front of people, it was quite literally the worse experience ever.

"'Kuna... I can't.. 's too much-" like those pathetic mumbles were to do anything, the only thing happening right now that was different was the fact that he now seemed prouder in a way. Showing you off like a trophy for all of those lower than him to see.

"M-murder!" His eyes widened slightly as he came to a stop. Then they turned into one of boredom. He dismissed everyone before going back to you. "Brat what's the problem?" Trying to catch your breath while crying wasn't easy. It was even harder when he didn't pull out.

"Kuna, can we take a break, please?" You almost stumble over your words while trying to collect yourself. He takes you off his lap and places you on his throne.

"I'll tell Uraume to drop off some towels and clothes for you, when you are ready, come find me". He started to walk away leaving you with his kimono. "You know where to find me."

"thanks, Kuna..."

"...you're welcome Y/N"

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An: OMG ITS DONE. sorry everyone this isn't my normal writing style and I was also battling with myself about making it more graphic, I don't have a problem with that stuff but I have to get over the ick of writing it out. As for the safe words I didn't have them planned so I just spat out some bullshit. Ngl I actually felt a little weird writing it but y'know I ended up doing it so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ good for me I guess lol.

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