. ۫ ꣑ৎ . nanami kento doesn’t argue… except this time he does. and he fucks you while he does it.

nanami kento is a man of undeniable patience and unwavering calm. a think-first, speak-later kind of man—never quick to argue, and always one to listen attentively before offering his own thoughts.

but when you “accidentally” forget to tell him that you’re going out with your friends after work, and spend hours worrying him sick and not answering your phone? now that really pisses him off.

clearly, you had forgotten to follow one of the most important, fundamental rules the two of you had set for each other—always let the other know of your whereabouts. 

seems like nanami had to remind you somehow. and today, his method of choice was fucking it into you. 

“you just can’t” thrust. “do” thrust. “what” thrust. “i tell you” thrust. “huh?” he drives each word into you, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside—making sure you feel exactly how much he means it.

your face is buried in the sheets of your shared bed, tears staining the pristine white bedsheets. nanami has been at this for hours now, pounding into you—every thrust harder and more punishing than the last.

“ ‘m sorry k-kento please” you sob pathetically into the wet sheets, voice barely audible in your helpless position. a strong hand fists a handful of your hair, pulling your head up closer to his. 

kento leans over, his warm, ragged breath brushing the tip of your ear, staying buried deep in your quivering, tight walls. 

“what was that?” he whispers, keeping a strong—almost painful grip on your hair. 

“i’m s-sorryyy kento i forgot” 

“mmm sweetheart” he murmurs, his voice a low, husky, whisper “that just won’t do.” he finishes, deliberately moving his other hand from your waist up to your sensitive, hardened nipples. you let out a mewl of pleasure as he rolls one between his fingers—the sound quickly turning into a breathy whine when he pinches down.

“please” you barely choke out the plea between sharp sobs. 

“please what? use your words baby” he mutters, hands now kneading the soft flesh of your tits.

“i’m s-sorry” is the only thing you can manage to say—pathetic and ruined in your fucked out state.

kento frees you from his grasp, letting your head fall back down into the mattress. his bruising grip on your waist returns, and he slowly starts moving his hips again. 

“i don’t think you are” is all he says, before quickening his already harsh pace. kento fucks you like this—like he’s trying to make you understand—for the rest of the night.

and you do understand. you understand that you’ll never make nanami mad again.

♡ ⸝⸝ INSECURITIES

“what’s with the grumpy face?”, you ask, plopping down next to sae on his king sized bed.

“nothin.”, he mumbles, the slight frown on his face never moving.

“sae.” you sigh, “what’s wrong?”

he huffs in frustration, “it’s nothing. nothing for you to be stressing about, anyway.”

god, sae was always so shit at talking about how he feels. the thought alone makes your eyes roll.

“i’m your girlfriend. i’m always gonna worry.” you state, “y’know you can talk to me about anything, don’t you?”

he turns to face you, “i know.” he sighs, “it’s just, i feel like my job is sorta running me down.”

“what do you mean?”, you ask, tilting your head.

he points to his ears. his swollen, slight cauliflower ears before signalling down to his hands. his large, rough calloused hands. two things that you loved about him.

“and then i got all these stupid scars on me.”, he continues.

“sae..”

“nah- don’t do that stupid thing.”, he scoffs.

“what? what thing?”

“where you look at me like i’m someone to be pitied.” he sighs, “i don’t want that, that’s the last damn thing i want.”

“i’m not, i promise.” you reassure, “i just didn’t know you felt that way.”

you place your hands on his shoulders before adjusting yourself to straddle his lap, you face parallel to his, “i love these things about you, y’know?”

he frowns slightly, letting you continue.

you nod with a hum, grabbing one of his calloused hand and entwining it with yours, “i love how masculine your hands are. i love how it feels when you touch me, when you make me feel good.”

you see his adam’s apple bobble as you continue, “and your ears, i think they’re beautiful.”, you say as you place a gentle kiss under them, a small, almost undetectable sigh of pleasure coming from sae’s lips.

you smile to yourself before adding on, “and do you not realise how sexy your scars are?”

he shakes his head, a small smile making his way on his face and matching yours.

“will me show you?”, you ask, a suggestive tone leaving your lips.

he breathes out, the now obvious tent in his pants hitting your core, “shit- okay, baby.”

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

@bratzd0lli can’t believe i’ve only just seen this omg, thank you so much gorgeous!! this is so so sweet you’ve made my day ☹️

@dollbrbie ofc my love!! I hope you have an amazing rest of your day, you’re super sweet and definitely have a talent! So much love to you!! 💋

♡ ⸝⸝ INSECURITIES

“what’s with the grumpy face?”, you ask, plopping down next to sae on his king sized bed.

“nothin.”, he mumbles, the slight frown on his face never moving.

“sae.” you sigh, “what’s wrong?”

he huffs in frustration, “it’s nothing. nothing for you to be stressing about, anyway.”

god, sae was always so shit at talking about how he feels. the thought alone makes your eyes roll.

“i’m your girlfriend. i’m always gonna worry.” you state, “y’know you can talk to me about anything, don’t you?”

he turns to face you, “i know.” he sighs, “it’s just, i feel like my job is sorta running me down.”

“what do you mean?”, you ask, tilting your head.

he points to his ears. his swollen, slight cauliflower ears before signalling down to his hands. his large, rough calloused hands. two things that you loved about him.

“and then i got all these stupid scars on me.”, he continues.

“sae..”

“nah- don’t do that stupid thing.”, he scoffs.

“what? what thing?”

“where you look at me like i’m someone to be pitied.” he sighs, “i don’t want that, that’s the last damn thing i want.”

“i’m not, i promise.” you reassure, “i just didn’t know you felt that way.”

you place your hands on his shoulders before adjusting yourself to straddle his lap, you face parallel to his, “i love these things about you, y’know?”

he frowns slightly, letting you continue.

you nod with a hum, grabbing one of his calloused hand and entwining it with yours, “i love how masculine your hands are. i love how it feels when you touch me, when you make me feel good.”

you see his adam’s apple bobble as you continue, “and your ears, i think they’re beautiful.”, you say as you place a gentle kiss under them, a small, almost undetectable sigh of pleasure coming from sae’s lips.

you smile to yourself before adding on, “and do you not realise how sexy your scars are?”

he shakes his head, a small smile making his way on his face and matching yours.

“will me show you?”, you ask, a suggestive tone leaving your lips.

he breathes out, the now obvious tent in his pants hitting your core, “shit- okay, baby.”

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

Yeah, whatever.

👽: He’s a cutie patootie FR. Had the BIGGEST crush on him when Ultra Sun came out. Have the biggest crush on him now. TEEHEE 🤭

✅:Proof Read

🖇️:Guzma x Reader (ROM Fic)

18+, mdni

ta!sae who's known campus-wide for being a no-nonsense guy, a harsh grader, and an even harsher tutor when it comes to giving critical feedback. who barely says a word during lectures when the professor's there, content to sit in his corner desk at the front of the classroom, occasionally scanning the lecture hall for anyone who's clearly not paying attention to the professor (participation is 35% of the final grade, so you had better be actively listening/taking notes during class).

ta!sae who always shows up in the same getup -- white shirt, suspenders, clean dark slacks. sometimes, he'd wear glasses, sometimes, he'd be without. who has a habit of absently rolling up his sleeves when he gets really into a passage, even though you can't tell from the flatness of his voice, there's a certain way his fingers always dance when he gets properly invested in one topic or other.

“𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞”

“How much longer are you gonna keep up this act, Y/n?” 𝐒𝐚𝐞 asks in a low voice; wrapping his arms around you from behind. You could tell he was slowly starting to lose his self control. Losing his patience with you.

#cameinmypants

✴︎ JJK MEN // love to eat you out

╰┈➤ jjk men eating you out ft. satoru, suguru, kento, sukuna, toji, choso, shiu and hiromi.

SATORU GOJO

you’re jammed against the hotel balcony railing, city lights flickering below, satoru pinning you there, skirt hiked, panties hanging off one ankle. “fuck, you’re soaked already,” he says, dropping to his knees, pushing your thighs apart. he spits on your pussy, watching it drip, then drags his tongue slow and sloppy up your slit, slurping loud. “shit, you’re so damn sweet,” he mutters, grinning as he shoves two fingers deep, curling ‘em fast while his tongue flicks your clit.

your hands claw his white hair, and he smirks, sucking your clit hard, spit running down his chin, mixing with slick ‘til it drips onto the floor. “pull harder, i love that shit,” he taunts, pumping his fingers faster, wet squelch cutting through the street noise. you moan, loud, and he spits again, lapping it up, fingers twisting inside. “gonna fuck you ‘til you’re screaming for the whole city,” he says, sucking ‘til your legs shake.

JJK MEN LINKS

TOJI FUSHIGURO

He couldn’t help himself after the shop clerk flirted with you

So deep!

p*ssydrunk

he’s so mean ):

finally giving you that baby you’ve been begging for

NANAMI KENTO

he’s so fucking huge

office pet

what was he supposed to be doing again?

brat taming

helping nanami stay in shape (:

GOJO SATORU

you were a brat so gojo’s making you do all the work ):

“just sit back and let me take care of you”

naughty girls get punished

time to make an heir!

first time seeing each other after a long mission

GETO SUGURU

before the cult meeting

his favorite way to relax after a long day

in front of all his followers

his only exception to hating non-sorcerers <3

first time without a condom ):

SUKUNA RYOMEN

Punishment

training

sukuna’s favorite pet

open wide!

2 hours in…

CHOSO KAMO

choso’s punishment):

he loves to please you

he just wants to feel you as close as possible

he’s desperate for you ):

choso’s payback

Pt. 2 here

enjoy (: remember you have to be logged into twitter (:

(I’m saving these for later..)

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i bless the rain down in africa

( bllk boys x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — thinking abt going to a drive through safari with the bllk boys

♡ word count — 913

♡ content — sae itoshi x reader, shidou ryusei x reader, isagi yoichi x reader, yukimiya kenyu x reader, drive through safari, nickname 'babe' used (shidou), nickname 'my love' used (yukimiya), probably ooc, yuki's is short bc i ran out of brain power, not proofread.

♡ synopsis — bllk boys ( sae, shidou, isagi, and yukimiya) at a drive through safari with you :)

☾⋆⁺₊✧ sae itoshi

like the responsible ( and sensible ) person he is, he read the instructions that were on the infographic given to you two before he started driving through this 'safari' you so badly wanted to go to.

while you...well you threw it on the ground and grabbed two bags of feed so the two of you could feed the animals!

which is how you ended up in this position- a zebra head sticking through your window reaching for more food while you finally read the information,

"oh my god! sae! don't feed the zebras!!"

he wasn't. actually he wasn't feeding any animals- his window rolled up and the other bag of food in your lap.

or it was.

until the zebra reached in and grabbed the edge of the paper bag- making you scream in fear.

"sae-"

"you're gonna break my seatbelt." he said, face dead serious as he looked at you.

AS IF YOU CARED ABOUT A SEATBELT! THIS ZEBRA WAS ABOUT TO EAT YOU!

"pleasepleasepleaseplease don't-" you cried, squeezing your eyes shut as the zebra ripped the bag out of the window- making feed fly everywhere in the car.

you opened one of your eyes while your hand hastily reached to roll up your window, "i'm sorry-"

"you're cleaning it."

yeah, safe to say that you and sae weren't the biggest fans of the drive through safari.

☾⋆⁺₊✧ shidou ryusei

bounce back ── gojo satoru (m).

pairing ⋆ basketball player!gojo satoru & journalist!reader.

genre & word count ⋆ angst & smut | 11.5k words.

fic tags & warnings ⋆ fem-bodied!reader (they/she), basketball!au, rivals to ???, gojo is a conceited asshole, petty bantering, social media elements, near-death experience/accidental attempted murder, one (1) face slap, unprotected sex, pull out method, hate(-ish) sex, sub!gojo & dom!reader, fingering, one (1) pussy slap, squirting, slight degredation, crying, etc.

sticky notes ⋆ this ended up so much longer than i anticipated, but i will slobber all over your cocks if you read. it's good for the brain, give it some stimulation.

Sweat beading off his head, he drowns out the noise of everyone around him. Sapphire eyes fixate on the hoop that towers across the court as he dribbles the ball, sprinting towards another win. On the score post, fifteen seconds are flashing on the clock as the points are nearly neck and neck. Tokyo versus Kyoto, 34 and 32. With just enough time on the clock, Gojo can give his team a few more points to lengthen the gap. 

And when he’s determined, he gets a look in his eyes, where his dazzling blue seems to only shine more, the light beaming inside of his pupils as his white eyebrows course into a frown. He blocks out the entire world— the audience, the buzzers, the screeching of shoes against the wooden ground, the opposing team and his own team— just for his own ambitions. He moves untouched, something like a sixth sense telling him when and where to go as the sounds of his dribbles only get louder. His force caused the ball to hit the ground harder and harder. 

#read #iaminlove

“ IT’S CUFFIN’ SEASON, AND ALL THE GIRLS BE NEEDIN’, I NEED A BIG BOY ” — jake sully.

JAKE SULLY’s rearranging your guts while you’re crying, “ma sempul, ma sempul,” over n over again. he scoffs, and it dissolves into a dizzying grin and snicker at you, those canines glinting in the dull light while his hand on your waist is rocking your little body on n off his cock. sticky with white cream it strings out every time he sheathes and pulls out, breathless n husky while your tiny pussy’s squeezing every last drop outta him.

“yeah? yeah, baby? who’s your daddy?” he taunts, flicking his chin up while you’re squeezing your eyes shut trying to cope with his size. it hurts. and you’re squirting all over him for it. wet spray pumping out of you in waves as his tip keeps panging that spongy spot inside you. you cry out and latch onto his thick wrist as you ride it out, and he plugs you up with his cock, letting your warm liquid run down his thighs. “keep talking, i wanna hear it.” he encourages and you release the breath you were holding in a sputter.

“fuck!” you exclaim all pitchy. and you relax, sinking, toes curling from the comedown of squirting and the feeling in your tummy unable to decide whether to tighten or release. “mmm, ma sempul…” you whine. “f- feels so good,” shivering, you peel your eyes open, lashes heavy from your tears and look up at him pathetically. his strength is still guiding you back n forth, and your head juts from the force as he does it, the gross sounds of sex filling the silence a second. “you’re so big.” you sigh, and let your head collapse as you bite down onto your lower lip hard. your legs suspended in mid-air are raised that much more with his other hand hooking under one knee, scooping it up. that lethal na’vi dick shoving in to a spasming and overstimulated hole, still battered from being fucked into squirting with just a cock.

“tha’s right; you’re mine.”

YUMMYYYY 😋😋

#read #GIVEMEMOREEEE

bounce back ── gojo satoru (m).

pairing ⋆ basketball player!gojo satoru & journalist!reader.

genre & word count ⋆ angst & smut | 11.5k words.

fic tags & warnings ⋆ fem-bodied!reader (they/she), basketball!au, rivals to ???, gojo is a conceited asshole, petty bantering, social media elements, near-death experience/accidental attempted murder, one (1) face slap, unprotected sex, pull out method, hate(-ish) sex, sub!gojo & dom!reader, fingering, one (1) pussy slap, squirting, slight degredation, crying, etc.

sticky notes ⋆ this ended up so much longer than i anticipated, but i will slobber all over your cocks if you read. it's good for the brain, give it some stimulation.

Sweat beading off his head, he drowns out the noise of everyone around him. Sapphire eyes fixate on the hoop that towers across the court as he dribbles the ball, sprinting towards another win. On the score post, fifteen seconds are flashing on the clock as the points are nearly neck and neck. Tokyo versus Kyoto, 34 and 32. With just enough time on the clock, Gojo can give his team a few more points to lengthen the gap. 

And when he’s determined, he gets a look in his eyes, where his dazzling blue seems to only shine more, the light beaming inside of his pupils as his white eyebrows course into a frown. He blocks out the entire world— the audience, the buzzers, the screeching of shoes against the wooden ground, the opposing team and his own team— just for his own ambitions. He moves untouched, something like a sixth sense telling him when and where to go as the sounds of his dribbles only get louder. His force caused the ball to hit the ground harder and harder. 

#read #iaminlove

gojo's genes are scarily strong. the silky white hair and freakishly lightning blue eyes runs in the family! satoru guaranteed his child would look similar to him, his mother, and whoever was further down the drain in his clan. he swooned and giggled when you were pregnant, ensuring you and your baby's safety for when the time comes to bring the little shit into the world. he'll be so enthralled when his child is born, spoiling him even before he takes his first breath.

imagine to his fucking surprise when the baby comes and they look exactly like YOU. satoru sits on the cushioned chair beside your hospital bed, holding his baby while you slept—tired from birthing your sweet child. a pair of sharp blue eyes stare at the bundle of betrayal in his arms.

"a month of my hard work.. cultivating, planting you, then spending the next 9 months taking care of you and my wife." he scoffs while the baby eyes his father. "and you look exactly like your mother."

satoru couldnt help but let out a silent sob and squeal, taking every single nerve in his body not to squeeze the baby to death in a hug. he wishes you were awake—so he could jump up and down in pure ecstacy like a 3rd grader. he just loves your baby so much. after, maybe, around 500 years of bearing the same white haired, blue eyed baby combo into the world, someone finally beat the gojo clan genes.

your baby has your hair and eyes. satoru is surprised, offended and in love. yes, he loves that his baby looks like his mama but were you really so greedy to leave nothing for him?

he can only hope that your baby will be as silly, as stupid and as strong as him when they grow older.

... god, hopefully not

im lwk not all that into genshin as much as I was before, BUT DAMNNNNNN..

It Started out with a Kiss

Pairings: Shoko x F!reader/Gojo x F!reader/Geto x F!reader (reader fking em all aha)

MDNI- Explicit- PWP tbh, just a filthy ass foursome bc IDK- I need Shoko so here- oral (m and f recieving) f/f play, m/f play, foursome dynamics, reverse cowgirl, Satoru says 'yes mommy' for reasons, lots of kissing (esp w/Shoko) cum swapping etc, if you're here for plot there is NONE.

It started off as an innocent kiss, you and Shoko had far too much vodka shots, and ended up making out right in front of Suguru and Satoru, your roommates. The four of you have been friends since high school, now in your early twenties, still as close as ever, despite the occasional arguments.

Satoru loves to eat every ho-ho in sight.

Suguru loves to smoke skunk weed all over the house.

But you and Shoko are two peas in a pod, though tonight, her tongue is lapping against yours, her soft hands pulling you against him, you taste a hint of her cigarettes mixed with the vodka from the night, as she sighs into your mouth. Satoru and Suguru are watching you both from the couch, enamored then, cocks already pressing against the length of their pants.

"Fuck..." Suguru murmurs, putting out his blunt then, when Shoko eases your jacket right off your shoulders, and you're left in your little outfit, feeling their eyes all on you. Shoko slips your straps down just after that, her honeyed eyes on your breasts as she bends down, pressing kisses to them.

"Mnh!" Comes your little whine, while the men watch Shoko lead you until you're pressed against the wall, pulling a pretty tit out to lap at gently, while your hands entangle in her dark locks.

"Am I super fucked up, or is this happening?" Satoru's voice makes you and Shoko giggle, as she looks back at his bright blue eyes.

"You wanna help, huh?" Shoko asks, and Satoru blushes just a bit, eyeing your bare tit and nodding, you feel your own cheeks heating up then, when he stands so tall, tilting your chin up. "Get on your knees then."

OH MY GOD?????

Ahhh I need to write more Shoko 🤭

WOAHHH 😍

father!sukuna and father!gojo are probably my favorites ESP with daughters, like omg!!

@miniimight , this is the cutest thing ever !!