one of the many, many benefits of having an alien for a boyfriend is his extra appendages!

you had been blissfully ignorant of their existence, having thought that though choso isn’t from this world, your anatomies were relatively similar. sure, his skin has a pearlescent hue to it, and his ears are sharp at the tips rather than rounded. but his lips, his hands, his body—everything else seemed exactly the same…

it’s when he has you caged beneath him—body pressed flush against yours, rolling his hips in steady, fluid strokes, cock stretching you open—that you quickly learn otherwise…

he’s gasping in your ear, moaning and warbling lowly, thin brows furrowed as he nips at your shoulder. “g-good.” he groans. “you feel…good .”

his teeth graze across your skin. not enough to break it, but enough to make you squirm. back arching into him.

and then you feel it.

something warm. viscous.

um um um

i have nothing appropriate to say

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ RANDOMLY SITTING ON ROOMMATE TOJI’S LAP :p

It’s late and the apartment is quiet except for the hum of the TV. You’re standing in the kitchen, debating whether to grab a snack or not and you glance over at Toji. He’s manspreading on the couch, one arm resting on the back, the other loosely holding his phone, attention flicking between the screen and the muted action movie playing. He just looks sooo comfy sitting there.

You don’t think much before moving, letting impulse carry you across the room. Instead of taking your usual spot beside him, you drop yourself onto his lap, settling in like it’s the most instinctive and normal thing in the world.

Toji doesn’t react immediately— just tenses slightly beneath you because the new weight of your body pressing against his thighs. He exhales slowly through his nose like he’s deciding whether this is worth making a fuss over or not. His phone tilts in his hand, green eyes slowly shifting from the screen to you.

“You getting comfortable?” he finally mutters, voice low and amused, fingers drumming lazily against his thigh beneath you. You hum, adjusting slightly— not too much, just enough to make his grip twitch. “Mhm”.

He scoffs at the audacity, tossing his phone onto the couch beside him. His hands find your waist, big and warm, palms pressing firmly against your sides like he’s trying to decide if he should just pick you up and dump you somewhere else.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back against the couch, thick muscles shifting beneath you as he settles in like he’s accepting his fate.

“You’re annoying,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite behind it. His hands stay on your waist, fingers flexing slightly like he’s still getting used to the weight of you there. You shrug, resting back against his chest and opening the bag of chips that you brought with you.

You slightly tilted your head back to glance at him while popping a chip into your mouth. “But you’re not making me move”. Toji clicks his tongue, tipping his head back against the couch and returning his attention to the TV. “Tch. Do what you want, brat”.

You do. And he lets you.

His grip tightens— just a little, just enough to make you wonder if you should be pushing your luck.

husband!toji who teaches you how to finger yourself— his sweet little wife who depends on his fingers and his cock to stretch that slutty cunt out.

his eyes were glued to your body, legs haphazardly spread as he leaned back against the chair that was situated across your shared bed.

“mhm, jus’ like that,” he mutters gruffly, shifting slightly in his seat and adjusting the painfully obvious tent in his pants. “don’t act shy now, sweets. run ‘em up and down your pussy and get it all wet.”

biting your lip, you obliged, hesitantly running your hand up and down your cunt. the moment the pads of your fingers pressed down onto your swollen bundle of nerves, a whine ripped from your throat as liquids gushed out from your entrance.

it was almost otherworldly; how wet you got from mere masturbation.

husband!toji whose cock is about to rip his pants open at the sight of you rutting against your hand like a needy whore.

it didn’t take long before he completely forgot that he was supposed to be teaching you — tugging his pants down and pushing his throbbing, hard cock inside of your pussy.

the corner of his lips twitch upwards as his gaze casts downwards. he’s met with the sight of a completely drenched pussy and sheets. he’s right, he thinks, only he can get you this wet.

lesson learned: don’t let husband!toji teach you anything sex-related. he’ll take matters into his own hands.

itoshi rin x f!reader - 18+ only, you find out how much rin likes lingerie

you know rin’s not that experienced. to be honest, neither are you. both of you have been tip-toeing around the other when it comes to being intimate, and you’re finally sick of it.

so what do you do?

you order a fuckton of lingerie.

you don’t want to scare rin with dildos and straps and paddles—although you do think about spanking him fairly regularly—but you do think your normally tight-lipped boyfriend will like this. men like pretty things, right?

so when you walk into your living room wearing a white satin set that barely covers you, you’re hoping he at least reacts.

there’s a mirror in your bedroom that you’ve never even considered adding to your sex play, but rin kneels you in front of it and wrenches your chin up with a hand. you catch his eye in the glass; his cheeks are flushed, eyes wild, mouth starting to hang open the way you’ve only seen when he’s playing soccer.

“you wore this for me?”

he slots his cock in between your thighs. you gasp - you don’t even know when he took his shorts off.

“yeah. there are others too, if you’d like to see them.”

he paws at your hips, holding you still.

“touch your tits for me,” he says. “wanna see how nice they look popping out of this bra.”

rin’s never effusive during sex. if anything, you’ve asked him to be more vocal. the way he’s talking to you now makes your head spin. you don’t want it to stop.

“you’re wet, aren’t you?”

pre-cum drips from rin’s cock, mingling with the slick already dampening your panties. you tweak one nipple and groan, both at the zip of pain and the hungry expression on rin’s face. he’s close and you know it, and you’ve never wanted to see your boyfriend come undone more than now.

“look at me when you come, rin, please,” you say, and the grip on your hip tightens.

“it’s gonna be quick tonight,” he says through clenched teeth, an admittance you know he hates. “you look so pretty, I can’t help it.”

you cheat a little and tightly fist the tip of his cock. his hips stutter, and with a low groan, he cums, semen spurting the front of the mirror.

before he picks you up to take you to the bed, he tells you to wear something new tomorrow night.

WHERE IS SHE?

WHERE DID THEY TOOK HER?

I want to be a white dad in a horror movie

Currently moving my brunette wife and our dejected children into an abandoned ghost factory for a fresh start

Honey, don't worry about our daughter's new habit of standing in front of the security camera in her playroom and murmuring about bones every night. That's probably just something women do

Why shouldn't our son play in the pitch black sub-basement that was walled shut with bricks until I started renovations? He's a growing boy

Finally caving to my wife's irrational fear and typing "ghosts?" into the Google search bar

IM SO SORRY I FORGOT YESTERDAYS POST

please forgive me 🙏🙏

thinking about classmate!gojo who has no idea that the shy, nerdy girl in his class is secretly a perv who has a massive crush on him and has been trading nudes with him. From the moment you saw him in your lecture, glistening blue eyes and fluffy white hair, you immediately could feel your heart pounding. He was so cute, so handsome, and god his muscles drove you crazy, not to mention his smile. He’s only glanced your way a few times, though, but it wasn’t until you went on your fake account and began sending such lewd pictures of your body to him that he started noticing you. To your surprise, he actually sent one back and from there on out, you chatted every day.

You shouldn’t have been shocked to find out that he had a pretty cock too. Lengthy and thick with a pretty pink tip, just waiting to be sucked and fucked. Everytime you scrolled through your chats, your hands always found a way in your pants, rubbing at your little aching clit. You’d get so worked up, so wet, sending him videos of your dripping pussy, fucking yourself on your fingers just for him. He’d send a video back, jerking his cock, his heavy breathing and soft moans in the background. “God, baby, you have such a pretty pussy, you know that?” He chuckles. And the next morning, you’re both back to being complete strangers. He’s sitting in his seat on the other side of the room, obnoxiously tapping his pencil, completely unaware that you’re fawning over him, getting wet just thinking about him.

Sometimes you even leave class to slip into the bathroom, pulling your skirt up and snapping a picture of your cunt or unbuttoning your shirt to snap a picture of your tits just to hit send to him. And when Gojo gets the notif in class, the professors words going in one ear and out the other while he hides his phone to stare at the pictures you sent, his cock growing hard. And still, he has no idea that it’s you.

gojo: send a video of you playing with yourself for me, yeah?

Without hesitation, you listen. You’re in the bathroom stall, skirt hiked up while you quietly finger your soaked cunt, showing your slicked coated fingers to the camera. And a few minutes later, you walk back into class, watching gojo look down at his phone, trying so hard to pay attention but failing so miserably.

Later that night, Gojo is in his bed, fucking his fist to your pictures and videos, scrolling through your chats and messages, his cock throbbing in hand. “Fuck, I wish I knew what you looked like,” he muttered under his breath, pressing play on a video of you fucking your dildo, your ass bouncing up and down on the silicone. “I could fuck you so much better, baby. Have you screaming, begging, crying for my dick,” he grunted, following your pace. His eyes are fixated on your pussy, drooling over how it grips the toy, your juices dripping down it while your ass jiggles. Just as he’s about to cum, he clicks off your video and presses record, making sure to capture the moment to send to you. “Look at what you fucking do to me,” he rasps, and seconds later he’s cumming all over himself, moaning, grunting, swearing under his breath.

All you can do is smile when you get the video, giggling to yourself. His toned abs flexing underneath the light when he cums, throbbing veins decorating his thick cock. He’s just so perfect to you. A few seconds later he messages you.

gojo: when you gonna let me see your pretty face?

you: you’ve already seen it <3

★ choso has terrible blood circulation. no matter how many woolly socks you buy him, or insulated shoes, or thick gloves, his hands and feet are always cold and seeking warmth. because of this, he's taken to stuffing his hands under your shirt and holding your waist, trying to steal the warmth from your flesh and clinging to you like a personal heater. when his hands slip under the edge of your shirt and press firmly to your waist, he hums softly and subtly curls his body around you no matter what you're doing. in public, however, he's much more reserved. even though obviously he could wrap an arm around your waist, or hold your hand, he's taken to just clinging onto your sleeve or holding onto the back of your shirt as you walk. after a few weeks, you start to notice it, and it gets you worried.

“hey, cho?” you murmur, leaning into his shoulder slightly while waiting in line at the movie theater.

choso hums in response, his fingers curled gently around the sleeve of your jacket.

“..don’t you want to hold my hand?” the query comes out soft, and choso pauses for a second, frowning.

“do you want me to…?” he leans down slightly to hear you better, tilting his head a little.

“well, yeah, i’m your girlfriend. i want you to hold my hand when we’re out.”

“oh. okay.” choso nodded slightly, his brow still tense.

you match his frown, turning to face him in line.

“whats wrong?”

“i didn’t know if i was allowed.”

“…allowed? cho!” you scoff, reaching up and grabbing his jaw to shake his face gently. “why would you not be allowed to hold my hand?”

“i didn’t know if you wanted me to in public.”

“choso.” you sigh deeply, dropping his face and grabbing both his hands instead. “i would much rather keep your hands warm for you than have you freezing your poor fingers off clinging onto my sleeve.” you rub your thumbs over his chilly knuckles, tilting your head back at him as he continued his frown.

“…alright,” choso nods, squeezing your warmer hands with his cold ones. (he read somewhere once that women find communication sexy, and usually speaks everything he feels outloud, unless its something he’s perceived you won’t like.)

you nod back, smiling and tugging him with you to move up in the line. “why didn’t you just hold my hand?”

“…i don’t want to make your hands too cold…”

“choso!”

The difference between 👀 and 👁️👁️ to me

TANGLED IN LOVE, STUCK BY YOU .ᐟ

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