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I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and I’m reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. 😞
The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. 💔
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- cw. kamo choso x fem!reader, smut (18+ content) + pussy drunk choso fucking u raw for the first time
The first time 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 fucked you raw, it took everything within him to not cum. It was the way a low, strangled groan escaped his throat along with the struggle was plastered all across his face; his jaw slacked and his brows scrunched together in complete concentration as he thrusted his dick deep inside you. You, however, weren't any better — having already came the moment he made a firm rock of his hips, the slick noise of your bodies meeting echoing throughout the room.
His eyes rolled back at the sensation, a small bead of drool rolling down his chin. At this point, he was definitely going to cum inside you.
But he didn't want to finish. Not yet — not ever.
"Fuckkk," he nearly whimpered, his blunt fingernails digging into the soft plush of your hips. He rocked his hips into yours once again, drawing out a loud moan from both you and himself. "B-Baby, your pussy's gonna make me cum if you keep tightening around me like... Hahh... that.”
Another groan escaped his lips shortly after he stammered those words, his head thrown back as he succumbed to ecstasy.
You were barely able to mutter out a response, he was already fucking you dumb with the animalistic pace he was setting; you could barely get a single coherent word in — the only words that could ever leave your lips were the needy moans and cries of your lover's name.
Fucking you with a condom could never compare to how he was feeling at that exact moment; being able to feel your walls — every ridge, every stretch and every moment you tightened around him — the sensations he felt increased tenfold, and he simply couldn't get enough of it.
Being pussy drunk was a crazy understatement — the man could barely think straight nor speak coherently; the only thing flooding his mind was how fucking good your pussy felt wrapped around him without a single layer of protection separating your bodies.
The fervour merely increased from there; Choso was already losing control, deep and ragged breaths paired with the barely coherent words of praise leaving his lips. Eliciting your orgasm, after orgasm; Choso had yet to be finished with you.
He scanned his gaze over your body, staring at you in complete adoration. He nuzzled his face into your chest and snuck a cute and apologetic gaze towards you as he lifted his head slightly; his thick fingers gently toying with your erect nipples and his his hips gently rocking into yours, eliciting a soft whimper from you.
"I'm sorry baby," Choso said, his voice apologetic and breathy, though there was a hint of desperation present in his deep voice. "You think you can hold on a little more longer? 'M so close."
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𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 !
synopsis. upon recovering from a recent breakup with your longtime boyfriend, you find yourself confiding in a certain raven-haired man who is more than pleased to show you the rhapsodies of pleasure that his idiot of a cousin failed to give you.
pairing. zen'in toji x fem!reader genre. age gap au + smut cw. mature content (mdni), slight slow burn, slight angst, ooc!toji (pls be warned), p in v -> unprotected sex, age gap (reader in mid 20s + toji’s in his mid 30s), infidelity, slap on the cheek (m), consumption of alcohol, loads of tension, big dick!toji, rough sex, cervix fucking, explicit language/dirty talk, fingering, squirting, oral sex (m+f), reader’s on the pill, creampiez, toji calls you “doll”, toji’s not a papaguro </3 + voyeurism & public sex (in extra scene)
wc. 16k
- author's note. another repost of my work from my previous blog (chosai), and this is undeniably one of my top fav writing pieces <3
FOR THREE LONG YEARS, you genuinely believed that this man, Zen'in Naoya, was going to be the one you'd marry. However, one curious peek on his unlocked phone proved you wrong – terribly, terribly wrong. All those years spent on believing your mundane love life was due to your boyfriend’s grueling office job; often working long hours, and then coming home straight to the bed to fall asleep before waking up again and heading back to work — and all those messages proved your theories wrong. He wasn’t the workaholic he said he was, after all. The sounds of the shower running egged you to continue scrolling down his phone, feeling a myriad of emotions coursing through your veins; be it anger, dread, sadness, denial, and betrayal. You felt it all.
Trembling, you attempted to fight the tears as you continued to scroll; trying to retain everything before he finished his shower. Naoya spoke absolute filth in those texts, and you could barely believe it. There came the pictures of an attractive woman showing off her lingerie, thanking him for buying it for her. For as long as you were with Naoya, he had never bought you lingerie – he had never spoken to you so affectionately and lewdly compared to how he had spoken to the woman on his messages nor did he ever manage to finish you off, chasing after his release above all else. Your sex life was less than mundane, but you didn't try to make it a bigger issue for the overwhelmed Zen'in, so you relented – despite all this, you wanted to be understanding. However, you couldn't have been any more wrong.
To say you were flabbergasted was truly an understatement. For the past year that was spent talking about marriage and your future, your boyfriend had gone on week-long 'business trips' – to which you had later found out was a front so he could fuck his coworker.
"Ah, what the hell," you mumbled to yourself as you scrolled through his phone continuously, staring intensely at the screen. You then stumbled across a picture of Naoya, shirtless with a mischievous smirk. Almost immediately, you slapped your hand against your mouth; reading the messages in horror.
NAOYA: I'll come visit you tonight. You better be keeping that on by the time I arrive. I wanna take it off you myself. AIRI: You're getting me excited lol AIRI: Just come here quickly and fuck me already babe~
You genuinely wanted to throw up. You turned his phone off and placed it back on the coffee table; you had seen enough. Coincidentally, the sound of the shower running came to a halt and you could hear the faint sounds of your soon to be ex dressing up for a "drinking party with his male colleagues". What a fucking liar, he was. You leaned your back against the couch, trying to keep your focus on the television while you attempted to control the burst of emotions that were more than desperate to come out.
The sound of the door creaking brought you back to the present, and you snapped your gaze over to Naoya in his casual business attire. You couldn’t control the biting scoff that left your lips. He had the audacity to look at you, confused. "Babe? Is there something wrong with my outfit?"
Babe. Hearing that word roll of his mouth, smooth like honey, was the sheer equivalent of him rubbing salt on your open wound; knowing damn well that you weren't the only one he was seeing. You didn't know how long he hid this from you, and you were honestly afraid to know the answer. However deep down, you knew you needed to know. You reached your arm towards the remote, turning the television off. It was silent now. You returned your attention towards the male with a cold gaze.
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𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 !
synopsis. upon recovering from a recent breakup with your longtime boyfriend, you find yourself confiding in a certain raven-haired man who is more than pleased to show you the rhapsodies of pleasure that his idiot of a cousin failed to give you.
pairing. zen'in toji x fem!reader genre. age gap au + smut cw. mature content (mdni), slight slow burn, slight angst, ooc!toji (pls be warned), p in v -> unprotected sex, age gap (reader in mid 20s + toji’s in his mid 30s), infidelity, slap on the cheek (m), consumption of alcohol, loads of tension, big dick!toji, rough sex, cervix fucking, explicit language/dirty talk, fingering, squirting, oral sex (m+f), reader’s on the pill, creampiez, toji calls you “doll”, toji’s not a papaguro </3 + voyeurism & public sex (in extra scene)
wc. 16k
- author's note. another repost of my work from my previous blog (chosai), and this is undeniably one of my top fav writing pieces <3
FOR THREE LONG YEARS, you genuinely believed that this man, Zen'in Naoya, was going to be the one you'd marry. However, one curious peek on his unlocked phone proved you wrong – terribly, terribly wrong. All those years spent on believing your mundane love life was due to your boyfriend’s grueling office job; often working long hours, and then coming home straight to the bed to fall asleep before waking up again and heading back to work — and all those messages proved your theories wrong. He wasn’t the workaholic he said he was, after all. The sounds of the shower running egged you to continue scrolling down his phone, feeling a myriad of emotions coursing through your veins; be it anger, dread, sadness, denial, and betrayal. You felt it all.
Trembling, you attempted to fight the tears as you continued to scroll; trying to retain everything before he finished his shower. Naoya spoke absolute filth in those texts, and you could barely believe it. There came the pictures of an attractive woman showing off her lingerie, thanking him for buying it for her. For as long as you were with Naoya, he had never bought you lingerie – he had never spoken to you so affectionately and lewdly compared to how he had spoken to the woman on his messages nor did he ever manage to finish you off, chasing after his release above all else. Your sex life was less than mundane, but you didn't try to make it a bigger issue for the overwhelmed Zen'in, so you relented – despite all this, you wanted to be understanding. However, you couldn't have been any more wrong.
To say you were flabbergasted was truly an understatement. For the past year that was spent talking about marriage and your future, your boyfriend had gone on week-long 'business trips' – to which you had later found out was a front so he could fuck his coworker.
"Ah, what the hell," you mumbled to yourself as you scrolled through his phone continuously, staring intensely at the screen. You then stumbled across a picture of Naoya, shirtless with a mischievous smirk. Almost immediately, you slapped your hand against your mouth; reading the messages in horror.
NAOYA: I'll come visit you tonight. You better be keeping that on by the time I arrive. I wanna take it off you myself. AIRI: You're getting me excited lol AIRI: Just come here quickly and fuck me already babe~
You genuinely wanted to throw up. You turned his phone off and placed it back on the coffee table; you had seen enough. Coincidentally, the sound of the shower running came to a halt and you could hear the faint sounds of your soon to be ex dressing up for a "drinking party with his male colleagues". What a fucking liar, he was. You leaned your back against the couch, trying to keep your focus on the television while you attempted to control the burst of emotions that were more than desperate to come out.
The sound of the door creaking brought you back to the present, and you snapped your gaze over to Naoya in his casual business attire. You couldn’t control the biting scoff that left your lips. He had the audacity to look at you, confused. "Babe? Is there something wrong with my outfit?"
Babe. Hearing that word roll of his mouth, smooth like honey, was the sheer equivalent of him rubbing salt on your open wound; knowing damn well that you weren't the only one he was seeing. You didn't know how long he hid this from you, and you were honestly afraid to know the answer. However deep down, you knew you needed to know. You reached your arm towards the remote, turning the television off. It was silent now. You returned your attention towards the male with a cold gaze.
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𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨 𝑻𝑶𝒀 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬? — gojo satoru.
imagine gojo fucking you with the dildo you bought to prepare yourself for his big dick 🧎♀️
cw. 18+ content mdni, dildo fucking & explicit language | wc. 2.2k
author's note. another one of my works from my previous blog ! happy reading <3
The first time you stumbled across 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 freshly out of the shower, all naked and bare, the first thing your eyes caught sight of was that obscene baguette of a cock hanging between his legs. By then, you were convinced that he wasn't going to fit – at least, not easily. Your thesis was later proven to be correct when you had your first time with the ivory-haired male; tears immediately welling up in your eyes as you cried out in sheer pain. Of course, your boyfriend stopped his actions, making it his top priority to ensure your comfort and wellbeing. Since then, he didn't make any more advances – offering only his mouth and fingers for your pleasure, despite your many pleas telling him that you're ready.
It had been nearly a month now, and you had finally taken matters into your own hands. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures. While Satoru was off on a mission, you stared intently at the laptop screen, scrolling through the myriad of sex toys that are put on sale. What better way is there to stop your lovely boyfriend from holding himself back any longer than to buy a dildo to prepare yourself for him? Undeniably the mere image of his twitching cock being held down by the confines of his boxers and trousers made your mouth water. Eventually, after a couple minutes, you click on checkout.
It’s the next day, and your boyfriend is still away for a mission, and you find yourself staring at the box sitting in front of your door in surprise — honestly, you had expected it to come in a week. But then again, you’re back to business. Rushing back inside your abode, you plop the box down onto the kitchen table, tearing the cardboard with a scissor in nimble movements. Lo and behold, the extra large rainbow dildo rests upon the palms of your hands.
Blushing, you stare down at the lewd toy and you gulp.
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Anonymous asked:
Reader(pref. Female, but you can choose whoever you are comfortable with) caught Kento jerking off to her photos
PS. They are not in relationship or moreover in a platonic relationship
𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊-𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 ! — nanami kento.
- 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. fem!reader, horny!reader, brother's best friend au, suggestive themes -> mdni, reader & nanami are in their early 20's 𝐖𝐂. 1.3k
Despite the many years of growing up with 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎, you’d honestly be lying if you said you knew any little thing about him — in truth, you hardly even knew him; only ever knowing him as one of your brother’s best friends. Ever since childhood and adolescence, he was known to be super quiet and composed; heavily juxtaposing your brother’s rather playful attitude. You could’ve built a solid friendship with the guy, but to be fair, he looked pretty damn intimidating. The blond male always often appeared calm and collected, yet there was always a look of complete disinterest – and there was yourself, the girl who’d rather rot in her bedroom than stay in a bedroom with Satoru and his friends for a single second, as they would probably be busy ogling at models on the Playboy magazine.
Oftentimes you two would exchange extremely curt greetings, like hi or hello — either one of the two, whenever you both cross paths in high school and even in the comforts of your own home. Usually, you would pay little to no mind towards Satoru and his group of friends whenever they came over, as you were often too far up into your own business to even concern yourself with their own tomfoolery. However, Nanami was different. You weren’t at all close with the guy, yet you could easily tell he was the good apple of the bunch — therefore, he was the most tolerable out of the bunch.
However, what you didn’t expect to see in the next couple of years was to accidentally walk into your brother’s best friend, Nanami Kento — a.k.a The Good Apple of The Bunch, The Super Quiet and Composed One in The Group, and The Guy Who Always Looked so Damn Disinterested — sitting on your toilet, pantless; dick out, and his hands occupied as he fapped away staring intently towards his phone; low and guttural grunts escaping his lips as his hand’s pace escalated, indicating that he was nearing his much needed release.
He looked so lewd. The way little beads of sweat and a couple strands of his bangs were stuck to his forehead along with his flushed face; his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched as he worked himself closer to an orgasm. And the groans, god.
Heat rushed into you like a fucking train.