Boy N His Doggies Wip

Inumaki stared at you with soft eyes. You were absolutely gorgeous, so radiant, and incredibly strong. And even more, he had the privilege of being in a relationship with you.

He loved you to no end. The way you smiled at him, the way your laughter sounded like pure joy, and especially they way you would pout when things wouldn’t go your way. These were just a few things he loved about you.

“Inumaki, you’re staring again”

You poked his forehead with your finger, ultimately giving him a wakeup call from his daydreaming. You chuckled to yourself seeing his confused face.

“You’re so handsome, Inumaki. I love you”

It wasn’t even the first time you’ve said these series of words to him but it always made his heart flutter and skip a beat. How he wished he could say it back.

He quickly pulled down his collar with one hand as the other brought you in for a kiss. It was short but he took in every second like it might be his last.

He might not be able to say it but he definitely can show it and you definitely understood what he was trying to say.

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‘𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭!’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! period sex, vampire!choso, oral (choso eats you out on your period), some fingering, thumb in ass, praise, slut used once, daddy/mama, pussy drunk/cock drunk/hints of mindbreak/overstimulation, light dacryphilia, squirting, creampie, choso is a lil cocky in this one cause he knows he is rocking your coochie

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 MY FEELINGS, cause if these leaks are true I'm crying, Imma make myself feel better with choso smut

Fey: @maxellera the speed at which I wrote this, the way this consumed my body soul and cookie coochie 😫

Choso softly licks your puffy sore clit eliciting a whine from you as you twist your hips away. You’re trembling, tears rolling down your cheeks, cunt dripping cum and blood onto the soft fluffy towel.

He sweet croons, “One more princess please you taste so good.” You spread your legs, and grab onto the pillow trying to brace yourself. When he gently spreads your lips apart to admire your beautiful soaking wet cunt.

“Good girl, you look beautiful crying with your legs spread apart like a slut. I can't think about anything other that what I want to do to your pretty lil’ cunt.” Choso kisses your clit and lips, gliding his tongue into bloody cunt with a loudly groan.

Choso slowly strokes your sensitive clit the perfect pressure pressure. You’re quivering, moaning, toes curling with your sloppy wet cunt clenching his soft tongue. “‘S too good! Daddy!” Your cheeks burn and your heart pounds a little faster when he pulls away.

Choso sits up with a cocky smirk that looks hotter bloody. “Is your soft wet n tight cunt daddy’s?” He nudges two thick fingers into your soaking wet cunt. “Hear her sqeuchling? I think she’s answering for you.”

“All yours’ daddy! Wanna be yours.” Choso pulls his thick fingers out, smearing your blood onto his cock. He grabs your hip with his clean hand flips you over and pulls your ass in the air.

Choso swipes his hard cock between your soft lips and you push your hips back taking his fat veiny cock. His jaw drops with a beautiful deep moan, “Fuucckme lil mama! Nnn! That’s it, fuck your sloppy wet cunt on ya daddy’s thick cock.”

Rocking your hips faster taking his cock with deep fast strokes. “Nnn daddy please! You feel so good, I love my daddy’s thick cock ‘s much.” Choso groans as he admires the way your lips tug when you pull away. Your sloppy wet cunt looks so good split open by his bloody pale cock.

The sight is consuming him as he forgets to let you move. Tightly grabbing your hips and meeting your thrust back with a harsh rut. If not for his grasp you would bounce forward and hit your head on his headboard.

“Nnn lil’ mama you’re too warm and wet, fuck ‘s too much! Nnn! I wanna cum in both your holes. Your sweet little asshole is so tempting.” He pulls on your cheek, swirling a bloody thumb over your soft hole.

He moans, “I wanna fill you up in every way I can, plug you up so you can walk around with my cum inside you.” He glides his thumb in slowly, You’re making me a pervert, I’m becoming obsessed with watching your lil holes stretch to take me.” He probs up one leg and the strokes start hitting deeper.

His hard fat cock is too much for your sensitive cunt. It’s perfect you can’t think of anything else. Every single worry fucked out of your head as you cry into his pillow.

Grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. “Don’t muffle yourself lil mama, it gets me off hearing you moan knowing that I'm making your sweet lil cunt feel so good there isn't a thought in your pretty head.”

His balls are hitting your clit as he fucks you from behind. Your cheeks jiggling with each deep fast stroke. “Nnnn I'm gonna fuck ya into a cum filled princess who needs her daddy’s help 'cause she can't walk.” Gushing on this thick cock, your thighs tremble and your cunt is quivering over him sending Choso over the edge.

Warm thick cum fills your cunt up but he doesn't stop as he fucks you harder. Fucking his cum deep into your needy soaking wet cunt. “Sweet lil mama you're getting too tight! It feels too good! Fuck! I can't stop! Don't wanna stop! Wanna keep feeling your soft hot cunt soaking and squeezing my cock.”

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'what do u want to draw' 'idk, megumi?'

look. i just. want to talk about bakugou after your first big fight. bc i think he eventually becomes the type of person that knows when he's being too mean but he still can't stop. like you say one thing in defense to him and he takes it a step too far and immediately thinks, why the fuck did i say that—and then you get angrier and so he gets angrier and his inner monologue is just like shut up shut up shut up shut up before you say something you don't mean literally stop.

and so maybe he leaves, just to cool off.

not in the middle of the fight, but it's not resolved either. there's a lull between the little back and forth quips, all the "well i'm not saying that you—" and the "no, you're fuckin' saying—", the "don't cuss at me, katsuki—" and the "then don't talk to me like 'm—" and then it's silent. he's got more to say and so do you—but at the same time, he's just. over it. whatever started the argument in the first place has been left behind, anger moreso stemming from what's happened since the first shot was taken (by him, of fucking course), and he doesn't want to fight with you of all people. not you.

and the longer he's gone, the more it just spins around and around in his head. everything he said and the way he said it and why he said it, why the fuck did he say it. bakugou is—he's too used to fighting, too good at it bc that's all anyone has ever done with him. that's all anyone has ever shown him, that irritation, that push-back, that quick judgement and eventual avoidance. fed up with it. with him.

by the time he comes home—if he can call it that anymore—he knows it's over. he knows this is the part with the "i just don't think it's working out—" and the "really can't handle this right now—", the "you're an asshole—" and the—

and the worst of all is just the abandonment. the worst of all is when he'll come back to that apartment and you'll just be gone. you'll come and get your things over time, stuffing it all into cardboard until there aren't any traces left. until all that's there is the walls and the carpet and the frame and just. bakugou. alone. again.

but he walks through the door and you're just—there. washing some dishes, folding the laundry, poking at your phone because you can't sit still. and you frown at him with a little crease between your eyebrows, bc you're still mad and he knows this is it, this is when you look him in the eye and you tell him—

"i can't find the tv remote."

".......y'always lose the—the freakin' thing. did you check under the couch?"

"that's the first place i looked."

and you stand up to prove you're not sitting on it and he shakes out the throw blanket you were using and sticks his hand between the couch cushions and he finds a bunch of coins, a sock, that pair of underwear he took off of you the last time he had a night off—and the f—reakin' tv remote.

and you rest your forehead on his chest and you're pouting and you mumble out a, "thanks," even though you probably don't want to. you probably do a lot of things you don't want to do, with him. because of him. things you probably don't want to do anymore because you're fed up. and this is it. this is it.

"i love you, jerk."

when you wrap your arms limply around him, he doesn't say anything. because he can't. he can't shut up when he wants to, and he can't speak up when he wants to, and it's something you're probably tired of, maybe, he's not actually sure, but you let him bury his face into your hair and you pretend you don't notice that he's trembling just a little and that you can feel his racing heartbeat through his back.

bakugou doesn't say anything, because he can't, so you just lean into him a little more and you say,

"still love you."

and you pretend not to hear the deep inhale that he takes or the little groan he lets out, and you pretend not to feel the clench of his jaw or the barely-there wobble of his chin. and you say,

"still gonna choose to love you."

because you don't love him by accident. even with his irritation and his push-back, his smart-ass quips and his angry language. you see it all and you see him and you still say,

"always gonna love you."

and that's how bakugou knows where his home is. what it is. that's how he knows it's you, of all people.

When you finally find the MF who ruined your life.

TRANQUILITY: 1 : the quality or state of being tranquil; calm.

or, in other words, SLEEPING WITH THE JJK BOYS

megumi fushiguro’s hand draws patterns along your spine, his other hand placed over his eyes. it’s dark, other wise, you’d be able to see the ghost of a smile on his lips. he’s giddy, even more than he normally is with you; knowing you trust him enough to allow yourself to be in this vulnerable state with him makes him want to smile until his cheeks burn.

itadori yuuji kisses up your jaw, behind your ear and on your nose before allowing himself to fully embrace you. he can’t exactly make out your features in the room, so he’s beyond thankful for his photographic memory. this way, he’s able to memorize the way your face looks before you sleep — your eyes in a haze and lips slightly parted, he mumbles, “you look like home.”

okkotsu yuuta snuggles silently against you. he places his hand gently on your head while he mumbles sweet nothings into your hair. his heart blooms when you giggle into the safety of his chest. he pinches your cheek before placing a quick kiss on it, waiting until he hears your labored breathing as a sign for him to give into sleep too.

inumaki toge’s breathing evens shortly after you place your fingers into his hair, with his head laying gently on your chest, ear placed to the sound of your heartbeat, he thinks this is the happiest he’s ever been. a content sigh leaves his lips as his arms wrap tightly around you.

I hate it when people misinterpret zenitsu’s affection for nezuko as aggressive or impure. Zenitsu always treated nezuko with a very pure intention. He has never once done anything to her in a weird way. 

FIrstly, zenitsu never chased nezuko in the manga as depicted in the anime. ‘Bowing to beautiful women is the way of zenitsu’ -> he respects women as u can see. 

When nobody bother to talk to nezuko in the box, he was the one who accompanied her every night and talked with her in the BOX. He always brought her to see flowers every night because he clearly knew nezuko couldn’t see it in the day. He’s really just a pure boy who wants to treat the person he likes well. 

His love language is acts of service. That’s why you will see he’s always giving nezuko flowers. He even fulfilled his promise about making a flower crown for nezuko in the end. Look how happy she was. 

Nezuko blushed when she saw zenitsu was back. This clearly shows that zennezu is not one-sided like some haters said. 

He knew nezuko couldn’t see the goldfish so he brought it to her room just so she could look at it. Even though he knew he would get scolded by aoi or shinobu. 

Zenitsu did not protect nezuko just once but twice. He always thought that he was weak and not able to protect anyone so he wished that he could at least protect nezuko. That’s why in mugen train he wanted to protect nezuko even in his subconsciousness (while asleep) and did it. 

Even when nezuko was turned back into human, her first memory of zenitsu is a sweet image of him smiling and giving her flowers. 

Zenitsu has always treated nezuko with a pure intention so i don’t want anyone to misinterpret it. 

FOND: 1 : having an affection or liking for. 2 : affectionate; loving.

or, in other words, ROMANTIC MOMENTS WITH THE JJK BOYS

fushiguro megumi doesn’t know how to dance, so, granted, when you pulled him onto the dance floor in a rush of adrenaline he didn’t really know what to expect. he was relieved, to say the least, when you ended up embracing him and swaying side to side instead. if it were not for the dark lights, you would have seen megumi at his finest: pink-tinted cheeks with an adoring smile gracing his face.

itadori yuuji will swear up and down that he’s listening, but you know better. his eyes have been watching your mouth move the entire time, nodding mindlessly every time you look back at him. and when enough is enough, he firmly but gently takes your wrists and places them around his neck so he can finally place his lips on yours.

inumaki toge would have $5 if he were given a dollar for every time he was planning on kissing you, only to get rudely interrupted. he decides that he’s had enough when your lips are mere centimeters away, with his bottom lip lingering against yours — he hears the huffing of his dear (but very irritating) friend, he pulls away momentarily, yelling, ‘leave,’ before panda could even step foot in the threshold of your dorm room. he doesn’t waste a second more, grabbing your face lovingly before smashing his lips against yours.

okkotsu yuuta has to hold back his giggle, shaking his head in adoration at the accomplished smile you have plastered on your face. you begin to boast about how you made the yuuta okkotsu giggle while he just stares at you in enchantment. he becomes quiet all of a sudden, uttering a simple, ‘you are so adorable, you know that?’

geto suguru knows he has awful timing when it comes to surprises, it’s the one thing he wishes he was better at. this time, however, he thinks he’s okay with it; it’s not that he wanted to have you crying in his arms — it’s you trusting him enough to let him see you at this vulnerable state. he whispered a small, ‘c’mere,’ before taking you into him, patting your head with gentle reassurance and soft kisses.

gojo satoru loves nothing more than to embarrass you. so, when you mentioned how much your feet were hurting due to your shoes, he was quick to place you on his back, insisting that he ran back to the house. looking back, the stares you got along the way were completely worth the soft giggles of your lover below you.

but imagine giyuu with iguro and sanemi

she's got friends