I'm Honored You Say My Brain Cells Are Jewels, But I Regret To Inform You That I Have 3 Left And All

𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 !

˖˚˳⊹ deepthroating feat. childe : scaramouche : dottore : pantalone : zhongli : diluc : arlecchino x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : deepthroating : strap-on (arlecchino)

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

that low rumbling chuckle that escaped childe’s throat was almost sinister if anything, followed by the sight of your mouth full of his heavy cock, shutting you up in an instant. His hands would interlock themselves with the soft strands of your hair and snapping forward where he wanted to have his tip prod on the most, your throat. It’s so warm and firm, —he figures—, the way you’re flexing your muscles around his tip made a shiver run down his spine, he needed, no had to feel more.

Soft noises snapped himself back to reality once you hiccuped against his length, his pace lazy but steadily, not wanting to hurt you in any way either, you’ve been so good to him after all! Letting him just plunge into your throat like that was a gift from the heavens if he’s being honest. "you’re always so good to me." He’s repeatedly chanting this sentence with every bounce of his cock buried deep inside your throat. You were so full too! saliva dribbling down your chin and from the corners of your mouth while you breathed heavily out of your nose, hands slowly drawing circles over his thighs to reassure him that it’s okay and you can still take it. Like mentioned before, he wouldn’t want to hurt you in any way, you’re his love after all. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

the wet noises replacing the quietness of the room you were currently in with scaramouche. Body nestled in between his thighs while you were kneeling in front of him. He’s sputtering in between harsh sucks of your mouth, almost losing it whenever you hollow your cheeks to coax yet another deep groan out of him. He has got to change whatever was going on right now, more so he absolutely disliked not being in control of certain situations. His eyes locked gazes with your own, "you know how much I hate it when you tease me." he was careful with his words, barely a whisper if anything.

you, of course, weren’t able to answer because of being stuffed full with his cock, only nodding frantically before rolling your eyes back at the harsh snap of his hips inside of your wet mouth. Your throat would always grab him like a vice, —the feeling was to die for—. The saliva that pooled out of your mouth coating your face as you resorted to breathing through your nose due to the inability of doing it any other way. Scaramouche was happy now, "that’s better." he‘s cooeing that sentence with an almost pseudo friendly tone, slapping sounds of his pelvis remotely hitting you were now bouncing off the walls with great ease. Who knows, maybe if you were being extra obedient today, he’d return the favor to you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘

"just like that." dottore's rough voice was turned into a soft whimpering once he sheathed himself deep inside your warm mouth, "this is what you‘re made for." you were only able to hiccup against his length as a way to respond, bobbing your face up and down his heavy member while your hands found their way to his round balls, —that were eagerly waiting for some attention from you—. His features were almost heaven like: painfully intimidating eyes locking gazes with your own glassy ones. He was just way too big for your mouth to fit in, deperately trying to spread your lips further for his girth to fit but you still had some troubles.

dottore only laughed at your pathetic whimpering, thinking that all your hopeless attempts to satisfy you would come in handy somehow later. His hands were tired of your slow pace as they nestled in between your hair strands, grabbing a fistful of them and pushing you down on his length until you hit his pelvis, nostrils filled with the musky scent of him as you tried your best to breathe out without gagging around his girth. His dark and audible chuckle, —that was barely hearable to anyone—, brushing over your ears and making you shiver. He wouldn’t wait any longer and fuck your throat, lolling his head back whenever he’d feel you clench around his heavy cock. You weren’t exactly surprised by his harsh behavior but didnt complain either, far too turned on by the way he used you as his own personal cock sleeve. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

Truth be told pantalone was rock hard all day, could barely wait before he can finally push himself deep inside your wet mouth. You were always so happy to please him after all! The first grunts fell off his throat at the haste intrusion of his fat cock in your mouth, setting up a lazy pace in the beginning. He wasn’t in for doing a lot most days since it wasn’t his job to satisfy his needs, it was yours. Today was different though, blame it on him being so fucking horny all day long but the second you circled your tongue over his girth and brushed over that one particular throbbing vein of his, he figured this just wasn’t doing it for him right now.

his balls were straining, tensing up and begging to spill his seed deep inside your throat, so he did the only rational thing in that moment, meaning he grabbed a fistful of your hair to push you against his twitching length. The way you moaned at the sudden snap made you gag against his girth, the man above you almost seeing white if it wasn’t for his immense self control. You were eagerly bobbing his cock in and out of your mouth before he grinded himself deeper into you, holding you still while his swollen tip prodded against your throat.

You knew what was coming next, it was almost a bad habit of his but pantalone loved throat fucking you more than anything. "open up open up." He’s chanting lightly, —with that smile of his—, which always managed to make you shiver against his hold. The brutal pace he was going for now made your throat straincgreatly. You were trying to wrap your lips firmly against his girth while both his cum and your saliva dropped heavily down the floor, staining the carpet underneath you. He could feel his balls tighten as the knot from deep inside his gut finally broke, spilling his cum in thick spurts into your throat, the warm feeling of his seed calming you down as warm tears spread over your cheeks in the process.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

You know how thick his cock was, not to mention his heavy balls that would smack against you whenever he’d snap his hips forward into your warm mouth. The taste of his salty cum was coating both your tongue and throat, warmth filling your belly once it spilled down. Zhongli‘s eyes were scrunched shut, his cock heavily weeping inside of you and already making a mess while you eagerly played with his balls. It was almost unbearable for you to wait for him to cum deep inside your mouth and let you finally taste him! You couldn’t help it but grow addicted to his taste, it wasn’t too sweet but the saltiness was so easy on your tongue, dreaming about getting every last drop of the man that was hovering over you.

For a moment he pulled out and only left his tip in to retract himself to once more, —bury himself in your throat—. The quick movements were enough for you to get some taste of his salty pre-cum on your wet muscle, rolling your eyes back at it slowly covering your taste buds. "you‘re doing so good for me." biting that sentence out in an desperate tone, you did not know what made zhongli so riled up today but also didn‘t seem to care that he took it out on you. Truth be told you loved it whenever he was rough with you, —whenever he gritted his teeth when you circled your needy tongue over his girth—, that was way too big in the first place. Or whenever his body shivered and tightened once you shoot your eyes up at his gaze, watching him from under your lashes with all of his thick seed spilling out from the corners of your lips. Zhongli was sure he wouldn’t be that stressed after you were done with sucking him off so fucking nicely.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

Diluc was a busy man, as everyone knew by now. Yet even he had his needs that needed to be satisfied but none other than yourself. He was currently sitting on his leather chair that was located in his office. It was cold and the lights were dim yet here you were sheathed in between his thighs, sucking him off while kneading his balls with your warm hands. He missed that feeling so much, couldn’t remember the last time you went down on him like that. You breathed deeply from the man groaning above you, couldn’t help it but rub together your thighs too because of the sinful sounds he‘d always voice clearly from past his lips. "keep going." the lust in his voice was unable to be ignored, all he wanted was to spill his seed deep inside of you while also continuing to fuck you in a brutal pace.

Diluc bit back a moan before snapping his hips forward to meet your pace half way, finding refuge against your scalp to guide you over his cock now and haltering his movements once his pubic hair tickled your nose, musky scent filling your nostrils while you hiccuped from his girth. Everything felt so warm, so wet and sinful inside of your mouth, —he figured—, almost being reluctant to become addicted to the feeling you inflicted on him right now.

Your innocent eyes were watching him through underneath your brows, eyelashes stained with warm tears that ever so escaped your eyes, coating your cheeks in the process. It didn’t matter how often you’d suck him off, it’ll always strain your throat in the beginning, he was so fucking big it wasn’t fair. Your eyes squeezed shut as he continued to fuck your throat like a toy, throwing his head back to feel you clench around his swollen tip. Diluc was sure after he spilled this seed deep inside of you, he’d be able to work more efficiently later on … or maybe he’ll actually spread you on his desk to fuck you for being such a good baby for him, he still needs to decide but ultimately goes for the latter.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗢

If arlecchino decided to grace you with her body, she’d always go slow. Carefully exposing her figure for you, clothes dropping down the floor while she advanced towards your figure. For her, it wasn’t a choice, —but she needed to be in control—, wouldn’t want it any other way. It was always a matter of how you acted towards her as well though, not to mention that today in particular you weren’t obedient at all. Seemingly being bratty in front of her subordinates made her blood boil once she stood before you, a strap-on connected with her body which appeared sinfully and decorated her hips, reaching over to the soft curve of her ass. Archons, how you wanted to touch her right now, feel her up but arlecchino wasn’t in for it today.

Instead she advanced over to your face, prying open your mouth with her thumb to push herself inside of your warm mouth. It was way too big, you were desperately trying to spread your lips further before rolling your eyes back at the pleasure. "there isn’t a reason for me to play nice today." She’s calm with her voice, repeatedly prodding her tip over your throat to tease you, "right?" You groaned and looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, lashes fluttering innocently at her but she wasn’t showing any signs of actually being gentle with you now.

At this point you were looking like a mess, make-up smushed over your face while she was throat fucking you so sinfully with her strap on, couldn’t help it but focus on every little whine that escaped past your mouth, if something other than your saliva was able to escape in the first place. Arlecchino continued to fuck into you roughly, each time making sure she’d grind herself harder against your throat and not stopping until you were a whining begging mess for her, apologizing for being so fucking bratty earlier.

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[nsfw under the cut]

protective!eren beating the shit out of some dude that decided it was a good idea to smack and grab your ass at the bar

protective!eren having to be pulled off of him by like 2 other guys, his shirt's a little ripped and his hair is a mess, but he doesn't care

he hates it when other people look at you too long, let alone have the fucking balls to touch you

and protective!eren makes sure you're okay, even though he's the one that ate a few punches in the process

he'd do it again and again and again

even when his friends make too many jokes around you, making you smile and laugh, protective!eren shoots them the nastiest fucking glare when you're not looking

that's his job

you're all his, there's no room for anyone else

when he's eating you out, protective!eren spits on your pussy and licks a trail up to your clit, keeping eye contact the whole time

he wants you to watch him take care of you

he'll always take care of you

protective!eren likes to ask, "who's pussy is this?" while he's railing you, your legs pushed up against your chest

he knows the answer

but hearing you break down in desperate moans and pleas sends him over the edge every time

"all yours, eren"

damn fucking right

OMG KIKIIIII!!! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR U TALKING ABT ZHONGLI MAKING A MESS OUT OF HIS BELOVED S/O WITH HIS DRAGON TONGUE!!! AND YOU'RE WELCOMEEE!! ZHONGLI IS JUST CHEF'S KISS 🥰🥰🥰

ok, ok, hold on, I'm blushing like a slut right now, I've been thinking about zhongli using his body parts as dragon for such a long time... I might even make a longer post about it, but for now let's hold back with just a little bit!

zhongli is not the most experimental guy in the world because he has seen, felt and touched so many things in his life that it's hard for him not to know what he likes and what he doesn't, but this would be put in check when one day you asked him how he felt when he changed from human to dragon form and also asked if you could touch, or at least see, it. he hardly denies you anything, so if you ask, he gives it to you without a second thought, and it was a surprise for him to see you run your fingers so delicately over the small scales that appeared around his eyes when he slowly changed from human to half-draconic form that essentially only changed the eyes, mouth including teeth, and the appearance of the skin on his face and neck. your fingers passed over his mouth as they stroked his cheek and, in an innocent game, zhongli let his forked tongue slip between his lips and curl around your index finger.

it was a strange sensation for you, the texture of the tongue was still soft, but it seemed to tickle, especially when zhongli contorted and wrapped it around the base of your finger as if he was making a ring. you silly giggled, if your much older boyfriend had known what was going on in your mind as his tongue went back into his mouth maybe his cheeks would have turned red.

little did you know that zhongli was thinking the same thing, maybe even more explicitly and maliciously than you were. but, because of that, it wasn't all that surprising when he pinned you against the bed and slid between your legs with hands already spreading your thighs and busying themselves with removing your clothes.

it was only a matter of time before his forked tongue came out between lips again and this time brushed against your clit in the same smooth way it had done around your delicate finger. you inevitably felt little electric waves travel down your back and your pussy tightened around nothing; all beneath the watchful eyes of the former geo archon.

the chance was before his eyes, why not try it? if you asked him to stop, he would do it immediately. but, stopping? was literally the last thing on your mind and in your trembling body as soon as you felt your walls being slowly opened and stretched by zhongli's long tongue and the tips of it curving up to brush against your sweetest spot.

your hips forced themselves up against his face, grinding as if you were about to ride the face of that ancient god. and he would have let you do that if he didn't want to fuck you so badly on his own with his inhuman tongue and make you cum hard for it.

his hands held you sometimes by the hips, sometimes by the thighs, and his amber eyes with a reptilian pupil cutting them down the middle never left yours for all the minutes he used to turn you into a mess of drooling, whimpering, and loud moans that matched, to zhongli's eyes, and very much with the wet sounds coming from his tongue running between your folds, licking your throbbing clit and exploring your pussy; all while your slickness wet his mouth and chin and advocated how close to orgasm you were.

zhongli couldn't feel your body inside completely using just his tongue, but from the way your thighs were trying to smother him and your walls tightened around the length of his wet muscle he could tell that the hot sensation deep inside of the bottom of your belly was getting more and more intense and tighter.

in the end, you came with the archon geo's tongue still deep inside your tiny pussy and with no chance to move away from his mouth, since his hands were firmly around your thighs pinning your quivering body against the bed and his mouth completely over you, drinking every last drop of your sweet juices.

during those brief seconds that your vision blurred and your toes curled, you felt too full with just his tongue and it felt even better when your face lowered to look at zhongli's and his eyes were staring at you as if the best prey lay before them. you were lucky enough to look at him as soon as his tongue slid out and snaked through the air licking his chin and part of his cheeks and your inner thigh wet from your sweet juices.

"mhm," zhongli hummed standing up and giving you a smile that let you catch a glimpse of his startled canines, "it's not so bad to have a dragon boyfriend sometimes, right?"

maybe you two had better prepare each other. you because zhongli would want to eat you out from now on using only his draconic tongue, he because you wanted to test how far he could control his own powers when being deep inside you and fucking you without being completely in his human form.

— genshin masterlist.

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𖥸 Two gym workers, also known as the strongest two men in the gym, have their eyes set on buff girl! reader and are enchanted by her legendary muscles.

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Front desk worker Gojo sighed as he looked at you, lifting heavy on one of your upper body days after a long day of college work.

“Geto,” his teeth were clenched to bite back a moan as he saw your back muscles flex while you set down the dumbbells and picked up heavier ones to lift for your next set.

Geto was already looking at you. “I know.”

“No, hah, look,” Satorou nodded downward as his fellow personal trainer glanced down to see a hardening bulge in his work pants.

Geto smirked. “I know, she’s fucking jacked. It’s so hot.”

“ I mean,,, look at her arms…gonna make such a mess on myself if I keep watching, she’s so strong, shit” he whispered in response.

The white-haired man was glad the front desk area could conceal his fat boner from gym goers.

You pressed your bodyweight above your head for rep after rep, the pump in your arms and shoulders giving the two trainers you didn’t know were watching from the front desk, pumps as well…in their third legs.

“Hope she stays late so she can help us close.”

“Or just closes those thunder thighs around my face, that’s fine too. She can break my nose, honestly.”

“Maybe in the sauna so she can get her sweat all over me.” Geto pulled his man-bun tighter like he would if he could eat you out right now. He totally would. He’d storm out towards you, rip off the spandex that barely covered your ass, and eat you with reckless abandon.

“Fuck yeah, I want in.”

Their cocks both jumped when they saw you bend over to grab your phone and water bottle, music blasting in your earbuds, spandex getting swallowed by cheeks sculpted by the gods…or just squats and deadlifts, that jiggled as you walked across the gym towards a machine.

They prayed that you looking at your phone and smiling was because of a favorite song and not because of a partner’s text.

When your little glossy lips wrapped around the straw of your water bottle and your throat constricted to chug as much water as possible, you looked so adorable and unknowingly provocative.

You would wrap your cute hands around the handles of the machine , both handles that were quite thick on that piece of equipment that had them think, what if instead of those bars were their extremely girthy cocks in each of your hands? Your fingers would certainly not be able to touch then. Your grip strength was probably amazing.

They wanted you to straddle them, not the damned seat. Wanted to see the straight face you made as you worked out, falter. Just once. Would you look determined to take them down your throat, or submissive? Wondered if you had silenced your little grunts and noises on purpose. They wanted to make you scream, cry, bounce on their cocks, put your strong legs to work.

Geto decided to make his rounds putting plates that people didn’t put away, back on the plate holders. He would see how dutiful you were putting the 5 pound plates away by the other 5’s, sometimes moving the huge 45’s with ease so everything was organized. Good girl. He knew you were so subtle in looking at him, except for the day he was squatting with Gojo. You were so silly pretending like you were just taking a flex selfie in the mirror when in reality you were trying to get them both in the frame so you could touch yourself to them when going through your camera roll later. Little minx. Suguru was keen to the games you’d play. How you’d “refill your water bottle” as if it was that empty, just so they could see you pass by, and just so you could look at their fat asses and big legs on the way back to your exercise, wishing you could spot and be right behind the big men squatting an insane 6 plates like it was nothing. On each side. Not total. They were the strongest in the gym and it made your pussy clench around nothing seeing how they one-upped each other and had fun while they lifted weight that would probably break national and world records.

He was keen to how you’d smile hearing how encouraging and sweet Satorou was in training his clients. The way you played it cool in saying hi to them tonight and tried not to make too much eye contact with Geto. He was sure that when you put your phone near the scanner, which was near where he sat by the computer monitor, that he caught a whiff of your juices on your fingers. Or maybe it was a figment of his imagination. No, Gojo smelled it too, biting his tongue instead of his lip so you wouldn’t see. Sighing when you went to the locker rooms. If they didn’t have such strong legs they’d already be wiped out because you made their knees feel so damn weak.

They would always perv out when you’d walk by in your baggy clothes, wondering what little shorts and small top you’d have today when you took off the pump covers. It was like unwrapping a little present and it gave them so much joy each time when your pretty face came in, then turned into a game face, and you went through the process of peeling off clothing layers to reveal a Greek goddess physique. Gojo wanted to unwrap the entire candy, taste your gooey drippy center.

Geto talked to you the months you prepared for your bodybuilding competition, seeing you practicing your posing, the days your veins and shredded muscles would stand out so sexily on your figure. You were so dedicated, and so nice, even though you were really looking forward to eating an entire feast of junk food after the show and probably felt so grumpy the more you neared the show day. It’s an entire process to manipulate your salt and water intake, your entire lifestyle, the way you’d manipulate the amount of rice you ate, the posing practice, the cutting out your favorite foods, the glamming up and buying of a sparkly suit. You’d wear your heels in the gym and practice your posing sometimes in the yoga room when it was empty. And when you told him casually you had won first place, he had expected nothing less.

Now here you were, growing, getting stronger, and your ass was begging to be grabbed.

He knew because he was right behind you, and you turned around, looking up and smiling. He waited as you took out a Bluetooth ear bud.

“You’re so helpful in putting the plates back, but please conserve your energy for your sets, miss hulk.”

He knew you wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Like you couldn’t handle putting plates on and off the machine. He knew you could handle everything all on your own. But this was his way of being a gentleman whilst acknowledging your muscle mommy status.

“Aww are you sure?” Your voice was so sweet, yet so full of some sort of tension. Your eyes looked down to Geto’s knockers of pecs, then back up to admire his half up man bun look. You wanted to pull his hair.

“Positive, you crazy beast. Shoulders are looking massive by the way, y/n.”

He gave you a fist bump and you both thought of how big his fist looked compared to yours.

“Oh stop, just trying to get your jojo delts, big boy.” Big boy. He tried to suppress his blush at the stupid nickname but blood can’t be manipulated unless you lift weights or get a release of sorts.

He winked. “I’ve got some new forearm equipment and cable pieces if you just ask Gojo or me. I’ll stop harassing you, nice to see you tonight.”

“Not bothering me at all, I’ll definitely go up. Also I know it’s close to closing I can help you guys, I feel bad, or I’ll try and hurry up—“

“My lady, please don’t rush. Let us take care of it. We’ve got you. Finish your work out on your own time. It’s your planet, we’re just living in it. If you need extra weight me or Gojo will be up there for you to grab.” You giggled.

He spoke with so much authority, with such smoothness and wit. All whilst being such a dork. So you nodded and went back to sit on the machine to start your set.

He saw the sweat mark on the machine seat, like the freak he is, with the outline of your ass and wet little pussy printed on there all pretty. You still had that ripe aroma, except now you smelled even sweeter up close… and breedable. He made his rounds in cleaning and reported back to Gojo.

Gojo smiled. It was so dead in this fucking gym. The night crew of Maki and Nobara (seriously when was their wedding) and the buff guys, including the best gym bros Yuuji and Todo, said their goodbyes ten minutes before closing. True gym etiquette. And you, the only exception to the policy? You were so focused. You took some pre-workout caffeine mix right before your arrival so you were having major tunnel vision in pushing the weights and getting maximal blood flow. Bicep vein popping. Sharp lines and ab lines. You had no idea they locked the doors.

Half of the gym lights were off and that’s all you knew, so you wrapped it up and began to put the weights back.

“Oi, y/n,” Gojo hoped you heard him a little as he waved. You smiled at the snow-haired man. Putting your headphones away, “ay vanilla gorilla, what’s up?”

His crystalline eyes glimmered darkly for a second. “So creative as usual. You flatter me, but my back ain’t as big as a silverback yet. Hey. Join us in the sauna; it’s our closing routine. It’ll be relaxing.”

You thought for a second.

He added, “we can even get some late night Korean bbq if you’d like as well, if you can.”

You grinned. “Right now I’m on that see food and eat it meal plan so I’m totally down!!!”

The corners of his lips turned up slightly. “Great, see you there.” He whispered something under his breath. Princess. But you didn’t know if he said that. Nah. in your dreams.

He smelled so good. You wanted him and Geto to throw you around and manhandle you so badly but it would probably never happen. They probably had girlfriends and saw you as a gym buddy. But still.

“Mm, Geto?”

The 6’2” brunet near the deadlift platform perked up.

“Yes, my ladyship?”

Gosh his silly little titles for you made you feel so conflicted because you wished, hopelessly, that he was flirting with you.

“While I still have a pump are you able to help me take a flexing video? It’s hard to do it myself.”

“No, ma’am, actually no filming allowed in the gym,” he winked, taking your phone and cueing you to move back towards the best lighting.

You made your flexes and he whistled and hyped you up. When you were done and he handed you the phone, you laughed.

“Wow you made me not look like a midget in this video like anyone else would when they help me!”

Geto smirked. That probably includes her exes who want to look good themselves but could give a rat’s ass about her, he mused. How one of them decided he no longer wanted to lift with her and felt he was too good for her, was beyond him. It should’ve been the other way around.

“Well, I can always help you out in any way you need, film you whenever you’d like. Just promise to send me them too so I can learn how to pose from you,” he wiggled his eyebrows. Your heart skipped a beat. Was he joking around? You had no idea.

“Oh I suck at posing, but if you think I’m good then I guess I am and I’ll send you my boring flexing videos,” you laughed.

Your blush deepened when his dark eyes sparkled. “Well I think you’re fucking perfect, y/n.”

Your oblivious ass laughed and shook your head in absolute stupid denial. You were confident in yourself but he was just so friendly and hot it made you question everything and you had to keep telling yourself to stay calm.

Plus how ugh, he and Gojo are so tall, and he smelled so crisp, so yummy. How were you going to survive in a little stuffy sauna where scents were only magnified, and your arousal will get only hotter in the hot ass room?

You swallowed thickly and felt wetness trickle in your panties when you saw Gojo sitting with his head back in the sauna, white hair let down in messy damp waves framing his oceanic eyes. His shirt? Nowhere to be seen. Instead a little black towel draped over his neck to bring out his bright hair. Sweat and moisture began to glaze over rippling abs and a wide expanse of thick, carved muscles.

You took your shoes off. As was the policy, and set your stuff down besides your water bottle. Then opened the door and stepped in.

“Oh, hi guys,” Gojo smiled, unfazed by how hot it was in the room.

“Hey,” you chirped, stepping on the wooden level of seats that Satorou’s head was near, sitting in the corner so you could see both him and Geto, who. Also. Had his shirt. Off. Great. When did he find the time to do that? Made sense though, since they wore polos. Didn’t want to make their work outfits too nasty, you figured.

You were throbbing down there, and watched as Geto took off his hair tie, his hair fell down gorgeously, and he held his hair tie between sharp canines as he put it up into a high pony with some wisps hanging out.

“What’s the matter, tough girl?” Geto’s teasing voice lilted as he smirked up at you.

“Oh, I just like your hairstyle.” Geto chuckled, satisfied. Not checking your big daddy arms out…or anything like that.

“How was your shoulder and back workout, Y/n?” Gojo asked.

Oh so he was watching you. You never told him what you were working on today. Hopefully your form was alright. Well of course it was, you have perfect technique and lift slowly and as controlled as possible, even during explosive lifts with heavy weights. Of course he wouldn’t question it either. But you were such a perfectionist who worked hard in all you did.

“It was great! Lifted heavy for both. I know it’s a big range of muscles to work out but considering I missed yesterday’s shoulder day I had to make it up by raw-dogging both.”

Geto thought, excellent word choice, she can raw dog two muscle groups at a time, huh. Maybe raw-dogging two more big muscle groups wouldn’t hurt.

He smiled, voice so deep, “I bet your rear delts are going to be so sore tomorrow.”

“Hopefully. I’m trying to get big melon delts like you guys, and being sore would be a reward,” you knocked on his shoulder as if it was metal and hissed, shaking off your hand like your knuckles hurt, making the two men crack up at your antics.

“All lies. We’re trying to get as big as you. Say, Y/n, how does one get such massive traps like yours?” Gojo’s left arm rested and stretched out on the platform you sat on. His hand was inches away from your butt. So close, yet so far.

You let out a little laugh, getting goosebumps in even the hot-ass room. “Stress and carrying my team at work or in school group projects.”

“Really? I can help you get some of the knots out if you’d like.“

“Damn for free? You look like you’d be good at massaging too.”

“I could be.” His hand went from being so close to you to patting the space next to him. You stood up and hopped all the way down to the ground like a lil cat.

“While I’m up I’ll turn the heat up, too.”

“Great idea,” Geto chimed. “Reaping the sauna benefits more.”

They both checked out your ass hungrily and shamelessly, practically drooling and wanting to just grab you by the thighs and devour you with their hands.

You didn’t know because they were so much better at looking at your ass without getting caught, than you were at looking at their asses without getting caught.

You settled with your back to Gojo on the spot he patted, and felt big, heavy, rough hands engulf almost your entire shoulders. You took a deep breath as he kneaded you so well, pin-pointing all your pressure points that made you react under his big fingers. He was firm and applied the perfect amount of pressure. Maybe you’d milk it so he’d manhandle all of your sorest muscles. You wanted it to hurt a little bit.

“Can you possibly go a little bit harder?”

“Like this?” He upped his pressure and squeezing of your shoulders perfectly.

“Mm, perfect,” you were trying not to moan as a hand snaked up to encircle the back of your neck and squeeze. You shivered. Your neck was so sensitive and he was sending chills up and down your spine with every movement.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n, shit,” Gojo’s husky voice sounded like he was calling something else tight, not your traps. “Sugu, come feel this.”

A set of hot, calloused hands that were just as large and heavy rubbed skillfully at your slowly loosening traps.

You accidentally let out a little mewl, and it was not lost on the men how your neck relaxed in his hold and your head tilted obediently however he’d move around your neck.

“Wow she is tight,” Geto’s smirk was in his voice behind you. As he pretended to ignore the little mewl that drove him nuts just now. He was wrapping you around the tip of his finger.

“You guys are so good at this! The stress is leaving my body seriously,” you were trying to act normal, like you didn’t just moan right now.

“Come to us if you ever need to let off some steam,”

“I certainly will.” You were trying to play it cool to not ruin your friendship with the super nice gym workers, but you were getting so wet and they had so much fucking testosterone and their voices were so low in your ears, they were so so close to you, and it was getting really difficult to fight off your wet dreams all these nights of them having their way with you, ramming into you and taking turns cumming inside you, maybe spit roasting you, and and and ……

Your lids became heavy and you were throbbing, hoping they didn’t notice you squeezing your legs together. Geto’s huge hand was now almost choking you from the front, as his other hand’s thumb rubbed deeply into your pressure point on your back.

“Nnrggh, right there, fuck,” your back arched a tiny bit.

“Aww, I love making you feel good, am I better than Gojo at this?” His silken voice rumbled playfully in your ear, pretending not to know you basically were moaning and begging for his touch. You sounded so pretty when you begged.

“Hey, not fair. Y/n, how does your lower body feel?” Gojo was now in front of you, kind of pouting with his blue kaleidoscope eyes boring into yours. He will one-up his gym bro, in all things including making their shared crush feel good and pulling noises from her.

You hissed through your teeth as Geto rubbed circles down your spine, which made your hairs stand on end from your erogenous zones being touched. You had no idea he was so close to you waiting for you to lean back onto him.

“S-sore as always, my hips feel tight as hell, also this can seriously not be free”

Gojo chuckled. “For you, doll, anything is free. Look, I can massage those tree trunk legs so you don’t feel that tightness, I bet walking sucks for you.” If only he made walking really suck for me.

“Holy shit I can’t pass—pass up a deal like that,” your voice was a bit higher from arousal and you found yourself stumbling on your words. Hello, brain? Why aren’t you working properly? We’re all just friends.

Gojo looked lost in thought with an unreadable hazed expression over his eyes, thumb stroking his chin for a second. “Mm, good. Anything for our favorite tigress. You work so hard.”

Big hands began to squeeze at your thighs, slender fingers kneading , thumbs pressing into your soft inner thighs. You had to really control your breathing through your nose so it didn’t look labored since Gojo was right in front of you.

Geto’s hands were at your hips, thumbs pressing into your lower back.

“Shit, ‘to, you need to feel how muscular her thighs are. Y/n flex. Holy shit!!! That is such a flex!”

Your voice cracked a little in trying to hold back your moan, and you giggled. “Thank you, I just do a shit ton of squats and deadlifts.”

“Such a dedicated pretty lil muscle mommy,” Geto murmured, hands moving higher up your thigh near the hem of your tiny shorts. Awfully close to—

“Y/n is a muscle mommy indeed, like crush me between these thighs like a watermelon. You need to be worshipped 24/7.” Both men were admiring your pretty legs in those tiny, tiny shorts.

“I um—n-no I don’t,” you stammered as the heat of the sauna, the way Geto kneaded your thigh a mere couple inches away from your pussy, the electric bolt sent to your clit, your feeling of his big heavy thick arm holding you still under your arms, the praise, the tension, it was too much and your voice was thick with lust. But theirs were thicker.

You flipped the straw to your water flask open and it hissed, squirting cold water all over your face, and you barely flinched. Geto’s thumb wandered to near your pussy lip and you whimpered, sucking on your straw to unsuccessfully distract yourself, and spread your legs farther instinctively.

Gojo had enough. The tension, he agreed, was too damn much. “Fuck. Such a good girl, you look so good like this. Done pretending I don’t need you right now.” You looked delicious in the dark sauna as your brain was slowly processing what he just said. With water dripping down your chin, between your pecs, over some of your thighs, the rest of your body covered in a glowy aura of sweat. Dressed well but disheveled. A goddess walking the earth, and the only woman to show him what angels looked like. He brought a hand up to cup your jaw and without warning, crashed his soft, glossy lips onto yours. Your lips danced as if they were lost dates in a ballroom and he parted the kiss, icy blues peering into your soul. “Taste so sweet.”

Two of Geto’s big, thick fingers suddenly shoved into your slick walls, and your jaw dropped in shocked pleasure. Gojo, ever the opportunist, diving back in and using his thick tongue to explore your mouth. You began to kiss back, moaning as the ebony haired man started to move his fingers inside you, trying to find your sweet spot. Your hands had to brace yourself behind you, and you grabbed onto Geto’s meaty thighs. “Mmm Geto—Gojo—“ your voice was muffled as you kept making out with the white haired man. A gasp and tightening of your grip on his thighs indicated that Geto found it, and he took his fingers out of you to taste your slick.

“Damn Gojo, you’re right. She tastes delicious.”

He kissed and bit on your neck, grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning. “Lady, we’ve been wanting you ever since you stepped foot in this gym years ago.”

His mauve eyes were so intense as you looked up at him since he made you face him. Hold on. Wait. They were working that long ago? You never noticed. But clearly they noticed you long ago. How long were they pining after you?

You hummed a questionable “hmm?” Before Gojo broke the kiss to agree. His voice was laced with not just desire. He was ravenous for you, feral even. “You’re growing so fucking strong, who wouldn’t want you? You’re our Greek goddess who sculpted herself. Fuck you’re so driven and strong, Y/N it turns me on like nothing else to see you be so jacked like you could just destroy me”

Geto plunged his fingers back into you and you keened at the praise and the feeling of him stretching you out.

“Tight pretty girl, why don’t you give us a little flex, treat us a little. Let us worship you.”

You were too dumb on his fingers to feel anymore shame to do the silly request, and you flexed your arms. Gojo felt up your biceps and kissed and sucked them, while Geto licked circles on your neck and shoulders pumping his big fingers in and out of your dripping sex.

Your head was spinning, the two men began to sandwich you between their muscles, and Gojo started playing with the hem of your shorts.

You were reduced to whines and little pleas.

“Shit you’re so fucking wet, Y/n,” Geto practically growled, and you arched back into him. Your head rested on his chest, which felt so squishy because of his tiddies. He held you down in place with a big arm so you didn’t buck your hips too much…you just had to take him fingering you and driving you wild.

“S’because I think about you guys all the time,” your nails dug into Geto’s arm but he didn’t stop fingering you and rubbing circles around your pert little clit.

“Oh, is that so, love?” Gojo nibbled on your other ear, so close to you that you could smell the delicious abundance of pheromones coming off these two men, making your heart race besides Geto’s fingers and the heat.

“‘M always soaking wet going to the gym and seeing you, cancelled a gym membership I wasn’t using because this is m-my favorite, I get to see my favorite big men,” your hand traced down Gojo’s abs, and he moaned.

“Oh is that so? Do me a favor. Lose the clothes, sweetheart.”

You complied as the men gave you a little bit of space and began to undress themselves as well, showing big strong meaty man thighs that you just wanted to bite and ride. And better yet—when they took off their boxer briefs—big, thick cocks slapped their abs and bobbed up and down, arousal pooled all the way down there. Dripping precum. So much fucking meat. So many pretty veins. You gasped when you saw them and they chuckled.

“You can handle anything, Y/n. So you can handle us, right? Fit us inside you?” Geto stroked his cock slowly, panting with arousal as pleasing you and your hot, tight little pussy got him so riled up. His dark eyes seemed to plead for your agreement. They’ve both sported boners since you worked out so finally taking the pants off felt so good.

“Mm, I want to prep her a bit more Geto, can we do that?” Gojo put a towel down and motioned for you to sit on the higher seat and you obliged. “Such a good, obedient girl.” He put your legs over his wide shoulders and two long fingers made a V and spread your puffy pussy lips to admire your perked up clit and how wet you were. He flattened his tongue and swirled it over your clit ferociously.

“Gojo!!! Ahhh,” you mewled as you bucked into his face. He began to make out with your pussy all sloppily, lapping up your juices, swirling all over, up and down, and inside you. Eating you out like he was famished. “Usually I don’t like to eat my sweet desserts first but—“ your juices were dripping down his chin already and he looked so gorgeous with his messy white hair, “now I need to eat it before dinner, and after dinner, for breakfast, and lunch, forever and ever if it’s you.” His tongue kept fucking you as he rubbed the entire alphabet over your clit, and it was too much for poor you. Your legs began to entrap his head and instead of going up for air, his other arm hooked around them to bring your thighs even closer together and choke him out more.

Geto was nibbling, sucking and twirling your nipples between his fingers. One of your hands dug into Gojo’s hair pulling him down and making the man moan, and another one of your hands dug into Geto’s silky locks to pull him in to kiss you. He growled as you tugged him in. You tasted a little hint of yourself on his mouth from when he tasted his fingers. He brought up an experimental hand to choke you and you bit his bottom lip, licking it after. He smirked, choking you harder and you spasmed under both men’s touches, moaning as Geto kept kissing you and dominating your mouth as you began to feel light headed. They were pumping their cocks, and Geto stood at your level, so you were eye level to his fat cock, a sexy happy trail going from his carved abs to his goods. You took him in your hand and licked a stripe up the precum that was dribbling down his large bottom vein.

“Fuck, just like that sweetheart,” a heavy hand rested on top of your head, and he didn’t move or fuck your face. You licked all the way up to his swollen pink head, which you sucked and licked circles.

You looked into his heavy lidded eyes as he moaned deeply, the hot sound and Gojo’s hastening ministrations on you making you moan around him. And with that vibration, Geto lost control and began to thrust into your mouth, and in response you bobbed your head. Your jaw was going to hurt so bad later from this huge cock but you didn’t care whatsoever, struggling to take even half of his cock yet you were determined. They were right. You could barely even hold the entirety of his or Gojo’s girth with your middle finger and thumb touching. “So—good—fuck,” he hissed.

Gojo was absolutely drunk on your pussy. He knew he could spend hours between your muscular thighs, slurping and lapping at your overstimulated sex. Curling his fingers into the sweet spot he also found. You could feel yourself getting close, so close, and you began to sob into Geto’s cock, legs shaking and holding onto his huge thighs for stability as you twisted his cock and gave him the best blowjob of his life.

They knew you were getting close.

“God you’re so hot,” Geto was breathless, as you would try to keep eye contact with him whenever you weren’t rolling your eyes back. “Cum for us.”

And with that, as Gojo switched his hand and mouth, rubbing circles on your clit quickly with his index and fucking your sensitive walls with his tongue, you came undone, bucking into his face, silently screaming, switching eye contact between both men, making them groan.

“Holy shit, Gojo, that’s so hot,” Geto without warning thrusted deeper than you could handle. You gagged, and with that felt hot seed go down your throat into your belly.

“Such a champ, sweetheart.” He was still pretty hard, and held your chin up to kiss you and taste his release and your mouth. Your pussy and ears were buzzing and you were so distracted you didn’t realize Gojo was lining himself up with your entrance. He rubbed your clit a little bit with his tip, then plunged in, making you gasp and whine at the same time. Nothing could prepare you for how fucking big either of them were, and tears that threatened to fall from sucking Geto off fell from the burning stretch in your walls.

“A-ah, hurts! S’too big,” you cried, and he rubbed your thigh soothingly.

“I know, darling, I know. You can take it though, yeah? Be our little cocksleeve.” You moaned in agreement and bit your lip. Geto kissed your forehead and stroked your hair.

Inch by inch, he went deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. “How are you feeling, Princess?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“Please, I n-need you to fuck me,” you cried, and with your permission he wasted no time, bucking into you wildly. Sounds of skin slapping skin and wet squelching filled the sauna, and his sweat dripped on to you making you more aroused. You realized not all of it was sweat. Some of it was your juices that you squirted onto him. And he loved it.

You grew dizzy as he held one of your thighs up and bent the other one up in a half mating press. He went deeper inside you than any man has gone before and with Geto being so large too…fuck. You were screaming his name and sobbing, as Geto choked you a little again and bit on your neck to mark you up as his.

You desperately clung onto any muscles you could, and you looked and felt drunk on pleasure.

“Been wanting you so bad for so long, both of us did,” Gojo moaned, barely out of breath as overwhelming pleasure clouded your vision.

Geto added, “you’re going to be our strong little pet, built to take us both so perfectly.” You were so wet and dumb that juices dribbled down your ass and created a white ring around Gojo’s cock.

“Wonder whose kids you’ll be having first, Y/n?” The raven-haired man was thinking out loud. It took you a second.

“Wait wha—hahhh!” Gojo was kissing your cervix and bruising your walls, but when he put his palm on your tummy to feel his bulge through your stomach, and thumbed your clit, you saw stars again and clamped down on him.

Gojo was getting close as well as he rammed into you, his balls slapping against your ass, thinking about putting his kids inside you.

He moaned as your whines filled his ears and made him go insane, wanting to absolutely ruin you and fill you over and over again. And with that, you came another time, squeezing his cock as he thrusted deeply into you, and finished inside you, filling you with his hot seed as deep inside you as he could before pulling out.

Some cum oozed out of your winking pussy because you were already so dripping wet before getting fucked.

Geto got up. “My turn!!” He grinned darkly to you. Gojo took his place near your face, and Geto manhandled you to be bent over on your knees, mouth near Gojo’s cock. Your head took residence between his strong thighs. He was still hard. How the hell…

You knew what to do, so dumb on the dick and wanting more inside you, you whimpered and took him in your mouth and hands, giving Gojo puppy eyes. He stroked your hair, biting his pretty lip at the sight. A smack left your ass stinging, and a second blow made you moan around Gojo’s big cock.

But what made you moan even louder was Geto stretching you out all over again and fucking you slowly while rubbing your clit making you twitch around him.

He then held your hips up with his strong arms to be a more exaggerated doggy and fucked you at a bruising pace, hitting your sweet spot he memorized over and over and over.

You whimpered a muffled “Geto” as you had Gojo stuff your mouth and you palmed his balls, making him and Geto groan in unison.

“Mm you like that? Like getting dicked down by two guys?”

“Let’s take a bet. Who’s going to be the first baby daddy, Y/n?”

You were so lost in pleasure you couldn’t even answer.

A slap on the ass made you sob, and you palmed Gojo’s tip. “Ah-sorry what was the question?”

Geto pulled all the way out to slam back into you at the hilt, making you scream.

“It’s ok. I’ll repeat myself. I—said—who—will—be—the—first—dad?” He grunted between deep slamming thrusts, you whimpering in each one.

“I-I don’t know, nghh why don’t you put so many inside me I have both of your babies,” you slurred out, just wanting to be bred by them.

Geto liked that answer. Gojo put himself back into your mouth and thrusted into you. You were in denial this was even happening; it felt like the best dream ever. Being spit roasted by your crushes.

Gojo was the first to finish, down your throat. Geto waited, and not long after he also came inside you, leaving you absolutely creampied with both of their loads thoroughly mixed and dripping out of you.

“You’re so good, sweet Y/n,” “did so good,” they said to you, kissing their favorite muscular lady and wiping you clean. Gojo wiped your juices off of him, Geto wiped himself too, and they helped you up.

“So. You, Gojo, Me, K-barbecue, 2am?” Geto put his hair back up in his signature style.

“Yes.”

“Fucking famished.”

“Same. Let’s get dressed.”

They helped you out of the gym and babied you before and after dinner. You would definitely be sleeping in tomorrow. In Geto’s bed with him and his roomie Gojo on either side of you, you warming Geto’s cock. Both men keeping their sweet little gem safe and sound.

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a/n: I really don’t know how I feel about the entire fic but if I didn’t post it would eat away at me until I died so LMAO 🤣

©️ DEMONBANGER WRITING AND ILLUSTRATION / DO NOT REPOST OR STEAL WORK — ESPECIALLY ON OTHER PLATFORMS /

so are we gonna talk about how bakugo goes crazy when he’s inside you, like his brain just, shuts off?

or how every single time he never fails to say “you feel soooo good… so warm and wet… all for me huh?” before he absolutely jackhammers you into oblivion.

cw ;; afab!reader, soft sex, gn!reader, 18+

a/n ;; i miss him so badly.

i like to think that bakugou gets a little desperate after missions and can't help but pound into you cause he kinda loses control? which is why you always look forward to it bc i think bakugou is always especially careful with you. sex is an intimate thing for him so he treats you gently and fucks you how you need to be fucked

but sometimes it gets late, yk? and sometimes bakugou was so busy and can't think straight and you welcome him into your arms. your voice reminds him like sirens as he clumsily crawls into bed - eyelids heavy but not ready for sleep. you feel it first, his dick presses into your stomach as he lays ontop of you and his throat is hoarse.

"wanna fuck you before i sleep." and you're not in any place to deny his simple request. bakugou likes seeing you spread your legs for him, parts your thighs with gloved hands. your body welcomes him.

the stretch of his cock isn't impossible but it knocks the air out of your lungs. and inside you're just so... hot. warm and sticky and inviting and bakugou pushes until he can't anymore. he lets his sweaty forehead press to yours and he groans. shuddering, his shoulders shake and he almost breaks out into a fever.

"holy fuck you feel good. s'good baby, you're.. fuck." and he wants to say something more coherent but he's lost. you feel so good. silky and slick and bakugou normally puts so much effort in to make you happy

but your fingers are scratching his scalp and sweaty skin. and you're whispering to him so lovingly "welcome home katsuki, missed you." and god.. god - you're so fucking beautiful always. look like sunlight and planets and whatever venus is made of.

and bakugou can't help but want to fuck you. jackhammer your sweet little cunt with adoration that make cities crumble. and he knows he's inside of you but god he would kill to be closer, needs to be closer to you. kisses you in a desperate attempt. but he needs more. he needs you to cum on his cock and he needs you to tell him you love him, begs it.

"say it again" "love you katsuki," "fuck.. fuck"

he doesn't mean to get so out of it, but it's been a long road without you. all those days away. you shouldn't be surprised, he's sure there's plenty of stories about men who drown in oasis.

I’d like to share some information I came across last night.

Men are hardwired to think their pregnant s/o is hot because of their primal breeding instincts. Not only that but men often think it’s hot when they know their baby is inside you. I saw a quote from a dad of 3 saying “Goddamn woman, I saw what a baby did to you and it makes me want to fill you with more!” When he heard his wife felt ugly during her pregnancy. Also orgasms are more intense when you’re pregnant so they want to fuck you more and make you feel good.

Yami or Bokuto impregnate me challenge

you have no idea what this information did to me!! yami and bokuto are absolutely obsessed with knocking up their s/o. also, I'm so sorry for taking so long to respond! 

this is not edited so I’m sorry if there a shit ton of mistakes

warnings: public sex, heavy heavy breeding, pregnancies, exhibitionism, creampies, marathon sex, lactation kink, size kink, vaginal penetration, female reader, nipple play, car sex, domestic relationship, established relationship, pregnancy kink

yami never really thought about having some brats of his own. he already had to take care of the idiots in his squad so the idea of raising his own brat with you seemed demanding and tiresome. he was astonished and honestly a little terrified when you told him that you were carrying his child but deep down he was the happiest man alive when he heard that news. to others, he might seem like he dislikes taking care of people but taking care of you is the reason why he keeps going everyday so maybe the thought of taking care of another wasn’t too bad after all. however, three months into your pregnancy, something in him changed, or maybe it didn’t change and it was just there all along. once you began showing and your baby bump started growing, yami began feeling a sense of possessiveness and primal instinct to breed you over and over again.

seeing you waddle around the Black Bulls hideout drove him absolutely crazy and he had a hard time trying to cover up his painfully hard erection he was sporting in his trousers, but a sense of pride bloomed inside of him at the thought of everyone knowing that he knocked you up and you were now carrying his child. he had no choice but to push you up against the wall and fill you with cum so that it dribbled down your thighs. he was absolutely insatiable. he would bend you over the couch in the hideout and pump his cum into you when his squad was eating in the dining hall or pull you onto his lap and fill you with more of his thick cum when everyone was partying and way too preoccupied to notice you creaming on captain yami’s cock on the couch. of course he didn’t tell you about this new feeling until later that night when he had your naked body underneath him. not until then did you fully realize just how affected he is seeing you round and full with his child. he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, squeezing your tender breasts, rubbing your round belly, and gently stroking your sensitive pussy with his thick fingers.

“didn’t know knocking you up with my kid would turn me on so much. and your body is so fucking beautiful. love your round tummy and your breasts full with milk. so sensitive too.”

he could barely hold himself back from stuffing your pussy with his heavy cock and filling you up until his thick cum flows out of you. all he wanted to do was to breed you over and over again so that you were always carrying his child, always full and round, and always showing everyone that you were carrying yami sukehiro’s children. your eyes widened when yami slid his cock into you with one slow thrust. the pregnancy has made you even more sensitive and you could easily feel the thick vein the runs along the underside of his cock in you. usually yami fucks you rough and fast but tonight he held you close to his body and fucked you deep and slow. even though he was holding you gently, his heavy body wrapping around your body made your breathing laborious and his deep thrusts kept taking your breath away.

yami held you down against the bed and kept pumping you full with his cum all night long until the two of you were wrapped in each other’s sweaty bodies as the sun began to rise and his cum flowed out of you and his big hand came to rest on your round tummy.

bokuto was never the same after he overheard atsumu and captain meian talking about how they wanted their own little wife that could give them their own volleyball team. at first bokuto was confused as to what that meant until he put it all together and realized that he’s got his own little housewife that he can pump full with his own fertile semen. if he could fuck you over and over again maybe he could keep you pregant long enough to give him enough kids that could act as his own volleyball team. I mean how nice would it be to have a couple of kids running around? and to see you attending his games all round and full with his child, showing all of his teammates that he put his own child in you before anyone else could knock up their partner. this is all that bokuto thinks about during practice and he can’t quite help himself from chubbing up in his thin gym shorts.

as soon as he gets home he’s on you in an instant. pressing his crotch into yours and pressing sloppy kisses all over your neck and breasts. that night, bokuto pumped load after load of his cum into your pussy and propped your hips up on a pillow to ensure that his cum stayed in you.

six months later, you waddle your way into the packed stadium to watch your husband’s match. you have a hard time moving around due to the baby that bokuto put in you a couple months ago. bokuto looks up to see you sitting there in the bleachers with your hand resting on your swollen stomach and a sweet smile on your face. bokuto can hardly hold back his smile and the pride swelling in his chest from seeing you carrying his baby.

“so ya put a baby in her, huh?” bokuto turns around to see atsumu smirking at him. for the rest of the game and cool down, his teammates made comments about your pregnancy and how bokuto is trying to put as many babies into you as possible so that he can have his own team. all of this talk made bokuto even more possessive and primal. his need to breed you again was evident and his teammates talking about you looking good with a baby in you was making him frustrated and way too feral. after the game, bokuto (gently) dragged you out of the stadium to you and bokuto’s car in the parking lot. you could see in his eyes that he was extremely frustrated and needed to be in you as soon as possible.

“they were talking about how i could put my babies in you so that we can have a volleyball team and you just look so fucking good carrying our baby. please baby, please let me breed you again and again.” he whined out as he slipped his sweaty cock out of his shorts and began pushing up your dress. “gonna put another baby into you once this one is out and fuck you full of my cum until it takes.” you looked up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut as he pushed his fat cock into you. he was careful not to squish you or the baby but still pistoned his cock into your overly sensitive pussy as the car began to rock. his eyes were glued to your swollen breasts jiggling from the impact of his thrusts and brought his mouth to one of them and began sucking at it. “your tits are gonna be full with milk to feed our baby, fuck.” you always feel good around him but ever since you got pregnant, sex has been mindblowing. for some reason your walls feel more velvetier around his cock and your sensitivity has made it easier for you to come which results in you squeezing and sucking him in even more. almost like you’re begging for more of his cum.

“well it looks like bokuto is already trying to knock up y/n again. doesn’t he know that it doesn’t work that way and he’s gotta wait until after she gives birth?” atsumu laughs as him, meian, hinata, and sakusa walk past the car that is rocking back and forth erratically in the parking lot.

three months later, bokuto is beyond ecstatic when you give birth to twins. now he’s even closer to having his own team with his sweet little wife.

this was a lot longer than I intended it to be but I got carried away lol 😅

incognithot (aizawa x student! reader)

♥ pairing: aizawa x fem!reader

♥ wc: 1,448

♥ synopsis: You're Aizawa's problem student. During Halloween, you dress up in a costume that hides your identity and get fucked by him.

tw: teacher-student relationship, age gap, reader is 18, daddy kink, choking, unsafe sex, alcohol, dubious consent (alcohol involved), fingering

Just the thought of going out with your girls to celebrate Halloween and getting fucked by your teacher, Aizawa, in the restroom of some bar while you're wearing a costume and he's too drunk to notice it's you.

It's Halloween, and you use the occasion as a chance to dress up as a slut, of course, opting for a tight, black tube dress and high heels that are definitely brought together by the cheap cat ears you stole from your bestie and the shitty nose and whiskers your friend drew on you while half-drunk. You slap on a venetian-styled mask, hoping to maybe elevate your trashy couture a little bit. It doesn't, but it at least hides your identity pretty efficiently when aided by the mirage of night time.

He is the last person you expect to see in the bar, dressed up as Dracula too, and you're glad that your girlfriends aren't part of the hero course, because it would be pretty embarrassing to confess how horny you are for your teacher, and have been for a long time. Usually, you wouldn't even bother saying hi to him in public, already knowing that he would probably just choose to ignore you or just sigh at you for daring to bother him outside of class.

But tonight, you're brave, sexy and most of all, drunk as hell, so you don't think twice of approaching him and hitting him with some random joke about vampires, probably an awful one considering how unimpressed he looks, but it's enough to distract him from the group of people he was hanging out with. You are glad you don't recognize any of them, so you can embarrass yourself with a little bit more freedom. You expect him to sigh when he realizes who you are, maybe entertain your bullshit a little bit and then tell you to go do your homework, but he doesn't. You quickly realize why: He doesn't recognize you. Holy shit.

You don't quite remember what the hell you blab about, and he probably doesn't either, because he spends most of the conversation just looking you up and down, which makes you nervous, as it could either mean that, option A, he is starting to realize who you are, or option B, he is checking you out. You don't know which one makes you dizzier.

You get your answer when he wraps his arm around your waist at some point, pulling you closer, his intoxicating cologne now invading all your senses, as he pretends to laugh at some dumb joke you spouted. He is pretending to laugh. He is pretending, so he can get on your good side. So he can fuck you. It makes electricity go right into your clit, your pussy throbbing around nothing. You look up at him, starry-eyed, absolutely enamored with your handsome teacher, too drunk to realize what you're getting yourself into.

He whispers something in your ear, about wanting to get some privacy with you, talk more quietly. You agree enthusiastically, but are surprised when instead of leading you outside, he drags you into the restroom.

It happens.

Him pinning you against the wall and kissing you desperately, probably thinking you're just some hot slut he picked up at a bar rather than one of his students. You roll your eyes back at feeling of his tongue in your mouth, the taste of whiskey and nicotine quickly flooding your senses as you remember the fact that this is the same man who scolded you for smoking during breaks, who scrunched his nose and told you this was a disappointment coming from you. The same man who grabbed your wrist and made you drop the cigarette when you refused to do so.

The same strong hands now groping you desperately, slapping your ass and making it jiggle. You hug his neck with your arms, standing in your tippy toes as he has fun squeezing you, pinching you, abusing you as much as he wants, because in his mind, you're some whore who is going to let him do whatever he wants.

Him sliding a finger into you and loving the way you arch your back and moan at the intrusion, both in pain and pleasure, a smug smirk trailing on his lips as he sees you struggle to even take a mere finger. Making a nasty comment about how you feel like a virgin, about how he's going to wreck you and stretch you out real good, about how pretty sluts like you are begging for it. It makes your stomach flip, both from fear and arousal, as your mind struggles to process this side of him. You almost feel attacked at the rough treatment, wondering what you did to turn the barely interested man back in the bar into this mean, obscene version of himself, but then you realize it's because you look so fucking hot he can't stop himself. In his eyes, you're some dumb, young bitch he's going to use tonight.

He kisses your neck while he fingers your pussy, struggling to even get halfway in there, having to use the full strength of his arm to bury knuckle deep into you. Your eyes roll back into your head as your lips part open, breathless. He plants wet, sloppy kisses on your neck, and the prickling of his beard against his neck reminds you that you're being fingered by your goddamn teacher, who always refuses to give you the 10% in your final grade because of your "rebellious" behavior. You bite your lip, heart beating wildly, tangling your fingers in his long hair as he sucks a hickey into your throat, and wonder what the fuck is wrong with you.

You know he is very much drunk when he doesn't bother with protection, instead choosing to turn you around, pin you against the wall and bully his raw cock into your tight pussy. You want to object at this, but he slaps a hand on your mouth, and for the first time in the night, you feel a twinge of fear run down your spine. Would it be a bad time to make a joke about how you're disappointed in him? Before you can make the decision, you squeal at the sensation of his fat cock head stretching you painfully, bigger than anything you ever had before. He grunts, frustrated at the tight fit, as he forces the entirety of his thick cock inside you, inch by excruciating inch as you do your best to accommodate your dear teacher. You always imagined him to be big when he would star in your wet dreams, but you never imagined him to be this...overwhelming.

He fucks you slowly at first, enjoying the way your plump ass jiggles when he thrusts into you. You moan sweetly, hypnotized by the way the pain slowly becomes sticky pleasure, as you push your hips back, meeting his thrusts rhythmically, and you realize this is probably the first time you two have ever agreed on anything. He is always too busy scolding you for shit, acting like a disapproving dad. You giggle dumbly, as the words escape your lips before you can calculate them, "Nngh, harder, daddy."

Everything suddenly stops.

You blink, slightly sobered now, wondering if you freaked him out, or even worse, made him realize who you really are. What an unfortunate epiphany to have while being balls deep inside you. You slightly turn around, concerned, but a hand on your head forcefully pins you against the wall again.

Out of nowhere, he picks up the pace, it's brutal enough to make the cubicle shake. His hand viciously wraps around your throat, pressing down on your windpipe hard enough to take away any oxygen going into your lungs. Your eyes widen as he starts fucking you at a brutal pace, shifting your body so he can put your leg on his shoulder and fuck you even deeper. Your other leg dangles on the air, as he now effortlessly uses you as a little sex doll, and the mere thought of you is enough to push you into the hot, white edge. You moan a loud, obscene "Oh fuck, dadddyyyyyy~" as you cum, the waves of pleasure hitting you like a truck.

Your walls flutter and squeeze around his cock, pushing him into his own orgasm, as he finishes with a brutal thrust, and a broken grunt. You feel yourself being filled up your teacher's hot, warm cum, shot inside you one, two, three times, painting your insides white. You almost cum again at the exquisite feeling and the thought of being accidentally knocked up by Aizawa.

Drunk in the post-orgasm haze, and still as stupid as ever, you wonder if this will finally force him to give you that extra 10%.

devilish ; sukuna

starring . . . RYŌMEN SUKUNA

includes . . . true form sukuna, bottom! reader, size kink is heavily implied, mention of mirror sex, so much cum lmao, cum eating/sharing? lmk if i missed anything!

notes . . . rae @kagejima got me hooked on true form sukuna! and i cannot stop thinking abt her true form sukuna work like ON GOD she brought out the monster fucker in me 🤧 and yes the title is based on the chase atlantic song since idk what to title this sgsjdj

thinking about true form sukuna who flaunts the size difference between you two that even if you're big yourself or tall, he's certainly dwarfing you whenever he stood behind you — two sets of big muscular arms wrapping around your waist as he hugs you closer to him, feeling every hard ridge of his muscles as he chuckles whenever he thinks about how cute and tiny you are.

his hands are so huge that they can literally fit your whole head in them. he thinks it's adorable whenever you held hands as he can clearly see how small yours are, but he likes it, how his huge frame can protect you and keep you safe, can keep you warm on cold days.

sukuna especially loves it when those same huge hands of his are gripping your hips to help you bounce up and down his lap, watching you struggle to take in both of his equally massive cocks inside you at first with a smirk. training you every day to take him until you can fuck him so good that your cries of “too much! c-can't take it!” turns into, “s'good! feel so full, 'kuna.”

it's making your head spin every time you both fuck, sukuna in his true form is truly a glorious and sinful sight to behold. to tease you further, he'll even fuck you in front of a mirror just to let you see how good you're taking him, see how huge he was compared to your tiny body being fucked dumb.

and god, seeing his huge precum leak out of your pussy with every thrust of his hips and the delicious drag of his cock massaging your insides is so good you never want it to end. the sensation making you roll your eyes to the back of your head, mouth hanging open with your tongue sticking out.

in your state, sukuna takes it as an opportunity to absolutely ravage you and ruin you until no one can make you feel good but him — only craving him and his insanely towering frame and monster cocks.

when he cums, you swore you can taste it in your mouth. it's so thick and it's so much that you both won't finish without the two of you being covered in his sticky cum. he'd even lick some off you and kiss you messily, tongues clashing with the taste of the two of you lingering on both of your mouths.