For Our Little Writers' Art Trade...! Gyomei Has No Idea How Much His Small Fem!Reader Lover Enjoys Seeing

Imagine you go for a hike alone.

Male!Tentacle Monster x fem!human ~ Tentacles, triple pen, dubcon to consent, lots of cum, breeding, egg preg, tentacle bondage?

It's a cool summer evening and you decide to take a drive to a remote hiking trail in a valley to go get some exercise. You don your biker shorts so you're free of chub rub as well as a sports bra and a tank top before setting on your way, enjoying the breeze as it blows your hair around while you drive.

The small dirt lot where you park is completely empty, but you're pleased with that, it just meant you'd have the trail all to yourself and you wouldn't need to worry about anyone else.

And you were right, sorta.

Dusk begins to settle when you hear a small rustle in the woods to the side of the path. It's dense trees and hard to see, so you just chalk it up to small critters and keep going. Eventually you come to a small clearing on the trail and you elect to stop for a drink of water. You're lost in thought when something brushes against your bare calf. Before you can even finish looking down, something has grabbed you around the waist and begins to pull you back to the tree line.

You scream and fight, reaching at whatever is holding you, only to discover that instead of some crazy person, there's light purple tentacles around you. They have darker splotches, and seem to emit a dim glow. More appear from the darkness as you look around, and they all start to grab at your limbs, carrying you off into the darkness.

Shaking in fear, you're quickly completely restrained as you are drown closer to a large central mass that the tentacles are coming from. it's huge, dwarfing your structure easily and nearly as wide to boot.

"No.. no!" you yelp, as the warm 'arms' of this creature rip your clothes off and hold you suspended in the air. They start to wander over your body, some innocently exploring your face, and others...

Others are teasing at your nipples, beginning to tub at them and squeeze. another ventures across the curve of your ass, before gently poking at your asshole. You clench down in fear and it withdraws momentarily before sneaking higher and skirting over your pussy. Your legs shake as you try to close them, but the tentacles hold firm.

One of them goes for your mouth, but this one seems different than the others. Its tip is rounded and dark, as as it closes in you notice it seems to be oozing some sort of dark liquid. You try to fight it off, twisting your head side to side, but more tentacles hold you firm and it's not long before it forces its way into your mouth.

The liquid is sour at first, but as it begins to leak down your throat, you find it tastes... Sweeter and sweeter, until you shamefully start to suck at the tentacle cock it throat fucks you with. Soon you realize that the pointy ended tentacles have used your distraction to hone in on your vulnerable cunt, and they rub over your clit eagerly.

A larger one starts to enter your pussy hole, teasing and edging in, before another joins and together they start to thrust into you deeply. Filling you, but not enough to please the growing warmth in your belly. You squirm and move your hips, unable to deny how horny the actions of this monster make you.

You clench around them with a small orgasm that leaves you wanting more, but then a larger, much larger tentacle cock similar to the one slowly fucking your mouth appears between your thighs. Pre cum dribbles from its tip, and the two in your hole withdraw as it takes their place.

Muffled pleas for help are garbled on the cock in your mouth, and you moan pitifully as the huge tentacle cock begins to stretch your tiny cunt open. Tears leak from your eyes as the beast holds you still. Any attempts to free yourself are plainly futile.

The head pops in, making way for several inches of purple tentacle to follow, and your eyes are wide with horror as you watch them disappear inside you quickly. Your pussy clenches down as the sensation of being fucked open overwhelms you. You realize that the soaked tentacles which had prepared your cunt have now retreated to your only unoccupied hole.

They tease and push against you, teasing the waters as your mind is flooded by whatever it is in the cum of this monster that's making you feel so tingly and hot. When they realize you offer no true fight, they waste no time and the first one, still soaked by your cunt, spears into your tight little ass.

It burns briefly before the small tentacles on your nipples start to play with you even more intently, and your mind is sated by pleasure again. The other tentacle joins its friend in filling your ass, and you're so stuffed you can't believe your mind.

Moaning loudly, you roll your hips to meet its thrusts, soaking in the feeling of its warm precum squirting inside you before it suddenly pulls free, and you almost sob in dismay.

To your arousal stained horror, the tentacles in your ass also leave your body and the tentacle cock descends to your shuddering ass. Your legs are pulled up towards your ears, and spread as far apart as they can go as it nudges against your puckered hole. Your head shakes with renewed vigor, but nothing can stop the cock as it pushes into you.

It spreads you open in a way you didn't know possible, and your eyes are rolled so far into the back of your head you don't see the new cock coming for your pussy until it's already slipping it's fat head into your hole. You look and almost faint at the sight, it's got to be twice the size of the previous one.

The third tentacle cock fucks into you slowly, your hole straining against it but also sucking it back in whenever it pulls away. You're lost to the sensation of your little holes being stretched beyond what should be humanly possible when all three begin to speed up. Dimly you realize that the two cocks have made a notable bump in your squishy stomach. The sight makes you cum so hard you see stars.

It fucks you for what feels like hours, and you orgasm more than you can count. Eventually the monster lets out some sort of rumble that takes you from your fucked out state and brings you a small amount of awareness.

What you realize makes you squirm again, twisting against your living bonds. You want to beg, whether to be freed or for more you're not sure. Numerous lumps in the tentacle cocks in your pussy and ass seem to rush toward you, and you moan pitifully against the one in your mouth.

Eggs.

Thrusting faster as it cums, the three tentacles bury themselves as far inside you as possible. Hips bucking as you cum too, the one in your pussy seems to change in that instant, narrowing and sinking itself inside your cervix.

You scream around the one in your throat, blacking out momentarily but coming back to the feeling of the first egg as it strains against your pussy hole. The ones going to your ass get stuck too, but it's the one pushing against your cunt that pops in first. You shake and tremble as they force their way inside your little body, doing unknown things to your cervix and filling your womb.

Their transition to your body is made easier by the tentacle monsters cum as it floods into you as well. Warming you, relaxing you. The eggs softly plop together, rolling around in your womb and ass, making room for the ones that follow. This seems to go on forever, and you watch your belly stretch and expand, growing bigger and rounder as the eggs fill you beyond measure.

Even after the eggs run out, and your slightly bumpy belly blocks the view of the cocks in your body, they still thrust idly into you, random spurts of cum making your eyes roll back and your body tighten with another weak orgasm.

It continues forever, into darkness, where the only light is the stars above you and the glowing purple being that owns your body and soul.

You apparently doze, waking near morning. The cock in your throat, while eggless, still pumps cum directly into your stomach at seemingly random intervals.

Undoubtedly a nutrient source for the mother.

You.

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Part 2 here

☆ Gojo Satoru ☆

Subby Satoru begging you to let him cum

He couldn't wait to get home so...

Rubbing your pussy

☆ Toji Fushiguro ☆

Riding his fat cock

Just the tip

Making you cum with just his fingers

☆ Geto Suguru ☆

Backshots

He loves your trampstamp

A little spanking never hurt

☆ Choso Kamo ☆

Eats pussy like a champ

Jerking him off through his boxers

Subby choso playing with his nips

☆ Nanami Kento ☆

Fingering your pretty cunt

He makes you so wet

Early mornings w Nanami

The amount of porn I watched was astronomical 💀

Will I do it again?..... yes

FIVE! - C.K.

Synopsis. Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader 

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, unprotected, bréeding, Choso with rings + a tongue piercing, creampíe, mentioned kids, cúmplay, he goes feraI, oraI (fem receiving), Itadori family shenanigans (mild spoilers for unc-kuna), overstím, fíngering, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Will I ever write a Choso fic without the Itadori family? No absolutely not.

4:37PM.

“Ooo, Cho can we check that place out?”

And, listen, just because Choso would give you the moon right along with his heart doesn’t exactly mean he’s jumping with joy when he follows your gaze to that gaudy little shop tucked away in a corner of the mall. Flashing a loud, glittering sign reading, “FORTUNES: FIND YOUR FUTURE!”

Traitorous memories flash through his mind with each step you drag him closer. Of all those fortune shops he’d frequented years ago, trying to figure out whether you’d say yes to a date - before even thinking of actually asking you. 

He won’t ask anything, Choso reassures, stepping through the heady, curtained doorway. Probably not anything, he’s musing, pulling out his wallet to pay for your session. Well, maybe some things, he concludes, eyeing the sprightly old woman that takes a seat opposite you two, peering down at her dramatically large glass ball on the table. 

But that doesn’t mean he’ll-

“Babies.”

“Huh?”

“Yes.” the woman gives a solemn nod. “Five of them.”

Both of you let out a squawk of surprise, much to the amusement of the fortune teller. And Choso can feel his palms getting sweaty against your own as he manages to croak out a low, disbelieving, “Five?”

All but toppling out of his seat in suspense as she takes a moment to scrutinize her orb once more. And, surely glass balls can glitch, right? Mix up fortunes or something? Because while he knows you’ll be by his side in this life and every other one after - kids were a whole other responsibility that neither of you had talked about, yet.

At least, that’s what Choso was trying to convince himself right before the woman lets out a thoughtful hum, “Well, you-” pointing a wisened, accusing finger right in his flushed face. “-want more - about eight - but, of course, your future wife says no.” Gesturing to your giggling figure, “Honestly, young man, learn to keep it in your pants, the poor dear!”

Shit, he was going to run away, do something to end up on the national news - and judging by the way you squeeze his hand, you could tell, too. 

Subconsciously, Choso’s eyes scan the wall for any hidden cameras, wondering what type of strange prank this was. It had happened once four years ago - and just-so-happened to be what made him give up and finally ask you out - but, hey, it made for a pretty great first date story, right?

Finding none, he sighs, barely opening his mouth to ask before she plows on, “And of course there’s only so many your uncle can piggyback at once, right? No matter how much that grump says he doesn’t like it.”

Right.

Of course.

Oh god, he thinks he could faint. 

Choso doesn’t dare say anything for the rest of the session, nor does he look directly in your eyes. Save for that one time to admire your delighted laugh when the fortune teller prattles on about how your kids will “fight his needy self for your attention.”

Not until the two of you are stepping back out into the too-bright mall, your fingers intertwined with his, voice sweet in his ear as you continue with your forgotten mission to find the good brownie mix for the family dinner tonight. 

“Eyes like yours and hair like mine.” You sigh, repeating what you’d heard mere minutes ago. Hooking a finger subtly into his belt loop, smirking, “Sooo, five, huh? You’re this worked up over that?”

“N-no.” Choso replies hastily, but the heavy gulp he takes is a dead giveaway he can’t stop thinking about tiny combinations of the two of you running around. Face too-hot, hands jittery, brows furrowed as he decides for the second time in his life that, yeah he’s never stepping foot inside a fortune shop again. 

You notice - of course, you do. 

Especially when he pulls you into the nearest changing stall, knuckle-deep inside your drenched panties, rings cool against your cunt, lips kissing at your throat. Ignoring your teasing complaints about “getting late”, despite how you’re letting him have his way. 

He feels the vibration of your voice under his hot tongue, laughing - even when he gives your pretty clit a little pinch. “Five.”

And through it all, he can’t help but think - hypothetically, of course, that he hopes they all have your laugh.

---

7:16PM.

Honestly, the one thing that made the Itadori residence more of a home to Choso was having you there. Even when you’re standing with him outside the front door, letting out a sigh as you glare at your sad excuse for brownies.

“Ugh, Cho, we totally burnt them.” you grumble up at your boyfriend. “Your dad is gonna hate it and Sukuna’s gonna make fun of me and-”

“Sukuna can try.” Choso hits the doorbell once more, sure that the ruckus inside was too loud to even think over. “And he probably will.” Before turning back to your adorable pout, and ah he can’t stop himself from cupping your face, smoothing over that furrow in your brow. He leans in to give your lips a chaste peck, “But, he’s still gonna steal some. N’ dad’ll love it, and you already know gramps is gonna sneak in some even though his doctor told him not to.” He’s getting out through kisses, pulling your giggling face closer to his. “And we’ll be lucky to get any before Itadori inhales them.”

He ends his little speech with a slow, lingering kiss. Sliding his soft lips across your now much happier ones. Dancing a hand down to pull your hips closer, murmuring throatily, “N’ most of all, I’m gonna love ‘em, baby.”

You gasp at the feeling of his long fingers pressing just at the hem of your panties through your dress, “You’re- you’re too much.” You hiss, but it comes out more breathless than you intended. “But, the brownies really are-”

Slam!

“Yeah yeah, Jin, the brats are finally here, jus’ fucking on the porch!” 

If there’s anything Choso’s learned from all the times you’ve had dinner with his family, it’s that 1. Yes, the brownies - as burnt and questionable as they were - will always turn out to be a hit in the Itadori household. 2. You were really, really too perfect for your own good, even amidst the chaos. 

“Oh no, let me.” you flash Jin a beaming smile, taking over the well cleared-out plates to the kitchen. Only to be followed by an enthusiastic Yuji almost tripping over his own feet to help you out. 

“You got a good one there.” Choso snaps out of his soft stare to whirl around at where his grandpa was seated next to him. He tips his head over to where you were chattering animatedly with the younger boy taking your load of dishes. “Real lovely. Though, the desert I’m assuming you helped out with.”

Jin pipes up, “Bah! I thought that liquorice was great.”

“They were…brownies.” Face burning, he stammers, knowing full well that you were the one that forgot them in the oven. “And uh y-yeah, you got me…”

And, of course, because it’s a family dinner, Sukuna has to lean over to rile him up. Interjecting teasingly, “Then you best wife that cute lil’ thing up before those baking skills of yours make ‘em run off n’ find someone that can bake.” He smirks devilishly, eyes flitting to the view of the kitchen, “And…”

“And?”

“-is fuckin’ great with kids, too.”

Several things happen at once - the words are barely out of Sukuna’s mouth before he’s being swatted over the head. Hard. After all, being the nicer of the two doesn’t make Jin Itadori forget his roots as the older brother.

And Choso’s jaw is dropping into a soft oh! Not at the unusual display of strength, no, instead it was at the heavenly scene before him.

He swears, the lights grow just a bit brighter and the world becomes a little rosier at the sight of you teaching an eager Yuji the correct way to scrub strainers. Gently guiding the boy until that confused furrow between his brow disappears. “Yeah, just a bit more on the side and you’re done!”

He gives you a very soapy high-five, “You’re literally a lifesaver, Kugisaki was just making fun of me for this the other day.” Moving onto the rest of the workload, “‘Can’t do shit’ gonna show her, seriously. Thank you mom- uh-”

Yuji freezes. You freeze. And it seems that everyone in the world might’ve frozen, except for Sukuna who was still rubbing that bump on his head. 

And you, of course, promptly cutting off the flurry of apologies that looked like they were about to burst from Itadori’s lips. Smiling at the flustered boy softly, “Well…good job, Yuji.” you bump his hip. “And now onto the blender.”

“AW, MAN.”

Suddenly, everything was normal again. Except for Choso - definitely not Choso. 

Mom? 

So utterly, completely not Choso when everyone’s still talking downstairs, and he’s not. Making some cheap excuse about a ‘bathroom break’, which really didn’t explain why he covertly drags you behind him by the hand. All but shoving you into his childhood bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as he could without alerting anyone of your tryst. 

“Ch-Cho-” you squeal when he pushes you against the wall, dropping down to his knees with a fervor that makes you wince. But if it hurt, then Choso doesn’t show it - doesn’t show anything but pure need when he bunches your dress up at your waist. Soft tongue darting out to glide along your drenched slit, “What’s gotten- hngh- into you?”

The only response you get is a murmured growl of something you can’t bother deciphering. And he doesn’t give you any other, either - sluggishly nudging away your panties to admire your glistening cunt. 

So close. Just hovering over your puffy folds, smiling at the way they only get wetter at his hot breath, “Five.”

Too close. Glossy pink lips falling slack to wrap around your clit and-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Though, it was more of a bang. And an even louder voice from outside, “OI, you brats better be decent, gramps found some dusty old albums n’ wants you two down.”

---

9:02PM.

“Awww, this is from his first fight with Yuji- yes, Choso so what if I took a picture?” Jin excitedly points to a photo on the page, “Yuji was the one with a bruise, but Choso was the one bawling.”

You titter at the glossy picture, a confused-looking Yuji as a toddler, being smothered by his older brother in a hug - big, fat tears running down his pouty cheeks. Adorable. And somehow that encounter with the fortune teller today rings in your mind - wonder if your kids would have those same eyes?

“As cute as ever, huh?” your gaze dances across all the gems of childhood on the page. 

“Disagreed.” Sukuna leans over, no matter how much he’d like to pretend he wasn’t interested in these albums. “Look how attached the lil’ anklebiter used to be.” A painted nail pokes at one of Choso on his uncle’s shoulders, tiny fists happily gripping onto pink hair - much to his disgruntlement. “And then I look over at him now and-” He glances over at the man in question, very much unamused. “Well. That’s disappointing.”

Choso rolls his eyes, “What’s disappointing is how you’re this old but still can’t find a-” 

“Ooo look this is from when he’d run away during bath time!”

That album is snatched so fast out of Jin’s hands that you wonder whether it might just be your imagination. But you look over at a red-faced Choso, seeing him hold it way above your heads. Muttering out a hasty, “I think that’s enough photo time.”

Amidst the collective groans of disappointment - even Sukuna lets out a low huff, you hadn’t gotten to those ugly matching Halloween costume pictures yet - only Yuji speaks up, “Do you think I’d be like that, too?”

Sukuna scoffs, “What? An emo bastard? Might just work out for ya, kid, the dumbass look isn’t doing you any favors.”

Yuji juts his chin in indignance, “No- we already have Fushiguro for that.” Tilting his head over to the album still tight in Choso’s clutches. “Do you think your kids would like me? Would I be that cool favorite family member?”

“No way, brat. It’ll be me.”

Choso’s grandpa also chimes in as well, “Huh? No, I’d be the favorite.”

“Gramps-”

“Says who?”

“DISRESPECT TO YOUR ELDERS!”

“Hey!” Everything turns to Choso, startled at his sudden outburst. Tension crackling as he pokes a thumb at his chest, “I’d be their favorite. For all five of them.”

And you knew a fist or two to be thrown, hell, you half-expected the album to be used as some type of weapon. Because before you knew it, Sukuna was on Yuji, and both Yuji and Choso were on Sukuna. Falling to the floor in a tangled pile while his grandpa sat on the sidelines, chanting an elated, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Ah, it’s times like this that you wonder how Jin Itadori really had the patience. Because with all the grace that was lacking in the current scuffle on the living room floor, he claps his hands loudly. “Alright. Perhaps Choso’s right, that’s enough photo time for tonight.” He plucks the album out of a dazed Choso still gripping onto it, before moving to walk out. “And for the record-” Flashing you all a devious smile which suddenly had you remember that shit, him and Sukuna were twins, after all. “-I’d be the favorite.”

The arguments that followed were ones you had to record on your phone to giggle at later. And, yet, through it all, the only thing you could truly focus on were Choso’s words - all five of them.

Fuck. You were truly, irrevocably so fucked, and one sideglance at the pretty pink blush burning at the tips of Choso’s ears told you he wasn’t faring any better. 

You jolt when his hand wraps around your waist - nothing out of the ordinary - but what was was the way he strayed past their usual perch at your hip, trailing slightly above to just caress your stomach. Something so electric in those eyes when they catch yours briefly. 

All five of them, huh?

---

9:37PM. 

SLAM!

“Cho, why’d you-”

“Shut up.”

You don’t know what’s hitting you first - his lips crashing against yours, or the realization that this was Choso. Dark eyes half-lidded, skin burning, breaths heaving with the fervor he was drinking you in with. 

“What-” you yelp when he pulls away lazily to suck on your lower lip. “What got-” Only to come clashing back down again, drawing out all the air in your lungs as he blindly shoves the two of you against the nearest wall. “What got into you this- mmpf-” And again it’s like Choso didn’t want you to talk - could bare another word in your sweet voice for fear of poking some deep, visceral part of himself awake. 

This time, not even daring to break the kiss, he pants into your open mouth, “Shut up.” So bruisingly sloppy, “Please.”

And oh he was so very determined to have it that way, because all you can do is let out breathless gasps when his hands dance down your body. Handling you so rough with the way he snaps the neckline of your cute lil’ dress, kneading your breasts, your hips. Everywhere and anywhere he could reach until he makes his way down to cup your already-damp cunt through your panties. “-because tonight m’gonna have her talking.”

Choso pushes his hips against yours with a strained grunt. Lips curling into a sinful leer when all you can do is gasp at the outline of his thick erection through his pants. Grinding down onto his palm subconsciously, dragging your sloppy pussy. 

“Shit.” Choso immediately brings his hand up to admire - now all glistening with a sheen of your syrupy slick. Looking you right in your glassy eyes as he pops a wet finger into his mouth. His own rolling to the back of his head, “Oh shit.”

Oh, he was going to enjoy this. So very, very much.

“Turns out…” he trails off, cutting himself off by dropping to his knees. Hard. Large hands groping your ass closer to his greedy mouth, “-she says we got some unfinished business.”

You whine when Choso hooks an index underneath the mound of your drenched panties sliding it along your puffy folds. All the way up until he was nudging at your pretty clit, then down, down, down until you were just coating his fingers. 

“Ngh- Cho-” your knees weaken, when his hot breath hits your pussy. And he notices - of course he does. Circling his muscled arms around your legs to hold you up, “Oh my god s’too much.”

Too much? He’s barely even getting started. And he tells you that - slurs it between his sharp canines biting down on the thin fabric of your panties. He tugs with his teeth, “M’gonna- fuck you smell so heavenly- m’gonna ruin you.” 

You whimper in disbelief. Knowing he was too entranced with your cunt to tease you again, you mewl, “Wh-what’s got you this- fuck- worked up, Cho?”

The only response you get is a throaty growl - like the mere idea of the answer to that has Choso losing his sanity. 

And, honestly he feels like he’s lost it already. Instead, taking his time to watch the way your slick beads through the see-through fabric with each passing second. Breaths coming out in little puffs as he pulls your panties back every-so-slightly and-

“Fuck!”

And then he’s pulling - ripping your poor panties to shreds. Cock twitching wildly at the strings of slick connecting your pussy to the fabric. Mouthwatering. 

Your panties lay in tatters on the floor. The cold air hitting you right along with his steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Smearing it across your folds with his thumbs as Choso repeats a single, jagged whisper, “Five.”

But you barely even have the time to register his response before he’s diving nose-deep into your dripping cunt. You don’t even know if he took the time to breathe - hell, he was kissing your puffy folds like he didn’t need to breathe. 

“Shouldn’t have taken me to ngh- that fortune shop.” his lips mesh sloppily with yours. “Shouldn’t have gone to dinner, too.” Licking down your folds, the cold metal of his piercing making your head spin. “Fuckkk we shouldn’t have. Ohhh we shouldn’t have- ”

He can’t help but let out a guttural, fucked-out little grunt at the sight. Looking right up into your glassy eyes as the tip of his nose bumps against your throbbing clit. On purpose. 

You buck your hips deeper into his pretty face, mewling. “O-oh. Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” Letting him lick so filthily all over your clit - your folds - just barely dipping into your hole like he couldn’t decide. And it finally sets in that just maybe you weren’t getting off easy this time. “Five?”

And fuck you can feel the way Choso grins against your pussy, wrapping his now-glossy lips around your clit to suck so harshly.

“Mhmmm.” he moans, cheeks hollowing as he tugs on your poor, ravaged clit. Rolling his tongue - the ball of his piercing - right across the sensitive bud in just the way he knew you liked. “Shouldn’t have put those thoughts in my head, baby.”

Oh.

Oh, shit. Five. 

You definitely weren’t making it out alive today.

The same sentiment seems to ring in Choso’s pussydrunk head as he pulls away with a lewd squelch to grin up at you. So fucking pretty with his eyes miles away, hair messily framing his smudged eyeliner. Lips all puffy and glistening, your slick covering the lower half of his face, his chin - some even on his jaw like Choso was trying to get messy on purpose. “Ya finally got it, baby? I could feel her gettin’ wetter.”

You did. How could you not?

You jump when Choso reattaches his lips, this time bullying his tongue past your folds, into that first, feeble ring of resistance. Stretching out your sopping entrance on his tongue in persistent, rough pushes. “Seems she hngh- really likes the idea, hm? Of me breeding this lil’ cunt?” he moans, muffled with the way he was thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper with each second. Roaming for those cute sensitive spots he knew so well, “N’ who am I to say no to the fuck- mother of my kids?”

“There! Oh my god there-” you cry when his piercing just hits at your g-spot. “I-I thought you ngh- didn’t want kids, Cho–”

As if to prove you wrong, Choso’s only curling his tongue deeper into your walls. Squeezing past your walls to fuck you exactly the way he wanted to with his aching cock right now. Hitting that magic spot again and again and-

“Oh yeah? Seems-” Like he was fucking addicted, Choso surges forward again. And again. And again and again so deep that you could feel the curve of his chin, each and every movement of his jaw. “Seems the last five hours were a bit- eye-opening. Fuck- you’re squeezin’ me s’fucking- mmf- tight”

And it was true - your walls were milking Choso’s tongue so hard you half-lucidly wondered whether it didn’t hurt. Whether his tongue wasn’t cramping up at this point, lips aching. 

But if they did, then Choso acted the exact opposite. Nails leaving neat little patterns on the plush of your hips as he makes you ride his face harder. 

“Cho!” you buck your hips wildly when that wasn’t enough for your needy boyfriend either. Big, fat tears of overstimulation rising up to your eyes when he swipes his thumb across your pulsing clit. Rings cold against your cunt when he starts to draw urgent, messy little circles in time with his tongue.“Oh fuck-” 

“Five.” he’s spitting into your cunt when your thighs start trembling beside his head. Jaw sagging open so lewdly as he gets faster - sloppier. Fuck any rhythm or reason. “Five.” he moans, sounding as strained as you felt - as taut as a tightrope right now with each drag of your sloppy cunt over Choso’s ravenous mouth. Greedier - letting your slick run all the way down his wrist now with how messy he was getting. “Five.” he whispers, when you finally cum. 

And shit, you’re such a vision when you do. Tears springing to your eyes, fingers tightening on Choso’s hair. Letting out such cute sobs of his name, hips moving out of control all over his mouth while he still pulls and pushes his tongue into your gummy walls. Fucking you so obscenely through your high. 

“Yeah? You all done with the first one, baby?” he rasps, giving your sensitive cunt one, last peck at your delirious nod - and another extra, just to watch you squirm. “Then-” Choso does the same up your body, pressing his lips to your stomach, “-you can-” the valley of your breasts. “-take responsibility.”

That’s all it takes for Choso to easily throw you onto his sculpted shoulders like some ragdoll. Taking long, urgent steps towards the nearest flat surface - that just so happened to be your couch. 

“Cho- slow-” you squeal when he throws you onto the cushions. “-down.”

And he does anything but. Barely paying attention to your zipper when he pulls off whatever’s left of your dress, throwing it god-knows-where behind him. “I’ll buy you a new one when we go pregnancy shopping.”

Choso lets out a long, strained groan when he unbuckles your bra. “Gonna be so pretty as a mama.” Large, soft hands coming to knead and guide your pretty nipples into his mouth, “Gonna be- fuck- so pretty with these all full.” 

And you can only watch, jaw-dropped, as Choso sucks on your tits. Eyes rolling to the back of his head with how harsh he was - as if he was trying to get out milk. Needing to feel it - to taste it on his tongue. 

“And this- oh this-” A hand sneaks its way down to splay out over your stomach. Pressing down, hard. “So round and full with my kid.” He manages to grit out over the metal clinking of his belt, “They’ll look at you and all they’ll see is me.” He pauses, feeling something crinkle in his pocket - a shiny condom. One that Choso chucks along with your dress, “Fuck, they’ll see me. Know how I ruined you. Me me me me-”

Fuck- 

You’re so caught up in Choso’s sinful little mutters that you barely even noticed he’d pull down his pants - just enough for his rock-hard erection to spring free. And he looked so painfully hard, such an angry red at his weeping tip, leaking all the way down, down, down those prominent veins. 

Twitching upwards at the mere sound of your voice, “Why don’t you p-prove it then, Cho?”

You broke him. You were sure you broke him. 

The words have barely left your lips before Choso’s fist is squeezing at the drenched base of his cock. Angry. Desperate. 

All but cumming on the spot when he glides his fat head along your slit - letting your cunt drool all over him before-

“F-fuck-”

“Shhh baby, I know I know.” his mouth crashes against yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Sucking on your tongue while he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. Inch by fucking inch. And whatever’s remaining of Choso’s sanity knows he should slow down, let you breathe, maybe stretch you out more - but how could he when he physically can’t. “Fuck- too- too good. God, I have t-to do this more often.”

Your raw cunt too heavenly that he genuinely can’t stop his hips from splitting you apart deeper, from spreading your thrashing legs so far apart it burned.

From feeling the way you’re torn between taking more and flattening your feet to push away- Letting out a strangled groan, “No no no no no- don’t you take this pussy away. How else will I breed her?” He runs his delirious mouth, strong arms just dragging you across the couch back onto his mean cock. “Need this- need this so bad. Fuck-” Choso throws his head back as your cunt sucks up his leaky tip. “-oh god think m’gonna die if I don’t get to breed this pretty pussy. To give her my kid.”

Pushing in small, sharp jabs to bully himself inside, having your puffy folds bulge so obscenely around his cock. Quivering and struggling to take him all. Not even a quarter of the way in yet he was pushing in and out in and out in and-

“Oh- please-” you claw down his toned back, his waist, onto the biceps that were pushing your knees up for easier access, all the way until they were at your tits. Folding you into a tight mating press, “Cho–”

Ah, that little nickname always did things to him. And Choso nuzzles the crook of your neck gently - the exact opposite of his hips, leaving faint, dark streaks of eyeliner on your skin. “What is it? What do you hngh- want, baby? I’ll give ya anything.”

And maybe you were a mastermind. Maybe you were an idiot. Because you hum into his ear, sending goosebumps rising down your boyfriend’s spine, “Wan’ five of them.”

If you thought you broke him before then you fucking ruined him now.

Because in one, harsh thrust he’s bottoming out - feeling like he was pushing all the way into your lungs, your hazy brain. And the stretch - fuck. You could feel each and every dip and curve of Choso’s girth, thrumming against your plushy walls. Still pushing inside you despite bottoming out, stretching you out like such a slut. 

It was all Choso could do to echo, over and over like some type of mantra. “Finally- Five, huh? Five- Fuck!” Leaving little bruises on your thighs from spreading them apart so hard. “Gonna give you five- fuck- five.”

Each word was punctuated by a long, mean thrust, not daring to reel back until Choso could feel his fat head kiss your poor cervix, and his heavy balls smack against your ass. 

It was starting to take a toll on your ability to speak in coherent sentences - as expected, of course. 

“Oh- ngh- Cho, s’too deep. Too- ah-” you blubber tearily, heels digging into his shoulders. And he only fucks you harder into the couch. Bouncing you so rough on his swollen cock. 

“Too deep?” Choso mutters, sounding genuinely surprised. As if to confirm for himself, he trails up a hand to feel for where he knew he was leaving loving little marks on your cervix. Pressing down. “How are ya- hah- how are ya gonna let me breed this cute cunt if even this is too deep, huh?”

You don’t have the ability to answer even if you wanted to - because Choso starts to toy with your still-sensitive clit. Sending flashes of white-hot pleasure with each roll of his ringed thumb over it. Tiny, incessant circles.

He coos over your lewd ah! ah! ah! “Awww. My baby can’t s-speak anymore?”. The curve of his dick fucking you so dumb, massaging your tight walls, hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. “S’alright, jus’ let me hah- take care of it, okay? Jus’ let me paint this oh- heavenly pussy white.” Choso’s knees dig into the cushion as he angles his hips ever-so-slightly to hit that one-

“Fuck! Oh fuck- Cho–”

Found it.

“C’mon, baby.” Choso moans into the valley of your breasts, hips out of control now. Free hand coming up to squish your cheeks together, forcing you to peer into his dark gaze. “L-look at me. Fuck- look at the future father to your kids.”

All while his thick tip hit your g-spot over and over and- 

And oh how he loved how fucked-out you looked already. Capable of only giving him bleary, cockdrunk heart-eyes as he milks himself on your sloppy cunt. He couldn’t think straight - doesn’t think he’s been able to since five hours ago. 

Since he’s been wrecked with thoughts of how he’d do their hair and you’d pick them up from school. And how Yuji would be the best uncle and- Fuck, how he wanted those five kids with you - maybe even more- 

“More?” you gasp. And Choso lets out a guttural groan when you clench so sinfully around him in surprise. Fucking you so filthy, “M-more kids?”

Choso only drawls out a low, “Mhmmmm.” Pinching your clit faster between two fingers to shut up those cute whines because shit- he could cum from just how tight you were squeezing him. But refuses to before the mother of his kids. “Ya don’ ngh- wan’ me to? Don’ want me to fuck a baby into you?” 

You’re crying out harder when he speeds up. Rocking your sloppy cunt so harshly, making sure your poor pussy will remember him for a long, long time. Just trying - needing - to make himself cum. To fill you up with his seed till you can’t take it anymore. “I- ngh- do!”

And it takes everything in Choso to pull away from your ravaged tits, connecting his sweaty forehead with yours. Whispering, “How many?”

“As- fuck-”

“Mhm?”

“As many as you want- hngh-”

That’s all it takes for Choso’s body to bow, teeth digging in right above that rapid pulse on your neck so hard you wondered whether it drew blood. Hips stuttering, giving your sensitive spot one last, harsh kiss.

This time, when you cum you see white flashes behind your eyes - or maybe that was just Choso. Because the sight of you falling apart on his dick was all it takes for him to as well. Hard. Almost painfully so. 

Eyeliner running down his cheeks now with each thick, hot rope of seed he was filling your snug cunt up with. Those cushions below the two of you the last thing on his mind right now as he holds your trembling hips still, fucking his cum deeper and deeper.

The hand on your stomach pushes down, watching awe-struck at how your bloated cunt just coats him in cum. Dribbling down the side of your puffy folds, forming a creamy ring at his base.

“Oh!“ your jaw falls slack at how animalistic it felt. At how slutty your overfilled pussy felt, drooling all down your legs - and his. Onto Choso’s painfully squeezing balls as he fucks you like an animal. Again. And again and-

Again. He was speeding his hips up again. 

Then it’s like something snaps - Choso’s restraint, your sanity, and the couch. Fuck, his hips were so harsh that the couch was sagging entirely too much on your end.

This time, wrangling your legs around Choso’s waist, lifting your limp body up into Choso’s arms before you can react - squirming at the way he still doesn’t bother to pull out. Letting your cum gush all the way down his still-hard dick. 

Hands spreading your puffy folds apart, making such a mess of cum down below as he drags himself across your walls. Like he was marking you from the inside out - and he was.

“Didn’t think we were ngh- done, did you?” Choso’s lips graze your swollen ones. “After all, I did promise five.” Softly pooling a stray tear onto his tongue, piercing burning into your heated skin. “N’ we gotta practice for that, too, right?”

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“The photo albums, really? Honestly, dad, you might as well have just gone and just outright told them.”

The older man only waves a hand dismissively, turning back to his favorite late-night show, “I’m not getting any younger here. N’ I’d like to see some grandkids before I see the pearly gates.”

Jin only sighs, but doesn’t disagree - after all, he couldn’t deny his father what he himself has been dreaming about ever since Choso finally plucked up the courage to actually ask you out. Yet he persists, “But honestly, Sukuna - you were teasing him a bit too much.”

Sukuna grunts, “Teasing? What teasing?” Crossing two big arms across his chest, “From the way they ran outta here, I suspect he should be thanking me.”

“Well, the true MVP - as the kids say - is this one-” Grandpa Itadori points at a rather oblivious Yuji. ‘Real nice improv to the plan, kid.“

Who only shakes his head before looking around the room for any answers, “Huh, wait. What plan? Did I miss some plan?”

“Ahem- no. Nothing.” Jin coughs, swiftly moving along the conversation above Yuji’s confused protests about what secret plan there was and why. “But, really, it should be that fortune teller you hired, Sukuna. Bit over-the-top honestly, but Choso was telling me all about her and you must’ve gotten a real convincing actress.”

Rolling his eyes, “Huh, I didn’t hire her, I thought that was the ol’ man’s work?”

“Now why would I go looking for actresses, my wife would just haunt me from the grave.”

The silence that follows is a heavy one as it slowly dawns upon everyone in the room - except for a still-floundering Yuji - that this was in no way a creative improvisation to the aforementioned plan. Not at all, really.

Oh. 

Wow. Five…really?!

“GUYS WHAT WAS THE PLAN?”

A/N. This got wayyyyyy longer than I expected lmao.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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5 years.

Genre: fluff with an angsty beginning.

Estimated chapters/parts: 1 main + 2 bonus parts, potential spin-off and bonus chapters if you guys want more of this AU!

Part 1: 5 Years

Part 2(bonus): The Lost Polaroid

Part 3: The first date

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Bakugou Katsuki’s daily shenanigans!

2 seasons - Completed!

Genre: Comedy, Slice of Life, Eventual Romance

Summary: When Katsuki's old assistant goes on a parental leave he's already heartbroken but it only gets worse when he sees who the new one is. You are a fucking menace and he would rather die than to work with you.

Long story short, Katsuki falls in love with the "most annoying person the world has ever seen."

Chapters: 16 chapters (18 parts) for Season One, 17 chapters + 2 bonus chapters (20 parts) for Season 2!

Other background relationships: Midoriya Izuku x

Shouto Todoroki, Kaminari Denki x Kyouka Jirou

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The First and the Last.

Genre: Fluff and angst, exes to lovers

Estimated chapters: No idea yet 🤷‍♀️

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ZER0. (On hiatus)

Genre: Angst, fluff (with happy ending!)

Estimated chapters: Around 10 chapters

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Chapter 1: Off With The Head!

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Todoroki Shouto’s Journey to Self-Love

Genre: Fluff, angst

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Deal, you Brat!

Genre: Fluff, romantic comedy, mature themes

This story is finished!

Chapter 1: A deal with the sensei!

Chapter 2: This is not a date! … or is it?!

Chapter 3: It’s just a family dinner.

Chapter 4: I miss you.

Chapter 5: Long time no see, sensei!

Chapter 6: Let’s enjoy the beach, sensei!

Chapter 7: Perfect

Chapter 8: Aizawa’s “present”.

Chapter 9: I could get used to this.

Chapter 10: The End and the Beginning.

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My weird roommate, Midoriya Izuku!

Alternative title: Midoriya Izuku’s weekly shenanigans

Genre: Slice of Life, Comedy, Fluff

Estimated Chapters: 10 to 20? 30? Over 9000? Wait, wrong anime.

Week 0: Just go with the flow!

Week 0.5: Let’s get settled! 📦

Week 1: The Art of All Might 🎨

Week 2: Garden Shenanigans 🪴

Week 3 Part 1: Reality Check.

Week 3 Part 2: Meet the Gang!

Week 4 Part 1: Deku’s Daycare! 🍼

Week 4 Part 2: The Hero Con! 👾

Week 5: Mama Midoriya! 🥦

Week 6 Part 1: Sorry/Welcome to the Shouto Bus! 🚌

Week 6 Part 2: Bring it on! 🔥🪵🍻

Week 6 Part 3: Drunk shenanigans! 🏕️

Week 6 Part 4: A little accident.

Week 7: It’s just a cold, Izu!

Week 8: Wonderland ✨

Week 9: Awkward.

Week 10: Now or Never

Season 2

Chapter 0: Midoriya Izuku tells the truth!

Chapter 1: Slow and Steady

Chapter 2: We should do this more often.

Chapter 3: A not-so-secret admirer.

Chapter 4: The calm before the storm.

Chapter 5: Never Enough

Chapter 6: The man in Inko’s house.

Chapter 7: The truth about pro hero Deku

Chapter 8: Fooling around with pro hero Deku?!

Chapter 9: Surprise!

Chapter 10 (1/2): Kirishima’s “roomies forever” party

Chapter 10 (2/2): Kirishima’s “roomies forever” party

Chapter 11: The falling of the Number One

Chapter 12: The boys who went through hell

Chapter 13: Walking in circles

Chapter 14: That’s what friends are for

Chapter 15: The secret of Br0cc0liBoi

Chapter 16: A deep conversation.

Chapter 17: Drama in the air! ✈️

Chapter 18: What’s on Izuku’s mind?

Chapter 19: Cards against humanity.

Chapter 20: Can I show you how much I love you? (18+)

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Kirishima Eijirou’s Daily shenanigans!

Genre: Slice of life, comedy, fluff

Estimated chapters: Aiming for 10 so it will probably be 15+ 😂

Chapter 1: A wild Red Riot appears!

Chapter 2: Smile for me, Red.

Chapter 3: A wild Mama Bakugou appears!

Chapter 4: Don’t mess with the red haired barista!

Chapter 5: Is this a date?!

Chapter 6: Crimson Riot?!

Chapter 7: Something’s wrong with the puppy.

Holiday related one shots:

2023 XMAS special (Deku x Reader)

2023 New Year’s special (Deku x Reader)

Cockwarming Giyuu

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cw: fluff; Gn!reader; not much else reader just sits on his lap baking Giyuu’s baguette inside them | ू•ૅω•́)ᵎᵎᵎ

Giyuu had come back from a mission, his entire body sore and feeling exhausted from the travel, staking out the demon and the fight itself. Finally being able to come back home and see you waiting for him released some of the tension from his shoulders but the bruises and overworked muscles continued to throb in pain.

Entering his home, you were already on top of him. Your arms slung around his neck and your lips already fluttering kisses all across his face. A big smile adorning your face as you told him how much you missed him. His hands heavy on your waist, holding you close to him but his knuckles no longer wanting to curl. Sore from how tightly he held his sword in battle. Your hand sliding down to hold his, guiding him to your shared bedroom where a fluffy futon was already waiting.

Now sitting on his lap, you grind yourself against him, your hands trailing down his sore back and across his biceps. Pressing down firmly to massage the aching muscles. He groans out that he’s too tired, his muscles too sore to be doing this with you, even though he really wishes he could. Your puffy lips trailing down his jaw and down his neck, whispering between each kiss, “It’s okay, just relax. I just want to feel you. Missed you so much.”

Your hands slowly sliding down his chest until you reached his belt. The metal softly clinking as you undid it with nimble fingers. The white belt hanging loosely in its loops as you unzipped his pants. Fingernails dragging across his underwear and stroking his growing hard on. Giyuu shudders beneath you, breath hitched as your warm palm cupped him and your lips continued to press against his neck.

Taking him out of his underwear and slowly pushing him inside of you, a whine escaping your lips as you felt the familiar stretch. A ragged breath leaving Giyuu as he held you closer to him. Nearly holding his breath as he waited in anticipation for your hips to start moving, for you to start gently bouncing on his lap.

Peering into your eyes, “Why aren’t you moving?” He asks timidly.

“Told you,” you whimper out, “I just wanna feel you.” Smiling as you place your hand on his cheek to bring him in for a kiss. Giyuu groans, placing his hand as the base of your head to deepen the kiss.

“You’re just going to sit on my lap, with my dick inside you?” He struggles out, already whimpering and panting at just the feeling of your warm walls hugging him tightly. “Mhmm” you nod, legs and arms wrapping around him tighter with your face buried in his neck.

Giyuu felt his face burning, prominent blush on his cheeks and tips of his ears. Hands shaking as he held onto your form, trying to keep himself as composed as possible. He really, really missed you. He had been starved of you from his mission, even your scent alone drove him crazy. Now your sat on his lap, barely moving as you just keep him buried deep inside you. Being able to feel even the slightest of movement from you; from adjusting yourself on his lap or your walls giving little squeezes here and there — each time sending a shiver up his spine. Giyuu could hear his heart pounding in his chest, his breath long and heavy with his nose buried in your neck and hair, taking in your scent. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he used every fiber in his being to stop his hips from bucking upwards. His dick twitching inside you, feeling so warm, nearly hot, aching for release but still wanting to bask in the moment.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy…” he whispers into your neck.

Okay hear me out… jjk men holding you?

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R - requests \ audio~visuals

18+ FICS

foxtrot: 1 popcorn 2 double trouble

relevé 2.4k : megumi's chapter of lucid, a dark kinktober fic featuring a succubus reader and jjk men

OUIJA 10k : meeting a spirit of lust! you have to do what the spirit says to keep it happy- but at what point do you start enjoying yourselves?

she always smiled and spouted pretty ideals 14.5k : meeting him at work! starting your new job as a jujutsu sorcerer, megumi slowly opens up to you

bonus chapters 9.3k : life as megumi's gf

emoji event

hyrbrid fics : short story m.list for all bunnies, kittens and puppies! 🐾

sfw | ↓ 1k |

¹ rainy day ² dancing ³ magic ⁴ concert ⁵ soothing ⁶ date; live music ⁷ 22/12 ⁸ good girl ⁹ ice cream 🐾 ¹⁰ star signs ¹¹ cagey

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¹ first ² the beach episode ³ dress up ⁴ study date ⁵ coffee snob ⁶ caught ⁷ arcade ⁸ confused ⁹ audio ¹⁰ fallen angel ¹¹ megumi's girl ft. satoru ¹² not there ¹³ pillow princess ¹⁴ waste ¹⁵ his bunny ft. yuji R 🐾 ¹⁶ just ask ¹⁷ riding him ¹⁸ keep riding me ¹⁹ their bunny ft. yuji R 🐾 ²⁰ tired ²¹ always ²² do it quick ²³ naughty bunny R 🐾 ²⁴ his dirty puppy R 🐾 ²⁵ strict owner R 🐾 ²⁶ ab riding ²⁷ ab kissing/marking R ²⁸ needy step bro ²⁹ interview ³⁰ whipped! ³¹ sleeping beauty R ³² morning, bunny 🐾 ³³ relax R

thoughts 💬

not tonight training band practice emo step bro put it in talk to me nice 🐾

what should i write for megumi next?

sfw / suggestive prompts:

1 he gets frustrated with your bad driving 2 he overheard your fuck, marry, kill conversation w nobara R 3 his eyes all over you at the amusement park R

smut prompts:

4 he's obsessed with your voice 5 he's preparing for an interview, getting stressed, you need to help/distract him 6 distressed in the rain [+ angst] 7 tongue piercing R 8 tutor -> lovers 9 his hypersexual roommate gets caught R 10 concert pt.ii

kinky prompts:

11 sweet boyfriends ft. yuji, both aged up R 12 periods; megumi's thoughts R 13 bondage: second time 14 public thigh riding R

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satoru’s punishments 🎀🎶

gojo satoru who focuses his infinity around his already-meaty cock so you’re unable to sink that pretty pussy down on him.

satoru is naturally one to discipline, considering his profession as a teacher. he knows clearly what’s right from wrong, and won’t let you off the hook as if you’re one of his students. you think it’s unfair, but if you were to think that gojo satoru cares about what you thought, you’d be called dumb.

your soppy cunt prods against his protected hip, urging your body lower to sheath the fat girth inside, but to no avail.

“satoru,” you mewl, “i said ‘m sorry. really r-really sorry.”

“hm.” he shrugs, one hand cupping your soft butt, and the other around the edge of your waist. his fake efforts to help you when he’s the one preventing you from pleasure is ironic, and it makes you an unspoken amount of angry.

but your anger is overwhelmed by your carnal desires from the sight of him alone, and the only thing floating through your pretty little mind is to get this cock in you.

“please— let me—“

“no.”

he glides your slick cunt across the faux protection, grinding you down so harshly, spreading your sensitive lips and pressing against your clit so harshly it almost hurts. “y’don’t deserve it, you brat.”

“i d— i do, satoru. d-don’t say that !”

he can’t deny how your sweet little mewls and begs for cock get him uncomfortably hard, wanting nothing more than to feel your chubby walls flesh to flesh with his cock. but he knows you’ll never learn, knows that you’ll be just as bad if he lets you off. even if it’s just this once.

“satoru—“

his wet cock slips from under you, falling against his pelvis and plapping against his tummy. you take the chance to lower yourself, rubbing your sore cunt on the smooth length of his cock.

you rock your hips ever so gently, grinding down on visible, but untouchable veins decorating his gorgeous cock. you’re eager to get your cunt off, but ensure your boyfriend doesn’t grow any angrier.

gojo undeniably grinds up just as desperately against your cunt, listening to the tuneful melody your sweet pussy plays for him. short pants leave his dewy lips, holding your chubby hips down firmly and setting his own pace. “shit. brat.”

he loves the look of panic in your eyes when his hips come to a slow, and soon to a stop, as your crying clit tingles from everything that’s led up to this moment.

but—

“did i say you could do that ?”

your movements come to an abrupt stop when his hands splay across your hot thighs, holding you down tight against his pelvis.

“b-but, you were also grindin—“

“yeah, i was. did i say you could ?” he spits, voice laced with poisonous venom that silences you immediately. his eyes are intimidating, not an ounce of forgiveness or pity lays within them.

“not good. what to do with you ?”

he tugs you off his hip, switching your position so that you’re soon under him.

and for the first time, his bare cock slaps against your puffy lips, and nudges at your raw clit. you moan with inexpectance, the mere feel of his cock slapping against your raw cunt nearly has you cumming.

“s a shame y’don’t know how to act right. c’mere.” he motions, pressing down on your shivering shoulder, “come ‘n suck your cock rights back.”

Hello! How are you? I hope things are getting better for you, at least a little bit. Is it okay if I can get Aizawa with a student reader who holds their breath when they cry? It’s a habit that I’ve had since I was little and I have no idea why. You can choose whether it’s a scenario or headcannons, I don’t mind at all! Thank you so much! Remember to take care of yourself xoxo

Watery Breaths - Aizawa

A/N: Hi! I’m doing alright. I think I’ve pushed myself a bit too far the past few weeks and am now suffering the consequences, but that’s alright. I hope you’re doing well! Take care of yourself as well! And for the sake of this fic, UA had the dorms before Bakugou was kidnapped. Sorry this is so rushed, it’s been a rough day <3

It first happened when Aizawa was sent to the hospital after the USJ attack. Much like his other students, you stood by his bedside when he was well enough to have company. Several of his students were crying, mostly tears of joy, but none of them held their breath like he thought you were doing. He didn’t think much of it though

The next time it happened was when Bakugou was kidnapped. You were there to watch him be taken away from you, and you did nothing about it. Or, at least that’s what you were telling yourself. Except you didn’t start crying until Aizawa placed a hand on your shoulder to lead you back to safety. You immediately began to sob as he gently pulled you away from where you last saw your best friend.

Not much later you had stopped making sounds, but AIzawa could feel how hard you tried not to cry. You had momentarily stopped breathing. He thought it was because of the intense scent of smoke surrounding the camp so he didn’t say anything until he got you and the remaining students back to UA where you’d be safe and sound.

You didn’t sleep that night. In fact, you didn’t even go to bed. When you returned to UA you settled into the corner of one of the couches, curling into a ball and burying your face into your knees as you began to cry again. You were left alone as your classmates dealt with this trauma in their own ways. Some went to wash away the day in an extremely long shower while others returned to their rooms to be alone.

You were still crying when Aizawa returned to the dorms late into the night. He was startled to still see you in the same place he had left you. Slowly, he lowered himself beside you as he pondered how to comfort you. That’s when he noticed your strained sobs again. It sounded almost as you were holding your breath.

“Y/N,” he said gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Take a deep breath. I’ll do it with you.” Aizawa inhaled deeply, encouraging you to do so as well. You nodded, drawing in a shaky breath and then exhaling it, breath quivering. But then you held your breath again.

Aizawa was unsure why you kept holding your breath. You couldn’t be embarrassed, he’s seen you aggressively burst into tears over the ending of a TV show you were finishing late one night in the common room. You weren’t afraid to cry in front of your homeroom teacher. So why are you sounding so strained now?

“Honey,” he cooed softly. “Keep breathing. Stop holding your breath.”

“I’m sorry,” you choked out as you took another shaky breath. “It’s a habit I’ve had ever since I was little. I always hold my breath when I cry.”

Aizawa smiled slightly as he ruffled your hair gently. “Well, stop it. You’re going to make yourself light headed.” He then proceeded to lead you through a few breathing exercises to calm you down. He made sure you were alright before escorting you up to your room to turn in for the night.

Now that he knows that you force yourself to stop breathing everytime you cry, Aizawa’s got more breathing exercises on hand to help you breath again. All you have to do is find him :)