I Don’t Care What Anyone Says, Omegaverse Is Hot.

I missed drawing Mirko! 🐰💜

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride

credits to: @kimiimaus

GOOD GODD

#bringbackhooderen

THAT'LL MAKE YA PUSSY THROB

"You won't." You hiss, his garnet eyes flare before narrowing, calloused hands grabbing onto you roughly, turning you around and bending you over so that your face is stuck in the linens and furs.

"You think I won't fuck you? That I won't put you in your place?" The Dragon King grinds into you, cock hard against the swell of your ass before it's over your thinly clothed cunt.

"Think I won't fuck you stupid, remind you of your portion that you're beneath me. Until tears are in your eyes and you're begging for more? So when I'm done you can pout, act all submissive and demure with my seed leaking down your thighs?"

He's growling in your ears, can hear the sticky sounds of your cunt from his rough pawing and grinding. Grabbing at your throat to squeeze until your own hiss turns into a whine before he's gripping your jaw too tightly. His free hand slips between your bodies so he can rub tight circles around your clit but never touching the needy nub on purpose, listening to you whine and gasp. Your hips bucking against him.

"You're right, I won't." Scowl to his face as he makes sure you hold his gaze, "Because that's exactly what you want isn't it? Roughed up a bit by the king cause you're too proud to beg for this cock huh? But here's the thing princess. I can go a lot longer without relief than you can. I can wait you and your shitty, bratty attitude out. I can wait until you're begging me to stuff that tight cunt full and fuck you until my seed takes."

when will a man bend down to my height and be like “yeah, baby?”

how do you think jock yuuji would react to you asking to try anal for the first time. i think he would just stop existing, like no blood pulse, breathing movements, thoughts, nothing just stop existing and once it hits him of what you asked he losing it like a feral beast 

࣪𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #12. experiments.

about. with her permission, our jock boyfriend tries something new with his sweet, shy little girlfriend and as it turns out… she may be more into it than he is. m.list ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! smut, nsfw, characters aged up to 20s, oral sex (f!receiving), anal sex ( fingering ), consent checks, slight aftercare and pillow talk, weird / fem!reader, jock bf!yuuji.

i like to think that jock bf yuuji has all these things he wants to try with you but is too shy to ask because he doesn’t want to pressure you at all. he knows that you’re inexperienced and like certain kinks or positions can be daunting to someone who hasn’t really experienced sex yet.

often times, when you chat about it — yuuji lets you take the lead and asks you to let him know what you want above all else. he wants to know how to best please his shy baby. so i guess when you ask him to try anal, a little hesitant and sheepish, your big pretty eyes avoiding his gaze … he does absolutely lose his mind.

like, itadori’s throat runs dry and his eyes nearly disappear into his skull at the weak whimper of his name you let out. he feels himself tenting in his pants and you’ve not even touched him. not even done anything :( he feels a little guilty for wanting to corrupt you like this.

“are you sure?” he asks, trying to calm his heart down.

“i mean… yeah? u-unless you don’t want to? i mean! it seems like something most guys are into so—“

yuuji stops you in your tracks, grabbing your hands firmly. “i want you to want to do it. not because you think i’ll like it, and god knows i will, but because it’s something you think you might enjoy.” he tells you softly, tender honey brown eyes melting you on the spot. “you got that baby?”

“got it…” and it’s the way you so submissively agree, putty in the hands of a jock you still think is way too out of your league. he’s so good to you, he dominates and controls where you’re unsure and you trust yuuji, which is exactly why you let him fold you over the edge of his bed a few weeks later.

you’d set a date for the special night, where yuuji would spend hours between your legs with his mouth on your cunt and thumb slowly circling the rim of your pert ass to ease you open for him. there’s a new type of lust in the air, copious amounts of lube and being stimulated in more than one place is way too much for a sweet thing like you, eyes all teary as your boyfriend slowly pushes past the tight ring of flesh once you cum on his tongue for the nth time that night.

“colour, sweet girl?”

“g-green…”

smiling at your hiccuping and sniffing, itadori presses a kiss to your slick shined inner thighs then over your clit and the spasming entrance to your pussy while his thumb languidly strokes your asshole. “mmm, thank you for telling me baby. god just… look at you. s’pretty when you suck me in,” itadori coos proudly, licking up your wet thigh, moaning at the taste of you. he really can’t help it, spitting between your ass cheeks and watching the gooey, frothy mix of your arousal and his salvia slide over your tiny hole. it adds ease to his fingers that push their way inside, guides them into a gentle tide of thrusts as he finger fucks your ass open. “don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock today, s’too tight. fuck…look at that.” he laughs, scissoring his fingers to admire the clear strings that web between them. can i add another finger?”

“yuuji,” you wail his name like it’s the lyrics in an angels song, sweaty back arching off the bed while your eyes screw shut, struggling to stay on him. “please…please…”

“i know, i know. it’s too much,” he curls his fingers between baited breaths and sinful sighs — listening to the sticky, sloppy sound your ass makes as he presses deeper into its warmth with skilled fingers. you sob when your boyfriend adds another, that’s one…two…three now? you’ve never felt so full, a different kind of pleasure buzzing below your pelvis. it’s all so new and all so invigorating. “wanna make you cum again, feel this cute hole squeeze around me. so…so tight.”

there’s an orgasm building up in the base of your tummy, familiar ropes of ecstasy twisting and turning your organs into knots but… it’s still not enough. still just out of reach and frustrated, pleasure filled tears begin to burn at your waterline. “don’t think…i can cum like this yuu, need — need more…”

“more? you’re so greedy, honey,” he’s a little mean for teasing, but itadori descends on your quivering cunt once more — mouth enveloping the entirety of your weepy slit as his fingers pick up momentum, thrusting in and out of your ass as much as he thinks you can take. the pink haired jock drags his tongue slowly between your puffy, glistening folds — hardly wasting a drop of anything that you leak. he holds it in place over your throbbing clit, wriggling the tip against the swollen pleasure nub until you’re practically thrashing beneath him. “wanna taste you on my tongue, how ‘bout that? you can do it, honey, i gotcha,” he slurs against your sex ravenously.

“oh i think — !” the increasing pitch to your moans tells yuuji all that he knows, you’re so close, it’s evident in the way your hips buck upwards and chase the warmth of his saliva coated tongue, his fingers pumping in and out of you feverishly, chasing your high. “think ‘m gonna cum…yuuji. feels funny…”

it’s almost as if heaven and hell have found a way to collide and an earth shattering high is about to become your middle ground. yuuji watches with earnest brown eyes and knitted brows as you fall apart on his mouth and fingers, convulsing and gasping for air with each calculated touch.

“you’re cumming. c’mon baby, c’mon. give it to me, angel. cover me in it, lemme taste you. let me taste you.” goading, yuuji drowns himself in your pussy, nose nudging at the hood of your clit, while he curls his fingers in your ass again — earning a cry of pleasure from you.

everything burns, your eyes from the tears, your cunt from the overstimulation and your ass from the stretch of yuuji’s three thick and rough fingers inside of your unexplored hole.

all it takes is the he more brush of yuuji’s fingertips along your walls, one more nasty kiss to your precious arousal pearling clit and one more beefy cry of satisfaction from your lover between your shaky legs to send you hurtling over the edge. you’re sure it’s the hardest you’ve ever cum to date, each orgasm with yuuji stronger and more intense than the last. your whole body succumbs to his rein, loses the war against his sinful ministrations and you squirt.

clear, heavy streams like a tsunami of ecstasy. you gush so hard that yuuji is forced to back up and regain his breath — his cheek bones and nose and chin doused in whatever your sluice sex has to offer him. he could die right now and leave this earth without a single regret, appeased by the heavenly flavour of your orgasm on his tongue once more.

rough hands palm at your wobbling thighs and soaked ass as you come back down to earth, blinking away the white flashes behind your eyes and shaking the static from your ears. itadori’s right there with you, ready to pounce with praises and love and adoration for his sweet girl. who gave him all of this mess from a few fingers in her ass and a tongue tacked to her clit.

“‘m sorry you didn’t get to put it in,” you whimper as he withdraws from both of your leaky holes, shakily reaching out for kisses and comfort from your athletic boyfriend. “or that i couldn’t cum from it…”

the smile that yuuji gives you is radiant and golden, so full of love. “are you kidding? baby, all i want to do is make you feel good. if you need me to eat you out to get you there, who am i to say no?” your face is peppered in a downpour of sloppy smooches before you’re pulled flush against yuuji’s rock hard chest, a muscled arm draped over your waist. “as long as you liked it, that’s all that matters to me.”

nuzzling into him, you press a shy kiss to his collarbone. “i-i liked it!” you squeak and hide your face in itadori’s neck. “it was different but it felt…really good. especially when you um… ate me out at the same time. i’d…like to try again, i wanna get you inside next time.”

your admission makes yuuji groan deeply. now it’s his turn to hide his face in the crown of your head. “please don’t say stuff like that, you’ll get me hard again.”

“wait…again?” you move to sit up in shock but yuuji doesn’t let you, keeping you anchored to his strong body out of pure embarrassment. “yuuji were you hard? from all of that?

“of course i was!” he exclaims, screwing his eyes shut even when you try to get a good look at him. you pout in faux annoyance. “seeing you so turned on, listening to you moan like that, hearing how wet you were and how much you wanted it just from my fingers in your ass… you have no idea what you do to me, baby. do you?” finally opening is eyes, itadori looks down at you with adoration and pink burning cheeks. “i came in my pants, that’s how much i like making you feel good.”

squirming in place, you hold yuuji tighter. “o-oh…”

“yeah, oh,” he laughs, biting the tip of your nose affectionately. “so be careful with what you say, you came way too much tonight for me to ask anything of you! and i don’t wanna go jerk off in the bathroom when i could be cuddling with you.”

he makes you feel so fucking warm inside.

“i like making you feel good too, yuuji,” you say innocently, face burning just under the skin, lashes fluttering against his pecs. “so next time, i’ll do my best to take it. inside.”

and with that, yuuji thanks the lucky heavens he has such a loving, adorable, doting girlfriend like you,

he curses them too, because he’s pretty sure he’s just jizzed in his pants…again.

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My first try on Mizu

My first try on Mizu in a new artstyle

And my latest

I CHANGED MY WHOLE ARTSTYLE FOR YOU!!! I LOVE YOU, MIZU! You made me a better artist 😭

love me some aspiring dilf

★ Nanami Kento is on a dating app

★ Pairings : fem reader / Nanami Kento

★ Synopsis : Gojo and his students make Nanami a dating profile without him knowing. And he passes on all the profiles except yours, which catches his interest. So the two of you go on a dinner date and hit it off.

★ Content : fluff, humor

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, smutty/suggestive, light angst

"Okay, what else can we add?" Yuji asked.

"He's friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru." Gojo said, peering into the phone.

"—Friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru. Okay. Got it. How tall is Nanamin again? Gotta have height, it's important."

Gojo thought for a moment, "Six and a half feet."

"Okay! Aaand voilà; Nanami Kento is now online." Yuji finished up Nanami's profile.

Yuji and Gojo high-fived to celebrate their efforts.

Megumi looked up from his own phone, "He's gonna kill the both of you once he finds out about this. You know he's allergic to his phone."

"Hush, Megumi, you helped us commit this crime. You added the "bad at texting" part didn't you?" Gojo said.

"What — you added that!? I was just stating a fact, you idiots!" Megumi cringed.

What was the meaning of this? Well.

Yuji, Megumi and Gojo were worried about Nanami's recent gloom. He'd just called it quits with his wife a year ago, and only now was he really starting to feel the impact of heartbreak. Though he remained pretty stoic about it, Gojo picked up on his gloominess.

They decided that he needed to start dating again, to get out into the world and meet potential soulmates, so that maybe he could realize there are plenty of fish in the sea. Of course, none of them had been married. They didn't really understand that he couldn't just "go out and try again" after being married to someone for 5 years.

Gojo had come up with the idea of secretly making Nanami a profile on a dating app.

Oh boy, when Nanami found out...

"Satoru what the fu—"

"—You have sooo many requests just look through 'em at least! Promise me you'll go on at least one date, okay? ATTA BOY!"

"You're seriously annoying." Nanami sighed.

So he looked through the profiles of people who sent him requests. He frowned so intensely that frown lines formed on his aging skin.

He kept deleting request after request, barely paying more than two seconds of interest to the icons let alone the profiles. Nanami was thinking judgmentally about each profile.

Then his thumb stopped moving. He stared and paid attention to your icon when it showed up.

He read your profile.

YOU

Bio : I like reading. Dilf-enjoyer. Need a beach vacation that lasts the rest of my life. 🥲 My friends forced me to make a profile.

Then he looked at your profile icon closer, zooming in on your face. You weren't smiling in the picture.

Gojo peered over and opened his big mouth;

"Ah, not her — she looks like a party pooper with that kinda frown."

A frown. He accepted your request. Gojo seemed totally confused.

Your phone buzzed.

🔔 LOVEHIVE

↳ NANAMI KENTO ACCEPTED YOUR REQUEST

↳ 1 NEW MESSAGE FROM NANAMI KENTO

Kento : Hello. How are you. Sorry about the weird profile description. My annoying friend Gojo and his students made this profile without my knowledge.

You scrunch your face in confusion and laugh. You've just finished your nightly routine and stroked lotion on your freshly shaven legs when you receive this message from Nanami.

He waits, tapping his foot on the cold kitchen floor as he drinks a glass of wine — languidly and sophisticatedly.

You : haha it's no problem. why did you accept my request?

Kento : I don't know. I liked the fact you were frowning in your profile picture. It resonated with me.

You : 😂 oh thanks. love that

Kento : What about you? Why did you send me a request?

You : your description was a perfect match so my friend sent the request.

Kento : Same friend who made you make this profile?

You : yeah 😭 to be fair tho... we do match. we're practically made for each other.

Kento : Yup. "Aspiring dilf" and "dilf-enjoyer". Legendary romance in the making.

You and Nanami kept talking... huh. Go figure.

An hour and a half went by without Nanami even realizing — he was texting, something he genuinely hated doing and only ever did out of necessity for work. And usually he ignored messages from friends, especially that idiot Gojo.

But Nanami wandered around his penthouse, texting you, chuckling to himself and smiling at your texts until his dimples and smile lines showed up.

You : alright then. see you tomorrow at 5:30 pm yes? you can cancel if you change your mind or don't feel well.

Kento : Yes sure. Same to you. Don't feel pressured.

You both said goodnights... but then talked a little more.

Then another hour later, Nanami finally got into bed.

He slipped into the silky, satin sheets after completing his nightly routine. His was a little different to yours — he had no interest in skincare so that part was entirely neglected. You'd talked to him about your routine.

Nanami thought as he stared at the ceiling; maybe she can introduce me to some magic products that take away these dark circles.

Usually when he falls asleep, he thinks about all the problems in his life and all the pending, imminent work that he has to complete the next day. Even if it was the weekend coming, or a holiday, nothing cured his need to work. Gojo called him a workaholic, but that wasn't entirely true. Deep down, Nanami really just needed that big vacation.

And the date with you was like a type of vacation.

Now, listen, when he first saw you standing there waiting for him in the slight drizzle, his gentleman guilt ate him up.

"I'm so sorry. The traffic wouldn't budge." he apologized immediately. "Get inside, you'll get sick."

This man was by far the biggest gentleman you'd ever met. Before even saying hello, he already showed care by steering you out of the rain.

You sat across from him, and easing into the conversation was awkward — because he tried to break the ice by asking you which books you enjoyed reading, and you replied honestly.

"I uh... so do you know this app?" you pulled out your phone, giggling, "I read on here. Usually smut."

"What's smut?" he asked.

You burst out laughing, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world to tell this to someone you'd just met. He got your humor, although it confused him — what's smut? You didn't explain. He figured it out for himself.

Well, the ice was certainly broken.

The two of you talked over a bottle of wine. The night deepened. You felt a bit out of place in this fancy restaurant. No other men had taken you to such an exquisite place before.

"What music do you listen to?" you asked conversationally.

"Uh," he thought for a moment, "Lots of Billie Holiday. Does that make me sound like an old man?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"Not at all." you replied.

"I just like relaxing to that music." he said.

"What else? Any music that isn't from the dinosaur age?" you asked.

There's a slightly flirty edge in your voice that he picks up on. He doesn't know what to do. He tries to sound flirty back.

"Hey now don't be rude... I'm still in my twenties."

"In your twenties... and you enjoy dinosaur music." you teased.

You pulled out his first smile of the night. His smile lines and subtle dimples showed up.

He got the hang of flirting. It had been a while, so it took some easing into. He hadn't been romantic since... well. You know.

"So, you're divorced?" you asked sensitively.

"Yeah. Have been for a year now." he nods.

He started circling his thumb on the rim of his wine glass. He couldn't meet your gaze — your eyes made him feel entranced.

"Do you mind if I pry?" you asked. "I just want to know why it didn't work out. I mean, personally, I'm scared of marriage and I don't think I'll ever tie the knot with anyone."

Nanami chuckled, "Scared of marriage? I understand. If I could offer you any advice for getting ready to marry... I'd say choose your men like you'd choose wine." he advised.

Then he continued, "Anyways, she cheated on me. I mean, I saw it coming and I could have ended it sooner so I don't know why I held on for so long and talked it out with her. I think I just wanted to believe that the one I loved wasn't a bad person. But she was."

"Oh. That's heavy. Are you doing okay?" you asked.

Nanami finally looked up at you and made lingering eye contact.

"Nothing wine can't fix — kidding. I'm doing my best. I mean, truthfully, if it weren't for my work to keep me busy I think I'd just sulk around the house in my slippers." he said.

"You shouldn't sulk in your slippers, you should sink your feet into sand." you said. "Get that vacation in Malaysia."

His mouth spread into a dimply smile at this.

"Well, if I go on vacation, I feel it would be right to bring you with. As attractive as you look with a frow, I'd like to see you smiling." he said.

Your cheeks warmed up. "Gee, I'd love to go on a vacation with you... but I've only just met you. What if you're a serial killer?"

He chuckled, "I work a nine to five job and listen to Billie Holiday. Does that spell "serial killer" to you?" he asked rhetorically.

"Maybe." you joked, "I'm sure lots of serial killers work nine to five jobs and listen to Billie Holiday."

He laughed again. You admired his dimples. Suddenly, you remembered something funny about his profile.

"So, what about that "aspiring dilf" part of your bio?" you asked humorously.

"Oh, are you intrigued by that?" he flirted, "I'm sure it was my friend Gojo who added that. I swear, I mentioned to him just once that I wanted to have a family, and he interpreted me as an... "aspiring dilf"."

Your lips curled into a smirking smile that made Nanami's stomach muscles tense up.

"Well if it counts, I like the process of baby making. Don't know about having a huge family, though." you said.

Nanami blinked and became completely flustered by what you had said. He was taking a sip of wine and nearly choked on it.

"Good to know." he replied. "Can't say I feel the same about the process of baby making, though."

"Why is that?" you asked.

You and Nanami talked about sex over dessert. He distractedly nibbled on his tiramisu.

"... my first times for everything were really awkward. Not bad. Just jarringly awkward. And then with my wife, she seemed a bit disappointed in me for not being sexually inclined. Probably part of the reason she went off with my co-worker, you know."

You listened to him, and he was thrilled to feel so at ease. It was just the first date and yet he could be so raw with you.

"Well, my first time was awful." you reminisced, then went on to talk about your first times.

Nanami nodded slowly, then spoke up, "Maybe you just needed a more experienced man to take care of you properly."

You squeezed your thighs together tighter and felt your skin flush hot.

"Maybe. Do you know a guy?" you joked flirtatiously.

Nanami smiled bashfully. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be too forward there."

"Not at all. I'd love to try with an experienced man who knows how to treat me right." you murmured.

You leaned over the table, looking up into his eyes.

Nanami reciprocated your sultriness. His heart was beating faster, and he stopped eating his tiramisu.

"... how do you want to be treated?" he asked.

"... well, I'd love a strong gentleman to grab me by the hair... and give me his babies."

Nanami's breath hitched. He had a tent forming in his pants, his cock was squished against his inner thigh getting longer as it got harder.

"... I think I can do that." he replied breathlessly.

He felt a small shiver when you brought your hand up to his cheek to caress it. Just that small touch sparked so much inside him.

By the time he paid the bill, his boner was calming down. But when you said goodbye to him and caught your taxi, you did something that made his cock stiffen again.

You got on your tiptoes and planted an appreciative kiss on his dimple.

"Thank you for showing me a good time." you murmured into his ear.

He swallowed hard, "Of course... thank you for being good company."

"Mhm. Look forward to keeping you company again."

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