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☆ Gojo is always so cocky before you peg him. Confident, taking charge as if he's not about to be fucked from behind like a whore. He'll dirty talk you, try to fluster you with his honeyed words as you're pulling the strap on.

"Gonna fuck me so good, baby?" He purrs, wrapping his fingers around the pretty blue strap: perhaps to gauge the size. He jerks it a little, mirrors the way he'd stroke himself to the thought of being fucked senseless by you. "Hopefully you can keep up with me."

It's all talk, a veil of confidence only barely masking his desperation beneath, which burns hot and angry and threatens to ignite into something all-consuming if it isn't soon put out. You think of wrecking his ego, making him get down on his knees and suck the plastic for show. He'd look so pretty, looking up at you through his lashes as he served the strap with his mouth and tongue.

Oh but he's prepped and ready, and you're itching to erode at his cocky smile. You have him lay on his back, so you can watch as his lips curl downwards when you slide a finger into him, rather than the strap he's been promised.

"Fuck, I don't need it," he whines, tries to reach down and pull your wrist up and away from him but you swat him away with a tsk.

"You're so impatient."

"Just fuck me already."

Sweet Satoru regrets his words when you line your pretty blue strap up with his ass and push in only an inch of two. The sharp hiss of him steeling himself with a breath is music to your ears, and though he tries desperately to keep the cocky act up, you can see it slipping.

You give him another inch, and he bites back a moan. "That's... all you got?"

"No," you click your teeth. "But, it's all you'll get if you don't start begging, baby."

He gives you a look, tries his best to look annoyed, but his cock is so hard it hurts and the corners of his lips are curling upwards in a grin regardless. His pleads start out dramatic, joking.

"Please fuck me, babe," he drawls, but as you inch further inside of him at his request, he gasps. Very quickly, any cockiness in his tone is replaced by raw need. "Fuck, more—please, really, I need it."

His eyes are wide at the stretch, the all-encompassing fullness he's feeling, and the grief he feels when you pull almost all the way out of him.

"Wait don't pull out I'll beg I'll—"

His pleads get stuck in his throat when you push forward and bury your strap completely in his ass. Satoru chokes out the prettiest moan, meets your eyes for half a second as you pull back, and then falls into complete ecstasy as you snap your hips back into his again.

From there, he's gone. Malting into the mattress as you fuck him at the pace he responds best to—a torturous middle ground between painfully slow and so fast it's over too soon. Satoru whines, seemingly already overstimulated by your movements, but you're far from done with him.

Satoru Gojo is the strongest. He's untouchable, really, and here you are ten inches deep inside of him and watching as hot tears spring into his beautiful blue eyes. He's sweating, exerting himself entirely to taking all that you can give him; and you're sure he'd take more if you had it for him—he's at the base of your strap and whining like a whore on it.

"Close," his voice is quiet and desperate and you love the way it melts into the air around you. You fuck him harder, faster, a bruising pace that might be more for you than him, but he takes it with shaky breaths and a heaving chest because he's addicted to the shape of your plastic cock inside of his ass.

You fuck him through his orgasm, watch as his cock—which is reddening with angry need—spurts ropes of cum all over his stomach, pearlescent and almost unending. You smile at the sight, stalling your hips to let him catch his breath after cumming so hard without his cock even being touched.

He's a mess, sensitive and breathless as you trace your fingertips through the mess of cum glossing his tummy. Satoru watches with parted lips as you do so, half-expecting you to bring your fingers to his lips for him to clean up the mess he made. But you don't. Instead, you press down hard on his tummy and listen to the lewd noise that rips from his throat when you feel just how deep you are inside of him.

"Here, baby," you coo, grabbing at the wrist Satoru shoots down to try and pull your hand from his stomach with. You press his palm down onto his cum-covered stomach and have him feel for himself the bulge that you've created with the tip of your strap inside of him.

A moment passes, something flickers in your gaze that turns Satoru's mouth dry. "Don't move your hand, Toru, understand me? Keep pressing down."

Satoru parts his lips to protest, but you're pulling out and plunging back into his ass with a mean thrust of your hips before he can say a word. The nastiest moan slips from his lips, half ecstatic, half overstimulated.

"Fucking you so deep you can feel it from the outside, huh baby? Taking my cock so well, letting me use you like you're the toy."

Your words are enough to encourage Satoru into a second round; though this time you're meaner than before. You pull his legs up a little, manage a position that allows you to get impossibly deeper inside of him, and hen thrust your hips forward to test the water.

He's drooling. His lips are wet with spit and cheeks stained with new-flowing tears. He loves it, though, you can feel the clench of his ass in the way it becomes just that little bit harder to thrust into him. With each mean snap of your hips though, you watch as Satoru presses down harder on his belly to feel you bullying your plastic strap into his ass.

You find a nice pace and match it with your fingers wrapped around his cock. Stroking him only makes your lover needier, bucking his hips up instinctually just to gasp at how the movement fucks himself onto your strap too. By the time his second orgasm is approaching, you can't tell who's doing more of the work: he's frenzied and cumdrunk and can't see straight between the blinding pleasure and tears in his eyes.

"Good boy," you praise as he cums again, his whole body racked with tremors and his eyes quite literally rolling back as he releases all over the hand that presses down to feel you. You give him a minute, let his catch his lost breath and wipe his tears from his eyes with the hand that isn't covered in his own cum.

Though, once you're confident he's at ease enough for you to slowly pull out and start giving him aftercare, his legs lock around your waist and keep you buried deep.

You've never seen such a look on his face before—ravenous.

"Again."

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Kaiju No.8 Scenarios: How They React to Fem! S/o Overheating During Combat

Featuring: Soshiro Hoshina and Gen Narumi

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Soshiro Hoshina

Even if he was the Vice Captain of Third Division he knew he couldn’t make every miracle come true. He knew someone would be hurt as soon as he arrived to location that called for backup, the location where your group had found unarmed civilians in the middle of a Kaiju attack. He knew you would do something reckless but he wasn’t expecting this, you’d exceeded your suit’s limit, your combat power was still active despite the restrictions being forced back onto your suit.

“Okonogi, status report! I’m two blocks out from (Y/n)’s last pinned location.”, Soshiro yelled into the comm line.

The eerie silence that followed left him feeling much more anxious than before, “Surveillance drones have located her group, honju threat has been neutralized but (y/n)’s suit isn’t cooling down! She’s overheating, body temperature is rising and she’s not listening to my orders to release her combat power.”

Soshiro could feel his blood running cold, it’s been over thirty minutes since you called in to release your combat power restrictions, if you’ve been like this for well over the ten minute limit than you were closer to the brink of death than those actively fighting kaijus. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and sped up his pace, bounding over buildings and rooftops to get to you as fast as he could. He noticed your group from afar, your two cadets slowly moving towards you with their hands raised while you had your sword pointed directly at them. You were hallucinating from the pain and fever, you panted desperately for breath but your lungs couldn’t hold anything. Everything was a blur, every sound set you off, and it hurt. It all hurts so much you can’t bare it, blood is spilling from your tearducts from the fever and blood is slowly beginning to creep up your throat.

“(Y/n)!”, A voice shouted to you, managing to make it into your swirling train of thoughts.

The blurry image of someone with dark violet hair coming in from the sky was enough to gain your attention. Izumo quickly grabbed hold of your blade and twisted your wrist forcing you to let go just as Soshiro landed a few feet away from you.

“(Y/n), it’s me. You recognize my voice don’t you?”, Soshiro’s voice was soft, he wanted to scold you but he could tell you weren’t in your right mind, “Honey I need you to let go, you’re not in danger anymore. You saved everyone here, I need you to just relax, can you do that for me?”

Soshiro wasn’t sure if anything he was saying was getting through to you but the fever had taken its toll on you forcing you to faint. He noticed the way your eyes rolled back before you started to collapse, he caught you in his arms and yelled for medics to get to his location immediately. He didn’t care about the two cadets or about the civilians, you were hurt! You were bleeding and your body was practically cooking itself from the inside out!

“Don’t you dare die on me, not like this. You better not leave me or I’ll hate myself.”, he mumbled against your deaf ear.

Soshiro refused to give you up to anyone until medics had arrived to save you, your fever was catastrophically high so you had to be flown to the closest emergency hospital in order to be treated. Soshiro wasn’t happy, not in the slightest, his eyes were open and showed nothing but rage and fear. He vented all of his frustration out on the remaining yoju in the vicinity and raced to the hospital as soon as he felt a bit more relaxed and level headed. Thankfully you were saved just in time, your fever wasn’t to high that it couldn’t be controlled, the doctors administered IV fluids into your body and kept your room colder than most to help reduce your bodyheat. You were also placed on an oxygen concentrator to try and aide your lungs that suffered the most during your overheat. Thanks to the aggressive treatment you were saved, a week later you were returned to the base fresh and healthy again thanks to the work of the doctors but your Lover refused to ler you go back out on missions.

“Oh come on Hiro, at least let me go out and fight some small size yonju.”, you whined to him watching him suit up for a mission.

He turned to look at you with his cheeky little smile and slowly stalked towards you, “What did the doctors say?”, he hummed playfully, opening his eyes so you could see the murderous glint in them.

You sighed in defeat and returned to your paperwork, “No extreme physical activity for at least two weeks.”

Soshiro laughed at your pouty expression and leaned in to steal a kiss from your plump lips, “That’s right sweetheart, and as your wonderful boyfriend I’ll ensure that restriction gets followed and I’ll add on an extra week for you insubordination.”

“Soshiro!”, you whined, he couldn’t help the playful laugh that spilled from his chest your reaction was just to funny.

“Don’t miss me to much, I love you, see you soon.”, Soshiro waved goodbye as he bolted out the room.

“At least give me a goodbye kiss!”, he could hear you whine from the office, well maybe a few heated kisses wouldn’t hurt. He still technically had about ten minutes before departure. Yeah maybe a few kisses was okay, for good luck.

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Gen Narumi

Never did he think a competition would meeting you to this, you were drenched in kaiju blood and your eyes were black voids compared to the normal glistening gems he always enjoyed staring into. Your combat power had been rising exponentially during this fight against a hydra type kaiju, stubborn thing wouldn’t die and it’s regeneration rate was a nuisance. The more you cut, the more grew, until eventually it was to much but your mind and body were power hungry and nothing would calm you down.

“(L/n) stand down now, that’s an order from your captain!”, Gen yelled at you over the comms but you didn’t even react.

One of the heads lunged at you which drew a wicked smile across your face. You were a blades specialist just like Hoshina and you thrived on the thrill of close combat fights.

“Captain Narumi, (Y/n)’s CP has stopped at 87%. She’s overexerting herself and her timer is about to go off, she’ll be a sitting duck if we don’t do something soon.”, Hasegawa explained firing his machine guns along the neck of the beast.

For the moment it was enough to force you to back away but your eyes darted along the body of the kaiju as if looking for something. Gen clicked his tongue in annoyance noticing what you were doing, “She’s looking for the core.”, he growled, “(Y/n) I said stand down! Back away and get to the medics right now!”

Gen loved you to bits, he really did, you were his equal in every sense of the word but he could never surpass you in stubbornness. He watched you charge at the kaiju with little emotion on your face, your blades elongated against your back and you smiled with a sense of freedom despite the blood spilling from your nose. Every fiber of your being burned but your mind was clear, you could do this.

“Reaching critical, cancellation of combat power release commencing. Seek medical attention immediately, organ failure eminent.”

Your suit’s functions played across the comm lines but even so you didn’t back down, “Just a bit more! A bit more!”, you purred, spitting up blood.

“Hasegawa get ready to catch (Y/n), I’m slamming my bayonet into her and sending her flying your way. She won’t stop until she’s dead.”, Gen hissed, firing several shots at various parts of the hydra kaiju to protect you.

“Understood, I’ll provide you cover fire until you can get to her.”

Gen leapt off of the building he’d been watching from and raced down to catch you before your body shut down on you. That’s when he noticed it, your combat power had just barely reached 90% as you drove your swords along the underbelly of the creature, emerging on the other side of the beast with its impaled core perched on your blade. The kaiju imploded, spraying guts and material everywhere, Gen landed just behind a car which kept him safe from the carnage. He quickly rushed out to get you, “(Y/n)! (Y/n)!”, he shouted, scanning the area for you.

“Gen?”, a weak voice called out to him.

Atop a pile of concrete slabs you sat like a tired child, you looked pale and dazed. Gen rushed to your side allowing you to lean against his chest for support, “Don’t close your eyes Doll. Look at me, we’re gonna get you to a medic and everything’s gonna be okay. (Y/n) do you hear me?”

“M’tired.”, you sigh.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass. Listen to me and don’t knock out, c’mon talk to me. Rub it in my face that you won our bet.”, Gen yells, had it been anyone else he would’ve just sounded mean but you could hear the desperation in his voice.

“Hee loser.”, you laughed finally letting your eyes fall shut.

Oh you were so going to get it now! Gen rushed you to medics himself just to make sure you survived this. No one dared to stop him and even once medics had you in the healing pod it wasn’t enough to douse his worry. Gen never had people that his heart latched on to, he didn’t remember his parents, he didn’t remember anyone from the orphanage, all he had was you.

“Please…(Y/n) baby, please make it out of this.”, Gen begged softly, resting his forehead against the glass of your pod.

A few days passed before any word of you managed to reach his ears, someone informed him you were awake and he rushed to see you as soon as he returned from his mission. He almost slipped skidded towards the door, he was happy to open the med bay only to see your pod empty. “What the hell?”, he huffed, Gen quickly pulled out his phone and called you hoping to hear a response.

“Hello?”

“(Y/n) where are you? The doc’s said you were awake but you’re not here!”

Your laugh echoed over the call, “I’m in your office playing video games, Hasegawa grounded me from mission for a week so I’m here beating your levels in Monster Hunter!”

“I will kill you if you die and lose my progress.”, Gen growled, his eyes glowing with rage towards your betrayal.

“Oh no I’m losing, if only a bratty egomaniac could save me.”, you faked a whine only to hear the rushing steps of your lover on the line.

You were in for an earful but at least you could spend some actual quality time with him. You did win the bet afterall.

satoru on a random tuesday:

satoru tries to be nonchalant and mysterious when u fuck by staying silent and fucking you like the guys in porn do: no moans, no flavour, nothing. but he lasts about two strokes before literally gasping out the most pornographic moan and refusing to shut up from that point onwards.

hes so talkative, moaning and rambling on about how good and tight you feel wrapped around his cock that he starts to sound stupidly cumdrunk. the only time he's not talking is when he's got his tongue in ur mouth and even then he's still moaning like he's in heat.

toru is so loud too, like you get noise complaints regularly. he never shut up, and when he cums the whole city ends up knowing about it because he's on the verge of tears and begging for you to milk him dry and there's no such thing as too loud when it's you he's fucking. he encourages you to let him hear you, wants the neighbours to know just how good he lays it down for you... he's so annoying i love him

HEAR ME OUT...PLS...HEAR ME OUT!

I WOULD'VE FOLDED IN THAT FUCKING GARDEN

just want a big man to do this to

hiiii so i might’ve been stalking your blog for the entire 3 hour car ride :33

can i pretty please request more aftercare fluff w/lucifer? i looove the way your write him!🫶🏻

have a good day/night‼️‼️

a/n — I meant to do this SO much earlier! Anyways i’m super sleepy right now and lowkey just want to write fluff so here’s this!

“Luci, you did so good. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” you coo down at Lucifer as he came down from his high.

It had been a particularly intense night, sex-wise, and it showed on the poor man’s face. He looked terribly spent and drenched in sweat. 

His body was littered with love bites and bruises from you, adding to the pathetic image of him sprawled out on bed.

Your heart ached at the sight of him, “Aw, sweetie, did I go to hard on you?” You massage his cheek with your thumb, he leans into you.

“No it was— god, it was amazing. You were amazing,” He gazed up at you adoringly, “You are amazing.” 

He looked at you with large doe eyes, “Can I help clean up, or anything?” He almost pleaded, desperate to help you.

Warm feelings of affection flooded your chest, “Lucifer,” you draw out, “Baby, you’ve already done so much for me. Give yourself a break, you look beat.”

Contrary to your point, Lucifer felt like he hadn’t done enough for you tonight. He almost felt guilty for receiving your love, especially if he didn’t think he reciprocated enough.

“Angel, please, I wanna help.” His eyes fell on you once again, gazing at you as if you put the stars in the sky.

He looked like a lost puppy, waiting for your command. You took pity on him.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the sweetest, prettiest boy ever?” You spoke, words laced with sugar as you leaned down to plant kisses all over his cheeks. 

He giggled dumbly, once again looking up at you and waiting for instructions on how to help.

“How about—“ you think, there wasn’t much you wanted him to do, especially in his state “—how about you sit here and look pretty while I run a bath?”

“My dear.” He warned, drawing out his words in a kinda of whine. 

He didn’t look happy with this answer. As much as you wanted him to take it easy, he desperately wanted to help you clean up.

“Alright, I’ll go run a bath and you freshen up the area, how’s that sound?” you inquire, earning a much more approving expression.

With extra effort, you carefully helped him and yourself off the bed, planting a kiss on his forehead.

He was obviously in pain as he left to go get a washcloth and fresh sheets, but as he was so determined to be of service to you, you let it slide.

You ran the bathtub water to a good temperature and lit some candles around it. When the tub looked, smelled, and felt appealing enough, you called out for Lucifer.

“How’s it going it there, babe? ‘Tubs ready,” you dip your toe in the water before sinking in fully.

“Be there in a moment, my love,” He called back, voice half-gone and groggy.

When he finally shows up in the room, he looks absolutely exhausted. Although objectively cleaner, he looks miles more disheveled than he did before tidying up. 

Once again, your heart fills with love towards the man. He was already tired, and still put forth effort to clean up, just so you had to do less work.

“Come here, sweetheart,” you coo at him, opening your arms and welcoming him in the bathtub.

All but reluctantly, he slinks towards you and practically falls into the water. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him close to your chest.

He sighs and rests his head on you, happily curling up into you in the warm water.

“Hm, what candles did you light?” he asks quietly.

“I think something vanilla-y. You like it?” 

“The vanilla ones are my favorite. I think this is vanilla bean,” He hums softly into your chest. You rub his back your hand and use the other one to fish over the side off he bathtub.

There, you pulled out three oddly specific rubber ducks; a yodeler duck, a chef duck, and a duck that actually blows bubbles out of his snout. These three were Lucifer’s favorite.

He gave a small gasp when you pulled them out and set them into the water. You could see him regaining a little energy. 

“You know, the yodeler one has an interesting back story,” he practically gloated, pulling the ducks close to his chest. 

“Oh?” you question, “Well, please share, then. Don’t leave me on the edge of my seat.” You pull him closer to your chest as he holds the yodeling duck up in the air.

“Well, I actually got the materials in a different layer of hell. The craft supplies was good but the food was terrible there,” he rambled on lazily.

Increasingly drowsily, he explains its back story and how he got to work and little details like that. Every now and then he would look over his shoulder to see if you were still listening, or even cared.

To his surprise, you always were. He subconsciously snuggled further into you. Sleep crept into his words every time he spoke until it was undeniably time to get out.

You were exhausted yourself. You lazily got out of the bathtub and dried off, Lucifer following soon after. 

As to both get comfortable in bed, you rest your head on his shoulder and realize he had brought the ducks with him.

“Can I— can I keep explaining?” He asked timidly, yawning afterwards.

You pull him close and wrap your arms around his stomach, “For as long as you’re awake, sweetie.”

He smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was passed out. Just as suspected, in few short minutes of Lucifer’s rambling, you were both sound asleep. 

a/n — okay I HAVE to get some Vox content out after this because I have been lacking so much. There are lots of requests so expect more of him soon.

Thinking about... Kissing that old man.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who never pays attention in class so he’s forced to ask you the stupidest questions, but when he hears your sweet, honeyed voice for the first time, he can’t help but to ask more and more and more.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who clumsily leans in closer, committing the warm, cloying scent of your gourmand perfume to memory. Who can’t help but to press his thighs together in a fruitless attempt to dull the ache of his pathetically drooling cock.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who stares up at you dumbly, utter infatuation emanating from his unrelenting gaze, chin resting in the palm of his hand as you solve a simple equation for him in his barren, yet oddly tattered college ruled notebook.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who subconsciously searches for you at the beginning of class, hoping to find a vacant seat beside you. Whose eyes soften when he finally catches a glimpse of your pretty face at the rear of the drab room.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who fishes a singular, wilting daisy from his lint-laden pockets, claiming that he plucked it from the university’s horticulture garden just for you. Who apprehensively presents you with the plainly heartfelt gift, praying you’ll welcome his flattery with enthusiasm.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who beams in his overwhelming excitement when you tuck the withering flower behind your ear, a gracious smile marring your lips. Whose cock grows embarrassingly hard when you mindlessly squeeze the fat of his thigh beside you in appreciation.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who soon excuses himself to flee to the restroom, desperate to relieve the gut wrenching throb of his cock, and unbeknownst to you, it’s all your fault.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who fucks his fist in the farthest stall of the restroom, imagining you sprawled out beneath him, your trembling thighs pressed to the unkempt sheets as he brainlessly stuffs you with the entirety of his cock.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who orgasms so incredibly hard that he’s forced to clamp a big hand over his mouth, thick, syrupy ropes of cum painting the graffitied walls of the public bathroom stall. Who doesn’t even bother to wash his fucking hands afterwards.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who eventually returns to class, flustered, a mysterious, dark stain adorning the gray fleece of his sweatpants. Who can hardly look you in the eyes as he plops down beside you, ashamed of how much of a slut he is for a girl he’s convinced wouldn’t give him half a chance.

But, when BeefyHimbo!Toji discovers that you’re not entirely opposed to the notion after a long night of fruitless studying, a switch flips.

Now, BeefyHimbo!Toji has you pressed apart on his disheveled, plaid sheets just as he imagined, your sobbing pussy taking his cock to the base over and over and over again, his large hands keeping you wide and accessible and all fucking his.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who’s utterly incapable of comprehending just how big his cock is in comparison to your slobbering little holes. Who can’t mentally grasp the fact that he’s so much larger than you.

And BeefyHimbo!Toji who accidently cums sooo fucking deep inside of you because he’s too distraught by his animalistic need to fuck and breed that he can’t possibly imagine cumming anywhere other than your sweet, welcoming cunt.

But… can you actually blame him? He doesn’t know any better, what did you expect? :(

note: hey, you! if you’ve read this before, don’t be alarmed! this is just a re-upload from my previous blog which was unfortunately marked as explicit. i’m in the process of transferring all of my work over to this blog. thanks for bearing with me, pretty! <3

love, ny