Draquella - Mads ^>^

Thinking of a man moaning "thank you" when he finally gets to cum inside 💕

Just got dahlias and a labret done guys i cant smile but they look fucking sick

BOOOMSHAKALAKAAAAA

+ choso jerk off hcs

Choso’s masturbation sessions are never planned. His horniness comes and goes on a whim, and it’s up to him to decide whether or not he’s got the time and place to take care of himself. However, there is a loose routine that his body has become accustomed to: mornings just upon waking up and alternately the moment Choso arrives home from a long day of training—that familiar heat toils deep in his guts like a sex-soaked alarm clock, and he responds every time with the shedding of his trousers to wring the want out of his body.

In the least infantilizing way possible, I don’t think Choso is entirely privy to the concept of pornography. The internet in general is one big, convoluted puzzle that Choso would much rather not bother with, therefore he hasn’t had the misfortune of stumbling across raunchy sites. If he’s in a relationship with you, then the naughty pictures you send all get saved into a photo album on his phone, and Choso is enthusiastic to rub one out to them every single time he feels the need arising. And if you’re not dating? His imagination is really quite impressive.

Picture the following scene: a post-mission Choso finally trudging through the entryway of his apartment. Caked in sweat and grime and blood crusting in just about every crevice of his body. And he wants nothing more than to rinse off and pass out but Goddamnit, it’s like his dick has a mind of its own, up and throbbing and ready to play. It’s more of an annoyance and a hassle than something sexy, if Choso’s irritated sigh is anything to go off of. The man drags himself to his bedroom, leaving a trail of dirty clothes behind as he sheds off articles. Finally, he collapses belly-first onto the unmade bed, ready to do his business.

There’s two distinct methods to his madness. Method number one is the standard cock-in-hand pumping, but method number two is only reserved for lazy mornings and exhausting afternoons when Choso can’t possibly commit to a tricep workout just for a nut. Still on his stomach, he blindly grabs for his body pillow and maneuvers it into that small wedge of space between his crotch and the mattress.

A pining Choso can get real creative with his thoughts. You’re his partner, his friend, but here he is, drilling his hips into a lumpy pillow while thinking hideous things about you. He thinks about sucking across your chest, and in his lustful stupor, he might part his lips and picture your nipple between them. He thinks about his mouth on you, everywhere. Exploring your skin with teeth and tongue, devoting all five senses to your overwhelmingly attractive body.

Choso moans. Yep. He lives alone, so he doesn’t really see a point in biting the sheets to keep quiet. So yeah, he moans and babbles unintelligible recounts of your name while he humps. Sometimes, the pillow isn’t at the right angle, or it’s gone too soft on him and the friction’s giving out and he just wants to cum but he can’t get there and— “Oh, fuck, come on!” A fist punches down on the bed as he growls out words of frustration before reaching down to pull at his pillow harder—deeper—into the slot between his thighs and grind ten times more rough this go around.

When he comes, it’s to the mental image of your face. Your smile, your teeth and lips pulled wide, your pink tongue… It’s a sick fascination, Choso has with your mouth. Overstimulation be damned, he fucks through his orgasm, voice flatlining into an uncharacteristic silence despite his jaw hanging open. Thick, viscous fluid oozed between his chiseled abdomen and the pillow; it seeped into the poor thing because as per usual, Choso forgot to grab a stray sock to shoot his load into. Another pillow ruined. Lazily, Choso kicks it out from beneath himself and off the side of the bed to get taken care of later. He lays there catching his ragged breath, before succumbing to a sleepy sneak attack. His shower will have to wait until tomorrow.

MDNI

Nerd!Choso who can’t stop thinking about you. The way you walk, the way you talk — even the way you smell. You’ve taken over his mind, playing on an endless loop, day and night.

You’ve shared classes with him for what feels like forever. It was only a matter of time before his quiet admiration started to show.

You don’t notice a thing. You go about your day, heading to class as usual, completely unaware that you’ve got a pair of eyes fixed on you almost every second. Well, you start noticing that you have an admirer when you start receiving your favourite milk chocolate, perfectly wrapped in pretty pink paper in your locker every week. It’s always the same chocolate, no note or anything. At first, you just think that it’s your friends playing a prank on you, I mean, you have been whining about needing some attention.

It's been going on for a while now, almost three months, and by this point, you know it’s not just your friends pulling some harmless prank. You actually have an admirer. The knowledge of someone knowing the code to your locker and slipping that same chocolate inside week after week, has you feeling slightly...disturbed, but also happy in a way. More often than not, the attention you get is from one of the guys on the football team sending you a dm late at night about hooking up, but this show of affection? It seems like this mystery guy might actually like you. Because why else would he go through the trouble of getting you that expensive chocolate that you love?

Choso would always try to be in the hallway at the time when you would open your locker and see the gift. He noticed the way your eyes lit up every time you received one of his presents; he had even heard you talk about them to your friends in class.

The knowledge that you appreciated his efforts only fueled his confidence. Slowly, the chocolates stopped arriving alone. Neatly folded notes began appearing with them — some filled with compliments, others with questions, even though he knew he’d never get an answer.

But lately, his boldness has grown. This time, there was no note, just the chocolate and tucked beneath it, a photo, one taken by an actual camera. It was high in quality and taken in a dark room. The picture showed the guy, well, not his face, but his abs. He was holding your favourite chocolate in front of his abs. When you received the photo, you were more than surprised; these gifts had now been taken to another level.

One day, you end up staying at school later than usual, all thanks to your idiot teacher, who decided to give you detention for scrolling through Pinterest instead of working on your assignment. Tired and slightly irritated, you finally head to your locker to get your chemistry book. Because, of course, your teacher didn't only give you detention, but also extra homework.

To your surprise, the hallway wasn't empty when you got there. There was someone there, right in front of your locker.

And that’s when everything clicked.

The person in front of your locker had to be him, your mystery admirer. He moved slowly, carefully pressing in the code to your lock, like he had all the time in the world, completely unaware that anyone was watching. He must have thought the hallway was empty.

When the blue locker finally opened, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out that same pink-wrapped package. Only this time, it looked different, it was thicker and bigger, like a box. Maybe he had stepped up his game and given you something else. 

He placed the package neatly inside and then reached further inside your locker. You were confused. What was he reaching for? You heard something being moved slightly inside your locker, only for him to then pull out a small bag where you kept some spare clothes in case anything ever happened. You could see that he was looking inside the bag, reaching inside to then pull out a pair of your spare panties.

You had to physically hold yourself back from gasping as you realized what he was holding. He looked at them for a little while before he stuffed them inside his pocket.

You waited impatiently behind the rounded corner of the hallway for him to turn around, and when he did, you were even more stunned. It was Choso, the quiet guy from your chemistry, math, and graphic design classes, in other words, all your nerd classes.

He was wearing a black zip-up hoodie, baggy light blue ripped jeans, and a worn Star Wars t-shirt peeking out from underneath. Up until the moment he turned around, you’d been almost certain it had to be one of the guys from the basketball team, simply because of how big he was. Had he always been that tall? Had he grown taller since the last class you had with him or what? Maybe you just hadn’t noticed before.

His eyes flicked around the hallway, scanning for anyone, completely unaware that you’d been standing there the whole time, watching. Then he walked out the main exit at the end of the hallway. The second the door swung shut behind him, you rushed to your locker, hands moving almost frantically as you worked the lock open to find the package inside.

As you thought, it was a box under that pink wrapping, the box was a dark but saturated purple color. Slowly, you pushed the top part off to reveal a white silk bag inside. As you saw the shape of what was inside the bag, you felt a shiver go through you. You untied the white strings at the top of the bag and moved the fabric down the object hesitantly. You stared at the light pink vibrator in your hands. It was big, it had to be about 7 inches or more. It was so detailed, the slight curve upwards, the veins. It almost seemed as if it was a replica of a real dick.

On the base, there was something small engraved; a closer look made it obvious that it said "Use me."

After a little while, you snapped out of your shocked trance and quickly put it back in the box, hesitating only for a second before you pushed the purple box into your bag. Too shocked to notice that when you pushed the box down into your bag, it had sounded like there was something else in the box too.

You rushed home. You weren't even sure what to do.

Choso had always seemed kind, gentle, and quite innocent. He always sat at the back and rarely spoke to anyone, besides his brother Yuuji, who was a few years younger than you. Seriously, you had never once interacted with this guy.

You sat down on the hard floor of your room, hesitantly pulling out the box again, setting it down in front of you. You stared at the box for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and peeling the top part of it once again to reveal the box's insides. You grabbed the smooth silk bag and placed it in front of you, and now you saw that there wasn't only the vibrator in there but something else too.

It was a small sort of old iPhone with a note attached to it.

"Film yourself, then send it to the saved number on this phone, and I'll see it. I promise I'll return the favour."

Your heart was pounding loudly, so loud you could hear it speed up. Your gaze dropped from the phone to the silk bag. Why were you even considering this? You asked yourself as you reached into the silk bag. There was something so disturbing about this that made it so exciting. There was a small part of you that now, when you knew that it was choso all along, felt willing to do this, felt so willing to do this to see him send something like that back.

Sometimes I just wanna read some cute and heartwarming fluff but all I’m met with is the dirtiest, freakiest SMUT

Thinking about making out with a guy until he gets so horny and desperate that he starts rutting against me and whimpering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't help it~ You're just so fucking pretty~" and eventually just pinning me down and fucking me right there <3

me when a find a toji fic that isn't all nsfw (extremely rare find) (like gyatt DAMN even the smaus have something to do with smut)

edging choso. thank you for listening 👍

꒰১ cw. fem reader, cowgirl, mdni.

“my g—god,” choso huffs out in short breathy pants, his breathing became shallow—almost as if it came with ease, a straining exhale snatches from his throat as he leans back. you’re riding him, sensually grinding your hips against him to where his droopy eyes roll way back into the depths of his cranium. “more, more, moreee,” he pleads with crimson red lips, two big hands stuck to your waist. he was so whiney, with the way you rode him until he clung onto his final breaths—how could he not moan out a whimper or two . . ?

it’s sloppy, the way your ass moves up and down against him— he’s so thick too, such length to him that the stretch just comes so easily. callused fingertips roughly dig into your skin and his head throws back the moment his tip thrashes against your most sweetest spots. you feel it and he feels it too. “choso, how’s it feel baby? feels good?”

“uh huh, uh huh,” he’d immediately nod, half lidded eyes and he looks so cute— his entire body felt hot, he can’t help but pull you into a steamy kiss. the feeling of your warm lips mashing against his was enough to make him get off, so warm. his thighs start to pang, the undersides of them tense and he knows in the back of his mind that he’s about to dump yet another load right into you. “uh,” he whines, departing away just to see the sheeny cobweb of spit leave from your lips. choso was horrible with eye contact— he’s panting heavily before he moans out that sweet familiar, “princess ‘m gonna cummm.”

but that’s right when you amp up your speed, the piston of your hips only grow quicker— he bites his tongue, feeling a twinge of arousal brew up before he’s hitting you deep. the crownhead of his cock only tickles against your clit before right when he’s about to sink into his release,

you . . . stop.

choso inhales . . then exhales, he’s confused..

a cute perplexed expression with a pout before his eyebrows curl up. “. . wha-” he croaks and his voice cracks as you just sit there. your attention suddenly aims at coating the inner part of his chin with a plethora of sweet kisses. mwah after mwah, he moans from your touch before finishing his sentence. “why’d you stop? why—why?”

“not yet, baby.” you coo, pressing a kiss near the pierced lobe of his ear.

he frowns at that, balls deep and he was so close, so so close…

he wanted to pump you full, choso’s mouth felt dry, the inside of it felt equivalent to the sahara. he’s always had a hard time being told no and he was adorable. “n-not yet?” he repeats, soft big arms wrapping around your waist. you lean into his bare chest before giggling. you were panting yourself, heave after heave leaving your lungs as you glance into his darkened irises. “but why?”

“because,” you kiss near his neck, then his chin, then finally . . his mouth. a lewd moan escapes from his throat at your touch, he loved your kisses more than anything. his dick twitches inside of you and your tender touch only drives him more crazy. warm breath wafts against his skin and he moans again, your touch was truly his worst enemy. out of all the enemies he’s been in battle with, a simple touch or kiss from you was simply choso kamo’s weakness. “because, i want you to wait a little. is that a problem?”

“oh . . !” he cutely mutters, a sheepish smile on his lips.

he gulps, finding your sudden dominance a bit hot — dark pools of aroused eyes gaze into yours before he scoots you closer against his lap. with a low soft tone, he rasps a, “g-guess not,” and he swallows the invisible lump in his throat, feeling your pussy soak him dry. “if my love wants me to wait, i’ll w-wait.”

“you’re such a good boy, ‘cho.”

“hey, don’t call me that though. please.”

you titter, peppering a kiss towards the corner of his lips.

his mouth quivers, always so weak for any amount of kisses that you give him. he’s so grateful, the warmth that you always provide him, whether it’s being inside of you or simply sharing a sweet kiss with you, you were really his kryptonite.

“i thought you liked when i praised you?”

“i— i do,” he protests, jaw tightening as you move a bit more with him still stuffed inside of you. his cock continues to pulsate and it feels so good. but being edged felt different, something surges within him as if he was most definitely on pause mode. “it’s just . . it’s embarrassing. ‘m supposed to call you good. ‘cause y’know, you’re my good girl.”

you giggle once more, wrapping your arms around him—trying to stall as much time as you could and it was working.

“but whenever you say it, it’s just cute.”

“hmph,” he pouts, a cute tint flushing towards his cheeks before he pulls you even closer. “baby,” he questions out, snapping back to lewd reality. his head throws back as he feels the same throb stir up inside of him. a thumb strums alongside your back before he pants. “can i cum now? i waited, i just wanna fill you up— please. let me cum, okay?”

another chaste kiss goes against his lips, he whines from the contact your mouth goes against his. so sweet, you’re so close to him that you can hear him swallow and he stares at you with glossy eyes, reddened lips just shuddering from your movement.

“pretty please,” you whisper. “say that ‘n you can cum.”

“. . . babyyy,” he groans, reaching to grab onto the headboard and it’s unintentionally sexy— the way his veins on his arms pulse and bulge, a whimper drags out his throat before he finally gives in. “fuck, okay okay. fuck just, pretty please. pretty please, can i finish inside you? please.”

with the way you’re straddling him— keeping his throbbing idle cock between your gummy walls, he was about to risk it all. “okay,” you comply with a soft voice, gently stroking your thumb against his neck. “you can cum, baby. don’t waste it.”

“i won’t. promise, promise.” he purrs out, both hands going towards your bare ass. he squeezes it tightly before once you give him permission, he’s floating on cloud fucking nine. “fuh—fuckk,” he breathes, melting into a puddle once you take the time to plant a kiss near the bridge of his nose where his darkened scar remained. it shot up, arose— and it was so much. his heart pounds, a rapid heart beats through his ear before finally, he finishes.

thick velvety ropes pour right into your womb— it shoots out in such a hot way that you’re spasming, you feel each spurt and you hug him tightly. “make me feel s-so good, princess,” he pants, entirely out of breath. he’s shaking underneath you, lip quivering from the way his cum slowly but surely fills you up to the brim. your pussy’s flooded, sweltering with nothing but the hefty amounts of his cum before he bites into your neck softly. “thank you, t-thank you.”

“what for, baby?” you mutter in a hushed tone, watching as he brings his head back up to look at you with sweet droopy eyes.

choso shivers, your words only making him ten times more hard as he pulses inside of you still.

“for . . for making me a messy boy,” and he swallows, eyes closing for a brief second. “fine. fine,” and your eyebrows furrow at what he means before he whimpers into your neck, gentle breath bristling against your skin. “i . . . a-admit it, ‘m your good boy,” he moans, a hand grabbing your ass for the umpteenth time before he sheepishly huffs. “can— can we do that again though? pretty please?”

Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.

Jumpscare.

Could you possibly write something about cuddling with Reigen? Just something really fluffy and sweet 🥺

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. Reigen Arataka x GN! Reader ⤸ SFW. No pronouns used. Cuddlin' :3

"Mmmmnnnn... Mmph?"

Pat. Pat. Pat. Patpatpatpatpat. Reigen's palm lands flatly on the pillow with each attempt.

That's the sound of a man, still so groggy he hasn't wiped the sleep from his eyes, searching for his partner (in bed): you. His blond brows furrow, elevens between them as he fights the daytime. What's the point of getting up if you're not - Oh.

The futon creaks - it hasn't aged as gracefully as he has - when you crawl back to his side.

"Mnn, you up?" You yawn, quickly scooped into Reigen's arms before you can finish exhaling. Your laughs are buried in his embrace and it doesn't sound like he's going to let you go anytime soon.

"Yeah... But let's stay in for a bit."