⌕ Dungeon Meshi - Laios.

I have finals coming up in literally 2 days (my math class makes me want to go live in the woods), but obligatory HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYOJURO RENGOKU! I will celebrate more for him later.

Love you that little silly UMAI guy.

Kiss Drought

Jealous Aizawa smut + possessiveness

NSFW!! Please note y/n is of age here!!

wc: 3.9k

Since my last Aizawa post is my most successful one (I am happily surprised) it only made sense to make my first smutty post for him 🤤

Perched on a barstool playing with the straw in your drink, you were waiting for your date to show. Being late wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for Shouta Aizawa but you were missing him badly tonight. Impatient since you hadn’t been able to see him for a few days. Somehow you’d convinced him to join you for a night out at this bar. You’d spent hours getting ready out of pure excitement. Putting on your sluttiest dress and lingerie to make it worth his while.

You settled yourself at the end of the bar, secluded where the lights didn’t reach and few people were. Aizawa hated being in the spotlights. Excited to see if you all done up for him had the intended effect, your eyes were glued to the door. Your hopes getting crushed every time another person walked in that wasn’t him.

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Dad!Choso Headcanon MDNI

Papa!Choso

He definitely didn’t even think he could reproduce. Much less get you pregnant within the first year of his existence. He thought that the reproduction of curses was only something his mother could do, not a hereditary trait.

So he ran away with you. Far away to the country side of Japan. Leaving all of the chaos of what was happening in the jujutsu world behind because it wasn't his world anymore. It was you and the little life growing inside you.

You both changed your last names. Hid that you two knew or were a part of the jujutsu world. Your lives were completely turned upside down to ensure this baby had a chance. That your family had a chance.

Choso, especially, did everything he could to ensure your safety. You were not going to meet Choso's mother's same fate, and he would be damned if his children met the same fate as him and his brothers.

This was going to be different. This family was going to be his and his alone to take care of. To protect.

He was no longer “older brother” first; he was “papa” first and an older brother second. Regardless, he was still the leader of his family. Nothing was more important to him than family.

Dad!Choso is more affectionately addressed as Papa!Choso

When he got you pregnant, the only name he used to address you was "mama." Your name too when it came to more serious matters, but 90% of the time you were always "mama”.

“You feeling okay today, mama?”

“Hey mama, do you know where my hair ties are?”

“You’re glowing today, mama.”

“Fuck, you feel so good, mama.”

"Oooh, mama, let’s have another baby.”

“Fuck mama, just like that, squirt on me again.”

Pregnant!You had his mommy kink on high.

Choso is 1000% a girl dad. Never knowing a love quite as powerful as when his first daughter was born. He was hooked. He was completely devoted to the little girl in his arms, who held his entire heart.

This love resulted in five more daughters, despite the first being an absolute miracle. After his second, you and him were both sure that he was just as human as a curse, but Choso was relentless. He wanted a big family, and after you saw the way he was with your firstborn, you wanted the same thing. You had always known how wonderful a brother he was, so why would fatherhood be any different? He was perfect. Your kids were perfect, and after the 6th daughter in a row, you wanted to at least take a break from being pregnant, and Choso understood that, so naturally, your 7th child was born a year later.

A son.

Choso was the eldest brother of the cursed womb death paintings. Half human. Half curse. But when he fell in love with you and reproduced with you, his children took on a similar concept as the death paintings. All of his children were mostly humans with sorcerer abilities or maybe even curses. Who really knew? Choso's genetic makeup was as much a mystery to you as your kids were. You both were not completely sure.

Choso was no longer the eldest brother of the death paintings. He was now the father of the seven virtues.

Ren’Ai the daughter of Love

Hikaeme the daughter of Humility

Emika the daughter of Kindness

Kokumei the daughter of Diligence

Jihi the daughter of Charity

Zenshin the daughter of Temperance

Nintai the son of Patience

— ଘ(੭ ˘ ᵕ˘)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟᵕ꒳ᵕ~

I do not own the rights to Choso. I do reserve the right to the idea of Choso being the father of the 7 virtues and the 7 virtues being personified and sorcerers. Please do not steal, translate, or repost. Reblogs are appreciated ♡

Combining my two biggest fixations atm <3

Edit: bonus comic!!

— HEAD SO GOOD HE A HONOR ROLL ! +18

feat. nanami kento

warnings. explicit content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

nanami is obsessed with eating pussy and nobody can change my mind. that man eats pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. if he could, he’d stay between your legs for the rest of his life if you let him. quite literally STARVED. a true honorary honor roll member.

the second you wake up? his head is in between your thighs. you’re working from home? he’ll make you to sit on his face while you do it. you’re making dinner? best believe that man is on his knees tongue deep inside your pussy desperate to have your cream all over his face. and since you’re his pretty baby, there’s no way he’d be able to stay silent when doing so. it only makes sense that he says things like:

“my pretty baby looked so good, had to get a taste of you”

“fuck baby, this pussy is so wet. you like when i suck that clit?”

“you want me to add another finger? you’re such a dirty girl”

“c’mon sweetheart, come on my fucking tongue. give me all of it”

and one thing he does not condone is hovering. when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit on his fucking face. none of that hovering bullshit. when you complain that you’re too heavy, he grabs your hips, pulling you down onto his face, and he’ll begin grinding your hips on his tongue, exploring your dripping heat. and don’t even try to lift your hips up— it won’t work and he’ll keep you say on his face until you’ve came about 5 times.

he loves suckling on your clit while his fingers massage your walls. it gets him so fucking hard hearing your lewd moans and feeling the way you’d pull his hair. no matter how many times you claim it gets “too much,” nanami knows what you can handle. and unless you’re crying and shaking for him to stop, he’ll continue.

your spread missionary as he suckles and nibbles on your clit, his fingers fucking into you at a desperate pace, missing the taste of your cream even though he’s already had you twice today. when he hears your whines become louder and the way you start pushing him away aggressively (he fights it and continues to eat your pussy), he knows you're close. his mouth opens wide as you writhe and squirt on his tongue, watching him as he moans and grunts. his hips rock into the mattress beneath him as he fills his boxers with hot n sticky ropes of come.

“that was hot, baby” he breathes, “made me come in my pants like a teenager sweet girl, that’s what your pussy does to me.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿(𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝟭𝟴+)

~~𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿(𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆/𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀)~~

𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻. 𝗦𝗼, 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭𝟱𝟯𝟭

This situation wasn’t ideal for (Name). They stared over towards their fiery haired significant other, a deep blush spread across their own face. His purple gaze glinted with emotions of amusement and lust, permeating into a mess that would result in him fucking himself desperately into his partner later that night. But he didn’t have time for that. At least not now. 

“The state of Camelot’s affairs are-…" 

A lord of the noble folk had dragged on and on throughout his speech about how ‘Camelot is not safe from Liones’ for about 50 minutes now. His same words leaving Arthur coming to the same conclusion each time he made his point again and again and again. Whenever the King of Chaos sat round his Knights and Lords, he found himself able to slip into a state of mind that let him reflect on his mood. He’d made the solid conclusion that he was feeling quite horny, watching as the body of his partner stood up to passionately counter the point of the Lord speaking. 

The way their hips swayed, the plumpness of their lips, the arch of their nose, the glint of power in their eyes. Arthur’s lips were moistened by the swipe of his tongue along his upper lip. The King could have whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, but his partner (Name) had been alluding him for the whole day. 

That’s when they both made eye contact, alighting (Name) to bow slightly to the Lord before returning to their seat right by Arthur. His lonesome hand traveled to their shoulder, rubbing it politely. "Said well, my love…!” he smoothly chirped out. Their eyes made contact, (Name)’s wide ones contradicting his own stare. “You know…” He allowed his hand to fall to the chair, distracting the Knights to his face. The moment he began speaking, (Name) lulled themselves into a trance. They let their head fall to the side, allowing Arthur’s hand to rub the skin of their forearm… 

No. 

Thigh. 

No.

They lurched their head forward, catching the attention of the room as Arthur’s fingers danced along their abdomen. “What’s wrong my love?” He whispered towards them, the whole room concerned at (Name)’s sudden mood change. An electric feeling tickled throughout their body, crossing their legs to stop Arthur from doing just what they suspected the King to be up to. Arthur leaned towards (Name), imploring once more. “I-I’m fine…” They stuttered, muttering out in an annoyed manner,

 "Just sleepy. Had a long day. Continue please with your speaking…“ 

"Very well then…That’s all I have to say. Continue Lord Agravaine.” 

The lord froze, coming to face his King who’s face twisted into that of a darkened beast, "But do not take up much of my time. You’ve been rambling for the last hour. Get to the point so we may leave and not continue to hear your nonsense. If you do, I will have you split open in two and left out on a pike to rot whilst the creatures of Camelot *feast on your flesh. You wouldn’t like that now would you….?" 

"N-No your Majesty!” As Arthur had said that, his eyes flickered. It was a great distraction to lead into his plan. (Name)’s thighs were pried apart by cold stone hands which popped out of the chair’s legs. They held firmly onto their thighs, despite (Name)’s subtle attempts to not get the attention of the Holy Knights and nobility around them. 

During Arthur’s threat, a gaze flickered towards (Name). “I didn’t think so, but you have no choice but to obey me. So, next time that you don’t comply, I will just have to follow through.” The twirl of his fingers caused the stone hands to tighten slightly. The drop of Arthur’s fingers didn’t indicate them to loosen. Instead, they stayed the same. And the speech continued, prompting Arthur to continue to caress the sides of (Name)’s exposed thighs. His fingers flittered along their skin, receiving a pleasant inhale of pleasure from his partner.

Being restrained was a normal part of their intimacies with Arthur, usually bound by different horrifying objects. A memory flittered into their mind of a similar situation in which Arthur had their hands tied behind their back with a twisted rope of eyes and muscled flesh. Their face stuffed into the pillow, exposing their ass to the air, and feeling Arthur’s dick drive into them at a rough pace. There was nothing but the sounds of their own muffled moans, the slapping of hips against ass, Arthur’s deep pants and occasional broken half moans of pleasure. He’d always have his tongue barely exiting his mouth before he reached his finishing point. 

But…. 

Even if he was a rough lover, he always sought for consent. His hand slipped near (Name)’s plump inner thigh, feeling along the smooth surface. (Name)’s breath hitched, slightly jolting from the touch of his warm hand up against their cold thigh. He stopped, hands caressing the side of their thigh for a sign of consent. Arthur leaned the other way, eyes meeting (Name)’s with eyebrows quirking. When given a nod, Arthur’s fingers dipped past the fabric of (Name)’s underwear. Arthur’s fingers would occasionally stray deeper within (Name)’s inner thighs, until his fingertips just barely stroked against their folds, withdrawing again to caress her thighs. (Name), trying to regulate their breathing, went back to trying to concentrate on the words of this man speaking. He stuttered, afraid of Arthur’s harsh gaze, whilst not noticing Arthur’s fingers rubbing expertly against his partner’s entrance.

 His palm pressed up against (Name)’s clothed entrance, beginning to grind his hand into their folds. Right as Arthur’s attention was caught by the minister, their free hand joined Arthur to set a motion with his grinding palm. Nevertheless, he was taken aback by his partner’s sudden enthusiasm to get off. Rubbing along faster with his motions, he switched his flat palm to grind his knuckles.

It occasionally ground against their clit, causing (Name) to jolt their fingers forward. A choking half moan came out of (Name), quickly correcting themselves by apologizing for their allergies. The Knights brushed it off, amusing Arthur further to push his fingers past (Name)’s fabric and feel along their sticky lubricated entrance. Continuing for several moments, eventually Arthur’s fingers gently parting their folds for him. His fingers dipped down and went into (Name)’s entrance. Their eyes closed shut, trying to focus on the words that were now fading. All they could continue to do is focus on the way Arthur’s middle finger slowly worked into their entrance. He pressed his fingers up into them until his knuckle was pressed up against their entrance. They gripped the sides of their seats, the whites of their knuckles showing. A few deep inhales and exhales came from (Name), accepting the fullness of Arthur’s thick finger. 

“This is…boring…- What did I tell you, Lord (Insert Here)? You’re not amusing me anymore with your rambling…" 

Letting out a huff of frustration, Arthur curled his fingers inside of (Name). Their hand wrapped around Arthur’s wrist as he abruptly added another finger, working into their folds even more. The tight grip around their wrist did not even discourage Arthur from his quest to get his partner off. His thumb pressed and toyed with their clit; the rest of his fingers stroked smooth, rotating motions into their folds as his middle finger relentlessly curled and pumped into them. Arthur was obviously getting off on the way (Name) gripped onto his wrist and their other hand on their stone armrest. Their thighs fought to close, involuntarily wanting to let their knees buckle. Moments and moments passed before they felt an arousal build up rather quickly. Before they were able to address it, Arthur’s fingers fastened whilst he was speaking to this man across the room.

"I should really just…" 

Arthur felt himself begin to get angry, feeling his partner tighten against his fingers. Suddenly, before they could release, Arthur withdrew his fingers from their entrance and wiped their arousal off of his fingers. 

"Just…go. This meeting is dismissed. Now…” The empty feeling left (Name) to silently whine. An unwelcoming feeling filled them, the stone hands releasing their thighs. The knights filed out of the room, leaving Arthur with their partner in the room. It took a few moments, but then Arthur smiled. 

“What?…Is my love needing me?” Arthur mused over towards (Name), their thighs trembling from the experience. They whined, trying to adjust themselves. Having not noticed their face earlier, Arthur was taken aback by how delicious they appeared. Their face had a deep blush around the cheek area. “We can continue this later…” He slapped his hand down on his thigh, allowing himself to stand up. 

“Meet me in my room in 15 minutes. I expect you naked and needy for my cock by the time I come back.” “Arthur I-” They were cut off by Arthur grabbing onto their chin. His thumb barely went past their plump lips, almost asking them to suck or bite on it. 

“Shh my darling….Your king commands it.” Want a part 2???????

Reminder that you're actually interesting. Your hobbies are interesting, your interests are interesting, you are important and loveable and people appreciate you. You're just a loveable, interesting person.

SHOWING THEM YOUR SMEXY DANCEY DANCE

Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Yuki, Choso, Ino, Kento, Shoko, Sukuna, Utahime, Uraume, & Hajime Summary: You've been practicing a lil dance to the song WAP, and you decide to treat your lover with the vid CW: suggestivenesssssss, some sillinessssss A/N: request complete! I hope you enjoyy :3 sukuna's had me giggling

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Hi flamey! I love how much you love Kyojuro because same.

Do you think he has any sexual quirks? Like a habit or anything unusual he does during sex?

He definitely has habits!

Like how he kisses you constantly throughout. The only time his lips get to rest are the few seconds he takes to shift positions, otherwise they're locked on you; your lips, your neck, chest, palm of your hand, wrist, inner thigh...

And the way he checks in, no matter your dynamic with him. Like this? Does that feel good? Am I doing right? Am I doing well for you?

Or how during the throes of his orgasm he winds his arms tight around you and holds you as close as he can, pressing his face into your shoulder. He just wants to be near to you.

And then he thanks you, every time, without fail, all sleepy and rosy-cheeked, soft and warm as he gazes at you through half-closed golden eyes.