Tahojiki - Ara !

TW: Violence, blood

What if B-127 was a little more annoying, and talked a little bit too much?

Part 2 of the "Mute B-127 AU", where I torture our little boy because he didn't get enough attention in the movie :3

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Happy birthday to my beloved Tamaki ♡

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hey. no. maybe we could talk about it?

Dilf Toji fucks you nice and slow when you’re done putting Megumi down for bed. He wants to thank you for being so good to him and his son. As a single dad it gets hard so when you came into the picture offering your services it was hard to deny such a genuine offer. You’re so good to Megumi, gentle, kind and patient. Toji can’t help the growing bulge in his pants when he sees you being such a strong mother figure. He has to show you his gratitude. The best way he can do that is by having you in a mating press so he can fuck you nice and deep. 

“You like that?” his voice is a soft hum. 

You feel dizzy. His cock feels so deep. He’s stretching you out more than ever before. You call out his name in a soft whimper.

“Yeah? I’m right here doll don't worry I’m not going anywhere” he groans.

Toji’s obsessed with the way you look taking his cock. Your hole looks so perfect clenching, barely able to fit all of him. You look so full, Toji can’t help but imagine how full you would look with his cum drooling out of you. He has to see it. He’s determined to fuck you full of his cum. His cock plunges in and out of you creating a pattern. Your moans fall past your lips making a tune Toji never wants to forget. 

“That’s it, good girl, say my name” you sound so pretty to him. “Tell me who fucks you this good, say it , tell me no one can make you shake like this, no one can fill this pussy up the way i can”

He’s never felt himself lose control like this before. There’s something about you, something that leaves him desperate for more. He craves you, desires you every waking second. The way your lips part letting pleads and moans drip off your tongue has him losing his mind. He can’t get enough of you. He knows he should be quiet but the way your cunt feels squeezing him so tight he thinks he just might lose his mind. “That feel good baby? Yeah I know” he coos “I’m gonna fuck you so full” his pace is picking up speed. 

His mind is practically blank thinking of how he wants to fill you to the brim with his cum. No that’s not enough he needs to give you every last drop he has. 

“You need my cum don’t you” he’s desperate to hear you say it. He’s practically begging to hear you asking for his cum. Tell him how much you want his babies. He can make you a mommy. Don’t you want him to make you a mommy?

“Our baby is gonna be so beautiful” he whispers. He isn’t sure if you can hear him but he doesn’t mind as long as you’re still losing your mind calling out his name. 

“That’s right” he growls “Say my name while I fuck a baby into you”

His hand push your thighs further down so he can reach deeper. The way he drags his cock past you slick walls has you shaking. Your words come out slurred. 

“It’s too big” you whine as he goes deeper

“No no you can take it.” he bites he lips continuing his long deep strokes. He knows you can take it. Your eyes roll back when he begins grinding his hips into you. He knows he’s hit the spot he’s been searching for. 

“There she is” he chuckles. 

You can barely contain the moans now. Your body is shaking uncontrollably. 

“Please” you gasp “S-slow down, I’m gonna make a mess” you cry.

Toji loves the sound of that. He thrust pick up speed, fucking into you even harder. 

“That’s it, just like that, make a mess on my cock.”

He’s desperately chasing after his own orgasm. He wants to cum with you. His thrust are sloppy. He’s moaning your name pleading for you to cum for him. 

“Cum-fuck Now” he demands. 

You can’t help the juices the splatter against his abs as he fucks his load into you. The two of you are a moaning mess. You ramble incoherent words paired with his name. His eyes are glued on the sticky mess between the two of you. The squelching sounds of his cock fucking his cum back in fill the room. 

“What a pretty sight this is. I hope it’s a girl” he moans “She’ll have your eyes” 

You can barely give him a reply to focused on the way his cock is still plunging in and out. 

“It’s too much” you slur.

“No baby it’s not enough” he groans “I gotta make sure this tummy is full of my cum. One more just one more okay”

Toji has plans on fucking way more than just one more load into you. He has to fuck you full until he’s sure of it you’ll be the one carrying Megumi’s little sister.

Got any good NSFW headcanons/scenarios for Grimmjow rolling around in your noggin? Thank you for your service to our society!

Yes! Yes I do! I know I’m late for his birthday, but I showed up and I don’t think he gets to ask for more. 😌

Features: SMUT, 18+ content, pain play, blood, kitty bites and scratches brrr, possessive grimmy, gender neutral.

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ:

He always leave marks. Long scratches that spill blood—deep bruises that take weeks to lighten—solid bites that break skin on impact.

The first appeal is immediate: his violently wrought desire forcing you to react. Flipping you, seeing drying blood smeared over your back from brutal lines dug into your flesh, dilates his pupils. His nails whisper down the broken skin and your pained cries make his cock bob toward his stomach before its heft weighs it down again.

Grimmjow gathers your lower body with the might of his arms and pushes into you, his tongue following the angry, red lines his claws forged. Whether loud or muted, your cries and squirming body urge him to pin you down. To take his claim.

His hands bruise at your hips and the soft give of your stomach, shifting where it best secured his hold. If you attempt to move from under him, he pushes you down with the palm of one hand digging into your savaged back.

He is unrelenting and raw like this, attempting to carve his hold on you with every mark. The rhythm of his thrusting is nonsensical and shallow. His grin is wide when his coaxing works. Whether begging with words or by the desperate push of your ass against each incoming stroke, the useless circling of your hips, it makes him purr.

Falling over your body, his abs tense and shiver, flush against your flesh. The drag of his hard stomach on your ruined back as he deepens each thrust tinges your heady squeezes with a sting. How delicious it feels. To feel him so deep beneath your skin that it pains you.

He presses his teeth, sliding and teasing at your shoulder. The pressure is light, a weight easily missed among the waves of pleasure he’s pounding into you. Even the drool dripping down your skin, from within the cage of his teeth, is lost to you.

Cheek rubbing against your neck, he encourages you, voice raspy. “Ya gonna claim me with that eager little hole or what?”

Aaah yes, you think, melting despite your coiled body.

Because what good is his claim if you don’t return it in kind? There are lines striping his back, if less brutal. And his cock, the thick middle especially, is in the beautiful grip —almost bruising in its intensity.

Limbs shaking with the rising onslaught of pleasure, your mind is filled with him as fully as he covers you. Grimmjow is yours. You possess each other. Only. Always.

His teeth tighten against the thin barrier of your flesh the moment you spill over the edge, your hold molding his cock with you as you choke on the entangling euphoria and pain. Grimmjow sucks and licks at the hot, copper of your blood mindlessly. It flows from teeth marked skin, broken by the force of his pleasure snapping his jaw shut.

The feel of your blood in his mouth is like knowing you—like tasting the heart of you. Your pulse thrums for him and your love, thick and red, is smeared on his lips even before you move to kiss him.

soft gojo meeting his newborn hc, pleaaasee??

｡.*｡☆ﾟ 🕰️ 11.10 p.m

soft dad!gojo drove me to have another baby fever for the ntn time. you just have to put this idea in my head don’t you dear anon, and right after i stumbled into the above pic in pinterest too🤧

a part of gojo's love entries

the thing was so tiny, precious and squishy. it fit right in his hands, so red and fragile, almost like a toy—

only it was not. it was a real, living baby. his son, partly made by his own flesh and blood—his to protect.

“hello to you, my little minion,” satoru whispered to his newborn, wonderstruck by the sight of this small but clearly alive being. his eyes glazed, his fingers delicately tracing the baby's face, body, and tiny feet. “i’m your dad, yeah?”

his own soft voice sounded foreign to him. but at this moment, as he was utterly mesmerized by the sight of little human that just came out of you, his beloved wife, he couldn’t care less.

he had always imagined how his brat would look like. he even joked with you about how he’d get his good looks—and heck, the gods did hear him and this baby in his arms was the most handsome baby he had ever seen, blessed with his white hair and softest skin, as well as the rosiest cheeks.

his only dismay was that he also inherited the bluest of eyes, the curse in his family line.

well, but that’s a problem for another day.

he settled his newborn into the hospital's nursery crib, and nudged his pudgy cheeks once again. not even half a day had passed since he was born, and gojo satoru had developed a severe cuteness aggression for his son. he swore he’d spoil him rotten, shower him love he never truly experienced from his own parents, and of course, keep him safe.

with his heart full, he left the baby as he slept, and went back to your room.

in the very same predicament as your baby, you were still fast asleep. you were visibly exhausted, your hair was a tangled mess, and there was a line of dried blood along your lips—caused by accidentally biting them too hard earlier, during your labor pains.

even in the state of disarray, satoru still thought you looked ethereal, too good for him.

he ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing them, and he regretted it when your face scrunched up and your eyes fluttered open. “…hmm? satoru?”

“hey, sweets. how are you feeling?”

“i still feel like being split into two… but yeah, i’ll manage.”

“shush, of course. you feel that way often, each time when i—”

“don’t,” you warned, glaring at him. “i just birthed your heir, gojo satoru. don’t even start.”

satoru burst into a laugh so hearty and he realized he truly loved this dynamics with you. and that he was grateful for you.

he wanted to thank you for all that you had done for him. for returning his feelings. for marrying him. for going through that pain to bring his son to the world—

and most of all, for still being here. for staying alive to live another day with him.

“i saw him just now. our baby is perfect.”

“really? i want to meet him too…”

“soon, dear. when you’re a little better, i’ll take you to him.”

but he wasn’t the best with words. and so even if he were to pour his heart out, everything would be condensed into this one sentence.

you were excited at the prospect of meeting your baby, when suddenly satoru leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“i love you so damn much… you know?”

since im a bit burnt-out lately and dont feel like rendering at all - im trying out a new doodle artstyle with grimmulqui... and well, what do i say...

im cringe but im free

get voided idiot

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