Imagine Cowboy Osamu Doting On You And Absolutely Spoiling You, Buying You Drinks And Trinkets, All In

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ being wrapped in your arms feels like coming home ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

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notes: here is a little drabble in honor of toji’s birthday! this piece was originally titled as “adoration” but I changed it to this instead. I’m taking a small posting break, but I’ll be back to my regular schedule within a week! I’m sorry if I haven’t been responding to tags or messages, but I will do so soon <3 I hope you’re all having a wonderful time and I’m sending all my well wishes out to you! xo

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: widow toji; age gap (reader is 30 while toji is in his early 40s); a little angsty; toji attempting to break up with you but failing because he’s oh so in love

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long distance relationship tobio who unconsciously releases pent-up sexual frustration by exercising more, so every time you see him he's in unbelievably good shape. sculpted by the hands of god, cover of a fitness magazine, turning heads in the street kind of good shape. this in turn results in you not being able keep your hands off of him, and therefore you spend practically your entire limited visit together fucking, which means when he goes back to work he's sexually frustrated. rinse repeat

idea from this tweet

this is canon.

240701 / @ PANG!

I was late for sunburn meme but consider-

(meanwhile Neuvi wondering where his lumitoiles went...)

BAD HABIT - YAKUZA!SUNA x ESCORT!READER - MASTERLIST

18+ NSFW - MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT tags: drabble series, suna rintarou/f!reader, tw sex work, organized crime!au, explicit content related to prev tags will be present, please read the tags on each part.

bad habit - 1k - you criticize suna for his bad habit, but you're not really in any position to judge.

a room with a view - 2.7k - a change in schedule is met with a change in scenery, too. home is where the heart is, etc.

who? - 2.9k - PREQUEL - a very important guest is paying an unexpected visit to the club, but you're determined not to make that your problem.

her - 2.3k - PREQUEL P.2 - it's your problem.

two-faced - 2.3k - set in the morning after part 2 - a wake up call you aren't anywhere close to being appropriately dressed for.

go - 2k - atsumu starts a fight with suna, but kita is the one who ends it.

... tbc

bonus bits - #1

i think satoru would be mildly irritated if you turn out to be good at giving blowjobs when you suck him off for the very first time because it only means that someone else taught you before him and it fills him with murderous intent to the point where he can’t even finish bc he’s so pissed but it’s going to get you so fucked later out of pure jealousy and frustration that he can’t change the past

cw: they’re horny n fingers in yn’s mouth lol

there would be times when bakugou’s cooking and he’d ask if you wanna taste the sauce. dipping the tip of his finger in and offering it to your lips.

you accept. sucking his fingers longer than necessary, swirling your tongue around and gazing at him with round doe eyes. so innocent. but he knows what you’re like, causing him to pinch your side and roughly yank his fingers out.

he turns back to the pot to stir, red in the cheeks and body stiff.

“‘m just tryna cook for you ‘nd you’re actin’ all horny in my kitchen.”

then there would be times when he’d offer you a taste of the sauce on his fingers, you giving a quick kitten lick before he twists his wrist around so the pads of his fingers swipe along your tongue, hitting the back of your throat. both your hands go to hold at his wrist at the unexpected movement, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“d’you like that baby? d’you like when i give you a taste?”

and you nod.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ the dim light of the room flickered, shadows dancing along the walls as megumi’s body pressed you into the bed with a force that was raw and searing, his every movement deliberate, sharp, and soaked in frustration. he was grinding deep, his cock buried to the hilt, your slick walls gripping him like a vice, milking him with an obscene tightness that had him teetering on the edge of losing control.

“god—damn it,” he hissed, his voice laced with a mixture of irritation and desperation as he paused mid-thrust, head hanging low with his jet-black bangs plastered to his sweat-slicked forehead. his glossy lips curled in something between a snarl and a groan as your walls fluttered around him again, sucking him deeper in reflex. “i fucking can’t with you—you disgust me. s-so pathetic."

your answer was a high-pitched, breathless moan that spilled out before you could stop it, the sound breaking free from your throat like you didn’t care how sensitive he already was. it made his cock twitch violently inside you, and his patience, already razor-thin, snapped.

“shut up,” he growled, leaning forward to clamp a hand over your mouth. his palm was rough, firm, pressing down just enough to muffle your sounds but not stop your ragged breaths. “i mean it—shut the fuck up. if you keep making those fucking noises—" his sentence broke off into a sharp groan, his head dropping to the crook of your neck as his hips started to move again, almost against his will. "—you’re gonna make me cum. is that what you want? for me to bust early like some idiot just because you can’t stop moaning like a slut?”

you couldn’t help it; his frustration sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through your body, making your back arch into him, your cunt clenching involuntarily around his cock again. the way you wrapped around him, the wet, obscene squelch of every thrust, the way your body seemed designed to wring him dry—it was driving him fucking insane. he didn’t even realize his free hand had moved to lock around your throat, pulling you into a loose, rough headlock. it wasn’t tight, but it was possessive, controlling, the flex of his arm telling you exactly who had the upper hand even as he muttered curses under his breath about how you were ruining him.

“you don’t get it, do you?” he said through gritted teeth, his words rasping against your ear as his thrusts picked up again, harder, angrier. his balls slapped against you, heavy, full, and growing tighter with every second. his voice dropped lower, a dangerous edge to it that sent shivers rippling through your overheated body. “every fucking time you moan—every fucking time—i can feel it. you think i don’t notice how my cock twitches when you do that? how close you get me? you’re—fuck—you’re so wet, it’s disgusting.”

he buried himself even deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars, his words paired with the relentless pace pushing you closer to the brink. but when another helpless moan escaped your throat, muffled beneath his hand, his control snapped completely.

“god, shut up,” he barked, his voice shaking with barely restrained need as his arm tightened just enough to send a thrill racing through you. his cock throbbed inside you, every vein pulsing, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he tried to stave off the inevitable. “i can’t if you keep making those noises—i swear to fucking god, you’re going to make me—fuck—”

but you couldn’t stop yourself, and neither could he.

inspired by the gq heatstroke shoot. it's a hot gojo summer, 18+ mdni.

contrary to popular belief, gojo satoru is still prone to nasty sunburns. his infinity can only go so far, unfortunately.

as his assistant and very reluctant friend, you've chided him many times over about the importance of sunscreen but he simply tunes you out while he sprawls across your lap so you can lather aloe vera over his toned and inflamed back after his mid-afternoon runs. you think it might be an ego thing—running through the streets of tokyo in the tiniest little shorts and a cropped tank that flatters years of hard work cultivating the strongest sorcerer in the world.

"keep it comin' sweetheart, that's it," satoru sighs as your fingers work diligently over hard muscle, sweat slicked skin, and tan lines while satoru innocently sucks on a watermelon popsickle. you hear the wet smack of his lips and you don't even have to look to know he's smiling wickedly, like a petulant little child.

when he turns over in your lap prematurely, you shriek, the cold fluids smearing against your brand new pencil skirt. instead of acknowledging your annoyance, he merely pouts, taking one of your hands to lead them to his collarbone, cherubic and aching. "you have to get my whole body with this stuff, ya know. 'm not just hurting back there."

you narrow your eyes. spoiled rotten, audacious, and fluttering his white lashes at you, wondering whatever you will do next.

there's a couple of options available, you muse. you could formally file for your resignation and promptly push him over so that he can land on the unforgiving wooden floors, or⸻

satoru's making the most delicious, little sounds on your lap, his whines falling deaf over your ears as you pump his cock with the aloe vera that's cool to the touch, his eyebrows furrowing as he gets lost in the sensation, rutting his hips up to meet your thrusts. "oh fuck, oh god, doin' so good, sweetheart, don't stop!"

he drools, he whines, and he cums so prettily, white streaks staining your pencil skirt further. you're going to bill it to him, he already knows, but he can't really find it in him to give a shit as your hands soothingly run over his pink, overheated skin.

oh, how he loves summer.