Men Who Eat You Out Like They Have Been Starving For A Millennia, Who Eat It Like Madmen, Your Juices

men who eat you out like they have been starving for a millennia, who eat it like madmen, your juices all over his chin, even after you finish multiple times, even when you writhe and squirm, trying to escape the relentless treatment of his experienced tongue, he doesn’t stop, ever. As he stakes his claim over you, and you let him, because it’s just too good not to, mindlessly submitting your body, your very being to him.

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SUGURU GETO!!! eren, jean, satoru, nanami, dazai, chūya, tengen, KYOJURO , douma, sanemi, sanji, shanks, sully

・✶ ｡ﾟ mikey finds himself getting impatient when it comes to you.

♱ warnings — f!reader, solo masturbation, he uses your panties, basically he’s just waiting on you coming home and you do.

♱ note — a little something for manjiro since i’ve been all up in my feels and loving the sano brothers <3

you’re taking too long, mikey grumbles in thought before his lips jut into a pout, giving his cock a few shallow pumps as he sits with his back resting against the headboard of your bed.

you’d just left to go to the convenience store, but you looked so pretty and he’d missed you today. “couldnt that wait till later, hnnn—need you now.” he hisses through his teeth and his words feel like they vibrate against the walls of the empty bedroom as his thighs tremble.

he swipes his thumb along the beads of precum along the tip, smearing them along the sensitive shaft followed by a few lazy, languid pumps as his blonde bangs hang messy over his flushed cheeks.

mikey’s skin feels sticky as he continues his rough strokes, letting his head rest back against the surface behind him as his eyes gloss over and flutter closed, not being able to control the way his mind immediately goes to you — how pretty you looked before you left and how warm your skin feels against his, making his hips buck as the head of his cock glistens and disappears into his fist.

“no fair.” he grumbles, clenching his jaw as he remembers how pretty manjiro sounds when it pours from your lips in pretty pants, tone dreamy and honeyed everytime you moan for him — he wants to hear it now.

mikey pumps his cock sloppily as he’s reduced to shameless grunts, squeezing around the sensitive nerves as he tries to mimic the way your pussy would squeeze around him when he sinks up into you. but nothing will ever come close to feeling as good as you do, and the realisation makes him huff—pushing through those thoughts as he twists his hand around his cock.

he even wishes it was your hand wrapped around the base instead as he forms a tight circle around the pink glands and squeezes again, letting his lips part to sound out a low drawl of your name as his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock.

the squelching noises only seem to grow louder and his toes curl from where he’s digging his heels into the mattress, losing himself in the thought of you and fuck—he really needs you right now.

mikey’s technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips while his free hand twists in his hair, hushed groans falling from his lips when he tugs at the roots just like you do as his tongue flicks out to drag along his lips. he’s close, but he needs you.

“manjiro?” you hum from your place suddenly stood in the doorway, starry-eyed as you blink at your boyfriend who only falls wordless as he shoots you a carefully blank look, like you hadn’t just walked in on him on the brink of an orgasm.

“you were taking too long.” mikey hums, voice carefully neutral but despite the breathless undertone it carries, it sounds like he’s just having regular conversation when he lets his fingers unravel from their place around his cock.

“you couldn’t wait ten minutes?” you ask again, cheeky smile in place this time at the sight of the invincible mikey looking so needy and fucked out waiting for you, and it only tugs wider when your expression makes an adorable frown flash across your boyfriends pretty, flushed features. but you still hear him huff out a laugh with his next breath.

“hey.. quit staring. aren’t you gonna help me?” 

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content: gn!reader. tattoos & body marking. mikey: biting, slapping, fingering. rindou: mentions of leashing, exhibitionism. sanzu: multiple orgasms, raw sex. hanma: throat fucking, possessive behavior. nahoya: dacryphilia, overstimulation. dom!chara & sub!reader.

ft: mikey, rindou, sanzu, hanma & nahoya. — . ｡˚ ♡ you get a new tattoo, and they show you how they like it.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° MIKEY walks out of the bathroom and into your shared room, weariness still profound in the bags under his eyes despite the shower he'd just taken, and sees that you've woken up while he was still in the bathroom.

"g'morning." you mutter, pushing away the blankets spread over the sheets as you stretch - and when the hem of your shirt slides up to reveal your lower waist, he notices something dark and curved traced across your skin.

"what's that?" he asks softly, eyes fixed onto the mark, and you sleepily follow his gaze to the tattoo you'd just gotten yesterday. "oh, yeah. i was waiting to show you, but you got home so late. i forgot." you mumble, lifting your shirt up and sliding your pants down a little to show off the ink drawn across the right side of your pelvis, placed at the dip of your hip.

"i got your initials tattooed on me. see?" you don't see the way mikey's eyes widen and flash as he takes in the sight, until he's all of a sudden walking over and grabbing you by the ankles, pulling you in one swift jerk to the foot of the bed.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"mikey — mikey!" you cry out when he pauses his kissing and bites you where his initials are inked on your skin, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh, tongue warm and wet as he licks at you like he's trying to eat it.

his fingers curl into you, pumping in and out of your hole almost too fast for you to take, and it draws moan after moan from you, driving you to your high too quickly — for fuck's sake, you just woke up.

your knees instinctively try to knock together, and he hooks your leg over his shoulder and bites at your tattoo again, letting out a grunt as he pulls his fingers out to slap your thigh, a voiceless order for you to spread yourself out and lay there the way he wants.

"mikey," you beg, as he shoves his fingers back into your hole, making you clench around him. "manjiro, the tattoo isn't healed yet, i just — haah, got it yesterday—"

he cuts you off with another harsh slap, white hair swishing across his face as he glances up at you. you see it now, the way his eyes seem even darker, but also so full of hunger.

"shut up." he growls, licking harshly at the flushed skin of your tattoo. "you're mine, you hear me? mine." if you'd known that getting his initials written down on your body would result in such a reaction from him, you would have gotten it done much, much sooner.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° RINDOU notices the new tattoo you've got, ink curved neatly at the middle of your lower back, just over the dimples that flex as you step out of the pool, water trailing from your body as you stand up and walk over to the table where you left your drink.

he doesn't pay much attention to it at first, because you've got a few tattoos already, so what's one more? and he continues his conversation with ran and kokonoi, complaining together about how the party was dragging on too long, and that it wasn't nearly as lively as the party bonten hosted last month.

then he thinks, wait— and when he looks back at you, looks at your new tattoo again, he realizes that it's his name - or rather, his initials. you take a sip from your glass, finally turning to him and giving him a small wave as you put it back down.

the tattoo is prettily done in calligraphy, but his eye twitches as he locks gazes with you, because there's just one problem. "be right back." he says to ran and koko, before stalking off towards you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀pressing you against the wall, he leans in, breath hot and slow over the still-damp skin of your neck. he places a hand on your back, pushing you flush against the wall and running a thumb over the tattoo that's just over the rise of your ass.

"tell me," he says, voice low and right in your ear. "what did you think, when you got my initials tattooed on your body?" you shiver, unsure of how to answer him, and he offers you his own. "did you consider that perhaps, someone else may have the same initials as me?"

and you realize it immediately, that while you're with haitani rindou, there's also his older brother, haitani ran.

but it's a little too late for that now, isn't it?

"rin," you murmer, as the hand at your back pushes harder. "fuck, i didn't think about that—" he snorts, and drops his hand from where it was at your back, to between your legs, and you flinch at the sudden contact.

"yeah, i know you didn't. we'll have to make amends now, though - if i mark you up all over and have you leashed at my side, then it'll be clear who owns you, huh?" as if to prove his point, he latches his mouth onto the side of your throat, fingers between your legs going to dig into you, and lets out a muffled laugh at the way you try to stifle your moan. "and if they see us here, then it'll be even clearer, don't you agree?"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° SANZU remembers suggesting it to you at one point - to tattoo his initials somewhere on your body.

but he hadn't expected you to actually follow through, so when you come to him one night, and show him his initials written out in fresh, deep black on the back of both your thighs, he's shocked.

"c'mere, baby, let me see." he murmurs, alienly quiet, and you walk over to where he's sitting and turn around to let him eye the calligraphy traced on your skin.

he grips your waist and turns you around a little, admiring the handiwork in different angles, before he pulls you around to face him and gives you a wide, gleeful smile. "you know what this means?"

he doesn't wait for you to reply, instead grabbing you by the back of your thighs, fingers squeezing the flesh where his initials are printed onto and pulling you onto his lap. "it means you're all fuckin' mine now, and you can't take it back."

⠀⠀⠀⠀sanzu doesn't let you off — every time you try to pull back, he drags you right back in, and hisses whenever you try to climb off of him, grabbing you by the thighs, digging his nails into the skin around your tattoos and making you cry out against the sloppy, open-mouthed kisses he's giving you.

"i love you," he says under his breath, cock leaking into you as he bounces you on it, movements erratic and wild - and you think you've cum twice, thrice now but he's not done.

"i love you, baby, i love you—" he lets out a moan, throwing his head back, and pushes you so hard onto his cock your eyes roll back with the jolt it sends through your nerves.

"ha-haru, i love you too—" he takes your mouth in his, eating up your words and the whimpers you let out as one of his hands slide over to toy at your sensitive spots, throwing stars into your vision. he grips the back of your left thigh and locks eyes with you, looking delighted.

"then cum with me, baby! cum with me!" you nod almost mindlessly - he says it like you have a choice, but he's already sending you rolling into your next high, and then he hits it too, spilling thick seed into you while still thrusting in and out, making it drip out between your legs.

"yeah, take it all, baby!" he groans, holding you close. "fuck, take it!"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° HANMA laughs when you pull down your lower lip to show him how you've gotten his initials tattooed onto the inside of it, soft pink flesh adorned with bold black.

it looks so cute, and he knows exactly what he wants to do with your mouth now — "you have fuckin' audacity, showing that to me while we're here." he says, looking around the restaurant. "you want me to take you right here, right now, 's that it?"

he pushes your hand out of his way as he goes to grab your chin, using his thumb to pull your lip down and eye the tattoo. the gold of his gaze glints darkly as he raises it to meet your anticipating stare, and he smiles, clicks his tongue.

you know what that means, so you raise your hand and wave the waiter over and ask him for the bill. hanma slaps some amount of money onto the table and takes your arm, pulling you out of the place with him, not even caring for the change or the looks people give you as you pass.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he lets out a shaky grunt, digging his fingers into your hair and bucking his hips forward as you take his cock in your mouth, all breathy and hot with your lips around him.

"fuck, you're so good for me, huh?" he mutters as you bob your head up and down, and he just knows he's gonna cum quick, the image of his initials sitting so pretty in your mouth as you suck him off is just too hot. you hum in reply to his statement, and the feeling only sends him closer to his edge.

you're in the back of his car, still in the restaurant's parking lot, and people are walking around outside - but the windows are tinted and there's music playing - you can't care enough, because he's got your hair in his fist and all you can think of is about making him cum, because now your mouth is officially his to own and use—

"heh," he chuckles breathily. "imagine some other guy wanting to put his cock in ya mouth, and he sees that tattoo." you reach over to play with his balls as you take him as far down your throat as you can, and he stutters, but still isn't cut off 'cause he wants to say it. "fuck, not like anyone's ever gonna get close to you 'xcept me, but imagine - they'll know you belong to me."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° NAHOYA is complaining about how he's missed you so badly the entire time he was abroad, as he takes of his tie and throws his suit jacket onto the bed, but then you walk up to him, and tell him to take off the shirt you're wearing —

he grins, thinking you're just that eager to fuck him as a welcome back, but then you turn around and show him what you've been meaning to show him the entire time. "got this while you were gone, baby." you tell him, twisting your waist a little. "missed you as much as you missed me."

he's silent for a moment, as he takes in the vertical dance of black cursive down the middle of your spine, notices that those are his initials on your skin, and his everlasting smile doesn't fade as he pushes you towards the bed. "face the mirror. ass up, alright?"

the sound of his palm meeting your ass rings through the room, followed by your whining and his soft chuckle as he rubs the red mark he's left on you, and he picks up his pace— "look at you, look at how fuckin' hot you are with my name on you."

your mouth is open, not in answer but because you're trying to catch your breath, he's going so fast and every time you lose the strength in your arms to hold yourself up for him, he slaps your ass and tells you to keep looking at yourself in the mirror.

and when you do, you see the way your eyes are full of tears now, the way your eyelids are puffy and your face is so flushed, and you see the pace at which he's snapping himself in and out of you.

"'hoya, too much—" he slaps you again, rubbing the flesh to soothe the sting and leaning down to place a kiss on your back where the tattoo is. his curls brush against you as he trails another kiss, and another - and he says, breath hot with his lips on your skin, "you can take it, you're just that good for me, i know it."

then he straightens up again, and pulls you higher up against him, and he laughs at the way you moan when he thrusts into you again.

ও gojo satoru x fem!reader

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 never stops talking. even during sex. hell, he's even more talkative during sex.

and he knows that you're not as chatty as he is. especially when he's buried deep inside your cunt.

"keep talking to me or I will stop, princess." he orders, his blue eyes leaving where your two bodies are connected to meet your face.

"I..."

he raises an eyebrow, inviting you to keep going, his hands tightening around your hips to stop your body from moving. you release a cute whine and he starts rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs on your skin, a soft smile spreading across his handsome face.

"I went to the bookstore this morning and..."

you pause to let out a shaky sigh as he starts to move slowly again, dragging your hips back and forth and your hands find his shoulders to keep you balanced.

"it's okay princess, keep going, I wanna know how was your day." he coos, almost purring against your ear.

and you're too busy trying not to stutter to notice the way his bottom lip is slightly shaking, the way he removes one of his hands from your hip to grab a fistful of the sheets, his knuckles going white around the soft fabric. his cock is still lazily pumping in and out of you and his eyes close for a split second when he hears your voice crack as you try to explain in detail how your day went. gojo has always lived a life of restraint, and his sex life is no exception. he's always gentle with you because he has to, even when you ask him to be rough, he'd break you in two if he really listened. but god sometimes he desperately wants to.

he smiles at your obedience and you keep talking, your hands clutching his chest, your nails lightly scratching his skin.

"can't... please, satoru..."

you swear you just felt his cock throb inside you and you whimper when he suddenly grabs your face, his large hand covering almost half of your face.

"look at me. baby, you're so sweet, all of you is so pretty, I could keep fucking you like this forever."

you try to look away from his piercing gaze but it's no use with the way he's holding your face. he's all over you, his free hand roaming over your tits, his mouth leaving wet kisses on your neck and his cock bullying your poor pussy.

this sweet torture will last until he gets tired of your whines, which rarely happens.

18+//// missing nerd!reader and eren rn real bad…..

“shut. the. fuck. up.” eren growled in your ear slapping his palm against your mouth to mute your pathetic moans. it was no use of course you both knew good and well when he fucked you like this it was damn near impossible to stay quiet. the front of your body was pushed against the wall while eren fucked into from behind not even caring anymore if someone saw what the two of you were doing. you were supposed to be tutoring him again but of course your neediness got the best of you and that’s how you ended up here getting fucked stupid in the back of the library. “what do you think everyone would say if they found out the smartest girl in school was a slut for my dick? that i’ve fucked you completely brain dead to the point where you forget your own name? think they would believe me? probably would since everyone knows the shyest girls are the biggest whores,” he chuckled bringing a hand up to squeeze at your breasts over your button up shirt. “i bet since i gave you your first good fuck all you think about is sex huh? it’s okay baby i know you can’t help that you have such a slutty pussy, but it’s my slutty pussy now right? all mine to play with and fuck?” a wicked smile made its way onto his face when he felt your lips move against his palm but no words would come out. eren let out a low groan seeing your slick began to stain his dress pants and he should be mad but he just couldn’t—no not when you were squeezing him so damn good. you could tell eren was close by the way his hand pressed harder against your mouth and his pace had begun to turn sloppy and you were more than happy to let him fill you up and send you on your way but eren had other plans. “s-shit turn around t-turn around,” he gasped removing his dick from your pussy, jerking himself off until his cum had painted the crotch part of your pink lacy panties in pretty white streaks. eren pulled your panties up and gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead before tucking himself back in his pants making a mental note to change out of them before he left. “that was good shit y/n i’ll see you same time tomorrow? and this time wear those crotchless panties i got you ‘kay? these just get in my way,” he chuckled pulling at the elastic of your panties before letting them snap back into place.

hi ! i’m not sure if ur reqs are open but i was wondering if i could get a bff gojo x fem reader having sex for the first time even tho they’re just besties ^.^ i’m in love w bff gojo + i love ur writing !!

 BFF ! ( best friends who fuck )

⋆ mdni. cunilingus, pussy drunk Satoru, a bunch of praising, dirty talk and pet names like baby, princess, pretty, angel ‹3. ( nonie ily this idea made me scream for a good while and also thank you so so much ! im happy u like what I write 𖹭 ) and yes! my requests are always open

 ⋆ side note: it’s up to you to decide if they're virgins or not ajsgshsh I left that open to interpretation lol.

late night friday movies with Satoru where a must, cozy blankets covering your thighs and whatever it could from your best friend’s incredibly long legs propped up on the coffee table. what started with you both picking whatever cringe movie and attempting to watch through it, ended up with giggled remarks of the horrendous plot and terrible acting in the screen.

Satoru’s rambles over any minor detail were expected, what you did not expect was for him to suggest something completely unexpected, “have you thought about it?” he asks, a big chunk of ice cream down his mouth while pointing at the tv screen where the main two characters were currently passionately making out, “you and me?”

the saliva in your mouth chokes you for a brief second before turning your head towards the man with the cocky smile, “you’re kidding”

“i’m not” he speaks, remaining unbothered, eyes glued to the now clean spoon, “we’ve known each other since so long, don’t you think our sexual chemistry would be amazing?” Satoru smirks, now turning and leaning closer to your wide eyed face.

you couldn’t deny your best friend was incredibly hot, bright blue eyes and messy white hair with matching long eyelashes, he was ethereal and Satoru thought the same about you, he never admitted how fucking gorgeous you were but his continuous praises in the shape of petnames was, hopefully, enough for you to see.

“i don’t know...” you bite your lip, a slight tug on your belly making itself present at the closeness of him, subtly forcing you to lean back until your head laid on the armrest and Satoru’s body towered over yours.

“c’mon pretty, don’t get all shy on me” he rasps, “i bet i can make you feel so good, i know your cute body like no one else” and to be fair, he is right, multiple tickling fights have had you confessing your sensitive spots to Satoru, which now he attempts to use them for your pleasure.

you whine, low and almost inaudible, “promise our friendship won’t change” you reply, and it’s all Satoru needs, a strained ‘promise’ muttered before his lips crash on yours with a satisfied groan, his tongue is quick to meet yours, tangling and allowing the lewd sound of saliva and lips crashing resonate under the tv sound muffled in the background.

“haaa” he gasps once you break the kiss, hands eagerly pulling, squeezing and tugging on your skin and clothes until you’re laying naked under his body, Satoru’s quick to take off his shirt and toss it aside along with the mess of cloth in the floor, “you’re so sexy, baby, so fuckin’ gorgeous” it’s a dark murmur, sliding your panties down for his eyes to see the threads of slick connecting your folds and the fabric, a broken sound coming from his lips as if he just got punched in the gut.

“gonna make you feel so good, princess” Satoru speaks to himself, eyes glued on your cunt as he lays down between your legs, fingertips parting your glistening folds with a soft gasp, truth to be told, he’s never been so turned on in his whole life, “wanna eat your perfect cunt so bad” he shakes, slowly grinding his boxer clothed cock against the couch, a single hand coming up to squeeze your tits while his tongue took a tentative lick on your slit that made his eyes roll.

“fuck!” you both whimper at the same time, with Satoru’s mind reeling at the taste of you, driven by his lust and pulsing cock as he leans down and attaches his lips to your pussy, messily and desperately eating you out with his eyes crossing from pleasure, a couple groans expressed directly on your sensitive flesh.

“so good, baby, you taste amazing” Satoru slurs, holding onto your asscheeks and pulling you up slightly, on the perfect angle to make out with your cunt. the moans you let out are music to his ears, driving him to plunge his tongue deeper, squeeze your ass harder and moan louder.

“’Toru, i’m so close” you squeal, expecting for him to pull back, to let you catch a break but surprisingly, he just goes faster, the sounds of his tongue in and around your pussy only increasing, fueling you to squirm and tug on his soft hair until you’re spasming around his tongue with a broken cry.

yet his tongue doesn’t stop for another couple of minutes, allowing you to ride your orgasm and buck slightly, fucking yourself on his eager tongue, “you’re the sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted” he finally grunts, voice hoarse and eyes almost black by the lust etched in his brain, the spot under his hips sticky with the copious amounts of precum his twitching cock spurted, “you’re letting me fuck you now, right princess?” Satoru murmurs, not really expecting a reply before tapping your puffy clit with the glistening tip of his cock, eyes fully focused in the way your mixed juices stick to his cock with each soft tap.

then you nod slightly, a quiet “please”, followed by your hands on his hips and he’s inching inside of you, barely spreading your folds around his girth but Satoru already feels like he’s about to faint.

“a-ah, fuck...!” he groans, shaky fingers grasp your waist and the armrest above your head, and from where you laid you could see his abs clenching, chest heaving, eyes blurry and jaw slacked, letting out loud puffs of pleasure, absolutely fucked out. it takes his whole strength to bury the rest of his long cock inside your warm cunt, groaning like it fucking hurts, but in reality, the thing it hurts him is thinking why you haven’t fucked earlier. “you’re an angel, you and your heavenly cunt” it takes everything in Satoru as not to drool and pant like a dog, slowly and sloppily fucking into your warmth, his nails are probably ripping the leather of the couch but he doesn’t mind, hell no, his mind is fully absorbed and bordering on insanity at the feeling of you, “tell me how it feels” he begs.

“so good, ’toru” you whimper, eyes not certain if to see his fucked expression or look down to where his cock buries inside of you, coming out glistening by your dripping slick, “my pussy feels so good”

“fuck, baby!” his eyes close shut, a shudder running down his spine at your words, only encouraging him to go faster, the squelch of your cunt and his balls smacking on your ass growing, “that’s right, only i can make you feel this good, hm? no other boy you’ll sleep with will make you feel like this” he roars, “this pussy is made for me to claim and mold you to the shape of my cock” his thrusts are now erratic, panting so loud you’re unsure how he hasn’t choked yet, but the continuous smack of his tip on your g-spot makes you forget about anything else, mouth open and eyes crossed as you feel yourself cumming unannounced.

“oh, god, you’re cumming?” he sounds shocked, eyes widening and cock throbbing at the sensation of your cunt sucking on his length with each thrust, as if not wishing to let him go, “i’m so close, baby, so fuckin’ close” all you hear through the slight buzz on your ears is babbling, incoherent mumbling of Satoru speaking to himself, fucking himself stupid on your pussy before, much against his wishes, pulling out of your warmth and shooting thick ropes of hot cum on your chest, some even landing on your chin by how hard you made him cum.

in the blink of an eye his lips are on yours again, shakily and way too messy for you to follow through the limp state where he left you, but don’t worry, Satoru will help you increase your stamina too, and perhaps, you’ll let him cum inside next time.