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Thinking about the freshly corrupted priest Gojo pumping his dick in the confession booth while the sinful vixen sitting in the other cabin went from confessing her sins of corrupting one of the local fathers and having him cream down her throat to giving him instructions on how to handle his throbbing cock lovingly
Go faster now, father- squeeze the tip just a little bit...yes that's a good boy...now spit on it, make a mess of yourself and give everyone a show, all their eyes are peering down and up on you.
And with that, good morning aali my love <3
-glasses anon
☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. confessional.
about. you confess your sins to father satoru, but with the lust bubbling between you both, things get a little carried away.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, sacrilege, religious imagery/references, guided masturbation, male masturbation, priest!gojo, fem!reader, wc: 1.6K.
what good is a priest who can’t follow his own teachings? one that succumbs to the slightest hint of femme fatale?
gojo thought himself a strong man. a good one. but once again, he’d found himself drinking from the devil’s cup offered up by a lost little angel who has strayed away from her path to light.
“and i really didn’t mean to. father toji— i mean fushiguro— seemed so stressed! like he needed a helping hand.” you whimper unevenly from your side of the confessional booth. guilt buzzes in satoru’s veins as he imagines you teary eyed and distraught on the other side of the wall. the mere idea of you crying sends pleasure and lustful hormones shooting through his bloodstream and right down to his erection — the tip flushing a shameful shade of bright red.
you continue relentlessly, each word a breathless whisper laid over the swell of your sinful lips.“s-so i offered some relief in the only way i know how. i let him use my body, let him use my throat. he said it was okay…” but i just feel so wrong for corrupting him like that under the watchful eye of the lord. is it wrong that i liked it, father ‘toru. having that man’s cum pour down my throat?”
you’ve strayed too far away from the light and you’re pulling him into the darkness with you.
“f-fuck.”
“is something wrong father toru, your voice sounds rather strained.” by the tone of your own, he can just tell that you have your head cocked to the side innocently. perhaps your lip is caught daringly between your teeth — eyes gleaming with mischief while you mask your amusement at the damage you’ve caused. the young priest’s dick throbs against his inner thigh, smearing white along his baby soft skin. satoru grabs at his girth, squeezing it as if to stave off the pleasure that he should be disgusted by.
clearing his throat, gojo internally curses as the words stick to its ridges — almost as if he doesn’t believe what comes out of his own mouth next. “i-i’m fine. have you prayed? i’m sure he would forgive you for your sins.”
“i’ve been on my knees every night.” you mumble through a pout that he can’t see — earning another hiss from the priest while his angry red cockhead starts to bleed more arousal, forming a dark stain that seep’s through the fabric of his black slacks. “if you don’t mind me asking… does it hurt, father toru?”
“does what hurt?” he exhales slowly, pearly white lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks. gojo, against his better judgments, pops the button of his pants to provide some relief to his aching cock. it doesn’t help at all.
“your cock. father fushiguro felt the same after i confessed what i’d done with father getou.”
shit. “yes… it does.”
“i maybe be able to help.” your voice somehow sounds closer — as if you’re in the booth with him. “can you touch it… touch yourself for me, please?”
when you ask him so sweetly, how can father satoru say no? he follows your instructions like a man charmed by a succubus from the deep depths of hell. his whole body shudders and his breath stutters when he finally takes his forth between his king and slender fingers, squeezing at the base as precum beads like a rare oyster’s pearl in the centre of his slit.
this is so wrong. “holy…holy shit,” but it already feels so good. gojo hisses, chest heaving as he instinctively bucks into his closed fist. it’s warm, sends shockwaves of pleasure down his spine to build in his pelvis while each vein that wraps prettily around his cock pulses with a new wave of lust laden blood. “what should i…?” he coughs shakily, hips slowly beginning to fuck upwards to chase the feeling of his palm. “what should i do now?”
“spit on it, father.” you command him gently, blessing him with your praise where the higher being above might condemn him. “get it nice and wet for me, like i would, okay? squeeze the tip when you do—“
father ‘toru easily follows your word as if it reads passages from the bible. carefully, he leans forward — letting hot, gooey trails of spit dribble over his blistering and bright cockchead. his entire body twitches at the new sensation, which is surprisingly cool in comparison to how hot his body feels. sweat tracks it’s way down his body, soiling his hood robes and freshly pressed clothes. it makes his pure white locks stick to his forehead, and gathers on his cupid’s bow and it really is all too much.
he feels like hell on earth.
there’s a dull thud that echoes from satoru’s side of the booth, his head knocking against the wooden walls when it falls back. in the same breath, a loud and borderline pornographic moan rips it’s way through satoru’s firm chest — it battles through his lips (caught between sets of perfect white teeth), and reverberates throughout the confessional booth, no doubt catching the attention of people passing by.
“ohmygod,” comes his pathetic whimper while he clenches around himself once again, throat bobbing as he swallows down his sinful sounds. “why does that feel so fucking good? g-god, please!”
satoru’s fall from grace makes a sick smile spread across your lips and you cock your head to the side. you can only imagine what he looks like if this is how he sounds, his clothes a sweaty mess, his eyes delirious and darkened with ungodly and immoral desire. all this while he begs for god, begs for forgiveness, begs for you.
“you’re doing so well for me, ‘toru. can you go a little faster for me? now that it’s nice and wet.” the way his name falls gently from your tongue is like thick honey running through satoru’s ears — you drag a veil of lust over his mind and once again he follows your orders. he pumps himself faster, harder, precum slinging over the edge of his knuckles as they turn as white as his hair from the grip he has on himself.
he can’t help but let his mind stray and wander off into damned territory — chasing the vision that his clouded mind creates for him. would your cunt feel as good as this? wrap around him as tightly? a stream of unfiltered and colourful curses pour from gojo’s mouth in a similar manner to the arousal from his mushroomed tip, dripping a searing hot trail down to his throbbing balls.
lewd squelches slip through the cracks of the confessional booth and filter right through to you. satoru has no idea how pleased you are to have ruined him, how much you’ve longed to hear him mewl and sigh from touching himself against the will of god. “you sound so messy, ‘toru,” you moan out just to mock him a little — listening out for his strained and strangled whines, gargling down the saliva that pools on his tongue. “think you can make an even bigger mess for me, father? one that everyone will see. those above….” you purr, the tail end of your words harmonising with gojo’s hiccups. “and those below.”
satoru is no better than a sinner come to spill their truths to him. sitting there with his painfully hard dick in his hands, fisting it to oblivion as opaque white stains his hands and his fingers and his knuckles. there’s so much of it, so much lust and precum and he hasn’t even reached his peak yet. everything is so fucking hot, his dick slick between his sticky thighs and all-too-tight robes.
“almost there, satoru. i need you to let go for me.”
your goading voice through the thick oak wall pushes satoru’s hips to canter up higher and higher. he wants to please you so bad that it hurts and makes him cry. he whispers your name into the buzzing air like it’s a prayer, chanting it over and over again until it becomes the only word he knows.
“fuck… i can’t—“ gojo sighs airily, his thighs shuddering as the knots in his stomach begin to unravel. “christ… I feel like ‘m gonna burst!” angelic blue eyes roll deep back into the man’s skull, disappearing from the world to hide from the atrocities he’s committed.
“then let go, let it all out. you’ve done so well.” you say sweetly over the sound of gojo languidly jacking himself off. one, two and three more pumps before he’s releasing thick white ropes of cum over his robe and his chest — seeping into his clothes.
gojo’s so fucking dizzy, cumming so hard that he sees bright lights and swears that he’s landed at the gates of heaven — though he’s sure his actions today would stop him from getting in. there’s a ringing in his ear as he comes back down but all of his limbs feel heavy, he’s too weak to move.
“f-father satoru?” you whisper innocently, as if your very voice didn’t lead the man to death. “i think our time is up.”
“yeah?” he mumbles in response, the words slipping around on his tongue. “i think… you did good today. you’ll have to come back again next week, to make another confession.”
if only he could see your sick little smile, one might have thought you were the devil. who knows what’ll happen if you’re alone together in a confined space. “if that’s what you need from me, father.” you giggle slyly. “see you next week.”
“see you next week.” gojo repeats.
and just like that, you’ve dragged the poor priest into the corrupted depths of hell.
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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I feel like jj is a sex GOD like.. he’s so experienced w it he could make u have the best orgasm of ur life in seconds and when you say “oh my god” in bed or something he’ll be like “nope, jus’ me princess.” 🤭
may I be 🍪 anon? by the way I love you and your writing it’s incredible. 🥹🫶
Thank you so much for the compliments i’m full on giggling 🥺<3
But you’re SO right!! He’s so cocky about it too, like, sir? How you learn to do allat? I’ve had this vision for a while so just hear me out on this <3
When you’ve spoken to your friends about sex before all of them just seemed to confirm what you had already experienced, guys never cared about girls having a good time in bed.
That is until you have sex with JJ for the first time, already having a mental picture of what it’s gonna look like from previous experience, even before you start making out with him.
He’s on top of you, smearing messy, wet kisses against your pulse point as you let out small sighs, hands threading though the blond hair on the nape of his neck when he just blurts out, out of nowhere “can i go down on you?” and you’re like WHAT? Eyes bulging out of your head and whole body going stiff below him as he pulls his head out of your neck, lips kiss swollen and pink, eyes in a daze.
“You actually want to?” you mumble, tongue poking the inside of your cheek and cheeks tinting red when he grins.
“Do i want to?” he scoffs, leaning forward to press a nasty, wet kiss against your lips, pulling back with a smug smirk.
AND he makes a point of making you finish at least three times just from him eating you out, just to prove a point.
I feel like we all know in out hearts by now that JJ’s the muchiest munch of them all. Am i right or am i right?
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working out with gojo. you don't work out much but decided to start doing so with gojo's help. he pushes you really hard every time but always gives you the best motivator.
"if you can complete this lap in 15 seconds, I'll let you sit on my face."
queue him leaning back against a picnic table in the woods, gripping your thighs while your shorts and underwear are on his lap.
sculpture anon
(not sure how good this is but i don't exercise so the thought came to me)
ʚ｡ﾟ☁︎｡ɞ｡ sculpture anon. you and me. we are in this together now .
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nsfw. gojo satoru x gn!reader. no smut but suggestive.
mmm got me thinking ... you've been training with gojo for three months now and he's great, really! pushes you past your limits, but not to the point you'll get hurt. he's your biggest cheerleader, always hyping you up even if you're a second or two off your usual lap time.
but sometimes, you want to work out in peace. there's a new album from your favorite band you want to get a good pump to and ooh, what about that podcast on your number one guilty pleasure, trash TV? there's plenty of reasons for you to want some alone time while you're exercising !!!
so why does he get so damn pouty when he finds out you have a gym membership!? "yuji told me he saw you at the gym today, why didn't you tell me?" he asks with his lumbering body closely knit to yours as you walk to the kitchen.
"wow, you were not wrong. kid cannot keep a secret." you're wiping down the counter, laughing softly as you feel gojo's arms wrap around your waist. that makes him flex his grip a little bit and you can't lie, the muscles that perk up are so taut, so brawny you see stars for a bit. "we don't have to do everything together, satoru."
"but we could." he whines, but gives up the real answer, "i liked doing it with you."
"which part?" you ask, brow raised and thinking he will respond in kind, with humor, you turn your head with a sneaky peek at your tongue.
but he purses those pretty lips of his around the small sliver of muscle you gave him, sucking and invading your mouth in one fell swoop. "both but right now," his big hand swipes one of yours and forces it on his fat and heavy erection, cock swollen and throbbing for your touch, "it's this."
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Can I say something really quick? The person who wrote that post complaining was just trying to shame smut writers 😭 I did stalk them and had porn links of "Ellie and Abby" so I really don't understand from where she came from. Aldo you are right, writting it's such difficult and more difficult write fluff things. At the end of the day please mind your business and write whatever you want bc no one pay you for it, it's a HOBBY
i've seen sooo many people talking about it so i'm not sure which account originally said it, but !!! regardless of who did, i absolutely agree. i'm just wondering why it's a big deal for people to make and post smut? i'm not a big fic reader at all, but if i ever feel like reading and i check a fic's warnings and i don't want to read it, i just ... scroll? is that not what you're supposed to do? why do we have to bring down people in the process? that's what makes me upset. i write for my job in real life as well, just like the fiction i write here, and i can tell you that, with the amount of angst and fluff i've written for work, it's tiring to come up with ideas, and executing them is even more exhausting. don't get me wrong: i'm grateful for being able to make money by doing what i love. but i get really hard on myself with all that i write, especially those two genres. it takes a long time to write, which is why i never want to rush it, and i always want it to be presentable. smut isn't like that for me. i'm okay with making a quick drabble. but for me, genres like angst and fluff, or even dark content (which i have also written) is where i feel like my skills as a writer truly show. so when i send it over to clients, or when i post it publicly in general, i want it to be perfect, at least in my eyes. you know?
and you're so right! any genre you write should be for fun. that's all. like, when did we lose the "fan" in fan fiction? so much more to worry about than a bunch of sapphics just having fun. unless what you're uploading (mainly smut wise for this take, but also in general) is wrong (morally, legally, ethically, etc), then i don't understand why you need to feel ashamed about posting it. this in mind, write what you want to write.
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Okayyy so I noticed you don't write for Elliot but what about Harvey?? What type of hybrid would he be?? -👒 anon
Hello and welcome 👒 Anon tysm for coming and chatting ♡♡
I've been so stumped on what kind of Hybrid Harvey would be </3 I feel so bad cause he's so handsome and cute
(I also feel bad for Elliot my poor man I'm just not crazy for him </3)
Okay- okayokay Hear me out
Goat!Hybrid Harvey
Hes nervous, has cute curled horns accented by his subtly greying hair. He knocks them against your forehead gently and warbles a chitter in his throat to show you that he's happy.
I feel like he'd nervously snack on veggies and pickles when he's a little anxious- when he thinks no one is looking ehe
He'd have a routine to keep his horns looking nice and neat and shiny - would totally chastise BullHybrid!Alex for not looking after his own.
Man he's so cute I can't even think rn
(Smut under the cut)
GoatHybrid!Harvey who gets pushed down on the bed, hands twitching and frozen, too scared to touch and caress you even if he really wants to. His heart would pound in his ears, chest flushing pink with arousal.
GoatHybrid!Harvey who scrunches his eyes and bites his thumb when you sink down on his thick and full cock - tenses his core when you run your hand over his soft tummy, ticking at the fuzz that ran from his belly to navel.
GoatHybrid!Harvey who 'bahs' and chitters when your pretty cunt wraps around his length - face red, absolutely embarrassed at the silly noises spewing from his lips.
GoatHybrid!Harvey who covers his face with his hands and arms, throwing his head back, horns scraping the wooden bedframe behind him.
GoatHybrid!Harvey who can't help but buck his hips up into your own, chasing your cunt with his cock, kissing your cervix with his squishy tip.
GoatHybrid!Harvey who's flushed and love sick, enamoured with you bouncing so eagerly in his lap </3
(My Bf said Harvey could also be an Otter and I totally agree but idk if it works for smut *sobbing*)
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i just wanna cuddle with edward nashton 🥺
– 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh, me too, anon. in fact. this sent me on a little brainstorming session! you probably totally didn't expect a headcanons list from this but lmao I always have to go overboard so enjooooy. <3
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vague mentions of Edward's trauma, tooth-rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!
Physical affection is foreign to Edward. He craves it more than anything else; desires to be known so deeply that when you finally try to give him just that, it freezes him up almost entirely.
It starts innocently enough.
You're watching television with him, only partially paying attention to the game show. It's far more engaging to watch Edward watch the show anyways.
His expression quirks every so slightly with each question. Head tilted, you can tell that he's deep in contemplation. Completely fixated on the screen. Barely blinking.
And you're so lost that you lean into him. You keep telling yourself that it's unintentional as your head rests carefully on his shoulder.
Edward almost doesn't notice you at first. It isn't until your arms curl around his soft midsection that he realizes how close you'd gotten.
He lets out a nearly inaudible, "Oh," as you snuggle into his side. Brain going blank, he stays still for a few seconds.
He's struck by the warmth of your body. How your hands caress him over the fabric of his shirt. He feels each one of your fingers gently pressing into his skin. In that way, you play with the ripped seams of his soul. Your softness has a way of untangling the frayed threads, leaving them open to being weaved into some new design.
There are a few things he does when he finally comes back to his body. He closes his eyes and hopes that the moment etches itself on the back of his eyelids. Then his lean arms offer their own form of kindness as he awkwardly pulls you closer, almost into his lap.
Like a decades old couch in your grandmother's living room, you sink into Edward's body and he groans softly as he lets part of your weight anchor him to the earth.
A chuckle from deep in your throat escapes you. "Mmm, you're comfortable."
You mean I'm not repulsive? Edward wants to ask. But he doesn't.
He tries not to let that worried little voice take form in his head, but his own voice still cracks when he says, "Thank you." To which you laugh one more time.
Edward can be so terribly nervous sometimes over the most normal things. Your amusement quickly turns once you remember that it's probably because of his past; probably because he hadn't really known this simple, sweet sort of solitude. But you flip that thought again and resolve, then I'll make this normal for him.
At nearly the same time, Edward determines that he likes this. He likes the way that even among all of the chaos and darkness, he can have this equilibrium. As he kisses the top of your head tenderly he remembers that this moment belongs to him and him alone.
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obsessed w the idea of jude absolutely loving giving head 🤭like he could do it 24/7 for the rest of his life
okay this!!! you'd be so nervous the first time he ever suggested it because imagine he's the first person to ever be that close to you, and you couldn't help but slightly recoil at the thought of his face being buried between your legs. but all of those thoughts would be long forgotten about the minute your legs were strewn over his shoulders, hands prying you open as he let his tongue work against you in what you could only describe as heaven-like.
and then that was it; jude would be between your legs, lost in your taste, whenever he got the chance. it was almost as if he was drunk off the way you tasted, the way you'd coat his tongue and leave his chin all damp making him want to be in that position for the rest of his life. the way he'd whisper and hum against you, your hand pushing the back of his head further against you as you'd feel your legs quiver in pleasure. and he'd just be there, mumbling against you, milking you of everything you had.
he'd definitely take any chance he got to give you head, no matter the time or place. if there was a chance, he'd take it. whether it was on the sofa after he got home, waking you up in the morning underneath the covers, the backseat of his car after a match because he couldn't resist the way you looked in the crowd; he wouldn't be able to resist you.
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Yan Baji wil get hard at the fact if he knows social anxious darling don’t rlly talk to anyone at all or don’t interact with anyone and that he the first person to talk to you or he’s been the only person who hangs with you or that bc your socially anxious possibility the first and last bf you’ll ever have
It makes him hard enough to fuck you to sobbing and soreness- was he ever gonna be soft when he fucks no- but why how could he knowing all this it just makes him wanna ruin you forever
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cw : smut, masturbation
baji will get hard knowing he's the only one that will ever get to fuck you. he's the only one that gets to see how gorgeous you look when you cum, he's the only one that get's to hear you beg for more, he's the only one that gets to taste you, and kiss you, and feel you. you're all his for the taking to do whatever he pleases with, and if that doesn't make him want to fucking burst in his pants more than anything, then i don't know what will.
i feel like baji unknowingly has a corruption kink and he would love to corrupt you. he would love to turn you into a desperate little cock whore for his cock.
he thinks about this every night when everyone else is asleep and he's desperately jerking himself off 'cause it gets him to cum the hardest and the quickest.
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🦭—SIGHS deku being so heavy that when u squirt he can't be pushed out so he just sinks deeper with soft grumbles ): massages his hips into yours as u knead at the mattress )): I JUST THINK HES NEAT,,
i’m howling actually. he is so neat!!!! mdni.
“d-deku!” you’re gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed into— all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest sticky against your back. “‘m gonna…gonna— oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.”
deku laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your ear— contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, slender hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, “uhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,” as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insides— making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of izuku’s girth. he chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain, licks predatory stripe from your neck to just behind your ear and curses when you cry out his name again. “keep that ass up for me, throw it back on me a little bit, baby. just so i can fuck you better.”
you do your best to lift your hips from underneath deku, shuddering at how his luscious green hair tickles your shoulders from behind and he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time izuku pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. you barely have any room to breathe between the way deku fucks you and the way he touches you— treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.
“be a good girl, be my pretty little girl and cum f’me,” he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insides— cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. “that’s it, make a mess for me. god, fuck.”
“i can’t, can’t. i-izu-!” clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. you let your head fall back against deku’s freckled shoulder, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. the knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your mound.
“fuck, you’re squirting,” deku sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because he’s just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. “that’s it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?” cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.
he leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your ass to grind into you in slow circles. “wan’ you to cum baby, please izuku. cum inside me, please.” you beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as deku picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down the insides of your thighs.
“take it baby, all of it,” the last spurt of his energy is used to fuck you until he creams your cunt, filling you up with his thick seed and grinding in you until he’s sure it takes. the pro hero collapses onto you, kisses pressed across your back before he leans up to whisper.
“let’s try that again, shall we? have you squirt while my cock’s deep, deep inside you, huh angel?”
#deku x reader#deku smut#deku thirst#deku x you#deku imagine#midoriya smut#midoriya x reader#izuku midoriya smut#bnha smut#bnha thirsts#tteokdoroki#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification#✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger#ʚ 🦭 anon’ ɞ
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As nasty as JJ Maybank is i feel like he would be more nervous about anal than you. Almost like he can’t believe you trust him enough for that.
Ohh he is for sure.
“You sure? Like absolutely positive? No doubts at all?” he rambles, ignoring the way he’s already throbbing and leaking precum, tip an angry red as his thumb experimentally sinks into your hole.
‘Yes, JJ’ you mewl in playfull annoyance, ass wiggling back toward him as he sucks in a sharp breath, running a hand through his blonde strands.
“Right. Right- here we go” he stutters, lining you up as you stiffen in reaction, the stretch of the tip alone unlike anything you’d ever felt before.
“Baby- need you to relax” he coos, leaning forward on his elbow to press kisses into your shoulder blades. After a few deep breaths and soothing touches, he manages to slowly sink all the way in.
“We’re in, pretty. How’s it feel?” he gasps, not daring to move before you give him the go ahead.
‘Weird’ you gasp, hips wiggling back toward his and head craning to the side to look dazedly at him over your shoulder.
“Good weird or bad weird?” he mumbles, tip of his nose nudging against your spine.
‘Good, real good J’ you whine, one of his hands splaying on top of yours on the comforter to interetwine your fingers in assurance as he finally moves, muttering mindless, nasty praises through the whole thing.
Ughhhh i love soft JJ💋💋
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i promised more reigen and gojo (I'll get back on that grind soon) but I'm thinking about a follow up to messing with roommate denji, specifically telling your friends about it afterwards. like
"denji finally did something and we fucked after he caught me getting off on his pillow. I wonder how I can mess with him now."
and this is very specific but imagining him holding you up against a wall while he holds your legs and presses his forehead up against yours while fucking is doing something to me like hdhfhfhhfhf
(this fic changed my life BTW highly recommend if you haven't already read it https://www.tumblr.com/tteokdoroki/709164167622508544/%F0%91%8A%A1-hi-hi-pussy-drunkdenji-who-has-a-habit?source=share)
-sculpture anon (manifesting ask worthy gojo horny thoughts)
"denji fucks like a rabbit slay!!" is killing me i need more of this in my life...
can we both just live in this roommate!denji world together?? please??? im salivating...................
₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸
aged up!denji x afab reader. nsfw. wall fucking. cunnilingus.
vague mention of possible possessive behavior.
your legs dangling off his forearms, muscles tensed from how much he's bullying his cock into you. your bodies sticking together with sweat, every inch of your skin glistening with either your juices or globs of his cum from his earlier orgasms because the thing about denji is... when you get him started, you're in it for the long haul.
he's a huge fan of edging, though i imagine this is something he learns because of you. let's be honest, you're taking that man's v-card- er, actually he'd be giving it to you FREELY.
"pussy so fuckin'... tight, shit. can barely move... open up, will ya?" he's nipping on the shell of your ear, fangs greeting your flushed skin before his tongue. man is nasty and depraved when he ruts into you, hips oscillating in a waving motion and smacking your cunt full of his long (and i mean long) cock.
probably eats your pussy against the wall all sloppy like too. he doesn't have a rhythm and honestly, probably isn't that good at it because he's focusing on the taste and just wants it ALL so there's no method to his madness. but he pops a finger in your pussy, thrusting it to the knuckle and the most loud and wet shlicking sounds coming when he decides to extend it to two.
the only bad thing about fucking your roommate on the regular is the man can't shut up about it. he's far too proud to keep it to himself. probably territorial too... so watch your back when you host another party and try cozying up to a rando.
#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 📮 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ*⁀➷ ꒰ mail time! ꒱#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 💌 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ⁀➷ ꒰ love letters to denji! ꒱#denji x you#denji x reader#denji x y/n#denji hayakawa x you#denji hayakawa x reader#denji hayakawa x y/n#csm smut#csm x you#csm x y/n#csm x reader#denji smut#denji hayakawa smut#.˚₊ ੈ ⚒️ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ sculpture anon! ꒱
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helloo!! how are you mai?? i’m hoping you’re well ^^ i cant stop thinking abt dazai’s reunion with reader 😭 like i would just hug him so tightly and then kiss his face in every possible place (what rhymes :0) and then maybe some soft sex and cuddles >.< (also, could i maybe be 🎧 anon ? <3)
HI NONNIE !! im good! i did some shopping today & its the perfect rainy fall day im feeling v cozy !! i hope ur doing well too <3 <3 !! biggest regret ever is not finishing my fic ab this cus the idea makes me so so soft :< HES GETTING BABIED getting to take care of him & kiss his forehead bruises from chuuya’s fake bullet & wash all the blood off his body in the warmest bubbliest bath ever before u dry him off & make him a real meal & u know hes purposefully trying to walk on his (broken?) leg just to get u to scold him AND THE REUNION SEX UGHDNSN THE SEX IS SO EMOTIONAL its not even ab getting off u just want to be close !! clinging to him so tightly cus u didnt know if he would come back, kissing each other nonstop & only pulling away to pant against each others mouths, its soo soft when u cum too its like one of those orgasms thats super warm & tingly & crashes over ur entire body & u know ur spending the next day in bed snuggled up together, making up for lost time :(
ps @cerberels has a fic v v similar to ur ask if ur looking for one !! sweetest reunion sex ever :(
#valentines#signed by 🎧 ♡#all of my emoji anons are the biggest cuties in the whole world <3 <3#ʚ shhh ɞ#dazai love club ⊹ 𓂃 ｡ ‧ ₊
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You also know Paul's the type of guy that when it's cold he'll pull your hands into his sleeves to warm them up. Or he'll have you wrap your arms around his waist so you can slip your arms under his sweater/cardigan and he can wrap you up completely in it with him.
– 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Okay, I got this ask after posting about Paul sweaters I'd like to steal and my brain automatically applied this concept with Eddie and I just...I'm sorry I like giving myself more work than necessary <3 anyhoo, thank you, anon, for implanting this thought in my mind because it makes me melt.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: literally 99% fluff and 1% angst, nothing else I can think of!
Being cold around Edward isn't something you can simply hide. If your teeth chatter or you tremble even a tiny bit, he notices quickly. And even quicker, he'll do something to rectify it. Because it's practically instinctual for him to protect you.
Especially on the subway at night. With both of your shifts ending quite late, he takes special care making sure that you'll both be safe navigating the underground. And naturally, as the night grows older and the rain comes down heavier, it gets colder.
And there's the benefit of his larger size; more body heat. Sure, his big jackets help, but they're nothing compared to the furnace at his core that only spreads warmth into the lining of his clothes.
He giggles nervously over how cold your hands are when you slip them around his waist, utilizing his sturdiness to stay upright through the rumble of the train. His hesitance is half his own awkwardness around intimacy and half residual worry. Because he'll always worry about you. Always be doting about how you should take care of yourself a bit more, especially with it being so cold and rainy in the city, lest you catch a cold. And regardless of how you try to tell him that you'll be fine, that doesn't quell the deep anxiety that picks at the back of his mind.
Because the cold is a slippery slope. One day you could be completely fine, the next you could be sick, and the next you could be in as bad of shape as the dozens of kids he grew up with. Before he knows it, he could be alone again. And at the end of the day, that's his nightmare.
That black hole in his head that normally sucks up all the good from his life shrinks a little more as you continue to embrace him. Maybe one day it'll disappear entirely. It's an indulgent thought, one that makes him simply giddy. But it's hope. A hope that is more tangible than the false promises he was fed by politicians when he was a kid. He finds it strange that you can revive that innocent, unconditional trust he thought was long gone.
"Here," he mumbles, taking one of your hands and bringing it to the opening of one of his jacket sleeves. "Stick your arms up the sleeves. That way you can get warmer," he rasps. And he's glad that he buys his clothes a size or two bigger than he needs; because not only can the baggy material hide him, but also you.
With you tucked away in his puffy jacket, Edward is fully content. He places his chin on top of your head and hums as you nuzzle against him. Your hands rub small circles on his sore shoulders.
You groan at how he manages to engulf you in warmth, softness, and strength all at once. As much as your Edward underestimates himself, from your vantage point, you can only see him as your resilient and fierce protector.
"That good?" he asks distantly, holding you to him and stroking your back.
You nod into his chest, and your voice comes out muffled, "Perfect."
#askmeda✨#anon ask✨#edward nashton#edward nashton x reader#edward nashton x y/n#edward nashton x you#danonation#paul dano#danocel#the batman#˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚
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movie night with ur brother and his bsf jude 🫣 him just teasing u the whole way through like rubbing ur thighs under the blanket or getting really close to u to “grab popcorn”
okay but you'd start to think that he was doing it all on purpose and that he wanted to be caught??!! like he'd be sat next to you, your brother sprawled out on the other sofa as he fell into a trance watching the movie, completely oblivious to what was happening only inches away from him. it'd start with jude leaning close to you to grab some popcorn, his eyes lingering on yours a little too long as he'd grab a fist-full of the kernels knowing that you were burning up over his risky proximity.
and then as the movie progressed you could sense he was getting a little restless and bored, his leg shaking impatiently as he'd glance over at your brother to make sure he was still engrossed in the action-thriller he'd forced you all to watch. his hand on your thigh would make your breathing get caught in your throat, jude's jaw tense as he'd be praying your brother hadn't saw your reaction; but the blanket you had stretched between the two of you covered you quite well, his hand harsh against your skin as he mentally thanked you for wearing the same skimpy shorts you always wore around him.
his movements would become more daring; his fingers and thumb pinching at the flesh of your inner thigh before soothing it over with small circles. the little flash of affection would make your cheeks burn, your heart swelling as you'd suddenly forget all about the movie that was playing. instead you became enthralled by jude's palm that was etching closer to the hem of your shorts, warmth spreading through your body as you'd clamp your legs shut, knowing this whole situation would be murder waiting to happen.
all he'd want to do was dip his fingers between your waistband and feel how wet you were from his seemingly innocent movements, but he knew your brother would bruise both of his eyes if he ever caught wind of what was going on. and you wouldn't be able to concentrate at all, even when jude slid his hand from beneath the duvet to rest on the back of the sofa like nothing had happened. that was until your brother excused himself to use the bathroom real quick, jude's eyes following the back of him as you'd clear your throat, refusing to make eye contact as you'd utter a small "find a way to stay here tonight, please."
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