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Jack O’Connell for Glass Magazine March 2023 📸 Jack Grange

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N S F W!!! . .

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p i c k a g a i n .

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yoga instructor au

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Slice of Heaven

warning(s): explicit 18+, breeding kink, dirty talk, bareback, public sex, filth, wet and messy

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Remmick takes you out and backs up against a tree out in the open when he feels like hearing the echo of every pump inside you - every noise you make. Especially the ones where you try your hardest to stifle them.

Feels it on his dick when you’re getting used to his size, your pussy slowly getting gradually wetter and accustomed to the intrusion. Remmick is shushing you in your ear, pulls all of it to the side as he slides home every fucking inch. Pumps the head until he’s balls deep and kissing your cervix. Your reactionary mewls entice him to go harder, fuck you rougher.

“Fuckin’ squeal so pretty for me. That’s it. You likin’ that?”

His voice rasps in your ear, shoving you onto him deeper by the white knuckled grasp on your hips.

“Oh fuck, fuck—“

“Mmm, I’ll take that as a yes…”

Remmick’s tongue skis down the slope of your jaw, finding the meat of your neck.

“Just wanna, wanna take one bite,” he coos. “It’d feel so good for the both of us. Get you cumming on my dick while I mate you.”

“Don’t tempt me like this, not when you’re giving it to me this good,” you whine. Arms flailing back to grab onto him for a semblance of leverage while his thrusts only speed up. Ever the responsive lover, sees your scrambling to hold onto a part of him, and keeps his bicep extended out for you to grip on. The arm you’re holding had folded over your stomach. Rubbing fine circles while his cock keeps steadily drilling into you. Fucking with an unstoppable passion, licking on your neck the same way he licks your pussy, soft and slow. Teasing himself with the salty sweat that he tastes.

“Love givin’ it to you this fuckin’ good, fucking my babydoll out in the open. Anyone can hear us right now, see what a pretty little slut you turn into for me,” he huffs. Pulls at your hair between picking up speed with the free arm that wasn’t fastened around your stomach.

“Would… would promise to kiss it better, not let you get infected,” he swallows the drool piling up on his tongue, surely seeping down one corner of his mouth. “Got that sweet blood, already know, already smell it.”

His nostrils dive in your hair and whiff, kissing your scalp as he slows down his thrusts to tease you.

“Got a little slice of heaven all for me in this pussy… gonna have me actin’ up, maybe get me cumming right inside you this time around,” Remmick hints with a low whistle, looking down at where your lips hug around him as he rhythmically pushes in, and out, in, and out. Deviousness in him prevails as he stops his rough hips. Slips his cock out and grabs down on the thick base to drag it up and down between your pussy lips. Sending spiralling shockwaves that threatened to trigger another orgasm from you, noises of wet skin smoothing together all that filled the dark quiet of the woods.

“Ohhhhh, don’t fucking stop I’m gonna cum—”

“Shh shh, not yet, no no no. Pussy’s not doing anything ‘til I say,” he chastises, drool blatantly slurring his speech as it drips down your cheek as he leans over. He feels you relent and relax on his dick, still trying not to selfishly clench down and latch onto anything he’ll feed and give to you. “Yeah. Good girl. Now line it back up, fuck yourself on it real slow and smooth. Softly now. Pussy sounds so sensitive when she’s all worn out.”

Following instructions that were almost painful to obey, not to grab him and fuck him until sunrise. You swallow with a long gulp of your throat, blindly scurrying a hand behind you to find his cock and grab it. Lining up the fat head with your cunt was the easiest thing, sliding back down on it and trying to keep some semblance of control of your pace. Slowly gliding your pussy up and down the head, desperate to please him enough to let you finish.

“Thaaaat’s right, lass. Fuck me, you’re made for this aren’t you?”

You feel his hips slowly pick up the pace for you, slipping inch by inch back in before his balls are curled up against your clit.

“Mmmmhmph, made to take you… made to take your cum,” you gasp. Helpless in the descent of your control, your pussy sick of the slick hot torture that won’t let you finish. It brings a sick grin to Remmick’s face, feeling how your cunt squeezes onto him like a brat for more.

“Shit yeah, made to take this fuckin’ dick anywhere I please,” he heaves. Feels the tingly feeling all the way down to his toes when he’s about to finish, exaggerating the circle of his hips to itch every spot inside. Your whining periodically gets interrupted by a harsh set of gasps, clawing onto his arm and fucking your pussy back on his manhood. It felt so rigorous and primal, fucking him out near the trees and the bushes. Your pussy was squelching on him, hot and sloppy as he grabs your jaw and turns you towards him, letting a pint of his drool seep down onto your tongue. Your moans only serve to make him pound you harder, loving the strangled squeeze your pussy does around him while he fucks it good.

“S’right angel, take this fucking dick. Cum on your dick. All yours, you deserve this baby.”

Remmick can’t help it anymore, not holding anything back on you with his vigorous pumps, balls slapping up against you over and over every time he pulls in and out.

You didn’t need to be told twice, body inevitably starting to bend over as your pussy squirts a puddle of cum all over him. Remmick catches you before you get anywhere near the ground, holding you up as he keeps his thrusts consistent.

“Shhh. Oh yeah baby, that was a good one wasn’t it,” he smiles against your face, digging his nose in your cheek. “Always finishin’ harder when I make you wait for it.”

You palm the back of his head to hold him there, turning your head to nip and kiss his mouth.

“You want my seed real deep inside this time, don’t you?”

“Yes…. yes, oh god yes…”

“That’s right. I’ll give it to you, give you everything that you need,” he assures. Slams his hips forward and rips himself out, and slamming right back in again. “Gee, fuckin’ wet on me, girl.”

His balls are tightened up against you and his mouth is right back to licking at your neck, teasing you there with kisses. As he murmurs mixes of your name and fuck, fuck that’s so right darlin, shit, his cock smooths all the way inside deep as can be, shooting rope after rope of his release. Your hips stall to help him through it, pumping back in him with your puffy sensitive lips making him go increasingly more insane.

“Yes, Remmick. Give it to me, give it all to me… wanna make you feel good,” you pet his hair as he sucks the creation of a deep hickey on your neck.

“God…. fucking…. dammit.”

The sharp intake of air he takes in puts a smile on his face when you wiggle your hips around and let him gently slip out, leaving the milky remnants to seep out of you onto the dirt of the ground.

Harmonious deep breaths and hurried kisses are all to be heard in the night now. Remmick soothes you with his hands, running his palms all over your body. Whispers of you’re beautiful, honey. always so fucking beautiful.

“Know you wanna turn me, turn me into one,” you whimper between the kisses, mouths practically stitched together out of his clingy tendencies. “I want to as bad as you do.”

“You say the word, darlin… I’ll make you mine forever, stop all this pain in a heartbeat.”

He mouths at the blotches of purple works of art scattering your neck. Snakes one hand down your front to feel the mess still drooping down your legs. Gets a sick smile spread to his face knowing he’s the reason you’re this filthy down there, both your fluids coming together as one.

“You could have my babies just like this. Feel me filling you up every night. That sound nice?”

Remmick turns you around to face your body towards him, running delicate fingers down your back and smashing his mouth to yours.

Your answer comes in the form of humming and nodding up against him, melting like you’re boneless into his torso.

“I promise I won’t bite your pretty neck too hard.”

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omg its so funny how it wasnt until after i posted my suguru thirst just now, that i was reminded that its his bday today

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suguru doesn’t give you exactly what you want. not immediately, no. he needs to tease you, he’s fated to do so. the tip of his nose will rest on your pelvic bone, black webs tickling your inner thigh as he takes in a breath. smelling his meal, his prey. suguru plays with food.

he’d poke and prod it ‘til it twitches—lick fat strips along the gusset of your panties, following the trail that inevitably leads where your clit lays. he’d salivate, and part of you feels like its on purpose because there’s so much saliva. it soaks you thoroughly, fabric sticking to your labia. his excess spit taints your comforter as he laps at you with the zeal of a parched dog—a thirsty little mutt licking his bowl of water after an enervating run, droplets flying out the sides and wetting his owner’s floor.

suguru would pull and tug at your panties so the outline of your pussy lips pop out at him, showing her face under dampened cotton. “you’re so beautiful.” he’d coo to you—both of you, his words cradled in meticulously picked adoration, straight from the tree of passion.

you huff. he’s aware of your impatience but he isn’t done messing with the food upon his plate. The fork and knife are still in his hands.

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Being the bane of sukunas existence as you're his girlfriend because you act like a perverted old man around him... he kinda digs it tho, its mildly hilarious and he doesn't dislike the unhinged attention (he tries to be so lowkey about it)

Every once in a while, you'll caress his behind or fondle his big boobily man breasts, the same way he does to you. he was only stunned at first - now he is completely unphased by your sneaky little hands.

he texts you, asking you what you want for dinner, and he's not surprised when the answer is "i want you oiled up and naked in bed by the time i get home". then he just replies with "making pasta"

Big obnoxious smacking noises when you kiss him all over, and sukuna just lets you be, he'll be sitting on the couch turning the tv on and here you come, smooching his cheek. sometimes, its the top of his head, other times, its his forehead or neck. if you do it too much though, you'll get covered with his bite marks in return.

when sukuna gets up to go to the toilet, you ask him if you can hold his peepee while he takes a piss, bc you saw a funny tiktok talking about it... he gives you a silent judgmental stare as he closes the door on your face. but behind it, he lets out the tiniest snort and shakes his head bc the idea of it is so ridiculous.

one time when you go outdoor camping with him you genuinely accidentally stumble close to sukuna who is taking a leak in the forest bush area and he catches you staring from behind as he's buttoning himself back up. and then he's chasing you down while you're screaming that it was an accident and that you only heard him peeing and didn't actually see anything. (not that you don't know what it looks like, anyway.)

when he's sweaty after a workout or some physical exertion, you'll definitely be approaching him deviously, talking about some "covered in flavour" type of bullshit... he'll push your face away and head into the shower but his ears are flushed with red.

just... sukuna who will let u mack on him endlessly bc he secretly doesn't hate the doting 🥹🥹🥹 and if you're not being obnoxiously lewd or affectionate?? thats when he knows something's up...

and obviously, every now and then you'll say something that makes him know that you're not just lusting over his body.

during a walk back home on a summer afternoon, you point upwards while holding his hand and looking up.

"sukuna, look. you're in the sky."

he reluctantly looks up, expecting some sort of dick shaped cloud or something like that. but there are no clouds in sight.

"what is there to look at?" he asks, quizzically.

"the colour, silly. when the sun's still setting, the sky always gets like this, around the same time everyday. the pretty pinkish colour, like your hair."

he turns silent and observes the sky for a minute. you call him silly, as if it's an everyday thing that you compare a person with the literal sky.

"it's my favourite time of the day..." you mumble, just barely audible to his ears. and something about the way you stand there, and speak so softly, makes you look so pretty to him. "i'll always think of you when the sun is setting."

"oh- but i think of you everyday regardless, i suppose."

he already knows that. he already knows you love him. why does he feel so flushed right now?

"alright, i get it. enough. let's continue home," he urges you, holding your hand tighter. you follow him down the street, like a puppy.

life couldn't feel more at peace right now, with your fingers interlocked with his, listening to you hum your favourite song on the way home, the street now covered with the orange light of the sunset.

"any ideas for dinner?" he asks, a few minutes after some silence.

"mmm..."

oh, he regrets asking the question now, fully knowing what's coming.

"i want your tatas in my mouth, please."

"tatas?" sukuna's asks with furrowed brows.

after bursting into laughter at the way he said it, you attempt to think up an actual food you want for dinner.

"...just for tonight." sukuna mutters.

"huh?"

"don't ask me again, i might change my mind."

"wait- really?"

let's just say, your mouth had a taste of heaven for the first time that night.

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hello hello helloooo. this is a continuation of my gym bro gojo imagine. You search through gojo’s hamper and fap to his dirty briefs eeeww. the events aren't in chronological order, just the reader's horny experiences

tags: minors dni + gn!reader + reader's sex is unspecified + graphic blowjob + very uhhh testicle-centric ig + satoru rides ur face + oral sex + sex scenes are just fantasies (not real) + perverted reader again + underwear sniffing + scent kink.

You never thought you’d swoop this low. It was beyond an invasion of privacy; crossing the morality border and arriving in the field of degeneracy. Resting in the palm between clammy digits lay a pair of gray briefs -- your roommate's briefs -- Satoru's briefs. You found it by thoroughly searching his hamper, hiding underneath the pile of graphic tees and wifebeaters (don't ask why you were sifting through his dirty clothes in the first place). It's riddled in his potent musk meaning it's been there for a good minute and the scent only reinforced your presumption.

Your flesh crawls under the gusts of wind blowing from his ceiling fan, initiating your blooming wariness as you stand in the middle of his room. You glance to your left at the open door of Satoru's room.

Gojo had left temporarily to pick up some snacks (most likely an abundance of goodies tainted with added sugars and grease). He wouldn’t know what you took from him. How long would it take for someone to find out their briefs were gone? Undergarments are the last thing people think to go missing, right? No. You shouldn't keep them. That would be too over the top.

You decide to sit at the edge of his bed as you fight with yourself internally, staring at the piece of cloth -- cloth made for the most intimate part of the human body. It conceals his groin, from the leaky tip of his mushroom head to his hanging balls. Your mind wanders to something more lascivious as you inquire if he still keeps his pubes. You can imagine him keeping his happy trail, trimming it up a bit, just to keep minds fresh with lust as they look at silver strands of hair starting below his cute belly button and ending beneath the hem of his sweatpants.

Though, you believe the hairs on his balls would be gone for his hookups to gargle on them. He'd be aware of how uncomfortable the hairs would be down their throats. The pleasure would be mutual since he'd be able to feel their wet tongue directly lick the loose skin of his sack. The tendons of his legs would tighten and his toes would clench the floor underneath him as he attempts to keep his groans at bay.

It would be hard for him, undoubtedly so. The wet swell of the appendage would skillfully cup his testicles, sucking in their cheeks and releasing with a degenerate 'pop'. You can envision him tilting his head back to look at the dim ceiling, growling out a shakey 'fuuuck' as he grips the scalp of his fervid hookup -- bobbing their head and relishing in the struggled intakes of air.

You struggle for your own breath as Satoru's room starts to get humid. Materialized images of your hot roommate's sex life plague your head. You were completely unaware of the hand that found itself touching the fabric that barricades your genitals. Fingers grope you in mannerisms you only know; familiar flicks, strokes, and taps composed in patterns you could only produce. A question arises within you: When did you start touching yourself?

Satoru's dirty briefs find solace beneath your nostrils, the crotch region burrowed deep in your face. It was tainted in sweat. It stunk. It stunk with Satoru's smell. However, humiliation was nothing but a distant stranger as it remained near your nose and your fingers continued to dance along that spot that made you writhe.

Another fantasy covered with unapologetic libido haunts you again as Satoru hovers over the apex of your face. Nearly sitting on your collarbones, the base of his cock drifts along the tip of your nose and you juggle his balls with your tongue, the frantic piece of muscle excitingly glides around him, sucking out an unrestrained moan from him. He'd put one hand on his headboard while the other finds purchase on your cheek -- the bulging vein that crawls along his index finger fills your peripherals.

"Look at you, a good little thing taking my balls down your mouth. This is what you've been wanting for a while, huh?" is what he'd say between quivering lips.

His stamina was of a revved-up motor, grinding on your face with sloppy thrusts in search of climax. He'd want you to come with him too, of course -- ordering you to keep pleasuring your filthy fucking sex as he humps your nose like a sly dog. You'd dig the nails of your left hand in his perk ass and he'd clench them in response. You know you'd come for him. You were just as close as he was once you felt his quads shiver near the shell of your ear.

His cock tip would leak precum and your genitals would begin pulsing to the beat of Satoru's thrusts. His sweat glands would open up, seeping out his natural, potent odor. It's bliss for you as you deeply inhale its chemicals like it's gasoline. Sniffing in the toxic fumes for its scent is addictive.

The mere sight of him riding your face as though he's in heat, his must that taints the room, his clenched jawline as he feels himself close to ejaculating; it was all enough to make you cum. And he'd follow suit.

The ropes of semen shoot in the locs of your hair, gluing the strands together. He'd love how it'd decorate you. Like a fucked up Christmas tree. His smile would shine brightly before his form would disintegrate, fading away into atoms.

You'd blink once. Then twice -- man. You finally find the gall to sit up from his bed, making sure there are no bodily fluids left on his sheets before walking up to his hamper. Sinister, opaque clouds slowly start to invade his room, progressively making their way over your head as shame pours over you. How could you do such a thing in HIS own room? A long disappointed sigh sneaks out of your lungs. You'd continue to mope in your room before he catches you standing in his room, caught red-handed.

You were about to throw his briefs on top of the dirty pile of clothes until you saw something peculiar. Bending over to pick up a piece of cloth, you inspect it.

Its red hue was obnoxious and its style was unfitting for Satoru's stature -- or rather his style in general. You rotate the undergarment to find out that it's unexpectedly in your size. You and Satoru weren't even remotely close in size either. He's a big man with big muscles and you're not even in that caliber of staggering height and bulging veins.

You squint at the cloth, deep in thought. Where could these come from? It felt like ages until your eyes widened at a distant memory of laundry day and a feeling of something being missing as you folded each of your clothes to be put away.

Satoru took your underwear?!

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hello hello helloooo. this is a continuation of my gym bro gojo imagine. You search through gojo’s hamper and fap to his dirty briefs eeeww. the events aren't in chronological order, just the reader's horny experiences

tags: minors dni + gn!reader + reader's sex is unspecified + graphic blowjob + very uhhh testicle-centric ig + satoru rides ur face + oral sex + sex scenes are just fantasies (not real) + perverted reader again + underwear sniffing + scent kink.

You never thought you’d swoop this low. It was beyond an invasion of privacy; crossing the morality border and arriving in the field of degeneracy. Resting in the palm between clammy digits lay a pair of gray briefs -- your roommate's briefs -- Satoru's briefs. You found it by thoroughly searching his hamper, hiding underneath the pile of graphic tees and wifebeaters (don't ask why you were sifting through his dirty clothes in the first place). It's riddled in his potent musk meaning it's been there for a good minute and the scent only reinforced your presumption.

Your flesh crawls under the gusts of wind blowing from his ceiling fan, initiating your blooming wariness as you stand in the middle of his room. You glance to your left at the open door of Satoru's room.

Gojo had left temporarily to pick up some snacks (most likely an abundance of goodies tainted with added sugars and grease). He wouldn’t know what you took from him. How long would it take for someone to find out their briefs were gone? Undergarments are the last thing people think to go missing, right? No. You shouldn't keep them. That would be too over the top.

You decide to sit at the edge of his bed as you fight with yourself internally, staring at the piece of cloth -- cloth made for the most intimate part of the human body. It conceals his groin, from the leaky tip of his mushroom head to his hanging balls. Your mind wanders to something more lascivious as you inquire if he still keeps his pubes. You can imagine him keeping his happy trail, trimming it up a bit, just to keep minds fresh with lust as they look at silver strands of hair starting below his cute belly button and ending beneath the hem of his sweatpants.

Though, you believe the hairs on his balls would be gone for his hookups to gargle on them. He'd be aware of how uncomfortable the hairs would be down their throats. The pleasure would be mutual since he'd be able to feel their wet tongue directly lick the loose skin of his sack. The tendons of his legs would tighten and his toes would clench the floor underneath him as he attempts to keep his groans at bay.

It would be hard for him, undoubtedly so. The wet swell of the appendage would skillfully cup his testicles, sucking in their cheeks and releasing with a degenerate 'pop'. You can envision him tilting his head back to look at the dim ceiling, growling out a shakey 'fuuuck' as he grips the scalp of his fervid hookup -- bobbing their head and relishing in the struggled intakes of air.

You struggle for your own breath as Satoru's room starts to get humid. Materialized images of your hot roommate's sex life plague your head. You were completely unaware of the hand that found itself touching the fabric that barricades your genitals. Fingers grope you in mannerisms you only know; familiar flicks, strokes, and taps composed in patterns you could only produce. A question arises within you: When did you start touching yourself?

Satoru's dirty briefs find solace beneath your nostrils, the crotch region burrowed deep in your face. It was tainted in sweat. It stunk. It stunk with Satoru's smell. However, humiliation was nothing but a distant stranger as it remained near your nose and your fingers continued to dance along that spot that made you writhe.

Another fantasy covered with unapologetic libido haunts you again as Satoru hovers over the apex of your face. Nearly sitting on your collarbones, the base of his cock drifts along the tip of your nose and you juggle his balls with your tongue, the frantic piece of muscle excitingly glides around him, sucking out an unrestrained moan from him. He'd put one hand on his headboard while the other finds purchase on your cheek -- the bulging vein that crawls along his index finger fills your peripherals.

"Look at you, a good little thing taking my balls down your mouth. This is what you've been wanting for a while, huh?" is what he'd say between quivering lips.

His stamina was of a revved-up motor, grinding on your face with sloppy thrusts in search of climax. He'd want you to come with him too, of course -- ordering you to keep pleasuring your filthy fucking sex as he humps your nose like a sly dog. You'd dig the nails of your left hand in his perk ass and he'd clench them in response. You know you'd come for him. You were just as close as he was once you felt his quads shiver near the shell of your ear.

His cock tip would leak precum and your genitals would begin pulsing to the beat of Satoru's thrusts. His sweat glands would open up, seeping out his natural, potent odor. It's bliss for you as you deeply inhale its chemicals like it's gasoline. Sniffing in the toxic fumes for its scent is addictive.

The mere sight of him riding your face as though he's in heat, his must that taints the room, his clenched jawline as he feels himself close to ejaculating; it was all enough to make you cum. And he'd follow suit.

The ropes of semen shoot in the locs of your hair, gluing the strands together. He'd love how it'd decorate you. Like a fucked up Christmas tree. His smile would shine brightly before his form would disintegrate, fading away into atoms.

You'd blink once. Then twice -- man. You finally find the gall to sit up from his bed, making sure there are no bodily fluids left on his sheets before walking up to his hamper. Sinister, opaque clouds slowly start to invade his room, progressively making their way over your head as shame pours over you. How could you do such a thing in HIS own room? A long disappointed sigh sneaks out of your lungs. You'd continue to mope in your room before he catches you standing in his room, caught red-handed.

You were about to throw his briefs on top of the dirty pile of clothes until you saw something peculiar. Bending over to pick up a piece of cloth, you inspect it.

Its red hue was obnoxious and its style was unfitting for Satoru's stature -- or rather his style in general. You rotate the undergarment to find out that it's unexpectedly in your size. You and Satoru weren't even remotely close in size either. He's a big man with big muscles and you're not even in that caliber of staggering height and bulging veins.

You squint at the cloth, deep in thought. Where could these come from? It felt like ages until your eyes widened at a distant memory of laundry day and a feeling of something being missing as you folded each of your clothes to be put away.

Satoru took your underwear?!

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I love maladaptive daydreaming!!1!

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colored an old sketch

part of a patreon post

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I cant stay active on here to save the life of me bro

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absolutely in love with this theme HEHE it's so sparkly ...

Ty my love <3

[dilftaroooo]

chicken nugget

chicken nuggets are a lingering character in my arc rn