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yall make posts about gojo and call him satoru like u kno the mf personally

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older boyfriend!simon headcannons (slightly toxic)

older boyfriend!simon expects you to open the door for him every friday night. he comes with flowers of course, your preferred candy of the week too. he’ll scruff off his work shoes and hug you with one arm as he kisses the top of your head.

older boyfriend!simon who’s tired as hell after a long week and doesn’t say anything until he’s taken his freezing fucking showers in your bathroom. washing off grime from the earlier work day so he can get back to you all clean and tidy. he likes using some of your fancy scrubs so he can get a little feel of what it’s like to be all soft and smooth like you. especially likes how the fruity scent lingers. 

he’ll yawn as he gets back to you at the couch, tossing the towel on the back before melting right onto you. you wince at his damp skin and slowly warm up to him, stroking his wet blonde hair, twirling at the greys of his roots. he’ll groan at the shitty reality tv and turn his head to the other side, closing his eyes and yawning away to his sleep. 

older boyfriend!simon doesn’t realize how deep of a sleeper he is because how on earth did you get up with his heavy body laying atop yours on the couch without him getting up? he scratches his head and rubs the sleep off his eyes as the morning sun warms his face. he gets up to stretch and finds you scrubbing away at his printed mask at the kitchen sink. walking behind you, he slips his hands under your thin shirt and rests them on the curve of your hips. he squeezes the fat and drops his face to kiss and lick at your neck. sloppy and sleepy pecks below your ear. 

you ring his mask out, “yeah, good morning to you too, si.” 

he ignores your sarcasm and slides his hands on yours, “reckon it’s time for somethin’ to eat, yeah? know a spot not to fa’h that you’ll adore.” you comply. you’ve had no groceries and didn’t wanna cook something anyway, plus you know he wouldn’t let you pay for anything. 

older boyfriend!simon makes you put something more decent on. he got such a pretty little thing, he can’t just show her off so easily! you both compromise on his hoodie (it’s been at your pace for so long that it’s practically shrunken down to your size) and shorts. he’ll stand behind you to the right with his arm around you on the sidewalk (he follows the sidewalk rule without even knowing it, he thought it was just basically common sense.) 

he knows the staff and orders his usual, suggesting you try it. the waitress there calls you both darlin and love, squeezes her server book when simon holds your hand across the table a little too tight. he likes having you beside him but sometimes you’ll sit across, he likes the way you chub your mouth full when you’re hungry, grinning at the taste. he’ll make you try something new off his plate, feeding you with his fork and wiping a crumb off your lower lip as you nod with a oh yeah that’s good. 

he knows not to make a scene over paying the bill, it’s his natural language of care/ the last time you tried letting him know you could also pay it, he just gave you this dirty look. god forbid you feel a little guilty because he’ll stop you with a “don’t even start, love.” 

older boyfriend!simon wouldn’t call himself toxic, he wouldn’t call himself anything. so what if he likes the fact you’re not too close with anyone? if you’ve only got a few girlfriends to hang out with, he gets all the precious time with you in the end. he likes how you’re always free, anytime he calls you’re already out the door. it’s either you're bored at home or you’re finishing up your shift, he’ll pick you up and treat you. 

maybe you rely on him a little too much. simon never forgets his kiss before showering so what the hell could you have done to upset him? he’ll leave knick knacks like candy or a book you’ll like just around instead of handing it to you to see your reaction, does he just not care anymore? it’s just his way of being petty, even at his old age. 

he’s not big on solo trips. what if something happens? you’re all he’s got and so what if something goes wrong, the only close person you’ve got around is him. it wouldn’t look too good if the police had to ask a man twice her age where his lady went, now is it? it’s better if he looks after you. 

older boyfriend!simon is big on routine, he wouldn’t call it controlling. it’s just unspoken: don’t cancel friday night, nothing too scandalous unless he picks it, and definitely no declining his calls. its good for both of you, he swears it. the weekend’s where you both can wind down, he can’t have certain men playing cheap games around you, and he doesn’t see a reason you can’t accept his calls. he knows your routine and he barely does anyway. 

you like his little rules too. you don’t admit it but his guidance makes you wet like nothing else. he can tell—he can always tell. when he’s got his fingertips grazing your mound before sliding his hand under your panties, the way your cunt drools when he talks about why he doesn’t do this too often, “don’t wan’ you gettin’ too used to it, birdie. i know you can only take so much.” his gruff words make you twitch and you swear if he went on a little longer, you’d come. 

it’s anything he says mixed with the accent, if public humiliation weren’t a thing, you’d drop your panties any time he’d try to correct you. 

when you confront him about not kissing you, not touching you like he normally does, that you'd rather have him raise his voice at you, he tells you, “ain’t raisin’ my voice. you’ll know when i’m bitter, love.” his arms crossed with a smile tugging a little at his lips–what were you even upset about?

or when it’s late at night and he’s damn tired but you can’t help yourself. you’re rubbing up on him like a minx, he sighs and slides his hand to your ass, “don’t start thinkin’ you can get away with that pout every time. s’gonna stop workin’ one of these days.” you know it won’t. 

older boyfriend!simon makes sure to take care of you so you can take care of him. The best way to make sure he stays steady is to make you feel safe enough to soften. he despises when you ask for his help, he thinks of it more as since you look after everyone else so much, thought it was my turn, yeah? more like his purpose to have this quiet authority over you. 

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PLEASE POST MORE I NEED YOUR STORIES TO LIVE

EEK IM SO SORRY I REALLY WANNA BE ONTOP OF POSTING its just writers block has been kicking my ass right now BUT I PROMISE ILL KICK IT UP THIS WEEK WHETHER IT BE DRABBLES OR FICS !!

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alright girls i dont think we're going old enough. whenever i write my age gap fics, unless i specify, bro im talking like 40+

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my perjods driving me crazy i think i could cum alone if i just gave some head

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currently dry humping john price

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https://www.tumblr.com/goaskangel/785944460645318656/cw-noncon-creampie-pleasure-drunk-reader

I totally get why people are uncomfortable reading stuff like this but oh my god

I need him so freaking bad 😩😩

i was lowk hesistant posting it BUT FOR REEAALLUGGHH

soap just a freak like dat we need to accept it im sorry ok its the truth

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cw :: noncon creampie, pleasure-drunk reader, babytrapping

johnny’s breeding kink couldn’t be any more obvious by the way he was fucking you, but you stayed oblivious. you never realized just how much he wanted a family with you, just how much he wanted to see the bump on your stomach swell because of him. 

you’d gracefully forbid him of fucking you without a condom, or at the very least not coming inside you. kiss him generously so it gets through his head but you still don’t notice how much he’s trying. keeping a hefty arm around your hips in doggy so you can stay angled; he keeps focus on the back of your head and imagines, instead, his raw cock pumping cum into your walls down to your womb. 

or when you ride him and his eyes, hypnotized on how your little pudge bounces, imagine his seed shooting up whilst you keep riding and dropping your hips as if you were fucking his kids right into you. 

so naturally, at a certain point he loses patience. conveniently for him, you happen to be ovulating and a sucker for his charismatic words. 

he preps you gently and swipes the hair out of your face, telling you, “mah lass, sweet enough to let a mutt like me raw in ya cunt.” teasing his sticky, much too aroused tip in your soppy pussy. you keep your arms a hold of him, kissing his warm neck and ear overly as he slips his cock into you. he swears it—everytime you bless him with the opportunity of fucking you unprotected, just himself inside of you, he can’t help himself. you yelp gently as he digs his growls loudly against your shivering neck. 

and johnny fucks you good and thorough. hips pressing up on you as he bottoms out in your warm, tight cunt—you wonder why you don’t let him do this more often. he whispers against your skin like he’s trying to imprint his praises under you, inside. you’re completely drunk off of it, too much into it that you don’t notice his yet again focused face as he sits back on his knees. 

watching how beautifully you take in his thick cock with every quick thrust he makes, you certainly wouldn't mind if he were to shoot his load deeply and nicely into you, right? with all the pre he’s been pumping into you and dribbling out, he might as well have already gotten you fertilized. 

so he does, with no hesitation, pump your needy cunt with his potent cum. pushing his hips deep to you and releasing with a loud moan and shudder. you freeze, 

“..johnny–” 

“fuckin’..finally..” 

“johnny no—pleaseno—get off of me-” 

“wassa ma'er, hen? yer needy cunt wouldn’t le’me go! had no otha choice.” 

“doesn’t mean you can fucking come inside of me!” trembling hands and a burning up face, you try pushing him away from you, wincing at his kisses, “oh are you fucking serio—”

“ah'll make it up tae ye, ah swear. lemme help.” he pulls his still weepy cockhead out and keeps you held still, going down with your thighs pinned open and watches how your folds dribble out his hot semen slowly, he put it way deep inside—smiling at the thought. 

before you whine again, he presses a hefty kiss against your throbby clit. his poor baby, he thinks, hasn’t come yet, it’s no fair. so he’ll make it up to you! slithering fingers up into your gooey walls and rolling them gently whilst licking and kissing your swollen bud. 

you would’ve been opposed to it because there’s no way fingering it out would prevent pregnancy but the way his textured fingertips roll in waves and rub up on your g-spot, you couldn’t be. johnny’s hot tongue slobbering like the mutt he is on your juicy folds, making you drunk once more, drunk enough so you won’t notice how he’s practically fucking his thick cum deeper into you!

[goaskangel]

hiii new mutal XXX how are youuu

DOIN GOOD LOWK lots on my mind but my hobbies keep me distracted its so freaking awesome, HOW R U CUTIE

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i think i just binged all the toji x virgin reader… so good keep up the good work!

hehe thank u so much 🖤

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happy pride u freaks

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simon riley does the knee thing when you makeout so you can rub yourself on his thick muscly thigh send tweet

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soap eating you out for the first time and you’re so embarrassed, everytime you twitch or whine, he just moans right in your cunt

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reader who loves lipstick but always forgets she's got it on. so she's constantly, accidentally, leaving prints on her husband's face. his cheeks, nose, lips, jaw, his neck. cracked lip prints of brown or red on the collar of his shirt, and you don't even notice—you're just rushing him to get to work! you're even more oblivious to the way his face rushes a smile and blush, telling himself he'll just leave it on.

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SO GOOD UGH

‘fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time’ and it’s just the tall chubby reader going straight for the most opposite men to exist, but apparently share the exact same type of woman. who would have thought the captain of the hockey team—inked, mean, pierced with a mouth made for sin—and Mr. Top of the Class—quiet, clean-cut, who opens door for strangers—would be into you?

tall, soft and so fucking thick their hands can't stay still. your tits spill over nanami's fingers as he cups them like they're fragile, thumbs brushing your nipples while his lips ghost over your jaw. you're trembling bent forward on your elbows, back arched, tits swaying in nanami's hand with every brutal thrust from behind—sukuna pounding into your sloppy cunt with that mean, pierced cock while the blonde man groans from above.

"open up, sweetheart," nanami murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip as you tilt your head back to look at him. "you're doing so good for us." sukuna's cock is hot and heavy, dragging against your walls as he sinks into you inch by inch—so many inches. you feel the cold sting of metal just at the base of his tip. his hips slap hard against your ass, making it widely jiggle—your cries muffled when nanami slips his thick veiny cock past your lips.

"you feel this cock, baby?" sukuna growls. "feel the piercing? bet no one's ever fucked that tight pussy like that." you moan around nanami's cock—deep and desperate—he gasps, one hand cradling your jaw while the other comes at your throat, squeezing the right amount to make your head spin. "you're incredibly beautiful." nanami says

your body's bouncing between them now—one in your mouth, one splitting you open, both raging and hungry cocks. one has a hand in your hair and the other on your belly.

"you like this?" sukuna grunts, smacking your ass hard enough to leave a print. "getting wrecked by two opposite motherfuckers who wanna do nothing but fuck you stupid? thought about this every time you walked by in those leggings. could see every jiggle, every curve—fuck,"

"don't be cruel," nanami huffs, but he's breathless, trying to control his hand on your throat—not squeezing too hard. "you're doing so well for us. you're gorgeous, honey. you're so good." sukuna snorts and grabs a handful of your belly, dragging you back into his thrusts. "you hear that? got this pretty boy's voice telling you sweet things while I fuck the slut outta you."

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angsty smut fic lowk

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seeing people's take on choso being alt is always so funny to me