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Riding John Marston with an inch of his life 💔

disclaimer: SMUT, fem-bodied reader, reader is referred to as “girl” multiple times, implied consent (both parties are enjoying themselves), riding, p in v, petnames, edging, light groping, praise, cum, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap before you tap), crying (John), whimpering (John), swearing (John), a light slap to the thigh, implied second round

wc: 560

John Bartholemew Marston is not a whimperer.

Well, he wasn’t, until now, head thrown back, scruffy chest heaving as he grips the headboard for dear life, eyes shut, brows furrowed as you bounce on his cock.

The rough, fast movement is making his cot squeak and groan, not unlike John himself.

“Sugar, you gotta-“ He pants, shaking his head, running a shaky, scarred hand through his greasy hair. “Gotta slow down, or m’gonna blow my load.”

You slow right down, almost cruelly, leaning down to kiss him. He melts into it, free hand cradling the nape of your neck, cock twitching inside you when you hum into his mouth.

“Beautiful girl,” He drawls, voice hoarse, and casts his forearm over his eyes. “Just hang on a minute, let me..” He takes a shaky breath, cheeks and the tips of his ears going pink.

He’s never been one to cum fast, but with the gang moving camp so often recently, you haven’t had time to attend to the poor man, so he’s all pent up.

“Want me to stop?” You murmur gently, earning a shake of his head. “Give me somethin’ gross to thnk about,” he sighs. “Or I’ll cum.”

You think for a moment, fighting a smile. “You don’t have to hold it, baby. Want you to feel good.” You reply, rocking your hips once, twice. He shudders, shaking his head, hands flying to your hips to hold you down on him, legs already wobbling.

“Please.” He croaks, and you give his cheek a gentle, grounding tap. His nose crinkles, but he opens his eyes, looking up at you with those big, brown puppy-dog eyes.

“Want you to.” You coax, rolling your hips again, and his head lolls back, a soft, cracked sound leaving him. “C’mon, John, let me make you cum.” You say softly, and he nods, dumbly, unable to trust his voice.

You guide his rough hands up to your chest, and he groans, low in his chest, gazing up at you through his lashes, breaths laboured. It doesn’t take much more; a little praise, some gentle coaxing, and he’s spilling his load like a fucking virgin, eyes crossing ever-so-slightly, jaw clenched, muscles trembling as he tries not to buck up into you.

“That’s it, baby,” You whisper, hands planted firmly on his chest as you slam your hips down against his, practically milking him. “Cum inside. That’s it. Right where I want it, you’re so good to me, John.”

He eats it up, head thrown back as he empties his balls, a sob forcing it’s way out of his throat, tears gathering on his lashline. “Fuck- Princess, you’re ruinin’ me..” He sobs, delivering a slap to your thigh.

“Fuck!” He whimpers, face all screwed up, muscles tense and trembling. His tummy tightens and relaxes a few times, before he collapses, lashes fluttering, lips parted in heavy breath. “Thank you, beautiful.” He manages, rubbing lazily at your hip as he softens inside you.

“Think you can give me another?” You whisper, and his eyes flick to you, like an activated sleeper agent. He looks you over, a little grin finding its way onto his face.

“‘Course, baby.. Whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

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Okay so I really liked the camboy Toji idea BUT make it Dick Grayson🙏

ur giving me ideas... stop let me get my freak on rq

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intro page!!!

HIIIIIIIII!!!!!! I’m ashlyn, I'm 19, I write for fun, my favourite colour is chartreuse, and my favourite animal is a mandrill monkey!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! I write for the following fandoms (for now), but I might’ve left some out, so feel free to ask!!!

ALSO; I do not write for minors, so I won’t write for anyone under 18 from any media. I also don’t write for irl people. Anime :

JJK

AOT

Games :

Resident Evil

BG3

TF2 (Maybe TF1 also 😏)

RDR (1 and 2)

Misc :

DC Comics

Creepypasta

Slashers (Horror movies/shows)

Arcane

The Lost Boys

Twilight

The Boys (the show, not the yt group)

Probably a bunch of other stuff too that I’m not thinking of! HMU!

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Choso eating 😻 AND 🍑?!

SMUT! Full consent, no cnc here... this time

disclaimer: fem bodied reader, but no prnns, mentions of porn, male masturbation, cunnilingus, ANALingus, pubes, scent kink if you squint, humping, fingering, talk of anal, cho might be ooc

wc: 419

It all started on pornhub. Cho would never admit to you that he watched it, but he does.

He’s too dirty not to, huddled up in the bathroom while you sleep, not wanting to disturb you, phub opened on YOUR phone, held inches from his flushed face as he fists his cock, leaking all over his fingers as he watches some video of a girl with her cheeks spread.

Her lover, a handsome man with fluffy lashes and big, half-lidded eyes, tongue out as he pistons it in and out of her pink hole.

From that moment on, he’s obsessed, begging you every moment of every day to let him finally bury his face between your asscheeks.

When you finally agree, he springs into action in seconds, tugging your pants down and forcing the gusset to the side to find your clit first, nose buried in your pubes, inhaling and lapping at your pussy, baby browns half-lidded, panting as he gets himself drunk off the smell of you.

You’d never guess he’s never done this before, big hands spreading your cheeks confidently, slurping and panting as he smears the juices from your pussy over your asshole.

“Please,” He croaks, humping the mattress as he kisses and noses at the tight entrance. The second you give him verbal consent, for the hundredth time, he’s spreading you wider, fingertips breaching your hole to stretch it a little, hearts in his eyes and drool on his lips as he carefully leans in, nose pressed to your sticky labia as he wriggles his tongue past the marrier of muscle.

His lashes flutter, short, painted nails digging into the fat of your ass as he licks all around, a dopey, joyful look on his face, like this is all he’s ever wanted. He ruts his cock against the sheets messily, leaking and twitching as he focuses on making you feel good.

He stuffs two big fingers in your pussy with one hand, thumbing at your clit with the other as he tongue-fucks your tight ass. The stimulation makes your holes clench, and he whines, moving his tongue and fingers even faster, hoping to make you cum before he does.

Like always, he manages to hold off his own orgasm, a grin breaking across his dumb, handsome face as you kick your legs and pull on his hair, sobbing his name like he’s torturing you. When you come down from your orgasm, you lift your head to find him smiling up at you bashfully. “Can we go again?”

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choso winning by one percent is crazy omg ok ill deliver

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ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

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lifeguard satoru gojo 🩵

nsfw mdni!

you just wanted a relaxing beach day. maybe catch a tan, go for a swim. what you didn’t expect was a riptide — or your dumbass pride convincing you not to call for help until you were already flailing in chest-deep water.

but honestly?

almost drowning wasn’t the worst part of your day.

it’s what came after.

him.

your insufferably hot local lifeguard: satoru gojo.

so now, thanks to your need to look cute and mysterious in the ocean, there are strong arms around your waist and an annoyingly sexy voice in your ear saying:

“don’t worry, sweetheart. i got you.”

cut to now — coughing up ocean water, your pulse racing more from the man kneeling beside you than the near-death experience.

your first breath back to life was followed by the taste of cherry chapstick and the sound of him laughing.

six-foot-three. tanned. glistening abs.

“you good?” he grins, shades pushed into his messy white hair, strands wet and gleaming in the sun. he looked ike some kind of anime fever dream.

“still seeing stars, or just me?”

you squint up at him.

“…you’re the lifeguard?”

“yup.” he pops the ‘p.’ “satoru gojo. head of this beach and, clearly, your guardian angel.”

you blink at the greek statue hovering over you.

“you… saved me?”

“mmhm.” he adjusts his sunglasses. “sprinted. dove. kissed you and everything, princess. heroic shit, really.”

you scoff, sitting up on your elbows. “you are so full of yourself.”

he winks. “you’re full of seawater. let’s call it even, yeah?”

⸻

what happens next is a blur.

one minute you’re drying off in the empty first aid hut, wrapped in a fluffy towel and sipping water.

the next, satoru’s crowding you against the wall — blue eyes dark and gleaming, hand braced above your head, voice low.

“you good? or do i need to give you mouth-to-mouth again, just to be sure?”

“i’m fine,” you rasp.

he leans in, way too close.

“you sure? because i’m positive i felt tongue.”

you groan. “you’re such an asshole.”

“uh-huh. and also your hero,” he says, grinning. “so… i think that means you owe me one.”

⸻

that’s how you end up straddling him on the little cot in the back — still dripping wet and breathing heavy, but now for very different reasons.

towel discarded. bikini bottom shoved to the side.

his tight little red lifeguard shorts barely pushed low enough for his cock to be buried deep inside you, thick and hot and punching a moan out of your lungs.

“you’re insane,” you pant, hands planted on his slick chest.

“you’re welcome,” he grins, breathless, hands gripping your waist. he lets you set the pace but guides you every time you bounce down.

“pulled your fine ass outta the ocean. least you can do is let me drown in some pussy.”

“shut up,” you moan, clenching around him.

he laughs, groaning as he watches your tits bounce with every thrust.

“fuuuck,” he groans, head falling back. “you’re—shit—you’re tight. grateful little—ngh—thing, huh?”

“you want gratitude?” you gasp, rolling your hips deeper, nails dragging down his chest. “this is your reward.”

“an eye for an eye, huh?” he breathes, still grinning.

“an eye for a warm hole,” you shoot back, breathless, “or… whatever the saying is.”

he snorts, then whimpers.

“i don’t think that’s—fuck—that’s how it goes.”

but he’s a mess beneath you, jaw slack, eyes on where your bodies meet.

“look at you,” he mutters, reverent and filthy all at once. “taking it so fucking good, baby.”

“f-fuck—feels so good—don’t stop—” he pants.

“yeah?” you murmur, bouncing harder now. “still think i’m the one who needs CPR?”

“i need mouth-to-pussy every day of the goddamn week—”

you clench around him just right and he chokes on a moan, hands gripping your ass as he thrusts up into you, deep and fast.

“shit, baby—don’t stop—ride me just like that.”

you bounce in his lap, loud and shameless, water still drying on your skin as the ocean breeze slips through the slats of the hut — doing nothing to cool you down.

“so you gonna actually thank me?” he pants, that shit eating grin still half-there.

“i am thanking you,” you moan, dragging your nails down his abs. “you should be grateful.”

“i’m so grateful,” he groans, head falling back when you clench around him again.

“best fucking rescue of my life.”

his head hits the wall behind him with a thud, hands gripping your waist as you fuck him stupid, lips ghosting over his ear.

"hmm, should i say thank you?" you whisper.

"fuck yeah.” he moans, thrusting up to meet you, cock long, thick and perfect, hitting deep enough to make you gasp.

"thank you for saving me," you murmur, tightening around him. "thank you for giving me CPR. thank you for this huge dick—"

after that? oh, he loses it.

and so, you fucking just like that — messy and wet and absolutely unhinged — until your lips smash together and the waves crash outside the hut as you cum around him, walls fluttering tight as he spills inside you with a desperate, stuttering moan.

⸻

after, while you’re catching your breath still sitting on him, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“sooo,” he murmurs, “you gonna come back and almost drown again tomorrow?”

you hum.

“maybe.”

he smirks, thumb dragging across your bare hip.

“guess i’ll be on duty then. lifeguard or fuck toy — whatever you want, princess.”

you roll your eyes.

but then he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his — now soft — blue eyes.

“glad you’re okay, y’know.”

you melt. just a little.

“thanks for saving me,” you whisper.

he kisses your temple and holds you tighter.

“anytime, sweetheart.”

© j3llyc4kes

:3 please check out my other works! here’s the master list! <3

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happy birthday to me (june 4, im like a week late </3)

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gonna start taking requests

ill do most things just no death or poop

if you wanna know if i write for sum just ask! i dont bite

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HOW HE SOUNDS I kento nanami nsfw audio ʚ ‧₊˚✧ ࿐

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: nanami x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, praise kink, spitting (in audio), whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni

NANAMI is much more focused on your pleasure than than his. however, he is vocalllll. his voice is so low and intense it just makes your whole body shiver.

as professional as he is, he sounds like he’s barely holding it together voice heavy, slow grunts punched out of him like it’s too good to stay quiet..

“there. just like that.”

he fucks you like a man with a mission. hand on your waist, forehead to yours, slow strokes that go so deep you forget how to breathe. he groans low and rough in your ear when you clench around him.

source.

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Satoru Gojo is a drooler

tw: drool, sex, doggystyle, missionairy, blowjobs, might be shitty, didn't edit

wc: 601

smut under the cut

You hardly noticed it at first, the subtle way his saliva just can't stay in his mouth, how often he’d drool like a lopsided dog. It started in his sleep. He had a long day, fighting and running around doing the higher ups’ bidding. He was beat when he got to you, collapsing into your arms with a weak, sleepy whine.

You led him right to bed, of course, cradling his head to your chest, rubbing his back until his breaths became deeper, more steady. That’s when it started: the drooling. It covered his bottom lip at first, and because his cheek was smushed oh-so-cutely against your chest, it just spread. He wakes in a little puddle, pouting wetly up at you, as if to apologize for your messy shirt. “M’sorry.”

Next, it was when he was working out. Running on the treadmill in your home, brows furrowed, drool starts to collect on his lip, in the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t even notice, continuing to run, huffing softly as he goes.

You walk over, unable to fight a smile, and gently slow the tredmill. He looks at you like a kicked puppy, confused, and you wipe at his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb, cleaning him like a toddler. He finally notices, runs his tongue over his lips and pouts. “M’sorry.”

Finally, your poor boyfriend drools most often when he’s horny. Looks down at you with a gaped mouth as you suck him off, playing with his balls as drool dribbles down his chin. He nods his head in time with the bob of your head, as if hypnotized. “So pretty, baby..” He’d tell you, biting his wet lip, managing to pout around his teeth.

It worsens when he cums, trickling down his bobbing throat as he lets out those beautiful hoarse noises, chest heaving. After you swallow (or spit), he’ll tug you into a wet, sloppy, dirty kiss, and when you part, strings of spit still connecting your mouths, a wet pout makes its way onto his face. “M’sorry.”

It’s not only blowjobs that bring out the saggy old dog in your boyfriend, but any sort of stimulation. Backshots with him are the worst, droplets of spit landing on your back as he huffs and sobs, strings of drool hanging from his lips and chin. He lets out an almost-pained-sounding moan, and shaky hands find your hair, tugging on it hard as he speeds up his thrusts, whimpering behind you as he spills himself like a virgin. “M’so-so sorry, baby.. M’sorry..”

Or, maybe missionary is worse; his pretty face, drunk from past orgasms, buried in your neck, drooling as he hammers against your g-spot (or prostate), sobbing “I love you”’s, and hips stuttering every time you make a sound.

“Lo-Love you s’much. M’gonna come.. Can I come? Mhm?” He’d babble, wetting your shoulder with the drool pouring from his gaping mouth, tongue darting out to lap at your skin drunkenly. “M’sorry.. Makin’ such a mess, m’sorry..” He sobs, headboard slamming against the wall as his thrusts quicken. He cums with a moan from the gut, eyes fluttering and going crossed as he pumps his cum deep inside.

No matter how the drool accumulates, he always manages the same little kicked-puppy look, gazing up at you through those ivory lashes like he’s never done any wrong in his life. “M’sorry.” He’ll mutter, swallowing his spit in an attempt to prevent any further mess.

He’s so messy, so drool-y, but who could ever stay mad at that face?

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ding ding! one gojo drooling coming right up

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confronting your school bully once and for all didn't go in the way you expected ( ｡ •` ⤙´• ｡ꐦ) you were gonna give that big, stupid meanie sukuna a piece of your mind. not bounce mindlessly on his throbbing cock until you start to drool, with your slick cunt making such an embarrassing mess on his wet shaft like you want this.

"what's wrong, pretty girl?" he sneers. his hands are behind his head while he lets you hold his waist to balance yourself, watching you bounce and ride his dick as he tucks his bottom lip beneath his teeth. "thought you hated me."

"shuuut uppp—" your voice cracks as you struggle to hold onto the last sliver of pride you have, you whimper, voice cracking as you try to hold onto the last sliver of pride you have. but it's hard. so, so hard. especially when his fat tip is bullying your cervix and making your stomach flutter with every bounce. you want to smack that stupid smirk off his face, but you can't even hold yourself upright. all you can do is cling tighter, dizzy from how good it feels, dripping and clenching like the needy little thing you swore you weren't.

he moves his hands from behind his head to slap and grip your ass, spreading the cheeks to watch his cock disappear deeper inside you. "you've got a mouth on you, girl," he snarls. "luckily, i know exactly how to shut it." he's right. god, he's so right. because right now? that mouth of yours is too busy moaning his name and babbling nonsense to talk any more shit.

your thighs are shaking, rhythm stuttering, and he knows you're close. he starts bouncing you himself now, big rough hands using you like his own personal toy. your eyes roll back as a fresh wave of heat pulses through you, loud gasps slipping out no matter how hard you try to bite them back.

"that the best you got?" he teases, voice low and smug as hell. "you were talkin' all that shit earlier, now look at you. dumb little schoolgirl brain all melted on my cock." you try to talk back-really, you do-but all that comes out is a high-pitched moan and a pathetic little twitch of your hips. you're clenching so tight around him, body trembling, tears threatening to spill as he starts rutting up into you even deeper.

"god, you're such a mess," he groans, fucking up into you so hard your body jolts. "bet next time you think about confronting me, you'll remember this-me, balls deep, wrecking this bratty little cunt." and fuck, he's right again. your head's empty, brain foggy, and all you can do is cling to him like your life depends on it while he ruins you completely.

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i only write once in a blue moon BUT WHEN I DO its mediocre