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jjk men WOULD NEVA say “ma’” or “mama” or “mamas” missy

do u always nitpick every blog u come across or like...?

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Reblog to make it die faster

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dork!reader fucking the entire football team in the locker room after they win their big game!

"can you take dick, pretty girl?" quarterback!gojo asked as his thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip. you looked up at all 5 of them—gojo, toji, sukuna, choso, geto—standing above you in their tall, towering frames over your smaller body which made your cunt clench pathetically around nothing. you still wore glasses with lenses that made your actual eyes twice as big, your teeth are covered in oversized braces which earned you the nickname "metal mouth" throughout the school, you still haven't gotten that acne under control from your earlier years, so what exactly made you special enough to get split open by the hottest guys in school?

their popular cheerleader girlfriends would totally want you dead for this, but you can't think about that once your bra is torn off of you, your skirt hiked up and your panties pushed to the side, and each of your holes are being filled with a throbbing cock. being athletes, they had an insane stamina that your school-lunch-fueled body couldn't keep up with, the locker room filled with the sound of gojo's hip snapping roughly against your plush ass as his cock fills your asshole, sukuna suckling your boob as you lay on top of him so he can fuck that wet little cunt, and the icky choking noises spilling from your throat as choso shoves his entire cock into your tight mouth. you can feel both of their dicks rubbing against each other as they fucked you violently—your perineum is only so thick :(

you can feel tears burning in your eyes as you struggle to fit choso’s dick into your mouth as your nose is buried into his thick patch of pubic hair, your cheek bulges out in a cock shape as his fat, leaking tip hits the back of your throat. "mmmph!" you yelp around choso's pulsing shaft, feeling the burn in your skin from gojo curling his fingernails into the flesh of your ass, sukuna's tip kissing your cervix with each upward thrust. the others beat their dicks as they stand around you, leaking precum into your hair and onto your bare skin. sukuna's large, tattooed arms hug your lower back as he presses you down against him, making you feel so stuffed with his twitching cock, threatening to spill an entire load of his cum inside of you.

choso pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, his stiff cock flinging up and slapping his abdomen as a line of spit connects your plump lips to his swollen tip. you cough, barely having time to catch your breath before toji's rough hand grips your face and forces it still so he can shove his own dick between your parted lips. you feel gojo pulling out as your tightest hole contracts, leaving sukuna's greedy dick all alone inside of you before geto takes his place, pressing the fat head of his cock into your abused anus before sinking in with a low groan—using gojo's precum to slip inside of you easier. he sinks his cock deep into your ass, his groan vibrating against your sweat-slick skin as he stretches you open even further.

sukuna, still buried inside of your slit, clicks his tongue as he feels your cunt fluttering around him. "tch. greedy little thing." he sneers, his fingers digging bruises into your cheeks as he slams harder up into you, forcing you to take him even deeper. choso watches, pumping his cock in slow, lazy strokes, your spit glistening along his length as his dark eyes drink in the depravity before him. "fuck, she looks good like this," he murmurs, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. "completely fucking used."

your body tightens at his words, pleasure sparking deep in your core as you feel sukuna's pace grow erratic. he's close, you can feel it in the way his thrusts lose rhythm, his cock throbbing inside your soaked cunt. "aaah, fuck." sukuna groans, moving one arm to press your head into the curve of his neck and shoulder. your body is a wreck, throat raw, holes stretched, your clit throbbing violently and neglected. toji keeps fucking your mouth without mercy, his thick cock bullying past the tight clutch of your throat, groaning as your gagging only makes him harder. tears spill down your cheeks, mixing with the spit dribbling down your chin—but he doesn't care, none of them do.

toji grips your hair, forcing you down until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, and with a deep, guttural groan, he cums. thick, hot spurts shoot down your throat, and you swallow instinctively, choking around his length as he holds you there, making sure you take every drop. sukuna isn't far behind. his grip on your hips tightens, a sharp growl escaping his lips as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you with his release. you shudder, walls fluttering around him, and that's all it takes for geto to snap-his hands grip your ass, slamming in deep before spilling his own load inside your tightest hole, groaning as he feels your body milk him dry.

choso strokes himself faster, watching your fucked-out body trembling, and with a deep grunt, he lets go-ropes of cum splattering across your face, dripping down your cheeks, your lips, your chin. you barely have time to breathe before sukuna pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks from your swollen pussy. "messy little slut," he hums, smirking as he drags two fingers through the sticky mix, pushing it back inside you just to watch you squirm. toji chuckles, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "think she can go again?"

gojo's still catching his breath as he grins lazily. "oh, she will."

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you know what.

I am so fucking tired of rape fics. I am a sexual assault survivor and you sexulise rape. why. why do I work so hard to get better and it all get ruined by some horny asshole just like last time. THESE CHARATERS DONT WANT TO RAPE YOU. rape is horrible, its NOT sexy. its traumatizing. why do you keep talking about it and writing about it. STOP MINIMIZING MY PAIN WITH YOUR DERANGED FANTASIES.

Simon Riley isnt a rapist

Leon Kennedy isnt a rapist

and belive it or not Jonathan Crane ISNT A FUCKING RAPIST

dont tell me not to kink shame

do not tell me to skip it

you cannot tell me that my trauma doesn't matter

STOP WRITING RAPE FICS

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suguru eats your pussy out like a man starved. his strong arms are hooked around your knees, flat on your back with your pussy on display for his viewing while his tongue teasingly laps up at your folds, a bold test to the overstimulated bliss he was willing to put your poor body through. "shit, ma', you see this?" you watched him bite down on his lip, boyish eyes staring up at you like you were some sort of exhibition. you gulped, knees tensing while his tongue flicked over your perfect clit. "never knew just how needy this sweet thing could be. got such a drooling mouth on her, doesn't she?" you didn't quite know if it was your cunt or your parted mouth he was talking about, considering you felt a dribble of saliva snake down the corner of your lips while arousal leaked steadily from your hole. but trust and believe, he'd clean you up and make a mess out of you over and over again. you choked out a moan when you felt his lips latch onto your clit, slurping and sucking the poor bud until your legs could do nothing but twitch and squirm. "f-fuck, suguru!" pleading, you tried your hardest to push him away, but you just felt his strong hands clench down harder on your soft thighs. suguru looked up at you expectantly, swirling the tip of his warm muscle up and down your parted cunt, pressing the weight down onto your nerves until you screamed and shut your eyes. you were quickly jolted out of your euphoria when he yanked you down and bent your legs over your shoulders, holding you down for good until he was satisfied and full of your stupid cunt. "that's not gonna do, baby." he smirked, letting the cold air wave over your overstimulated pussy. "we won't be finished until i clean your mess up, right?" you couldn't even fucking shake your head or plead for him to give you a break, because as soon as he was back to eating your cunt--you were back to whimpering his name like a soft melody fallen on deaf ears. "m'gonna cum, sugu'..." you warned him, feeling your cunt clench around his thick tongue while he alternated between licking your clit down to your hole. he just laughed, vibrating into your soppy cunt like he was high off of your juices. and when you tipped over the edge and came hard around his tongue, he never stopped. never stopped sucking, never stopped gripping you. suguru just kept on, even when you tried so desperately to back up and pull away from his needy tongue. how could he stop something when he was addicted to it? how could your poor boyfriend stop when it was your fault? getting him hooked to your taste until all he could remember is the sweet-and-salty mix of your aftertaste, the way your legs shook and how your orgasm gushed out of your cunt again and again? he couldn't just stop now, no--suguru had to eat your pussy, even if it meant your tears fell from your cheeks and dried against your skin. he briefly pulled his head away, only to firmly slap his palm down over your pulsing clit, making a wet 'thwack' that echoed along with your sorry moans.

"c'mon n' keep spreadin' those legs. you know how much this pussy means to me."

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choso and this took so long cause i finally drew my husband so it had to be right and im really happy with it!!!

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𓂃 toxic ex satoru fucking you on your wedding day.

implied cheating. public humiliation. relationship destruction. wall sex. hair pulling. toxic ex dynamic.

its your wedding day, hours from vows, yet the joy’s tainted when you glanced in the mirror and see him. satoru gojo, leaning against the doorframe. your toxic ex, the one you dumped years ago when his possessiveness, his need to control every move you made became too much.

he’s here, uninvited, in your private moment, and your stomach twisted. “fuck are you doing here, satoru?” you growl setting the fan down with a clatter, turning to face him, your hands balled into fists, he raises his hands mocking innocence.

“damn, i can’t visit the bride now?” he muttured stepping closer, his long frame casual but predatory. “thought you’d miss me, sweetheart.” you furrowed. “leave.” you snap, your voice low, serious, pointing at the door. “i don’t want you here.”

“leave?” he says feigning hurt, taking another step, his boots clicking on the floor. “im your guest.” his eyes flick over you, lingering on your dress, your bare shoulders, and you gulp. that old pull you swore you’d broken free from.

“you’re not my fucking guest.” you hiss, stepping back, your back brushing the vanity, your heart racing. “you’re here to mess with me, and im not letting that happen.” he tilts his head, shades slipping down, revealing those piercing blue eyes.

“mess with you?” he says, his voice softer, dangerous, closing the distance until he’s inches away, towering over you. “i just wanted to see you, one last time, all dressed up like this.”

you should have shouted, screamed at him, hit him, but the pull was unbearable, you still needed him. and now, it was too late.

he groans, his voice raw, lifting you onto the vanity, your dress bunching up, his hands sliding up your thighs, rough and needy. “satoru..” you gasp, your voice breaking as he pushes your dress higher, his fingers finding your panties, tugging them aside. “we shouldn’t—fuck...” you moan, his fingers brushing your clit, making you arch into him.

“tell me to stop.” he says his voice strained, pausing, his fingers hovering, giving you an out. “say it, and im gone.” you don’t say it, can’t, your hands pulling him closer, your lips on his neck, biting hard. “do it..” you mutter, your voice desperate.

“but make it quick.” he groans, low and raw, unbuttoning his pants, freeing his cock hard and thick, already leaking and lines up, thrusting into you in one deep, rough stroke, making you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuck, still so tight for me.” he growls, his voice breaking, his hips slamming into you, the vanity shaking, bottles clattering to the floor. “satoru, shit!” you moan, your legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper, your body betraying you.

he grips your hips, thrusting hard, fast, each stroke hitting that spot that makes you see stars, your moans loud, reckless.

“you’re mine.” he mutters his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back, making you gasp. “always fuckin’ mine, no matter who you marry.”

you whined pulling his hair back and he groaned thrusting deeper, his hand sliding to your clit, circling fast, relentless. “cum for me, sweetheart. show me you still want this.”. “cum for me, sweetheart. show me you still want this.”

“fuck, satoru!” you cry your orgasm hitting, your body shaking, clenching tight around him, pleasure crashing through you, he groans, loud and raw, cumming with you, spilling inside, his hips stuttering, his face buried in your neck, panting.

you’re both still, breathless, the room quiet except for your gasps, the reality of what you’ve done sinking in.

your white dress feels heavy, stained with the memory of his hands hours ago in the bridal suite. you push it down, your heart pounding, as the officiant’s words blur, leading to the moment you’ve been dreading and craving. the kiss to seal your vows.

your husband leans in, smiling, and you force a smile, your lips trembling, inches from his, then, a sharp crackle cuts through the air, the big screen behind the altar flickering to life.

gasps ripple through the crowd, and your stomach drops, a sick premonition hitting as you turn. there, on the massive screen, is you moaning, legs wrapped around gojo, his hair unmistakable, his cock thrusting into you, the vanity shaking, your voice crying.

“satoru, fuck!” the audio’s loud, obscene, your face clear, flushed with pleasure, his hands gripping your hips. its the moment from hours ago, when you gave in, let him fuck you one last time, thinking it was private, a mistake you could bury.

“no...” you whisper, your voice breaking, stepping back, your hands shaking, the veil slipping from your hair, your husband freezes, his face paling, eyes wide as he stares at the screen, then at you, betrayal carving his features.

“what the fuck is this?!” he says trembling with shock and rage, stepping away, his hands clenched, the crowd’s murmuring, some turning away, others staring, horrified.

you feel naked, so exposed, your chest is tight and your tears are burning your eyes. “i—im sorry..” you stammer your voice small, turning to the crowd as if it could keep them away from the disgusting screen while you search for him, gojo.

he’s there at the back, leaning against a pillar, shades low, a smirk playing on his lips.

he meets your gaze, his unapologetic eyes glinting like he’s won something.

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call my friends and tell them that I love them, and I'll miss them, but I'm not sorry

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Nobody understands how much I yearn for this man.😖

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ooo lawd this might bring me BACK

Girl I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure at the idea of playing with Remmick using vampire weaknesses. Letting wild garlic grow all around your house, knowing he’ll be fighting his way through it every night anyway, just to sit on your porch and beg on his knees to be let in. Sitting just inside your front door, legs slightly parted, while he’s crawling and drooling on your front porch, begging you to let him inside. Wearing silver rings while you have sex, so every time you touch him you burn him just a little. Letting him sleep in your bed and keeping the curtains closed in your bedroom, but throwing them open in every other room in the house. Playing with yourself on the couch, soaking in the late afternoon sunlight, while he’s whimpering and crying in the darkness of the bedroom, losing his mind. You know he loves to choke you, so you wear a silver necklace to keep his hands off your throat, knowing it’ll drive him insane. Something about the power dynamics of it all just scratches my brain the right way.

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fessing up that salesman! Toji does dirty things to you when he's trying to sell you furniture, eating you out from the back with your face pressed into the couch </3 telling you if a single drop of your juices stains the couch, you have to buy it. Apologies for the bad porno description <3

TW: non con

eveudbeksiwbdisjwksosb snail you HAVE to stop leaving these things in my ask box bc they haunt me for DAYS before i can get my brain to work enough to answer them. (don’t stop)

toji really does give off scummy salesman vibes, doesn’t he? like, 99% of the time he sucks at his job (rude to customers, doesn’t care enough to haggle for prices, will let out a deep, exasperated sigh if you ask him for anything more then the price of a product.) but when a pretty thing like you walks into the store? well, that’s a different story.

all small and nervous and doe eyed, rambling on about needing a couch or something for your new apartment (it’s hard to pay attention to the details when he’s thinking about throwing you on one of the display beds and railing you until he breaks the stupidly expensive frame.) he waits for you to finish with a little smirk on his lips, cock twitching each time you struggle to meet his eye. he must be intimidating to a girl like you. cute.

“yeah, i think i can do something for you.” he nods, ignoring how you tense as he puts his hand on the small of your back. “why don’t you come to the back with me? we’ve got some stuff in inventory i think you’ll like.”

and to his credit, he does show you some very nice pieces. offers a great price for them too. if only he didn’t insist on “testing” each of them with you. primarily with you gripping onto the arms or headboard for dear life while the salesman rearranges your insides.

“Hah, keep squeezing me like that and i’ll cut another thirty percent off for yah.” he pants, pulling your head back with the tie hes wrapped around your neck. finally that shitty collar they force him to wear every day comes in handy.

you’ll get your couch a few hours later at an unbeatable price, plus a few creampies in your cunt and irreversible trauma as a bonus. at the very least you can go home now and never come back. you’ll never step into a furniture store or speak to a salesman again.

at least until a few days later when a familiar, jacked delivery man comes to bring you the couch he sold you.

seems you got a little more then you paid for…

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hi, I don't know who I have to say this to because of how impactful AI is and I hope to the gods of the universe that none of you guys are using it--but who knows? if you contribute/write or read fanfiction and abuse the usage of AI (like using chat bots or using CHATGPT for other additional use), you are a part of the problem! thousands of people's work are being ripped off and spewed into systems with systems like janitorai or character.ai in order to create fictional chat bots. not only does it produce electronic waste (UNEP), but it is also the reason why so many of your favorite fanfics are being taken off the internet such as AO3 for example. it is an issue. I advise anybody--no matter if you write, read, or if you're just going through my blog and have NO IDEA what I'm talking about--to please take a minute of your time and do some research into how detrimental AI is on the writing community, as most importantly the world around us. thank you, -l.t.

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How to use Em Dash (—) and Semi Colon ( ; )

Since the ai accusations are still being thrown around, here's how i personally like to use these GASP ai telltales. 🦄✨

Em Dashes (—)

To emphasize a shift / action / thought.

They're accusing us—actually accusing us—of using AI.

To add drama.

They dismissed our skills as AI—didn't even think twice, the dimwits—and believed they were onto something.

To insert a sudden thought. Surely they wouldn't do that to us—would they?

To interrupt someone's speech. "Hey, please don't say that. I honed my craft through years of blood and tears—" "Shut up, prompter."

To interrupt someone's thoughts / insert a sudden event.

We're going to get those kudos. We're going to get those reblogs—

A chronically online Steve commented, “it sounds like ai, idk.”

Semi Colons ( ; )

To join two closely related independent sentences / connect ideas.

Not only ChatGPT is capable of correct punctuation; who do you think it learned from in the first place?

Ultimate pro tip: use them whenever the fuck you want. You don't owe anyone your creative process. 🌈

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yeah fuck that i would’ve left jujutsu society with him

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𓄴 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐒 + 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒

. ˙ ❐ Satoru Gojo

. ˙ ❐ Suguru Geto

. ˙ ❐ Kento Nanami

. ˙ ❐ Choso Kamo

. ˙ ❐ Toji Fushiguro

. ˙ ❐ Ryomen Sukuna

. ˙ ❐ Hiromi Higuruma

. ˙ ❐ Shiu Kong

. ˙ ❐ Ino Takuma

©mahgyu

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