#“f**k you”

[deunmiu-dessie]

older boyfriend!simon who's been pulling out to finish on your thighs since you've started dating. older boyfriend!simon who can't help but want to cum inside of you, especially when your cute little pussy clenches around his cock so greedily. older boyfriend!simon who moans when you cream around the base of him, whining and shaking. older boyfriend!simon who presses a sloppy kiss to your puffy lips when you beg for him to fill you up dazedly, with tear-stained cheeks. older boyfriend!simon who finally gives in. "wan' me t'a stuff y'r pretty pussy with my cum, hm?" ˙ᵕ˙

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[inesvazquezart]

Tears of the Kingdom *SPOILERS* *SPOILEEEERSSS*

Another short comic book of these two

*Edit* because what the hell is recall??? Is it possible to learn this power? I want a switch, I want to play the gameeee ;_;

Also Link, expent the rest of his existence wondering why didn´t he use recall on the house. Every night he had night terrors about it. Why Link? Why didn´t you use it???!!!

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ THE F*CK LIST (extras)

✧.* “See? Was that so hard? Now here, clean yourself off my fingers, messy girl.”

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ Masterlist for What-If scenarios & extra scenes that originate from & take place in the AU of my completed jjk fanfic; The F*ck List.

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This is a collection of oneshots, most of which are smut. Some are canon to the fic while others are not.

[ { CONTENT/WARNINGS } ] ➤ fem!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college au, whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

★ Geto called for phone sex. (pt. 1/2)

★ Geto couldn’t get enough of you. (pt. 2/2)

★ Choso treats his newly wedded wife like a slut.

☆ Gojo got to fuck you one more time.

☆ Sukuna became your fwb.

☆ Teasing Ino went further than planned.

☆ Your boyfriend Choso turns out to be a cuck. (pt. 1/3)

☆ Your cuck boyfriend sluts you out to Gojo. (pt. 2/3)

☆ Gojo and Choso have their way with you. (pt. 3/3)

Coming soon ➤

☆ Gojo joined you & Geto.

☆ Gojo skipped class to eat you out.

☆ You and Shoko practice kissing.

☆ You slept in Toji’s bedroom.

★ Choso let you hold him while he pees.

☆ Yuki and Shoko “comfort” you after the drama.

★ You and Gojo talked about your futures.

These aren’t exactly in order of when they’ll come out but links will be added to each as they’re published.

Some have been removed due to other projects I’d like to move on to.

[ ★ = canon. ☆ = non-canon. ]

|| @kamiversee || status; ongoing ||

Requests; closed

[see-arcane]

Trying to imagine Lucy’s situation right now.

Sleep means nightmares (if you’re alone).

Sleep means your blood is disappearing (if you’re alone).

Sleep means you’re doing worse than dying (if you’re alone).

And it’s all just Dracula playing with his food. The only thing keeping him from getting straight to the conclusion is his own restraint for the sadistic sport of it and practicing stealth in a land where he doesn’t yet rule the whole territory through fear.

But he could get away with it in one go. He could find half a dozen easy ways to pull it off before Van Helsing starts meddling in earnest.

…and that would end the game, wouldn’t it? No, no. Can’t have that. He wrung two whole months of fun out of Jonathan. Your turn now, Lucy.

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Closer

Tried to keep mood board inclusive, not meant to describe reader, just vibes of the fic dividers by @vg-k

Logan Howlett x f!mutant!reader

Summary: you’re a mutant with the ability to control blood, you use your powers to have some fun with Logan

Pure smut, minors dni!! established relationship, edging, Logan’s bratty and a masochist, sorta dom/sub dynamics (ur not the sub🤪), unprotected piv. No physical description of reader, no use of y/n. 1.4k words

Logan sat in the soft armchair, legs spread and head back, cigar smoke billowing from his mouth. His naked body was sweaty and spent. His chiseled chest rising and falling.

His cock was soft, resting on his sac and you eyed it with a smirk.

“I’m not done with you yet Logan.”

His eyes snapped up to where you laid on the bed, clad in a short satin nightgown, the back open to show off your bare ass.

“Don’t you ever get tired of torturing me?” He griped, but you could see the smile on his face, you could tell he wanted more, needed more.

“No.” You smiled sweetly and held up a hand, tracing imaginary lines over his body from where you sat, feeling the movement of his blood through his veins, the pumping arteries. He was so alive. You could feel his heartbeat get faster and faster as he anticipated what you were gonna do to him.

Logan breathed heavily as you began to manipulate his blood. He winced as he felt it begin to move by your hand but willed himself to sit still, his only giveaway his clenching fists.

Your smile was wicked as you moved a singular finger downwards, forcing his blood to travel right where you wanted it.

He huffed through his nose and his chest started to rise and fall more rapidly as his cock began to stiffen.

You keep moving his blood south, making him grow and harden. You loved seeing it happen, the way his cock got so big and hard; his proud length revealing itself with his arousal.

Logan let out a whimper as his cock hardened more and more. He fought to stay still in the chair and sucked in a shuddering breath before letting out a guttural, animalistic moan.

You pushed more blood into his manhood, just enough to make him painfully hard.

And sure enough, he gasped out a pathetic noise that sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck!” He moaned and his hips jutted up instinctively, his cock bobbing back and forth with the movement.

You giggled as you watched him struggle. His head was thrown back again and he panted, the tip of his cock began to leak out precum.

“Aww Logan” you cooed mockingly, “Look at you.”

He glared at you, the look in his eyes a challenge.

You weren’t about to shrink away from it. You were all too familiar with Logan’s attitude, in fact it was one of your favorite things about him. With your powers, everyone was too scared to even look at you. But not him, he was always ready to push you, to test you. He’d never admit it but you knew he liked the power you held over him.

“What?” You purred, “You want more?”

“Fuck you.” He muttered and rolled his eyes.

Heat swirled within you. You knew what he was doing, why he was pushing you like this. You were all too familiar with the little game you two played.

“Is that really how you’re gonna talk to the woman who could explode your dick with a flick of her finger?”

He scoffed,

“Nah you wouldn’t bub. You like it too damn much.” He smirked and you couldn’t help but smile. He was such a smart ass. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You just shrugged and focused on his blood once again. This time making it pump in and out of his cock, making him throb achingly.

Logan cried out, once again clenching the arms of the chair. His cock began leaking more.

“You should still be careful with the way you talk to me.” You kept your focus on his cock.

“I-ah fuck!” He moaned, unable to come up with a cheeky response this time.

His hips rolled and he threw his head back in ecstasy; you admired the way his cock moved as he let noises shamelessly rip from his throat.

You picked things up just a bit.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.” You snapped as Logan reached for his cock desperately.

He swore and grabbed the chair again, his eyes pleading with you.

You just eyed him hungrily and he gasped as you intensified the throbbing of his cock. He let out a guttural roar as his claws shot out, his body trembling.

“Ah-fuck” he failed to hide the whimper in his voice and his hips bucked up again.

You could feel the throbbing of his cock and your pussy grew wet with the complete control you held over him.

His hairy chest heaved, glistening with sweat. His teeth were gritted as he dug his claws into the chair, wrecking the wood.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” You asked softly and he grunted through his teeth, his muscles flexing. You could tell that it did, judging by how he moaned for you, you knew how much he liked the pain.

“I asked you a question Logan.” You murmured, your voice like velvet. You felt his cock throb of its own volition at the way his name rolled off your tongue.

“Mmmm yeah.” He gasped out and groaned when his manhood pulsed once again, not from anything in particular you did, but at how it felt for him to submit to you.

“You wanna cum, don’t you baby?”

You stood up off the bed and slowly walked over to him. Stroking a gentle hand down his face as he grew more and more flushed.

“I’ll let you fuck me right now, Logan. All you have to do is answer my question.”

He unsuccessfully held back a whimper as he looked up at you; panting, his expression wrecked.

Growing impatient, you made his cock throb especially hard and he let out a strangled moan.

“Fuck! Yes.” He gasped finally, “Fuck…please…I wanna cum. I wanna fucking cum, please.”

You smirked and let up your hold on him finally, making him gasp and slump over, shuddering in relief. It didn’t matter though, his cock was still impossibly hard.

He looked up at you again and you had just a few seconds to register the animalistic lust in his eyes before he shot out of his seat and grabbed you. Turning you around, he bent you over the bed and thrust into you hard, making you cry out.

You let go of your powers completely, relaxing into the mattress as you let him take you. Moaning through the devious smile plastered across your face.

Logan’s hips never faltered as he drove himself into you over and over again.

He speared you on his length. His hips slamming into you unforgivingly as he chased the release he had been needing so badly.

The head of his cock pounded that spot deep inside of you over and over and you fell off the edge almost immediately; crying out for him as you held onto the sheets for dear life. You could hear him grunting and panting behind you has he held you in place, almost feral in the way he was railing you.

He put his hand on the back of your neck, pushing your face into the mattress and gripping your hip with the other, his claws grazed your skin and tangled in your hair.

“Oh my god.” He moaned as your cunt squeezed him. His slicked up abs flexed as he thrust into you, fucking you like an animal.

He growled as he came, slamming into you as each spurt of cum shot into you, soaking your walls. You moaned as he filled you.

Logan panted and laid on top of you for a moment, letting his claws retract.

After a few seconds he wrapped an arm around your middle and hauled you up onto the bed before both of you collapsed on your side, spooning with his dick still inside of you.

You sighed and nuzzled into his big burly arms.

“Fuck…” He breathed as he buried his face in your hair, his cock twitched inside of you.

You smiled to yourself and slid him out of you as you turned over and cuddled against his chest.

You settled in and let yourself relax as he held you tightly, his overstimulated cock pressed against your sex. He held you impossibly close, as if you might get ripped away otherwise. He kissed and cradled your head against him in what could only be an act of devotion.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I watched X-men (2000) and i immediately wanted him moaning and whimpering what can I say??

Also pls use tags if you’re going to repost as it helps with post visibility🫶🫶

[wheat-angel]

For any selfshipper out there who finds themselves low on energy a lot, physically or mentally, to where it's hard to take care of yourself everyday:

You're F/Os still love you.

It's hard to find the time or energy to shower? They help you set a routine, but they won't scold you if you miss a day for whatever reason, there's always tommorow.

Cleaning up after yourself not coming easily? C'mon, let's do one thing at a time together. Maybe picking up one specific item and putting those away. Or maybe choosing a small section of the room that's "messy" to focus on.

Chores need to be done, and you're overwhelmed? Let's turn it into a game. Maybe a point for each thing you get done. Or maybe with each part of it complete, you get to get a little reward for them, and if you collect all of the little rewards, you get the big prize, hm?

Finding it impossible to cook for yourself? It's alright, even if you microwave something or order out, all that matters is that you're eating.

Missing medications? You'll be rewarded with hugs if you go do that for them, because that's important. And if it's got to be at a specific time, then your F/O will help you through the day as best they can.

All they ask of you is that you do what you can. They know it's hard and tough, but for you, they'll try to be as patient as they can. You need to take care of yourself because they want to see you being alright and getting through day by day.

They love you. Platonically, familialy, or romantically, it doesn't matter. They love you and care about you.

You're doing your best. Be patient with yourself like how'd they'd be patient with you. If you need to push yourself to do it, then let your F/Os be the ones trying to motivate you to do it if that helps you.

~~♡~~

If anyone reblogs with tags or comments about how gross or disgusting these kinds of people are, you will be blocked on sight. Don't shame people for their struggles when you don't know them.

Also Pr0///shippers, their supporters and neutrals DNI. Everyone deserves human support like this and don't deserve to die, but this specific post is not for you.

[moraxsthrone]

nsfw. MDNI. x f!reader.

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wriothesley binding your wrists with his tie is all well and good...

but what about when he ties it around your ankles before lifting them in the air? his leaking cock bounces when he catches sight of your swollen pussy lips sticking out between the fat of your trembling thighs. he's got a firm grip on the makeshift restraint, keeping your legs up when they want to give out. with his free hand he guides his cock to your slit, spreading your wet lips open around his fat tip as he slowly pushes inside you. you cry out at the fullness of the stretch, your legs shaking on his shoulder as he wraps his hands over your hips to steady you.

"fuck, so warm and tight, baby..." wrio groans, working his cock in deeper with slow thrusts until his heavy balls are pressing against your taint. "gonna fuck my shape into you..."

he fucks you long and hard, making you twist and white-knuckle the fabric beneath you, your eyes rolling back as his strong thighs slap into you. holding his shirt up with his teeth and your ankles together with his tie, the duke watches while your wet, puffy lips suck and give on his creamy, thick length.

[emilyjunk]

"Kevin isn't that bad it's not like he beats her, why does she need to kill him or fake her death, just get divorced" you are the point of the show, you are missing the crucial reveal. Allison sees Kevin in every single scene as she does their last scene together, but we as the audience aren't privy to that and we only see sitcom Kevin which is Kevin's self perception. He is not suddenly becoming scary and threatening to her. He was like that the whole time. We only see Allison's feelings about Kevin and the aftermath of her interactions with Kevin -- this is the ONLY time we see Kevin from her POV except for the brief initial breaking of the sitcom cam. Every other time we see Kevin on screen it's from Kevin's POV. Even after she cuts her hand we only see the bandage in her singular pov when she is away from kevin, but when it shifts back to sitcom Kevin it's gone.... We do not see the reality of her interactions with Kevin, that's the point of the show!!! Because when Kevin is on screen, it's Kevin's world! We only see Kevin from anyone else's lens in ONE scene at the end, which is when Allison decides to leave, so yes the sitcom cam "softens his abuse" but it also just fully acts as an unreliable narration because we never literally see Kevin from anyone else's POV until the series finale so every time Kevin is on screen it isn't even an accurate portrayal of what's happening, it's Kevin's perception of what's happening. Allison has viewed him like that the entire show, we as the audience just did not get to witness that POV until the end

[greenandsorrow]

Alastor that turns into a horny monster when it's the deer mating season. He's in the rut, always hard, always humping anything he can find in his room to relieve some of the tension in his groin. His primal need to mate and breed a partner, preferably another animal like demon. Sounds good?

UPDATE; the link to the full fic -> here

[deunmiu-dessie]

older boyfriend!simon ruining your pussy while your mom is home. all the while telling you to keep quiet. ( and you fail horribly ) ˙◠˙

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[socialjusticeinamerica]

The conservative Tories are doing to the UK what the Republicans want to do to the U.S.

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* CHAPTER 2 || Fuck The Foolish Mistakes

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, masturbation, pervy!gojo, tw; mentions/hints of stalking & obsession, some heinous activities, dark themes, disturbing actions, etc.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——THE SUMMER BEFORE everything went to shit for you was the same summer in which you and Shoko decided to move in together. For two months of break, it felt so much longer than that. It was a time in which you spent getting closer and closer to Shoko, so much so that it was only natural that you would call her one of your closest friends.

Although, said friendship seemed rather one-sided. Sure, you both got along pretty well but from what it seemed— Shoko had plenty of other friends to run to whenever she wished. So, after you realized that, you got a bit more real with yourself and dubbed her as simply your roommate. Closest friend, but roommate nonetheless.

This summer was also spent single after you’d gotten dumped a few weeks before the last semester ended. You were sad about it for a while but Shoko was there to cheer you up. Meanwhile, the other people you thought were your friends steadily started to showcase their truer colors, revealing how they never really cared too much about you to begin with and dropped you just like your boyfriend had.

Ah, whatever, that’s all old stuff anyway. It took you maybe a week to get over all that foolishness. So by the time summertime came around, you thought things would get better for you. Instead, you lost your job and that’s where your struggle began. You may have picked up one or two during your summer break but ultimately, none of them stuck long enough to trickle over to your final two semesters of school.

And as you went through such things, a certain someone was keeping track of it all like some fucking stalker. This person in question being none other than Gojo Satoru himself. Unlike you, his summer was rather pleasant. He started babysitting due to his not-so-hidden love for children, he went out a decent number of times, and he heard things about you without even asking.

Why? Because he had a wonderful friend who talked about you to no end— Gojo became very thankful for Shoko because it’s due to her that the pages of his notebook began to fill with endless entries about you. Perhaps journaling you became some kind of hobby for him.

Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t see you as much since it was summertime so he treasured every bit of information he got on you. Why was he so hooked on noting it all down though? Was it really curiosity at this point or, was it something so much more? He’d long since labeled it as a crush but that doesn’t excuse his journaling.

Hell, at one point Gojo found himself mindlessly writing down vivid details of the way your laugh sounds— from any pitch that’s ever grazed his ears, to the number of breaths taken before and after. It was then that Gojo dropped his pencil and read over what the hell he’d written down.

His hand shot up to his forehead and his fingers went to soothe his temples, brows tensing, and eyes narrowing at his own words. Did he… Did he really just sit here and describe a woman, who he’s never spoken to, and how her laugh sounds? At the realization, Gojo had to close his journal and push it away from himself.

Sometimes, he may try to pretend like he doesn’t see any harm behind this journaling thing of his but at moments like this… He nearly creeps himself out. Imagine if you were to ever stumble upon such a thing. Gojo’s almost disgusted with himself. Not even a hi or hello has ever been spoken to you and yet here he was printing the details of that joyful sound you make when you find something humorous.

Gojo was very self-aware by that point, mentally telling himself that he needed to stop this madness and just talk to you like he craved. Maybe Suguru was right, maybe your having a boyfriend didn’t matter.

On that day, Gojo should’ve listened to his own warnings. He should’ve taken care of his own red flags right then and there.

But instead, he only got worse.

—--

Depicting the details of your laughter was one thing. But going out of his way to print out photos of you he’d found on Instagram was an entirely different level of crazy.

Okay, so perhaps this was no longer just some cute lil’ crush… Gojo doesn’t know how his… curiosity got so dark. He doesn’t know where or when it really started but at some point, he thinks he became aware that this wasn’t exactly normal. Eventually, Gojo realized this was more of an obsession— you were an obsession.

A scary one too. Even scary to himself. The mere mention of your name would make Gojo’s heart race, whenever Shoko came around smelling like you in the slightest bit, Gojo could feel his mind blur and his thoughts instantly run to you.

One time Shoko, who was just as oblivious to this as everyone else at the time, showed the man a video of you and her trying some challenge together. Gojo doesn’t remember the challenge at all or even what either of you was doing in that video but he does remember having his eyes all over you.

He remembers seeing you hug Shoko by the end of the video and the feeling that burned in his heart. Such a deep form of jealousy swirled inside him and he couldn’t understand it. He never cared about Shoko being close to you before but now, it had pained him to watch his friend have the opportunity to feel you– to talk to you.

Something that Gojo told himself he no longer deserved to do. Yeah, he knows it was even more foolish but he felt as though he should be self-punished for his strange actions in regards to you. 

Those photos that he printed of you went right into his journal, along with an entry about how he wonders what it’s like to feel your touch. He wonders what holding a full conversation with you would be like. Would you laugh at the things he says? Would you playfully hit him if he utters something ridiculous? Are your hands soft? Would they feel soft wrapped around his cock-

Yet again did Gojo find himself dropping his pencil. Though, he doesn’t know which reason was worse. The fact that he really wrote that question down or the throb he felt in his cock at the mere thought of said question. Gulping, he told himself for the millionth time that he was losing his damn mind.

So much so that he had to push his journal away and really think about what the hell he just asked. He tipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting out a long sigh at himself. He’d lost it, hadn’t he? Thinking about you in such a vulgar way without even knowing what talking to you is like is the very definition of insanity, yes?

No, this is just his obsession. He’s not insane. But hey, maybe the two go hand and hand— maybe there’s no difference between being batshit crazy and obsessing over someone…

Either way, Gojo tries to collect himself, moving to look down at his current state only to find that his cock didn’t just throb, instead the damn thing got hard. The sight was disappointing, to say the least. Gojo stared at the outline of his dick, wondering what the hell is wrong with his body and how the fuck he got hard so damn fast. All he did was think about you…

He moves to part his legs a bit more, trying to comfort himself and deciding he was going to ignore his boner and just return to writing. Though, as he leans up and pulls his journal back toward himself, his cock aches yet again. Gojo lets out a little groan, somewhat scolding himself for being like this.

And then he manages to ignore himself for a bit longer. At least, up until he does nothing more than read your name on his page. His focus narrowed in on the letters of your name, the sound of it echoing throughout his brain before his lips parted and he let out a sound.

His hand shoots up to his face and he covers his mouth, completely confused as to what the hell he’d just done. There was absolutely no way he’d nearly moaned at your name alone. Oh this was… No, he was losing it-, not even, he’d lost it already.

Gojo steadily wiped his mouth, fingers rubbing over his jawline for a moment before he looked down to his crotch. He could now feel how stupidly wet his tip was. Was he in heat or something? How the hell did he get so horny from… reading your name? Thinking about you? Hell, he doesn’t even know where to pinpoint the cause of all this anymore.

Shaking his head, his first thought was that he was in no way going to touch himself to the thought of you. Absolutely not. Fuck no. He may be obsessed but he’s not a… actually, there’s really no word he could use to describe what he’s not right now because he pretty much checks every box for an obsessive pervert.

“Shit,” Gojo huffed, glancing over to his wide-open room door. A second passes, then two, then three before he’s standing to his feet and walking over to the door.

The man glanced out into the hall, finding no signs of Geto anywhere before he shuts his door. Then, he pauses and stares at the lock. He’s not really about to do this, is he?

…

He locks the door and rushes right back over to his seat. Gojo slouches back a little this time and his legs part, his eyes low on his hard cock resting against his thigh and how painfully it was bulging against the fabric of his clothes.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He whispers. There’s no way you’d gotten him this hard…

You and your… everything. The very idea of you made Gojo roll his hips upward, causing faint friction against his clothed cock. Then he shook his head and looked away from himself.

“Nope, I’m not doin’ this shit,” He whispered. He can’t jerk off to some girl he doesn’t even know. He shouldn’t.

It’d be different if you were some pornstar he was infatuated with, then he could jerk off to you and there’d be no issue. But when you’re his friend’s friend… it’d be so weird of him to do so.

Even if you have the prettiest face he’s ever seen. Despite your laugh leaving him in some kind of trance. Ignoring the way your voice sounds. Disregarding how kind you seem from afar. Nevermind the way you walk, the things you wear— and how the first time he saw you, you were in a skin-tight blue dress-

Gojo’s jaw drops a little, “Oh fuck,” His voice is already breathy and his hand has found its way to his aching cock, groping himself through his clothing.

He looks down at himself all over again, body hot and breath unsteady already. He swallows thickly and finally lets out a groan before moving to tug his cock out, watching how it slaps against his abdomen and letting out another heavy breath of air.

Gojo moves his hands to his thighs and just gazes at his cock for a moment, seeing how it twitches so desperately-, desperately for you, and how his tip is leaking with precum already. Hell, it look like he came already, cum leaking down along his dick so lewdly.

What would anyone think if they found him like this…

One of his hands moves to grab his journal and he flips to the page with your pictures on it. He shouldn’t do this. This is wrong-

A whine slips past his lips the second his eyes are met with your face. Then his fingers are wrapping around his shaft and he’s jerking himself off without second thought. “Fuuck,” He moans, tossing his head back with his lower lip beginning to tremble already.

His hand was working the length of his dripping cock furiously, back arching ever so slightly in pure desperation and utter need. Oh how he wished it was your hand here instead of his. Fuck, what would your mouth feel like? Hell, how are you during sex? Are you the submissive type? Would you let him have his way with you? Fuck that pretty mouth of yours like he wishes to?

Or are you the more dominant type? Would you have his legs shaking from sucking him off? You probably would. He can only imagine what your lips would look like wrapped around his cock— already wet with spit and dribbles of his cum. Your face would probably be all messy but you might like that kinda thing, right?

Gojo whines, his eyes flickering and hand not slowing for even so much as a second. Shit, your mouth is probably heavenly but what would your pussy feel like? How wet would you get for him? Would you take him all in one go? Beg him to fuck you faster?

Fuck, would you get on top of him? Take control? Ride him til’ he’s the one begging you to stop? Again, Gojo moans into the air, a few times actually. His wrist rotates as he fists his needy cock, veiny length aching for anything from you.

He wonders if you’d want him to talk you through it. Or if you’d talk him through it. Would you be mean? Nice? Fuck, his thoughts are driving him crazy. In all honesty, he’d consider himself a complete slut for you. He’d do whatever you wanted him to.

Gojo ends up shifting, moving to hunch forward as he grows a bit overwhelmed. “Fuck, fuck-,” He gasps and chokes out a whimper of your name. Would you let him be some little slut for you? Because he would be, with zero hesitation. “Fuck me,” Gojo mumbles, watching as his cock twitches in his hands.

You’d probably praise him, wouldn’t you? Tell him how good he’s doing for you, encourage him to keep going-, or maybe you’d do the exact opposite. Perhaps you would degrade him.

Gojo’s eyes roll back at the mere imagination of you ever degrading him, calling him pathetic for being like this, a slut for shamefully jerking off to you, or even a bitch-

He’s cumming before he even realizes he is, moaning and moaning after the thought of you ever calling him such a thing. He doesn’t even know why that turned him on so much, he’s never been into that kinda thing before but when it’s you, shit… he can’t even control himself.

Messing up his hand, groaning out your name, moving to stand up with shaky legs, and continuing as his cock doesn’t go down. Then Gojo looks at the picture of you again, aligning his cock with the image and stroking himself angrily. He cannot believe himself right now but it’s much too late to care.

The damage is beyond done as he starts moaning again, small whines of fuck leaving his wet lips over and over the more he stares at your picture. Then he’s thrusting his hips into his hand, moving his free hand to grab ahold of the desk in front of him as if to brace himself.

Gojo heaves as he gets himself off. Tears well up in his eyes and he just knows he sounds so stupidly desperate right now, moaning, groaning, whining, and even whimpering for you whilst he fucks his fist. Eventually closing his eyes, he imagines you there with him, mentally illustrating the way your face would twist up every time he thrusts his cock deep inside you.

He could make you feel so fucking good if you ever let him. He’d treat you so well, give you anything and everything under the sun, make sure there’s always a smile on your face, and prioritize your needs over his own at all times.

By that point, he’s chanting your name in mindless little whispers, feeling his balls ache before the tip of his cock spurts out thick and hot ropes of cum— all over that same picture he’d been staring at.

Left panting, Gojo had to deal with the aftermath of his high. His eyes were slow to open and when he realized he came all over one of his pictures of you, he was even more disgusted with himself.

It took him a moment to gather himself after his actions but when he finally does, he cleans the filthy mess he’d made of himself and that damn photo before closing his journal and putting it away— telling himself he’d never do that again.

—---

Although, his little declaration didn’t last very long. A week later and he was jerking off with you in mind yet again. The same guilt and disgust follow afterward and Gojo tells himself he needs something else to put his focus on that’s not you.

Like his job for example; babysitting. What better to put his mind on to distract him from the way his mind, body, and soul crave you so desperately?

With that in mind, Gojo started with his scheduling. As time stood, he had roughly three different kids he babysat on a regular basis, all of which were looked after separately but looked after nonetheless. The first was a girl, whose name was Nobora. She was rather bratty in Gojo’s opinion but he didn’t mind, he liked how having her around reminded him of having that of a little sister.

Then there was Megumi, a child who so clearly hates him but is forced to be around him anyway. That hatred got even worse when the kid broke his leg while on Gojo’s watch— an event in which Gojo will forever find strange because the two were at a park and he swears he looked away for two seconds only to hear screaming moments later by nearby children.

By the time he made it to Megumi, his leg was broken and Gojo was to blame.

Aside from that, the last kid that Gojo found himself watching over sometimes was Itadori Yuji. Now this, this is where things got interesting.

For starters, Gojo never understood why he was hired to watch over Yuji when the kid had a perfectly capable older brother to do so. Then again, he didn’t question it once he saw he got paid quite handsomely for it.

Sometimes Gojo went over to the Itadori residence and others he picked Yuji up. Either way, the number of times Gojo encountered Sukuna was rather slim. They only ever interacted when it was time for payments to be made. Outside of that, Gojo knew little of Sukuna (his school reputation for being a major partier aside).

Any other information he got from the man came from Yuji, who Gojo would randomly question every now and then. Though, Yuji never spoke much about his older brother— only that he’s a bit short-tempered. Given that, Gojo had no reason to think twice about their family or relations at all.

Even when Yuji would appear with a bruise or two, Gojo didn’t put two and two together until it was much too late. The first few bruises, Yuji said he got them from playing around too much and falling, to which Gojo believed since he’d seen how clumsy Yuji could be firsthand.

As such, this went on for weeks and weeks but the day Gojo finally started realizing something was up, was the same day in which he’d finally meet the consequences for his previous actions.

On that day, before Yuji was dropped off to be babysat, Gojo was busy making vows to himself. The first being that he’d finally man up and fucking talk to you. He doesn’t really know what finally came over him but he felt as though it was time. Something, perhaps the universe, told him that after today— he’d grow some balls and hold a genuine conversation with you. 

Only a few days ago had he learned from Shoko that you now resided with her so things were going to be rather easy. There was about a week and a half of summer left, giving Gojo some time to not only talk to you but also get to know you firsthand.

His self-revelation came about after he reread every journal entry he had of you, jotting down one final entry of how he planned to talk to you. It was supposed to be casual, he would ask for your number, become friends with you, and go from there based on whether or not you showed any attraction toward him.

With such plans in mind, Gojo thinks it is safe to say that his obsession is finally being tamed. He was getting in control of it after having had such lewd thoughts of you multiple times within the past month and making entries of how he was left feeling in his journal.

That may have been what his last straw was— the whole pervertedness of it all. He was getting weirded out by it himself. Maybe once he started talking to you, his obsession would completely die down. Perhaps the reality of you would help ground him from this fictional high he’s had himself on ever since his obsession was born.

Though, it seems the world finds humor in the suffering of people and Gojo was forced to learn this the hard way.

Of course, as soon as he tells himself he’s gonna clean up his act and do what’s right, his punishment shows up in the form of a person who finds joy in watching others struggle. This person is none other than Sukuna himself, who shows up at the worst time imaginable.

Amid pure stupidity and thoughtlessness, Gojo quickly found himself in a situation in which could not be undone.

—-

After babysitting Yuji for maybe two hours, there was a knock on Gojo’s front door. Yuji sat on the living room couch, watching some cartoons as he swung his feet back and forth. Gojo was in the nearby kitchen, journal in hand before he went to answer the door.

That wonderful journal of his was left sitting on the kitchen counter, right in the open for anyone to see. 

That aside, when Gojo opened his front door, he was met with Sukuna. The two barely even greeted one another before the tatted man reminded Gojo it was payment day. The transaction was meant to be done inside so, Gojo allowed Sukuna to enter the apartment.

Yuji hardly glanced over to the two men before Sukuna nodded his head back, silently telling the kid to go ahead and make his way to the car. With no argument, Yuji sighed and grabbed what little of his things before he walked over to the two, briefly said bye to Gojo, and then made his way outside.

Gojo was going to question why Sukuna let the kid go out by himself like that but, he’s made his mistakes of asking too many questions in the past and has suffered the consequences. Not wanting to deal with a mouthy Sukuna, Gojo remained quiet until Yuji was gone.

Phones were pulled out and the two men moved to make that transaction of theirs. Sukuna had strange tendencies and rules, one of them being that Yuji wasn’t allowed to be present for what Sukuna considered adult business. It was something Gojo didn’t understand but, nothing crazy to really bat an eye at.

Just before Sukuna gets ready to send the money to Gojo— something in which he requires Gojo to be present to make sure nothing goes askew, Gojo starts noticeably squirming all over the place.

Sukuna raises a brow, “Fucks wrong with you?”

“Gotta use the bathroom,” Gojo huffs out without moving from where he stands.

The pink-haired man tilts his head, “Then go use the bathroom? I’m not gonna leave without paying you so relax.”

Gojo stands there a mere moment longer, contemplating a few things. The transaction could’ve been done by now but he felt like he was two seconds away from embarrassing himself so he just let out a long sigh before running off to the nearby bathroom. Thus leaving Sukuna standing there alone.

Now, Sukuna doesn’t consider himself to be a nosy person— he could usually care less about what others had going on in their lives unless it affected or entertained him. And where Gojo’s concerned, he honestly did neither at the time. He was just Yuji’s babysitter so Sukuna didn’t see much interesting about the guy.

That was, until he took his time alone to glance around Gojo’s apartment. Sukuna’s eyes wandered, studying the plain attempts at decoration and how utterly unstructured Gojo’s apartment appeared to be. Well, aside from some spots, it was rather clear that two people were living here, one more cleanly than the other.

Even so, Sukuna remained uninterested until he spotted a single book on the nearby kitchen counter. His eyes narrowed and he found himself surprised someone like Gojo would ever pick up a book. Again, the two knew little of one another aside from whatever school reputations they had— Gojo being known as some praying fuckboy and Sukuna being known as some hotheaded party-thrower. One could’ve assumed that the two would get along considering how their interests seem to align.

With that being said, Sukuna found himself walking toward this book without a second thought. The cover was completely blank and he realized it wasn’t a book at all. It was a journal.

Intrigued, Sukuna picks it up and does nothing more than pick a page at random to see if he’d find anything amusing, perhaps something to taunt Gojo with. Y’know, something to get a laugh out of.

The very last thing Sukuna expected to see was a page with a picture of some girl on it in the middle, surrounded by rather… creepy depictions of the woman. Details on the clothing in the picture, how much it cost, where to find it, depictions of where the woman went on that day, whether or not she seemed happy or sad, how many times Gojo heard her laugh-

Sukuna found himself disturbed instantly as he skimmed over the page. Though, not enough to stop him from turning the page. It seemed that such a creepy entry was one of many. Although, the first page he saw was definitely the creepiest. What ended up becoming the cherry on top was when Sukuna read over the fact that Gojo’s never spoken to you.

At that point, Sukuna scoffed, finding Gojo nothing but a fool for writing about a woman in such a way without ever talking to her. With dates, times, etcetera, Gojo had a ridiculous number of entries on this woman, so much so that it actually left Sukuna both curious and… entertained.

So when the sound of Gojo coming out of the bathroom hits Sukuna’s ears, he doesn’t even flinch or attempt to act like he wasn’t looking through the journal. Instead, Gojo walks out of the bathroom and finds Sukuna with the item in his hands.

It was at that very second that Gojo felt his heart sink to his goddamn toes. His eyes went wide and he froze in his steps, Sukuna not even so much as glancing away from the journal in his hands.

Gojo swallowed the overwhelming lump in his throat and attempted to say something-, anything, “What-”

“My my, what a fucking pervert you are,” Sukuna hummed enthusiastically, finally flicking his maroon gaze up to a dumbfounded Gojo. “This is disgusting, really. I mean,” Sukuna glances back down and smiles, “You love this woman and you’ve never even spoken to her?”

All wide-eyed and practically speechless, Gojo fumbles for a way to explain himself, “I-”

“And you fantasize about fucking her quite often,” Sukuna scoffs, tongue seeping out to lick his lips for a moment, “I can see why but shit… You’re a fuckin’ weirdo.”

“You-,” Gojo cocks his head back and blinks, the slightest mention of Sukuna taking interest in your appearance causing him to go right back to that not-so-rational state of his. Blinded by a deep obsession toward you, Gojo is slow with his words, “...You can see why? The hell does that mean-”

“She’s sexy, I get it. I see the lil’ pictures of her you’ve put in here,” Sukuna comments nonchalantly, “And yet, what I don’t get is this uh,” He clicks his tongue and smirks, “Obsession you have with her. Especially without talking to her? That’s…” He trails off for a second, his expression fading into something Gojo can’t quite read.

Gojo gulps and again attempts to defend himself, “I know it’s weird, I… I told myself I’m going to stop-”

“When?” Sukuna interrupts, voice rough, “When you’ve already got her wrapped around your finger and refuse to let her go because of the attachment you’ve created?” He questions the man almost as if he’s speaking from… experience.

“W-What?” Gojo’s brows push together. He never had any intentions of manipulating you in any shape or form, “No, I-”

“Would you tell her how you’ve been stalking her for months-, shit maybe even years based on some of these entries?” The way Sukuna takes a step toward Gojo lets him know that something about this seems to bother the pink-haired man.

“I haven’t been stalking her, I just-”

Sukuna looks down at the open page, “‘I especially liked how happy she looked today, when she smiles, she blinks about five times and when she laughs, it doubles.’ What sane man writes this shit about a woman he’s never spoken to, huh?”

“Sukuna just…” Gojo sucks in a crisp breath of air and attempts to plead with the male in front of him, reaching his hand out for his journal, “Just pretend like you never read that a-and give me the-”

“Aht aht,” Sukuna’s quick to swat his hand away and he nearly laughs at the way Gojo frowns frustratedly, “Did you really think I wouldn’t keep this little gem? Hm? See, you must be a bit confused about how this is about to go.”

For a moment, Gojo just stares. He never imagined this would happen. Hell, he wasn’t exactly careful with his journal but the last thing he expected was for Sukuna to pick the damn thing up. Fuck, he should’ve never left it on the counter. 

He lets out a sigh and his voice is small, laced with fear, “...Are you gonna tell her?”

“Am I gonna tell her?” Sukuna simply bursts out laughing, “Ha! What do I look like to you? Some simple-minded fool? No, I’m not gonna tell her.”

Gojo lets out the most thankful sigh of relief, “Thank fuck-”

“You are,” Sukuna states.

And at those words, the room goes silent. So silent that one could hear a pin drop. Gojo felt as though his blood ran cold and Sukuna had this overly smug look on his face.

It was from there on out that Gojo was set to face the consequences of his actions.

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[robbstarkl]

israel came second in the public vote?!?! SECOND?!?!?!!!!! never thought i’d say this but thank fuck for the jury

[shima-draws]

One Piece where everything’s the same except Cora doesn’t die but Law’s still determined to absolutely beat the shit out of Doflamingo anyway. Cut to post Dressrosa where Law gets a VERY frantic phone call from Cora who’s like what the actual FUCK I saw the newspaper this morning you went up against Doffy all by yourself?? You promised me we would do this together you little SHIT do you have any idea how fucking scared out of my MIND I was when I saw the headline and I thought something happened to you, Law I swear to god, and Law’s like yes Cora I went up against him by myself, like HELL I was going to let him lay a single finger on you. And Cora’s like THAT’S MY LINE!!! You’re MY kid and I should be the one protecting YOU!! And Law’s like what with your shitty devil fruit powers? What could you have done? You would have fallen on your ass and gotten hurt or shot or worse and I’d be too fucking worried about you to focus on anything else. And Cora’s like this conversation is NOT over but I’m so so glad you’re okay. And he starts crying and he’s like oh my GOD Law you know how insane Doffy is I could have lost you. And I wouldn’t have even known until after the fact. And Law goes all quiet and he’s like I know I’m sorry but I could have lost YOU and I couldn’t handle that. I couldn’t. And Cora’s sobbing and he’s like I love you so much Law and Law’s like yeah. I love you too 🥺

Meanwhile the Strawhats witnessed this entire conversation and they’re like. Wow okay that was a lot to unpack. Law’s got a dad and they’re very protective of each other and apparently his dad is Doflamingo’s brother?? And Law literally dismantled Doflamingo’s entire criminal organization and DIDN’T bother telling his dad about it?? No wonder he’s pissed. And they’re also like awwwww we’ve never seen Law so soft and vulnerable before 💕 and Law looks at them and he’s like. You repeat ANY of what you just heard and I WILL kill you. And they’re like ‘Mhmm okay yup we hear you loud and clear. Btw what’s your dad like’ with the BIGGEST shit eating grins and Law’s like Okay! Killing you now!! And proceeds to chase them with his katana

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x05 - Become

[noroi1000]

F**k your fav 10 - Touchy (18+)

Summary: Satoru became sentimental. If you were to say something, you thought his list had long been forgotten. However, he added something sentimental there. He wanted you like it was the first time. He was still so close. He teased. But his touch didn't leave you. In fact, he wanted to see if you could come without something inside you. His mental pleasure of watching you cum.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

You looked back to look at Satoru's arms as his head rested on your butt as he used you as a pillow.

Why did he become sentimental so suddenly?

Maybe he started thinking about it because you were also in this position at the beginning of your relationship?

Your relationship wasn't about sex from the beginning. You were together because you wanted to be together. You fell in love with him a few years ago, not caring who he was or who he would become in the future. You loved him for who he was in that moment. Because you were sure your boyfriend wouldn't change. He can't change.

After these few years, he is still the same. Even though you have been in the relationship longer. Even though he is older. Even though his appearance was changing microscopically. He remained the same anyway.

A man who is jealous. Sugar addict. Someone who likes to tease you and has strange ideas.

Someone who has been looking like a sex addict next to you for a long time...

Kinky jokes and moves. All his gestures can be suggestive.

"Why so suddenly?" you asked, setting his console aside.

"I just saw something on my list that reminds me of our first time together..." He waved his phone with a notepad.

He was changing this list.

He wanted to watch you lying wet on the bed. But he later realized that he could make you squirt normally. And he can cover you with his seed anyway. Watching you cry from overstimulation and drool. But he always does it. That's why he thought this item on the list made no sense. Because he does it anyway and he likes it.

He loved it normally. He loved fucking you so hard. Doing it not at home was also nice. But he had limited options.

The quickie was nice. But it wasn't perfect. It was too short for him.

So if he had to choose, he'd be last, even though that was cool too.

Mutual masturbation... A nice change. He liked it.

The marathon is one of his favorites.

Having him on the bottom brought back memories for him... It felt good, but he loves looking at your fucked up face when he's the one above you.

Eating his dessert on you... That was cool too...

And also bondage... He's always liked it. That's why he loved it too.

Today he wanted to watch your body overstimulated and wet with your juices. Then he wanted to see if he could make you orgasm without touching your pussy.

But he later realized that this bypassed the rules he had made for him.

“Everything has to be for both of you.”

That's why he had to decline the erotic massage. But later, when he looked at the list, he remembered that during one of your first times, you were so wet just from his fingers on your skin. Like you were about to orgasm even without his touch between your thighs. And also... During one of your times, he managed to make you squirt around him.

It was probably even on the same day.

Or maybe that was something he might like? Romantically?

Therefore, under the influence of this perverted sentiment for those times, he wrote a point that did not have a name, but described it.

„Just like our first (best) time together.”

And yes, everything started innocently back then. He came back from work and you were lying on your stomach on the bed, reading a book. And he lay on your back, craving your touch.

Only for a more heated session to ensue later. As he started to put his hands under your shirt and kiss the back of your neck while rubbing against your ass.

"Do you really want to do that again?"

"Yes. It was a miracle!"

"I always thought the first time was so embarrassing..." Laugh nervously.

"Why?"

"Because you had to see me naked... You touched me... You kissed me... Your face was... In different places...

"Is that really all you remember from our first time?! I'll be offended at you if it's true!" he laughed, but you could hear the mock irritation in his voice.

"...I also remember that you were very... Touchy... You wanted to be close."

"Because I wanted to be close and I still do. Just like now. I remember when I met you... It was in the store, right?" he laughed.

"You miserable clumsy boy, you lost your old school ID."

"And you clumsily lost your phone!"

"It was you who stole my phone a year later to take nude photos!"

"You were already my girlfriend!"

You buried your face in the pillows, giggling.

"That was cool, right?"

"I still can't forget your face, as if you had seen a ghost. The moment you saw Suguru! Admit it, you have a crush on him!"

"This is your friend! He's my friend! And you're my boyfriend!"

"Let's talk about it later. But now..." You heard him move and suddenly he lifted your hips slightly. "...Do you want to remember this day?”

"H-Hey!"

You felt his chin on your ass. And then his tongue traced the fabric of your sleep shorts.

"Shh. I'm working." He murmured and massaged your hips and thighs with his fingers, pressing so hard that you felt your muscles tremble.. And with the connection of his tongue on the saliva-wet fabric, you were more aroused than you should have been.

"Ooh..." You moaned as his toes caught on your soaked clothes, sending sparks up your spine.

"Can I make you cum without sticking my cock inside you?” he panted against your body.

You set the console aside and with his hands you rose, kneeling to let him remove your clothes.

Your released nipples hardened and he sat behind you, settling you between his spread knees.

"Satoru, this-."

You wanted to tell him that this wasn't exactly what he did the first time you two met.

"Shhh..."

His fingers circled your nipples before he began to slowly rub them just the way you liked.

The slight coldness of his fingers turned to heat as he rubbed and pinched you lightly, breathing into your ear.

He played with your tits like he was a little kitten. And only then did he spit on one of your mounds, watching the saliva slowly trickle down until it reached your nipple where he smeared it by running his finger over the hard nub.

To then lick and bite your ear and start rubbing and squeezing your thigh with one of his hands. Where you started trembling.

"Close your eyes." He ordered, and knowing how good it felt, you obeyed, feeling his long fingers work your body effortlessly.

His increasingly hard erection rubbed against your buttock, adding to your excitement.

With a shaky breath, you bit your lip, resting the back of your head on his shoulder.

"Awe, as soon? I thought I would have to do it a lot longer to get you in this condition..." He chuckled lightly, patting your tit to watch the soft flesh bounce. And his other hand went between your legs, feeling that your pants are completely soaked in the front. “I'm flattered, you know? Did you leak that much just from touching your tits? It's wonderful that your body is so sensitive to me!

It would be different with someone else... Gojo Satoru is the person who knows your body more than you do! You know that he had other sex partners before you. When he was in bed with you, he was good. But with you he mastered it all to perfection... Just one little finger is enough for him to bring you to orgasm. A short cunnilingus is enough to make you tremble under him. Just touching your body in the right way will make you a wet mess under your underwear.

So it was now.

He tilted you so he could lean down and take your other, wet, attention-hungry nipple into his mouth, sucking. Playing with tongue. He took off your pants, laughing through his nose as he watched your pussy connect to your panties with the thin threads of your arousal before they broke.

Your clit already throbbing and waiting for his touch. Your thighs shaking and spreading apart despite your will.

Your body knows that when it's horny, it's about to get a good fuck.

But instead of just sticking his fingers inside you and watching you squirm, he placed two fingers on the folds on either side of your clit and started moving up and down. Watching the pink nub quiver from the slight friction it receives.

"Do you want something inside?" he asked, whispering into your ear. Causing your back to arch slightly.

You nodded quickly, spreading your knees a little further to indicate to him that you were ready for something inside. Even for something much bigger than his fingers.

"If your body asks so nicely~” His two fingers dived low, pressing into you with great ease.

His hard shaft that he had just released from his pants was placed softly between your buttocks. And his fingers curled inside, pressing the pads against your g-spot.

Your leg rose at the sudden pleasure.

"Good Girl... Just a little more." He praised you.

His fingers rolled in circles over that spot inside you.

And you felt so helpless as you shuddered and collapsed onto him, helpless. Your entire body surrendered to the pleasure he gave you.

His eyes widened, he felt his entire hand suddenly covered with your warm liquid. And when he pulled his fingers out of you, your pussy released your orgasm onto the bed, letting him watch.

It certainly wasn't like the first time you had sex!

But it was so good...

"Haha...! Really honey? It was so sweet. I could brag to everyone that my girlfriend can squirt just by rubbing her tits and fingering her!" he said, rubbing your clit to help you cum. "I think I need to talk to Suguru about this! He needs to see how cute you look when you cum so hard later!”

Your brain was too fucked up to understand what he was saying to you at that moment.

"You won't regret having such a lovely pussy and your favorite boyfriend with a big cock. Ngh... You're even tighter now..."

His tip began to press into you. When he managed to overcome your tightening walls and pushed inside, you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

And his cheeky fingers must have rubbed your clit. So when his tip touched your g-spot, your body arched and he watched you tremble.

You gripped him like a vice, coating the rest of his length and balls with your orgasm.

"Sugoii!" He laughed, one eye closed by the pressure on his cock. "I didn't know that my girlfriend could cum less than a minute after her previous orgasm. I love it so much!"

Your body had no spirit as he cuddled against your cheek, eyes shining at the realization of what had just happened.