when the clock is at :45 it’s like. oh i have a whole quarter of the hour left i have so much time this is great and then it hits :47 and you’re like it’s basically :50 which is basically the top of the hour and all my time is wasted forever and ever
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the thing about david jacobs is that everything is in character. you try to write him out of character? it’s still in character. that bitch doesn’t even know who the fuck he is himself so how are we ever supposed to get it right. hes so weirdgirl. he’s so murderer. he’s so comedian. he’s so introverted librarian who never speaks. he’s so never shuts the fuck up and everyone hates him for it. hes so club twink. hes so secluded woodsman in a cabin. he’s so lawyer teacher nonprofit owner grocery store bagger barista waiter. he’s so never shuts the fuck up and everyone loves him for it. there is no possible way for him to be out of character if you keep his central theme of 1) autistic and 2) being crushed under the weight of too much on his shoulders (but he can’t take a break, there’s no time for breaks, he has to prove himself (to himself) and he has to make his family proud (they’ve been proud of him for years) and he has to suffer because suffering means you’re getting it done.) and 3) gay
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#!WHO; SUKUNA. GOJO. TOJI.
#!CC; fem!reader, spitting, dubcon? (you struggle to swallow it. girl same.) degradation
+this is so lazy but i needed to just write something new. now i can get back to the canva assignment thats been staring at me for like 2 hrs. edit l8er
for someone who recoils at the sight of puckering lips and the white, slimy substance that follows, you sure like it an awful lot when fingers are digging into cheeks and the disgusting sentence is uttered;
“open your mouth.”
Sukuna only rolls his tongue out, letting the spit gather on it’s surface like a dog as he drools into your mouth. his lips are upcurved, a wicked grin on his face as he watches your tongue twitch when it falls. the demon’s spit mixes with your own and your tongue pulsates as you struggle to swallow. you shudder but your cunt tightens wonderfully around his fat cock like a vice. His hand comes down to tap against your clit, before rubbing circles, his pace brutal.
“what a disgusting little whore I have, hm?”
as Gojo’s thrusting into you with finesse, his dazzling features are your sole focus if not the girth stretching your greedy pussy. his thumb flicks against your sensitive clit, hip bones snapping against your ass as you’re fisting his sheets. his eyes then shimmers with something devious. eyes flickering down at his lips, you watch as he opens his mouth, a small gather of foamy wetness at the tip.
“Ah?” you obliged instinctively, compelled by his coo and precise stroke and whimpering as he gripped your chin gently. the sound of his ptoo hits your ears the same as his taste spreads on your tongue. you moan, gazing deeply into his eyes before he’s kissing you, strokes deepening with a a groan.
“…”
Toji doesn’t ask. he just kisses you, his grip firm, not tight, on your jaw. your eyes are shut and he thinks it’s precious until he’s thrusting saliva in your mouth, his tongue lashing against yours as it mixes. his grip tightens when your eyes snap open, brows furrowing in small panic as you instinctively tense. but when you’re suddenly moaning and practically sucking his digits into your sopping cunt like that, it makes him wanna do it again. toji’s thick fingers keep a steady pace thrusting into your drooling hole but he’s added his thumb to your sensitive clit, a lazy but necessary attempt at making you melt in his lap. when he pulls away, he licks the drool on his lips as your twitch in his grasp.
“You look so fuckin’ pretty, all messy-like,”
dilfos. do not reupload or plagiarize my content—current or archival.
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