#ʚ ₊˚◞ ⌕ ─ anon.

[yuquinzel]

what do you think are rin's toxic traits hana :0

— aaa hmmm he’s probably vry insecure and may have like a victim complex? i feel like he might unintentionally gaslight u in a way — he may or may not be aware of it but he’s guilt tripping you and it always works :3

also feel like he HATES admitting he’s wrong he gets it from sae lol + emotional vulnerability makes him uncomfortable, probably but he’ll work thru it sometimes while other times he just — can’t :’)

[tteokdoroki]

Thinking about the freshly corrupted priest Gojo pumping his dick in the confession booth while the sinful vixen sitting in the other cabin went from confessing her sins of corrupting one of the local fathers and having him cream down her throat to giving him instructions on how to handle his throbbing cock lovingly

Go faster now, father- squeeze the tip just a little bit...yes that's a good boy...now spit on it, make a mess of yourself and give everyone a show, all their eyes are peering down and up on you.

And with that, good morning aali my love <3

-glasses anon

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. confessional.

about. you confess your sins to father satoru, but with the lust bubbling between you both, things get a little carried away.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, sacrilege, religious imagery/references, guided masturbation, male masturbation, priest!gojo, fem!reader, wc: 1.6K.

what good is a priest who can’t follow his own teachings? one that succumbs to the slightest hint of femme fatale? 

gojo thought himself a strong man. a good one. but once again, he’d found himself drinking from the devil’s cup offered up by a lost little angel who has strayed away from her path to light. 

“and i really didn’t mean to. father toji— i mean fushiguro— seemed so stressed! like he needed a helping hand.” you whimper unevenly from your side of the confessional booth. guilt buzzes in satoru’s veins as he imagines you teary eyed and distraught on the other side of the wall. the mere idea of you crying sends pleasure and lustful hormones shooting through his bloodstream and right down to his erection — the tip flushing a shameful shade of bright red.

you continue relentlessly, each word a breathless whisper laid over the swell of your sinful lips.“s-so i offered some relief in the only way i know how. i let him use my body, let him use my throat. he said it was okay…” but i just feel so wrong for corrupting him like that under the watchful eye of the lord. is it wrong that i liked it, father ‘toru. having that man’s cum pour down my throat?”

you’ve strayed too far away from the light and you’re pulling him into the darkness with you. 

“f-fuck.” 

“is something wrong father toru, your voice sounds rather strained.” by the tone of your own, he can just tell that you have your head cocked to the side innocently. perhaps your lip is caught daringly between your teeth — eyes gleaming with mischief while you mask your amusement at the damage you’ve caused. the young priest’s dick throbs against his inner thigh, smearing white along his baby soft skin. satoru grabs at his girth, squeezing it as if to stave off the pleasure that he should be disgusted by. 

clearing his throat, gojo internally curses as the words stick to its ridges — almost as if he doesn’t believe what comes out of his own mouth next. “i-i’m fine. have you prayed? i’m sure he would forgive you for your sins.” 

“i’ve been on my knees every night.” you mumble through a pout that he can’t see — earning another hiss from the priest while his angry red cockhead starts to bleed more arousal, forming a dark stain that seep’s through the fabric of his black slacks. “if you don’t mind me asking… does it hurt, father toru?” 

“does what hurt?” he exhales slowly, pearly white lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks. gojo, against his better judgments, pops the button of his pants to provide some relief to his aching cock. it doesn’t help at all. 

“your cock. father fushiguro felt the same after i confessed what i’d done with father getou.” 

shit. “yes… it does.” 

“i maybe be able to help.” your voice somehow sounds closer — as if you’re in the booth with him. “can you touch it… touch yourself for me, please?”

when you ask him so sweetly, how can father satoru say no? he follows your instructions like a man charmed by a succubus from the deep depths of hell. his whole body shudders and his breath stutters when he finally takes his forth between his king and slender fingers, squeezing at the base as precum beads like a rare oyster’s pearl in the centre of his slit. 

this is so wrong. “holy…holy shit,” but it already feels so good. gojo hisses, chest heaving as he instinctively bucks into his closed fist. it’s warm, sends shockwaves of pleasure down his spine to build in his pelvis while each vein that wraps prettily around his cock pulses with a new wave of lust laden blood. “what should i…?” he coughs shakily, hips slowly beginning to fuck upwards to chase the feeling of his palm. “what should i do now?” 

“spit on it, father.” you command him gently, blessing him with your praise where the higher being above might condemn him. “get it nice and wet for me, like i would, okay? squeeze the tip when you do—“ 

father ‘toru easily follows your word as if it reads passages from the bible. carefully, he leans forward — letting hot, gooey trails of spit dribble over his blistering and bright cockchead. his entire body twitches at the new sensation, which is surprisingly cool in comparison to how hot his body feels. sweat tracks it’s way down his body, soiling his hood robes and freshly pressed clothes. it makes his pure white locks stick to his forehead, and gathers on his cupid’s bow and it really is all too much. 

he feels like hell on earth. 

there’s a dull thud that echoes from satoru’s side of the booth, his head knocking against the wooden walls when it falls back. in the same breath, a loud and borderline pornographic moan rips it’s way through satoru’s firm chest — it battles through his lips (caught between sets of perfect white teeth), and reverberates throughout the confessional booth, no doubt catching the attention of people passing by.

“ohmygod,” comes his pathetic whimper while he clenches around himself once again, throat bobbing as he swallows down his sinful sounds. “why does that feel so fucking good? g-god, please!”

satoru’s fall from grace makes a sick smile spread across your lips and you cock your head to the side. you can only imagine what he looks like if this is how he sounds, his clothes a sweaty mess, his eyes delirious and darkened with ungodly and immoral desire. all this while he begs for god, begs for forgiveness, begs for you.

“you’re doing so well for me, ‘toru. can you go a little faster for me? now that it’s nice and wet.” the way his name falls gently from your tongue is like thick honey running through satoru’s ears — you drag a veil of lust over his mind and once again he follows your orders. he pumps himself faster, harder, precum slinging over the edge of his knuckles as they turn as white as his hair from the grip he has on himself. 

he can’t help but let his mind stray and wander off into  damned territory — chasing the vision that his clouded mind creates for him. would your cunt feel as good as this? wrap around him as tightly? a stream of unfiltered and colourful curses pour from gojo’s mouth in a similar manner to the arousal from his mushroomed tip, dripping a searing hot trail down to his throbbing balls.

lewd squelches slip through the cracks of the confessional booth and filter right through to you. satoru has no idea how pleased you are to have ruined him, how much you’ve longed to hear him mewl and sigh from touching himself against the will of god. “you sound so messy, ‘toru,” you moan out just to mock him a little — listening out for his strained and strangled whines, gargling down the saliva that pools on his tongue. “think you can make an even bigger mess for me, father? one that everyone will see. those above….” you purr, the tail end of your words harmonising with gojo’s hiccups. “and those below.” 

satoru is no better than a sinner come to spill their truths to him. sitting there with his painfully hard dick in his hands, fisting it to oblivion as opaque white stains his hands and his fingers and his knuckles. there’s so much of it, so much lust and precum and he hasn’t even reached his peak yet. everything is so fucking hot, his dick slick between his sticky thighs and all-too-tight robes. 

“almost there, satoru. i need you to let go for me.” 

your goading voice through the thick oak wall pushes satoru’s hips to canter up higher and higher. he wants to please you so bad that it hurts and makes him cry. he whispers your name into the buzzing air like it’s a prayer, chanting it over and over again until it becomes the only word he knows.

“fuck… i can’t—“ gojo sighs airily, his thighs shuddering as the knots in his stomach begin to unravel. “christ… I feel like ‘m gonna burst!” angelic blue eyes roll deep back into the man’s skull, disappearing from the world to hide from the atrocities he’s committed. 

“then let go, let it all out. you’ve done so well.” you say sweetly over the sound of gojo languidly jacking himself off. one, two and three more pumps before he’s releasing thick white ropes of cum over his robe and his chest — seeping into his clothes. 

gojo’s so fucking dizzy, cumming so hard that he sees bright lights and swears that he’s landed at the gates of heaven — though he’s sure his actions today would stop him from getting in. there’s a ringing in his ear as he comes back down but all of his limbs feel heavy, he’s too weak to move. 

“f-father satoru?” you whisper innocently, as if your very voice didn’t lead the man to death. “i think our time is up.” 

“yeah?” he mumbles in response, the words slipping around on his tongue. “i think… you did good today. you’ll have to come back again next week, to make another confession.” 

if only he could see your sick little smile, one might have thought you were the devil. who knows what’ll happen if you’re alone together in a confined space. “if that’s what you need from me, father.” you giggle slyly. “see you next week.” 

“see you next week.” gojo repeats.

and just like that, you’ve dragged the poor priest into the corrupted depths of hell.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[screampied]

I'm actually kind of obsessed w higurumi and specifically sitting on his face.

CUZ YOUD BE LIKE "I like your nose" and he's just "oh, really?"

AND HES JUST SO. BIG. HWS A BIG GUY ALRIGHT. HIS HANDS COULD PROBABLY BE BIGGER THAN MY GODDAMN HEAD. no just imagine riding hiromi's face, his big ass hands on ur thighs, trailing up ur hips to grab them just to softly rock your pussy onto him, the bridge of his nose bumping against ur clit and all NBHHGHJJJJ

I hc he also knows that he eats pussy good. he just knows alr. Hiromi is not cocky or anything but he becomes the proudest mf when he's between a girl's legs. it's obvious with the way he grabs ur hips, squeezes ur skin. literally "when I ask you to sit on my face, don't put just 10% of your weight, sit on it. sit like a chair."

-L

higuruma is a nasty pussy eater canon ☝️ every time i look at him ough …. i just stare right at his nose. he’d def be into face sitting, especially after u bring it up.

WOOOOAH RHE QUOTE. 🫦 this is so yum. he’ll hold your hips n praise u the entire time, dragging you further into his mouth omg

[38riku]

Good morning / afternoon

If you are willing, would you be able to write a drabble / headcannons for any Twisted Wonderland characters (any dorm is fine) for a reader who’s based off Black Pearl Cookie from CRK?

You don’t have to do this request !

Love your work - swan anon 🦢

thank you sweets ! i chose octavinelle and malleus – if you want any other dorms just let me know <3 hope you enjoy

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

Black Pearl Cookie!Reader x Octavinelle / Black Pearl Cookie!Reader x Malleus (reader is not the prefect.) not proofread.

𝐚. 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

azul watches you, to your knowledge, and although it's a bit creepy you have no intention of confronting him about him as long as he keeps his distance.

however, the reason he is watching you is to do just that.

he's familiar with the tales of where you're from. nothing good comes in or out of the duskgloom sea, yet, here you were, and you had him completely enthralled.

then he overblots and you see him.

days later and be still wonders just what you thought of him. is he worse than the terrors of the sea you call home? judging by your looks, he'd be the only terror that would reside there.

azul lets his nerves get the better of him and approaches you when the lounge is nearly empty.

"i would like to apologize for ... the vulgar display of my overblot and octopus-like ... form." clearing his throat, he turned to leave, only to stop when you spoke. "you think you look vulgar?"

your melancholic tone caused his head to whirl in your direction. "the overblot was a bit much but there is nothing wrong with the way you look azul."

he blinks in shock, for the sincerity you held was that of someone who understood – someone who had insecurities of their own – and even though he couldn't fathom what you lacking, he didn't question it.

"yes, i suppose there isn't."

somehow, the small moments of conversation happened scarcely, despite this, he pieced together the small pieces of information you shared.

you had sisters that you adore. he could see the faint twinkle in your eyes as you spoke about them. you tone, on the other hand, was strained.

'you feel inferior to your sisters' he thought.

your view on love was sour, eluding to a past heartbreak that you haven't recovered from, and contributed to your current state of mind.

why?

why is every thought consumed by you?

why did he feel the aching need to dig deeper, knowing he may never reach the bottom and may not resurface?

you knew he can take the pain away. no matter how large the scar, the deepness of the cut, the memories that you held close — you don't deserve to hurt.

he sighed, tucking the golden scroll away.

"i hope you come to realize that the fate you've been given isn't one you must live."

𝐣. 𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡

jade is rather good at reading social cues. yours to be specific. he's unintentionally devoted his time catering to you when you're in his vicinity.

you don't like to be bothered. a quick greeting or farewell is all you're willing to muster, and he respects that. unfortunately not everyone does.

at least when you're at the lounge he can help you. whether its sending his brother their way or redirecting them on his own terms it doesn't matter.

he can't tell if you've noticed his meddling but he is quite sure you've realized that no one approaches you in the lounge, which causes you to frequent more often.

"good evening. shall we start with drinks?"

it's jarring the way his mind can be filled with you but he acts just like any other member of the staff.

he watches as you scan over the new seasonal items, honing in on the desert items — leading him to believe you had a sweet tooth — "the pearl decorated cookie spread please ... and my usual drink."

you handed him back the laminated sheet, thanking him promptly and returning to your work.

although service is typically quick, the speed at which you received everything was noticeably faster.

"i hope you enjoy. in fact, i came up with the spread design myself." his comment didn't come off as boastful or arrogant, in all honesty you couldn't quite tell what was hidden in his tone.

"as the first person to order it i would like to hear your thoughts."

as you obliged, he took a seat on the other side of the booth, gauging your reaction.

when jade saw your face light up briefly he felt a sense of satisfaction that made him warm. "they use imported sugars and spices from the duskgloom sea. your presence inspired me to add such delicacy to the menu. i'm delighted that it suits your taste."

your eyes. he didn't mean to let it slip it was his idea — you as his muse — and that your delight was his ultimate goal, but, he couldn't help it when you stared at him with such intensity.

"i'm not quite sure what you're getting at."

"please don't think too much about it. as a frequent visitor, i simply wanted to ensure your comfortability." he excused, placing a hand across his chest before bowing slightly. "my apologies if—"

"no need. it seems i misunderstood." finishing the last of the platter, you slid out of the booth, "thank you for the menu feature. i'll be sure to enjoy it as long as it's on the menu."

making your way to the bar to pay, he couldn't help but chuckle once you were out of ear shot.

you didn't misunderstand. he did it to make you feel ... better.

if you wouldn't allow anyone close enough to fix it, he'll continue to try and alleviate your suffering from a distance.

𝐟. 𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡

your relationship with the eel is grating. you aren't quite sure why he constantly insists on pushing your buttons or how he winds up in your bubble daily.

the reason is irrelevant. for all you know, he does it for his amusement which, irritates you even further that someone could be so ignorant. especially since you've lashed out on him a few times – earning you detention and a reminder of the rules regarding magic use.

"heya oyster."

you flinched back, whirling around and glaring at said eel. "awe, did I scare you? i didn't mean it." there wasn't any remorse in his tone but you don't think he meant to startle you.

"i'm not doing this with you right now." you huffed, not wanting the conversation to escalate.

"ha? do what?" walking off isn't that effective when he's lanky and athletic and used to chasing people down. "i just wanna talk to ya."

"i don't want to talk. not to you, not to anyone." any person with sense would leave it at that. your harsh tone sent chills down the spines of passersby's, ducking their heads and rushing past to give the two of you the walkway.

it seems that a majority got the hint except him.

"i know that oyster. i'm just wondering why you go through all this trouble being mean when it's not you." yawning, he missed the way you stopped walking, having to double back a second later.

floyd isn't easily intimidated. he's usually the intimidating one. but, he can admit you made him shrink just a bit. especially when you used magic. he didn't know the duskgloom sea was habitable; let alone to mages.

he may've approached you differently if he knew. then maybe he wouldn't have returned to his dorm soaking wet and partially electrocuted.

"you don't know me."

"don't have to." shrugging, he continued. "you're scared. trust me, i see fear everyday. yours just isn't 'ah gonna get beat up' y'know?"

he wasn't helping his case.

"just sayin!" raising his hands in surrender, he watched you stomp away to your dorm and didn't follow you this time.

floyd groaned aloud. that went terribly and now he's in no mood to go to class.

instead he goes to his room, flopping on the bed and rethinking his plans. you didn't want to be like that, yet asking you to drop the act up front doesn't seem to be the best idea.

he knows you're a pearl — pretty and shiny — and he knows you were like that from the beginning.

what made you put up such a hard shell?

when he finds out, he'll make sure to squeeze it until you're satisfied.

𝐦. 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

malleus desires inclusion. he longs to be invited to events, participate in conversation with his peers, and not be feared for existing.

that is why you became the object of his silent rage.

people want to befriend you. they approach you with the intention of companionship and you respond with clipped words, not returning their kind regards.

"you don't truly believe they were always that way, do you?" lilia questioned him when he explained his personal grudge.

in hindsight, his assumption was silly. instead of viewing it from another's perspective he watched you and realized that it wasn't only silly but ridiculous.

something weighed heavily on your heart. he noticed it when your mind wanders during lectures, in the lunch hall, and even walking to and from the school.

you've experienced the compassion of another as well as the betrayal one can cause when they're wedged in your heart. how did he not notice it prior to lilia's input?

the expression you wore is similar to his grandmother's.

"there are fates worse than death." he recalls her words. right here — watching you from afar read alone on a bench — is where he understood what she meant.

"never being able to love again." malleus whispered. he had you all wrong, blinded by jealousy he foolishly harbored towards you.

as swiftly as he could without frightening you, he approached your figure.

"child of the sea." he greeted, "i felt inclined to inform you that there is an abandoned shrine in the eastern part of the woods around the school."

"it is quiet and no one ventures that far on a whim. there's a small lake as well, if that interests you."

bowing, he bid you farewell and left without hearing what you'd say. uncharacteristically his nerves got the better of him as he vanished.

that night, he wondered if you would visit the area in your free time. perhaps he should've stayed and awaited your reply, yet, his face warmed in embarrassment the longer he thought.

he is a fool. an utter fool. the aching feeling he felt must be guilt, mustn't it? or is it the same ache you felt when you let someone in your heart ...?

© 2024 — 38riku. Do not copy or repost or plagiarize my work. All Rights Reserved.

[sashiavi]

Okayyy so I noticed you don't write for Elliot but what about Harvey?? What type of hybrid would he be?? -👒 anon

Hello and welcome 👒 Anon tysm for coming and chatting ♡♡

I've been so stumped on what kind of Hybrid Harvey would be </3 I feel so bad cause he's so handsome and cute

(I also feel bad for Elliot my poor man I'm just not crazy for him </3)

Okay- okayokay Hear me out

Goat!Hybrid Harvey

Hes nervous, has cute curled horns accented by his subtly greying hair. He knocks them against your forehead gently and warbles a chitter in his throat to show you that he's happy.

I feel like he'd nervously snack on veggies and pickles when he's a little anxious- when he thinks no one is looking ehe

He'd have a routine to keep his horns looking nice and neat and shiny - would totally chastise BullHybrid!Alex for not looking after his own.

Man he's so cute I can't even think rn

(Smut under the cut)

GoatHybrid!Harvey who gets pushed down on the bed, hands twitching and frozen, too scared to touch and caress you even if he really wants to. His heart would pound in his ears, chest flushing pink with arousal.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who scrunches his eyes and bites his thumb when you sink down on his thick and full cock - tenses his core when you run your hand over his soft tummy, ticking at the fuzz that ran from his belly to navel.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who 'bahs' and chitters when your pretty cunt wraps around his length - face red, absolutely embarrassed at the silly noises spewing from his lips.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who covers his face with his hands and arms, throwing his head back, horns scraping the wooden bedframe behind him.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who can't help but buck his hips up into your own, chasing your cunt with his cock, kissing your cervix with his squishy tip.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who's flushed and love sick, enamoured with you bouncing so eagerly in his lap </3

(My Bf said Harvey could also be an Otter and I totally agree but idk if it works for smut *sobbing*)

[setablaze11]

I feel like jj is a sex GOD like.. he’s so experienced w it he could make u have the best orgasm of ur life in seconds and when you say “oh my god” in bed or something he’ll be like “nope, jus’ me princess.” 🤭

may I be 🍪 anon? by the way I love you and your writing it’s incredible. 🥹🫶

Thank you so much for the compliments i’m full on giggling 🥺<3

But you’re SO right!! He’s so cocky about it too, like, sir? How you learn to do allat? I’ve had this vision for a while so just hear me out on this <3

When you’ve spoken to your friends about sex before all of them just seemed to confirm what you had already experienced, guys never cared about girls having a good time in bed.

That is until you have sex with JJ for the first time, already having a mental picture of what it’s gonna look like from previous experience, even before you start making out with him.

He’s on top of you, smearing messy, wet kisses against your pulse point as you let out small sighs, hands threading though the blond hair on the nape of his neck when he just blurts out, out of nowhere “can i go down on you?” and you’re like WHAT? Eyes bulging out of your head and whole body going stiff below him as he pulls his head out of your neck, lips kiss swollen and pink, eyes in a daze.

“You actually want to?” you mumble, tongue poking the inside of your cheek and cheeks tinting red when he grins.

“Do i want to?” he scoffs, leaning forward to press a nasty, wet kiss against your lips, pulling back with a smug smirk.

AND he makes a point of making you finish at least three times just from him eating you out, just to prove a point.

I feel like we all know in out hearts by now that JJ’s the muchiest munch of them all. Am i right or am i right?

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[yuquinzel]

AHAUZJSOZ THOSE WERE SO CUTE 😭 and help ?? i get so shy talking about my selfships too, why is it so embarrassing geez :')

omg so do you have any megumi headcanons? like in general :0

— AA TYTY, TOOK ME SO LONG TO FIND THE RIGHT ONES T_T

and omfg you just asked me to give my megumi headcanons you have NO IDEA how much i think about him

he's demisexual. (and unlabelled) yes. this is maybe me projecting onto my faves but i wholeheartedly believe my boy's on the asexual spectrum :P

THE NBHD AND MCR STAN. like c’mon, you have to agree here

feeds stray cats and dogs he finds and always whispers something like “i just wanna win your trust” as if they'll understand STFU HE'S SUCH A DORK

doesn't know how to receive compliments w/o being awkward :(( call him pretty and he'll be like “oh... uh, thanks, you too..”

has watched every ghibli movie in existence and his comfort movie is spirited away, (again, projecting :> )

mine is whisper of the heart, that being said, we have ghibli movie marathons at least once a month or else I'd actually lose my mind

i feel like he doesn't make playlists and just shuffles thru his liked songs smh

doesn't cry in public, or at all. but when he does it's just... overwhelming, like tears that won't stop and broken sobs and muffled whimpers.... :<

love language in terms of giving: acts of service and quality time

love language in terms of receiving: physical touch and quality time

LIKE he REALLY likes hugs and just has to be touching his s/o in some, subtle way ajsbsjs -> i volunteer btw

summons his divine dogs when he's upset ahahshs :((

ALWAYS SMELLS SO GOOD

owns a lot of scented candles, helps him collect his thoughts

annotates the books he'll recommend to you

library dates or cozy, comfortable dates at home cooking together are his favourites

OKAY HONESTLY I HAVE A LOT MORE BUT IF I GO ON I WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP T_T

basically these are all the reasons he should be real and date me

thank you for asking anon :D i think half of these are me projecting LOL

[tteokdoroki]

🦭—SIGHS deku being so heavy that when u squirt he can't be pushed out so he just sinks deeper with soft grumbles ): massages his hips into yours as u knead at the mattress )): I JUST THINK HES NEAT,,

i’m howling actually. he is so neat!!!! mdni.

“d-deku!” you’re gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed into— all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest sticky against your back. “‘m gonna…gonna— oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.”

deku laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your ear— contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, slender hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, “uhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,” as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insides— making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of izuku’s girth. he chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain, licks predatory stripe from your neck to just behind your ear and curses when you cry out his name again. “keep that ass up for me, throw it back on me a little bit, baby. just so i can fuck you better.”

you do your best to lift your hips from underneath deku, shuddering at how his luscious green hair tickles your shoulders from behind and he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time izuku pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. you barely have any room to breathe between the way deku fucks you and the way he touches you— treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.

“be a good girl, be my pretty little girl and cum f’me,” he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insides— cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. “that’s it, make a mess for me. god, fuck.”

“i can’t, can’t. i-izu-!” clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. you let your head fall back against deku’s freckled shoulder, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. the knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your mound.

“fuck, you’re squirting,” deku sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because he’s just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. “that’s it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?” cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.

he leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your ass to grind into you in slow circles. “wan’ you to cum baby, please izuku. cum inside me, please.” you beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as deku picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down the insides of your thighs.

“take it baby, all of it,” the last spurt of his energy is used to fuck you until he creams your cunt, filling you up with his thick seed and grinding in you until he’s sure it takes. the pro hero collapses onto you, kisses pressed across your back before he leans up to whisper.

“let’s try that again, shall we? have you squirt while my cock’s deep, deep inside you, huh angel?”

[screampied]

Don't ask how I came up with this but gojo seems like the kind of guy to see you laid on ur stomach, butt showing and everything and immediately throw himself onto it. he would 100% sleep on ur ass. he also bit it once to which you kicked him in the face for NOT HIS FAULT UR ASS LOOKS SO CHEWABLE. the next time he does that he just nips on the skin and makes a goofy ahh 'om nom nom' sound 😭🙏

ps: his fav position is prone bone bc u just get so squishy like that 😞��� like thighs together, pussy squished between them and his dick

he also seems like the kinda guy that would just ask to rub up on u whenever I don't want penetration. period or whatever he's just like ok turn them cheeks over 😀.

all and all I feel like gojo is a closeted ass man

-L

ooough ur right satoru would def be an ass man ☝️ would always fall asleep on ur ass, knocks him right out bye. LMAO i can actually see him trying to take a lil chomp out of your ass cheek he’s so goofy. om nom nom is actually crazy ????

SATORU AND PRONEBONE HESYESYESY i found my ppl 👐. prone bone is soooo hot. with this position he loves finishing inside, or even down your thighs hnnnggh.

[weeping-statue]

Luca x Reader !!

—Genre: Kinda more on the romantic side, but there are still some playful platonic stuff, maybe fluffy? I’m not sure what I’d categorize a slice-of-life esque idea like this-

—Luca (Main headcanons): Luca is a very playful person, so his main love language is teasing /‘words of affirmation’, though it’s obvious when he’s doing it romantically- saying how you “stole his heart”, as a playful jab at your so-called crime. Ever since your story hit the news ‘a scandalous maid heist, good maid (nonbinary or gender neutral) gone bad!!’, he was interested, the way you pleaded seemed genuine reminding him of his own case, he didn’t kill his mentor.. He didn’t!! But seeing your face in the papers, he couldn’t help but catch feelings

—Plot: (Also this takes place pre-manor) You and Luca were put in the same prison, for similar reasons, you also were framed for a crime you didn’t commit, thievery against the rich family you worked for, when actually, it was another maid, but you couldn’t prove your innocence and got sentenced. The story starts when you first get put in that jail cell, the same empty cell, Luca was eager to find out who his cellmate was, unaware, yet pleasantly surprised his little obsession was going to be living with him, starting off with a bang, all flirty and teasing

—M anon: Your biggest fan !!

(ALSO HAII!! Sorry I didn’t see you wrote and answered my request, I’m honored you value me so much because I love your head canons and writings so much!! I hope you’re doing good and have a great night or day!!)

Hi!! I’m so glad you like my writing <3 you have no idea how happy I am to see you back in my inbox!

Luca finding out he’s sharing a cell with his latest obsession!

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Like always let’s just set ourselves up for this

I feel like they’d have some sort of newspaper system of world wide things so that they could all be informed, and not be as desensitized.

Prison is a cruel and inhumane place as it is, and losing yourself in there is not at all ideal.

Lucas favorite part of his day in prison is getting that half dirty pamphlet of news to read.

Usually he’d make fun of the stupid people in the world when he got bored, but a very interesting case came up.

“Rouge maid, steels and threatens rich and famous businessman’s family! Maid has been apprehended and is being taken for interrogation, leading to a trial.”

A picture of your tear stained and scared face was posted to the side of the text.

You looked too soft, too.. innocent to have done anything.

He didn’t believe their stupid words for a moment.

Ever since then, he’d been keeping track of your case

Cutting out your pictures and hanging them on the wall of his cold cell

Keeping important details about you underneath of them

Studying you with what little he has

And to his shock when he gets the most recent update, there was nothing about you.

It was like he missed the ending of his favorite show and could never watch it again.

Luca had asked around if anyone knew of what happened, but nobody could come up with decent answers, only a,

“I’m not sure, I wasn’t really paying attention. All I know is that someone new is coming in later today.”

Well that wasn’t helpful.

He let out a huff and continued on with his day, working hard to get it all over with so he could brood peacefully in his cell.

Rereading the scraps of paper, when his cell door was slammed open.

“Hey! Get up and make room. You’ve got a new cell mate.” The guard had yelled.

Shoving in his roommate aggressively, letting them hit the floor with a groan.

He sat up taking a closer look only to have his jaw drop.

There was absolutely no way, the person he’s been crushing on is sitting in front of him, in this hidden corner.

He wasn’t exactly complaining though.. —

His first encounter of you was basically just trying to convince him you were innocent, you were framed, set up by another maid.

He gently calmed you down, saying he knew and understood, because he too, was framed.

That small comfort of knowing you weren’t alone in your unfair situation is what blossomed these feelings for him overtime. —

Only later into your stay did you start to open up more, showing a more vulnerable side.

Which he heavily appreciated, because that means his obsession is somewhat understandable. And that you were okay with it? Right? You liked him as much as he did you! That had to be the reason why you would let him hold you at night when it got into the negatives! Or why you’d tell him such secretive things about yourself!

That also had to be the reason why you’d stick near him.

You felt safe with him because you liked him, or as he hoped loved him.

And yeah, feelings started to develop. Especially when he would hold you during the freezing nights. Sharing body heat to stay warm. Further into the ‘relationship’ when he thinks you’re sleeping, you’ll hear him whisper sweet nothings into your ear, “You’ve stolen my heart, my soul, and I’ve never been more happy.” —

Let’s say this is after the confessions, this is just how he’d act during your relationship. Kinda suggestive so if you don’t like it, it will be marked for you to skip by one of these “18+—“

Luca would always be touching you in some way, with his hands either on your shoulder, or interlaced with your own.

You would move both of your cots together to make a bigger bed for you to share.

Temple kisses are his favorite.

He enjoys coming up to you and placing a chaste kiss there while you’re working.

He fantasizes about being able to shower with you depending on your gender. Not entirely sexual either; just the warm skin on skin contact is what he craves.

He watches over you when he can, not entirely trusting of the other prisoners.

18+—

He likes quickies, because throughout the day you barely see each other, so these quick intimate moments are nice.

Again with the shower thing

He likes to try to make you loud, because he knows if you get caught you’ll be in trouble but it’s so much fun to tease you with that though.

He loves being each other’s little secret.

Sometimes during intimate moments he lets his obsessive side slip, telling you things about how he’s fantasized about you for a while. How you can’t escape his mind.

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My mood swings have been horrible so if it affects my writing that’s why..

[arabaka]

working out with gojo. you don't work out much but decided to start doing so with gojo's help. he pushes you really hard every time but always gives you the best motivator.

"if you can complete this lap in 15 seconds, I'll let you sit on my face."

queue him leaning back against a picnic table in the woods, gripping your thighs while your shorts and underwear are on his lap.

sculpture anon

(not sure how good this is but i don't exercise so the thought came to me)

ʚ｡ﾟ☁︎｡ɞ｡ sculpture anon. you and me. we are in this together now .

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. gojo satoru x gn!reader. no smut but suggestive.

mmm got me thinking ... you've been training with gojo for three months now and he's great, really! pushes you past your limits, but not to the point you'll get hurt. he's your biggest cheerleader, always hyping you up even if you're a second or two off your usual lap time.

but sometimes, you want to work out in peace. there's a new album from your favorite band you want to get a good pump to and ooh, what about that podcast on your number one guilty pleasure, trash TV? there's plenty of reasons for you to want some alone time while you're exercising !!!

so why does he get so damn pouty when he finds out you have a gym membership!? "yuji told me he saw you at the gym today, why didn't you tell me?" he asks with his lumbering body closely knit to yours as you walk to the kitchen.

"wow, you were not wrong. kid cannot keep a secret." you're wiping down the counter, laughing softly as you feel gojo's arms wrap around your waist. that makes him flex his grip a little bit and you can't lie, the muscles that perk up are so taut, so brawny you see stars for a bit. "we don't have to do everything together, satoru."

"but we could." he whines, but gives up the real answer, "i liked doing it with you."

"which part?" you ask, brow raised and thinking he will respond in kind, with humor, you turn your head with a sneaky peek at your tongue.

but he purses those pretty lips of his around the small sliver of muscle you gave him, sucking and invading your mouth in one fell swoop. "both but right now," his big hand swipes one of yours and forces it on his fat and heavy erection, cock swollen and throbbing for your touch, "it's this."

[setablaze11]

As nasty as JJ Maybank is i feel like he would be more nervous about anal than you. Almost like he can’t believe you trust him enough for that.

Ohh he is for sure.

“You sure? Like absolutely positive? No doubts at all?” he rambles, ignoring the way he’s already throbbing and leaking precum, tip an angry red as his thumb experimentally sinks into your hole.

‘Yes, JJ’ you mewl in playfull annoyance, ass wiggling back toward him as he sucks in a sharp breath, running a hand through his blonde strands.

“Right. Right- here we go” he stutters, lining you up as you stiffen in reaction, the stretch of the tip alone unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

“Baby- need you to relax” he coos, leaning forward on his elbow to press kisses into your shoulder blades. After a few deep breaths and soothing touches, he manages to slowly sink all the way in.

“We’re in, pretty. How’s it feel?” he gasps, not daring to move before you give him the go ahead.

‘Weird’ you gasp, hips wiggling back toward his and head craning to the side to look dazedly at him over your shoulder.

“Good weird or bad weird?” he mumbles, tip of his nose nudging against your spine.

‘Good, real good J’ you whine, one of his hands splaying on top of yours on the comforter to interetwine your fingers in assurance as he finally moves, muttering mindless, nasty praises through the whole thing.

Ughhhh i love soft JJ💋💋

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[abbyshands]

Can I say something really quick? The person who wrote that post complaining was just trying to shame smut writers 😭 I did stalk them and had porn links of "Ellie and Abby" so I really don't understand from where she came from. Aldo you are right, writting it's such difficult and more difficult write fluff things. At the end of the day please mind your business and write whatever you want bc no one pay you for it, it's a HOBBY

i've seen sooo many people talking about it so i'm not sure which account originally said it, but !!! regardless of who did, i absolutely agree. i'm just wondering why it's a big deal for people to make and post smut? i'm not a big fic reader at all, but if i ever feel like reading and i check a fic's warnings and i don't want to read it, i just ... scroll? is that not what you're supposed to do? why do we have to bring down people in the process? that's what makes me upset. i write for my job in real life as well, just like the fiction i write here, and i can tell you that, with the amount of angst and fluff i've written for work, it's tiring to come up with ideas, and executing them is even more exhausting. don't get me wrong: i'm grateful for being able to make money by doing what i love. but i get really hard on myself with all that i write, especially those two genres. it takes a long time to write, which is why i never want to rush it, and i always want it to be presentable. smut isn't like that for me. i'm okay with making a quick drabble. but for me, genres like angst and fluff, or even dark content (which i have also written) is where i feel like my skills as a writer truly show. so when i send it over to clients, or when i post it publicly in general, i want it to be perfect, at least in my eyes. you know?

and you're so right! any genre you write should be for fun. that's all. like, when did we lose the "fan" in fan fiction? so much more to worry about than a bunch of sapphics just having fun. unless what you're uploading (mainly smut wise for this take, but also in general) is wrong (morally, legally, ethically, etc), then i don't understand why you need to feel ashamed about posting it. this in mind, write what you want to write.

[yuquinzel]

no thoughts head empty just you calling your anons "luv"

— mfsmsmfnd anon luv can you tell it’s my favourite term of endearment :P

[tteokdoroki]

Nonono but hear me out

Corrupting Priest Gojo

The all knowing (derogatory) cocky witty surprisingly young Priest Gojo who doesn't look like a virgin but the second you put his mouth on him he doesn't scream for god anymore, he screams for you- imagine pulling on the rosary around his neck or even binding his wrists together with it- the broken blabbering, sobbering priest Gojo just gonna see the pearly gates when you're done with him and his pretty, not-so-untouched-anymore cock

-glasses anon

oh my god im …. insane ….

tw: sacrilege and religious imagery but the idea of gojo growing up in the church and never wanting to disobey the word of god and what he’s been taught all his life so by the time he becomes a priest he’s a complete and innocent virgin. when you put your mouth on him for the first time his milky thighs are quivering and his cock is so painfully hard and flushed he thinks that he’s being punished :(

like poor priest gojo with the prettiest tears in his eyes in his angelic blue eyes — shining like holy water, as you swipe your tongue through the slit on his seedy cockhead. he chokes on a sob, grasps when you cheekily fondle his weight balls and dip your tongue over his taint. satoru grasping at the little cross sitting over his heart, begging for forgiveness through hiccups and sobs, moaning out your name like it’s a prayer.

the closer gojo gets, the more he forgets who he’s supposed to be worshiping. not you, the woman on her knees between his legs, sucking the life out of him, licking up every drop of precum and grazing over the blue veins on that tattoo his dick. he cums with pathetic moan as the burning in his pelvis ceases and he fills your mouth with his cream, in thick syrupy waves.

stop and when his eyes flutter shut during his orgasm, the halo of his white hair askew and his lips parted in sinful moans — you reach up to grab his rosary and tug it so hard the beads snap and clatter across the floor of the confessional booth. you drag him down to press a kiss to satoru’s lips, feeding him his own orgasm, his first taste of sin.

and the second he tastes himself on your reddened lips, he finds out what it’s like to be cast out from heaven.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[screampied]

i'm gonna cry i desperately need more toji as tatsu from way if the househusband 🙏🙏

( can i be 🕯️anon)

AFTER OCTOBERRRRR i got you 🙇‍♂️💗