#I looooove praise

[dark-side-blog3]

thank you sm for all of your hard work 🫶 to be honest im so happy that your blog EXISTS like it involuntarily brings happiness to me when i see a new upload or even better a new writing from you. its always so interesting to read your opinions on anything even if i dont understand what you’re talking about

you’re also so inspirational to me i always feel better when im endlessly rereading and scrolling posts here i dont even know how does it works but it does

Flattery will get you SO far with me lol-- you're such a dear!!!! I love hearing that my opinions and inane rambles about whatever concept or character I've focused on intrigue you, and you must understand it to a degree if you're willing to read it! And put up with my neverending rambles and confessions in between my "actual" writing.

It's nice to feel valued and appreciated, especially when it's something so clearly worded as this bit of praise! I tend to overthink, if this blog hasn't already given that away, so the reassurance that people mind me fun to talk to/read is greatly cherished. Thanks anon! You're such a dove! <3

[girlwithmultipleproblems]

♥︎Pretty princess♥︎

[jam-packed]

hehehehehe got a book full of casey stoner pics from 2007 this is awesome

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

thinking of the way people are always talking about Aegon & Aemond are inverted parallels to Viserys & Daemon and it's funny because on one hand that correct, but on the other hand it's only correct if you're not seeing Aegon as Daemon and Aemond as Viserys. like, Aegon and Daemon say/do shitty things (often in brothels) and Aemond and Viserys punish them for it, whether through burning or exile. Aemond and Viserys see betrayal everywhere while Aegon and Daemon are relentlessly, painfully loyal. Aegon and Daemon have the same run-and-hide instinct while Aemond and Viserys cling to their perceived duties, even if they fuck up and it fucks them up. like, in some ways it's not so much an inverted parallel as the same story with different characters. not sure where I'm going with this except that Aegon is very clearly a younger sibling trapped in the body of an older sibling and it's a great tragedy for one and all.

[vanillabat99]

Some might find it strange that I am my partner's fucked up little purse dog, but I think it's the best thing ever :3

[yuhlena]

might be biased but this is probably the best playlist of all time

Uhhh so I made a playlist for @yuhlena amazing fic "Enjoy the Silence" !!!! It's one of the most beautifully well written things I've ever read in my life. It's taking OVER my life!

Go read it here!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62485258/chapters/159918160

[brainjuicey]

all my ideas seem to be impossible to communicate, my lecturer says he likes both my concepts, he doesn't get it, it's the same concept I just can't decide on anything, whenever I ask a question it comes out stupid and I stop halfway through, and I never manage to voice the thoughts and questions that are actually important

[libingan]

— how the TF141 eat PUSSY

JOHN PRICE

price starts by kissing and nibbling along your inner thighs, his breath hot and eager. he moves to your cunt with a determined tongue, savoring every inch of your pussy. his licks are slow, firm, and deliberate, ensuring he tastes every bit of your juices before concentrating on your clit.

he’s skilled and demanding, using intense, steady licks and forceful sucks on your clit, keeping you on the edge with a combination of persistent pressure and sudden bursts of intensity.

throughout, he lavishes you with praise, his voice rough with desire. “you’re so fucking delicious,” he growls. “I love the way you taste. I want to make you come all over my face.”

he doesn’t use toys, preferring to rely solely on his mouth and hands. his focus is entirely on your pleasure, making sure you’re completely satisfied with each lick and suck.

absolutely loves to edge you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back, making you beg for release. “not yet, love,” he’d murmur. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

sometimes he’ll restrain your hands above your head, keeping you from touching him or yourself, making sure you’re entirely at his mercy.

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

gaz takes a calculated and intense approach, starting with slow, deliberate licks around your cunt before shifting focus to your clit. his technique is precise, varying from gentle, teasing licks to rapid, urgent flicks.

neutral towards toys, sometimes using them but not relying on them. his fingers might play with your pussy while his mouth is on your clit, ensuring a thorough and varied stimulation.

gaz’s dirty talk is filled with praise, his voice smooth and encouraging. “you taste so fucking good,” he murmurs. “I love how you’re responding to my tongue. keep moaning for me, let me hear how much you enjoy this.”

he wants to make you feel adored and thoroughly pleasured, using his skillful technique to bring you to the brink of ecstasy with every touch and lick.

he loves to make eye contact while eating you out, watching your every reaction and getting off on the sight of you falling apart. “you look so beautiful like this,” he’d say, his voice husky.

gaz enjoys teasing you, brushing his tongue lightly over your clit and then pulling back, making you whine and beg for more. “tell me what you want, love,” he’d say with a smirk.

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

soap dives into eating your pussy with unrestrained enthusiasm, his scottish accent thick with desire. he starts with rough, eager licks, his tongue hungrily lapping up your juices. hes aggressive, his mouth constantly moving, focusing on your clit with hard, sucking attention.

he loooooves using toys, often incorporating a vibrator or dildo while his mouth is busy on your cunt. his fingers might stretch and tease you, adding extra stimulation to his relentless tongue.

his dirty talk is explicit and degrading, delivered with a thick Scottish accent. “ye’re so fuckin’ wet, lass,” he groans, his voice dripping with lust. “ye love this, don’t ye? ye’re such a dirty wee slut for my tongue.”

soap aims to push you to your limits, enjoying the way you squirm and beg. his relentless focus and use of toys are meant to leave you completely undone and craving more.

he’ll often slap your cunt lightly, adding a sting of pain to the pleasure, making you yelp and moan louder. “take it all, ye slut,” he’d growl.

soap loves to make you ride his face, grabbing your hips and grinding you down against his tongue, making sure you’re in control but completely at his mercy.

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

ghost's approach is intense and commanding. he dives into your cunt with a fierce, determined tongue, starting with broad, rough licks before focusing aggressively on your clit with hard sucks and teasing nibbles. his movements are precise and relentless, ensuring that every touch drives you wild.

he doesn’t use toys, preferring to rely solely on his mouth and fingers. his fingers may thrust into your pussy while his mouth focuses on your clit, creating a combination of sensations that leaves you breathless.

ghost’s dirty talk is harsh and degrading, adding an extra layer of intensity. “you’re such a filthy slut,” he growls against your cunt. “beg for it, you dirty whore. show me how much you want my tongue.”

he loves to hold your thighs apart with a firm grip, keeping you spread wide and completely exposed to his mouth. “you’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire.

ghost might spit on your clit, adding to the wetness and making his licks even more intense. “take it, you fucking whore,” he growls, his eyes locked on yours as he devours you.

he enjoys making you squirm and struggle, using his strength to keep you in place while he works your pussy with ruthless efficiency. his goal is to push you to your limits, making you come with an intensity that leaves you trembling and completely satisfied.

[metranart]

Bakugou has a bad habit of overstimulating, you’re used to it by now, but Izuku always seems to crack the quickest.

“He seems cock-drunk, but he LOVES it when I’m needy,” the champagne-haired Pro-hero mutters shamelessly, nipping at Izuku’s earlobe. “And YOU love when we give in to you.” You utter with a cocky sort of grin, which sends a shiver down Bakugou’s spine for how challenged it makes him feel. His large hand tightens its grip on Izuku’s fat, throbbing cock, who lost the ability to produce anything other than moans over twenty minutes ago. 

“A little tighter—” 

The green-haired Pro-hero surprises you both by being able to spit out that pitiful request, and Bakugou’s crimson eyes shine, tightening his hold on him, moving his hand up and down his length more enthusiastically. From your angle you can see EVERYTHING, from Bakugou’s heavy, neglected cock trapped between Izuku’s back and his own abs as he nestles him between his strong thighs, working him with expert hands that slide up and down each side of the green-haired man being devoured in a four-limbed hug, to the way Izuku’s strong chest and marked abdomen pant, going in an alarming rhythm, up and down, as he is masturbated by his bestie and lover. 

You are worse than hypnotized by the erotic scene, because it is only when Bakugou’s free hand grabs you by the jaw and guides you in a gentle command towards the green-haired thatch that leads towards Izuku's heavy cock, that you take the hint to lick and suck his balls into your mouth. 

“Fuck, (Y/N)— just like that.” Bakugou praises you, “Izuku loooooves to have his balls played with.” 

His large hand guides you further down into Izuku's sac and you instantly gulp it into your mouth, licking and toying with each of his cum-stuffed balls. Izuku moans, his body tensing and shivering from the double attention, he tries to hold himself back, he doesn't want to cum yet but having you completely naked on his lap, worshipping his sac is too much for him, your delicious scent doesn't help either, you are clouding his senses. He's already used to Bakugou, they've been lovers for longer than he would dare to accept, he's vaccinated against his explosive charms... but YOU! God! You are a breath of fresh air that the two of them have become addicted to. You came as a one-night stand and stayed as the last side of their incomplete triangle. The missing part in their life. 

Bakugou caresses your hair as he encourages you to suck harder, you look so cute with your mouth full of his man, that he can't help but start masturbating with the friction he can get from Izuku's body between his legs. Seeing you so invested in your task has him dizzy, drunk with desire, his thumb plays with the tip of Izuku's swollen cock, the tip is flushed in a deeper tone than the rest of his body, spitting out strings of sticky white precum that drips down his knuckles. You pick up the pace and Bakugou follows, All Might’s heir shudders at the immense pleasure fading his ability to keep breathing straight, it doesn't take Bakugou long to find a steady pace, hand jerking up and down, every so often applying pressure to the back of your head for you to swallow a little more of Izuku, who is groaning as bursts of pleasure shoots through him.

“I know,” Bakugou murmurs, his voice ocean-deep and scraping across Izuku's ears in ways that only he can. He lets one hand drift down to cradle your chin, urging you to stretch your neck up and long for him to pamper you better.  “You look—good.  Like this.”

Bakugou's pumping fist glides easier the stickier it gets with Izuku's arousal. They hear you moan, your hard nipples rubbing from time to time against Izuku's thighs, Izuku can't take it anymore, he wants to pamper you as well, he wants you purring for him as you purr for kacchan. Desperately, his hand searches for your aching clit and Fuuuuck! does he find it. The rub of his fat thumb, circular motions aided by intervals between fast and slow are edging you, going straight to your sensitive core. 

"Deku-..." you moan his Hero name against his cum-filled balls, and you hear him swear. 

"That's a first." Bakugou snickers out, never having heard his beloved curse before, that's how bewitched you have him, that's how much he adores ya— so much that he goes out of his way, that’s how much you affect him! 

“God…I love the way our Hero names roll down your tongue, kitten.” Bakugou admits, all in the hopes that you'll take pity on him and say his name too. 

“…. Is that right?”

You can see Bakugou's head nodding almost frantically and your mouth curves, sinfully.

“G-Great Explosiooooon-…. Mu-murder God Dynaaaaamight, my Bakugou!” 

You can clearly hear him groan deep inside his broad chest and his pace quickens, his breath becoming more labored, the more you moan and trash under Izuku's unmerciful thumb. 

“Inside.” Izuku manages to say between gasps, eyes clenched shut, sweat rolling down his heated forehead, “...Swallow it, please… please, pleeeeeease-”

It was the gentlest growled demand you'd ever heard. Bakugou stifles a breathless laugh against his sweaty neck, and his scoff dies on his lips when in all elegant skillfulness you untangle his big hand from Izuku’s throbbing cock and swallow him down in one greedy gulp, the erect phallus of flesh disappearing into your tight esophagus as your nose hits the knot of green pubic hair. 

“(Y/N)!” Izuku gasps out, feeling an unbearable heat beginning to build in his stomach. “Oh my GOD…(Y/N)-” he squeals, his voice trailing off into a moan as he hits a certain spot in the back of your throat. Something in him seem to snap when you groan his name, the muffled syllables reverberating each nerve terminal in his body. 

Bakugou suddenly let out a low groan himself, his hands tightening in their grip on your hips. When did he slip out from under Izuku will remain a mystery to you, but the smirk stretching his mouth wickedly, tells more than a thousand words. 

"Inside." He claims as well, and without stopping to swallow the cock of the dying Izuku shivering on the squeaking mattress, you present yourself to Bakugou to let him breed you at his will.

“FUCK!” he growls, his breath coming out in short gasps. “So damn tight, my pretty girl. More. I need to fill you so bad… WE are gonna do such a good work filling you up, ain’t that right, shitty babe?” 

“Yes, yesyesyesyesyes…. I’m close… Oh God,” Izuku is out of it, totally blissed out, mumbling nonsense as his balls tighten and loose as he begins to pour little spurts of cum into your mouth.

Bakugou’s pace quickens behind you, breeding you like a madman. You mumble his name, closing up to your climax. 

“Dammit! …I’m SO close…”

Katsuki Bakugou groans again, his palms spraying sparks as he gets closer to the edge of insanity, shivering and drooling as he grunts your name and Izuku’s. “I’m close…. Izuku. I want to- I need to…-”

You let out a muffled gasp as your climax washes over you, your body tensing against Bakugou’s powerful thrust, and Izuku squeezes his eyes shut as he helps you gulp every single drop of his musky, thick ribbons of cum. Bakugou lazily thrusting, back and forwards, to aid you ride out your high. You can feel him twitch behind you as he lets his full weight fall over your body like the warmest blanket ever, his arms wrapping a bit tighter around the two of you as he cums, deep inside you.

Izuku drags down and let himself be swallow inside Bakugou’s embrace as he presses a kiss to your forehead, holding you tightly against his chest as he comes down from his high. Both their breaths coming out in ragged gasps, their frames shaking slightly as they try to steady their breathing. Both keeping you pressed up against them, such a possessiveness in their grip that you felt owned and branded, you don’t recognize whose arms wrap tightly around your waist or whose leg hook over yours to keep you stuck.

“So, are we husband material or do you need more proof?” Bakugou asks with a breathy chuckle, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Bringing yet again a topic that according to you had already been discarded.

“Please, say you need more proof, darling.” Izuku begins, placing soft kisses on your skin, planting them down your neck as you shiver, a very real shiver, because there is something way too possessive in the way they are looking at you, with such unashamed adoration and especially in the way, both slowly extend a greedy palm on top of your belly, as if calling dibs... 

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[girlwithmultipleproblems]

Would you know what I do on tumblr if I look like this in public 😇🥰

[r1pp4r]

since yall loved königs so much, heres some simon “ghost” riley nsfw headcannons!!

WARNINGS: MDNI!! this is just completely nsfw :))

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* okay- simon 100% is a thigh lover and i mean ANYTHING to do with your thighs. especially if he fucks your thighs ugh, especially with your back to his chest and your sitting on his lap 🧍‍♂️

* riding. he looooves the way your body is pressed up against him, and the way you move your hips. it’s so intoxicating to him, he’s obsessed. he loves feeling you bite into his neck and shoulder, or your kisses against his jaw. he also loves the way he can grab ur thighs, and thats why he also loves the mating press or your legs on his waist, but like,, pressed to ur chest

* i don’t think simon has a lot of kinks. like not ones that physically harm you. it honestly depends on your preference :) but like idk. for me he’d have some kinks, but nothing with sadism or masochism like at all. but he loooooves to make you feel overwhelmed. i think he’d be into light bondage sometimes but not a lot. he likes to make sure you know you’re safe.

* playing off that, simon is someone BIG on hearing you verbally consent. a nod or a kiss won’t do. he needs to verbally hear you say what you need, or want. that ties into the fact he does absolutely love to hear you beg for him.

* simon is a stone top. at least imo, only bc of his SA. which that can happen, and he feels the need to have some kind of control over the situation and not you entirely. but sometimes he’ll let you praise him, and he’ll beg for you. he lets his guard down and submits to you in a sense.

* SAFEWORD. EVEN THO ITS NOT BDSM HE HAS A SAFEWORD. for him. not just for you-

* simon adore cockwarming. he loves feeling your little cunt on his shaft, where he just has you against him. he lets you grind into him barely, just getting enough friction to have soft, almost inaudible whimpers. especially when he’s doing paperwork.

* simon doesn’t ask you to give him head a lot bc he feels like it’s a task bc of his size. but you always insist and he swears its the best thing because your mouth was made for him. (sometimes he’ll fuck your mouth if he’s feelin silly n goofy :p)

* MARKINGGGG!!! he loves leaving sweet hickeys all over your neck, softly massaging your clit while sucking soft bruises onto your skin <333

* he takes his time a lot. and i mean a lot of time. he doesn’t like quickies (i agree) sessions can last sometimes 3-5 hours because he has so much stamina. like good lord.

* but he also takes his time bc he wants to show you how well knows your body. good lord does he know it. he knows exactly how to make you sing, and he’s hit spots you couldn’t have imagined.

* yes, simon is BIG but he knows how to use it. people who don’t know how to use their dick and its big, it hurts. but simon knows his angles, how deep he can go, etc.

* simon has a huge breeding kink, and i mean it’s horrid. he fills you up every single time. multiple times. he loves the thought of fucking a kid into you, and loving a kid into you. but he knows your both not ready for it yet, but it still drives the both of you crazy, the thought of you plump w his kid

[miraculouslyfine]

stay with me.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: just a regular day with your boyfriend, who happens to fight crime sometimes //nothing but pure fluff lol, slightly dramatic reader

(word count: 2k)

“You ever think your dad might secretly hate me?”

“Oh, yeah. All the time”

“Y/n, I'm being serious”

She snorted. Oh, yeah. Tony Stark secretly hating Peter Parker. That was a good one. Tony, the same guy who was practically begging May to let him adopt her nephew before he found out Peter was dating his child (he quickly dropped the idea as if May was even considering it, saying he didn't want any weird Alabama stuff happening under his roof). The guy who praised Peter (to be fair never in front of him) so much to the point where both Y/n and Morgan were starting to feel like Peter was the favorite child amongst them. Yeah, he hated him alright.

“No, Peter, I don't think my dad hates you. Where is this even coming from?”

“It's just... okay, listen, I was thinking-”

“That's never a good sign”

"Shut up.”, he glared at her, unimpressed by her comment. “As I was saying, I was thinking, Tony's...well... Tony Stark, Iron Man, a literal genius and I am... well... me. I feel like he secretly wishes I'd choke on something and die so I'll leave you alone...What I'm trying to say is that I feel like he doesn't think I'm good enough for you”, he sighed feeling a bit nervous now.

“Are you kidding? If anything, he thinks I'm not good enough for you. Everyone and their mom know he likes you more than me”

“I don't know... He still has the whole Iron Man and world-famous billionaire thing. You've got two parents who are like...two of the most important and influential people in the world. And I'm the nerdy dude with the mask...who gets good grades. Not exactly what they'd pair you with on Tinder”

“If it's any consolation, I'd totally swipe right on you”, she said with a wink.

He rolled his eyes, trying to look like he wasn't enjoying every second of this. “You're so cheeky, you know that?”

“And you looooove it. Just like you looooove me”, her tone was light and playful as she dragged out the words. Her arms wrapped around his neck without much thought; it had become second nature for her to be touching him in some way.

Peter's own arms wrapped around her waist almost instinctively, bringing her body closer to his. He sighed, still trying and failing to act annoyed as a small smile made its way to his face. “Oh, yeah. I'm crazy about you”

She mockingly rolled her eyes at him just like he had done a second ago. “Is that little sarcastic tone supposed to throw me off? Prove you're not? You're not fooling anyone, Petey. We both know it's true, so you better drop the attitude mister”, she grinned and pressed a light kiss on his lips, quickly pulling back.

“Don't push it”, he said in a half-serious/half-joking tone. “You're getting a little too sassy” He cupped her face and stole a longer kiss, gently holding her in place.

“Peter and Y/n, sitting on a tree, k-i-s-s-hmfm"

Peter's all-time favorite activity is kissing his girlfriend. It's especially enjoyable when he does it when she's being annoying, to shut her up. And that's exactly what he did now. He kissed her again, this time with a little more intensity. She's so close and so beautiful and so annoying in the best way possible and she's his and how did he get lucky enough to wind up with her?

He pulled her even closer. His hand held her by the hip, the other gently cupping her face. He finally broke the kiss, his breathing a bit heavy. “You're driving me crazy”

“Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room- okay, fine I'll stop, I'll stop, jeez”, she muttered under her breath once she saw the look Peter was giving her. “I love you?”

“Is that a question?”, he asked slightly amused at her attempt to get in his good graces.

“No, I definitely love you. And I'm very much in love with you”

He rolled his eyes again but smiled nonetheless. “And I'm in love with you”, he said affectionately, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. He just wanted to stay there like that, with her, for the rest of the day but he knew he had a patrol to get to.

“Oh no”

He raised an eyebrow skeptically at her sudden comment. “’Oh no’ what? What happened?”

“You're doing the face”, she said with a small frown.

He feigned innocence, like he didn't know what she was talking about. He totally knew what she was talking about. “What face? I'm not doing anything”

“You're doing the ‘I-have-SpiderManing-to-do' face”, her frown further deepened.

“Yeah, okay, I'll give you that”, he sighed sheepishly, taking the tiniest step back. “I need to go out and, y’know, save people in peril and all that. Being a hero and all. You know I have to”, his tone was just as soft as his touch when he gently cupped her cheek with his hand.

She instinctively leaned into his touch, looking into his eyes all soft and lovingly, making Peter's heart melt. “Do you really have to, though? How about you save your own girlfriend instead?”, she said playfully with an exaggerated pouty expression.

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. A sly grin formed on his face. “Oh yeah?”, he asked, playing into this. “And how's my girlfriend in need of saving?”

She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm glad you asked, Spidey"

She -very dramatically, in Peter's opinion -flopped on the bed, basically throwing herself on it. "I'm about to experience 'broken heart syndrome'. My boyfriend is about to abandon me"

Peter can’t help but laugh at her theatrics. She sounded like someone auditioning for the role of 'most unfortunate soul' in a melodrama. “You’re so dramatic. I’m not abandoning you; I’m just going out on patrol. I’m doing my job.”

"Same difference", she huffed before jumping up, now speaking in an overly cheerful tone. "But fear not, kind Spider-Man! There is a way to prevent this!"

“Oh yeah?” Peter chuckled. He had no idea where this was going, but he’d be damned if he didn’t continue indulging her. He’s weak for this girl. “And what’s that?”

With an exaggerated sigh, she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, tilting her head back as if the weight of her woes was simply too much to bear.

"You have to spend the rest of the day here, with me. The streets of New York mustn't see you at all.” In a graceful, almost theatrical collapse, she draped herself across the armrest of the fainting couch (Peter swore the only reason she even had this thing was for dramatic falls like this one); the picture of overly dramatic defeat.

“Or else we're doomed!"

Peter couldn't help but start laughing. “The streets of New York mustn't, huh?”, he joked. He pulled her closer, looking at her with a grin. “And what, pray tell, exactly would be the terrible, awful consequence if I were to leave?” he teased, playing into her overly theatrical bit for her.

“I'd burst into glitter and confetti and the Earth would explode, naturally”, she said in a serious tone with a nod.

Peter laughed again. “That’s an, eh… interesting consequence,” he joked, holding her even closer. “So let me get this straight: you go kaboom unless I stay here?”

"Kaboom into glitter, yes", she nodded.

“Oh no, we can’t have that happening, can we?” he said, still amused. He gently pushed a piece of hair away from her face. “Who’s gonna be my girlfriend if you burst into glitter?"

"No one because I'm gonna haunt all your hoes away. Just kidding, that kind of language is unacceptable, all girls are beautiful, no girl's a hoe. But no other girlfriends for you, just me"

“No other girlfriends. Only you,” he chuckled with a smile. The thought alone that there would be any other girlfriends wasn’t even in his mind. She was the only girl he wanted. He gently lifted her chin so she was looking at him. “What else can I do for my amazing, beautiful, slightly dramatic girlfriend?”

"Stay with meeeee, I don't want you to leeeeaaaveeee", she said dramatically in the tone of that one Cigarettes After Sex song.

No way she broke out in a song right now-Peter shook his head and smiled, laughing at her overdramatic tone. “Oh my god, you are so over the top,” he joked. He took a few seconds, then in mock dramatics, he relented. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay. I can’t have you bursting into glitter.”

But she was far too into her role now; she had already fallen on her knees in front of him. "No, Peter, you don't understand, you have to stay-"

Her tone was overly pleading -it really sounded like she was on the verge of crying-, as if she were begging him, before she registered what he said, a big smile appearing on her face.

"Wait you're staying?"

Peter was taken aback by her being on her knees, and he couldn't stop himself from laughing at her melodramatic performance. “Oh, you really are committed to the bit, huh?”

When she asked him if he was staying, he pretended to sigh, as if this was some great burden, and nodded. “Yes. I’m staying.”

"Wait, really?", she stood up abruptly. "What about the people of New York? People are kind of dumb, they'll definitely need help with something at some point- I mean, everything's under control, people are so responsible. No crime happening at all. Ever. Don't leave"

He rolled his eyes again but smiled. He liked knowing she wanted him around as much as he did. "They'll be okay... I think. I hope. I could use a break anyway."

She smiled back at him, her gaze softening. "You don't have to stay, y'know. I wouldn't want you to worry whether an alien invasion is happening or not"

He gave her a look. "Don't joke about that. It has happened before-"

She lifted her hands in mock surrender. "Right, right, sorry, I thought we were allowed to joke about it now since it's been a while. Guess not", she said with a playful eye roll before her tone turned more soft, almost shy "But you'll stay?"

Peter paused, the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders. The responsibilities he'd carried for so long tugged at him, a persistent reminder of duty and expectation. But then his gaze settled on Y/n —eyes wide, a mix of surprise and uncertainty flickering in her expression.

"I’ll stay," he repeated softly, the words almost foreign on his lips.

Y/n blinked, as if she hadn’t truly expected the offer to be taken seriously. Her mouth opened, then closed, a hesitant smile trying to find its place.

"You don’t have to—"

"I know," Peter interrupted, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint smile. For once, the weight of obligation loosened its grip, and he allowed himself to simply be. "I want to"

Peter pulled her into a hug, holding her as close to him as possible.

He wrapped his arms around Y/n, his movements unhurried, as if savoring the quiet rebellion of staying here a little longer. The embrace was firm yet relaxed, neither dramatic nor fleeting, just enough to feel the steady rhythm of each other's breathing.For a moment, time seemed to hold its breath, allowing them to settle perfectly into the comfort of each other's presence, unspoken gratitude passing between them like a gentle current.

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"So, you usually don't want to, is what you're saying-"

"You're unbelievable"

[stoopidpigeonxx]

Hiiii can you do the crew and their kinks and some smut please!!

yuhyuhyuhyuh~ I can indeed!!

Curly

-listen. Deep down I think this man is a total freak. So he's got some strange ones. -Innocence/corruption kink. he is so turned on by taking a girl (or boy's) virginity. It makes him feel so... above everyone. He's a bit selfish sometimes. But also, because he really wants to take care of someone and give them a great first introduction to sex. He wants you to get so attached to him, that you'll never leave his side. He wants you all to himself. -Pussy worshipping. (I'm getting all of these from wikipedia btw.) More likely just worshiping in general, but definitely centered around your cunt. Like, he will spend hours licking at your clit and eating you out to get you readily prepared for him. Or, he won't even fuck you. Just solely focusing on your pleasure alone. (although.. will probably stroke himself while he goes down on you.) -Face fucking. Deep down, this man is a total sub for this. Like.. if you're a female, he'll let you ride his face 100 percent. If you're a dude, hey, why not. Use his mouth. He doesn't mind. (aslong as you don't make him deepthroat; he's not so good at that.) -Thigh riding/frottage. HUMP. THIS. MAN. he will gladly let you sit on his thigh while he works and let you go to town. He's so obsessed with feeling you lose yourself on him without needing his cock, fingers, or mouth, just purely using his body to get yourself off. Makes him feel like he's perfect for you. <3

Jimmy -okay.. so like... he's freaky. Outwardly freaky. -Bimbofication. Basically... he wants to fuck you stupid. Literally. He wants you dumb and ditzy, constantly thinking about him and his cock. God forbid you think about someone else; that mind of yours belongs to him and him only. -sadism/masochism. He likes to be hurt, and he likes to hurt. Bite him, scratch him, slap him, all that. He loves it. And he does the same thing to you; he is, in no means, vanilla. He will leave you marked up afterwards. He doesn't think sex is fun if it's not rough; he wants it to be exciting and hot, not lame and boring. -Orgasm denial/control. He loves controlling when and how you can get off. Will often ruin your orgasm just to watch you whine and squirm, begging to come. Believes you shouldn't be able to cum as an act of punishment. Mouthing off to him? You aren't allowed to get off today. -degradation. whoooo boy. He is saying the most vile, nasty shit to you during sex. Calling you a slut for taking it, telling you how pathetic you look sucking him off, all that wonderful stuff. Like I said, he's rough. It's rare to get praise or any sort of affection from him, unless you're doing something really good for him.

-Dacryphillia. likes seeing you cry. Maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure. It kinda ties in with his sadism thing a bit.. He likes the fact that he's making you feel so good you're sobbing in pleasure.

Daisuke (Cis daisuke.. sorry yall :-(

he's a young man. He's kinky as hell. (As a fellow 18 year old I get it.) -Praise. For him, and for you. He loves whispering sweet nothings and little bits of praise in your ear when you're taking him just as much as he loves getting praised. Seriously. If you call him a good boy he's willing to do ANYTHING you want. And I mean anything. Will go dog mode. -Pegging. Oh he LOOOOOVES getting the shit fucked out of him by a hot girl with a nice strap. He's afraid its weird since most girls want a man who's on top, but he wants to be dominated. He wants to be taken care of, and be absolutely wrecked at the same time. So fucking him with your strap is the perfect way to make him feel good. -Oral (both receiving and giving.) His favorite form of sex is definitely oral. Going down on someone makes him feel like he's doing something right and making his partner feel good. He likes to believe he's not too shabby; He's got a good tongue on him, exercised by his endless yapping. He loves receiving it too. Huuuuge fan of deepthroat. He will be perfectly satisfied with you sucking him off and won't want anything else. He's also super noisy; moans, grunts, whines, babbling and all of that good stuff. Your mouth is just so perfect and feels so good, he can't help it. -Cock slapping. He's a little bit of a pain junkie. I think he has a lot of piercings, so he's used to a bit of pain. If you're jerking him off and you slap at his dick, he loves it. Whines like a puppy. He also doesn't mind being slapped on the face, ass, chest.. he just likes slapping a bit. Not too hard, though! He can only handle so much! -Creampie. If you're a girl, you need to keep some plan b's around and get on birth control, because he's cumming inside of you almost constantly. He blames it on the fact that he doesn't like the feeling of condoms, but really he just likes watching his cum leak out of you. Makes him feel like he did a good job. Plus, it makes him feel way closer to you, since there isn't any boundary on him. He can feel everything, and he's addicted to the sensation of his cum shooting into you.

Anya

-mommy kink. hear me out.. hear me out y'all... Anya as a Dommy Mommy. I think she'd be all for it. And no, this doesn't have anything to do with her pregnancy and wanting to be a mother, she just likes it. Like, if y'all are fucking and she hears, the word 'mommy' slip past your lips, she leans into it and refers to herself as your Mommy the rest of the night. And will keep doing it. It gives her a sense of control and power that she normally doesn't get. -Tribbing/scissoring. I think she's a hardcore lesbian girl kisser. Sorry but like.. diva is wearing sandals and a striped shirt, with a wolfcut.. she likes WOMEN. So yeah, she likes bumping clits. Especially in a position where she's on top. I feel like she's a service Dom, kinda like Curly is. She's gonna dominate you but she'll be nice about it. Like, missionary with your legs around her so she gets good access. She's not a rough or fast rubber, she likes it slow and sensual. She wants to feel all of the sensations. -Romantic/passionate. She is a sucker for sweet love making. She wants rose petals, kisses, sweet tender treatment. And she wants to give that to you as well. She wants to take it slow and steady with you, figure out what the both of you like and need from eachother.

Swansea -what the fuck is a kink. IM SORRY. I really wanted to write what he would be into but I just... don't see him being that kinky... I'm sorry Swansea lovers i've failed you.

[koqabear]

yandere soogyu pls

i would looooove to do a full yandere soogyu fic. i feel like lamb to the slaughter has already given us a sneak peek to their dynamic...

tw: kidnapping, mentions of drugging, yandere au, dubcon, slight pet play...? (HEAR ME OUT!!!) suggestive, mdni.

they don't know how it happened-- best friends since childhood, bound to share the same interests; they loved video games, loved the same music artists, loved photography-- so when they found you, it seemed like second nature to just... share you.

they're both eerily the same-- both calm and stoic on the surface, difficult to figure out over those harsh, cold eyes and hushed demeanor of theirs; so when you inevitably find yourself caught in their clutches, captured just for them to enjoy, it's hard to say if you'll ever find your way out.

but beneath those high walls they've built for themselves, always used to relying only on each other, are two drastic personas, revealing themselves slowly to you as you attempt to gain their trust.

soobin is shyer than you anticipated; for someone that managed to spike your drink and sneak you out the party you were at successfully, he sure is afraid to come close to you; always keeping his distance and talking softly, treating you like a feral animal that's ready to pounce on him if he commits any wrong move-- unaware that it's the complete opposite in your mind, always scared to offend him in fear of any punishment that might ensue.

always forced to be kind to him, to push yourself into the act that you're so happy to be here, ecstatic that you're forever bound to them-- because any wrong move, any wrong expression or fight that might hurt the boy's feelings, and beomgyu's swift to remind you why it's not a good idea.

you couldn't believe you thought of him as charming at one point-- couldn't believe you swooned at his prince-like appearance, flustered at the compliments he snuck when you least expected them-- because now, as you found yourself locked in your cage with aching joints and an itchy collar snug around your neck, all you could think of was how much you loathed him.

"cute little puppy won't stop pouting," beomgyu sighed from his place on the couch, soobin's worried expression only making you more annoyed, "does it hurt, baby? all those cramps on your body?"

"let me out..." you're barely able to croak out, throat dry and stomach grumbling from all they've deprived from you, "please..."

beomgyu could only chuckle at your broken plea. "so desperate..."

he leans back into the couch, spreading his legs and crossing his arms, a smug smile on his face as he watched the way you press your lips together and gulp.

"do you wanna prove to us how sorry you are?"

you don't hesitate to nod eagerly-- you know better than not to.

beomgyu's smile only grows at that, and he's nodding at soobin impatiently. "go let her out. careful, she's really sore."

watching soobin run to you, whispering soft apologies and cooing praises about how well you did, only makes your stomach churn in disgust. yet the relief that washes over you is much stronger, letting soobin pull you out your cage carefully, letting you kneel on the floor while you adjust to your newfound mobility.

"first," beomgyu begins, already enjoying the sight before him-- you look up at soobin, who has already begun to undo his belt in a haste, and feel defeat sweeping over you next. "apologize to soobin for being so mean to him. okay?"

glancing over at beomgyu, you find that his hand has already begun to wander down to unbutton his pants lazily.

"do a good job, baby. if not, it won't end well for you."

[4unnyr0se]

pookie pls can you write for gojo where reader and him are coworkers at jujutsu high and have a dynamic similar to utahime and gojo? and like yaga is always making them work together even tho they don’t like eachother, but Gojo lowkey gets off on reader being annoyed at him so there is *tension*? 🥺🥺🥺

❥ whole lotta attitude | satoru gojo

warnings: enemies to lovers, gojo is a dickhead but it's okay because he's gojo, fem! reader, unprotected sex, office sex (im a slut for office sex), multiple orgasms, wall sex, roughness, one hickey, spanking, oral sex (m! receiving), making out, filthy filthy words are spoken, hella sexual tension, reader hates gojo but gojo loooooves her, gojo gets slapped once, degrading, praise, hair pulling, hate(?) sex, gojo texts like a super senior, a little bit of a textfic but not rlly, fluff at the end

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 3.6k

Jujutsu High was quiet today. That wasn’t unusual because most of the students were either out on missions or in Shokos’ office experiencing whatever the hell she called “medicine.” The quiet was nice, strangely calming, and reassuring. Being a jujutsu sorcerer yourself, calm was a foreign feeling. The cool breeze blew your hair softly in the wind, the songbirds tweeting a melody that was most becoming on this quiet say. You took a deep breath in as you leaned against a wooden pole, admiring how clear the sky was. Everything was simply perfect. If tomorrow was your last day alive, today would be the most wonderful send-off.

“Hey there princess! I missed you!” 

And just like that, there was no more peace. No more tranquility, no more sing-song bird crap. There’s only Satoru Gojo and his humongous ego that crushes anyone within a 50-foot radius. 

His deep voice was laced with a sickly sweet playful tone that made you want to grab his collar and punch him right in his perfect nose. God, you fucking hated him. He was the bane of your existence with his smug attitude and that stupid infinity that he only turned off when you were around. Did he seriously think you were that weak, and he didn’t even need to use infinity because he could defeat you within a millisecond? Stupid fucking handsome bastard, you hated him with every fiber of your being. 

“What, you’re ignoring me now? Don’t be like that, it’s not nice!” Gojo laughed and practically teleported to where you were sitting, his eyes no doubt sparkling under that black blindfold he always wore. 

You groaned and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and looking away from the smug bastard. “Fuck off, Gojo. I was having a perfectly peaceful afternoon before your very existence ruined it for me.” You pinched your temple with your index finger and thumb, rubbing the stressed skin. “I was calm for once in my damn life. You really do have a talent for making me wish I was six feet under.”

Gojo playfully pouted and shifted himself to your other side, taking your hand off your temple. He cradled it with his own, royally pissing you off in the process. “Why are you always so grumpy all the time, huh? Is it because your students are always out on missions instead of keeping little ol’ your company?” He mocked slightly, letting go of your hand. His blue eyes sparkled beneath his blindfold, filled with mischief. “I could keep your company, you know that right? Or is Little Miss Grumpy Pants too high and mighty to give me a shot?”

“I would literally rather make out with Jogo than spend more time with you than I’m legally required.”

“Ouch, that hurt.”

“Too bad, so sad.” You smirked, shoving him away. If anyone else had seen that they would have been shocked. The mighty Satoru Gojo, pushed to the ground by a grade two sorcerer. You rose up from the wooden desk and dusted yourself off, walking away as quickly as you could in your tennis shoes.

“I always look forward to these meetings you know!” Gojo yelled at you in the distance only to see the faintest image of your middle finger wiggling at him. Gojo smirked and put down the hem of his blindfold, his hair returning to its usual upright position. 

You stormed back into your office and locked the door shut, sliding down against the mahogany doorframe in exhaustion. How was it possible that just being in his presence absolutely drained you of all resolve? Was he really that strong, or was he just super fucking annoying? You had no idea, no one ever had any idea when it came to Satoru Gojo. 

The beautiful day finally came to an end and you got back to your apartment, collapsing onto your couch. Most jujutsu sorcerers had house provided to them by their clans, but that was not your case. Your neighbors thought you were a teacher at some religious school deep in the country side. It was the best excuse you could come up with for being gone for practically days at a time. Maybe the only bus to the train station broke down or something, any old excuse like that in order to keep the nosy (and mostly elderly) fellow tennents off your back.

“Fuck my life…” You groaned, placing your head in your hands as you stumbled over to your cozy bedroom, it’s warm environment almost giving you a hug in its own way. You slipped into your pajamas and curled up under the covers, setting your alarm on your phone for the next morning. Just as you were about to close your eyes, your phone started to buzz. At first it was just a single vibration, probably a text from your mother or something. But the buzzes and vibrations kept coming until your phone was practically moving itself off the bed.

You groaned in annoyance and turned over, checking the notification center to see who the hell had the nerve to text you nine times in a row. And sure enough, sporting the contact photo of a .5 that he took of himself when he stole your phone that one time, Satoru fucking Gojo had spam texted you at 11:41PM.

“What the actual hell?” You whispered, unlocking your phone to see what could possibly be this important. Nothing was ever this important past 10PM, not even if your apartment building was on fucking fire.

The messages plagued your screen, his smirking face in the contact photo made you even more angry. And yet a faint blush found itself creeping up against your face. Maybe it was the sheer excitement of a man texting you at night, or maybe deep down you actually liked Gojo. You smacked yourself lightly on the cheek, trying to erase that thought from your sleep-ridden mind.

Worst person alive: heyyyy

Worst person alive: r u up???

Worst person alive: theres no way u actually went to bed, omg ur such a grandma

Worst person alive: im bored talk to me

Worst person alive: megumi wont answer my texts :(( i think he hates me

Worst person alive: i know ur awake, u were active three minutes ago on insta

Worst person alive: ik u blocked me on their but jokes on u i have 5 other accounts

Worst person alive: pls pls pls pls talk to me im dying over here princess

Worst person alive: btw yaga assigned us on a mission tmrw mwah

Your eyed widened at the last message, your hands gripped the phone with white-knuckle strength. “Fucker!” You yelled, turning off your phone before melting under the covers. Why did Yaga have to do this to you? You and Gojo together was torture enough, but now you had to do actual work with each other? Gojo was grossly incompetent at anything that didn’t involve exorcising cursed spirits. 

You sighed and closed your eyes, silently praying that a curse would somehow break into your bedroom and murder you right then and there. But unfortuanly, you woke up to your alarm blaring in your ear the next morning.

Gojo and yourself were sat in Yaga’s office, Gojo smirking at you the entire time. You blushed under his gaze, hands gripping the edges of your seat as you waited for Yaga to tell you what the assignment was. Was Yaga being late on purpose just to mess with you? Did you manage to piss him off somehow? A million questions were flying through your mind and there was no answer in sight. 

“I saw you read my messages princess.” Gojo finally spoke, leaning forward. He was significantly taller over you, his towering muscular frame intimating you. “Why didn’t you respond? I was really bored. It’s rude to ignore your friends.” He spoke, that same sticky and syrupy voice coming back to haunt you.

“Maybe that’s because we aren’t friends, Gojo.” You scoffed, flipping your hair behind your back. “Could you please just shut up until Yaga gets here? If I have to listen to you mock me again I might actually explode.” Sighing, you placed your face in your hands.

“Actually,” Gojo purred, getting up from his seat only to sit down in Yaga’s velvet office chair. “Yaga doesn’t have a mission for us, princess.” He kicked his feet up on the desk, taking off his blindfold. His snowy white hair fell into a beautiful mess, with his painfully gorgeous blue eyes lighting up his already hellishly handsome face.

You looked up from your hands to raise an eyebrow, your face immediately turning a bright red upon seeing Gojo without his signature blindfold. “I’m sorry, what? I don’t follow.”

Gojo tutted and threw the black fabric onto your lap, his eyes still staring at your blushing face. Gojo found it simply adorable how you would always get so flustered, so annoyed in his presence. How you would always deny being attracted to him, how you swore up and down that he was put on this Earth to make your life a living hell. But he noticed that you would always squeeze your thighs together when he spoke. It was precious, really. How you thought you could hide your painfully obvious desire for him.

“Ae you hard of hearing or something, princess?” Gojo purred, leaning forward to he could grab onto the collar of your navy blue work uniform. With just a snap of his wrists his face was mere centimeters away from your own, the tips of your noses were pressed up against each other so perfectly. You felt your breathing quicken, the atmosphere in Yaga’s office so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. “I said that Yaga never gave us a fucking mission. I just wanted to see you again.” He breathed out, his steaming air causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. His grip on your collar tighten, his eyes were filled with desire. Desire for you that’s long overdue to be broken.

Your brows furrowed at you gripped onto his wrist, trying your best to pry his hand away from your uniform collar. Twisting and turning his wrist every which way turned out ot be fruitless, causing you to grow ever more angry and flustered. Fuck Gojo and his superhuman abilities, fuck him for being the strongest. 

Instead, your hand came flying at his face. Your palm collided with his flesh, the cold stinging sensation snapping Gojo out of his lustful trance. His spare hand crept onto his cheek, rubbing the mark softly. You gulped, nervous to see how the strongest jujutsu sorcerer would react to getting slapped across the face by a grade two. 

He smirked and threw his head back slightly, a dark chuckle emitting from his throat. He looked back down at you, his grip on your collar so strong that you started to choke. “God, I was hoping you would fucking do that.” 

In an instant his lips were on yours, roughly clashing against each other. It took every fiber of his being to not rip all your clothes off right then and there, to bend you over Yaga’s desk and fuck you senseless. Oh how long Gojo had waited to feel your plump lips being ravaged by his own, and how deliciously rewarding it was to play the long game. Finally your lips were melding perfectly with each other, his tongue picking up just the faintest taste of peach chapstick. 

Gojo pulled away from the kiss after about a minute, a thick strand of saliva connecting your lips. He sighed in pleasue as his eye landed on your flustered face, your mouth still agape like a slut.

“So fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, stepping out from behind the desk. He pulled you out of your chair and trapped you against the wall, his muscular torso being so easily felt under the think fabric of the uniforms the school provided. “Been wanting to kiss you since forever, y’know.” He mumbled, dragging his callosued hands up and down the clothed snatches of your wasit. “Your lips taste even better than I imaged, sweetness.”

You blushed at his sultry words, the faint glim in his ocean blue eyes only making your knees evern weaker. Slowly but carefully, your arms wrapped themselves around his broad shoulders. “You’re still on my shitlist,” you muttered, standing on the tips of your toes to meet his eyeline.

“And you’re as stubborn as ever, princess.” Gojo purred picking you up by the bottoms of your thighs, Your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, making it look like a scene straight out of a movie. “Such a pretty mouth, you gonna let me fuck it?” He whispered, rubbing circled on your bare thighs. The modest jujutsu skirt you wore covered your legs quite nicely, so you never really felt the need to wear tights. And that drove Gojo fucking wild.

“Depends, what’s in it for me?” You smirked, tugging lightly on the baby hairs at the back of his head. Gojo hissed in pleasure, kind of proud that you were being equally as bratty to him as he was to you. 

“The best fuck you’ll ever get, plus some more.” Gojo let go of your thighs, letting you drop onto your knees. You looked up at him, gulping in anticipation as you saw the imprint of his throbbing erection covered by his pants. “You gotta get me prepared first, princess. Or else I might not fuck that pussy as good, got it?” His voice was dripping with desire for you as his expert hands pulled down his pants, tossing them aside along with his boxers. His cock tapped against his shirt, leaving the smallest precum stain.

You bit down on your lip at the sight of his cock, moving yourself foreward. Ever so carefully, your right hand gripping onto the base of his cock. Tongue falling out of your mouth, you took his cock in your wet cavern slowly, your cheeks hollowing out to accommodate his girth and length.

“Shit princess, just like that. Yeah, I knew you would be good at suckin’ dick.” Gojo praised, offering you a slanted smile as your hands stroked what your mouth couldn’t fit. His large hand tangled itself into your messy hair, tugging on the roots ever so gently. His hips bucked into your mouth ever so slowly, almost painfully slow. He treated you like you were so fragile, sharp contrast to when he had you pinned against the wall with his tongue shoved down your throat.

He groaned in pleasure as his cock his the back of his throat, his hips driving his member down your throat even faster. His grip on your hair tighten, causing a small pool of tears to well in the corner of your eye. A singular droplet ran down your pretty little face, which Gojo thought was just the cutest little thing.

“Oh, is my princess crying? What, my dick to big for your slutty little mouth?” His hips stopped snapping into your face, pulling your mouth off of his member slowly. “Well, if you can’t handle my dick in your mouth,” He grabbed your arm, throwing you against the desk. His pushed you down so your face was against the hard mahogany wood, with your ass up and on display for Gojo to smack. “Then maybe your pretty pussy will be able to handle me, hm?”

He shoved your skirt above your ass, the blue material bunching the divet in your waist. His hand ran over your soaked panties, shoving them aside to expose your soaked core to the cold office air. “So pretty f’me…” Gojo mumbled, gathering up some of your slick on his thumb and popping it inside of his mouth. “Delicious too, maybe you’ll be my dinner one day. Wouldn’t you like that, princess?” He teased, his hand cracking against the supple flesh of your perfect ass.

“Fuck!” you cried out, your hands gripping onto the wooden desk for dear life. You grew increasingly frustrated, especially knowing that Gojo was taking immense pleasure in making you wait tt get fucked. “Dammit Gojo, just fuck me already!” You demanded, your eyes being slightly covered by your mess of hair falling in front of them. 

He smacked his hand across your ass again, alighting his cock with your sobbing entrance. “You sure got a whole lotta attitude, princess.” He purred, teasing your hole with his mushroom head. “I’ll be sure to fuck it outta you, don’t you worry your pretty little head.”

He shoved his cock inside of you, hissing as your tight walls enveloped his member. You cried out in both pain and pleasure, having never experienced someone as big or as girthy inside of you. Sure, you had slept around before but this time he might actually make you cum. You wouldn’t have to fake an orgasm just for it to end.

“Shit, Gojo!” You screamed, lifting your head up from the desk to meet his gaze from behind. “Y-you’re too fuckin’ big, you know that?”

Gojo smirked and started to slowly thrust himself in and out of your weeping cunt, the sound of his groans mixing with your moans of pleasure filling the chilly office. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Squeezing me already, princess? Good fuckin’ slut.” He grunted, pulling your hair back so your neck was against his mouth. His hips were now snapping furiously at your ass, his balls clapping against the skin. “You won’t mind if I give you a little mark, right? Gotta make sure you remember being bent over like this, pretty thing.”

His sharp teeth bit down onto your neck, sucking a nasty purple circle right where your jugular would be. The stimulation was utterly overwhelming, your mouth was agape and your throat was starting to hurt from all your cries. “Fuck, such a good slut for me.”

Gojo’s rough and callosued hands reached under your top to grope one of your tits, his fingers pinching and rubbing your nipple under the thin fabric. He could feel your orgasm was fast approaching the way you squeezed onto his cock, almost like your body was trying to suck him in even deeper inside of you. “Gojo, fuck! T-Too fucking handsy!” You managed to moan out, your brain slowly starting to turn to mush as the coil in your belly threatened to snap at any minte. “Fuck, gonna fucking cum!”

Gojo smirked and smacked your ass once more, slipping his hand from behind you to rub on your sensitive clit. “Cum all over this cock baby, f-fuck. Be a good fucking girl.” He demanded in your ear, his fingers now furiously rubbing themselves on your clit while his cock hit every place it needed to.

With a wanton gasp you threw your head back onto his shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like tsunami or a tidal wave. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over your every nerve, your eyes feeling fuzzy as you swore you could see stars.

“Fuck, holy fuck! Gojo, oh my fucking God!” you sobbed, your bottom lip trembling as you came down from your high. Gojo sighed and began to kiss your neck gently, his thrusts becoming faster and desperate as he felt his own euphoria approaching.

“Shit, gonna cum princess. Lemme cum inside of you, yeah? God you’re so fucking warm and tight, fuck!” He moaned into your neck, the movement of his hips becoming staggering and sloppy as his hot ropes of sticky cum coated your insides, filling you up so nicely. “F-fuck, oh my god…”

Gojo pulled out of you, smirking to himself as he saw his cum leak from your sloppy pussy. “Fucking amazing, princess.” He bent down to pick up his boxers and pants, putting them on quickly. 

You got up from leaning over the desk and turned around, your face flushed and your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. Your hands still gripping onto the table, your pretty lips slightly agape. “Holy shit…I think that was the best sex I’ve ever fucking had.” You breathed out, brushing the sweaty babyhairs out of your face.

Gojo smiled and bent down slightly, kissing your nose with a gentleness that was the complete opposite of how he fucked you. “I’ve been wanting to do that sicne I met you, you know.” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, adjusting your stretched-out shirt collar. “Stop lying, you already fucked me. No need to lie anymore, Gojo.”

He frowned and grabbed onto your hand, his thumb carefully rubbing onto the back of it. “I’m not lying, you know.”

Raising an eyebrow you looked into his blue eyes, curious as to why there wasn’t a hint of deception swirling around in his oceans of blue. “Gojo…are you being serious?” You whispered, a blush once again covering your face. It wasn’t a blush of desire but a blush of shyness, like you were sixteen years old and just got confessed to.

“Satoru,” he spoke, bringing your hand to cup his pale face. “Call me Satoru, please.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes once more, your hand gently petting his flushed face. You took a step towards him, allowing Gojo to wrap his other hand around your waist. You two held each other in Yaga’s office, the scent of sex and passionate still filling up the otherwise stiff air.

“What are you gonna call me then, Satoru?” You softly spoke, standing on the tips of your toes so your lips were hovering against his once more. Gojo offered you a gentle smile, pecking your lips tenderly.

“I’m gonna call you mine.”

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Dating them would include // DBH Headcanons

Authors note: I miss my DBH boys, what more can I say?

Characters: Connor, Markus, Hank, and Ralph

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of making out and mentions of Ralph getting a little too silly (aka having one of his anger outbursts)

🪙 Connor 🪙

-many, many, many, MANY forehead kisses

-Mans is like, 6ft, so chances are he might be taller than you and therefore would love to give you forehead kisses

-He especially likes to kiss you on the forehead as a way to say goodbye and hello

-Loves it when you kiss him along his jaw or neck. And when I say he loves it he LOVES IT

-Mix that with petting/massaging his scalp and watch him absolutely m e l t

-Love language is touch and I will die on that hill

-He loves any type of touch. Especially hugging you from behind or just anything that involves wrapping his arms around you

-He doesn’t mind cuddling but not for too long because he likes to move around

-Will brag about you when given the chance to literally anyone that listens

☮️ Markus ☮️

-Acts of Service. I will also die on this hill

-He looooves doing things for you, he doesn’t care if you can do them yourself

-If he’s taller than you he’ll deliberately put things on the top shelf just so you ask him to help you

-Definitely either carries you out of bed in the morning for breakfast or just brings the breakfast to you

-If you like doing things yourself tho, he’ll reluctantly back off and just give you encouraging words on whatever it is your doing

-Definitely an encouraging bf

-Whatever it is that you do, he’s your #1 fan the whole way

- Loves to play you some piano and if you’re interested in learning, he’ll teach you his favorite songs

-A little bit of a cuddle bug

-His favorite spot to cuddle you would definitely be in front of a fireplace, it’s just so serene

🐶 Hank 🐶

-He’s such a grump that admitting his love language would take a while

-Buut his love language I feel like would be words of affirmation

-I feel like this man just adores it whenever you compliment him or just praise him in anyway

-tries to hide the fact that he likes the praise fails miserably

-He’s. So. Awkward about it. By ‘it’ I mean everything

-Awkward about talking to you when he had a crush on you, awkward about showing affection once you two got together, ect.

-But once you two progress through the relationship, he gets more comfortable with you

-You knew he was completely comfortable with you when he pulled you to sit onto his lap

-Only does stuff like this when your both alone tho

-Mostly because he can get pretty handsy when you both are close like that

-Especially if your making out

-Not a huge fan of PDA so the most he would do is a quick peck on the cheek or a hand on the small of your back

🌿 Ralph 🌿

-One word. C l i n g y

-He just loves being around you. Once he got past the fear of meeting you for the first time, he just can’t seem to leave you alone

-Of course he’ll give you your space if you ask but if you don’t make any indication you want him to leave you alone. He won’t

-When you two are in private, he’s cuddling with you, sitting you on his lap (or vice versa), kissing you

-Or just chillin beside you, enjoying each others presence

-In public I feel like the most he’ll do is hold your hand or hug you

-He gets extremely flustered doing any other couple-y stuff in front of people

-Loooooves gifting you all types of plants

-And loves making flower bouquets for you whenever he gets the chance

-And if you get him a plant of some sort? He looks like he might explode from excitement

-He may have one of his outbursts every now and then but he always apologizes afterwards

-It’s really sweet seeing him try to get better at controlling his outbursts because he knows how they upset you