#if you wanna try these yourself go ahead!

[juliaspizzeria]

── ᵎᵎ ✦ SMUTTY INO BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

SUMMARY ! ; you read the title ¬‿¬

JULIA SPEAKS ! ; god im actually thirsting so hard over this man

WARNINGS ! ; smut ノ 17+ノ afab! reader ノ language ノ 69ing ノ oral (m+f receiving) ノroleplay ノoverstím ノpegging ノfood play ノclít smacking ノcowgirl

── bf! takuma ino who’s open to trying new things. roleplay? hell yeah. food play? yum. wanna peg him? sure, go ahead. he just asks that you be gentle. he’s a sensitive man, after all.

── bf! takuma ino who eats pussy so messily. he goes above and beyond for your pleasure, and he certainly doesn’t mind getting dirty in the process. after all, it gives him an excuse to bathe with you once he’s done.

── bf! takuma ino who’s a total switch. one day, you could ride him until he cries, so overstimulated in your gummy walls to even think coherently. the next, he’ll have your face pressed into the bed, fucking you with a relentless pace while snaking an arm under you and giving your clit a harsh ‘smack!’ because he’s just that into it.

── bf! takuma ino who yes, can be rough with you if asked, but he prefers not to degrade you. this man loves telling you how fucking gorgeous you are, loves praising you. "yeaahhh.. look at you, such a p-pretty, dirty girl, mm..? god, can’t believe you’re m-mine..”

── bf! takuma ino loves any position. if he had to pick, he’d say 69ing and cowgirl are his all time favorites.

── bf! takuma ino can cum completely untouched, just by watching you get off. he'll rut against the bed, pillow, anything, just gawking at how your fingers plunge in and out and in and out of yourself. the amount of times he’s come in his pants just by watching you finger yourself is a little embarrassing (to him, at least).

[prinnamon]

genuinely, plural or not, if you are like me and struggle with perspective—like if when you're upset it's difficult to remember a time when you were happy or vice versa—if there are parts of you that you spend a lot of time actively repressing and that's harming you—consider thinking of them as people. *try* respecting them, because you've all gotta inhabit the same body and you're not gonna get anywhere if you refuse to acknowledge the others exist.

sad-you is not just you-but-lying-to-yourself, nor is happy-you just you-but-lying-to-yourself. each different state of being is as real as the others. treat them as you would a friend or a person in your care. give each one the time and space and respect it needs to feel what it feels. i was given this advice during a counseling session and it's been genuinely helpful.

if it might be useful to think of your inner child as an honest-to-god separate person because that makes it easier to do nice things for them, or if conceptualizing your future self as a person you're doing a favor for by taking care of chores/assignments before they become urgent helps you get those things done, or if you want to think of journaling as happy-you writing a letter to sad-you so that sad-you can remember what it felt like to be happy, or if you're genderfluid and you wanna conceptualize your different states of being as whole-ass different folks, you can just go ahead and do that!

if you find out you're plural in the process then hell yeah. if you are like me and you aren't plural, it likely will still have been a useful exercise to deal with these other issues.

Kinda a rant sorry

so while thinking about it.

I legitimately believe that people viewing themselves as more than one can be genuinely helpful for coping with mental health conditions.

like viewing your extreme emotions as separate parts from you that you need to learn to coexist with ,, I think that could be legitimately so very helpful. Viewing yourself now and your childhood self as separate people who inhabit one body may be helpful to others who struggle with hating their younger self.

Ever since we discovered we were plural it’s like our life has become so much better. It’s helped so much with our mental health.

we love plurality and the joy it brings us <3 we hope that someday we can share that joy with others!

sorry for how like not well worded this is ^.^ we would love to hear others opinions on this :3

[dollhouse-lied]

More than love: a y/n creepypasta smut fic

Kinda a pt 1? Idk

Cw: Y/N is female, creampie, a little bit of brat taming, sir, degrading, restraining, just general hornyness

1.8k words, enjoy~

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“Your ass bro, learn to play!” You yelled to ben, knocking him off the map.

Ben scoffed. “You just got lucky, watch this,” he bragged, attempting a power move only to be countered and killed.

You cheered, looking up at jeff from his lap. He smiled down at you, petting your head.

“Bet you cant beat me babe,” you teased, smiling. He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes.

“Im pretty sure i can,” he playfully joked, looking back at his phone.

“Oh yeah? Prove it. If you win, you can… have my shirt.”

He raised his eyebrows, glancing down at you and shutting his phone off.

“Ben gimme your controller,” he said, reaching out to him as he looked clearly uncomfortable.

He passed him the controller, rolling his eyes. “God, you two are so dumb, im leaving,” he stood up, only half joking.

Jeff laughed, waving him goodbye. “See you later virgin,” he teased. Ben scoffed and flew up the stairs.

Jeff looked down at you, smirking. You smiled sweetly and started the game, purposefully losing at first. He noticed, raising his eyebrow. “Cmon, actually try,” he joked. You focused in, quickly defeating him. He let out a loud “FUCK” and sighed.

“Sorry babe,” you smirked, sitting up out of his lap. You yawned quietly, watching jeff turn off the tv.

“Im getting that shirt,” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. Without warning, he scooped you up, carrying you up the stairs as you laughed. You buried your face in his neck, taking in his familiar smell. He set you down on your bed, locking the door behind him.

“Whats up babe? That tired?” You teased, purposefully pushing your boobs together a bit. He smiled and turned out the lights.

He pushed you down, rolling onto the bed and cuddling you. “Maybe,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you. You rolled to face him, noses nearly touching.

“I love you,” you murmured into his lips, going in to kiss him. He reciprocated, sliding his hands to wrap around your waist. You loved his hands on you, kissing a bit rougher.

He moved his hands under your shirt, and feeling his rough hands on your bare skin felt like magic. He pulled away for a moment, his warm breath hitting your face.

“I love you too baby,” he smiled, the moonlight shining in his eyes. He played with a strand of your hair, pulling it slightly.

“Oh, you wanna pull my hair huh?” You teased, laughing. “How about.. this!” You quickly rolled to get on top of him, watching his face flush.

You leaned in to kiss him, reaching to pin his hands above his head. He let you, sighing into the kiss as he tilted to deepen the kiss. You made a small noise of desperation and lightly bit his lip, earning a groan from him as he tried to loosen your grip to touch you, but you held firm on his wrists.

You noticed, breaking the kiss. “You wanna touch me?” You whispered, letting his hands go. “Go ahead,”

“Fuck, finally,” he mumbled, going into kiss you again. He moved his hands underneath your shirt, feeling your bare chest as he pulled you in closer. You moaned into his mouth as he touched your soft nipples. He used the quick break to slide your shirt all the way off, quickly going back in.

The kiss got rougher, heavy breathing filling the room as he dug his nails into your back. He bit your lip, slipping his tongue in as you parted your lips. You felt his hands slide down your back, playing with the jeans waistband. You pushed yourself against his dick, earning a small groan from him as he trailed his kisses down your neck.

“Fuck-” you moan as he rolls to be on top of you, quickly pinning your hands like you had his. He started giving you a hickey on your neck, sucking and biting at your soft skin as you whimpered. He broke away for a moment, taking his hoodie and shirt off and throwing them on the floor.

“Dont need these,” he murmured into your neck, going back into your neck. You let him pin your arms again, enjoying the total lack of control as you felt his warm skin against yours.

You whine, causing a low growl from him as he moved his lips to your collarbone.

“Mine…. mine….. all mine…” he exhaled into your skin, nipping at your neck as you moaned.

“All yours.. all…. all yours… sir…” you sighed, feeling him growl into your skin at the term, biting your neck.

He broke away, gasping. “Your such a little brat…” he glared, smiling.

You giggled, squirming under him. “Put me in my place then,”

He smirked, leaning closer to you. “Yknow i hate playing these games you little shit,” he growled, lips inches from yours.

You melted into the bed, dumbly smiling up at him. “Thats why i love it baby,” you whispered, watching his eyes darken. He tightened his grip on your hands.

“Your such a pain in my ass, you know that?” He groaned into your lips. You moved to kiss his neck, feeling him lean into your lips as you licked at his soft skin. “You… little... shit…” he groaned, face warm.

“Oh, is someone mad they can't control me?” You mocked, watching his expression darken.

You arched your back, rubbing your hips into his dick as he gasped, clearly upset that he was losing control. You moved your lips up his neck to his jaw, sucking at his jaw. He tightened his grip on your hands, moving to hold them with one hand as the other hand gripped your jaw, pulling you off his neck.

“You think your so tough.. you little tease…” he whispered, eyes looking down at your bare chest. “Your so beautiful… fuck.. your so beautiful baby…. Im going to.. im going to ruin you..” he growled. “Your lucky your cute, or else id shut you up,” he grunted, struggling to keep himself under control.

You giggled, struggling to make words through your lust clouded head. “Id like…. like to see you try sir, i c-cant… i.. fuck…” you mumbled, hoping he didnt notice you struggling to speak.

He did.

“Oh, is someone trying to act all tough? Can someone not think straight because they are such a little whore?” He mocked, pushing his hard clothed cock into yours, earning a pathetic noise from you.

“N- no sir… im… god your so fucking hot, please..” you gave in, letting your arousal take control of you as you whimpered under him. He laughed, letting you go as he slid off his and your pants in a quick movement.

He played with the waistband of your panties, bulge showing through his boxers. You moved your knee to brush against him. He moaned at the touch, quickly pinning you again.

“You.. hah.. you think you can… do that, you little brat…” he huffed, watching your red face glow in the moonlight.

“Only one thing can make me… a good girl…” you shifted under him, spreading your legs under him to feel his leaking dick through his boxers.

He smiled, pleased he had broke you. “Oh really? What would that be love? What will make you a good girl… MY good girl..”

You looked away, flustered. “You… sir..” you sheepishly admitted, feeling the wetness in your panties, aching for stimulation.

“Thats it, good girl..” Jeff purred into your ears. “Thats more like it.”

You wiggled under him, feeling the warmth of his skin and how he stared at you so lovingly, but also possesivley.

“Cmon babe, please,” you begged, throbbing to be touched.

“No, you need to be taught a lesson. If you want to be bratty, im gonna take as long as i want… torturing you.. playing with your pretty little head..”

You cried out under him, looking up at his glaring smile. You watched him watch you, and it was clear he was enjoying this, but didnt know how long he could hold back.

“Your such a slut (y/n), you want me so bad dont you? Say it.” He demanded, finally sliding off your panties and his boxers as he briefly let you go. You stayed put, not wanting to anger him and delay him.

“Im a slut, i want you so fucking bad sir,” you whimpered, watching him groan at his freed cock. He grabbed your hands again, pleased with your response.

“Good girl,” he muttered, slowly inserting himself as you melted into him, feeling him fill you at last.

He started thrusting, watching your boobs jiggle as he quickly sped up, unable to contain himself as you pathetically moaned.

“Yes, yes like- ah fuck-” you moaned, not caring if anyone heard, just enjoying the ecstasy.

“Dont- hah- dont you dare move your hands, got it?” He barked out, moving his hands to your hips to stable himself. You nodded, making small high pitched whimpers.

“I love seeing you like this love, so fucking desperate.. so- fuck- so fucking needy.. all for me..” he grunted, rutting into you with all his force.

“All yours, fuck- dont stop- ah-” you mumbled, head cloudy with lust, just feeling his dick slam inside you.

“Damn, your so.. damn.. tight… so fucking wet… mine…” he groaned, head rolling back as he pulled you into him by your hips.

“F-fuck jeff im gonna- fuck- please-” you moaned, boobs bouncing with the force of his fucking as your breathing became quicker. He panted, clearly about to lose control.

“Cum for me baby girl, cum for me,” he growled, watching your eyes roll back as you gripped the sheets. He dug his nails into your hips, using one hand to rub your clit, quickly sending you over with a loud gasp.

He kept going, ignoring your cries of overstimulation, but cumming inside you soon after with a whimper and huff. He slowed, pulling out and watching the cum pour out of you. He flopped on the bed next to you, breathing raggedly and wiping his dick on his discarded boxers.

“You… you did so good baby,” he smiled, tucking a hair behind your ear as you smiled at him.

You scooted into his arms, feeling his arms wrap around you gently. “Shut up you loser,” you muttered teasingly.

He pet your hair as you nuzzled into your shoulder. “Yeah yeah, whatever, i love you too,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“You wanna do this again tomorrow?” You flirtingly asked, not really sure what he would say.

He chuckled quietly, looking down at you. “Of course love, after slenders job we can. We can do this as many times as you want, whenever you want, however you want.” He whispered with a hint of seduction.

“Maybe i can top?” You joked, laughing.

Jeff made a small noise of surprise, rolling his eyes. “Oh really, you think you can handle being on top?”

You smiled. “Thats a tomorrow topic baby, lets just rest,” you muttered, happily nuzzling into jeff as he pulled the blanket over you both.

[blueberrythefrog]

Hello, Kinitopet fandom!, (me included, hi) I shall give you info that will bless your knowledge of Kinito! So I replayed the game today, to kind of, experiment what the creator added for responses that I did not see any let's player do, same for people just joking around with him And I have discovered some small details that I have yet to see anyone talk about! 1. Kinito responds to his name, when you try to use it as your own name. He actually will deny this input and tell you to stop messing around, and that he was asking for YOUR name. not his. If you keep messing with him after putting endless fake names, he will actually insult you when you say no multiple times to; "Is this your actual name" by saying; "Your not very good at this, are you?", and he starts getting passive aggressive, in telling you the correct instructions for that segment. If you finally give him your real name, he and I quote, insults you more by going; "at last!", my man is just so done with the player at that point And we haven't even gotten fully used to him yet! 2. He actually responds to his name during the "What's your favorite game segment" as well! If you input Kinito, he will happily respond with; "That's great to hear!, That webworld section was a real blast!, huh?" It seems he sees the name Kinito and instantly goes to the webworld, instead of his own name. (Which obviously, as the webworld is named after him!) I thought this was worth mentioning. as I wanted to see how many times he'd actually respond to his name. so far he doesn't respond to favorite food with his name, nor does he respond when you use it via the scary parts of the game, but I'd like to mention one last thing, where, he acknowledges you, saying his name.

3. Use his name as a pet name, really go do it! if you use his name; "KINITO", during the "what would you name your pet" segment, he instantly goes; "Hey!, that's my name!, well, I suppose I'll take that as a compliment!" I discovered the pet one by mistake while streaming it for the second time with my other friends!, and the other ones, I went out of my way to look for!, due to discovering the pet one by sheer coincidence! Anyway, that's all of the discoveries I found so far!, if I find anymore, or find smaller details that I usually see people gloss over, I will make another post! Or if any of you have any discoveries that I have yet to know about, reblogging surely helps me learn!!

[cosmic-ships]

Adam(Sackler) being super proud of me for taking the stairs again. Still can only get to the 5th floor before I need to stop and catch my breath. I make it to the 9th and go inside, I'm sweaty, my breath is trembling, and my legs feel like absolute jelly but Sackler is there to greet me.

"Don't touch me, I'm sweaty!"

He tells me he doesn't care, his hand places itself over my chest where my heart is and he flashes that little lopsided, goofy smile at me and reiterates what I can already feel.

"Your heart is beating so hard and so fast baby and your cheeks are all red~ you did so good~!!"

he'd envelop me in a tight hug and then brush some of my hair away from my forehead that was stuck there. He's pepper my face with kisses till I was laughing and telling him to stop because I can't catch my breath.

Then he'd give me one final kiss to my lips~

[atomiclace]

who knew that some agere people would be the worst type of people to exist (talking about you spinny)

[boyczar]

please remember that it is a compliment to be disliked by people. most people don’t even like themselves. think about why you even want to be liked by somebody. why do YOU like YOURSELF?? why give a fuck about whether or not somebody with so much work to do on themselves doesn’t like you? they literally do not even like themselves. they can’t genuinely “like” you.

[tvwolfsnake]

kills me when I see a post about maybe Not being constantly vigilant and/or that bad people make good art sometimes and/or that the content of art you engage with does not inherently mean anything about you as a person. and there's a person in the notes going no!! you cannot do that! you have to be vigilant, you have to keep a list of Problematic People in yr head at all times and not touch their work lest you get Tainted, you have to tie yr morality to fiction!!

and I can almost see their claw, reaching in desperation to try to pull someone back into the moral OCD bucket with them

[girlbob-boypants]

If I had to describe D2's multiplayer design I would say it's "intentionally designed to create hateful people and only the fact that sometimes people are nice changes that"

[mbat]

yknow what, man? i will laugh at fascists. keyword at. because aside from obviously being pissed off at them and wanting nothing more than to strange them with my bare hands, what else am i supposed to do?

everything i am is everything fascists hate. im literally jewish and trans and bisexual. i want everyone to have safety and homes and food and education unconditionally, i dont believe bodies are binary, i believe medicine and healthcare should be a right, not a luxury. i believe in a lot of things that are so opposite of fascists and if they knew i existed theyd hate me like they hate everyone else.

there is no world in which id agree with them even if my life depended on it. especially if my life depended on it.

and also, lets just be real here, they are ridiculous. the way they act is manipulative, but fucking ridiclous. i had people accusing me a few days back of being awful because i said that calling art 'degenerate' is funny. yknow why i said that? because thats just fucking stupid to me! its art dude! its not gonna do anything to you! maybe it can suck or depict shitty things, but its just a drawing/sculpture/what have you bro!

like, i know why fascists attack art. art is often the ultimate expression of the self, or love, or joy, or simply humanity. expression attacks oppression. to get rid of art would help them, so of course they would attack it like an enemy. but like... bro, come on. its still just art, man. degenerate.... you sound so ridiculous 💀

and like. ive been drawing for over 10 years now, whether it shows or not, so like, i get it if people find it not sounding the best that my first reaction is to laugh at the face of someone trying to attack something so personal and such, but also thats exactly why i do. these dickwads thrive on reaction, they want you to get upset, or insecure, or whatever. i draw because it brings me joy, if my art is somehow devoid of morals or whatever they even mean by "degenerate"... oh well? i dont usually show my art to others anyway, and even if i do its still just an image, and usually pretty tame ones at that. i hurt no one with my art lmao.

id rather just laugh in their face. what are they going to do about it?

i am stronger, any of us are stronger, than every single one of them. all of us who allow ourselves to be free, who dare to think outside of what weve been told, have more of a backbone than theyve ever had in their whole lives. they want to uphold systems that do nothing but hurt everyone, even the top, because it is inherently poisonous to the human brain. systems that want anything except for humanity from the human experience.

i laugh because i know that aside from the way they hurt others, they are just shells of a human being, and that is so hilariously sad.

[ghostjelliess]

I saw a post in here about a guy's dad telling him of a friend's tactic to wear sunglasses with one lens out on the nyc subway during his late-night commutes because it was better to look like the crazy one, and I just... Guys. That's not why we did that.

It's so one eye each is adjusted to emerging through the light-dark-light of the subway/bus terminal and whatever street alley shortcuts you gotta take—you'll see anything coming at you. You'll see the business-exchange corner to avoid, step around the glass, maybe get blinded by a billboard or some high beams, but you got both eyes adjusted, and you'll make it home just fine. No cats, no rats, no snakes, metaphorical or otherwise, and you're not walking with that scared blink-shuffle that gets clocked a mile away by someone looking for their next target. But if you see them first? Opportunity predators don't like being spotted, they're scavengers not attackers.

You know how you lay in bed and look at your phone with one eye in the dark, the other eye squished in the pillow? You know how that bright ass screen burns 'cus you're either just waking up or should have been asleep? You know how you eventually sit up or put your phone down and open the other eye and it sees EVERYTHING in your dark-as-shit room? That's what the one lens is for. Especially when you get off at a dark stop after the bright bus lights or a lit platform that lets out at a dark corner.

Maybe if you sprinkle yourself with whisky, or randomly yell conspiracies, or harass other riders or something, but wonky sunglasses by themselves is what y'all think crazy looks like? On a late-night commute? That's all it takes? Guys. You're on Tumblr. Come on. ❤️

[screampied]

HOW JJK MEN DEAL WITH YOUR ATTITUDE….

sukuna, nanamin, toji, getō, gojo. jujutsu kaisen men vs your bratty attitude in bed.

2.7k words of pure filth, not yet proofread srry! ☆ total wc ☆

☆ tags ☆ afab!reader, brat-taming, unprotected sex, dirty talk, facefucking , overstimulation, hair pulling , hitting it raw, semi-public sex, 18+ mdni!

☆ a : n ☆ I just wanna get dicked down by fictional men

SUKUNA ☆ RYŌMEN

“ya got some nerve, woman,” sukuna spits, watching you with bright eyes as you just bounce up and down on his lap, your dampened lips tremble as his dick squeezes past such a sweet spot. two hands of yours gripped onto both sides of his thighs, the top of your teeth softly bites down on your bottom lip once a moan slip out from sukuna gifting your pussy with a single spank. “all that talkin’ and ya can barely ride me without me guiding your hips.”

“fuck you s-sukuna.” you’d hiss out, and his base just slams back into you, your weight shifts a bit as you’re growing more stupid, a gasp leaves your lips once you feel him reach a rough hand between your legs, slowly, just to rub circles against your clit. “you’re.. fucking small anyways.”

his warm breath wafts against your neck once he lets off a laugh, watching you struggle to keep up with his pace. yet, grows a bit stern for a second, grabbing ahold of both of your hips to make you stop - do nothing but sit in such dismay. “repeat that again for me, girl?”

“i said-” you started, and he’s stuffing you full of thick inches, your nails dig and dig into his thighs, and sukuna brings a hand up to your mouth. “you’re small, k-kuna.”

“i’m small yet you still fuck me, in case you forgot about that part.” sukuna mutters, his tone was full of rasp that it was a bit sexy, especially when you’re taken by surprise once he shoves you lightly on your chest and the very palm of his hand smacks against your ass, “i’m small yet you probably couldn’t even take both of my dicks if you tried, whore.”

a hiss leaves from your lips again, and you start to whimper once you feel the tip of his swollen head swipe against your achy entrance. “just.. stop talking and fuck me then.”

“mm. no. i’ll fuck ya when i feel like it,” he replies immediately, and you’re just stupidly enough laid flat against your chest, facing forward while sukuna’s entire frame is against you, just barely. just as he’s about to go in, he stops, leaving you with the biggest pout imaginable. “and right now, i don’t feel like it.”

“wha-”

you feel the weight of the bed shift a bit, hearing sukuna pull up his pants, readjusting his belt and you sit up with your eyebrows curling up in disappointment. “where are you going? i didn’t even g-get to cum yet.”

“that sounds like a you problem, princess.” he says, staring down at you with red slick eyes. bastard. his tone carried such arrogant tease, it made you throb and it was so annoying, even still. “don’t think i’ll be able to make ya cum with a dick this small. go ahead and use those fingers of yours. you’re a big girl.”

and sukuna leaves the bedroom, leaving you, naked, confused, and even more horny than you already were before.

NANAMI ☆ KENTO

“my love, thought i told you to wait, i’m in a… call.”

his words slow for a moment once he looks down, seeing you buried underneath his home office work desk, on your knees and giving him that needy look of pure want and desperation. your eyes was just begging, he stares with near widened eyes once he sees you playfully unzip his black slacks. “little.. minx.. okay, fine. just.. try to control yourself for me?”

you and nanami both knew how you’d get though, especially whenever you were to go down on him. you wanted him to touch you, let alone fuck you but he just had to have a stupid important business company meeting. he relaxes for a moment, giving you one final glance before averting his attention towards his bright screen on his laptop as if you weren’t taking him in your mouth at that right given moment.

“fuck,” he groans, leaning back against his black cushioned chair, he can’t help but stare for a bit at seeing his fat tip disappear after each inch. your tongue swirls against against the plump head, tasting his pre-cum and moments later you gag from feeling him reach way back against your throat. “…you.. better wipe that damn smile off your face.”

he was half right, the tiny smile poking against thet corners of your lips as your head started to slowly bobble up and down, taking him with tears already starting to form in your eyes from how good it was. “uh.. kento. are you listening? we need your input for the week's product.”

“p-pardon?” he groans, and his tip continues to hit against the back of your throat, your mouth’s happily being stuffed full, wet sloppy noises of your throat getting fucked, by this point nanami’s got a fist full of your hair, shoving you with ease yet just enough force to where his dick tickles your uvula, making you gag again and again. “i’m listening.. sorry,” he huffs out, and you’re being pushed against him again and again, it’s so sloppy and messy you’ve got drool pouring down the sides of your mouth, “my um.. pet, keeps distracting me, you know?”

the other employees on the call laugh at nanami’s poor attempt of a joking lie, and momentarily his thigh bounces and he bites his lip while trying to maintain focus on his screen. “right, right. anyways, as we mentioned…” and the boring conversation continues, nanami’s staring at you, you’re being a good girl taking him fully, that sloppy tongue of yours just toying with his tip and he’s close - you can tell from the way his grip tightens in your hair, dragging you closer against him and you’re breathing through your nose.

nanami grows quiet for a bit, you keep a long gaze towards him as your knees dig into the ground, probably marks on them by now and moments later he shoots in your mouth, warm ropes of his cum coat on your tongue and it catches him off guard. “….y-yeah no, that sounds good.” he swallows thickly, squeezing the small black mouse that connected to his laptop—just eager to click the red decline button to end the meeting call.

you sucked him dry, his eyes close for a moment and he’s still holding onto your hair, swaying his thumb against your mouth once he takes his dick out to rub and smear his erected cock against your lips. beep. he left the call, and he lets off a sexy low grunt, finally staring at you again. “show me your tongue, baby. let me see the mess you made.”

you stick out your tongue, and nanami gets hard again even though he’s flaccid at the moment, he slaps his fat tip against your tongue and your reaction is so enthusiastic, he watches his own cum nearly pour out your mouth and he brings a hand towards your chin to cup your cheeks. “swallow,” and you do, eager enough and he gives you a head pat before you gasp, pushing you closer towards his crotch area again. “need to feel that mouth of yours again, love. make me cum at least two more times and i’ll think about touching that pretty needy body of yours, okay?”

FUSHIGURO ☆ TOJI

“am i goin' deaf or did ya really just say that, brat?” toji says, and you moan once he’s got you bent over the armrest of the couch like some slut. in this case, you were from how loud you were from each thrust he gave you. you’re just screaming out his name practically from how good he’s hitting you from the back. deep deep strokes that makes your back go up a bit. “still think your ex fucks better than… me?”

“you h-heard me,” you shot back, barely being able to keep up your act, his dick has you stupid and feral, mouth watering, it was just so filthy. he’s so big and thick, stretching and molding out your walls with each second, you feel him throb inside you and his base smacks back against your pussy, he groans from it before chuckling at your broken words. “he can.. last longer than you.”

toji scoffs. “tch,” and your mouth opens a bit once he deepens the angle, getting more thorough with his hits against your cunt. you get dizzy from how good he fucks you, you’re whimpering from his cock at this point, whimpering for more and toji grows cocky. “now girl, let’s not lie.”

his sassiness throws you off, and you’re basically being fucked into the mattress, face being shoved against the cushions.

“f-fucking asshole,” you whined, and he spanks your ass, you let off a soft noise once you feel him pin your wrists behind your back, he’s so deep you can feel his thrusts kiss against your pussy numerous times, you get shivers.

“…sayin' that yet here ya are slutting yourself out on me, that’s…kinda ironic sweetheart,” toji smirks, and he’s got your pussy losing itself, he was right, he and you both knew that. no one could fuck better than toji, especially with a size like his—he could fuck you right to sleep, his dreamy strokes would ease about anyway. “how ‘bout i pump this cunt full and show your little boy toy what he’s missin'.”

you’re too fucked dumb to reply, and toji’s pace grows more and more erotic. the couch creaks and creaks, and your head’s just spinning.

“f-fuck.. cum- gonna cum toji.”

“not on me you aren’t,” he mumbles back, and you’re mood immediately shifts to confusion once he flips you on your back, his hovering over you with a fixated witty grin. “oh don’t give me that look, sweets. you brought this on yourself, and my feelings are hurt so it you think i can’t last, maybe your ex can do better.”

“h-huh?” you whimpered, watching him grab your phone from the nightstand. “what are you doing? finish fucking me..”

“callin' mr. lover boy,” still balls deep yet stopping his thrusts, with a few clicks, toji dials a number before pressing the phone against his ear. “hey buddy. hope ya aren’t busy. but you remember your girl right? i’m-fucking-her-by-the-way-but-that’s not-important. but she says you last longer than me. ain’t gonna lie, man to man, quite frankly, i’m offended.”

SUGURU ☆ GETŌ

“fucking…” he cursed, kissing his teeth in annoyance, he pulls over the car to a more secluded area away from public eyes, he gets you out before staring at you with an annoyed expression. even pissed off, geto was still heavily attractive. “trying to.. get me off while i’m driving? you wanna get us both killed?”

“maybe…” you fake whined, a smile going on your lips, striding towards him to playfully run your hands up his shirt to feel his toned abs.

geto gives you a glare before with a swift arm movement, he turns you around and pins you against the hood of his car. “you just woke up and chose to be a brat today, huh. someone needs to get put in their place again. you never learn, do you.”

he had no shame fucking you out in the open, despite no cars were driving nearby, anyone could probably stumble upon the two of you though. it was so filthy, your boyfriend fucking you rough and deep against the hood of his car, lazily pulling your skirt up, not having the decency to pull down your panties. “s-suguru,” you moaned, not expecting him to be so worked up, your panties were pulled to the side and he’s pumping your sweet tight cunt full of his dick. “someone’s gonna see us.”

“someone’s gonna see you,” he corrects, giving your ass a mean spank and that makes you moan later before you start sputtering cute whiney little sorry’s before he continues to spank you ever few seconds, grunting from his deep strokes that made you almost go limp against his hood. “what are you sorry for?”

he was teasing you, your hands remained planted on top of the the warm over-heated vehicle, you feel your mouth grow dry and you feel yourself coming close. “for- for trying to stroke you while you were trying.”

“that’s sweet,” he says, and you’re just getting pounded from behind, he’s a perfect fit for your smug entrance, using a rough hand to spread your legs a little wider for him. you could sort of feel the soft fabric of his halfway pulled down sweats against your ass each time he hits himself against you, “but i don’t believe you’re sorry. you’re just saying sorry so i can let you cum, is that right, pretty?”

you squeezed your eyes close for a split second and you hear geto hold back a giggle once he gives your ass another spank. “n-no i’m serious suguru, 'm sorry- please let me cum.”

“pretty please,” he adds, hearing you sigh in frustration. he found it so cute whenever you didn’t get your way.

“…….pretty please, suguru.”

“good, good girl.” he groans, his balls were so heavy, very thick you’re just hungry for him to pump you more, your mouth watered just imagining him over filling your pussy with ropes and ropes of his cum until it’s dripping down your thighs.

but a ear-wrenching siren appears, and you freeze up once you spot a police car pulling up towards the both of you. let’s just say, the both of you were busted.

GOJO ☆ SATORU

“so it’s like that,” gojo frowns, and it’s fake nonetheless, of course it is, it’s gojo. he’s never serious, especially while he’s intimate with you. you’re laid down on your back and gojo’s just so mean. he already came inside you but now he’s just teasing you, admiring his own cum overflowing your cunt with the stupidest grin spreading on his face. “we may not be together anymore but you’re the one beggin' for more all the time.”

“don’t be stupid,” you grumble, giving him a returning glare - and oddly enough, that only turns him on. “you’re only good for a quick f-fuck.”

“oh. soooo you’re just using me,” he pouts, leaning in to give you a kiss, but pauses and that’s when he goes back inside you, barely giving you time to adjust and your nails find its way into the edges of his back. his dick was so lengthy, a perfect fit for your pussy and you whine once he leans into you, body to body, and he’s so warm.

“who knew you were a such a player, baby,” he utters, moving in close to lick a stripe up your neck. “but we both know that isn’t true. you keep comin' back to me 'cause you’ll never find someone who can fuck you deep as good as me. i mean, i don’t blame you…. i’d be pretty pissed too. especially with a size like mine. there there.”

gojo goes on to ramble mid-fuck, like he always does and he’s so annoying, but his heavy size makes up for it entirely.

“i hate you-” was all you managed to spit out, and you moan once you feel gojo press a hand against your tummy, he’s feeling the slight bulge and it makes him smile knowing how big he is. “cocky bastard.”

“ehhh but you love this cocky bastard though.” he sings, pursing his lips together in a mocking way, and he’s fucking you again with his hips rocking and swaying against you, gojo grabs onto your hands, playfully squeezing them before noticing your lip starting to tremor. “oh? you gonna cry for me, princess? forgot how much of a crybaby you were whenever you get close.”

you don’t reply, just lock your legs around his slutty waist and he chuckles at your clinginess.

“….speechless… just… like… that, that’s so cute but sad. thought i taught this pussy better,” he mocks, and you moan right up against his ear from his dick going against your clit repeatedly, you take a few stops to smear your lips together or control your breathing and gojo’s sliding in and out of you, preparing to gift you with another dump of his cum to fill you full.

his inches nearly have you drooling—you want more and more but you’d never flat out say that to gojo satoru of all people. he smooches your cheek and flashes that cheesy cocky grin, before giving you more ropes of his cum, admiring the way your legs shook before spreading your legs open to get a good enough view of the way it drips down your thighs.

“oh…. damn. you’re on the pill…. right?”

“……”

“RIGHT?”

[kingkaizen]

𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

∘ desc: toji enjoys filling you up <3

∘ ft: toji

∘ includes: mating press, daddy kink, spitting, choking, size kink, full nelson, creampie

“Don’t run from it.”

Your legs ache, carelessly thrown over Toji’s broad shoulders as he keeps you locked in underneath him. You’re pushing tirelessly against him, hands pushing on his arms to try to move your body away from him. It’s no use as he continues to pound into you, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. 

“It’s too much Toji!” You whine underneath him, large body towering over yours. It feels like he’s splitting you in two, arms caging around you to keep you in place. “So deep..feel you up here.” His eyes follow your hand as you place it on your stomach. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, turned on by the thought of being that far inside.

“You can take it, slut. You asked for this, asked for me to fuck you like this.” Toji sneered, watching the way your eyes rolled back, mouth permanently hung open from your lack of motor control. His lips pursed together, collecting enough saliva in his mouth before spitting it into yours. You swallowed, showing him your clean tongue as he gripped your chin. “See, you can be a good girl when you actually use your brain.” Toji teased, “Go ahead and look at the mess you’re making on me.” 

You could barely even keep your eyes open, let alone tilt your head down. You whimpered in response as he gave you a sharp thrust. “Did you hear what I said or is your brain too occupied with something else?” He wasn’t wrong, all you could think about was how the tip of his cock continuously hit that sweet spot over and over again. How good his pelvis felt rubbing against your throbbing clit every time your bodies met. 

Before your brain could process what was happening, Toji completely pulled out, manhandling your body and placing you with your back against his chest. His arms hooked underneath your knees, large biceps resting against the fat of your thighs. You were completely exposed, his large cock threatening to enter you once again, tip kissing your entrance.

“Tell me what I want to hear, pretty girl.” Toji whispered in your ear, your pussy throbbing with need as he teases you. “If you say it I’ll fill you up again real good.” It turns you on how strong he is, already having you in a full nelson but also lining your warm cunt against his length, juices coating him completely.

“Daddy..please fuck me.” You whine, a gasp leaving your lips next when he finally drops you, stretching you out as much as possible. This angle causes him to feel even deeper inside, your brain completely fogging over as you forget how to even speak. He tilts your head forward, forcing you to watch him move in and out of you in a rough yet consistent rhythm. He groans, watching you cream all over him as a ring forms around his base. 

“Fuck, look at how much you’re creaming for me.” He starts moving even faster, tight balls slapping against you as they begin to tighten up. “Gonna fuck my cum so deep inside. I can’t wait to see how full you look when I’m done with you.” He’s rambling in your ear and you can barely process it all. You feel him begin to twitch inside of you, thrusts becoming more erratic by the second. “Cum inside of me…I want it so bad…wanna be filled up.” You repeat these words, listening to the way Toji’s breathing becomes more and more labored. The knot in your stomach tightens up before you can’t hold it anymore, gushing around his cock. He groans before dumping his cum inside of you, fully pulling yourself down, making you take it all.

Taking some time to catch your breaths, he finally unhooks your legs as you sigh in relief, not realizing how sore they were starting to become. He moves himself from behind you and lingers in front of you, spreading your legs once more. His hungry eyes rake over your entire body before stopping at your core. His cum has already begun to leak out, cunt throbbing as the warm substance pools between your legs. He quickly makes a point to slowly insert two fingers in, making you whine given how sensitive you are in that moment.

“Gotta make sure none of it leaks out or else I might have to fill you up all over again.”

© kingkaizen | do not copy, steal, or duplicate!

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 07:02 A.M 」

based on an ask but i can't find the post :') and i'm working on remarried empress au i promise :'D so please make do with this first. anyways, more domestic dad!gojo and reader ahead~

a part of gojo's love entries

“mph, so cold...”

satoru was awoken by the chill biting at his whole body as he realized he was naked from the waist up, and saw that you, vast asleep, were hogging the whole blanket to cocoon yourself.

this is why i’m freezing! but eh...

and then he really saw you. curling up with messy hair, lips adorably pursed even in your sleep, and overall, you looked so soft and vulnerable in his eyes.

mine, all mine... satoru didn’t need to blink to see you better but he did anyway, and the sight brought a fond smile to his face. you were rightly exhausted after last night and he quietly snickered to himself, thinking of your mewls. out of cuteness aggression, he hugged you along with your blanket and planted kisses on your face.

“mm, ahh...” you groaned, and he dived in to suck your neck.

your smooth skin and soft pants... gods, he just wanted to gobble you all over again—

“go... awaay...” but then you flipped your body away from him, mumbling and hiding your head under the blanket altogether.

satoru was left reeling at the refusal, heartbrokenly pouting, but then he heard the pitter patter of tiny steps and immediately looked at the door to find his cute son curiously opening the door and peeking his head inside.

ah, another one of his great blessings.

“hey you.” satoru grinned immediately as his toddler’s round blue eyes widened in slight surprise. “why are you awake so early? come here.”

“yaaay!” the munchkin cheered at the invitation and was really about to jump into the bed when he sat up to stop him. “shh, don't be too loud!”

“—?” his boy looked at him with a sad frown as he picked him up and placed him on the bed next to him.

“oh no, don’t be sad. just let mama sleep longer, yeah? she’s tired.”

“mm, why?”

“why? well, she didn’t get enough sleep, that’s why.”

“but you sleep together...?”

“hmm~ we played a game a bit before sleeping and it ate all her energy.”

satoru mentally did a victory pose as his minion no longer questioned him, but then his clear eyes were transfixed on his bare body. “papa, you nakey...?”

your curious son was adorable in every way. he inherited your natural cuteness and satoru wanted nothing more than indulging him but...

he suddenly engulfed him in a bear hug and squeezed him tightly, making him almost squeal.

“yes! and now i’m cold so you’re my new heater!”

“waaaaa nooo!”

it was a morning just like any other day, with his baby and his wife, and yet satoru knew that surely today was going to be a good day.

“minion, you do know i love you and your mama veeeery much, don’t you?~”

epilogue

it happened during breakfast. you were sitting your son in his high chair and about to prepare simple omelet for the three of you to share when you heard it—

“mamaaa, what game did you and papa play? wanna play too!” your innocent boy asked with gummy smile, and you cocked your head in confusion.

“game...?”

“papa said you played a game together... at night!”

you honestly couldn’t connect the dots together, so you turned to your husband for help... but satoru merely awkwardly chuckled to himself.

“papa said... the game makes you tired and ate your energy!”

tired? ate energy? the gears in your head were turning and you came to a conclusion so quick as you shot a glare at satoru.

“well, it is a game your papa really enjoys,” you scathingly replied, not looking away from him as he inwardly gulped. but oho, you were in no forgiving mood this morning and so you wickedly smirked.

“let’s try to ask him about it. so, papa, what did we play again, hmm?”

[salemlunaa]

STOP WITH THE NEEDINESS ❦

wanna shift? let me put you out of your misery

This is the only method you need to induce pure consciousness/ tap into the “I AM”/ tap into the void:

relax, deep breathing

affirm “I AM”

relax some more

detach, get lost in the darkness of your closed eyes

you’re done, you’ve shifted

there are no if ands or buts, there’s no “i was so close”, “it just doesn’t work for me”. this method cannot fail, there is no such thing, at all, it’s you who focuses too much on the symptoms, it’s you gets upset when “nothing happens” before rolling over to go to sleep just to endure another day in your shitty reality. it’s you who fails to see your own potential and it’s only you who can change that

this is the basic method that works for anyone with a conscious and subconscious mind,

it’s not anyone’s fault that you’ve decided to overcomplicate it

that’s the basic fucking template you don’t need shit but yourself

stop with the neediness it’s getting kinda pathetic

You dont need to follow some stupid 10k affirmation challenge

You don’t need to follow any challenges lasting weeks

You don’t need subliminals or waves or a guided meditation

You don’t need to ask bloggers the same shit and vent about how you “just can’t do it”

You don’t need to lucid dream

You don’t need any of this

again the basic template is only difficult to you because of the over-complication of it all

Let me give you an example: Imagine you’re a baker and there’s this iconic legendary baker who has this incredible, world famous cake, they give the world a recipe to it and it’s quite simple. how can such a simple recipe impress the taste buds of so many? it doesn’t matter about the how or why, it just does. But so many bakers around the world, including you, are scared of not impressing their customers so they add all this other shit to the recipe that was perfectly fine. And it just makes everything so complicated, all because they don’t trust that the original recipe will be able to impress and satisfy their customers.

That basic recipe is the “method” that Neville gave to us, he didn’t have tumblr, he didn’t have youtube to binge fucking yoga nidra meditation videos. He didn’t have a phone to inhale subliminal after subliminal like it’s a full time job. He didn’t have bloggers shoving 10k challenges down his throat, and guess what, he was just fine! Stop overcomplicating the recipe, all you need is the mind. You don’t need a fucking routine, all you need is you

But I know there are some people who will look at this, scroll past and still scan their feed, scrambling for an “instant method” like some junky. And to that i say, go ahead, waste your days overcomplicating the act of shifting consciousness, waste your days overconsuming, doomscrolling, complaining. The law and the art of shifting was always real and will continue to be real while you sit there with absolutely nothing, so go ahead. Rack your brain to the point of a headache, to the point of insanity trying to understand what’s right infront of you, you’re only doing yourself harm.

shifting consciousness/ the “I AM” state/ the void is a basic ability, it’s like breathing, just fucking do it

IT’S A BASIC ABILITY, YOU DONT NEED POINTERS 🎀💋

[velvrei]

logan and wade sat in the void, in the house where all the others were hiding. they were listening to each person introduce themselves, and when you walked out, in your tight black suit, introducing yourself, you immediately caught logan’s eye.

you apparently caught wade’s too, because he started jumping up and down. “omg, y/n!!” wade, acting like the kid he was, ran up to you and brought you into a big hug. this hug caused confusion for the rest of the group, to which you explained.

“wade and i used to work together. then we both became superhero’s and went separate ways.” wade smiled his giggly smile as logan dropped the alcohol bottle in his hand, walking over to the two of you.

you and logan introduced yourselves to each other, quickly adding you to the plan to capture cassandra. wade vividly remembered your signature way of killing, knowing it would come in handy in this situation.

when you all pulled up in the car, you and logan were stuffed in the trunk, and when you both got out, wade spoke trying not to fangirl. “go ahead, hot stuff do your thing.”

the other continued to fight, wade and logan sitting back waiting for the right time to enter. wade jumped like a kid as he noticed you, sat on the steps, with a guard’s head in-between your legs.

wade pointed it out, “wait for it.” logan seemed intrigued as the guard gasped for his life before your thighs crushed his skull. you gasped and then caught eye contact with logan.

logan’s eyes immediately went wide, trying to compose himself and act like the action with your thighs didn’t turn him on. he swallowed his spit.

“hot, huh? i knew you’d be into that. doesn’t that just make you wanna get in-between her thighs and let her crush you like that?” wade’s words caused logan’s eyes to roll, trying to ignore the fact he was now aroused and hard in his suit.

wade was just trying to tease logan and get into his mind, and unfortunately for logan it was working.

logan tried to gather his thoughts, mumbling under his breath, “that’d be one hell of a way to go…”

…

a/n: i know i should be working on requests but phew this one has me in a chokehold.