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your tits are his favorite thing ever. finishing all over them? check. kissing, sucking and squeezing them? check. boobjobs? âĄ
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satoru loves making you feel good with his fingers, he can't help but cream his pants whenever he doesâit's his favorite thing when you're writhing against his shaky hands
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satoru loooves when you give him mean handjobs. if it's his lucky day, your acrylic nailsâthat he paid forâare scratching his poor, aching cock until he's overstimulated and nothing comes out anymore
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he loves when you ride him until he cries, his white lashes sticking together and teary eyes staring up at yours. he always cums so hardâespecially if you're kind enough to spit in his mouth
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he loves watching your ass jiggle against him, your hips thrusting back onto his length. he can't help the tears that fall onto your back, his hands gripping bruises into the sides of your hips
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satoru goes such a good job when he's eating your pussy out. he'll take his time, worshipping your body before his tongue darts out, soon turning into a mess with your juices dripping down his chin
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he loves playing with all the toys you bought him, always imagining it's your tight pussy instead of the rough silicone pocket
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he can't get enough of your wet mouth, always whimpering and whining when he feels your cheeks getting hollow and throat closing around his tip
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making out always manages to turn him on, cock strained against his hello kitty pajama pants that are bound to have a damp spot
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getting stoned together and having frat boy!satoru gently rub your clit for thirty minutes
emphasis on gently because sadly, gojo's fingers work excruciatingly slow on the swollen nub, tracing endless patterns with his fingertips. he's barely applying pressure, instead replaced with feather-like touches, his middle finger pressing down ever so slightly whenever he catches you rutting your hips into his hand. your thighs tremble slightly, your soaked panties tossed somewhere besides your bed and your bra's pushed up against your breasts. the blunt on his drawer laid forgotten, smoke hissing out as it quietly died down. you could barely make out what he was whispering against your collarbone, melting underneath his veiny arms. he made his way down your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple before pulling away.
his eyes are glued right onto your wet heat, watching the way your pussy squeezes around nothing, aching for his fat cock exceptâhe won't give you the satisfaction of actually filling you. you could feel slick oozing out from between your thighs, slick covering the sheets. his right hand reaches up to your tits, thumb rolling against your hardened nipple, pressing down before tugging, taking a sharp gasp out of you. that stupid face of his, which seemed to have an ounce of awe as he watched you, was replaced with a smirk once he saw your eyes roll back. to your displeasure, he rolled himself off you, fingers suddenly occupied with another rolled dollar, sticky and filled to the brim with a brown mess. âgive me a sec, baby,â he cooed, sounding condescending as ever.
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gojo satoru
tutor!gojo lousy husband!gojo riding nerdjos abs fucking yourself on his fingers overstimulation w/ nerdjo nerdjo has the fattest crush on you nerdjo can't get enough of your boobs nerdjo using ur face as spank bank material sugar daddy!gojo gojo fucking bimbo reader
toji fushiguro
riding ur lovely husband handyman!toji older bf!toji eats u out for dessert older bf!toji fucking u at the beach threesome with sukuna and toji freshly divorced toji fucks u in his wives bed fucking ur bfs dad deadbeat!toji joining the mile high club
ryomen sukuna
threesome with sukuna and toji tattoo artist!sukuna sukuna and his bimbo wife joining the mile high club pornstar!sukuna photographer!sukuna sukuna & babytrapping kuna's baby facetime sex with ur college bf sex tape
kento nanami
gynecologist!nanami blowing professor!nanami for "extra credit" ur husband has baby fever
katsuki bakugou
puppy boy!katsuki ur first time with pro-hero!katsuki using ur husbands cock as ur dildo temperature play with ur bf sex on live w ur streamer bf sex w/pro-hero!katsuki after a long day
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pornstar!leon pornstar!reader and vendetta leon rebel!reader and church boy ure a playboy model and college leons spank bank material cheating on ur bf with sneaky link!leon
dallas winston
giving ur mean bf a blowjob older brother!dallas picking u up after u fought older brother!dallas buying u ice cream struggling with ur brothers death
(p.s i wrote this at 2am so no i didnt bother rereading)
ïčâ ËÌŁÌŁÌŁ the first time toji ate you out was the first time you'd ever felt like passing outâin your whole life. the process was messy. his face was covered in your hot juices and he'd made a comparison about you and a âcream donutâ but you couldn't really decipher what he'd actually said. your head was pounding and you swore you could see stars, yet by the time his tongue flicked against your clit, you weren't so sure.
he wasn't nice in any way, not even remotely gentle, partially because he didn't know how to be but you weren't complaining. he knew everything you liked, from the way you shuddered under him, to the way your breathing quickened when his fingers reached to play with your tits, and especially when his mouth wrapped around your holeâyour only reaction being to shout his name. he'd given you no time to adjust before he began to withdraw, groaning appreciatively at the feel of your sopping cunt around his tongue.
his hands reached around to grab at whatever skin they could before safely tucking themselves under your thighs, his thumb making it's way onto your clit, the fat digit pressing harshly against your nub while his tongue did the rest of the work.
the only small gesture of affection was him cleaning up the mess he'd made, tongue lapping at whatever dribbled down his chin. he wasted no time in shoving the rest of his fingers inside you, your insides pulsing with every small pump, his fingertips reaching further than you'd anticipated. you rocked your hips against his hand, noting the way his forearms flexed underneath your body. you bucked against his face, pressing against his tongue in a desperate search for more.
at the sight of him, an array of fireworks exploded in your stomach. your back arched off the bed, thighs trapping his head securely, making sure he was flush against your pulsating pussy. he murmured against your skin, the vibrations of his voice causing a tingling sensation across your entire body. he peppered a few kisses where he could, taking kitten-like licks at the orgasm that continued to leak from you.
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satoru is not a patient man. he never has been, and he most likely never will beâwhich is exactly why he, as your husband, is on his knees in front of you, begging for you to give him at least a blowjob. why? because according to him, he's been doing so much work around the house, making dinner and cleaning up.. completely dismissing the fact that he actually hasn't been doing any of that. yesterday actually, he left the toilet seat up after using the bathroom and left a puddle of water to pool around the sink which unfortunately, spilled all over the floor. but again, according to him, he's been âdoing so much work around here.â
âc'mooon, please! haven't i been nice enough? i mean, i deserve this, really.â he pleads, his hands now wrapping under your thighs to pull you in, now face-to-face with your crotch. his fingers reached to unzip your jeans, eyes locked with yours, a painful pout on his face and a matching erection. âlook, it's a win-win situation.. ill eat you out, and you do the same. yeah? sound good?â you really need to stop letting him get off so easily. it's a cycle. a dirty, filthy cycle.. he'll apologize, beg, then proceed to fake cry until you let the issue go. to make up for the stress he constantly gives you, he'll place a hand snuggly in between your legs, plunge his fingers deep into your aching cunt whilst his tongue draws small circles on your swollen clit. much like he's currently doing. âstill mad?â he murmurs against your skin, tongue lapping at your folds as one hand forces your thighs open, fingers gripping into the soft flesh. the vibrations of his voice send shocks to the rest of you body, already twitching for release. and you moan, a cry of sheer frustration and pleasure as he's knuckles deep inside you. but still, you'll forgive him. over and over again.
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nerd!gojo who really likes feeling, staring at, and thinking about your boobs whenever he can. perhaps it's because he's never actually felt the touch of a woman, let alone seen a womans body.. so when you came along, it was like a blessing in disguise. and, how exactly does he cope with these overwhelming emotions? smashing his face into them, sucking at the soft nubs that lay in the center like a starved man. he'll constantly grope and feel around, rolling the soft flesh with his fingers whilst his mouth latches onto any skin near the area. his boner would be poking into your side, his hips rutting softly into your thighs as he searches for some relief in the little friction he receives.
heâs got this clumsy, puppy-like energy, always muttering half-baked apologies under his breath when his hands wander a bit too far, but you can tell heâs not that sorry. âs-sorry, just⊠theyâre so soft,â he'll stammer, cheeks flaming red, but his fingers keep kneading, only to then pull your shirt up like he canât help himself. heâs obsessed with the way your skin feels under his palms, the warmth, the weight, how itâs nothing like the late-night porn videos he's watched for âresearch.â he's shameless about it, though. he honestly couldn't care less about his image, already has a horrible reputation for being too âpridefulâ and according to you, âdesperateâ so, what's there to think about? heâs just satoru. the guy whoâd rather spend his nights memorizing you than any textbook, whoâd rather flunk a test than miss a chance to sneak a glance, and who'd rather have his face in them the rest of his sorry life.
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you're not sure what's worse. how tutor!gojo has got that cocky grin plastered all over his idiot faceâor the fact that he's got you bent over his desk and won't let you come unless you answer all his questions correctly. you've been pressed onto the cold, wooden table for the past thirty minutes, shirt riding up and skirt discarded somewhere, trying to solve his ridiculous equations, one's he hasn't even taught you. so how does he expect you to know them? well, apparently, that's not his problem. not when he's got you like this. panting, desperate and cunt squeezing around his slick covered fingers. âwhat's the answer, pretty? c'mon.. you've got it.â he asks, oddly condescending, fingers plunging deeper into your gummy walls. gojo's left a small trail of kisses where your back dips, caressing the soft skin with his free hand. he abruptly pushes your entire body forward, breasts meeting with the cold area below you.
you can then hear the soft click of his glasses as he pulls them off, setting them down next to your face. he doesn't wait for a response, instead pushing your head, your cheek pressing onto the table. a drabble of drool falls from your mouth, small gasps slipping through as he stretches his fingers outwards, thumb circling around your clit in harsh circles. he's been pushing and pulling, those hands sliding back and forth, only to peel them away when you blabber nonsense instead of composing coherent sentences. so, the second you manage to spill out an âi don't know!â, gojo has already landed a sharp blow onto your ass, sure to leave a mark. he pouts behind you, sucking in his teeth and completely pulling away from you. his only response? another smack.
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ânah, swirl your tongue 'round it.. gotta make me feel good, right?â dallas mumbled, his head cocking to the side as his calloused hands reached down to caress your temple. there was a dim, almost comforting silence between you two, apart from the way his breathing got progressively heavier with every pump of your hand, and the way you were working your mouth on him. but considering dallas was a pretty quiet guy? yeah, it was silent. âlike that,â he groaned out, rolling his hips into your stretched mouth. you gagged instinctively, hands pushing on his thighs as you attempted to pull away in protest. dallas only sucked in his teeth when he felt the very abrupt, and cool air touch his skin. instead of checking on you, he shoved your head down to choke on him once more, a glare in his eyes as he stared down at you. he was panting by the second time you pulled away from him, but that was good enough for him. you sat there, staring at him whilst he caught his breath. his hands twirling small strands of your hair before tugging and pressing your tight lips against his cock once more, eyebrows furrowing in the process.
âwho and what, made you think you could stop, huh? i already told you. jus' make me feel good.â he proceeded to pull on your curls roughly, causing a whimper to escape. âsorry.â you managed, and as you expected, dallas ignored you. âdunno why i ever took a likin' to you.. shit, you don't even listen.â he said, attempting to rub the tip of his dick over your mouth. you pulled off him just before the tip touched your lips, letting a few drops slip down the slit. he groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned backwards, âdamnnit, d'you really like teasin' me or something?â a nod came from you as you shot him a coy smile, licking your lips quickly and taking him again, this time sucking, fully. you could feel him squirm slightly under your grasp, feel the vibrations of his muscles pulsing under you and the way his knuckles cracked as he gripped the back of your head. all of this running a shiver down your spine. âjusta lil' more, doll..â he mumbled, his voice ragged. and like he said, it didn't take long before he finished, thick liquid spilling down your throat.
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chat can i request older brother!dallas where reader got into a fight at school or something and the principal calls dallas to pick them up bc heâs the emergency contact they put down
âđ knuckles & patches
you were already outside the school when dallas pulled up, sitting on the curb like you hadnât just tried to take someoneâs head off two hours ago. your knuckles were bruised, blood crusted in a line down your cheek, shirt stretched out like someoneâd grabbed it hard.
and most of all, an angry heart.
he didnât say anything at first. just slammed the car door, slow and heavy, like it weighed a thousand pounds.
all you could hear were his heavy boots against the pavement with each step he took. he trudged forward, no noise escaping his mouth.
you didnât look up.
he stood there a second, jaw clenched and voice raised.
ânasty bruises.. nasty fuckinâ attitude of yours too, man.â
a pause, then, âthe hell happened to you?â
you didnât answer. not right away. couldnât even look him in the eyes.
âgot a call from your damn principal,â he muttered, pacing a slow line in front of the porch. âsaid my kid sister went full lunatic in the schoolyard. said she laid into some girl like she was in a street brawl. you outta your mind?â
he stepped up onto the porch, slow. lowered himself onto the step beside you.
âhey, did you break her nose?â he asked, finger pointed at you.
âthink so.â
he nodded, onceâlike that was a valid reason to stop being mad. maybe to him, it was.
âainât mad you fought,â he said after a bit. âjust mad you had to.â
you blinked hard, lookinâ down at your scabbed hands.
he nudged your shoulder with his own. ânext time someone runs their mouth, let me handle it.â
âyouâd get arrested.â
he grinned, lopsided and mean. such a contrast to how he'd been yelling a couple seconds ago. âyeah, but it ainât the worst place iâve been to.â
you laughed, a little. more like a puff of air, but it counted.
he bumped you, staring directly at your busted hands and, well, your face. âgotta patch that up. lookinâ like you lost..â
he sucked in his teeth before starting again. âcâmon. iâll clean you up. then weâll get dinner. someplace with pie or somethinâ like that.. you like pie, donât ya?â
ânot cherry.â
âgood cause i ainât gettinâ cherry.â
you stood up together, and he held the car door open for you like it was instinct. didnât say anything about your limp. just waited.
you followed. and just as you entered, you caught glimpse of a fresh pack of bandaids on the dashboard.
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âđ bubblegum swirl
you were taking your absolute sweet time. the sun was already cookinâ the back of your neck, and dallasâleaned up against the side of the ice cream truck with an unlit cigarette between his lipsâwas two seconds from throwing his wallet into traffic. and you as well.
âyou been starinâ at that menu for ten years, kid,â he drawled, arms crossing. âpick somethinâ fore i melt.â
you huffed, squinting up at the bright, chipped paint of the flavor board. âiâm thinkinâ, dal.â
âyeah, well, think faster. i ainât gettinâ any younger.â
you shot him a look and stuck out your middle finger. âthey got bubblegum swirl,â you said, biting your nail. âbut the banana split is new..â
âwhatâre ya, eighty? banana split,â he scoffed. âthatâs what old ladies get at diners âcause they hate joy.
you ignored him, lips twisting like it was the most important decision of your life. âwhatâre you gettinâ?â
he blinked, tilted his head back and sighed. âdonât matter. iâm not the one holdinâ up the damn line.â
there actually wasnât a line. just some little kids behind you with drippy cones and some runny noses. you rolled your eyes and pointed.
âfine. bubblegum swirl.â
âabout time,â he muttered, straightening up. âshoulda made you pay just for wastinâ my saturday.â
âyou offered!â you grinned, bouncing on your heels while the guy inside scooped your order. âand you never offer. whatâs the catch?â
âno catch,â he said, handing over a crumpled bill. âjust figured itâs been a while since you got to act like a kid without me yellinâ cause of it.â
âso you do love me.â
he made a face like youâd just kicked him. âdonât go gettinâ mushy.â
you took your cone and licked it, savoring the taste. you noticed he hadn't gotten anything. âthis is good. you should try it.â
he wrinkled his nose. ânah. looks like a unicorn shit on it.â
âyouâre just too scared youâll like it.â
âyeah, and next thing ya know iâll be skippinâ around with a pink sundae and pigtails. no thanks.â
you laughed. he didnât say anything, just stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at you like maybe it wasnât the worst idea heâs ever hadâthis whole ice cream thing. sure it was hot, but it felt nice. that slight breeze, and the fact that dallas didnât look so tired today, and you werenât bickering for once.
âthanks, dal,â you said, quieter now.
he shrugged, eyes on the sidewalk. âyeah.â
but when your ice cream started dripping, he handed you a napkin before you even asked.
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âđ your older brother, dallas
you and dallas never really talked about feelings, but that didnât mean you didnât feel. especially not when it came to him.
you never asked where he was going, and he never asked where you were coming from. that was the unspoken rule in the house, orâwell, whatever counted as a house.
the floorboards creaked like screams and the walls were covered in ash, thousands of cigarettes butts scattered on the floor. most likely a combination of dallas' and your father's habit. the house reeked of alcohol and hatred. something you never really got used to. even after years, something else lingered apart from the stench.
dallas was the kind of brother who didnât hold your hand, didnât pat your head, didnât say âi love you.â but he'd steal your favorite snacks from the gas station and chuck it at your face like it pissed him off. heâd throw his jacket over your shoulders when you were cold, grumbling like it inconvenienced him.
he never said it, but he did. he really did, and even if they were never words, they were something.
you were younger than him by a handful of years, just enough for him to think you were soft but not dumb.
âdonât hang around those kinda guys,â heâd mutter when he saw you talking to some greaser punk with too much hair gel and too little sense. âtheyâll get you in trouble.â
and youâd raise a brow, all sarcasm and spit. âlike you?â
âdonât get smart with me,â heâd snap, flicking your forehead. you always hit him back harder.
sometimes heâd disappear for days and come back with knuckles split open and a hollow look in his eyes.
âdid you.. get in a fight with someone?" you'd ask. worried half to death.
heâd light a smoke, never answer.
dallas wasnât the protective kind that hovered. he didnât do curfews or check-ins. but if someone looked at you wrong, if someone touched you like you were less than a storm, heâd find them. and theyâd wish theyâd never been born.
word got around fast. you were untouchable. not because you were delicateânah, but you just.. had that same wild look in your eye that he didâbut because you were his. his kid sister. his last shred of reason. or, you were.
you remembered when he got out of jail.
youâd only been fourteen. or maybe thirteen. or twelve, or eleven. or maybe ten, the first time it actually happened.
he looked older, meaner. that prison lookâthe one that makes you harder just from surviving, but when he saw you, you swear he looked younger for just a second. you could see that soft glint in his eyes. the one he had way before he got involved with all those gangs and.. stuff.
âyou got taller,â he said.
âand you got uglier,â you replied.
he didn't say he missed you, but you knew. you knew he did.
then, there were those moments when it felt like the world might leave you both alone. there were those rare nights when he let his guard down and youâd find him half-passed out on the couch, cigarette burning low, muttering to himself.
âdonât you ever go soft,â he once said, voice thick with whiskey and something heavier. something you were never able to decipher. âthe world eats people like us.â
and you didnât say anything. just covered him with the ratty blanket and turned off the light. you werenât soft and neither was he.
the night johnny died, you knew before anyone told you. dallas came in a frenzyâshaking, eyes red. he looked like a bomb had gone off in his chest. breathing all erratically, teeth clattering together.
âdonât talk to me,â he warned.
but you did anyway. âdalââ you started, and you were cut off with a sharp,
âi said donât.â
so you didnât. just sat next to him while he stared at the wall like itâd done something to him. you could feel it crack in him. the boy who once told you not to cry when you broke your wrist now couldnât even look at you.
and you knew, johnny wasnât just some kid. he was the last good thing dal believed in.
and now he was gone.
so you stayed up all night, waiting. he left before dawn, and you told yourself youâd see him again. but you knew better.
the shot echoed through your bones before the news even reached you.
âdallas winston, seventeen year old, dead by police. a gun in his hand. a scream in his throat.â
you heard about the robbery. the chase. how he pointed the gun. how the cops opened fire like he wasnât even humanâand, the fact that his gun was never loaded.
you wanted to scream. wanted to punch something until your fists looked like his used to. but you didn't.
so you sat on the curb outside your busted house and smoked one of his last cigarettes, legs shaking too hard to stand. and your father? nowhere to be found.
dallas always said he didnât care about anything but you knew the truth. he cared too much. and again, nobody noticed.
and it burned him alive.
you don't cry.
but, you keep his lighter in your coat pocket.
you wear his old leather jacket, even though itâs too big.
you flinch when you hear sirens.
you mouth the words to that song he always hated just to feel like heâs yelling at you again.
and you donât talk about it. ever. 'cause he never did.
but he was your brother.
and you loved him more than you could ever say. even if he never said it back.
so, you carry that now. all of it.
for him. because you care.
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