GREEDY

18+

[creedist]

threesome with gojo and sukuna but gojo is just tryna be degraded by sukuna the whole time

-☁️ (if you'll have me)

because you're being spitroasted by the two of them (naturally) and every time gojo says something to piss sukuna off, he's fucking harder into you, which pushes you deeper on gojo's cock in turn. they're literally having a bitch fight and you're stuck in the middle AND they're getting off on it. that is crazy ☁️ anon, of course i'll have you welcome

[creedist]

*threesome with gojo + sukuna but they keep biting each other while fucking you. why are they always biting each other (they won't stop biting each other)

[creedist]

hey i just wanted to say welcome to tumblr <3

shit hey thank you i hope to serve god on this platform

[creedist]

18+

for as composed in his language that kento nanami is in his day-to-day life, he moans like a bitch in bed.

gripping the sheets so tight his fingers go numb, i mean. eyes squeezed shut, lips caught between his teeth like he's trying not to be profane in front of his baby, but he can't help it when you're so warm and wet and tight around him.

"fuck... shiit, just like that. you take me so well, don't you?"

and you have to laugh, because such obscenities are foreign on your lover's tongue, but he's smiling back when you lift your head to scold him. "language, kento."

"i'm sorry, darling," he's kissing you complacent. "can't bite my tongue when i've got other things on my mind."

you roll your hips against his, devastatingly slow to tug another long drawling curse from his lips. "what other things are those?"

you're answered with a swat against your ass. "how many times i can fill you up before i let you cum?"

[mrsterlingeverything]

The bulge is to distract you in combat dipshit

[teeth--rot]

i’m free on thursday if you wanna start a toxic codependent thing

[moldavite]

even a forehead kiss would have a maladjusted freak like me bricked the fuck up. to be honest

[creedist]

YOUR ACCOUNT UNGHHHHHHH 😩😩😩

me ^

[kyrieeleeison]

nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and five beers and a head injury and jerking off and killing myself can't fix

[creedist]

18+

satoru gojo gets a little too eager to eat you out that sometimes he loses his manners.

okay, all of the time. you don't know what it is about that man but if he has the opportunity (and the space) he will be lowering himself to his knees for you. it doesn't matter where you are or who could hear you, he's a hungry man.

like in the mornings, how you no longer need an alarm clock because your man is a fiend and will be waking you up most mornings with his lips latched to your clit. still underneath the covers so you don't get cold. your orgasm rises with the sun, and satoru gladly grinds himself against the mattress in time with the bucking of your hips up against his face.

like at the breakfast table, as you sip on your morning coffee, satoru is crawling on hands-and-knees under the table so that he can slip between your legs and have his own breakfast. your knee always seems to hit the underside of the table, so he soothes it over with one hand and uses his other to curl his fingers inside of you and bring you to the edge so that you can start your day properly, with a clear mind and whatnot.

or on lunch breaks, because it's now been a whole few hours since he's last gotten a taste of you. he'll gladly drag you off into a quiet room or dark corner so he can kneel at your feet and hike one of your legs over his shoulder. never one to tell his darling what to do, gojo would never encourage you to quieten down, either. whoever hears you, hears you—better that they know you're well taken care of, that's gojo's motto.

like as soon as you get home, and you're hardly a few steps inside before satoru has you bent over the nearest surface so that he can eat it from behind. a good snack is a great way for him to wind down after a long day, and he's sure the orgasm won't hurt your mental load either. plus, you taste good after a long day. call him gross all you want, it won't change his philosophy.

or after he's fucked you dumb in the evenings. you're so overstimulated from the day of pleasure, let alone the way he just fucked you so deep into the mattress that you forgot your own name. you're hardly able to catch your breath before satoru is cleaning up the mess he made... with his tongue. it's only fair that he cleans up after himself: he was raised right, after all.

or even to help you fall asleep some nights, when you're tossing and turning and can't seem to get comfortable enough to drift off in his arms like you usually do. satoru will kiss you goodnight, help you get extra comfy, and then take his position between your thighs because there's nothing his baby deserves more than a good night of rest. and another orgasm on his tongue to bide you over till morning.

[creedist]

18+

joel miller puts on some weight after a while in jackson.

he's still active, and a lot of the extra weight is built muscle, but it's also in part to the food you keep shoving onto his plate in the evenings. and the lack of stress that comes from sleeping next to you in a bed behind a locked door.

and your insistence on riding him.

he's not complaining—god, of course not. he loves watching your pretty self take the reins: letting him lay back and dig his fingers into your waist as you bounce yourself up and down on his cock like he's the toy in this exchange.

but half of his exercise is fucking you, laying his weight on top of you as he ruts into you over and over. he likes stretching you out and filling you up and setting the pace, be it brutal or devastatingly slow. he likes taking charge and holding control over you in that way that makes you both feel so safe and needed.

but you love how soft he's gotten. the belly he's grown, how it feels to splay your hands over the expanse of his (now even softer) chest. you love the padding of his thighs beneath you when you lean your weight back onto them: and god do you love watching him look up at you, all fucked out and taken care of.

it's taking care of him that you like, you realise. letting him breathe, and eat until he's full and a little more then. you tell yourself it's just to take care of him when you pile his plate up, not so that you can feel even more of his weight against you when he's balls-deep.

you would never have such lewd intentions. not at all.

[creedist]

18+

jack abbot is a bit of a romantic novice that doesn't know how to apologise after an argument, so he gives you the next best thing to a bouquet: an orgasm. or three.

in fact, he'll fuck you so good that you forget why you were mad at him in the first place, and the silent treatment you were previously giving him is replaced by a beautiful chorus of his name from your lips—god he loves it when you say his name like that.

it's not like you can stay mad at him when he makes you feel that good; the drag of his cock against your g-spot is apology enough, right? he'll make you see stars in lieu of his gentlemanly ways and you'll forgive him all the same because he's trying, and knowing your body like he's studied it for a career is his love language, in a way.

plus, once he's given you a few loads of himself, he's a mess as well. so loose-lipped and chatty despite himself that he can't help but moan endless apologies in your ear. rutting against you, one hand drawing circles against your clit as he whispers 'im sorry' into your ear over and over again.

he is sorry, really. he doesn't like it when you're mad at him—even if it was just you putting on an attitude to get fucked good like this. semantics.