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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀“ nugs and kisses…
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ …to all my girlies! ”
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[knocking twice on a comically small microphone.] is this thing on..?
guys i am not dead i promise however im very sick rn but ong ima work on my recs in da askbox 💔💔
your blog is so cute !!! and your writing style is really fun :)
OMGGGG thank u sososo much this made me smile :DD
꒰ა໒꒱ ‧₊˚ LUFFY IN THE BEDROOM！
luffy is so incredibly dumb.
he doesn't realize when you're tired out, messily eating you out without a care in the world because there's no way he's missing out on a free meal, especially not one as sweet as this one!
while your eyes are glazed over, luffy is just licking his lips and telling you how tasty you are, pulling your hips closer to his for round two. his praises don't quite reach your ears after being eaten out like a piece of fresh meat, but you can still appreciate his kisses as they pepper your skin.
he cannot get over the sound his balls make when they slap against your skin, and he goes faster and harder to hear it louder. not to mention the bulge that forms in your belly with each thrust he makes, rubbing a hand over it much to your pleasure.
cumming once just isn't enough for luffy. a primal urge demands he fills you up until you're nice and full. before he considers you full, however, he's pretty much spent, collapsing on top of you in a heap.
little aftercare is performed, not that you're in a state of mind to care, way too full of cum and tired to want at least a towel. having a boyfriend for a pillow is honestly the best thing for you in your current state.
luffy might be a little dumb, but rest assured he always delivers.
my friday night ▌ gojo satoru
summary. in canon. bdsm. brat sub! gojo. slight cbt. general themes of sadomasochism. reader's a sexy femdom here.
summary. your relationship unfolded like that: him, craving the illusion of not being the ultimate being — you, entertained by taming the godlike. he pays you 6000¥ the hour to ruin him every friday night. how could you resist when gojo satoru had such a pretty face and pretty deal to offer?
⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ thinking about luffy who absolutely hates wearing condoms, always pouting whenever you make him wear one after your period came late one time and making you fear for the worst. and while luffy didn’t actually get you pregnant, the thought alone put your head back on straight, realising you definitely need to start using protection. luffy tried to counter, “but why? i can just pull out! it doesn’t feel as good when i wear a condom..”, pouting at your shaking head when you tell him for a final time, it’s sex with a condom or no sex at all.
however, luffy can sometimes be such a brat. it doesn’t matter how firm you are or how hard you put your foot down, luffy always manages to get his way with you one way or another. so here you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you raw with your legs resting on his shoulders as he pounds into your glossy pussy, holding back his triumphant smirk, “see? doesn’t it feel so much better raw..?”, he asks so innocently despite the filth he was doing to you, smiling wide when he sees you nod your head mindlessly with pretty whines falling from your lips.
i wanted to write today but ngl im way too fuckinh tired
05:40am 𐙚 can't stop thinking about being fucked in a chokehold...
just imagine it. you're pressed up against the table with your boyfriend behind you, hips snapping against yours roughly as he holds one arm around your neck with just enough force for you to feel it, but never enough for it to actually bother you.
mdni 🔞 i believe in eaters' supremacy !
i believe in eaters’ supremacy.
real eaters. those who’s nose dig at your clit when they eat it. those who aren’t afraid of getting their face wet, proud of the shine that glistens on their chin. those obsessed with how red and puffy it gets when they slap it, strings of slick connecting you two as his hand pulls away. those who’d spend hours beneath you, and the others who can’t help but hump and grind against the edge the bed, craving more. eaters who moan as they eat, those who groan against it. those who take it slow, taking long laps, that get their tongue real dirty. eats who loves sucking on that beaten bud, no matter how sensitive it may be now. eaters, those truly in love with that pretty pussy.
featuring . . . [jjk] todo!!!!!, choso, hakari!!!!!, [gachiakuta] jabber, corvus!!!!!!!, enjin, [one piece] yamato, nami, ace, luffy!!!!!!, [tokrev] mitsuya, nahoya!!!!!!, souya!!!!!!, [aot] connie!!!!!, sasha!!!!!, reiner, eren, jean!!!! and your fav(s) <3
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to the anon of like just now right now, just know i got u on the firefighter!luffy, ima get writing this week <3
mdni 🔞 you accidentally trigger your smoke detector by hotboxing your apartment. firefighter!luffy shows up, and decides he can’t have got all the way there for nothing.
fem, sub/bttm!reader.
it wasn’t your fault. it wasn’t your fault, because it shouldn't be that hard to unscrew a smoke detector in the first place. the time alone it’d took to find the right screwdriver, stack enough chairs to even reach the stupid thing, wrestling with a singular stubborn screw. the frustration alone nearly killed your high before you could spark anything up. eventually, you’d sigh, dragging your feet on the cold floor of your flat, and say, fuck it. you’d whack the thing a couple times for good measure and stuff some damp towels against the cracks of your front door and windows. took the time to light up an old scented candle nearby too, and crossing your fingers.
your pleas had fallen upon deaf ears, sort of.
the alarm yelled after just a few hits, and the fire department got called quickly after, sure. but now, there’s this beautiful brunet standing in the middle of your living room. shortstacked, he’s decked in his firefighter uniform, though now it just loosely hangs off of him. his jacket's pooling at his boots, with pants that barely clings to the edge of his hips. his belt buckle wags above his thigh, his zipper undone. his black tank’s shoved up behind his neck, leaving his chest and stomach bare. his eyelids drop low from the secondhand smoke, your joint still pushing out smoke between his fingers. they seem just as heavy as his gear as he looks through you, somehow wide awake.
he’s got you on your knees, and you’re not entirely sure how you got there. something about him saying you had nice tits. something about the weed leaving you pliant and cloying. something about him being very blunt, the high getting to the both of you.
18+
suguru geto is supposed to be your fuckbuddy, but he’s so boyfriend-coded that everyone just assumes you’re dating.
"just friends," except the 'friend' shows up with flowers and your favourite snacks—then thirty minutes later he's got you gagging on his cock til your throat aches. and of course, sweet suguru makes amends by making you a cup of herbal tea.
"not your boyfriend," yet he still feeds you bites off his plate, and carefully wipes soy sauce from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. everyone (but you) can see the way he looks at you.
and maybe it’s easier to let your friends gossip than admit that the same man who kneels to tie your shoelace is the one fucking you into his sheets hours later. the cognitive dissonance should feel absurd, but it doesn’t. it feels perilously natural.
you remind suguru he’s not your boyfriend. over and over like a mantra. you remind yourself too, in the post-coital afterglow when he’s holding you in his arms, lips pressed to your temple, after he’s fucked you like he hates you.
truth is, suguru does boyfriend shit better than most boyfriends. and when you accuse him of acting like one, suguru only smirks, presses his cock deeper into you. "if the shoe fits, princess."
part 2
GUESS WHOS BACK !
my friday night ▌ gojo satoru
summary. in canon. bdsm. brat sub! gojo. slight cbt. general themes of sadomasochism. reader's a sexy femdom here.
summary. your relationship unfolded like that: him, craving the illusion of not being the ultimate being — you, entertained by taming the godlike. he pays you 6000¥ the hour to ruin him every friday night. how could you resist when gojo satoru had such a pretty face and pretty deal to offer?
mdni 🔞 sgst, financial domination (findom!suguru, finsub!satoru), atm drain, fingersucking, hairpulling
“i don’t have all night,” his left hand, adorned by many jewels, rings of white gold and silver, runs through his long silky jet hair. the sound of his black nails hitting the atm screen, a mere glimpse of his habitual annoyance was enough to make satoru straighten his back up. lengthy mumbling ensures, a bunch of slurry apologies.
“are you dumb or somethin’? i said, hurry up.” he reiterates.
“yes geto, sir. ’m sorry sir.”
only a few seconds after, the machine belched what seemed like an endless number of dollar bills, and just as quickly, his harsh mood seemed to have lifted into a twisted sense of jubilation. it became almost difficult to hold his pleased grin, as satoru still seemed to avoid his hefty gaze. each and every bill goes into his suguru’s wallet. now, their routine was finally ready to begin.
satoru falls to his knees, eager, eyes lit by a glimmer of lust. reddened cheeks, a hard on already poking through his trousers, a pained, wet look at the corner of his eyes. if suguru looked long enough, he was near adorable—in a sort of canine way.
“may i kiss your hands, sir?” he almost begs, tilting his head to the side.
“you may.”
a couple words, yet enough to hit like an index to a trigger, enough for suguru’s jeweled hands to end up drowned in a sea a wet kisses. entangled with the greedy whines of his bleached platinum blond, filthy, ravening mouth lapping at each crevices. kiss after kiss, satoru only grew greedier, and greedier. his tongue ran under each finger, sucking at the tips of his digits, whines morphing into breathy sighs, breathy sighs morphing into sullen moans.
suguru index and middle finger split right above his tongue before applying slight pressure, blessing him with heavenly touch, pushing further into his wet mouth. satoru’s tongue lolled under them, shiny filaments of drool pooling under his chin.
he’s panting like a stray dog, with a similar kind of hunger in his eyes. satoru’s cock kept throbbing at the thought of his mouth being full of him—fingers and all.
the thought is quick to fade away as suguru pulls away. his wet hand and rings glistens under the night’s lights, leaving the poor man on his knees, facing the works of his brashness, and the loathing on suguru’s face.
“satoru. close your mouth.” he demands. satoru does as told, swallowed by shame. suguru takes a long, disdainful look at the blond’s vile, spit coated lips and chin. his very own work, yet just as pathetic nonetheless.
the heavy, painful grip of the very same hand grasps at his hair, effortlessly pulling him from his knees back to his feet.
“out of my sight.”
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mdni 🔞 your camboy!fav is punishing you . . . live !
gn, sub/bttm!reader.
“smile fa’ the camera now, c’mon…”
he hums low, and you can practically hear the grin in his voice. he’s bruising your hips, each thrust coming harder than the last. he’s holding his phone right before your face. he’s making sure to catch your puffy, bitten lips, your flushed cheeks, that sweet, sultry expression that melts onto your face. “what? dick gon’ to your brain?” he grabs a handful of your hair, hoisting you up, your back to his chest, forcing it into an arch.
it’s hard to speak through his pace. an incoherent whine merely escapes as you try to soothe yourself, feeling yourself clenching against his harsh strokes. you glance at your reflection on the screen—your hair is sticky on your forehead, hot tears pooling at each corners of your eyes, a slack jaw. you flutter against his dick, a tiny sob each time he almost pulls his tip out only to slam himself right back into you. his hand reaches for your chin. “look at you, starin’… whore.” he spits a drop of slaver against your cheek. he slides two fingers in your mouth, a square smile splitting his face once you start sucking without a word from him.
you mumble something to him, about being so close, and needing it so badly., your bottom lip shaking as the rest of you squirms against his hold. “again? already..?” he laughs against your lobe. “alright, then…” he pushes your further into your arch, lowering his phone right above your pelvis “show everyone.”
the two words act as a trigger. you let yourself falter as they echo throughout your head, dizzy as you unravel around him. he’s still bullying himself into you, his teeth sinking at the corner of your neck. your chest, hitching, your breath, scattered into many, your legs tremble, your heart skips a beat—he pushes himself deeper than you could imagine as he paints thick white threads inside you. he slides out slowly, letting his cum drop out slowly, making sure to get a nice view of you twitching, aching at the new emptiness.
“you’re giving me another… yeah?”
featuring . . . jabber!!!!!, nahoya (smiley)!!!!!, hanma, ran, manjiro, gojo, sabo!!!!!. and your fav(s) <3
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