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trashtoon

Go hot chocolate boy go!!!!!! Crash tf out!!!!!!

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laylasnotes

Fun date idea: rape me in the back of your car then call your friends over to rape me too.

the-weeb-of-the-uchiha

EVERYBODY GIVE IT UP FOR MEGAN THE STALLION!!!🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

minnie-movs

“She’s my type! (homicidal)”

synopsis. deadpool!gojo pushes you till you break (him)

content warnings. semi-proofread, fem!reader, gojo’s annoying, blowjobs in an alley, oral f!receiving, car sex, hate-fucking(?), she hates him and he loves that, cumming early, dirty talk, cowgirl, gojo whines gojo whimpers gojo cums, seriously he cums a concerning amount of times, overstimming gojo, dumbification (him), lots of male crying, he calls reader mommy, threats of murder/killing, descriptions of intended violence

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Deadpool!Gojo is the bane of your existence, constantly annoying you with his smartass jabs, perverted comments, and terrible jokes.

Deadpool!Gojo hears the words “Fuck off, Gojo” at least 7 times daily from any given person, especially you.

Deadpool!Gojo turns off Infinity around you. He wants to feel your touch even if it’s just a shoulder graze or a punch to the face (the latter is a daily occurrence).

Deadpool!Gojo punches the air in triumph when he finds out he’s been assigned a mission with you, sprinting through the halls of the X Mansion straight to your room and bursting in.

“Heyyyyy, partner,” he sings as he skips into the room and over to your bed, flopping down on it like a child, “Ready to fuck up some bad guys?”

You groan, like you’d been doing a lot that day, ever since you found out the Infinity-wielding pain in the ass would be your mission partner. “Just my luck. Fuck me,” you mutter, packing your gear.

Lying on his stomach, he props his face in his palms, feet kicking in the air, “Oh, trust me, pumpkin. I’ve been trying. But let’s save that for after the mission, hm?” Even through his mask, you could practically hear his annoying smirk.

“Although since you brought it up,” he continues, not letting your clear disinterest deter him, “Maybe we could sneak in a quickie before the ball-busting begins? Pre-fight sex helps me focus. Specifically, doggystyle— backshots are great for an ass-kicking mindset. Cleanses the soul. Realigns the chakras n’ all that good shit. It’s science. Look it up. P-O-R-N-H-U—”

You shoot him a venomous glare that screamed, “Shut. Up.”

He immediately holds up his hands in mock surrender, chuckling sheepishly, “Or don’t. You’re right, saving it for after is smarter. Sort of a celebratory homecoming. Speaking of cumming—“

Your fist cuts that comment short, meeting his face with a satisfying crack!

torupng

呪術廻戦゛★ nerd!satoru reverses the roles.

fem!reader :: fingering :: piv sex :: degrading :: satoru has a humiliation kink :: mean-ish satoru :: mdni 18+ .

the whole year.

that’s how long you’d been a complete bitch to satoru gojo.

the tall, white-haired nerd who always sat in the front row of every lecture with his thick-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose and that stupidly perfect posture like he was waiting to be called on. the one who answered every single question like he’d swallowed the textbook whole and then asked for seconds. the one who never fought back when you “accidentally” knocked his carefully color-coded notes off the desk, or called him four-eyes loud enough for half the hall to hear, or told him to move his lanky ass so you could sit wherever the hell you wanted. you’d mocked his baggy sweaters and the way he always carried too many books. laughed at how he got flustered whenever girls actually tried to talk to him. made sure he knew exactly where he stood in the social hierarchy: beneath you. always.

you’d done it for fun. because it was easy. because he never snapped or talked back. just adjusted his glasses, picked up his notes, and kept quiet with that little flush on his cheeks you always assumed was pure embarrassment.

turns out you were wrong. oh, you were so wrong.

somehow—through a late study session you only showed up to so you could steal his notes and insult his handwriting and bully him some more, through one too many mean comments, through him finally cornering you in the empty hallway after class with that weird intensity in his freaky blue eyes—it led to this.

you on your back in your own bed, shirt shoved up under your chin, bra tossed aside, panties yanked to the side and already soaked through. and satoru—glasses still on but foggy, face flushed a deep, almost drunken red, white hair a complete mess—kneeling between your spread thighs with two of his long fingers buried knuckle-deep inside you. his breathing is uneven. his pupils are blown wide behind the lenses. and the hardest, thickest cock you’ve ever seen is straining against the soft fabric of his trousers like it’s been waiting months for this exact moment.

“you’re—” he starts, voice rough and a little cracked, then has to clear his throat like the nerd he is. “you’re so wet already. is this what happens when you’re mean to people all year? you get this soaked the second someone finally touches you the way you’ve been asking for?”

you open your mouth to snap something mean—old habits die hard—but the words die in a broken little sound when he curls his fingers just right and presses the pad of his thumb to your clit in slow, deliberate circles. heat punches through your stomach. your hips jerk up without permission. where did he learn to do this shit? anyone would think he was a virgin who wouldn’t even know where your clit is.

he laughs. soft. breathless. nothing like the quiet, awkward nerd you’ve been tormenting for months. “yeah... that’s what i thought.”

he works a third finger into you even though you didn’t ask for it, stretching you open with careful, almost scientific precision—like he’d researched this and watched videos to make sure he could ruin you right if ever given the chance—watching your face the entire time like he’s taking mental notes for later when you’d ultimately ask him to fuck you again. which… lets be honest, you would.

his free hand braces beside your head on the pillow. the glasses slip a little further down his nose. he doesn’t fix them. just keeps fucking you with his fingers slow.

“i liked it, you know,” he admits, voice low as he chews on his lower lip and releases it, as if making small talk even while his fingers keep moving. “every time you called me a loser in front of people. every time you shoved past me in the hallway hard enough to make me drop my books. every time you looked at me like i was something disgusting stuck to the bottom of your shoe. it did something to me. made me hard in the middle of class more times than i can count. i’d sit there with my notebook covering my lap and just… take it. because it felt good. because it was you.”

you stare up at him, chest rising and falling too fast. “you’re serious. you’re a fucking freak. disgusting—”

“—i know,” he cuts you off and pulls his fingers out slowly, shiny and dripping, and holds them up between you so you can see the mess he made of you. then he shoves his pants down just enough to free himself. thick and flushed dark at the tip. already leaking. he strokes it once, twice, smearing precum down the length, then rubs the head through your folds, collecting slick, teasing your entrance without pushing in. “so now you’re gonna take it, right? for me?” he coos, chuckling softly. the nerdy jerk. “since you’ve been such a meanie all year… i think it’s only fair i get to use this pretty cunt however i want, wouldn’t you agree?”

“fuck you—” you groan as he pushes in slow. inch by thick inch. the stretch burns in the best way and you can’t help the sharp, punched-out inhale that leaves you. satoru’s head drops forward, forehead almost touching yours, a low broken groan spilling out of him like he’s the one being ruined and not you. his glasses fog a little at the edges from how hard he’s breathing.

“fuck— so tight. of course you’re tight. mean girls like you always are.” he bottoms out and stays there for a long moment, hips pressed flush against yours, giving you time to adjust while his thumb finds your clit again and rubs steady circles. “look at you. the same mouth that used to call me four-eyes and nerd and loser is all quiet now. just taking my cock like a slut—god,” he lets out a self deprecating laugh while his eyes bore down into yours, “i suck at this whole dirty talk thing, i hope im not too bad at it… you’re still getting off right?”

“mmph—!” the noise you made when he bottomed out answered his question.

“thought so…”

the degradation is light, almost playful, but it lands hot and sharp under your skin. heat floods your face. your walls clench hard around him and he feels it, you know because that smug little smile appears, shy and wicked at the same time.

“yeah. you like that, don’t you?” he starts moving. slow, deep thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside you, the wet sound of it obscene. “being talked to like this after spending a whole year treating me like shit. admit it.”

you dig your nails into the soft fabric of his sweater-covered shoulders and try to keep some of that mean edge, voice coming out breathier than you want. “shut up and fuck me harder, you dick. or are you too busy writing a thesis about me, huh?”

he chuckles but obeys.

hips snapping forward harder now, glasses slipping further down his nose, blue eyes locked on yours as he fucks you into the mattress with a rhythm that feels way too practiced for someone who spent the year getting bullied in lecture halls. one hand slides under your thigh and hikes it higher against his hip so he can go even deeper. the other stays between you, thumb relentless on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that make your toes curl.

“such a mean girl,” he pants against your mouth, voice breaking a little on the praise that follows. “but you’re taking me so well. look at that. soaking my cock. dripping down my damn balls every time i pull out. maybe i should thank you for all the times you were cruel. got me so ready for this. every insult just made me want to bend you over a desk and shut you up.”

you’re the one who’s supposed to be in control. the one who spent months tearing him down just because you could. but right now all you can do is moan and cling and meet every deep thrust as the nerd with the fogged-up glasses and the secret humiliation kink ruins you from the inside out. the headboard knocks softly against the wall. your sheets are a mess. his sweater is still half-on, soft under your hands.

he leans down further, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice coated in lust and leftover awkwardness all mixed together.

“be as mean as you want after this. call me four-eyes again. shove me in the hallway. i don’t care. i’ll just drag you right back here and fuck the attitude out of you until you’re this quiet and wet and needy again.”

and the worst part—the part that makes your cunt clench hard around him and a broken little sound tear out of your throat—is that you believe every single word. and you want him to.

you’d let him drag you back and fuck you into submission.

anon’s req !

taglist: @miyahluvsjjk @neotoru @ravenhood2792 @rean13 @skylaryippee @asian-woody @marmaryu @butterbeanandsparkleface @miminist @stvsgsb @scarletreigns @4ngelvx @toruii

the-quasar-hero

“Why does this character have to be Black?”

Why shouldn’t they be?

“Why does this character have to be a woman?”

Why shouldn’t she be?

“Why does this character have to be gay?”

Why shouldn’t they be?

“Why does this character have to be trans?”

Why shouldn’t they be?

“Why does this character have to be disabled?”

Why shouldn’t they be?

“Why does this character have to be fat?”

Why shouldn’t they be?

h0rne1slvt

I love to hear what people would do to me <3

h0rne1slvt

I want to sit on someone’s lap while I feel their bulge growing, digging into me.

torupng

❝ KINKTOBER ❞ 2✰26 !

゛★ jjk x fem!reader — the jjk cast play a part in kinktober 2026 !

⤷ ⓘ prompts are subject to change !

1 collars ft. sukuna ryomen 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 2 peeping/stalking ft. nerdjo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 3 hate sex ft. college sukuna 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 4 sex in space ft. satoru gojo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 5 coming in pants ft. nerdjo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 6 exhibitionism ft. kirara & hakari 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 7 aphrodisiacs ft. satoru gojo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 8 stomach sitting ft. trueform sukuna 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 9 orgasm denial & discipline ft. nanami kento 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 10 sauna ft. suguru geto 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 11 age gap ft. hiromi higuruma 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 12 phone sex ft. #nsfwtwt gojo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 13 creampie ft. yuta okkutsu 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 14 strength kink ft. satoru gojo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 15 humiliation kink ft. nerdjo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 16 nipple play ft. choso kamo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 17 rough sex ft. toji fushiguro 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 18 deepthroating ft. shiu kong 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 19 cigarettes ft. shoko ieiri 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 20 one night stand ft. choso kamo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 21 overstimulation ft. nerdjo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 22 threesome ft. nanami & satoru 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 23 caught in the act ft. modulo yuji 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 24 double penetration ft. satoru and suguru 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 25 first time ft. yuta okkutsu 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 26 sex in car ft. fratjo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 27 spanking ft. college sukuna 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 28 pink underwear ft. choso kamo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 29 quickie ft. fratjo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 30 pornography ft. choso kamo 𓏲﹕ ﹕⸝⸝ 31 aftercare ft. all of the above

tag list: open — comment to be added ! [ 27/50 ] MDNI !

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torupng

FWB ROOMMATE

fwb roommate!jason todd.

becoming jason’s roommate ends with you being wayyyy more than just roommates.

# headcanons.ᐟ⸝⸝ fwb roommate!jason todd ⸝⸝ smutty ⸝⸝ oral ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ nsfw mdni ⸝⸝

fwb roommate!jason todd who’s never really looked twice at you when you first moved in due to trouble with your rent. he’s red hood—always out there doing god knows what, coming home late, too buried in his own shit to notice the roommate who pays rent on time and keeps the fridge stocked.

fwb roommate!jason todd who comes home one night bleeding from a nasty gash across his ribs, helmet off, leather jacket somewhat torn, insisting he’s fine even as he leaves bloody footprints on the same floor you just cleaned. you force him onto the couch anyway, hands shaking as you press gauze to his side, and for the first time he’s wondering if you were always this pretty.

fwb roommate!jason todd who bites his cheek and tells you not to fuss, because getting you involved in his shit is the last thing he wants. but you don’t listen. you clean him up and his eyes linger on the way you bite your lip when you’re focused, your fingers gentle over old scars and fresh bruises.

fwb roommate!jason todd who starts leaving you portions of whatever he cooks at 3am after patrol—chili, pasta, breakfast for dinner, he always gets creative as cooking is pretty much a downtime for him—with sticky notes in his messy handwriting that say “eat, don’t wait up.” he tells himself it’s just practical, but he catches himself looking for the leftovers the next day to see if you’d actually eaten them.

fwb roommate!jason todd who steals your knitted blankets because they smell like you and the fabric is soft against his skin. he walks around shirtless with the blanket hanging over his shoulders, the waistband of his sweats hanging low enough to show the deep v of his hips and the heavy outline of his thick cock when he stretches, pretending he doesn’t notice the way your eyes linger. he does. he definitely notices.

fwb roommate!jason todd who teaches you self-defense in the living room after you ask for his help one night, his hands firm on your waist, his body pressed close everytime he corrects your stance. there’s tension and it’s visibly building until suddenly you end up pinned on your back over the arm of the couch, his hips pressing in between your legs, both of you breathing hard for reasons that have quite literally nothing to do with training.

fwb roommate!jason todd who finally breaks after a brutal patrol a few nights later. the built-up tension comes to a boiling point when he backs you against the kitchen counter still half in his gear, kissing you like he’s starving. like he’s wanted this since that night you took care of him. he lifts you onto the counter, pulls your shorts down, strokes himself, and pushes into you with a deep, desperate groan, giving you a moment to adjust before thrusting harder. “fuck—been thinking about this for weeks,” he growls against your neck, fucking you with raw need until your legs shake, until you’re moaning into his neck, and until his cum is dripping down your thighs when he finally pulls out.

fwb roommate!jason todd who pretends it didn’t happen the next morning but makes your coffee exactly how you like it and avoids eye contact until you grab his chin and kiss him. that’s when the dam breaks for a second time—he bends you over the counter again, this time slow and deep. “so fucking good for me, princess. take every inch like you were made for it.” his cock grinds against your g-spot while he whispers filthy praise.

fwb roommate!jason todd who turns into the most annoying, possessive roommate/friend with benefits after that. he gets territorial when your dates text you, waiting on the couch for you to get home and he wastes no time the second you walk in. he yanks your dress up, sinks you down on his cock right there, and makes you ride him until you’re crying his name and apologizing for even looking at anyone else, filling you up until his cum leaks out of you as he holds you close and praises you afterward.

fwb roommate!jason todd who wakes you up on lazy mornings with his head between your legs, tongue buried in your pussy, sucking your clit and fingering you open until you’re grinding against his face and cumming hard on his mouth. then he slides into you while you’re still fluttering, fucking you slow and lazy, hips rolling deep while he murmurs how perfect you feel wrapped around him, warm and wet and … his.

fwb roommate!jason todd who eats you out until you’re a trembling, blissed-out mess and then slips out of bed to make you breakfast in bed—bringing coffee exactly how you like it along with pancakes or eggs and toast on a tray, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants and a rare, soft smirk as he watches you eat. pleased that he can take care of you like this even if there’s no label on it.

fwb roommate!jason todd who still crashes on the couch some nights because the quiet in his room gets too loud and his nightmares creep in, but now you crawl in with him without an invite, curled against his chest as his big hand strokes your back until he falls asleep. without you ever asking, he started to secretly restocks your drawer with period stuff, lotion, lube, and the toys he’s bought for you, never mentioning it, because taking care of you has become his favorite part of coming home.

fwb roommate!jason todd who reads his smutty romance novels on the couch and leaves them open to the dirtiest pages with notes like “we’re trying this tonight” scribbled in the margins. he tries his best not to distract you when he sees you working even though it’s all he wants to do, then rewards you later for finishing everything by pinning you to the bed and fucking you until the only thing you can utter is his name.

fwb roommate!jason todd who still insists he’s fine when he comes home injured, but now he lets you patch him up on the couch without as much complaint as before. after he pulls you down beside him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck while his fingers work patterns on your arms or your back.

fwb roommate!jason todd who starts leaving little notes around the apartment that aren’t just about food anymore—“lock the window after I leave,” “you looked pretty today,” “don’t wait up, but I’ll be back”—because he’s shit at saying how he feels or how he cares out loud but needs you to know you’re on his mind even when he’s out.

fwb roommate!jason todd who catches himself smiling like an idiot when he hears your laugh from the other room or smells you on his pillows, realizing this apartment stopped feeling like a temporary hideout and started feeling like home the moment you forced your way into his walls. honestly, he’s scared of it—of how much he needs you safe and happy—but he’s even more scared of losing it.

fwb roommate!jason todd who, late one night after patching him up again, holds you tighter than usual on the bed and admits that you’re the only person who makes the pit in his chest feel quieter, the only one who sees the man under the hood and doesn’t flinch in fear of getting hurt. he doesn’t say “I love you” yet, but he doesn’t really need to since the way he kisses your forehead and falls asleep almost immediately with his face buried in your neck says it for him.

fwb roommate!jason todd who knows he’s a mess but keeps choosing to come home to you anyway, because somewhere between the patching him up, the sex, the shared coffee mugs, the late-night talks, and the way you take every part of him—this gruff, broken vigilante realized the best thing in his shitty fucked up life was the roommate he never meant to fall so damn hard for.

sugurusbeloved

❤︎﹕giving head to nerdjo

nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.

“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”

his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, that’s—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”

your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.

“ahhh—shit, did you also know semen actually has fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh your tongue—wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.

you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.

“o-okay, uh—science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”

you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, your throat’s so warm—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”

he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.

casisadumbmutt

A guy smoking and blowing it out in my face..lowkey? Like let me get a hit then put my mouth on something else please

exploringflesh

So fucking wet thinking about getting pushed face down on a mattress and roughly fucked, until I’m screaming into a pillow while you unload your seed as deep and close to my cervix as you can. I can’t help it as my body drinks every drop up and cums knowing I’m ovulating and so ready to get bred. You deciding when and where i get railed and impregnated feels so so good and right.

lovergirlbug

mattsundaes

in this house we respect the “we shouldn’t be doing this” to dry humping to wet messy pussyjob to “fuck it” creampies pipeline.

bimbxkitty

milkylittlebreasthucow

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