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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄?

# day 15. knife play

ghostface!gojo satoru x cheerleader f!reader

genre. pwp, smut

cw. mask kink, praise, pet names, mild knife play, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, mating press, doggy | wc. 2500

kinktober m.list | interactions are appreciated

the tall man next to you slides his hand behind your back and pulls you to his side, closing the car door with his free hand. “you were great tonight,” he praises you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

he presses another when you giggle. “thank you,” you murmur with a smile fading on your lips, “but you know they only made me captain because of what happened.”

you dreamed of being a cheerleader captain from freshman year. you put in a lot of hard work and effort, but maybe you lacked what all the cheerleader captains in teen movies had. you weren’t a mean bitch.

“well, it’s not like that bitch didn’t deserve it, i mean” he looks at you smiling as he walks you to your front door, “with everything she put you through.” yes, maybe the bitch had been a little too much of a bitch, but getting killed in that horrible way, by a serial killer in a mask, had been a little too much. then, was her best friend’s turn, her boyfriend’s and finally her mother’s too.

“baby,” you grumble, stopping to look in your purse for your keys, “I wanted to deserve that position, but not like this.” he chases away your words with a wave of his hand. he lifts your chin with his finger, leaning down to leave a soft kiss on your lips.

“i fucking love you,” he whispers pulling away slowly. “if you want i can stay, you know, in case that serial killer tries to hurt my beautiful angel,” he chuckles.

you want him to stay so badly. “dad’ s at home” you murmur pressing your hands to his chest. he rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his tousled hair.

“i thought he was in some lousy bar getting drunk” he snorts with a raised eyebrow. “you know angel, he should be that killer’s next victim” he says seriously. deep down, you think the same thing too, but after all, he’s your father and he loves you, in his own way.

after another quick kiss your boyfriend lets you go. “send me some pics with the new uniform,” he smirks, “i need some entertainment for tonight,” he chuckles as he drives out of the driveway.

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Mini Gojo

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 555 Synopsis: You dress up your baby like a miniature of Gojo Masterlist

You carefully adjusted the miniature blindfold on your baby's face, trying not to laugh at how ridiculously cute they looked. Dressed in a tiny jujutsu uniform that you had custom-made, complete with a tiny pair of sunglasses perched on the neck of the uniform, your baby resembled a pint-sized version of Satoru Gojo himself.

With a grin, you carried your little bundle of joy into the living room where Gojo was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a book. As you entered the room, he looked up, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him.

"Hey, babe," you said with a playful tone, "look who's here to say hi!"

Gojo blinked, momentarily speechless as he took in the sight of your baby dressed up like him. Slowly, a wide grin spread across his face, and he sat up, setting his book aside.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he exclaimed, reaching out to gently lift the baby into his arms. "A little mini-me, huh? I must say, they've got excellent taste in fashion."

You chuckled as Gojo held the baby up, examining the tiny sunglasses and the miniature blindfold with amusement. Your baby gurgled happily, reaching out to grab at Gojo's white hair, much to his amusement.

"Looks like we've got a little troublemaker on our hands," Gojo remarked, ruffling the baby's tuft of hair affectionately. "But that's okay. With a sense of style like this, they're definitely my kid."

You watched fondly as Gojo interacted with your baby, his usual carefree demeanor melting away into something softer and more tender. It was moments like these that made your heart swell with love for both of them.

As the afternoon stretched on, you found yourself snapping pictures of Gojo and the baby, capturing every precious moment. From Gojo making funny faces to the baby's delighted giggles, it was a memory you wanted to cherish forever.

Eventually, the baby started to grow tired, their eyelids drooping as they snuggled against Gojo's chest. Sensing their exhaustion, Gojo rose from the couch, cradling the baby in his arms.

"I think it's time for our little one to take a nap," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead. "But don't worry, we'll have plenty more adventures together, won't we?"

With a smile, you followed Gojo as he carried the baby to their nursery, tucking them into their crib with gentle hands. As Gojo watched over the sleeping baby, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the wonderful man by your side.

"Thank you for being such an amazing dad," you whispered, wrapping your arms around Gojo from behind. "Our baby is lucky to have you."

Gojo turned to look at you, his eyes shining with love and affection. "And I'm lucky to have both of you," he replied, pulling you close for a tender kiss.

As you stood together in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet sounds of your sleeping baby, you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be – with the two people who filled your life with endless joy and love.

And as you watched Gojo place a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead, you couldn't help but think that there was nothing more precious in the world than this – your little family, together forever.

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

he pulls his cock out, the weight making it slap against his stomach as he rubs your clit with his thumb, biting back a grin as he watches your legs shake and liquid spray the sheets.

“fuck me,” you cry, hips twitching away from him.

he shushes you, clearly mocking you, but you have nothing to say to him. your brain is mush—giving him full reign on whatever he wanted to do with you.

and nanami wants to make you feel good.

he flips you onto your back, hands pressing against the backs of your thighs before he pushes back in.

your cunt squelches with each thrust and you have half a mind to feel embarrassed at how intently he’s staring at your hole.

“asshole, stop staring.” you manage through your moans, swatting at his face in an attempt to get him to look somewhere else.

(part of you was trying to get him more worked up)

because nanami always fucks you too good, but now you’re greedy—just wanting more and more and more.

nanami knows this—he knows he spoils you too much, but he can’t find it in him to care when he knows he’s just as bad.

“hands off, gorgeous,” he mumbles, “behave.”

nanami leans down, your ankles dangling over his shoulders as his lips brush against yours. you know it’s a reminder that he loves you so dearly.

he kisses both your cheeks, hands cupping your face before pressing his lips against yours.

when he pulls away from you, he runs a hand down your side, thumb inching close to your cunt.

you shake your head, knowing what he’s going to do. “no clit, ken—fuuuuck!”

“shhh, i know what you like, love.” he replies, groaning lowly when your cunt pushes him out, liquid splashing against his groin.

nanami moans, low and guttural as he rubs his cock on your cunt, letting you ride out your orgasm. “shit, ‘m cummin’ baby.”

hot cum spurts out of his dick, landing on your tummy. you whine, pupils morphing into hearts at how thick his cum is, but more so at how his cock is still rock hard.

“need you to cum in me, please,” you beg, hand sliding down your body to part your folds. his dick twitches, eyes almost rolling back when he shoves himself back in.

you might just kill him and he isn’t complaining!

Lester sinclair or Thomas hewitt having sex in the rain with a wife S/O. I absolutely love rain, and storms, this is an absolute dream to me.

I love this so much!!!!! I love both of these men but I'm doing Thomas!! <3

Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader

Summary: Request Up Top

Warning: Smut, Rain, Established Relationship

Minors do not interact!

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You look up at the sky, at the clouds, hoping for them to bring rain. "Come on, it's hot as shit out here," you tell the clouds. A huff leaves your mouth before going back to hanging up the newly washed clothes. Before you could clip up the next piece of clothing, a strong pair of arms wraps around your waist, startling you. They loosen up as you react. "Sorry Tommy, I didn't know you were there." You laugh out loud before putting the last clip on the dress that Tommy got you.

Turning around, you see Tommy's smile getting bigger. You warp your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. "How's my handsome husband doing today?" You loved telling Thomas how handsome he was; his face always turned bright red afterward. "Good," he whispers, "though you do wish that he talked more with his mom, but as much as you worried, you've noticed over the past few months, they do talk, just not with words.

His arms tighten around you, trying to lift you. "I have to work, Tommy," you say, letting go him. Before you could get down into his grasp, you felt his hard cock poking your leg, and you paused before biting your lip and moving your leg to rub it. You feel it twitch as Thomas grunts in your ear. "Is that why you came out here?" You whisper into his ear, kissing his ear afterwards. He grunts in response. It could mean no or yes, but at that moment, you didn't care.

He moves you more into his arms, holding onto your legs, before walking to the shed that's a little ways away from the house. You start to move your hips and kiss his neck, wanting to give him the reward he deserves. Moving your hips, making sure to have his cock rubbing up against your clothed pussy, you feel his cock twitch and grow as you fit it between your lips, making sure his cock feels your warm, wet pussy.

His hold tightens, a growl comes out of his throat as he stops in his tracks, and his moans rubble out as you thrust your hips. You stop, you're teasing as he leans forward, his hold on you tightening, trying not to cum in his pants. A giggle leaves your lips as you hear him fighting to not cum. You kiss his neck only for him to push you up against the shed wall. It sent a warm wave through you, though you're back from the wall after being in the sun all day. You feel Tommy's hands exploring your body for the tenth time, growling as he kisses your neck and chest, your moan encouraging him to keep going.

He pauses and grunts. You look at him, then down at his pants. The hard outline on his pants has more of a stronger outline. "That looks painful," you think as you reach out and rub his hard cock. He stops your hand from touching his throbbing cock, desperately trying to get out of the prison that it is in.

"Please Tommy, let me help," you whimper, and Tommy grunts before quickly undoing his pants and removing his thick, hard cock. You bite your lip as you pull your panties to the ground, only to kick them off to the side. His arms wrap around your waist, once again, holding you up. You watch as he strokes it before teasing your entrance. His moans blend with yours as your wet pussy produces lube for him to stroke his cock. "Tommy," you whimper out as he lets his cock only go in an inch before taking it out to do it again.

You hear a chuckle come from him before you could say something he pushes his cock into you, your head throws back from his cock stretching you. Your moans get mixed with his grunts as he holds on to you tighter against him. He holds you still for a second so as not to cum too early from just being inside you. Your eyes look down to see your hips moving a bit. You want to feel his cock carve your walls, but before you can get a good paste, Tommy's hand grabs your hip, halting its movements. You look up to see Thomas starting at you with lust-burning eyes. You bite your lip and smirk. He has a love-hate relationship with you teasing him on his edge.

He lets out a small huff before slamming his hips into you. Holding on to you tight, he plants his head into the crook of your neck. Your head and eyes roll back as his thick cock messages your wall. You don't hold your moans back, wanting Tommy to know how amazing he is. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he speeds his paste-up, jackhammering into you. As Thomas fucks you senseless, you feel little drops of water come down on you both before they come down heavily. Socking you both in water. Tommy stops to look up. "Please Tommy, don't stop." You whined it out. He looks back down, kissing you before continuing to make love to you in the rain.

Your moans mix in with the kiss, your hands running through his hair. "It feels like you're in my stomach," you moan out loud as he buries his cock into you with every thrust, your eyes rolling back, head against the wall. He starts to move his hips feral, like, as his thrusts become sloppy and harder with their movements. You kiss Tommy's lips so as to not let out a moan that they are loader than they already are, not to bring anyone outside to see what's happening.

Tommy's hips move sloppily, with him grunting into your neck, holding tightly on to you. You feel your climax building up in your stomach, "Tommy, I'm going to cu-" before you can finish. Tommy grunts out loudly, and you feel his cock twitching inside you. He whispers out an "I love you" and your name as he finishes his climax, you whine as you couldn't cum together.

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Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

Morning sex with Patrick | NSFW HEADCANON

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

— A/N: That was very sudden, but I hope you like it. Many thanks to @sleeplessphantom for inspiration and @optional for the amazing gifs!😍

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST] [buy me a coffee]💓

It was no secret that Patrick's sex drive was quite high, so even if he fucked you before you went to sleep, it didn't mean he wouldn't fuck you again in the morning. Especially if you acted like a brat all day.

If Bateman woke up early, you were already in trouble, because his big palms would find their way under your clothes before you could even notice. Inch by inch he would explore your tender skin, enjoying the way your body would react to his small, innocent touches, making his cock harder than ever.

Patrick would play with your breasts, rolling your taut nipples between his skillful fingers as he turned on his side, pulling you closer to his body so you could not escape what was to come. Elated, Bateman would greedily take your little tip in his mouth, closing his eyes in sweet pleasure as you knit your beautiful eyebrows, by this time you would be so fucking wet and he would make sure to check it.

"Mmmhm," you mewled as you felt his hot breath on your belly as he descended upon you. "Pat… Patty!"

"Yes, babydoll," he growled back in a raspy voice, kissing your inner thigh as he caressed another. "I'm here and I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good."

Slowly you opened your eyes to see the sun reflecting off his beautiful hair, giving it a golden hue, while Bateman was already settling between your legs.

The burning sensation of his hot tongue on your sensitive clit made you almost bite the pillow — every time he did it felt like the first time, it was overwhelming and astonishing because he knew what he was doing. He always did.

"Aww—Daddy," you arched your back and buckled your legs up to his face as he lapped at your juicy pussy, holding you wide open for his thirsty mouth. "So good, it f-feels so good!"

Throwing your head back, you crumpled the blankets underneath you from the pulsating tension in your lower belly as Patrick was literally devouring your warm body, not forgetting to make lewd noises that drove you crazy. But as soon as he felt you begin to convulse, he stopped everything and pulled away from your heated slit, forcing a sad gasp from your rapidly breathing chest.

"Patrick?" You leaned up on your elbows to look down at him, but at the same moment he deftly grabbed your hand to wrap it around his engorged length. With each stroke, Bateman's panting grew louder and soon he was closing his eyes in pleasure, tilting his head and letting go of your hand as he allowed you to take control of the pace.

"Such a good little girl," he groaned passionately before lying down next to you and placing his hand where his mouth had been a few minutes ago. "Today I wanna see you bouncing on my cock."

His words, along with the circular rubbing movements around your swollen bud, made you whimper and encouraged you to jerk him faster. For a brief moment, the two of you would look into each other's eyes, blurry with intoxicating desire, as your hands were giving too much pleasure by playing with needy, hot flesh.

Soon you would be hopping on top of him, wailing pitifully as his beefy dick rammed into you from below, his firm hips giving you no rest.

"Daddy! You're s-so big!" Shaking, you cried out with your eyes closed as his strong arms pinned you down on his thick cock, slapping your ass from time to time when you dared to slow down just a tiny bit.

"Argh—yeah, just like that," he praised you, admiring the view of your bouncing breasts as you did your best to ride him hard, no matter how painful it was for your little hole - his veiny shaft tore you from the inside. "Use my cock... mhmm... use my cock like a dirty slut you are!"

Whimpering, you leaned on his buffed torso, speeding up and letting yourself get lost in the fire of passion, the curve of his dick hitting all the right spots and the angle of penetration was so sick — you had no choice but to cum hard around him, squeezing his pulsating cock so vividly.

"Mmhm! I'm so... SO CLOSE... AWW!"

"Jeez, your greedy pussy is clinging to me so fucking tight!" Bateman grunted, forcing you to sprawl across his chest as he fucked you senselessly, his strong arms giving you no chance to move.

You fell over the edge, feeling the waves of pleasure hit every part of your body like an electric shock. Patrick had to thrust harder to break through the grip of your pussy, soon he would join you in the ocean of bliss, spending his warm seed in your womb until it began to flow down.

And only after some time, when you both had recovered your breath, would Bateman cradle your face and bring you closer to kiss you gently on the lips, murmuring: "That's what I call a 'good morning.'"

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