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Gamer!Shigaraki au is the epitome of what plagues my mind when I want to fuck a gamer boy. His pale hole puckers around inches of cock, begging for more of it in little squeezes. Tomura’s cotton candy blue hair laps over his shoulders in crooked layers like waves on a sea shore, and your hands push his arch deeper, his short crème dick peeking out from behind the further his ass bends toward you.
It’s a sick fascination. Terse pants, pitchy moans, rocky grumbles pass his lips like a kitten struggling to claw its way onto a tall surface. His fingers cling onto his weathered pillows like the kitten’s claws would dig into a couch to heave itself upward. Tomura, however, does not heave himself upward. He drops his tailbone and struggles to maintain control over his throat as your cock bullies him cross eyed.
Pretty kitty. That’s what you want to say. A raspy gasp squeezes through his airway and he peals a hand backward to grab your thigh. It stings. Crooked nails dig themselves into your flesh.
“H-harder” he pants. He doesn’t make a move to take you deeper. That would be too desperate for his ego. Tomura’s lips sound wet. Saliva pooling on his tongue, lips holding it back from spilling all over his yellowed pillowcases. You could only imagine what’s hidden behind the bangs dangling before his face. Red pupils struggling to focus on anything but his own nose bridge. A mouth that can’t stay closed for too long.
“But I just like to watch you take it” you murmur. It’s transfixing to watch his ass struggle with the girth of you, his knees trembling under the weight. Maybe it was evil to tease. Make him beg. Make him wait for more. Tenko is the impatient type. An egotistical type. Like a rock in a stream. Slow chafing of his indestructible surface takes time to carve him into the perfect mold you want. Just the right angle. Just the right thrust.
Shimura’s mouth drops open as you lean forward. Your cock buries deeper inside of him, to the hilt without mercy. “Fucking pervert” he spits, breathless. More harmless than intended.
“You like it.” Your voice floats between the pounding in his ears and the fog clouding up his brain, finding some middle ground. He does. He does like that you’re a pervert. It makes him hot under his skin. Makes him moan a little bit more when he loses a game just to make you fuck him when he’s done.
He’ll never admit it though.
“Fr- ngh! Freak..” he sighs the words out, hips twitching when you pull out and push back in, rocking him back and forth.
A hair long pause cuts short by the sound of Tomura struggling, “so impatient” you pout. Wet pre wets your palm. His cock throbs between your fingers and makes him shake beneath you as you grab it and pull. “Let me do my thing” assuring him, you slide your cock back again, pushing in just a bit harder.
OH. MY. GOD. OH MY GOD! My new favorite movie seriously. That was….oh my god. wow.
watching bodies bodies bodies, I’ll update y’all when I’m done…
They know how to deal with each other better
Symbol of fear by day, gamer by night. 💦
ok, i dont understand how horikoshi came up with such a great/attractive design, im talking abt keigo takami ladies and gentlemen. HOW THE BLEEP DID HE MAKE THIS MAN SO SEXY???? TEACH ME UR WAYS HORIKOSHI🙏 PPL ALWAYS COMPLAIN ABT HAWKS FANS BUT HAVE U SEEN THIS MAN???
hes so bf core<3
kofi request: Tsuyu, Bakugo, and Ochako hanging out. I made them work on a group project together, i think they'd make a very fun and competent team lmao
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okay a question inspired by a convo I had at dinner last night:
you and your fav have been seeing each other for a couple of weeks. you haven’t officially defined the relationship, you’re testing the waters but you like them and you’re happy with the way things are going. they invite you out to dinner and you sit down, pick up the menu, but they tell you they’d like to order for you.
how do you react? do you let them? do you argue? do you feel like they know you well enough to do so?
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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑
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⊹ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 :
ancient, exhausted, lonely God! Gojo Satoru sfw
gamer! shigaraki tomura nsfw
;;warnings:: trans!male reader, first time cunnilingus, sub!Itadori Yuuji, dom!reader, hair pulling, face fucking, mean reader, self-degradation (also mixed with praise), good!boy yuuji, cursing, smut++
18+ mdni
The first time you ever let Yuuji eat you out he’s dumb as a fucking dog. All I can think about is desperate Yuuji who’s been trying to eat out his boyfriend since the first time he masturbated to you. Fuck, just imagine all the times he’s squeezed his pathetic dick thinking about being choked between your thighs and smothered by your clit. He always gets so leaky and red thinking about the sounds you’d make and the way you’d praise him like he’s the best boy ever.
He wants you to hold his hair like a handle, he squeaks every time you fuck up into his face and his pretty smooth cheeks are all red and hot. Clingy fingers grip onto the thin material of your nightshirt as he tries to pull his face as close to your vagina as he can get, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you groan a low ‘fuck’ under your breath. He wants to get his tongue deeper, further, harder. He doesn’t even realize the whimpers slipping past his throat as he tries to inch closer, which he can’t get.
Yuuji’s heart feels like it’s going to give out. Your ankles are locked behind his head, heels digging into his spine with each thrust of your hips onto his tongue. You don’t taste like fruits, or cookies, or fresh, but it’s so fucking good in his mouth — it tastes like cum — like wet, sticky cum melting from you onto his tongue. You keep calling him “such a good fucking boy” and it’s making him really, really horny. And really, really hard. It’s pathetic, but he wants it more, as your hand now rocks his head back and forth over your cunt by his hair.
“Mmm— fuck yuuji. Look at you, you’re covered in my cum!” It comes out like a weak laugh, his eyes peak open to see the delirious look on your face, a mean smile. His eyes can’t stay focused, cum on his lashes and eyelids too heavy to stay open. He wants to hear it more, he can’t get over the way your head lulls to the side when he moans and pushes forward onto his knees, back arched.
You tug his face back from your wet lips, it’s pitiful how he whines, tongue slipping out to reach but he can’t. Why would you do this to him, when he’s finally got it. He’s finally got you in his hands and you just tear him away like it means nothing. His head is so fuzzy he’s stupid in greed.
“More” he rasps. He’s still bent, hands clutching your shirt for balance.
“I’ve already came” you state, gently brushing his sweat-wet bangs from his forehead, lips quirked upwards in amusement. He feels heartbroken. It’s the only way to describe the sad, frantic feeling in his chest. All his fantasies slipping through his fingers like sand as your fingers slide from his hair to his cheeks to give them a little pinch. His dick twitches in his soaked briefs, tip throbbing as you — his perfect boyfriend — chew your cheek in fascination at him. He knows he’s a mess, that he’s deplorable and greedy but, he just wants a little more. Just a little more. He wants to hear you call him a perfect boy just three more times, cum just once again, just more.
You noticed how needy he was today. How bothered his little whimpers were when he sent you an explicit voice memo this morning pleading for you to finish on his dick like he was a good boy. Begging for anything. Begging like a good puppy. Naughty voice messages were not completely common for Yuuji, but you didn’t expect it to be this when he showed up tonight at your dorm step for cuddles and a movie. You didn’t expect him to want to eat you out in the first place. But he did. Does, badly, so you’ve come to realize.
“Please I— oh god please! Just one more, I can’t get it outta my head [name]! Just, just one more. I’m so good I promise, the very best!” His pleads are strained as he stretches his neck as close to your wet cunt as he can manage, cheek resting against your inner thigh. You can feel his breath fanning over your clit.
“And..what if I say no?” You ask mindlessly, taking your thumb to wipe away some cum off his lashes.
Yuuji squirms, “NO! Please, please [name] no! I—I’ll tell you all the dirty thoughts I’ve had about this, you like that right? Always makin’ me say embarrassing stuff. I’ll give back all the briefs I took— I—I’ll never be bad again! Promise!” His chest shudders as he speaks, and you’ve never been so turned on by anything like this in a long, long time. You have half a mind to deny him more.
“Taken” briefs? You didn’t know your boyfriend was stealing your boxers.
There’s a long moment where Yuuji’s eyes are shut tight, pressing into your thigh like he wants to mold with you, and he does. Cum slips from your hole to your ass an a sigh hisses past your lips as you grab the back of his head again.
“Okay, baby. One more.”
Anatomy studies….yeah totally.
"Gojo should've gotten to live as a person-" THAT’S THE POINT. That is the ENTIRE point of JJK. Every single character who died was someone who "should've gotten to" do a lot of things. Riko should've gotten to live for herself, Geto should've had the chance to be a teenage boy given support and safety, Junpei should've gotten to live without fear, Nobara should've had the chance to let people in without fear, Nanami, Yuki, Mai, Higurama, EVERYONE.
Here's the thing, Gojo is on this list. Gojo isn't the exception because JJK at its core is a story about how overarching systems destroy people; bullying, capitalism, sexism, etc. And this system does not need people to run it. Which is why killing Kenjaku didn't stop shit because yeah he started this mess but its grown beyond him. Fuck, it was there before him.
This is also why despite Sukuna & Uraume being the only ones who are actual threats, nothing is better. The cast got rid of the higher-ups, jujutsu tech as it is, is no more. The major families are dismantled. This should be a victory. This is what the Sashisu gen pointed out as the problem but things have never looked more bleak.
Why? Because the problem isn't Kenjaku, Sukuna, curses, sorcerers or curse users. It's the existence of Cursed Energy itself. This has been pointed out multiple times by Yuki. Its the system and Gojo has been complicit to the system for a long, long time. He's also it's victim. Gojo says he's the exception a lot, but as everyone has rightfully pointed out, he was nothing more than a weapon to jujutsu society.
JJK has followed a very clear pattern to every character right from Geto to Junpei to Riko; characters are representatives of systems of suppression, and they will not escape it. I can't recall a single character that's escaped unscathed, much less alive.
Is it disrespectful? Yes. Is it demeaning? YES. There has not been a single character death that's been dignified in JJK. It's all on a scale of bearable to absolutely horrifying. It is genuinely wild seeing people resort to threatening the author AGAIN. Calm the fuck down. You are entitled to feeling upset about how Gojo has been treated but Yuta stans are being calm despite Yuta arguably suffering the "he is a weapon" thing WORSE. It's still a fictional character and JJK's narratives never treated Gojo with any exceptions despite the character saying otherwise.
eternity was exhausting.
Eons stretch like midnight over a sleeping desert. Dark, long, crass. Satoru grew bored of the way human lives ended so quickly. Short, insignificant, often evil but ultimately uninteresting. Like little flies on a wall. Live, fuck, maybe create something, then die. They last about as long as popsicles under summer sun. You always know the outcome. Nothing but a messy, sticky puddle wasted in the end.
Being a god was much different than that. Something that stretched beyond time and space. Not something that could ever truly be explained, like being pulled apart and compressed all at once. Satoru had little to satiate his time, most of it spent tending to the microscopic hominids who prance around on their tiny little planet, killing and fucking and shitting. Of course he of all people had to be put in charge of such an insignificant, worthless thing.
Humans don’t know how to do much of anything. Not compared to the boundlessness of the universe. Not compared to the infinite prospects of existence. A few get lucky, a few escape. Not many though, and none interesting. They take their human selfishness and greed elsewhere or disappear altogether to go bother another god guarding another realm.
Who cares. Not his problem.
Today didn’t seem much different either. Satoru’s fingers stretched over the granite limb of an intricately carved throne, disinterest creeping through his lethargic metaphorical ribs and making home in his throat. He’d been summoned again.
‘Please, Satoru. Lord of all divine, creator of all that is natural. Please bless my family with this miracle. My father is dying, we will have nowhere to go.’ Your tunic spilled over sun-tanned shoulders, fingers interlocked to convey the holiness in which you prayed, clinging onto shreds of faith and the hope of savior, your knees raw.
When Satoru first saw this sight, more than a thousand years ago, he was enthralled by the progression of man. Before humans was nothing but humanoids, and before that nothing but colorful animals of scales and fur and feathers. From crustaceous things to fully conscious beings. His own planet of civilization. It seemed to him a miracle. As time continued though, nothing seemed to change after a while. Only the cage in which humans seemed to trap themselves in got more complex, evil got eviler, problems got bigger.
And prayers. Prayers for miracles came in abundance.
There seemed to be no hiding the magic of life. Plants bloom in the spring, life grows inside animals and is born anew every day, the sky explodes in colors when the temperature reaches just right. Humans are not fully idiotic, but they are not the tightest string to pluck. The more conscious humans grow, the more limiting they become in order to save themselves from humanity. A survival mechanism built within the very fiber of humans.
Satoru watches you whisper to him some more, unsure what he wanted to do first. Of course he could alert you of his presence. Everything would be over, maybe not painless for him, but quick. Or he could let you finish, maybe come to the realization yourself. He struggled between the two. Neither seemed very interesting to him. The one thing he doesn’t have control over is sending you back.
“..and what will I get in return?”
Quick and painful it is, then.
“E-excuse me?”
Satoru sighed, leaning his pale cheek into his soft palm. A palm that has never seen a day of work in its life, a palm that is simply the manifestation of human consciousness. His white lashes dropped over his smudged cheekbones. “I said, what about me?”
Your face implied shock, a stupefied expression carved into the tiny contours of your little human face. So tiny and genuine. He studied you, took you in, soaked you up like a leaf soaks up sun, like a root soaks up water. Not intentionally but, naturally. Curiosity. Even his heaven-sent soul couldn’t escape the tug of newness. The scant awareness of another presence within a space where companionship doesn’t thrive.
“What about..you?..” the crudeness of your question didn’t sound intentional. Rather questioning instead. Genuine.
What about me?.. he thought. What about me?..
“You humans come begging for miracles without shame. No sense of reciprocity. What if I can’t give you something if I do not get something?” Gojo didn’t often question humans like this, with their simple minds. Grilling was left to the skills of someone who must eat. Satoru did not have that trait.
“I-I guess I did not think of that…” you replied, eyes lowering, taking your lip between your teeth. The tips of your fingers twiddled together, and Satoru wondered what it was like to feel that emotion. Anxiousness. Was it as exhilarating as human poets described?
“You species often do not do so” Satoru said matter-of-factly. Like he knew it already, like he was sure of it, because he was. And he did.
“I don’t have much” you grumbled, searching inside the pockets of your tunic as if the thin fabric could carry anything worthy of a god within its 3 inch by 3 inch squares. His eyebrows ticked inwards at the unlikeness of you, a spark of intrigue within himself he forced to contain. He often got his hopes up with humans only to be disappointed. You pulled out a copper cylinder in your hands and grains of soil underneath your fingertips. A small yellow daffodil, wilted and dead laying in your palm
“I guess that is why I am here”
Satoru sighed an indignant hmpf, quietly beneath the air of his breath. A breath created by human consciousness.
“Guess so.” He replied. You seemed to understand that these items did not impress him, and your little human fists clenched around them, lowering.
“My father—”
“Is dying, yes” he said. “Many people’s fathers are dying”
“We’re poor, my family and—”
“Many people are poor.”
Your features crack in hurt. Satoru grows bored once again.
“And why do you let that happen?” You inquire, shoulders pushing back, chest sitting up taller towards him.
“You think highly of me” he replied. “My existence is as fruitless as yours. I am only a god, not the universe” Satoru’s cerulean eyes glided away from you, unentertained by the empty space that stretched beyond your shared altercation. The cold, lonely endlessness of nothing.
“I just need my family to be safe. This one thing.” You pleaded.
“Hm.” He fell further into his palm, disappointed, like a foot sinking into a mossy wasteland.
Your gaze hardened. Challenged. Satoru could give you what you were asking for, it appeared. For a price.
“I can give you myself.” You stepped backwards once, juxtaposing your own words. Satoru’s eyes flickered back at your quivering form like a flame.
“And what benefit do you have to me?” Satoru said.
The idea of his own human intrigued him. Lit a curiosity in his belly that burned lightening hot. Satoru’s skin, a manifestation of human consciousness, teemed with something buzzing. Something exhilarating. This was newness. This was less human.
Your determined hands tightened even more. “Why don’t we find out together?” You offered, timbre cracking with maybe fear. Maybe relief. Satoru didn’t know god’s could feel such emotions as he did now.
Together. His own little human.
“Discover..” Satoru murmured to himself. “Together…enticing..” two thick nails rested against his glossy lips as he thought.
His own little human…
Ancient, lonely, exhausted god Gojo x little human praying for a miracle
𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆
⊹ I am a very dom leaning switch, I usually write dom reader content, but sometimes…I get creative. And a little too horny. There will be both sub and dom reader content here.
⊹ There will be a good amount of dark content on here. These dark themes may include incest/stepcest, non-con/dubcon, yandere, etc. Yes I tag all of these thoroughly and correctly, but if you do not particularly enjoy these topics, and need to block for your own safety — or peace of mind? — you are more than welcome to block me. No offense taken! I used to be heavily triggered by these topics in the past due to personal experience, so do what you must.
⊹ my reader may have a dick or vagina or both. It really depends on how I’m feeling so read how I tag my fics please.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒
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⊹ noah.txt: everything I say. Just absolute word vomit of all categories.
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⊹ best of the best: the absolute bangers of a fic and/or writings I enjoyed that are not only good, but exceptional. God-tier, panty soaking, mouth watering, sugary goodness. Mh-Mh-mn scrumdidlyumpcious, if you know wtf I mean
⊹ noah.horknee: horny posts, drabbles
⊹ ___ cw: these are for all of my content warnings. This may include things like either dark content or things that can be commonly triggering. Ex.1; incest cw Ex.2; blood cw
𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒
⊹ noah.artrb: all reblogged art
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⊹ noah.jjk, noah.itadori, noah.kny, noah.kyojuro, etc.: all characters and fandoms will be tagged this way, so that it’s not just a name or fandom tagged, and it won’t show up in the general on tumblr
⊹ noah.ship tag: it’s…just a ship tag for any shipping content for any ship…yeah..
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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐈𝐈
⊹ call me eonie or noah!
⊹ I’m autistic. It’s not really significant to my blog, but if you’re autistic too then let’s be friends! Or, welcome, send an ask and share your niche interests or experiences. I like connecting with other autistic people.
⊹ I’m fem-bodied but I discovered I am a transgender male since I’ve been on my last blog! Because of this my writing will mostly be fembodied with more masculine pronouns or descriptions. All genders are welcome to my blog, just be respectful.
⊹ I’m a July cancer and discovered I’m an INFJ not an infp. I like knowing this stuff about myself but…can’t really do anything with it because I don’ know anything about myers briggs or astrology.
⊹ I’m an artists. I loooove to draw. Maybe in the future I’ll share some work 👀🤷🏾♂️
⊹ I’m 22 🫡 I turn 23 this summer in July, Hallelujah.
⊹ my simp list includes, but is most certainly not limited to: shoto todoroki, gyoumei himejima, giyuu tomioka, Aki hayakawa, touya todoroki, keigo takami, gojo satoru, and TOMURA SHIGARAKI my ultimate simp icon. oh and also Izuku midoriya i love me a tortured cutie pie.
⊹ I’m addicted to good music. Like, good, good music, that makes you ascend into new dimensions and smell colors and see thoughts and shit. Yeah. Music can change your life.
⊹ I am black indeed but don’t ask me what I’m mixed with bc I literally have NO fucking clue. I need to do an ancestry dna test. SOMEBODY LINK ME to a trustworthy one.
⊹ movies I love love love? So glad you asked. The entire scream series, black panther, avatar, hocus pocus (a seasonal must-watch), collateral beauty (for the ‘time’ actor. He’s literally so good), and rocky (don’t ask)
⊹ I’m still a shifter. Ohoho yeah, baby. You already know.
⊹ my old blog is @momdomsenpai but I got locked out so…here I am 😭 I also have another blog @lovesicksugaro but I have commitment issues so