Hello! My name is Mimi, and my main blog is purple-ambrosia. This is my first time sharing my NSFW content, and I’m pretty flustered about it but also really excited! Below you’ll find everything you need to navigate my blog! Please enjoy your stay <3
when his pubes smell soooo good as he dicks you down [hearts in my eyes]
I am writing a research paper for a Women Gender Studies class at the University of Tennessee. I am writing on the relationship between the LGBTQ+ community and fanfiction. If you read fanfiction at all please take this quiz. I understand that because there is queer and lgbtq in the title there will be sample bias but I do not plan on comparing between non-queer and queer readers.
need nanami kento (literature professor, 40) and higuruma hiromi (defense attorney, 48) to fuck me so incredibly well that i cannot move the next day
they fuck you in the bar’s restroom — let you go first, then hiromi fallows. he leaves the door unlocked, of course, because he knows kento will be there in a minute. he gets to work with you, though — grips your waist and pushes you up against the wall. kisses you sloppy, smudges your lipstick, rubs his bulge against your thigh.
kento enters then, locks the door and smiles as he wraps an arm around hiromi. squeezes his side, but pays attention to you — the way you smile, as if delirious and high on one of your lovers, your eyes hazy. he kisses you and hiromi unbuckles his belt, rubs his cock through his underwear before pulling it out — pumps leisurely, with no rush.
there’s a knock on the door. you’re grinding on kento’s thigh desperately and they look at you expectantly, hiromi still jerking off at the sight of the two of you, smiling breathlessly.
you roll your eyes. “it’s occupied!”
They’ve gotta be doing something where Pen is slowly finding her fashion sense and trying different things because WHY is she wearing that scrap of fabric around her neck
Bcuz Collin would bite it otherwise
Touchstarved
Cos I believe they are
The best butts in all of Faerun XD🍑🔥🍑🧛♂️
O//////O
A companion piece to these! 💖✨
I personally liked to think he frantically put it on in the parking lot like “oh yeah this is gonna be so cool.”
CHERRY KNOTS┊learning how to kiss from one of the most popular guys at your school was not on your university bingo card, but who were you to complain?
content: female!reader x gojo satoru, college au, many mentions of sleeping around, reader is inexperienced and compares things to media like anime and movies, heavy petting, consent checks, clothed sex, cumming in their underwear, lots of kissing, reader has a named friend that gives her advice. word count: 2.2k
you have only spent five minutes alone with gojo satoru and you already feel out of your depth.
honestly, it's to be expected considering your history. he was, in all intents and purposes, more experienced than you. known around campus for being unable to keep a girlfriend and spending most of his nights making out with randoms at parties. you? well you were a quiet and fairly reserved girl. you didn’t date in highschool and spent most of your youth dreaming about being with fictional men.
Ur fave fucking u silly but he’s in one of those old man cardigans
✫ tags ;; dark content ahead, stepcest, stepbro!gojo, fem!reader, implied age gap (it's like 6 years), unprotected sex, fingering, strained relationships, kinda exhibitionism ? 18+
✫ wc ;; 1.8k
✫ a/n ;; idk... idk man.
✫ synposis ;; you never know how gojo feels about you until he approaches you. you don't feel like denying him, either.
"She's proud of you."
Gojo's voice is even. Like he's reading the news, it's almost more solemn than what you're accustomed to. Instead of the usual vibrancy, the buoyant way of speaking you know well. There's something else attached to it, something thicker.
You're surprised at yourself, for knowing the details. Your head feels weighted on your shoulders as Gojo's fingers are slim over your sides. They trail underneath your loose sleep-tshirt. He's touching you. You don't know how to feel about it.
It makes your body feel like it's buzzing. You let out a low noise, and you can't look. Gojo is too much, like looking at fluorescent lights. Your spine arches as his hands dance over your body. They ghost over your chest.
The rooms door is closed and locked, but the laughter is there. The people, your family and some others. They laugh outside, mingling. Gojo blinks at you, then smiles.
"You're all she talks about," Gojo says with amusement, like he's thinking about something harder. His fingers cup your tits. Squeezing the flesh "How you're a smart, a good kid. On scholarship. No bad boyfriends."
Gojo's voice is something you can't place. Caught between resentful and not, between mocking and not. You don't know how he's feeling. Not like you ever really do. You just know his hands are big, and his breath is warm.
And that your bed feels too small with him in it, suffocating. His body keeps you under. He pinches your nipples and you whimper. He doesn't cover your mouth, even when he knows he should.
When you glance at the door, his hand cups your chin and brings your face to him. His lower fingers tap into your mouth, press your tongue. You drool and he grins.
"Are you really? What she says you are?"
You find it awkward, almost. That he's really asking you like he's curious. Gojo is weird like that, always has been. You always figured his distance was just because you were both past the age to be grown up together. People with separate lives, you didn't take offense. You weren't interested in playing family as it stands.
But.. it's not that. You think you're imagining it most of the time. The lingering in his expression, when you come home around the holidays. When you call him his first name.
"I don't try to be. I just do what's best for me."
His lips quirk at that. He drags your shirt up with your teeth, closing his whole mouth on your tits. You gasp, sharp. His hands make their way into your pants. Middle fingers pressed to clit, nimble but bold. Your hips roll up into him.
"What's best for you? What's that make this?"
"Y-youre - !"
"I'm?"
"You're awful." You managed through ragged breaths, lungs clasped in Gojo's unnervingly steady palms. An awkward resolution of tension, that's what you think. You think that Gojo is awful, and you mean it. You think the fact that he's ignored you for so long only to corner you is awful.
Sexual themes
I don’t have a dick but I do think with it
need to talk about gojo manspreading and letting you curl up into his lap
he does it so purposefully. spreads his arm on the back of the couch and pats right on his thigh with a lil smirk…. “come sit baby,” while he purposefully takes up all the room so ur forced to curl on into him . Bye
nanami who kisses the palms of both your hands before wrapping your fingers around the headboard and telling you not to let go
"He's an eldest daughter's dream man" is really the perfect description for Nanami😭
Isn’t he!!!!! Isn’t he just so perfect for a snippy, hyper independent eldest daughter!!!!!!
Patient but firm, a very mother hen man but not suffocating about it, authoritative but not demeaning, smart but not arrogant…….ugh what a man……
I think he really enjoys breaking your hyper independent habits too……..gives you subtle praise when you come to him for help…….he’s smart about it because he knows if he’s too conspicuous and says “See? Asking for help isn’t so bad,” you’ll skitter off
He applies it in the bedroom too…just btw. btw
