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This blog is officially being archived!
Thank you so much to everyone who has liked and reblogged and commented and followed and all the things but it’s time for me to move on.
If you’d like to start the next leg of the journey with me, you can find me @sugurusbadhabit. I look forward to seeing you there <3
my name is blossom and it has been a pleasure being your captain.
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hoping to have vampire cult leader!suguru in your hands in a couple of hours at most. this is the longest thing I’ve ever written and I’m also super proud of this one, all though I don’t believe it’s going to be everyone’s cup of tea.
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Happy new years yall!
MDNI ⋆˚࿔ your boyfriend toji fushiguro is just too big! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ m.list
there was nothing nice about the way your boyfriend toji fushiguro was fucking you right now.
he's got you caged underneath him, his much larger body atop yours, his sculpted chest and abs shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. the veins in his biceps are prominent against the taut skin, every hard ridge of his body encompassing your small frame.
you're laid out on your back, legs spread open and hiked up over his broad shoulders, soft breasts bouncing and blossoming with dark bruises and bite marks.
and he was big, not just in his muscular, wide frame— his cock was huge. thick and long and slightly curving to the left, finished off with a bulbous tip that turned into the angriest shade of red when he got hard just from thinking about you.
even after he’d get your tight little cunt stretched out and dripping from scissoring his long, thick fingers in and out of your hole, you were never really prepared for his absolute monster of a cock.
“can't ‘ji— please, s’too big toji!”
“tooojiii it's tooo biiig!” he mocks you, voice rough and gravelly, low grunts emanating from his chest between each deep roll of his hips.
the calloused pads of his fingers press in hard against the fat of your thighs, dimpling and bruising the soft skin. he leans down to lick a wet, filthy stripe up from your collarbone, his tongue moving languidly against your heated skin, all the way up your neck until he meets your ear lobe.
“nah, you can take it, can't ya’ doll?” he rasps past scarred lips that are tugged into a smirk as he leans up and stares down at your fucked out expression.
“be a good girl and answer me when i'm talkin’ to ya’, or did’ya forget how to use that pretty little mouth of yours?” he smacks your face— not hard but just enough to sting— before squeezing your cheeks together, feeling the warmth of your tears meet his fingertips.
“mmph—” you look up at him with glassy eyes, tears of overwhelming pleasure blurring your vision as you feel his cock bulge just below your belly button.
“s-so— hmph— deep tojiii-” your whimpered words come out as a pitiful whimper, eyes fluttering closed as he releases your cheeks to press down on the outline of his cock in your tummy— your hands scrambling against the sheets as you try to ground yourself from the mind-breaking, overwhelming pleasure.
“s’fuckin’ deep you can feel me all the way in your stomach, can’t ya’?” he whispers as his eyes are locked onto where the two of you connect, watching as his cock pushes against your lower tummy.
“‘ji- i- hmmmph—” you babble incoherently— the only thing you're able to focus on is toji’s thick cock filling you up, your plump lips swollen from rough kisses and glistening with spit as drool slowly starts to trickle down the sides of your face.
“hah— already fucked dumb on toji’s big cock?” his voice comes out a bit shakier, feeling his cock swell and leak more precum into your sopping hole. he smacks your thigh with his free hand, making your skin ripple like a wave before rubbing soothing circles against the sting.
at this point his fat cock is absolutely bullying your cervix— thick veins dragging along your silkened walls, a filthy ring of your arousal starting to gather at the base of his cock and drip down onto his heavy balls with each relentless thrust.
“mmph— takin’ my cock so— mmm— fuckin’ well, my sweet pretty princess is turnin’ into such a good slut f’me, yeah?”
“y-yeah- yes toji! please, s’too much— feels like m’gonna explode!” you sob out as the pleasure becomes borderline unbearable, the way his cock curves right up to kiss your cervix, his hand still pressing down on your lower tummy— you actually think you might just piss yourself from the intense pressure on your bladder.
“mhm— that's it baby, let it out— milk my fuckin’ cock and cum for me.” he rasps as he buries his head into the crook of your neck and bites down hard.
“t-toji!” you gasp as your cunt clenches, gummy walls clamping down around his dick as your powerful release causes you to see stars. warm syrupy slick gushes out around the base of his cock, all the way down to his heavy balls and down your ass to make a big wet spot on the bed.
“f-fuuuck— look at that— such a good slut, squirtin’ on my cock— o-oh fuuuck-”
toji comes hard, thick ropes of cum filling you up completely, making you gasp out and your pussy clamp around him harder.
“greedy fuckin’ girl— milkin’ me fuckin’ dry.” he pants, his cock continuing to spurt hot ropes of cum until his balls are completely spent and empty.
you're both left a panting mess, your thighs sticky with your syrupy slick, his cock still buried deep inside of your fluttering hole as his cum begins to leak out in thick rivulets.
“toji— c’mon, gotta get cleaned up.” you weakly pat his beefy, sweaty bicep, your throat dry and voice hoarse.
“tch, oh my sweet baby.” he almost lets out a laugh as he raises his head to look at you— hair messy and sprawled onto the pillow, cheeks stained with tears and drool still dripping down your chin. he pets your head, blunt fingernails dragging along your scalp.
“i'm nowhere near done with you yet. you've still got holes for me to loosen up.” he places a kiss to your nose while playfully smacking your used and sensitive pussy. “and you're gonna be a good little slut f’me and take whatever i give you, yeah?”
you yelp and jump as he smacks your pussy again, a loud wet squelch echoing through the room.
“y-yeah… i'll take it all for you, ‘ji.”
a/n: this is the toji size kink fic i was working on but it kinda just turned into daddy dom toji i dunno!!! and as always, thank you to my pretty princess sav for reading ♡
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I have too much going on to focus on one thing so I’m going to leave it up to yall
pick what I write next for me :)
vampire cult leader!suguru
breaking no contact with ex!suguru
needy!choso
✨for blossom’s eyes only✨
ex!suguru would be posted to @sugurussweatpants but the others would be here
THIS POLL IS NULL AND VOID
I got too big brained with vampire suguru and I need to write it NOW
I have too much going on to focus on one thing so I’m going to leave it up to yall
pick what I write next for me :)
vampire cult leader!suguru
breaking no contact with ex!suguru
needy!choso
✨for blossom’s eyes only✨
ex!suguru would be posted to @sugurussweatpants but the others would be here
rough sketch thing while i work on a bigger piece ;3
kofi is here <3
Naoya with a mommy kink…
cold mornings with suguru are a truly a test of willpower. once he’s got you in a spooning position it’s all over for you. both of you are awake, yet neither has committed to the part. eyes remain closed, each inhale and exhale carefully measured to feign slumber. somewhere in the back of your mind you register that you need to pee, which is annoying but insufficiently urgent to justify the cost of extricating yourself from your lover.
for to rise is to relinquish everything: the accrued warmth, the weight of his bicep over your ribs, the lingering, ephemeral scent of jasmine clinging to him. your thoughts drift in an abstract fugue—bathroom, kitchen, coffee, breakfast—until suguru nudges his face into the crook of your neck, huffing a warm exhalation onto your skin. the mattress shifts as he settles, forearm locking (a bit possessively) over your sternum.
thirty seconds pass, and you dare to imagine he has drifted back to sleep. almost the instant the thought fully forms, his knee presses against the hollow behind yours, guiding your legs apart, insinuating a thigh between them. your hips fit together like interlocking pieces of a puzzle.
that is it. you are not going anywhere.
Can’t stop thinking about soft mornings in the Gojo household; bright sunshine slipping past the blinds of the guest room window, the soft chirping of an alarm that’s been snoozed too many times.
You should be in your own bed, but Satoru doesn’t like waking you up when he comes home late, opting for the guest bed. You’ve gotten sick of waking up alone in a bed too big for one person, which is why he keeps finding you spread out across the guest bed, waiting for him.
Maybe he’ll eventually learn he can’t get rid of you that easily.
Satoru’s fingertips brush your shoulder as he stretches wide, trying to pull you in to him but you’re already sliding out of bed. His legs swing over the side of the mattress just as you round the corner to his side, nearly tackling him back down to into the pillowtop.
Your arms wrap around each other, one of your hands cradling the back of his head to hold his sleep flushed face to your chest, the other draping down his spine, skimming over the soft skin of his back.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbles, lips grazing your skin and pressing gentle kisses to your sternum as he speaks. He’s pulling you down with him and you’re helpless to stop him, his arms locked tight around your middle. He flips you when you land together on the mattress, lying chest to chest, giggling in each other’s faces.
“Good morning,” you whisper, your lips brushing his.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” He closes the small distance between you, slotting his lips with yours.
Your hands tangle in his hair to pull him closer, to get more of his plush lips and familiar taste, trying to drown yourself in all things Satoru.
Then in the bathroom, after you’ve washed your face and brushed your teeth, you have to tilt Satoru’s head back with one hand, a razor in the other, to catch any stray hairs he missed while shaving. You swear he’s missing them on purpose (he is) with how often you have to come in and clean up the edges.
A water droplet runs down his throat and over his adam’s apple when he tries to move his head down to look at you. His hands rest on your waist, pulling you closer and closer even with your chests already touching.
“Stop moving,” you warn, gripping his jaw and forcing his head back again. Your eyebrows are knitted together in concentration, fighting to keep your tongue from sticking out as you gently run the blades over his slick skin, careful not to cut him.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, eyes trained up on the ceiling, a soft smile on his face.
a/n: this is a few thoughts that got smashed together bc the vibes all fit, if it doesn’t flow well, i’m sorry. not proofread.
MDNI 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ toji is definitely a panty stealer and sniffer.
toji would be sniffing your used panties like they were a drug—groaning as your scent fills his nostrils and makes his fat cock twitch.
wrapping your panties around his thick cock and fucking into them— already staining the soft fabric with precum— all while he bites his lip so hard it draws blood. hell, what's one more scar?
spitting on them as he rubs the lacy fabric up and down his slick, veiny cock and creating a delicious friction, hand moving quick as he imagines it's your tight, wet pussy.
babbling things like, "fuck— look what you do to me doll— wanna fill that pretty pussy s'fuckin' bad."
before finally busting a big fat load of thick cum straight into your pretty lace underwear— imagining he was breeding that sweet pussy of yours.
and now that this pair was ruined, he'd simply throw them in the hamper to go along with his growing collection.
after all— he'd just steal another pair the next time his pervy ass got the chance.
a/n: just wrote this lil thing up while i was bored— another toji fic will be posted later today hehe <3 divider by @uzmacchiato
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I WANNA DO DRUGS I WANNA MAKE LOVE I WANNA GET FUCKED !
Can’t stop thinking about soft mornings in the Gojo household; bright sunshine slipping past the blinds of the guest room window, the soft chirping of an alarm that’s been snoozed too many times.
You should be in your own bed, but Satoru doesn’t like waking you up when he comes home late, opting for the guest bed. You’ve gotten sick of waking up alone in a bed too big for one person, which is why he keeps finding you spread out across the guest bed, waiting for him.
Maybe he’ll eventually learn he can’t get rid of you that easily.
Satoru’s fingertips brush your shoulder as he stretches wide, trying to pull you in to him but you’re already sliding out of bed. His legs swing over the side of the mattress just as you round the corner to his side, nearly tackling him back down to into the pillowtop.
Your arms wrap around each other, one of your hands cradling the back of his head to hold his sleep flushed face to your chest, the other draping down his spine, skimming over the soft skin of his back.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbles, lips grazing your skin and pressing gentle kisses to your sternum as he speaks. He’s pulling you down with him and you’re helpless to stop him, his arms locked tight around your middle. He flips you when you land together on the mattress, lying chest to chest, giggling in each other’s faces.
“Good morning,” you whisper, your lips brushing his.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” He closes the small distance between you, slotting his lips with yours.
Your hands tangle in his hair to pull him closer, to get more of his plush lips and familiar taste, trying to drown yourself in all things Satoru.
Then in the bathroom, after you’ve washed your face and brushed your teeth, you have to tilt Satoru’s head back with one hand, a razor in the other, to catch any stray hairs he missed while shaving. You swear he’s missing them on purpose (he is) with how often you have to come in and clean up the edges.
A water droplet runs down his throat and over his adam’s apple when he tries to move his head down to look at you. His hands rest on your waist, pulling you closer and closer even with your chests already touching.
“Stop moving,” you warn, gripping his jaw and forcing his head back again. Your eyebrows are knitted together in concentration, fighting to keep your tongue from sticking out as you gently run the blades over his slick skin, careful not to cut him.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, eyes trained up on the ceiling, a soft smile on his face.
a/n: this is a few thoughts that got smashed together bc the vibes all fit, if it doesn’t flow well, i’m sorry. not proofread.
BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO ; the virgin who is always blushing by bloods his cheeks whenever his cock out.
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who’s pinned against the shower wall, water cascading over his broad shoulders while you sink to your knees in front of him. steam fogs the glass, but nothing hides the way his blood mark erupts—crimson flooding his cheeks, dripping down his neck in hot rivulets that mix with the water. he’s never had anyone’s mouth this close before, never felt a tongue swirl around the tip of his cock while your hands grip his thighs. his head thumps back against the tile, a broken moan echoing in the small space as his hips jerk forward involuntarily. “i—ah—your mouth is—” he gasps, fingers scrabbling for purchase on your wet shoulders, blood streaking down his chest now from how hard he’s blushing. “it’s too hot, too wet—i’m gonna—please don’t stop—”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who wakes up hard and aching beside you in the middle of the night, his body pressed flush against your back, cock heavy and leaking against your thigh. he tries to stay still, tries not to wake you, but the second you roll over and slide your hand down to wrap around him, his blood surges so violently it spills over the mark and onto his pillow. soft whimpers spill from his lips as you stroke him slow under the sheets, his face buried in your neck while he ruts desperately into your fist. “i dreamed about this,” he confesses in a wrecked whisper, voice trembling as his thighs shake. “dreamed about you touching me—i woke up like this—please, i need to come, need you to make me—”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who’s riding your thigh in the dark living room, clothes still half-on, too desperate to make it to the bedroom. you’ve got him straddling your lap on the couch, his robes rucked up around his waist, cock sliding wet and messy against your skin. his hands clutch your shoulders like he’ll fall apart if he lets go, blood melting down his face in constant streams now, staining his collar dark red. every grind forward drags a shattered moan from his throat, hips rolling faster, chasing friction he’s never known before. “like this?” he pants, voice cracking, eyes glazed and pleading. “am i doing it right—feels so good—your leg is—i’m gonna make a mess, i can’t hold it—”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who comes undone the moment you sink down onto him, tight and wet and overwhelming. his eyes roll back, blood pouring from the mark now, painting his cheeks and throat in vivid red as he cries out your name like a prayer. he’s too big, stretching you perfectly, but he’s never been inside anyone before and the sensation wrecks him instantly—hips stuttering, hands clawing at your back, leaving red marks of his own. “so warm—so tight—i can’t—” he sobs, voice raw, thrusting up uncontrollably as you ride him slow and filthy. every roll of your hips makes more blood seep out, hot and slick against his skin, his face a mess of it as he begs, broken and needy. “more. harder. i’m yours—please, make me feel it all.”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who gasps sharp and broken when you finally get his cock out—thick, flushed, leaking at the tip like he’s been edged for hours just thinking about this. his blood rushes so hot it spills over the mark, streaking down his temples as you wrap your fingers around him and stroke slow. he’s never felt a hand that isn’t his own, never had someone lick a stripe up his length and take him into their mouth. his whole body jolts, thighs shaking, a strangled moan ripping out of him as his head thrashes against the pillow. “t-too much—feels too good—” he chokes, fingers tangling in your hair, not pushing, just holding on for dear life while his blood drips warm onto the sheets. “don’t stop, please don’t stop, i’m—”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who’s fucking you from behind for the first time, hands gripping your hips too tight, blood already streaking down his chest from how overwhelmed he is. every thrust drags a wrecked sound from his throat—he’s never been this rough before, but you push back against him and beg for more. when you reach back and spread yourself wider, telling him to come inside, his control snaps. blood surges so hot it spills over his mark and down his shoulders as he slams in deep and stays there, groaning your name like it hurts. he comes hard, hips grinding helplessly, pumping you full until it drips down your thighs. he pulls out just enough to watch it leak out of you, then pushes back in with a shaky breath, face burning crimson. “look what i did—filled you up—can i do it again? please?”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who’s trembling above you the night you tell him you’re on the pill and he doesn’t have to use anything. he freezes mid-kiss, cock heavy and leaking against your thigh, blood already starting to seep from his mark because the idea alone has him dizzy. “raw?” he whispers, voice cracking like he can’t believe it’s real. you guide him to your entrance, slick and bare, and the second the head pushes in with nothing between you he chokes on a broken moan—eyes rolling back, blood pouring hot down his cheeks and neck as he sinks in slow, inch by inch, feeling every wet pulse of you for the first time. “it’s—fuck—so hot inside—nothing there—” he sobs, hips stuttering forward until he’s buried to the hilt. he doesn’t last ten thrusts before he’s coming hard, cock jerking wildly as he floods you raw, thick and endless, hips grinding deep like he’s trying to push it even further. blood drips onto your chest while he shakes apart, whispering apologies and thank yous against your lips.
