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Study I finished painting today!
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Gojo fucking loves when you dominate him.
He’d die before admitting it to anyone else, but with you? He doesn’t even try to hide it. The second you tie his wrists behind his back with his own blindfold, his pants are ready to burst. Right now he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, breathing a little too fast. His cock is standing up thick and flushed, leaking all over his stomach. Well, no wonder, he’s been edged for hours.
You’re straddling his thigh, one hand slowly jerking him off while the other is tangled in his messy white hair. You kiss him deep, mixing your spit with his. And every time he moans into your mouth you squeeze his needy cock a little tighter.
“S-shit.. baby.” he gasps against your lips. Gojo tries to thrust up into your fist but the way his arms are tied behind him makes it hard. He just ends up twitching helplessly. You smirk and stroke him faster, thumb swirling over his leaking tip, spreading the mess around. The wet, filthy sound of your hand pumping his slick cock is loud in the quiet room.
“You’re so fucking hard,” you murmur, biting his bottom lip. “Look at you.. legs spread and leaking everywhere like a slut.”
Gojo lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a groan when you twist your wrist just right.
“Only for you,” he breathes, trying to sound in control of the situation but failing miserably. His hips jerk again. “Fuck… your hand feels too good.”
You keep making out with him messily, while you jerk him off nice and tight. Long strokes from base to tip, then quick, nasty ones focused on the head. Gojo’s thighs start trembling under you. His breathing is fucked up, little whimpers slipping out between kisses. You pull back just enough to watch his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen. God, he's beautiful.
“Gonna cum already?” you tease, speeding up your hand. Gojo bites his lip, trying to hold it together, but his cock is throbbing hard in your grip.
“Don’t stop- fuck.. please don’t stop,” he whines, forehead pressed to yours. The cocky bastard is actually begging now.
You kiss him again, swallowing every sound as you stroke him faster. Gojo’s whole body suddenly goes rigid. His abs flex hard and he lets out this desperate moan right into your mouth.
He squirts.
Hard.
Clear fluid shoots out of his cock in messy, pulsing jets, splashing all over your hand, his own chest and your thigh. It just keeps coming while you keep jerking him through it, milking every drop. Gojo is shaking, moaning like he’s losing his mind, hips jerking uncontrollably as he makes a complete mess.
You don’t stop until he’s twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly against your lips.
When you finally slow down, he’s panting, face buried in your neck, body still trembling from the aftershocks.
“Fuck…” he rasps, voice hoarse. A weak, breathless laugh escapes him. “I made such a fucking mess.”
You kiss the side of his head, still slowly stroking his spent cock.
“Yeah, you did,” you whisper. “And we’re not even done yet.”
Gojo shivers, but there’s a lazy, satisfied grin on his face when he looks up at you.
“Haah... I like the sound of that.”
It's Mammon's new design from sinners choice!!
After finishing this i realized how faded my drawing was This took me 16 hours and 32 minutes so y'all better appreciate it And yes I straight up cut out those gold thingy in his clothes from the og pic and put it in this slop. I feel like a fucking narcissist but I'm really REALLY proud of this one hejehehwjhwheh.
How do you pronounce Diavolo’s name
Is it Diavolo like diabolical (die-a-volo)
or
Is it Diavolo like diablo (dee-ah-volo)
or another option I haven’t thought of
His name confuses me
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ᥫ᭡- sukuna witnesses you stretching one time and can’t get enough
it’s your routine that you’ve been doing far before you and sukuna got together, you stretch. it’s the late afternoon, an hour before sukuna gets home from work, the sunset spilles through the ajar window, painting your stretching form and highlighting your natural beauty.
Your favourite song echoes throughout yours and sukunas welcoming home, as you ease your self into a lunge. A groan escapes your mouth, while the built up tension in your muscles leave your body, from the hectic day you had at work .
You value this hour you have alone since your able to connect with your self and let your mind have a rest. Although, you do adore sukuna and he’s the love of your life he has no idea what you get up to in this hour .
You know theirs no need to lie, but you feel like a child again, being able to keep secrets just between you and your self.
He has asked before, what you have been doing, but a white lie never hurt anybody. You would just say simply watching a movie.
While you’re in your head performing the splits, you don’t manage to hear the front door open and sukuna come home.
as soon as sukuna enters, he finds it ominous that your favourite song is playing, curiosity instantly hits him.
He always wandered what you did in your free time without his claustrophobic presence.
sukunas makes sure to not make a racket while making it to the living room.
When he sees you doing the splits, looking calm as ever, he’s amazed all the years you’ve been together sukuna has never seen you do this.
A smirk grows on his face, he watches you for a few moments until you notice him.
when you do notice his daunting figure behind you, watching your every movement, you jump out your skin.
you look at the clock that sits perfectly centred on the wall "you are home early kuna"
he chuckles at you, resulting in you to pout as you slowly get out of the splits.
although you're shocked your body feels much better.
'' no wander I can bend you in any direction in bed " you choke on your own spit at sukuna.
''well now you know what I do in this hour'' you don't get any comment back
after that afternoon, you haven't had that hour alone again all because of sukuna
just as you're about to stretch he marches through the door early. miraculously his job lets him go early now.
due to sukuna you have been introduced into a new stretching technique and sukuna is the main object.
you stretch your leg onto his shoulder and he thoroughly enjoys it.
you're doing the stretch currently, and sukuna can't help but admire your body's flexibility, he's obsessed with It.
I really like this one. I have so many fics that I want to write it’s just laziness as the moment
it’s like a slice of life 🤍
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