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soren. 22. she/her. south african. toji’s sugar mama beloved wifey.
masterlist. rules.
this blog contains explicit content and is intended for mature audiences. viewer discretion is advised.
➜ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 .𖥔 ݁˖ masterlist 、gojo and his armssss
All you did was compliment his arms, that’s all you did and now 𝓖ojo has that arm around your throat while he fucks you devastatingly from behind. Back arched meanly as he bullies your cervix with his leaky tip. You can’t lie and say you’re not right where you want to be though, the pressure of his muscles head-locking you completely still is making your head all foggy.
“Happy with yourself?” he smiles, lips grazing your ear, “practically drooling while looking at me before.”
You can’t speak, not coherently. Only really gasping moans at him, trying to defend yourself. It was mostly innocent when you had said something. It’s not your fault that he looks so enticing, so what if your eyes lingered a little bit?
Teasing you when he notes, “Oh~ now you’re drooling elsewhere,” referencing your dripping cunt, snug and slick around him.
Wanting so bad to fold forwards, the mix of his harsh thrusts and taunting words so overwhelming your instinct is to run. Too bad for you, Gojo’s noticing and tightening his arm around you just that tiny bit more. The heavy weight of his strong bicep holding you and rendering you immobile is life ruining, it has you shuddering in response.
“Look at you,” he almost whines, “fucking creaming around me, you like my arms that much?”
God, he’s killing you, maybe next time you’ll think twice about complimenting him.
the dream
After watching the movie, I now am obsessed with choso 😛 ugh loved drawing him here
the lashes omg.
➷ THE FRATERNITY HAS A HIGH STAKE HIGH REWARD NO NUT NOVEMBER, FEATURING: FRAT!KUNA [FWB]
[ TAGS ] — 18+. mdni. nsfw. HURT/COMFORT. filth. ráw. fwb. scent kink. creampie. sukuna drinks your squirt ❤︎. spitting. sukuna’s a munch. dacryphilia. sukuna cums a lot. squirting. pussy spanking. fratboys are the worst. slight angst.
the boys stayed up for hours arguing. each one having a chance to speak before it turned into a big debate. luckily for them kento nanami — who is not part of the fraternity, but a dear friend to them — was also present during this discussion and acted as a moderator on the night of October 29th.
nanami deadpans as the president stands up, slamming his hand against the wall, silencing the arguing juniors.
“what i say is fucking final!” president gojo screeches.
sukuna, lounged on a chair, legs spread and arms crossed watches in disinterest. similarly, geto is leaned against the wall, rubbing his temple in frustration.
nanami decides to step in, “the whole point of this discussion is so that everyone can agree. if no one agrees with the terms of the competition, or the rewards, than they have no obligation or want, to even participate in it.” his words are put so simply, that sukuna is nodding along, followed by the rest of the juniors, except for a few who are still siding with their president.
୨ৎ Toji and head-locking goes hand n hand
Toji loves to headlock you during sex.
One massive arm hooked around your neck, dragging you back against his chest while he pounds into you from behind. The pressure makes your breath hitch, your moans spilling out shaky and broken as his cock splits you open, deep and merciless.
“Look at ya,” he rasps against your ear, voice dark with amusement, “strugglin’ to breathe, but still beggin’ for more.”
His bicep flexes, tightening the hold just enough to make your vision blur, and your nails claw helplessly at his forearm. He groans at the way your body squeezes around him, hips snapping harder, his free hand snaking down to rub your clit until you’re choking out a scream.
“Can’t run,” Toji growls, dragging you tighter into the lock as his thrusts grow brutal, “you’re mine right here. Every fuckin’ inch.”
“Too much,” you gasp, nails digging into his forearm, but Toji only grins, tightening the choke just enough to tilt your head back for him to lick over your jaw.
“Yeah? You can take it.”
His pace is brutal, dragging you through your orgasm and straight into another, your cries muffled against his arm as overstimulation burns through every nerve. You shake, squirming, but he has you caged—helpless, wrung out, forced to come again and again until you’re barely clinging to him.
When he finally groans and spills deep inside you, his thrusts slow but don’t stop, grinding into your oversensitive cunt while his arm softens its hold. He kisses the corner of your mouth, sweat dripping from his hairline, his grin wicked.
“See? Knew you could take it, sweetheart.”
You’re limp against him by the time his thrusts slow, your body trembling and your throat raw from the sounds he’s wrung out of you. Toji finally loosens his hold, his arm sliding from your neck to wrap snug around your waist, keeping you upright while his cock still pulses inside you.
“Shit,” he mutters, more to himself than you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your shoulder. “Made a mess of you, huh?”
You can’t even answer—just whimper softly, your cheek pressed against his forearm which makes Toji chuckle, low and pleased, pulling out. The sudden emptiness makes your thighs quake, his cum spilling down them almost instantly.
“Tch. Can’t even stand,” he says, but his tone is fond, almost mocking as he scoops you up without warning. You gasp, clinging to his neck, but he just carries you across the room like you weigh nothing.
He sets you down on the bed, spreading your legs with those big, calloused hands. His sharp eyes linger on the mess between your thighs, his grin twitching wider.
“Pretty sight,” he drawls, dragging his thumb through the slick. You flinch at the touch, your body too sensitive, but Toji only leans down, kissing your knee. “Relax. I’ll clean you up.”
It’s surprisingly gentle—the way he wipes you down, muttering something about you being “too fucked out to even move.” But the heat in his gaze doesn’t fade. By the time he’s done, his hand is splayed over your stomach, pinning you to the mattress, his grin lazy and satisfied.
“Next time,” he promises, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I won’t let you tap out so quick.”
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THANK YALL FOR 2K AYEEEE!!! 🙂↕️🎉🎉
LET’S HAVE THE SEX TALK, AY ⭑ .ᐟ
syn ⊹. in which teaching your 150y/o curse boyfriend the ways of the human life (and pleasure) goes surprisingly smooth.
cont ⊹. choso kamo x fem! reader, virgin!choso, oral (giving and receiving), premature ejac, afab!reader, NSFW CONTENT minors dni!!! wc: 1k
a/n⊹. virgin choso save me virgin choso 🙏 i wanted to post this since its been sitting in the drafts for so long omg
“baby, somethin- something’s wrong wit’ me. . .”
the half-curse invokes from your bedroom, his anxious timbre making you rush hurriedly down the hall—only to find him sat on the edge of your shared bed, blushing profusely with a small throw pillow covering his crotch.
ohhh.
you and choso had been together for about 6 months now, yet the two of you never had any sexual encounters, due to the fact that you wanted him to become more adjusted to human life before trying anything. but now with this certain issue at bay, you decided it was finally time.
you took a deep breath before recollecting yourself, taking a cushiony seat next to him, and explained to your boyfriend that what he was experiencing was utterly normal and nothing to be ashamed of.
"jus' make it stop, please. ."
oh, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.
༯ warnings. mature content, fem!reader + toji fushiguro, unprotected sēx, piv, pwp. minors do not interact, please and thank u.
wc. 1.7k (not proofread 🥸)
toji fushiguro is a nice guy.
not in the annoying “i’m a nice guy why won’t women date me” way, but in the “i’ll fix your sink, walk your dog, and probably kill a man for you if you say please” kinda way.
the ex-assassin (and your next door neighbor) is always doing something for someone— mowing the lawn for mrs. takada across the street, teaching the neighborhood kids how to patch a flat tire like he’s not patched gunshot wounds with duct tape before. probably hand-knits blankets for stray cats behind closed doors too.
so when he sees you wrestling with a massive ikea box on your porch that you honestly never stood a chance against in the first place, he doesn’t even hesitate.
“fuck is in here, a whole corpse or somethin’?” he jokes, like he didn’t just pluck the box from your arms, like it was filled with feathers and not the broken promises of swedish furniture.
you give him an airy laugh, wiping sweat from your brow as you tell him it’s your new bed from ikea.
“ikea?” he repeats, like you just told him it really was a corpse in that god forsaken box. “yeah, nah. you’re not building that.”
you blink. “i’m not?”
“uh, did i not just say no? i’ll handle it. don’t want a pretty lil’ thing like you losing a finger over some overpriced planks and an allen wrench.”
and listen. you could’ve argued. you could’ve said you’re an independent woman, with your crappy youtube tutorials and a rusty ol’ hammer.
but instead you just say,
“. . .do you want water or beer?”
WHY SHOULD I BE SAD? (WHEN I COULD JUST FUCK HIS DAD!) ★
ꨄ syn. after your ex-boyfriend cheats on you, you show up at his house only to find out his bum ass isn't there. buuut his dad is, and you see the perfect opportunity to get back— its time for you to move along, goodbye!
ꨄ feat. dilf! kento nanami + fem! reader, pwp, piv, unprotected sēx, improper use of a tie, oral f! receiving), age gap, pússy whipped nanami, choking, hairpulling, voyeurism. mdni.
wc. 3.5k
you knock. three sharp, deliberate raps against the door, knuckles grazing the oak.
the porch light flickers overhead, buzzing lowly as it throws shadows across your bare legs. the hem of your pink velour shorts rides high on your thighs, paired with the matching jacket, zipped halfway down to show a sliver of the white tank top underneath.
you shift your weight to one hip, arms folded tight across your chest, blowing a lazy puff of stray hair that stuck to your glossed lips.
pathetic. you think, glancing around the quiet streets. your (ex!!) boyfriend— still living with his parents like the immature man child he is.
some things just never fucking change.
you shift, scuffing the toe of your sneaker against the welcome mat. welcome, it says in clean, cursive letters. bold of it to assume.
you’re ready to just turn your ass around, already thinking how you were too pretty to be standing on the porch like this for a man who can’t even keep his dick to himself— before the door opens with a soft, weighted click.
and instead of the boy you were verbally (and probably physically) going to skin alive, you got his father.
nanami kento.
he stands framed in the doorway, still in half his work attire. the sleeves of his white dress shirt are pulled up to his elbows, the worn fabric stretching a little too tight over the muscle of his forearms. a navy tie hangs loosely around his neck, brushing ever so slightly against the center of his barely exposed chest.
his honey blonde hair is combed back, a stray hair brushing over the rim of his glasses. he blinks at you once, slow, and you can’t help but blink right back.
he’s hot— hot in that “pays his bills on time” kind of way. in that “he’s obviously bee-keeping age” kind of way. you can clearly see where all the good genes went— definitely didn’t stick with his son.
figures.
“can i help you?” he asked, voice worn around the edges, dragging low across the quiet between you— like he’s been talking all day but you’re the first thing he’s actually looked at.
“i was, uh, looking for your son,” you shrug, voice bittersweet. “but i guess he’s out. . spreading whatever new std he picked up this week.”
nanami’s mouth twitches, not enough to be a smile—not enough to be anything actually, but you still catch it.
“he’s not home, i’m sorry.” he finally says, exhaling through his nose, the sigh barely stirring the thick air between you.
“yeah, me too.” you scoff softly, letting a dry little laugh slip free past your lips before you can stop it.
nanami sighs, glancing out at the empty, paved street, then back at you— standing there in your tiny pink jacket, breath fogging in soft little puffs in the cold, evening air.
and he knows he should shut the door.
tell you to go home, and stop bothering him with his son’s antics.
but instead, nanami looks at you one more time, and the words are already out before he can take them back.
“come inside,” he murmurs, and you blink up at him, surprised. your lashes catch in the dimmed lighting, lips parted because, not gonna lie, you really expected him to scold you for showing up on his doorstep at this hour, not invite you in.
he creaks the door wider with one hand, not moving otherwise.
an invitation, plain and simple— yours if you want it.
and you do.
because why the fuck not.
TYSMM FOR 14K WHAT????
THIS THEME IS GORGEOUS WHATTTTTTTT
GAHHH THANK YOUU MS. PIED 🙈🙈
i absolutely ADORED ur dilf!nanami fic >_< it was so amazinggg 🥹 so.. i was wondering if u could do smth like a little pt. 2?? like e.x i didn't have much in mind except what if it became a daily thing for exes dad n reader to sneak around tgt :33 im yearning to js see more of him!! if u want details or anything pls lmk but id js love more of dad nanami ٩>ᴗ<)و
THANK UU SMSM!! im soso glad u enjoyed it, and AWHEH ur too sweett <33 i definitely will be writing a continuation of dilf! nanami very very soon due to popular demand, so worry nawt
hi, sorry if i’m bothering, but what happened to your bb geto and nerd gojo threesum
hey, ur totally finee, im just reworkin it a bit!! it should be republished soon dw :)
SOUTH AFRICAN JJK WRITER??? MY PEOPLE ! MY PEOPLE
AHHH A FELLOW SOUTH AFRICAN TUMBLRR HEY GIRLL HRUU? 🙈
which one?
biker! toji
biker! sukuna
How about a CEO reader x Gojo/ Sukuna, please? You don't have to, but I'm kinda in the mood for something like that, so I'll really appreciate it if you could! THANKS!! X3
oooou ceo sukuna, ceo sukuna…… i have an idea
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As time goes on, more will be added!
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Technically this should be your fresh start. Moving to Japan as a single mom and getting a regular job, living the peaceful life you've always wanted. But trouble finds you in every corner, taking either the form of those weird monstrous things you catch in a blurry half gaze occasionally, or of that extremely hot single dad, whose son, Megumi is friends with your daughter.
AWHHH THANK YOU SO MUCHHH!! 🥹 i’m sososo glad u enjoyed why should i be sad ohmygoshshs
༯ warnings. mature content, fem!reader + toji fushiguro, unprotected sēx, piv, pwp. minors do not interact, please and thank u.
wc. 1.7k (not proofread 🥸)
toji fushiguro is a nice guy.
not in the annoying “i’m a nice guy why won’t women date me” way, but in the “i’ll fix your sink, walk your dog, and probably kill a man for you if you say please” kinda way.
the ex-assassin (and your next door neighbor) is always doing something for someone— mowing the lawn for mrs. takada across the street, teaching the neighborhood kids how to patch a flat tire like he’s not patched gunshot wounds with duct tape before. probably hand-knits blankets for stray cats behind closed doors too.
so when he sees you wrestling with a massive ikea box on your porch that you honestly never stood a chance against in the first place, he doesn’t even hesitate.
“fuck is in here, a whole corpse or somethin’?” he jokes, like he didn’t just pluck the box from your arms, like it was filled with feathers and not the broken promises of swedish furniture.
you give him an airy laugh, wiping sweat from your brow as you tell him it’s your new bed from ikea.
“ikea?” he repeats, like you just told him it really was a corpse in that god forsaken box. “yeah, nah. you’re not building that.”
you blink. “i’m not?”
“uh, did i not just say no? i’ll handle it. don’t want a pretty lil’ thing like you losing a finger over some overpriced planks and an allen wrench.”
and listen. you could’ve argued. you could’ve said you’re an independent woman, with your crappy youtube tutorials and a rusty ol’ hammer.
but instead you just say,
“. . .do you want water or beer?”