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G.Satoru

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paring: nerdjo x reader

Gojo has been on a rant this whole week. At this point your ears are so used to hearing him babble on about some stupid physics concept that you don’t even register it at first, just go on about your day. It’s day 5 and the white-haired man is following you around your shared apartment and campus like a lost puppy that won’t shut up.

“Y’know, light doesn’t experience time, right?”

You nod

You really don’t know

“Photons travel at c,” he explains casually, his two warm hands on your shoulders, as he walks you back to your apartment. Honestly, you don’t know how he has this much energy to yap your ears off after all his classes. Maybe he is the one who needs to be studied. “If you apply the Lorentz transformation—” he shakes your shoulders up and down trying to put all this information into your brain.

“—The proper time along a lightlike has an interval of zero,”

“Zero time”

“Exactly!” He squeezes your shoulders, clearly pleased. “My girl is learning.”

The whole way through reception and up the elevator to the 20th floor you had to act like you knew all the buzzwords coming out of his mouth, giving the occasional nod and a slight reassuring yes.

You stop outside your apartment door, fumbling in your pocket to find the metal keys. Next to you, Gojo, is still talking about it. Of course he is, why wouldn’t he be?

“And technically,” he continues, pacing slightly while you're struggling to find the keys, “you can’t define a rest frame for a photon because the Lorentz factor y becomes undefined as v approaches c.”

“Mhm”

You’re now searching through the front pocket of your bag, and a small clink is heard on the floor as your lip balm hits the ground. He doesn’t notice.

“—because y equals one over the square root of one minus v squared over c squared, so if v equals c”

A wave of relief fills your body as you firmly grip the keys.

“Then the denominator goes to zero,” you sigh.

He pauses, then smiles.

“…Yes.”

You unlock the door, and he follows behind you immediately, still mid-thought.

“Which means from the photon’s perspective, hypothetically, since ya can’t define one—distance contracts completely along its own direction of travel.”

You take off your shoes.

Then your bag.

You stroll towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and staring blankly. Then the idea of a shower crosses your mind—a way to get away from this Lorentz factor talk.

“Satoru, I'm going to go shower, okay?” You glance up at him. Almost like a puppy his eyes get all big, a small pout on his pink lips. He looked so cute, messy white strands all over the place and his black-framed glasses were low on his nose bridge. It made you want to kiss every inch of his face. He mumbles a breathy “okay.” as you both walk towards the bedroom.

Don't get it wrong, you actually love the way Satoru can't stop talking about his interest, it shows that he's comfortable with you. It's not like he speaks about his interests only, when you have something to say he's all ears, listening to every word you say, paying careful attention to everything you do. He jots everything down in his notes app. Your favorite food, how you like your coffee in the morning, and tea in the evening, and your skin care routine. He even wrote down the “weird” stuff. The times you get clingy want to be as close to him as possible, how many times you kiss him in a day. The most sacred one for him is how many times he can make you cum on his dick in a week. He even makes a graph each month showing the highs and only the highs. And when he presents it to you at the end of each month, you shoo him away a small blush creeping up your face as the man explains that during ovulation week he doesn't even try and you just “so needy all the time.” This results in a pillow being flung at his face.

You step out of the steaming shower, feet against the cold tiles. You're wrapped in a white towel. Water dripping on the floor. You finish your routine and step into the warm dimly lit bedroom, your eyes land on Gojo, his 6'3 " body spread against the white covers, his navy polo slightly lifted revealing his toned V-line. His forearm was over his eyes and he looked so handsome that it physically hurt you.

You crawled onto the soft bed. Gojo lifted his hand to take a peek, his face instantly lighting up as soon as he saw you, welcoming you with open arms. You placed yourself on him, straddling his lap as you played with his snow hair. Gojo stared up at you with a sparkle in his glowing eyes, he placed his hands on your waist, the smell of the expensive shampoo he got you filled his nose as he moved his face deeper into you.

“Mm, hold me closer,” he mumbled into your neck, sniffing you so intently. He placed a soft kiss on your smooth skin. Engulfing himself with your scent.

“Are you finally done with your Lorentz transformation talk?” You slowly roll your hips, his grip on your waist fluttered.

“No, I haven't even finished explaining,” he muttered into your neck.

“Y’ know, Toru. You being so… ya know, smart. It really turns me on .” you whispered into his ear. He suddenly stopped kissing you, face still in your warm neck. Maybe those words affected him because you felt a familiar bulge against your bare cunt. Satoru’s breath hitched against your neck, his lips almost against your skin.

“Say it again.”

“Hm? Say what?” you teased, slowly grinding down on his bulge, his grip will definitely leave marks now by the way he's holding onto you.

“Call me smart again,” he pleaded, he sounded so needy it was almost cute. His warm hands travelled behind your towel on your delicate skin.

You took the towel off tossing it somewhere in the room. Revealing your perky tits, that Satrou adored so much. Almost like an instinct, his mouth latched onto your nipple sucking on it like it was candy.

“You’re such a smart boy,” you drawled, hands palming his slowly through his sweats. His hips twitched forward, and a small whine fell past his lips. “My smart boy, right?” Fuck, he swears you’re going to be the death of him. Your fingers fumbled at his waistband pulling them down. Lo and behold, Satorus hard, leaking cock sprang free, pre-cum oozing out of his blushing tip. Your hand stroked him slowly, thumb teasingly playing with his sensitive slit. His mouth parted slightly, thin strings of saliva connecting them.

“Mhm, ‘m all yours.” He whimpered, it’s almost funny how sensitive he is to your touch, a few strokes and he’s already whimpering. His warm hand crept between your legs, tracing your dripping hole with the edge of his fingers. “Fuhh—fuck, ya so wet already, does me being smart have this much of an effect on you?” He gazed up at you. You just nodded, lining up his cock with your entrance, you slowly sank down, inch by inch. Your smaller hands rested on his toned abs as he stretched you out so good, the pleasure overwhelming your whole body as you finally sank down on him.

Satoru watched in awe, glasses sliding down his nose bridge as your soppy cunt swallowed him whole. His eyes couldn’t leave the way you slowly bounced on his dick. But maybe they could, because he also couldn’t stop watching your tits bounce in his face never missing the opportunity to kiss his “girls.”

“Ya—shit— know this is t-technically a—aah—field interaction?” He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, hands sliding down to your hips guiding you. Your juices were leaking down onto his pelvis, mixing with his neat white pubes. He was already a mess, glasses fogged up from his deep warm breaths, drool slipping down the side of his mouth as he thrusted up into you. Gojo was almost dumb to how big he actually was. Everything about him was big, despite being the biggest nerd you’ve ever met. He was the biggest dick you’ll ever get. The veins on his thick cock dragged against your velvet walls, your pussy clenched around him, he choked out thrusting even deeper into you, bulbous tip hitting the spot that made your brain hazy, and lewd moans fell off your tongue.

“O-oh really? tell me more.” You managed to stutter out, your hips were destroying him, mentally and physically. He felt like he couldn’t even explain one of his favorite theories because you felt too good around him.

“E-everything is fields.” He rumbled, fingers rubbing circles against your clit. You gasped, nails digging into his lower abdomen.

“Electromagnetic fields,”

thrust

“Quantum fields,”

Deeeep thrust

“Even what you think is ‘solid’…” he babbled out, but you were too lost in the feeling of his tip nudging your cervix to even focus. His voice was background noise as you felt yourself shattering around him. And he knew, of course he did. He felt the way your walls fluttered against his throbbing cock, the way your pupils were blown wide, he almost couldn’t see the color of your iris, even with his foggy glasses on.

“Is—hah—mostly ‘mpty space.” He blurted out, you couldn’t take anymore, he sounded so cunning and he made you feel so so so good that tears started brimming at the corners of your eyes. “schooo… good, baby.”

His hands grip your plump ass spreading them open. “R-right now?—” he groaned “the—fuh—fuck, elecs in your a-atoms are—shit, what’s t-the word? repulsing? r-repelling? yeahhh, repelling mine. we a-ain’t actually touching.” His cock twitched inside of you, eyebrows furrowing like he wanted to say something else.

“But, fuck physics.” He murmured “I feel every part of you right now, Charles or whoever the fuck made that bullshit of a theory must’ve never felt your pussy hiccup c-clenching around him.” He panted. Your legs twitched as your pussy gushed on his dick, toes curled as you fell forward onto his rising chest. Catching your breath.

“G-gonna cum.” He whimpered into your ear.

“Please fill me up, Toru, wanna be full of you,” you sobbed into his chest. Satoru hummed, squeezing your ass as warm spurts of cum shot into you, painting your gooey walls white. His thrust slowed down, and globs of sticky liquid escaped your fluttering hole, making a mess between your already wet thighs and his pelvis. The room was filled with the slight sound of heavy breathing and rain tapping the roof, until Satoru opened his mouth.

“Ya did so good for me, sweets.” He whispered

You were far too tired to even nod your head. But you wrapped your hand around his, holding it in a tight embrace.

“Do you hear the rain?” He said drawing shapes on your back.

“Mhm, sounds nice.” You muttered into his chest.

“Terminal velocity depends on the-“ you cut him off by placing a finger to his lips.

“Shhhh, listen to the rain, smart boy.” You yawed slowly closing your eyes.

Gojo smiled softly.

You fell asleep to the gentle and steady taps of rain, well Gojos mind was flowing with rain theories, but he didn’t say them. He wants his precious girl to get her beauty rest.

a/n: on my life I’m writing Toji next

[tojipie]

happy valentines day! : toji gets a one night only pass to indulge in his biggest fantasy.

18+ smut, anal (fem recieving), fingering, toys, rimming, creampie :P

toji doesn't think anything of it when you sit down on the couch next to him, back straight as a board with your hands wringing the life out of your sleeves.

you've practiced this talk a million times in your head. did the necessary and quite frankly unbearably tedious prep you needed to. bought the proper supplies to aid the both of you on your little adventure. all that's left to do was to come out and say it.

"thought we could try that thing you've been asking for tonight." you offer casually.

toji's face drops like he's just had his year made and ruined all at the same time. he turns to you, immediately abandoning whatever game he'd been so intent on coming home early to watch.

"no fucking way." he breathes.

spending valentines day with you was already more than he could've hoped for, but this? anal was something he'd been begging you to try for months, it was natural to be skeptical with you suddenly handing it to him on a silver platter.

his hands come up near your shoulders, reaching forward but not actually touching you, like he's scared you'll change your mind if he makes any sudden moves.

"are you fucking kidding me?" his eyebrows are raised so far they're practically invisible behind his fringe. he fights a smile, willing his excitement down just in case you're not actually referring to what he thinks you are.

you nod, fighting a smile. "got us some lube and stuff yesterday. thought it'd be fun."

toji smiles so wide you're afraid he'll split the scar on his lips. he squeezes his eyes shut, then shakes his head, quickly sobering up.

"I know you're fucking with me." he reasons, drawing his hands back to cross his arms over his chest. tongue pressing up against the inside of his cheek as he thinks it over. "pretty shit joke to make."

"i'm not joking." you groan, nudging him with your shoulder. toji's eye twitches like he's holding in a hundred different reactions. he must finally believe you because he stands faster than you can register, wiggling two strong arms under the backs of your thighs to hoist you up and into his bedroom.

he kicks the door behind him a little harder than necessary. the world turns on its axis as he sets you down on the bed with a grunt, flipping you onto your stomach.

"okay! clam down." you laugh, feeling him climb over you.

"calm down?" he huffs. "you tell me you want my dick in your ass and then expect me to be calm? fuck off." you realize he might have a point.

strong hands rub their way up and down your sides leisurely. he leans in slowly, staying silent until that bundle of scar tissue on his lips is flush with your sensitive ear.

"right here?" he questions, voice low and greedy. he brings his thumb down to settle in the dip of your ass through your pajama bottoms, right over your other hole. "want me to fuck you right in here?"

you do, and you make sure to let him know, arching your back so his thumb presses down a little harder. you've done things to each other in this room that would make even the devil blush. it's a miracle you hadn't gotten to anal sooner.

"fuck." toji groans. he sits back on his haunches just enough so his other hand can undo his belt. "how long?"

how long have you wanted him to fuck your other hole? well that was a hard one. you can't remember a time where you weren't at least interested in the idea of it. valentines day just seemed like a good time to finally let off that steam.

"couple months." you admit softly, already drifting off into that pliant headspace you love so much. toji swears under his breath, reaching to ruck his shirt off of his body and onto the floor.

the sound of skin against fabric clues you in that he's already pulled his cock out. two thick fingers curl into the waistband of your bottoms and panties, pulling the fabric down just the slightest bit until it rests snugly underneath the swell of your ass.

“yeah? wanted my dick in there this whole time?” the wet sound of his fist is a telltale sign that he’s already leaking all over from himself.

if toji was this turned on just from rubbing you through your clothes, you can’t imagine how he’d be once he got his dick in you. two calloused hands guide your knees forward until your ass is as far in the air as it’ll go.

only, his breath stutters in his chest, because the new angle has you spread just wide enough to reveal the little plug holding you open.

“don’t do this to me.” he pleads, sounding so utterly devastated in the best way. toji lets his index run over the bejeweled center, pressing in just the slightest bit to see you squirm. he strokes himself a little faster

“fuck. did you have this in all day?”

you nod with a giggle, spreading your knees a little wider so he can get a good view of your dripping pussy too. you look back only for a moment and catch a glimpse of him practically fucking his fist to you, hips jutting back and forth like he just can't help himself.

“all day? even when we were shopping?” his thumb slides down to rub over your slit the same way he has a million times.

“even then.” you admit shyly.

he curses again, louder this time. you clench around the plug in response.

toji takes a moment to appreciate the sight in front of of him. he lets his tongue lathe over the smooth skin of your ass, testing the give of each cheek in his hands like they're worth their weight in gold. the angle has you spread wide enough where he doesn't need to spread you.

you moan when he fastens to fingers around the plug and removes it slowly, cock still encircled by his sticky fist. he hasn't even taken his jeans off yet, opting to touch himself through the gap his undone zipper leaves.

toji dives in and licks over your hole softly with a hum, taking you by surprise. the sensation is so much different than getting your pussy ate. there's something about how warm his mouth is. even the plug didn't feel this good jostling around in you all day.

toji’s usually rough. the type to take what he wants until you’re red and needy at both ends. but there’s a certain tenderness to him tonight. like the thought alone of having access to this part of you is something not to be taken lightly.

“first man to get my tongue in here, aren’t i?” he grumbles, patting your thigh almost lovingly. you hum and let yourself melt into the pillows.

his tongue continue it's journey, dipping in and out of your hole while his fingers play with your clit. the noises you're making must be too much for him to handle, because the hand he was using to stroke himself is firmly clasped around his base to keep his orgasm at bay.

he presses a final kiss to your hole before pulling away, reaching to flip you onto your back. strong hands shuck your clothes off of your body like the mere fact of them still being on is an offense.

toji already looks ruined, and you haven't even touched him yet.

he almost looks a little pathetic. cheeks dusted pink, hair a mess, collarbones glistening with sweat. you might've underestimated just how into this he'd be. you don't even remember him taking off his bottoms, but they're gone too.

the plug and his tongue must've done a decent job at stretching you out, because his finger meets no resistance as it slides to the hilt. you feel so full and you haven't even gotten to the main course yet. toji must catch onto your train of thought because he laughs, throwing your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle.

"feeling good?" he questions.

you nod, rocking back on the digit as pleasure burns its way through your body. whatever he's doing right now feels amazing.

"tell me." he commands, letting a thin string of spit dribble down from his lips onto your pussy. the liquid slips through your folds and down to where his finger disappears inside of you, joining the mix.

"feels so good." you sigh, taking the time to appreciate how his muscles flex every time he withdraws his hand.

"atta girl."

you feel a slight burn as your rim fights to accommodate a second finger.

"toji, lube!" you whine, squirming as he presses up to his first knuckle

"no need." he says casually, swiping through your folds to bring the slick down towards your rim. he lets more spit fall onto, and despite your initial disgust, it actually helps soothe the resistance.

"see? i know what i'm doing." he reassures. you're up to three fingers in no time, breathing through the feeling of your ass being stretched further than it ever has.

shockwaves of pleasure zing through your core and up the length of your spine like lightning. you feel hot all over, fighting the urge to say fuck it and let him slide home right then and there.

toji retreats once you whine that you've had enough, wiping his fingers on the inside of your thigh with a sleazy grin. he takes himself in his palm and lets his hard cock lay against your abdomen, almost like he's measuring where he'll hit once he's balls deep. toji quirks a brow, then looks back up at you like he's come to a consensus.

"where's that lube?"

"i thought you knew what you were doing." you whine impatiently.

"yeah. i do, and my dick's gonna split you in half. so find me some lube." he huffs, letting you fumble underneath each pillow until you finally produce the little bottle you'd placed there this morning. y'know just in case.

he guides your thighs on either side of his hips, squirting a generous amount of the cold liquid right where you need it most. you flinch at the temperature difference, your hot skin thrumming underneath the layer of icy gel.

toji squirts a dollop onto his shaft for good measure and lines himself up with you hole.

"big stretch, baby. hold onto me."

"careful." you wince. you moan as soon as the blunt pressure of his tip breaches your rim, pushing past that ring of resistance until just the head is inside of you.

toji's breathing so hard you think he might pass out.

"shit, pretty girl." he forces out, leaning down to over the curve of your neck like it'll keep him from blowing his load to soon. "you know how tight you are down here?"

you hook your legs around him and pull him a little further in, just to test how deep he can go. toji must love that because the noise he gives you is so loud you're almost positive the whole building heard him.

"oh my god, oh my god." he whispers. eyes firmly shut. "fuck, stop moving before i cum."

you oblige, as fun as it would be to have him fill you up, you'd much rather let him fuck you before he does.

"sorry." you giggle. you press a kiss to the tip of his nose for good measure.

you two of you stay stagnant for a moment, and toji's eyes slowly blink open. his pupils are so far blown only a thin ring of jade is left around the edges. his eyes quickly flit down to where your bodies meet, then back up again.

"can't believe you're letting me do this." he slurs. all you can do is lie there, helpless to the ministrations of his hips while the both of you chase your orgasms. you waste no time reaching down to your center to thumb over your clit, desperately trying to reach that high you've been searching for.

you've long gotten used to the off feeling of having stuff up your butt today, and thank god for that, because toji's dick is so big you're not sure there's a single inch inside of you that lies untouched.

he's nearly at the point where his balls are pressed up against your taint, and the thought alone it's sticky, and fast, and unbelievably pleasurable. his hands shake where they dig into your hips, and his chest is so flushed you'd think he'd just run a mile.

"i'm not gonna last." he stutters. "fuck, I can't."

"do it." you tell him, guiding his hand off of your waist and up to your little bud. toji takes the hint immediately and rubs circles into the bundle of nerves, lip pinched between his teeth in concentration.

you break first with a cry, feeling your orgasm wash over you in tremendous, earth shattering waves. heat creeps up your core into your chest, and out toward your limbs. you must tighten tenfold because toji stiffens with a hoarse noise only the heat of your body could pull out of him.

it starts with a dribble, then more. soon, he's filling you up in long, milky spurts, letting himself drain into you like his own soul is leaving his body.

toji mumbles praises to you as you both struggle to come down from your highs. were anal orgasms a thing? this one almost felt longer than usual, stronger too.

"beautiful girl, fuck." he grumbles into your neck. "always taking care of me."

you praise him in return, letting him lathe over your collarbones and the tops of your breasts while you gather your bearings. you're suddenly so much more aware of the soreness in between your legs now that you're not hyped up on endorphins.

oh well, worth it.

"that's gonna be a bitch to clean." he states plainly, rolling over on the bed to pull you into his arms gently.

"yeah I'm sure you'd know. you made the mess." you huff, shoving him off of your playfully.

"tightest ass I've ever fucked y'know." he jokes.

"alright, you ruined it. get up." you laugh, shoving him in the direction of the shower with a foot to his back.

[gravelocked]

nagi teasing you with your voodoo doll !

it was a bright day, but any day regardless of the weather is a boring day for nagi seishiro if you’re not there.

you’re at work, the bane of his existence. why can’t you just stay at home and cuddle with him? his monthly salary of being a pro athlete is enough to feed you both for years, and that’s just his monthly salary.

“booorinngg..” nagi grumbled, flopping over on his side on the bed, he then suddenly remembered that one doll he bought from that shady shop on the side of the road. what was it again? vodo? voodoo? yeah, voodoo.

he stretched all his tendons and ligaments to reach his bedside drawer and tug it open to fish out that little doll. it looked similar to you in an uncanny way..buttons for eyes, cloth body stuffed with cotton and yarn in the color of your hair.

perfect.

nagi began simple, he didn’t quite believe in it just yet so he started pinching the sides of the doll, tugging roughly on the arm, poking the eye. then, his phone rang.

he picked up, “sei’ baby, i think i’m dying.” your voice rang from the other side. “how so?” nagi stopped his ministrations on the doll and immediately heard a sigh of relief from your side, “my waist was killing me, it felt like my arm was going to get ripped off and my right eye was burning, i couldn’t open it for shit.”

“ah.” nagi sounded, running a finger down the doll’s thigh. a low whimper crackled from your end and nagi smirked.

“gotta go—” you were about to drop the call when nagi cut you off, “stay. just a little while?” his voice was a needy pitch which melted your heart so how were you supposed to deny him? “okay.” you confirmed, nodding your head like nagi could see it.

he ran a finger down the doll’s crotch bluntly, a high-pitched whimper came from your end. guess this thing really worked, huh?

nagi pressed his fingertips to the doll’s crotch, curling it inside the soft cotton interior, imagining your hot gummy walls instead.

“ah fuck—baby, i really gotta go.” you managed to voice out, nagi curled his fingers just right, eliciting a keening cry from you.

“facetime.” nagi demanded, a moment passed and suddenly nagi’s face was on your screen.

nagi could see everything, the way your face was scrunched up, lips parted and bitten raw. it sent a thrill coursing down his spine, settling in his cock which was stirring to life in his pants.

nagi waved the doll around on the screen, “look.” he grabbed one of the doll’s hand and waved it, “hi.”

“what’s that?” you whispered weakly, clutching your lower stomach, trying your absolute best to appear normal. “a voodoo doll.”

“of who?”

“of you.”

your eyes widened momentarily before you brushed it away, thinking nagi was just joking around. “ah, very funny.”

nagi’s lips pursed into a pout and he pulled his fingers out of the doll, you gasped sharply and threw your head back.

“believe me now?” nagi tilted his head to the side, pushing his fingers back into the doll, eliciting a keening cry from you.

“o-okay! i believe you—but, no more—” you bucked your hips up into the air, nagi pulled his fingers out of you and for a moment you thought he would stop.

but,

he positioned the doll above his face, long pink tongue darting out to lap at the opening on the doll. you felt it all in real time, his tongue dragging along your slick, puffy folds.

“seiii, pleaseee..” you whined, leaning against the wall for leverage. “i have to go back to work..”

nagi ignored your pleas, instead shoving his tongue into the doll, tasting bitter cotton but the sweet moan you let out after was enough to have him rolling his eyes back.

you clenched tight around nagi’s tongue, your juices dampening the fabric of your panties, trickling down your inner thigh.

you couldn’t hold it anymore, on the brink of an orgasm, you felt it hurtling through your system.

you clamped a palm over your mouth as you came in your pants, eyes rolling. “fuccckk—” you moaned high, nagi pulled his tongue out of you.

“that was fun.” he remarked, but before you could scold him, he dropped the call with a small “bye.”

a/n: wtf is a vooodooo doll is it real

2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.

[moechies-deactivated20260306]

kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #2 ; size kink w shidou ryuusei .ᐟ

dear diary ♡,

ugh! ryuusei is so crude ! :( i want to act like a hate it, but he always catches on when i get nervous or shy at his antics and it’s soooo embarrassing! he knows me in and out (literally) especially when we’re havin’ sex. he’s running his mouth, always making fun of how wet aroused i get and how my ‘cunt clenches around nothing like a slut?!’ he doesn’t have to say it out loud… i can’t help but get so shy around him — my own boyfriend! is that so bad!? i think his physique also makes me nervous… >< ryuusei is so tall and so beefy ♡ he always catches me staring! i think he could launch me across the room if he wanted to! i better be careful…

“look at how small this pussy is compared to my dick. are ya gonna cry when i fuck this pretty pussy?” shidou hums, pressing his tip up against your chubby folds, and then comparing his cock against your tummy. a low whistle leaves his lips, accompanied by a cocky chuckle, watching the bulbous heap of his tip nudge against your belly button.

“s—shut up ryuu! y’r n-not that big..” you bite, words faltering when you realize the awfully dumb and bold statement that had unconsciously fallen from your lips. he quirks his head with a grin — it’s hilarious to hear you say that from below him, his body hovering over the entirety of yours and his hand damn near the size of your womb.

“that’s funny.” he gloats, sharp canines making an appearance when he flashes a smile. "you really think so?" his cock slips against your folds, folded upwards as he leans down besides you, hot breath felt in between the soft concave of your collar and jaw. you twitch when he gives your neck a soft nip, hot breath tickling the peachy thin hairs on the shell of your ear.

“y’r g’na see just how big i am when i fuck this pussy till it tears.”

he whispers into the shell of your ear, giving your neck another soft nip accompanied by a nibble from his sharp canines.

“go away! y’b—big fat brute.” you hiss weakly, ignoring the way your cunt clenches around nothing at his crude words. you look away, purposefully ignoring the heavy gaze set on your face to avoid his confrontation — putting up your strongest facade to avoid his humiliation. “look at me.” he growls, fingers pressed into your jaw to turn you to him.

you whine, small, shaky hands pushing weakly at his heavy chest, his skin soft and glowy to the touch after hours of being drenched in sweat. “what, y’scared?” he quips, laying his body down onto yours, enveloping you into his warmth.

he reaches his hand below to take yours into his, pressing a thumb into the apple of your palm before giving it a damp kiss. “give ryu a kiss.” shidou presses his lips onto yours at the same time his fat tip nudges in between your folds, prodding against the very hole he needs to be in -- you need him to be in. you feel his warm pre leaking into your slit, dirtying your slit.

he’s amused at the way you whine into his mouth, trying so hard to wriggle away under his heavy weight and push him away again — but he knows how much you love this. how much you love the power he holds over you, and how easily he can have you under him with a sleazy kiss and a few rubs to your little pussy. “don’t be scared, doll.” he mumbles against your lips.

you hate the way he chuckles when you moan into his mouth, your nails digging into his bicep when he attempts to shove his way in. “ryuusei,” you cry, throwing your head bad when you feel the bridge of his cock head fully enter your swollen pussy — your warm folds enveloping him so perfectly, yet wanting to resist him at the same time -- it makes him dizzy. “big, t—too big, help—“

“but y’r takin’ me so perfect. it can't be too big, sweet thing.” shidou thrusts gently, and oh -- you feel every single fucking inch of him. the way his slit drags against your velvety walls, and the scattered veins decorated on the first mere inches of his shaft. every single hump of his prettily decorated cock -- you feel everything.

“don’t,” you cry, feeling the tip of his cock fucking against your walls ever-so slowly. “i’ll cum!”

“on my fuckin’ tip?” he lets out a boasty laugh, pace quickening despite the shaft of his cock you’ve yet to take. “you’re not good at this, doll.”

“no,” you mewl, breaths heavy as you pant. his hand reaches under your tank top, pulling at your pert nipple — sucking it though your thin shirt. his saliva coats the fabric, seeping through to your areola as you twitch incessantly. "wan' cum, cum--"

"stupid, stupid girl. y'braindead on my fuckin' tip? d'ya even have anythin' going on inside that little head of yours?"

"ryuu, ryuu--"

"yeah," he drags out, mumbling against your tit before giving it a mean nip. he urges his hips further against yours, pushing in more cock than you had been anticipating and it makes you scream--

"ryuu--! f-full, s'full, please,"

he knows how hard this is on his sweet girl -- way to much for her and her pliant little body to bare. that's what makes this so fun, so damn great.

"hey . . this little body was made f’me, ‘s i’m gonna need you to act like it ‘nd take it, c'mon. endure it, my doll." he growls, huge arms wrapping under and around yours, pinning you tight against the soft mattress. he envelops your body with a swift grasp, completely hidden under his grasp as if he were protecting you from everything else that has ever existed ever -- like a maternal bear would her cub. you yelp, throwing your head back under his hold as he presses further into your pussy mercilessly, tuning out your cries and whines for him to slow. "fuckin' mine. mine, all mine."

"n'more!" you cry out in stutters, feeling his plump, damp balls press against your ass, cunt stretched beyond belief with little thought left in your head. your folds are spread impossibly wide, struggling to endure all of the man as you warm him. "fuck, shit. w'na stay with my girls forever. just like this." he hisses, pressing a fervor kiss to your lips. he cracks an eye open, met with your low-lidded ones, pupils heavily dilated.

your drowning in each other's sweat, your entire bodies clad against one another. it's so damn hot you might fucking explode -- your remnants would consist of a million beating hearts dedicated to your boyfriend--

"'m the only one that'll ever make you feel like this. don't forget that, dumb fuckin' girl."

[oikyawa]

sae loves it when you're sitting on his lap. but he almost never initiates it.

you’re always the one plopping yourself onto his lap like he's a chair, but he always allows it. he moves you a little so that you're both comfortable and wraps an arm around your waist and resumes whatever he was doing.

he never admits that he likes it when you sit on his lap, but his actions say otherwise.

his arms always wrap around you the second you’re sat. and he holds you tight so you’ll stay as long as possible, and he sometimes stops what he’s doing so his attention is fully on you. even if you aren’t focusing on him.

he will never ever directly ask you to sit on his lap, but he’ll pat his thighs until you get the memo and walk towards him, and when you sit down. his lips curl up into the tiniest, barely noticeable smile.

you’ve tried asking him if he likes it multiple times, but he always flat out denies it, or he doesn't say anything at all.

‘sae?’ ‘what,’ ‘do you like it when i sit on your lap?’ you're straddling his lap, his arms draped around your waist. he doesn’t say anything, but you see how he’s trying his hardest not to blush a little. his head slightly tilted away from you.

that’s how you know it’s a yes.

sae really likes having you in his lap, even if he doesn’t admit it.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i bring you another sae drabble! will write the other option for this poll too, don't worry (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

sae drabble’s

[mysweetrisa]

Rin loves biting things. No matter what it is— the second it’s in his vicinity and Rin is oh-so sureee that nobody is watching him he’ll start nibbling on it. Whether it be the hem of his football jersey or the stick of a popsicle, trust me when I say that it’ll definitely be coated in his drool when he’s done with it.

This habit of his even extends from shirts and sticks to you. A living breathing person.

You like to refer to yourself as one of Rin’s victims. One of his many victims.

Occasionally, when you're casually scrolling on your phone, not really paying any attention to your surroundings Rin will sneak up on you. Stand still for a second while he watches you in your element. His eyes narrow before he goes in for a taste.

You feel Rins tongue drag across your neck, preparing the area and before you can even let out a sound—

Chomp.

He’ll bite down.

“Seriously Rin, what are you doing?” You sigh as you close your phone.

Still with his teeth sunk into your skin he tries to string together a sentence. As if you can understand him. “Ahm bihin yu” (I’m biting you).

“And why are you biting me?”

“Ahm juhf hunghr” (I’m just hungry).

However Rin's unexpected yet adorable biting habit can be of help at times. Regardless of how perverse it is. You reached the conclusion that Rin’s problem isn’t biting but actually a need for oral stimulation. Even if that stimulation comes from rather lewd ways, anyway—

His little quirk even shines through during his countless matches. It’s something he’s well known for at this point— “the sticking out his tongue when he becomes extremely focused” thing he does. 

A chuckle would typically escape your lips when you’d see the expressions of Rin’s teammates and foes alike morph into that of distress. Either at the magnificent performance he’s about to pull off or that his tongue is hanging out in the open.

One day you hope to gather up everybody who’s gone through remotely anything that has to do with Rin and his mouth— biting, his tongue slipping out or all the harsh words he spews out and form a “Victims of Itoshi Rin” alliance. Fingers crossed that it’ll be enough to put an end to his reign of terror.

[tojiflakes]

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 Roommate!Gojo ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Cw: MDNI! kissing, dirty talk, Ryomen Sukuna cameo, the smallest bit of nipple play, swearing, masturbation, praise. mentions of a whip, roommate au, Sexualization of reader, Gojo lwk delusional asf & freak. Oral( m & f receiving). Foot massage…?

Roommate!Gojo is a little bit of a Pervert. He wouldn’t call himself that, though — he just likes getting to know you!

Sukuna sees right through him. Every time he’s over playing video games, he points out how Gojo’s eyes follow you when you walk into the kitchen to grab a snack. Or the way Gojo hugs you just a little too long, hands sliding down before stopping right above your ass. Sukuna’s right, and Satoru knows it.

“Dude, you’re fuckin’ whipped.” The tattooed man snorts from across the couch, PS controller in hand.

Gojo only rolls his eyes, gaze staying on the screen. “I’d let her whip me,” he grins.

“For fuck’s sake, Gojo.” Sukuna drops his controller onto his lap, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s physically pained.

The jingle of keys outside the apartment snaps Gojo back to reality. His head turns just in time to see you push the door open, sandals clicking against the cold floor. You struggle to close it with your hips, grocery bags dangling from your arms.

“Oh, Sukuna, I didn’t know you were coming over,” you say as you set the bags on the counter.

He grunts something that barely counts as acknowledgment and goes back to his game. Gojo, however, can’t stop staring — admiring how cute you look even while unpacking groceries.

“Satoru, I got your favourite kikufuku mochi! It was on sale — buy four for two… or something like that,” you smile at him, that cute smile that makes his heart flutter and ears burn. “Hope you enjoy.”

He blinks, then smiles softly. “Thank you, sweet girl. Y’just made my day.”

Sukuna nearly gags watching him melt like that. His friend has become a love-sick zombie, and he hates every second of it. Gojo’s gaze follows your hips as you walk into your bedroom and close the door.

“I swear, if you don’t go get your fuckin’ girl, I’ll—”

“Relax, Sukuna,” Gojo leans back, smirking. “She ain’t even my girl… yet.”

Sukuna sighs and mutters something under his breath, annoyed beyond belief. But all that talking has Gojo’s mind wandering — drifting back to every moment you’ve made his heart stutter.

Every time you’ve looked so pretty it almost hurt. All the times he’s been sure, absolutely sure, that you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Like when you get all dolled up for brunch with your friends, wearing a sundress that hugs you jusssst right, asking innocently if you look good. And all the compliments he wants to say get stuck in his throat before he chokes out a simple, “You look beautiful.”

The times when he wishes he could just bend you over and fuck you breathless till his seed is spilling out of you.

He swears he’s going insane, because everything you do reminds him of how good he could treat you. How he’d smother you in kisses while you cooked. Slowly strolling up behind you, hands sliding under your shirt to gently cup your tits. Murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

“C’mere, baby. Let’s have some fun, yeah?”

He’d spin you around, watching your face scrunch into that adorable pout because he’s distracting you. Before you can scold him about burning dinner, he’d kiss you slow, deep — almost claiming. Cold hands traveling under the shirt you stole from him. He doesn’t mind; seeing you swallowed up in his clothes did something to his fuzzy brain.

His hands squeezing your breasts, fingers rolling your semi-hard nipples between them, making you arch into him. His warm mouth still on yours, kissing like you belonged to him.

“Mmph—Toru, t-the—mmm, the f-food…” you’d manage to murmur, but he wouldn’t care. Not when he’s chasing the taste of your cherry lip gloss on his tongue.

He’d imagine picking you up by your thighs, carrying you to his room, switching the stove off behind him and gently placing you on the soft white bed.

“I jus’ wanna make you feel good,” he’d whisper before sliding between your thighs. Pressing his face against your cotton shorts, inhaling the scent of your pussy with a desperate groan. Slowly pulling them off, moving your panties aside and licking a long stripe over your sensitive clit, leaving you shuddering.

He’d spend the whole night pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you — at least four, maybe even more. And when you tug at his white locs, he’d only go deeper, coming up for air before sticking his two long digits into your leaking cunt. His thumb would press down on your sensitive clit, just enough pressure to make you squirm as he scissors his fingers inside of you. Your slick and his spit pooling together on the mattress.

But that’s just the dream. His dreams.

Real life gives him enough fuel to lose his mind.

Like in the summer, when it’s too hot to breathe and the fan is useless. You walk out of your room in the tiniest shorts imaginable, doing absolutely nothing to hide the curve of your ass. Gojo stares a little too long before you turn to complain about the heat and how you wish you could go to the pool.

Now he’s thinking about you in a bikini. A tiny one. Sitting pretty by the water. Maybe, just maybe, you’d ask him to help you apply sunscreen.

Or when you wear that baby blue top, and his eyes betray him, drifting down your shirt as you rant about your annoying lab partner. You simply have no idea, and it kills him.

The time you two were sitting on the couch watching some goofy sitcom you turned on. You flop your legs over his thighs without a thought in the world, munching away on buttery popcorn.

This is the Gojo Satoru — Satoru that dreams about you. The Gojo Satoru who would kiss the floor you walk on. So why would he waste the chance to touch you?

He slowly brings his calloused hands to massage your feet.

“Ahh, that feels nice, Toru. Keep going,” you sigh, relaxing into him.

But he’s not focused on the stupid massage — he’s way more focused on the way you say his name. Soft and sweet. Enough to send heat straight down his spine, all the way to his dick. He shifts, trying to hide the tent in his pants, but you’re already half-asleep anyway, head lolling to the side, hand still in the popcorn bowl. All cute and clueless.

And he stares for long.

Wayyy too long.

So later, around midnight, when you’re fast asleep, he can’t help but release some pent-up energy. He’s throbbing, his veiny hand rubbing himself through his sweatpants to at least feel some friction, until he finally slips his hand inside his boxers and pulls out his rosy cock.

His blushing tip is already leaking, bubbling with pre-cum. He brushes his thumb over his slit, spreading the gooey liquid all over his tip.

He strokes himself slowly at first, breath hitching as he thinks about you — the way you say his name, the little things you do that make his heart throb.

“Hah—fuck, sweets… y-you don’t know what you do t’me…”

His strokes speed up, cock twitching in his hand. And then he’s imagining you — your small hand wrapped around him, your lips kissing up his length, giving his tip a teasing smooch before taking him into your tight throat. Looking up at him with those pretty eyes till tears brim in the corners.

You’d pull back with a pop, licking up the side of his cock. One hand massaging his balls and the other jerking him off. He’d watch in awe as your spit trickled down his length. A small smirk forming on your face as you sped up your face just to tease him.

He’d guide you, fingers intertwined in your hair, voice low and soft.

“Fuck… you’re such a good girl for me, hm?”

His hips buck into his hand, thighs trembling as he chases his release. He thinks he’s moaning so loud that you could surely hear him from across the hall. The soft, wet squelches could be heard throughout his dimly lit room.

Then it hits — hard.

His abs twitch, every muscle in his toned thighs flexing as his creamy load spills all over his knuckles and lower abdomen, a low groan tearing from his chest.

Breathless, he falls back against the cotton sheets, eyes shut tight.

God, if you ever saw him like this…

You’d probably laugh at him for being such a dirty boy. But how could he? His pretty little roommate is such a tease, whether she knows it or not

Thank you  @/enchanthings for divider & @cursed-carmine

Banner art by yamada_souko on twt.

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[crescentascove]

LOVE LUST SICK | one shot. smut. GN! Reader. dom/sub. dom reader. degradation. use of "whore". wc. 1.6k

OTOYA was always a free spirit. Commitment was never his thing and neither were long term relationships. What was the point really? He's young, no use in settling down when there are so many people he could just have fun with. He remembers his first 'girlfriend' who in reality was just someone he fucked every now and then. A sappy, innocent, and sickingly sweet romance wasn't for him.

OTOYA thought things with you would be no different. You seemed like the perfect person for him too. Cute face, hot body he could never take his eyes off of, sexy voice, and not looking for anything serious from what he's heard. So when he saw you at a party one night, all alone, he wasn't gonna let the moment slip past. He started the conversation with the usual.

"Do I know you? You seem familiar." Of course you don't know him personally say you say no. Then the kicker comes in. "Weird. I'd remember a pretty face like yours."

It works every time without fail.

Except this time.

OTOYA didn't see the rejection coming. You said a simple "good try." with a chuckle before taking a sip of your drink and walking away. Damn. He'd never been rejected like that before. He's a charmer, his charisma is unmatched but none of that mattered to you.

And goodness was that so hot to him.

OTOYA had to admit the little game of cat mouse you two had going on was fun for a few weeks. His antics never stopped, no instead they got increasingly worse. He'd slide into your DM's every now and then.

"Hey pretty." It was always, pretty, gorgeous, beautiful. But no amount of flattery could make you give in. Instead you just leave on him read or send a thumbs down emoji. He found your lack of response inviting, enticing even.

"Cruel to live me on read like that."

He'd like every picture you post on insta, damn near liked every story. Followed you on tiktok, liked everything you post and even sometimes your reposts. Otoya didn't care if he came off as desperate.

You had this man wrapped around your finger with no way out.

Until he finally found a way to 'win'.

OTOYA is a master at this game. He gave you all the attention until he took it away. At first you thought finally, he found someone else to torment. You thought you'd be relived. Until you saw him making out him with some random chick at another party. He didn't even look into it, he's not even focused on the poor girl he's currently swapping spit with. No, he's looking at you.

Jealousy digs a pit in your stomach. What you were jealous of, no clue, it's not like he's yours. Hell this is what you wanted.

But it's not what you needed. Seeing the guy everyone admirers, everyone wants to fuck, on his knees was what you needed.

By the glare from your eyes Otoya knew he had you, hook line and sinker. When the girl asked to go somewhere private he just declines, telling her she's a horrible kisser and he doubts sex would be any better.

Harsh? Yes. But he doesn't care. The only thing he cares about right now is getting in your pants and the plan has just started.

OTOYA wasn't surprised to see you come play spin the bottle with his group of friends. He knew he'd get you curious eventually, it was only a matter of time. But what he didn't realize, when the bottle landed on you, was that he had no clue was he just got himself into.

OTOYA thought the second the closet door closed you'd be on him instantly. Hell you only have seven minutes alone. But you don't jump his bones. Rather you walk up to nice and slow, close and personal, eyes dark and sinful and place a hand on his chest. Your touch against his body gives him shivers, all of the built up desire from the anticipation swirling in his stomach.

"Looks like we're all alone..." He whispers, stare trapped by yours. "So...you gonna finally accept defeat?"

He expected a yes, but you laugh gently and shake your head. "You expect me to come crawling to you like a jealous groupie?" Your hand on his chest travels down his shirt, caressing his abs and stopping right at his belly button. "I don't think so."

"Oh yeah? That hand of yours and the look in your eyes say something different." His hands find your hips, thumbs pressed against your waist. "Why don't you tell me the truth. Go on."

He's cocky. Confident you'll cave because everyone does eventually. When your other and comes up to his cheek, warm and soft, what you say next is a complete left turn.

"You're so pathetic." You say, sweet voice but words full of venom. It should be demeaning. He should've took offense. But he didn't.

That just turned him on more.

"Blowing my phone up. Liking everything I post and even repost. You even kissed some poor girl just to make me jealous. You must have no fucking shame like a damn slut." Fuck, if every word you're saying isn't going to his dick then it's going straight to his head. Living there rent free for the rest of his life. Sure people have been rude to him before but this isn't rude.

It's degrading and it's hot.

"So be honest. Go on. Say your a manwhore and I'll give you only a taste of what you want." You thumb against his cheek moves down to his bottom lip, swiping slowly back and forth. Otoya expected a quick fuck session with a hot person, not with the damn devil. But he's not complaining.

OTOYA says it so fast. The words "I'm a whore." leaves his lips with a quickness that surprises even himself. The sinful grin on your lips damn near makes him weak in the knees. It's only when you tilt his chin down slightly and kiss him so sensually slow he whimpers for the first time in his life. You're too good of a kisser, tongue swirling around his too skilled, and your teeth biting his bottom lip too teasing.

It's not just your lips that have him drunk on lust and rock fucking hard, it's your hands touching his body like you own it. Groping the muscle of his chest, his biceps, nails dragging up and down his back. When you kiss his neck he moans a little too loud, the music outside loud enough to hide it but not from you. You teeth sink into his skin gently and his grip on you tightens, holding you like you're not the one pleasantly tormenting him right now.

OTOYA swears he could cum in his pants when you palm his hard cock through his pants. He'd never been this close this damn early before. Hell he's usually the one in control, the one making the other feel small and used. And yet, here he is, moaning like a damn virgin with your hand down his pants and lips lazy against his. The pleasure from your touch is immense but your words makes it all feel ten times better.

"Aren't you so pretty like this. Pathetic and about to cum in your pants from a one minute hand job. Thought you were a fuckboy not a virgin?" You whisper against his ear before capturing the lobe between your teeth. "So tell me, which one is it."

"I-I'm not- oh shit....a fucking virgin...ohh fuck." He can barely speak or even think when your thumb sweeps the tip, playing with the slit of his cock every time you stroke up. Pre cum just flowing out like a damn fountain, cock flushed pink and so hard against the soft but hard grip of your hand.

"Hmm your desperate moans and wet dick say something different." God you turned the tables so fast, he never saw this coming.

"You're so fucking mean..." He rests his head on your shoulder, shameful sounds of pleasure escaping with no resistance from him when he feels his orgasm coming. You don't slow down either, just speed up, stroking his weeping cock with no remorse. "F-fuck...I'm gonna cum-!"

"Then cum." You say, like a command.

OTOYA coats your hand white, seeing stars as his eyes roll to the back of his head. That was the best hand job of his life. And it ended in barely seven minutes. He could last barely seven minutes with you. The only thing in his mind as he comes down from his high was you.

When someone came knocking to tell you two time was up, you just wipe your hand on his pants and walk out of the closet. But not without saying "Don't get used to it." first.

For the first time in his life Otoya knew what it felt like to be on the receiving side of his bullshit. He just had the best orgasm ever and it wasn't even sex, just from your hand and lips whispering words of shame in his ear and with no guarantee of a next time.

For the first time in his life, he wanted someone more than they wanted him.

OTOYA was never into commitment. But he is committed to being owned like that again. You left him like a lovesick loser. But he's not in love. He's so deep in lust. Lustsick you could say. He'd play this game of cat and mouse to be cured only for a moment again and again. Your sex was the drug and his addiction. The cure and the cause.

dom reader and sub f boy always eats ngl.

[sytorusdoll-deactivated20260122]

MDNI

satoru gojo would definitely be the type of boyfriend who motorboats you any chance he gets.

you're innocently walking around the house in a low cut shirt, cleavage spilling out and bouncing softly as you walk — it was practically calling out to him like a bat signal.

a bat signal for sluts.

he'd bury his face in between your soft mounds, his large hands splayed on either side to push your pillowy tits into his face even more— who needs air anyway?

certainly not satoru gojo, not when he's shaking his head back and forth in between the valley of your breasts, like a rabid dog playing with a chew toy.

"brrrrrrrrbrbrrrbrbrrrrr"

his lips flapped as spit settled in between your jiggling tits, he's practically foaming at the mouth — and this lasted for at least 30 straight seconds before raising his head with a tit-drunken smile on his face, pupils slightly blown out and clouding his eyes.

"ah, my favorite past time." he'd say causally before slapping the side of your tit before going about his day.

you're left with one thought racking through your brain.

"i've really got to invest in some turtlenecks."

a/n: i need an "i <3 my slutty boyfriend" t-shirt with his face on it expeditiously

[tojiflakes]

╰┈➤ Masterlist

⋆.˚-fluff

⋆˙⟡-smut

⤷ ゛Toji Fushiguro ˎˊ

⋆˙⟡cravings ⋆.˚ stalker

⤷ ゛Sukuna Ryomen ˎˊ˗

⋆˙⟡Gymrat

⤷ ゛Satoru Gojo ˎˊ˗

⋆.˚moring kisses ⋆˙⟡ ass or tits? ⋆˙⟡ Roommate!Gojo

⤷ ゛Kento Nanamiˎˊ˗

⋆˙⟡ ovulating

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[tojiflakes]

I was thinking earlier today. Is Gojo an ass or tits guy?

Tits guy.

His hands would always be just caressing or resting on your boobs. He’d come up behind you well you’re around the house and just hold them for you like a bra, saying some corny shit like “why need a bra when my hands are always free?”

He might just have a fixation the way his mouth is always sucking, kissing, or biting them.

Wear a low-cut top around the house? His blue eyes keep darting down to take a peek. He's on a mission and you text him you’re about to take a shower? He responds with “send soapy tit pics, pls.”

Complain about your breast being sore and tender? He would never miss the chance to lift your shirt up and massage them slowly and gentle just the way you like it.

Sometimes is not even in a kinky way, he just loves to rest his head on them and say “my two personal pillows.”

Even when he’s not focused and you two are watching some silly movie. His hand would craw up your shirt and just lay there giving them a few squeeze here and there.

Satoru Gojo is utterly obsessed with your boobs and is very proud of it.

[tojiflakes]

The Sukuna chronicles— series

“Woman, I would like some tea.”

“Well, S’kuna, make it yourself.”

“No, you are my wife; therefore, you shall make it.”

“I’m your wife, not a personal slave, Ryomen… make your own tea.”

“Where’s Uraume? URAU—”

“Do not call them! Be independent—make your own tea,” you cut him off, slamming the wet cloth you were cleaning with on the kitchen counter.

The mountain of a man was in shock. How dare his pretty little wife tell him to do something himself? Even worse, how dare she scold him in front of all his servants! He grunted and dragged his feet toward the couch, flopping down on it—almost breaking it under his weight. His pink hair was a pure mess, rosy strands pointing in every direction. He had a pout on his face, eyebrows furrowed and his four arms crossed over his bare chest. The King of Curses—the feared one—was sulking on the couch because his wife refused to make him his morning tea.

“Stop sulking, Ryo,” you giggled, sitting down beside him and throwing your legs over his thighs.

“I should kill you for this,” he huffed, squinting his eyes and staring at you.

“Go ahead, I’m waiting,” you smiled, wiggling your toes. Sukuna, being the stubborn toddler-man he is, didn’t move a muscle—arms still crossed and a pout on his not-so-serious serious face.

“Don’t be a baby, Ryooo.”

“I’m not a baby. Woman, I have destroyed villages, eaten people—I am the King of Curses! Not a damn baby.”

“Well… you’re acting like one.”

“Do you have a death wish?” he said, finally lifting his beefy arms and pulling your ankles, making you slide over onto his lap.

You were now face-to-face with your rather angry husband who swore he wanted to kill you—but the way his hands found rest on your hips, and his other pair on your thighs, said otherwise. His crimson eyes were staring into your soul. If he weren’t your husband, you might’ve had stage fright from how many eyes were on you.

“You’re s’cute, Kuna,” you smiled. Your hands found their way to his bedhead, fixing it. They traveled down to his face. His soft skin was warm as your fingers played with his cheeks.

“Stop it,” the tattooed man demanded—but his body said something else. The way he melted into your touch, not wanting you to stop, told you everything. As you gently continued playing with his inked face, his features softened. The same eyes that had seen blood and murder were now soft and lingering.

You knew Sukuna was still a big baby inside—one who really did love you. His dearest, precious, gorgeous wife, whom he would go to battle for. He may not say it, but it’s moments like this that show you it’s true. And really, all Sukuna needed was a wife who could put him in his place and wasn’t afraid of him. A wife who scolds him for his ancient behaviors. A wife who presses all the buttons he didn’t know he had. A wife who makes him feel all weird and fuzzy inside. He can’t describe the feeling yet, but when he’s around you, he gets all warm and soft. He hates it loves it and will never tell you. But you’re not an idiot, and he’s really bad at hiding it. So, you already know.

“Make me tea, brat.”

“Say please.”

“…”

“No tea for you then.”

“…Please,” he mumbled under his breath, hiding in the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t help but smile at the man you have wrapped around your pinky.


Ryomen Sukuna is truly, hopelessly devoted to you.

© all work is done by @tojiflakes all rights reserved

Author's note: Hi dolls, I’m so grateful for 100 followers thank you so much!!☺️ I swear I’ll post more, I have so many drafts to empty I also want to make this a series of just true form Sukuna with his wife. This was short but the others will be longer.

[tojiflakes]

how cute your intro post is (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Thank you, thank you!!!!☺️☺️ I'm so happy that you think it's cute!

[mooningningg]

ぜ | fluff

Parent-teacher day was supposed to be harmless with the Fushiguro's!

That was the promise you made yourself when you agreed to come along. Just sit in a classroom, hear about Megumi’s grades, maybe shake a hand or two—easy. Normal.

What you hadn’t accounted for was Toji insisting he had to come too.

“Someone’s gotta make sure the kid’s teachers know he’s got backup,” he’d said that morning, cracking his knuckles like parent-teacher meetings involved cage fighting. You’d laughed, thinking he was joking.

He wasn’t.

So now here you were, sitting in a little chair in Megumi’s classroom, knees practically up to your chest, while Toji sprawled beside you like he owned the place. Megumi sat stiffly on your other side, jaw tight, like if he ignored his father hard enough, maybe Toji would evaporate.

The teacher—a kind-looking man in glasses—flipped through Megumi’s file with a smile. “Well, I just want to start by saying, Megumi’s a very bright student. Always diligent, very polite.”

Your heart swelled. You reached over to squeeze Megumi’s hand, but he pulled it away instantly, ears turning red.

Before you could say anything, the teacher glanced at you, smiling. “And I must say, you’ve clearly raised him well.”

You opened your mouth to deflect politely, but you didn’t even get the chance.

Because Toji leaned forward, slid a heavy arm around your shoulders, and grinned like a cat.

“Yeah,” he drawled. “She’s pretty amazing, huh?”

The teacher blinked, startled. You blinked, mortified. Megumi groaned into his hand.

“Can you not?” he hissed at Toji, voice sharp.

“What?” Toji smirked, tugging you closer until you nearly slid out of your tiny chair. “I’m just agreeing with the man. He’s got good taste.”

“Unbelievable,” Megumi muttered, glaring at the floor.

The teacher, to his credit, valiantly attempted to steer the conversation back on track, but it was impossible to ignore the six-foot-something man practically marking his territory in the middle of the classroom.

When the teacher mentioned how well Megumi worked independently, Toji cut in with, “Yeah, gets that from her. Always taking charge.”

When the teacher praised Megumi’s focus, Toji added, “Guess that runs in the family. She’s got laser focus when it counts.”

By the third time Toji made it about you, Megumi snapped.

“This is about me, not you two,” he said, glaring at both of you. “Stop being gross.”

You almost choked on your laugh. “We’re not being gross—”

“Yes, you are,” Megumi deadpanned. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Toji, absolutely delighted, leaned back in his chair and stretched like a satisfied lion. “Kid’s just mad we’re cooler than him.”

That was when Megumi stood up, muttered “I’m leaving,” and walked straight out of the classroom.

You slapped Toji’s arm, glaring. “You couldn’t just behave for an hour?”

He shrugged, unbothered. “What? I was complimenting you.”

“You embarrassed him!”

“Nah.” Toji’s grin widened. “That’s just what being a teenager feels like.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands, while Toji sat there smug as ever. And when you finally went out into the hall to find Megumi sulking against the lockers, the only thing you could think was—next year, you were coming alone.

notes, my brain is rotting from thinking of how adorable they are!

[tojiflakes]

Being pregnant with Toji's baby is already a unique experience. From the way the baby kicked at your tummy every 15 minutes to needing to rush to the bathroom every time your husband made you laugh with one of his ‘dad’ jokes that he was preparing.

But what was worse than all of this… was your cravings. It wasn't any of the normal typical cravings. It's been eating at you for days. You needed the taste on your tongue the saltiness and warmth. Only Toji could fulfill these intense cravings of yours.

“Toji… baby, are you alive?” You whispered tapping your sleeping husband's chest. He was fast asleep, his snores echoing throughout the dimly lit bedroom. His large leg encumbered you under him and his other was gently placed on your warm round belly. “Baby?” you gently nudge him earning a low incoherent jumble of words. He moved his hand brushing his black hair out of his face, rubbing his eyes, and yawning.

“Is the baby coming?”

You let out a sigh “No, the baby is not coming anytime soon.” You sit up cheeks getting warmer as your eyes gaze all over Toji's body.

Maybe it was the pregnancy brain speaking to you or maybe you just really want to suck your husband's dick right now, but he looked almost heavenly. Like he could be the best snack you'll ever have in your entire life.

“Then why are we awake?” He grumbled pulling you onto his lap placing his large hands on your waist. He positioned his head on your chest using your tender boobs as a headrest.

“Baby…”

“Hm?”

“Can I p-please suck your dick?”

You could feel the smirk growing on his face, his arms gently tightening over your waist. Toji wasn't shocked by your neediness, instead, he was amused, almost excited about how straightforward you were about what you wanted.

“Why? Is my wife needy, hm? Is that why she's been acting weird for the past three days?” he chuckled pulling back and facing you. His green eyes staring at you deeply, so in love.

You just nodded your head. Your hands traveling down to the waistband of his sweats your fingers eagerly pulling them down. Freeing his semi-hard cock. Your hand slowly started stroking him, pre cum oozing out of his flushed tip.

Toji laid back on the headboard, watching your face heat up and eyes glistening with pure delight and happiness.

Your lips placed a soft kiss on his tip gathering saliva in your mouth and spitting it out on Toji's length. Your mouth wrapped around his cock, slowly bobbing up and down. Usually, you’d suck Toji for his own pleasure or when he's asked nicely. But this time it was different. You didn’t care about how your husband felt at this moment. Shit, you couldn’t care less.

You did this for your own pleasure. The pleasure to taste a craving only Toji could give you, not from a store or a home-cooked meal. But straight from your husband.

“Fuccck— s-slow down doll, your —fu-.” He groans getting cut off by your throat taking him deeper. His body twitched hands coming down to grip the sheets.

You’re sucking the soul out of him. His knuckles were turning white from squeezing too hard. And fuck Toji thinks he might cum too soon from the way you’re clenching around him.

Tears brim in the corners of your eyes. Toji's thighs twitch, his head thrown back, low whimpers falling off his tongue.

You pull off him. Sucking his tip like a lollipop. Toji couldn’t handle it, his eyes locked onto you watching you like you were the most perfect wife ever to exist, he's not wrong, you truly are perfect for him. You weren’t even paying attention to him, not once have you even gazed up to look at him. Only there for your treat at the end.

You stuck your tongue out just in time before Toji let out a groan as he came all over your tongue. Spurts of cum hit the corners of your lips and cheeks. But you smiled, a happy smile with that. You finally got what you've been craving and it's never tasted so good.

Toji just laid there chest heaving, head thrown back and his forearm covering his eyes. You just licked your lips and gave his cock one last kiss before getting up and kissing his cheek.

“You’re fuckin crazy, doll.”

“You make me crazy.”

Toji chuckled and kissed you, trailing down your neck. Gently lifting your legs up pulling your heat towards him.

“I suppose I also have a craving, for you.”

It’s gonna be a lonnng night

© all work is done by @tojiflakes all rights reserved

Author note: Hi guys, sorry my classes have been crazy but good news I've been working on a series. Also, this was like super rushed but idc (I do care 😞)

[qoins]

sukuna and his wife with the instatiable sex drive…

despite being so big, having four arms, two cocks, and two mouths (four if he wants the hands to come out & play), he can’t keep up with you.

you, the mortal human who’s at least 3 feet shorter than him and couldn’t lift one of his legs by yourself if you tried, tire him out almost every time.

you aren’t really sure how you do it. maybe it’s just because sukuna riles you up in ways you’ve never experienced. or, maybe it’s because you’re younger and have more energy than him. but sukuna doesn’t see how either of those are plausible. his cocks are huge and ruin you every round, so, why aren’t you exhausted?

you’ve found yourself practically humping him at dinner more times than you should (you should never do this so, more times than zero). but alas, since you’re the king’s wife (and since he finds it entertaining), he doesn’t have to tell you to stop.

in fact, he could whip his cocks out and fuck you right on the table, and everyone would keep their eyes to themselves and their mouths shut. but you’re a distracting force.

so, when he’s having important conversations, or simply not in the mood for your antics, and you decide to act like a common whore, rubbing your cunt against him without a thought, he has to scold you right in front of everyone.

“y/n, enough.”

you’ll huff and roll your eyes like he’s being unreasonable, secretly throbbing while thinking about how you know he’s gonna fuck you into the mattress right after.

“fucking nymph. acting like a common whore out in front of everyone just because you can’t control yourself,” he grunts, cock pounding into your weeping hole. your slick connects strings of itself between your cunt and your husband’s groin, betraying just how much of a whore you are.

he has your back arched so deep with his hand that your stomach presses flush to the bed, ass up enough for him to see your pretty cunt swell and squirt for him. and against his words, he loves when you act the way you do cause it means you look like this.

he uses a free arm to wrap your hair around his fist pulling your head back as far is it can go. when your eyes meet his, he can’t help but thrust harder, that tight cunt gripping him even harder when you see his face. he practically cums just from that.

“mghf… y’gonna cum in me, ‘kuna? breed your wife?” you tease, out of breath. he almost cums again. the sight of your face—a lazy, fucked out grin taunting him, your flushed cheeks, low eyes—has him wanting to prove that he can out last you, that he can out-fuck you.

“gonna fuckin’ ruin these holes, that’s what ‘m gonna do.” and that he does.

he pauses inside of you for a second, pulling his hands off of you. he uses one hand to grasp his other thick, angry cock, pressing the tip against your rosebud. just the sensation had you trying to run from his cocks, your cunt squeezing the cock it’s been wrapped around like a vice.

“absolutely not.” his deep, baratone voice vibrating as he scolds you, “you aren’t gonna run from it. you asked for it, woman.” a glob of spit shoots out of his mouth, landing right onto the impossibly tight entrance of your ass.

his mouth curls down in a groan, abs flexing as he presses inside. he leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you’re gonna take it,” he grunts. your fingers are digging into the mattress so hard you think you’ll break the barrier.

“loosen up, sweetheart,” he mutters, smacking your ass with one big han, “it’s gonna be a long night.”