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❛ kill sorcerers, huh? you're a sorcerer. ❜

⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝔏𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄. ‎‎‎‎‎⠀⟢ s/her! omni 𝟒𝟒𝟒 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚. virgo. blue. jjk n rdr2 only flwrs. swans. poetry. 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄. <3 mascs. kaomoji. psychoanalysing. nsfw. velvet. kenjaku. pearls. possibly dark content. rules welc 2 my blog !

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 — all i wanna do, clara la san.

recent works: hakari as your bf 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི divider by @/uzmacchiato, 1st pic + gif edited by yours truly.

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KINJI HAKARI - smut

hakari likes his women seething (suggestive) | @kashimopilled 📖

infatuated | @leiswxrld

maxed out ⭐️ | @meowdei

cause you're a milf and i'm a mf | @peachifying 📖

bookie | @pinkmirth 📖

his shy girl | @screampied

high score (ft kirara) | @sextier

what it's like dating hakari ⭐️ | @zeninsin 📖

[zeninsin]

omg i got mentioned wtf 🥹

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this has been in my drafts for MONTHS... i should really get to work lol

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WHAT IT'S LIKE BEING THE MANAGER OF BOXER!SUKUNA AND BOXER!TOJI. (hcs)

18+, nsfw at the end with a tojikuna slip if you squint thinking about how, in the underground boxing world, being the manager of both boxer!toji and boxer!sukuna is its own achievement. you've singlehandedly created two monsters — and formed the most infamous boxing duo to date.

breaking up fights between boxer!toji and boxer!sukuna is an almost weekly occurrence for you. sukuna thrives from provoking toji enough to make a vein pop out of his neck. gives him a dopamine rush. it's so spontaneous that they'll get nose-to-nose, sparring, boring into each other's eyes because of a tease here and there, and it'll be you who has to de-escalate before it ever gets out of hand.

"damn, you usually hit harder than that. your ass definitely didn't stretch, huh?" "sukuna, don't start on me now." "now? whew, old man's mad. c'mon, uppercut, right on my chin, i dare you— make my day." "sukuna, save the instigating for when your in matches." "what, i can't rile him up a little? makes the sparring fun."

on account of your advice and drilling technique's into their heads, boxer!toji will always let boxer!sukuna have the final blow on his opponents. he'll have that signature sadistic smile planted on his face before he lands a right hook that, in most cases, breaks a bone. but that's his goal— when he's too into it, he'll take his boxing gloves off like a madman and land a punch just to see the blood on his fingers of his own opponent and from busting his knuckles open from dealing too heavy of a blow. on the other hand, unlike sukuna, toji isn't as flashy or jumpy, but he's damn well agile. he's footwork-heavy, excelling in body shots and illegal grappling instincts to dismantle his opponent. he'll read the micro-movements and sport an occasional crazed grin before putting them in a headlock to weaken their breath control. he's sukuna partner for a reason; they're both brutal.

boxer!toji and boxer!sukuna that got lucky with you. of course, they're amazing fighters that in their own right dominate the underground. but in that same setting, 'managers' are only people who achieve sustenance off of gambling and exploitation of their fighters' well-being. you, however, seem to put the financial gain aside—not as if you were making a lot— and prioritise keeping their name known. you're goal orientated, and they forever appreciate it. boxer!toji and boxer!sukuna that dress like sluts. of course, you don't expect them to dress prim and proper, whatsoever. but your eyes can't help but linger on their bodies when they walk around, sweats and shorts hanging low on their hips, enough to reveal their v-line, and the fact they never have a shirt on. ever. no matter the occasion, the pair will always have their full bodies on display for you to stare. and you'd complain but you don't because you ogle them every time. they always catch it, and share a shared look and a smirk between each other before continuing like nothing happened.

during bulking season, there's always one person sukuna and toji rely on; you. their bulking meals are most often lean, consisting of meals with seasonings only your precious fingers can make. you're their 'professional chef', and they're your 'professional eaters'. but when they feel like dirty bulking to get their muscle/fat up for a match, they know exactly who to come to when they want something off-menu, which may or may not consist of them taking turns eating you out for hours. and if you're lucky, on a one-time occasion, you'll take one of 'em. it's boxer!sukuna being nothing but obscene as he's got you in a nasty headlock, hips snapping against yours as mean thrusts hit your walls perfectly like he was made for it, boxer!toji getting himself off to the sound of you beside you. "hey—shitt, my dick feel any bigger inside that pretty pussy? bulkin' got 'er feeling tighter than usual."

sukuna would release your neck, guiding his hands down to the plush of your hips, before pausing, and you'd look back at him, utterly confused. "ryo, m-move."

"n-no," he'd mock your voice in a high pitched whine that made toji chuckle, and you glare at them both, but mainly sukuna. "the fuck you looking back at me like that for? arch that back further, woman, c'mon and fuck me back. i'm not dealing with a pillow princess." you'd get a chance to take a small breather from being (happily) suffocated under sukuna's biceps and whine your hips, him using his hands to guide your hips so you two sync in a rhythm. "you sound corny as shit, lemme fuck her." toji would chime in, palming himself. he wasn't bothered about how pathetic he looked, satisfying himself with his own hands whilst you two were fucking in front of him. no matter what, the two would always bicker. even over fucking you. he'd then mockingly pout at toji . sukuna leans down to you, speaking loud enough to layer over the straight porn the two of you were making, skin to skin. "awe, you hear that? big guy wants his turn with you, manager." the pink haired man would look up to his teammate with that same vex-worthy grin, "you want it bad, fushiguro? huh? you gonna say please?" toji would only scowl at him, eyes threatening to roll at how easily sukuna could piss him off in a way nobody else could. sukuna would only meet his gaze, a bitch-made sneer planted so wide you could see his canines peaking out from the side. their tension was almost erotic, enough to make you throb inside sukuna just a little.

"ngh— suck my dick, ryomen." "oh? that an invite or what?" "die."

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౨ৎ . WHAT IT'S LIKE DA‎TING KINJI HAKARI — HCS

18+, nsfw. ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hakari is genuinely so sexy i'm gonna die

KINJI HAKARI, who has two black decked out cars: a '67 chevy impala that he always drives on the way to his club, and a sweet jeep grand trackhawk with a sunroof for you to peek out of. and my god are they loud. everyone knows hakari's at the club when 'i wonder' by nardo wick is blasting out his vehicle's speakers, bass boosted to the max just to overdo it. custom plates writing "B1GEG0" and "UR2SLOW", convertibles bouncing up and down as you're in the passenger seat, his hand right on your thigh.

KINJI HAKARI who keeps you as his good luck charm when he gambles. people wear red; hell, some carry rabbit's feet, but hakari? he just needs his woman of a year and 5 months, sat on his lap with his hand on your ass as he effortlessly wins his way through another session.

KINJI HAKARI who gives you a wide grin, and your thighs clench because you know once you get home he's fucking you senseless; and that's because nothing skyrockets hakari's libido like manipulating everyone's fever in this club to get money in his bag. hell, sometimes you don't even make it to your house; if he's that hard, he'll park in an empty parking lot and reward you there.

"hah—", hakari stutters, his weight almost looming over you as he pounds you in the backseat. thank god your windows are tinted. "you did it again pretty girl, won another round. gonna spoil you rotten after i'm done fuckin' this—christtt, mama, g'na cum if you do that." he lets out a groan, slit eyebrows furrowing when he feels your walls clench around him the moment he mentions spending more of his money on you like he doesn't enough already. greedy.

his hips snap against you just a bit harder, earning a squeal from you.

"ah! kinjii!" "what do we say?" "t-thank you." "for?" "for—fuckfuckfuck, thank you for spoiling me." "y'r welcome, baby."

KINJI HAKARI whose dick is so thick you two always have to do foreplay longer than the average person because if not, it's not gonna fit. he'd never complain about it, he knows he's big, and what man complains about getting to put his mouth where it belongs? your sweet cunt, that is, lapping at your juices for his own pleasures more than your own. he'll throw a finger or two, eager to have you cum all over his mouth so he can kiss you and have you taste yourself after.

KINJI HAKARI, the man with the dick that slightly burns upon entrance anyway, no matter how much prep you do. he has to take it in slow, hands intertwined with yours, peppering you with "i know, i know", "you got it ma", and "that's it" as you hiss, a mix of a hot stretch and aching pleasure being felt as each inch penetrated just as deep as the one before.

KINJI HAKARI who LOVES making you squirt. every time, and anywhere you fuck. he just wants his girl to get the best out of every moment you choose to make love to him. that, and he just loves watching that lip of yours tremble, legs twitch and your attempts to hide your face as you gush all over his fingers. you'll protest it's "too messy", but your man couldn't give less of a fuck, even ignoring how his painfully hard his dick is almost bursting outta his jeans. "give it to me, c'mon i know ya can," curling his fingers deeper into you on his couch till he reaches that spongy spot that makes your tits rise up and down faster and that face that's just a work of art.

and once you do, releasing such a sweet cry, he'll sport a victorious smile, your juices all over his large calloused hand and you can just hear the slot machine win sound in his head as he mutters a "jackpot" that makes you glare at him indefinitely.

KINJI HAKARI who is the perfect mix of sweet and mean in bed. the problem is, he just can't go slow. it's impossible for him, he's just so into it that he can't help but rut into you in such a gorgeous way that you squirm against him, trying to run away. you'd whine "kin, 's too much, you're being meannn", almost out of his grasps as his tip is just about to leave your hole, and all of a sudden there's a loud thump connecting the headboard to the wall, as hakari's hips knock into you with force, and you make the loudest moan he's probably ever heard from you. all it does is make him laugh: "baby, where you goin'? run away 'n i'll just give you more, shit, y'know that." he lifts your ankle and places a kiss to it before placing it on his shoulder to give him better access. "just take it, m'kay?"

KINJI HAKARI that lives for the danger that comes with public sex, especially in serious situations. he loves to play these games with you, placing a vibrator in you or fingering you under a table just to see how well you can cough to mask your moans and bounce your leg to shield its trembling as you’re bordering an orgasm. he'll practically jump for joy if you offer him a hand/blowjob while he's on the road.

KINJI HAKARI who likes to have music while he fucks you, however, his playlist mainly consists of artists like asap rocky, kendrick and carti, and god forbid you'd ever let him fuck you to that. he doesn't get why, since apparently m.A.A.d city is "hella fuckable" in his eyes (madman btw).

"oh my god we're not fucking to carti, hakari." "what?? is it the voice? i can put on one with his real voice—" "drying up as we speak." "okay but you can't say no to a$ap." "would rather go with his girl." "..fine 🫩"

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౨ৎ . WHAT IT'S LIKE DA‎TING KINJI HAKARI — HCS

18+, nsfw. ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ hakari is genuinely so sexy i'm gonna die

KINJI HAKARI, who has two black decked out cars: a '67 chevy impala that he always drives on the way to his club, and a sweet jeep grand trackhawk with a sunroof for you to peek out of. and my god are they loud. everyone knows hakari's at the club when 'i wonder' by nardo wick is blasting out his vehicle's speakers, bass boosted to the max just to overdo it. custom plates writing "B1GEG0" and "UR2SLOW", convertibles bouncing up and down as you're in the passenger seat, his hand right on your thigh.

KINJI HAKARI who keeps you as his good luck charm when he gambles. people wear red; hell, some carry rabbit's feet, but hakari? he just needs his woman of a year and 5 months, sat on his lap with his hand on your ass as he effortlessly wins his way through another session.

KINJI HAKARI who gives you a wide grin, and your thighs clench because you know once you get home he's fucking you senseless; and that's because nothing skyrockets hakari's libido like manipulating everyone's fever in this club to get money in his bag. hell, sometimes you don't even make it to your house; if he's that hard, he'll park in an empty parking lot and reward you there.

"hah—", hakari stutters, his weight almost looming over you as he pounds you in the backseat. thank god your windows are tinted. "you did it again pretty girl, won another round. gonna spoil you rotten after i'm done fuckin' this—christtt, mama, g'na cum if you do that." he lets out a groan, slit eyebrows furrowing when he feels your walls clench around him the moment he mentions spending more of his money on you like he doesn't enough already. greedy.

his hips snap against you just a bit harder, earning a squeal from you.

"ah! kinjii!" "what do we say?" "t-thank you." "for?" "for—fuckfuckfuck, thank you for spoiling me." "y'r welcome, baby."

KINJI HAKARI whose dick is so thick you two always have to do foreplay longer than the average person because if not, it's not gonna fit. he'd never complain about it, he knows he's big, and what man complains about getting to put his mouth where it belongs? your sweet cunt, that is, lapping at your juices for his own pleasures more than your own. he'll throw a finger or two, eager to have you cum all over his mouth so he can kiss you and have you taste yourself after.

KINJI HAKARI, the man with the dick that slightly burns upon entrance anyway, no matter how much prep you do. he has to take it in slow, hands intertwined with yours, peppering you with "i know, i know", "you got it ma", and "that's it" as you hiss, a mix of a hot stretch and aching pleasure being felt as each inch penetrated just as deep as the one before.

KINJI HAKARI who LOVES making you squirt. every time, and anywhere you fuck. he just wants his girl to get the best out of every moment you choose to make love to him. that, and he just loves watching that lip of yours tremble, legs twitch and your attempts to hide your face as you gush all over his fingers. you'll protest it's "too messy", but your man couldn't give less of a fuck, even ignoring how his painfully hard his dick is almost bursting outta his jeans. "give it to me, c'mon i know ya can," curling his fingers deeper into you on his couch till he reaches that spongy spot that makes your tits rise up and down faster and that face that's just a work of art.

and once you do, releasing such a sweet cry, he'll sport a victorious smile, your juices all over his large calloused hand and you can just hear the slot machine win sound in his head as he mutters a "jackpot" that makes you glare at him indefinitely.

KINJI HAKARI who is the perfect mix of sweet and mean in bed. the problem is, he just can't go slow. it's impossible for him, he's just so into it that he can't help but rut into you in such a gorgeous way that you squirm against him, trying to run away. you'd whine "kin, 's too much, you're being meannn", almost out of his grasps as his tip is just about to leave your hole, and all of a sudden there's a loud thump connecting the headboard to the wall, as hakari's hips knock into you with force, and you make the loudest moan he's probably ever heard from you. all it does is make him laugh: "baby, where you goin'? run away 'n i'll just give you more, shit, y'know that." he lifts your ankle and places a kiss to it before placing it on his shoulder to give him better access. "just take it, m'kay?"

KINJI HAKARI that lives for the danger that comes with public sex, especially in serious situations. he loves to play these games with you, placing a vibrator in you or fingering you under a table just to see how well you can cough to mask your moans and bounce your leg to shield its trembling as you’re bordering an orgasm. he'll practically jump for joy if you offer him a hand/blowjob while he's on the road.

KINJI HAKARI who likes to have music while he fucks you, however, his playlist mainly consists of artists like asap rocky, kendrick and carti, and god forbid you'd ever let him fuck you to that. he doesn't get why, since apparently m.A.A.d city is "hella fuckable" in his eyes (madman btw).

"oh my god we're not fucking to carti, hakari." "what?? is it the voice? i can put on one with his real voice—" "drying up as we speak." "okay but you can't say no to a$ap." "would rather go with his girl." "..fine 🫩"

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18+

" no, uhm, my love, please⸺ let's keep the heels on, yeah? "

kento nanami is a man that's fairly vanilla. he's not entirely on the kinky side; the most that arouses him is the visuals of his tie wrapped around your neck whilst you two make love— or better yet, suck him off.

it's that, or him getting off on worshipping every crevice of your body, revelling in the beauty his wife effortlessly holds.

however, he would frequently notice that his eyes would linger a little on you when you were in heels.

he couldn't put a finger on it; it could've been anything. the resounding click that it makes when your feet make contact with the floor, the way your hips sway so smoothly when you walk, or the way the point of the heels makes you appear a tad more dominant than usual.

nanami didn't know. he couldn't have cared less—all he knew was is that he needed to fuck you in them. like, as soon as humanly possible.

so when you came home from work in the sexiest black stilettos and fuck, such inviting lace tights, the man had to put you down on the couch and was well ready to eat you off the bone.

you're slightly puzzled when he asks to keep your shoes on, questioning it as he bunches your skirt up to pull your panties down off of you. "because?" "..because you simply look good in them, is all." he'd play the faux-naïf, pretending as if this wasn't a fantasy of his about to come true. he wasn't fooling anybody, and he could tell from the smirk playing on your lips. your husband would have to hide the embarrassment, placing a light kiss to your ankle. "well," you'd coo, your voice now sugar-sweet as you place your heel under his chin to look up to you, feeling the warmth forming on his face. "we can keep them on, nanami, i don't mind."

nanami may as well have died and been reborn. as your fingers enveloped themselves in his blonde strands, he knew he married the right woman. he spend the rest of his life revering her like this, gladly. he could only mutter:

"god, i love you sweetheart."

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WHAT IT'S LIKE BEING THE MANAGER OF BOXER!SUKUNA AND BOXER!TOJI. (hcs)

18+, nsfw at the end with a tojikuna slip if you squint thinking about how, in the underground boxing world, being the manager of both boxer!toji and boxer!sukuna is its own achievement. you've singlehandedly created two monsters — and formed the most infamous boxing duo to date.

breaking up fights between boxer!toji and boxer!sukuna is an almost weekly occurrence for you. sukuna thrives from provoking toji enough to make a vein pop out of his neck. gives him a dopamine rush. it's so spontaneous that they'll get nose-to-nose, sparring, boring into each other's eyes because of a tease here and there, and it'll be you who has to de-escalate before it ever gets out of hand.

"damn, you usually hit harder than that. your ass definitely didn't stretch, huh?" "sukuna, don't start on me now." "now? whew, old man's mad. c'mon, uppercut, right on my chin, i dare you— make my day." "sukuna, save the instigating for when you're in matches." "what, i can't rile him up a little? makes the sparring fun."

on account of your advice and drilling technique's into their heads, boxer!toji will always let boxer!sukuna have the final blow on his opponents. he'll have that signature sadistic smile planted on his face before he lands a right hook that, in most cases, breaks a bone. but that's his goal— when he's too into it, he'll take his boxing gloves off like a madman and land a punch just to see the blood on his fingers of his own opponent and from busting his knuckles open from dealing too heavy of a blow. on the other hand, unlike sukuna, toji isn't as flashy or jumpy, but he's damn well agile. he's footwork-heavy, excelling in body shots and illegal grappling instincts to dismantle his opponent. he'll read the micro-movements and sport an occasional crazed grin before putting them in a headlock to weaken their breath control. he's sukuna partner for a reason; they're both brutal.

boxer!toji and boxer!sukuna that got lucky with you. of course, they're amazing fighters that in their own right dominate the underground. but in that same setting, 'managers' are only people who achieve sustenance off of gambling and exploitation of their fighters' well-being. you, however, seem to put the financial gain aside—not as if you were making a lot— and prioritise keeping their name known. you're goal orientated, and they forever appreciate it. boxer!toji and boxer!sukuna that dress like sluts. of course, you don't expect them to dress prim and proper, whatsoever. but your eyes can't help but linger on their bodies when they walk around, sweats and shorts hanging low on their hips, enough to reveal their v-line, and the fact they never have a shirt on. ever. no matter the occasion, the pair will always have their full bodies on display for you to stare. and you'd complain but you don't because you ogle them every time. they always catch it, and share a shared look and a smirk between each other before continuing like nothing happened.

during bulking season, there's always one person sukuna and toji rely on; you. their bulking meals are most often lean, consisting of meals with seasonings only your precious fingers can make. you're their 'professional chef', and they're your 'professional eaters'. but when they feel like dirty bulking to get their muscle/fat up for a match, they know exactly who to come to when they want something off-menu, which may or may not consist of them taking turns eating you out for hours. and if you're lucky, on a one-time occasion, you'll take one of 'em. it's boxer!sukuna being nothing but obscene as he's got you in a nasty headlock, hips snapping against yours as mean thrusts hit your walls perfectly like he was made for it, boxer!toji getting himself off to the sound of you beside you. "hey—shitt, my dick feel any bigger inside that pretty pussy? bulkin' got 'er feeling tighter than usual."

sukuna would release your neck, guiding his hands down to the plush of your hips, before pausing, and you'd look back at him, utterly confused. "ryo, m-move."

"n-no," he'd mock your voice in a high pitched whine that made toji chuckle, and you glare at them both, but mainly sukuna. "the fuck you looking back at me like that for? arch that back further, woman, c'mon and fuck me back. i'm not dealing with a pillow princess." you'd get a chance to take a small breather from being (happily) suffocated under sukuna's biceps and whine your hips, him using his hands to guide your hips so you two sync in a rhythm. "you sound corny as shit, lemme fuck her." toji would chime in, palming himself. he wasn't bothered about how pathetic he looked, satisfying himself with his own hands whilst you two were fucking in front of him. no matter what, the two would always bicker. even over fucking you. he'd then mockingly pout at toji . sukuna leans down to you, speaking loud enough to layer over the straight porn the two of you were making, skin to skin. "awe, you hear that? big guy wants his turn with you, manager." the pink haired man would look up to his teammate with that same vex-worthy grin, "you want it bad, fushiguro? huh? you gonna say please?" toji would only scowl at him, eyes threatening to roll at how easily sukuna could piss him off in a way nobody else could. sukuna would only meet his gaze, a bitch-made sneer planted so wide you could see his canines peaking out from the side. their tension was almost erotic, enough to make you throb inside sukuna just a little.

"ngh— suck my dick, ryomen." "oh? that an invite or what?" "die."

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details, giving 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 a handjob whilst he pathetically tries to study for his AP biology class :( (18+) content, fem!reader, slight sub dom themes, semi-public sex (library), mommy k!nk if you catch it lolz, handjob, short (1.1k), probably not proof read enough a/n: it's funny; i don't care for gojo at all. but nerd!gojo? i can get past that. this is my first smut fic ever, so i do hope you all enjoy! a/n 2: it's 12:00am, on the dot, and if i have to add all my words back bc tumblr took them off for having two tabs open and words that are somehow illegal in tumblrs world, strike me down. 🫩

satoru is usually very serious about his studies, especially his biology class. always, he'd have study dates on his own in the library revising for what was at least a millennium on whatever assignment he had due the following week. in some instances, he didn't even have an assignment; he'd just study for the fun of it. pathetic, yes, but what else could he do? it's not like he had a girlfriend to go on dates with, or study with;

until he did. you.

the prettiest girl on campus, permanently glossed lips, loved by all, and wanted by.. well, everyone, for some reason dating the sorry excuse of a man and epitome of a geek, satoru gojo, who had a completed periodic table puzzle framed in his dorm and still had a psp 3000 as a 20 year old in 2025. and yet, unlike the average person would expect, he would still stay in the library studying for hours as if it were his humble abode. to think, to have a girlfriend like you, he would focus on you more, or at least study with you. and yet, he chose not to. in fact insisting not to, stating his studies are a 'him' thing, hoping you wouldn't be offended. because he was entirely bullshitting.

the actual reason he's so adamant on not letting you study with him, or around him, is because your presence is enough to turn him on. he'd say he couldn't explain it, the reason your existence made his body go hot in all the right places and suddenly be unable to speak a coherent sentence when around you, but of course, satoru could. considering the fact that he had studied neuroscience, he had ironically covered the science behind arousal.

so when you begged to spend time with your boyfriend during his precious study time, he mentally sighed because he knew that with you and your nature, and his woeful amount of decorum, he wouldn't exactly be using his hands for writing on paper.

believe me, he tried his best, originally having his wired earphones writing bullet points into his notebooks about natural selection. then, he had made eye contact with you, batting your eyelashes at him. he'd turn away, trying to keep his eyes glued to his paper and read the words over and over again of his textbook to avoid your gaze so he didn't act like a virgin and catch a boner immediately.

that was until you had taken off one of his earplugs and he heard you purr his name. "satoruuu, i'm bored." and that's all it took, as a tent slowly begun to uncomfortably in his pants. you couldn't blame him, your voice was so honeyed that whenever he'd hear it, dopamine went straight to his dick. internally cursing himself, satoru can't help but respond. "yesyes i know, but i need to study," he'd not-so-quietly mutter, his tone coming off more aggressive than it should because he's becoming sexually frustrated by the second at the fact that this is happening. he looks at you immediately, realising how he sounded as he watched a pout form on your face.

"i'm so sorry baby, i didn't mean it, i promise, it's just that my studies are important, it's not you!" he'd apologise profusely, his expression now worried. however, you weren't annoyed. you instead leaned in closer to him, placing your hand dangerously close to his crotch.

"i just wanted to talk to you, 's all," you're lying straight through your teeth as you start to tug on his belt — an indicator that you whatever you wished to do was more than just mere conversation. "we're in a library," he would protest, worried about getting caught doing such an obscene act in a place of learning.. so you did the right thing and removed your hand. "alright, you can keep studying."

he'd be happy for at least a second, and not a second later he would blurt, "nono, you can still do it while i study, please.."

what the fuck was he saying? ideally, satoru should be thankful. he wanted to study. his studies mattered — but the strain in his boxers mattered more, caused his voice to turn almost pitiful as his morals waned just so you could touch him.

and here he was, proving his original thoughts right. well, half right. he would be still be writing on paper with one shaking hand, as he used his other to shield his whimpers. he couldn't help himself, the way that your hands wrapped itself around him so delicately, stroking him up and down just right caused him to let out a whine. "f-fuckkk", he'd mewl, his mind beginning to grow hazy, completely fixated on the sensation that made his tip flush.

truly, the way he found himself in this situation is an absolute mockery. he couldn't read the words on his page if he tried, his glasses now fogging up, almost falling off his face due his heavy breathing, the rise and fall of his chest growing more fast paced with every pump each heartbeat matching the throbbing of his dick against your fingers.

"shh, satoru, we're in a library, you wouldn't want us to get caught, would you?" you would playfully tease him, adjusting his glasses back onto the top of his nose bridge reminding him of his previous statement before he consented to this mess. he frantically shook his head, babbling, "n-no, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm s-so sorry-"

and like the little minx that you were, you would only jerk him off faster with both your hands, giving attention to both his tip and the underside of his shaft. satoru had fully lost it by this point, the overstimulation making him teeter off the edge like a lit fuse growing shorter and shorter, and started bucking his hips into you, chasing his high like it was going to leave him. "mhmm, please, pleasepleaseplease mommy, i'm gonna have an org-"

his back arched as hot, thick streams of white fluid coated your fingers and the corners of his textbook. "mhm, ride it out," you'd talk him through his orgasm, him following your orders as he rode his hips into you until he couldn't any more.

you wiped the fog off of his glasses as you planted a sweet kiss onto his cheek. he would smile at the contact, still recovering, until his eyes widened as they landed onto his textbook, (barely) stained with his load. "no, my book!"

you would have face palmed in that moment if you didn't have his cum all over your fingers. what. a. dork.

but the bigger issue was how much one of you were going to have to pay the suguru geto , the one in ap CSA, to hack into the school's system to delete the footage of you two off of the security cameras.

..the ones you sat right in front of.

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[jaibunni]

thinking about toji and sukuna fucking you absolutely dumb because you were in the kitchen making baked mac & cheese and as you were folding in the macaroni with the rest of the ingredients, you made the mistake of saying "this is what good pussy sounds like"

obviously, you were joking but in typical toji and sukuna fashion, they took that as a challenge. so now here you are -- getting fucked within an inch of your life, cum and slick literally pouring out of your pussy, making a mess of your thighs and completely ruining the sheets.

"hey toji, think it sounds like good pussy yet?" sukuna asks as he slides one of his cocks even further down your throat. toji grips your hips tighter as he gives an experimental thrust up into your well fucked hole. your answering moan is muffled not only by sukuna's cock, but also by the absolutely filthy wet sound of your cum stuffed cunt. "naaaah...still doesn't sound quite right yet. i think this mac could use a little more milk."

listen...i know i said i was going to be working on my longer fics but here's the thing. its not my fault. i was in the grocery store, minding my business as i was shopping and listening to music, when life is short by ski mask the slump god came on. there's a line where he says "turn yo guts to macaroni wet" and well...the demons got me again. i told yall i don't make the rules here. anywhoosies, now that i've exorcised myself of these particular demons, maybe this time i'll actually get to work on my other stuff 😩

[zeninsin]

what i will write: character x character, mommy kink, gun kink, degeneracy, temp play, age gap (nothing illegal), minimal blood/knife kink but no period sex, praise/degradation, brat taming, cucking (cuck kenjaku anyone?) etc etc, just ask if unsure. what i will not write: pregnancy/lactation (maybe), necrophilia, stepcest. or incest. watersports, scat, dub/non-con/cnc, rape, pet play/furries, real people, vomit kink, yandere themes, ask and i'll lyk ! who i write for: jjk central, so anyone legal from there. mainly sukuna and toji, but i'll indulge in anyone, just give me time to research. i also indulge in rdr2, so arthur morgan (🤤) is on the table too. smau's and hc's are accepted!

i'd prefer if minors don't read my stuff/interact, however I was also that minor that would go on mdni pages lol— i'm not gonna go outta my way to check every follower, but just don't let me catch you.

requests are currently open! however, i write in my own time, so please bare with <3

[zeninsin]

i want things to be beautiful.

since when has it become not cool to try? f* loser. - asap rocky.

abt me: 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄. enfp. black (zim). genuine toji obsessor. not an amateur writer but not shakespeare either. ludophile. poet. daughter of the divine. prolly nd. mha enthusiast. horrible at texting back.

interests: fnaf. detroit become human. mha. pawsg. veil. haikyuu. jjk. ts3. scream. pose. dare me. wreck it ralph. steven universe. dps. euphoria. st. annie.

music: kendrick lamar. clara la san. kwn. mj. rihanna. carti. nwjns. brent faiyaz. bryson tiller. doja.

media: vellthehuman. lakeith stanfield. caleb mclaughlin <3 idris elba. mikey madison. robin buckleyyyy.

characs: toji and sukuna (yes, and in a gay way.) kenjaku, arthur, tamaki and more <3

gif colouring by me.