Lemon

fanfiction is so awesome. some of the most brilliant writers youve ever met are writing the most crazy porn youve ever seen. does that not move you

one of my favorite thing about dating satosugu is how polar opposite they are while fucking you.

suguru looks nonchalant on the surface but he's so pussy whipped once the doors are closed. no one will even suspect that the bored face turns into frowned brows and lip bites once he is drunk on your pussy. he is growling like a wolf in heat. all his sanity is vanished as he pumps his girth inside you. you are so fucking tight that it's costing him all his strength to not bust a nut inside you so soon. his hair is messed up, greasy and probably a little tangled from the animalistic pace and positions he is taking you in.

satoru on the other hand looks like he is about to dry hump you in public (maybe he is). this man has no shame at all. he will make out sloppy with you till he is drooling down your jaw, beg for your pussy at a walmart aisle till everyone is looking at you two like you'rea freak. but once in bed, the roles are reversed. he teases the fuck out of you. you are the one begging now. he will push his tip in just enough to entice you only to steal that hope and pull out. the look of frustration on your face gets him off. he is wearing a shit eating grin, opposed to what he had earlier in public while you are whining and crying for more.

time to work! 👔

ac: _jvtll

EXCUSE ME...WHAT?!!

Sukuna's the type of boyfriend where you confess to him first and he acts like he knew all along. He didn't - and he does a major fistbump the moment you look away.

The type where he'll click his tongue at wherever you want to drag him during your date, then snatch your hand and take you there anyway.

The type where he lets you put on face masks and eyeliner on him to your hearts content - no matter how much says it's stupid, and he doesn't need that shit, anyway, you always catch him keeping it on.

The type to make you pretty bracelets - not buy, make. Picking out charms and colors he thinks you'd love and then thrusting it into your hands saying it "wasn't a big deal, anyway." But you catch that pretty blush on his cheeks.

The type that makes your coworkers slightly concerned when a towering, beefy man is waiting for you on his rugged motorbike. And they've got their fingers on the phone already, peering anxiously outside as you cling onto the very man with a tight hug. And only - only - when they catch him fastening on your helmet, oh-so-gently do they breathe out in relief, realizing that maybe he's just that type.

Have this drawing i did of Toji as one of Gumi's shadows.

being self aware suuuucks like yeah this thought pattern/behavior is stupid and pointless and a symptom. i know this. [does it anyways

Imagine hating on me but i spend my free time maladaptive daydreaming about getting raw dogged by fictional men

A secret kiss…

Heian Sukuna x OC

Oh.....

"--and this is the staffroom," Gojo sing-songed, swinging open the door on your First Day Tour, with you a few steps behind him, "--ah! And that's Nanamin. Say hi, Nanamin!"

A tall, suited blond man looked up from his spot on the sofa as you peered in; at first, he simply nodded to you, disinterested. Then, Gojo spoke again while leading you out.

"--he's not very fun, don't worry-- no sense of humour."

Your final glimpse as the door closed, was of the blond man's irritated scowl.

It was true; Kento clearly didn't make people laugh, for he was either too mean or too subtle to be funny. This was the case, at least, until you. And you had no idea what your laughter did to him.

You had formed an alliance of respect, an easy bond that would have been camaraderie if not for Kento's standoffishness. You felt him hover nearby on joint missions, close enough to lunge to your rescue, but far enough that he could resist your magnetism.

Talking, and surveying the abandoned school, you spoke aloud as you walked down the stairs.

"So perhaps I'll take the East Wing, and you take the We--ergh!"

You reeled back, having walked headfirst into a buckled ceiling. Kento stepped to your aid, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, and lifting your chin to look at your forehead. He huffed, barely a puff of breath through his nose, wiping dust from your forehead before grumbling.

"You'll be alright. Not much in there, anyway."

You burst into laughter, and Kento electrified, absolutely rigid. You patted his chest, still giggling as you walked away, cooing back over your shoulder in a way that utterly melted him.

"So mean."

so like, i'm very tipsy right now, and all i can think about is having a few drinks with nanami during a date, and then it gets hot and heavy in the backseat of the car on the way home.

Yes, please

He finally fell asleep in the arms of his big teddy bear

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gojo x love shot by exo)

Meow hello??

back to evil plans

"when they lay me to rest beside you, may they see this scar and think i am a part of your matching set. may they never know how i was alone."

happy birthday shoko my love 👏

Kusakabe 🍭 commission for my dear friend @kusakabesimp that I somehow forgot to upload here

The color palette +the anatomy+ the domestic pose =MASTERPIECE 🖤

Two toothbrushes?😏🤭

KusaHigu Headcanons A-Z : Healing Touch

When Shoko brought them into the clinic, she placed them side by side, arranging their beds close enough for the Kusakabe to reach out and take Higuruma's hand, a silent anchor through the haze of exhaustion and pain. Without asking, Shoko understood that Kusakabe’s presence would bring healing that no treatment could match.

Though his own wounds mended quickly, Kusakabe stayed rooted at the lawyer's bedside, brushing aside every well-meaning suggestion to rest. Colleagues offered to sit with Higuruma in shifts, assuring him that someone would be there when the lawyer woke, but each time, he gave a gentle shake of his head. Leaving Hiromi's side simply wasn’t an option.

Higuruma’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, his vision adjusting to the dim light in the clinic. Before the ache in his body fully registered, he felt the steady warmth of Atsuya's hand wrapped firmly around his own. Disoriented, he blinked and looked up, finding the samurai's familiar face.

Kusakabe’s expression softened, his thumb brushing over the back of Higuruma’s hand. “Hi, beautiful,” he said softly. Leaning in, he helped the lawyer sit up, gently guiding him as he shifted.

Once Higuruma was settled, Kusakabe reached for one of his own shirts. This wasn’t the first time he'd dressed his partner, though it was the first time they'd shared such a private act in front of anyone else. Kusakabe slid the sleeve over Higuruma’s good arm with an ease that came from knowing each other this closely. The gesture felt like it had been done a thousand times before, even though there were only a handful of moments they had shared like this.

The shirt draped loosely, enveloping Hiromi in the warmth and scent that was undeniably Kusakabe’s. The samurai's fingers moved over the buttons, fastening each one carefully, sealing Higuruma in a layer of soft affection. The fabric settled around his shoulders, the sleeves falling past his wrists, and the fabric pooling at his waist.

A smile formed on Kusakabe’s lips as he reached up to cup Higuruma’s cheek, his thumb tracing a delicate line just beneath his cheekbone with an almost reverent touch.

In the warmth of his partner's palm, Higuruma felt something beginning to heal, mending spaces he’d thought would remain untouched, unknown. This wasn’t just about physical recovery; it was about trust, about the safety of being held by someone who saw and cared for him so deeply. And as that feeling settled, so did a rare, quiet peace -- a gentle assurance that he was no longer alone

This was soooooo good: I NEEDED a good dose of fluff today😻 thanks Sean😽

So good!