𝒮𝐸𝒩𝒮𝒰𝒜𝐿 𝒮𝐸𝒟𝒰𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩.

toji fushiguro.

one. two. three. four. five. six.

suguru getou.

one. two. three. four. five. six.

satoru gojo.

one. two. three. four. five. six.

choso kamo.

one. two. three. four. five. six.

nanami kento.

one. two. three. four. five. six.

sukuna ryomen.

one. two. three. four. five. six.

𝒜𝑀 𝐼 𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴?

𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒮 𓇼 14k. pwp, lowercase intended, age gap ꒰ toji is 36, reader is 24 ꒱ submissive reader, pleasure!dom toji, bondage ꒰ belt ꒱, check ins, heavy praise, overstimulation, aftercare, unprotected, videography, oral ꒰ f + m ꒱ , squirting + kreaming, spanking, choking, hair pulling, mild degradation, intimacy on high, toji is intimidating, manhandling, masturbation, daddy kink srry not srry, pet names ꒰ baby, girl, pretty, sweetheart, angel ꒱ minors aren't welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated!

౨ৎ — ꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 ꒱: this took me so long to finish y'all but im super proud of it. one of my favorite works so far so i hope y’all enjoy. ♡

you hold your notebook in your hands, a bright pink color with numerous doodles sketched onto its cover, your pen on the back of your ear as you slowly cross off a list of things you needed to buy while browsing on your laptop. your room is quiet aside from the soft sound of music playing from your stereo, beyoncé’s cowboy carter album playing from start to finish while you slumped into your soft pink duvet hiding beneath a white canopy slip. the air is crisp how you like, a fresh, chunky strawberry is chewed between teeth, and your skin is freshly scrubbed and moisturized, only covered in a matcha green two piece short and tank set. a laptop sits on your thighs as you cross your legs, twirling your left calf as you bury your back into your mountain of plushies.

this was frustrating. you never realized how hard this would be to find someone to fuck, let alone film content with. you’d made a profile on hinge a week prior to now, and most of the matches weren’t close to peaking your interest. most of the men seemed like creeps, some too old . . . giving very much grim reaper. and others, too young, freshly adults at that. you think you’ve made yourself appealing enough. cute profile with full faced pictures, personality traits, daily interests even . . . but it somehow didn’t attract those you truly wanted.

𝒩𝒪𝒪𝒦𝐼𝐸.

warnings ౨ৎ 2.7k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, cunninglingus/face riding, cottage core au? + getou’s a farmer, missionary in da kitchen, praising ofc, exhibitionism, jealousy, possessiveness, getou’s kinda rude, sub / dom dynamic, established relationship, rough play, m oral, impact play, unprotected, pet names ex. [ baby, sweetheart ], minors aren’t welcomed! comments and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

getou doesn’t appreciate that you aren’t greeting him with his usual kisses after you raise on your tippy toes to smooch him after he comes home from a long day of churning butter and tending to livestock. it doesn’t make him happy to know that you’re not tending to his attention and rather giving it to another man after he strolls through your large kitchen, that he built for you, to head into the back of your farmhouse to find you giggling and conversing with the new gardener. a gardener that you personally hired that he had yet to meet.

he could smell the pan of shepherds pie and cornbread in the oven, ignoring the way his stomach growls hungrily and it quickly being consumed with irritation. you’re wearing your cute pink apron with tiny patterns of sunflowers and bunnies as you hold a woven basket of freshly picked strawberries the man before you tossed into. having a conversation about fucking strawberries. he didn’t expect this man to be. . . of your type. tall, nice smile, good hair, makes you laugh a little too fucking hard. what about fruits could possibly be so fucking funny, [♡]?

“what a surprise,” getou’s voice is laced with annoyance, deep and causing the two to go silent as he makes his way down the steps to stand directly next to you. you blink, knowing your husband very well and easily you could tell he’s off.

“hi, baby! this is matteo, he’s our new gardener! we were talking a lot about the new setup i plan on having!” the smile on your face is pure, looking back and forth between getou and your gardener. “he just started today.”

first class. sukuna ryomen.

. . . fem!reader, lowercase intended, private jet sex, true form!sukuna, monsterfucking, tummy mouth, multiple tongues, riding, sukuna has two dicks yuh, tipsy sex, size kink, spanking, choking, mouth spitting, black coded, sukuna’s a giver, dumbification, double penetration, drabble.

the taste of strawberry daiquiri still resides in your throat, mixing the frozen delicacy with casamigos had the alcohol thrumming in your veins like the best poison. soft expensive cotton from the duvet dressing the king sized mattress brushing on your knees as your hips buck with every wet, sloppy kiss to your exposed neck. your clit’s beating hard each time the tongue on his stomach licks you up, whining and pressing yourself down harder on his tummy, jerking up which results to sukuna smacking your ass for scooting off.

“sit back down and cum,” sukuna growls in your mouth, kissing you and grabbing your throat with one of the many hands he accrued. two heavy, veiny hands groping your waist to keep you still, your eyes watering from the multiple orgasms you’ve been through thus far.

“s’too much, ‘kuna,” a moan scratches in your throat, gasping when he leans forward and grips the back of your knees, getting on his and sitting back on the balls of his feet. your back is arched, a trickle of sweat rolling down your spine before there’s a line of saliva drooling down your sternum. clutching onto the pink and black undercut of his hair as he tongue fucks your tits, sucking your nipples gently before flattening his fat tongue over and kissing sweetly.

“what happened to ‘i can take it, ‘kuna. m’a big girl’ huh?” that damned smirk curls on his face as he lifts and drags you to ride his stomach, fixating on the white contrasting your eyes when they cross into nothingness. “that’s what i fuckin’ thought.”

NEEDY ☆ todo aoi.

★ 𖥻 synopsis. todo hasn't been satisfying your needs, so you make him.

☆. warnings — 4.2k. nsfw, pwp, lowercase intended, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, black coded, sensual sex, readers needy, established relationship, domestic, yall have a baby, slight femdom, submissive, biting, teasing, creampie, male oral, quiet sex, kinda vanilla, breeding kink. minors aren't allowed! reblogs & comments are appreciated.

morose weather always made you strangely weak. chewing delicately on the silver dior-lettered necklace, you pout your plump lips as you watch your daughter gnaw on her ice-cold teething ring while her short chubby legs frantically kicked. an adorable face you made had her smiling, the one-year-old comfortably enjoying the silent atmosphere laying in her rocker, the white noise from the television playing criminal minds quietly. doves in the wind by sza played harmoniously from your speaker in the matcha green kitchen you stood in, coating the fluffy hot beignets with powdered sugar your man craved while he worked himself tirelessly in his office. that same man that grabbed you by your waist this morning to kiss your neck and hold you after you cooked him a homey breakfast that consisted of french toast, bacon, over-easy eggs, and strawberries remained locked up in his sanctuary across the living room.