smut, 18+, mdni

nasty!toji who spits on your pussy while eating you out just to watch it slide down your puffy folds until it dips to your entrance. shoving his tongue inside your hole and fucking his saliva deeper inside, chuckling against you when he feels you clench around his hot tongue. “you like that, sweetheart?” words hot and thick against your sticky cunt.

toji gets impatient with not having an answer and pulls away just to spank your pussy. “asked you a question,” he barks in a sharp tone, catching your attention. you immediately squeal, voice breaking with a “y-yes! oh god, i love it, toji!” you can barely make out a muffled, “good girl” before he’s spreading your folds open wide, watching as you blossom pink and flushed for him before licking up your slit and sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

#BUILD-A-BLOB !?

bad ☆ summary. good news? your nephew’s birthday gift to you definitely works. bad news? turns out to be a cranky four armed creature that nags at everything you do. good / bad news? he’s smokin’ hot and you wanna fuck him nasty. seriously, what the fuck.

rena’s ☆ note. guys i’m giggling so hard at the gif HELP

“the fuck are ya starin’ at?”

technically speaking, you think you’re looking at a seven foot monster with more arms than you can count, more mouths than necessary and much more tattoos than you can see. just a minute ago, this entity had been an ugly formless blob with a singular eye and bucked teeth that sat against your window, forming incoherent sentences as “me want water”, “me need light” or your personal favorite, “me want you to fuck off”.

you’d left to check on your plants momentarily, coming back to your living space to find that the blob had transformed into a . . . human? something along the word that you use very loosely.

he stands tall and proud and very naked— though unimpressed, toned arms crossed and ass cheeks facing the world outside. you can see the reflection of his clenched buns through the glass and— is that a fucking tramp stamp?

“i’m thinking. . . what used to be my birthday gift,” you answer slowly, brows pinched in confusion as your head tilts. it’s below you, sure, but you can’t help staring at what’s below him. surely it’s the weed catching up to you because there’s no way that, “is that— holy shit, is that two dicks?”

Best friend!Gojo all loopy on anesthesia after getting his wisdom teeth removed - and the very moment he lays eyes on you he’s crying because the man thinks he’s gone to heaven, but hey, at least the angels were fine as hell.

Gojo never likes to tell others that that’s how you got together.

MDNI

magnum opus sylus fucking you after he gets jealous of ur mannequin boyfriend, he has ur legs over his shoulder n he’s folded u in such a mean mating press

his thrusts aren’t fast but they’re so deep and hard, each time he pulls out only to mercilessly thrust back in, he hits that sweet spot every time, making ur eyes roll to the back of your head

“could your little mannequin boyfriend do this?” thrust, “hmm?” thrust, “could he make your legs shake like this, kitten?” of course, he knows ur unable to answer him when he’s fucking you within an inch from ur life, and he knows ur a goner when his thumb slides down to ur clit to draw little circles

he leans down to groan against your ear and his smile falls and that once teasing cadence goes with it when he groans, “let go around me and remember I am the only one who can make you fall apart from pleasure. I am the only one who can tear these sounds from your throat when you orgasm for me.” with one last thrust and roll of his thumb on your clit, you explode as he whispers. “you are mine.”

one morning you wake up after a particularly rowdy office party to find yourself in bed with hiromi higuruma. it’s a shock to you, of course—higuruma is the last you’d peg as a one-night-stand kind of man. but the dull ache in your groin and the sensitivity in your nipples that only comes after being bitten mean tells you that you aren’t mistaken: you fucked higuruma.

until you roll over in bed to find kento nanami sleeping on your other side.

catalyst - chapter 5

The frantic knocking on your door made you jump out of bed. “Sukuna, what are you—is that blood?” The tall man moved past you. You rubbed your eyes and followed him to your bedroom, body warm and still delirious from sleep.

You tried to grab onto his arm to get him to look at you, but the man was swift with his movements, shuffling around the room in flashes of pink and red. His leather jacket hanging off of his lean and broad shoulders. “Sukuna, what’s wrong with your face? There’s blood everywhere.”

catalyst - chapter 4

Staring at you in the mirror was someone you hadn’t seen since prom night— a woman dressed up to the nines with more makeup than your preference. And this was all because Sukuna wanted you to accompany him to the annual sports charity ball instead of Uraume. 

Your dress was of his choosing— not that you had anything suitable for a cocktail formal. The dress was simple yet beautiful— a long maroon form-fitting dress with a modest slit up to your left knee. A sheer lace strap covered your shoulders, and your neck was decorated with the fanciest necklace you had- a thin gold chain gifted to you by Sukuna on your first anniversary together. 

catalyst - chapter 3

“And after you get your cast removed, you’re gonna go meet your therapist. You’re due for a session.” Sukuna couldn’t be bothered to listen to Uraume’s rambling. Not when you walked around in his apartment in those shorts that made you look so enticing. Those shorts wouldn’t have lasted a minute in his sight two years ago. Your body moved swiftly behind Uraume’s frame, which was slightly below face-level with him. 

catalyst - chapter 2

It had been two years since you had seen and felt Sukuna’s naked body. Two years too long. You never realized how much you missed out on his life when your hands began to roam around his shoulders. He had gotten bigger and firmer. His body was always much larger than yours, but this was on a different level. He was an athlete, after all. Shoulders that were once just broad were now bulging with muscles. His arms almost looked like water waves, subtly flexing with every movement. He was thicker than an average man. 

catalyst - chapter 1

Gravel crunched underneath your sneakers as you dragged them along the pavement. You had been running around the city with tired limbs and a resume in hand, trying to get a job after getting your last rejection letter from one of the medical schools you applied to.

flirting — Tengen x reader x wives • NSFW • MDNI

Idk I wrote this with @togame-hoe in mind as the fourth wife bc this is her energy

Tengen Uzui is the king of flirting. No question about it. Gender orientation doesn’t matter, a pretty face is a pretty face, and Tengen knows how to get it flustered. A quick comment here, a wink and an eat-your-heart-out smirk, there. People fold right into his palm, just as he intends, and the crown sits a little higher on his head each time they do.

Until you. Until the day he marries you, and Tengen learns that his title as master flirt was little more than a placation. A participation trophy, of sorts, even. Because nothing, nothing at all, can compete with you.

“Do you want me to get you a chair?” He offers one morning, noticing the way you lean against the counter while nursing a cup of freshly brewed tea. He goes to stand, to offer you his own seat at the breakfast table, when you raise a hand to halt him.

“Why?” You reply, lofty, though without missing a beat. “I could just use the one on top of your neck.”

Basketball players!Gojo and Geto trying to see who can get the most slamdunks before the winner gets to slam you into the locker room bench, they’re lil’ good luck charm.

Some of you guys have never burned a CD and it shows

Some of you guys don't even realise I don't mean setting a CD on fire

Ykw

We need menstruation days off. We didn't ask for this. Let us suffer in peace at home under a blankie. Fuck this

Coworker!Nanami who you happened to smile at on his first day working at the company; and spent as many hours thinking about that smile as he did trying to capture its radiance in sketches upon sketches until his hands stained with charcoal.

Coworker!Nanami who always watched from afar, admired from afar. Believing himself not worthy to talk to someone that lit up the room the way you did, after all, shadows live behind the sun.

Coworker!Nanami who pinches himself a good few times the first time you come up and chatter away about some document. Sure, it’s about work– but the man goes home and pens nearly five ridiculous sonnets about the entire thing. 

Coworker!Nanami who almost faints when you give him the time of day thereafter. Not that anyone would be able to see, of course, his poker face was almost perfect. Almost - all except for the bright pink blush on the tips of his ears, and the way his hands trembled whenever they brushed yours. 

Coworker!Nanami who spends exactly three hours talking himself up in the mirror one day to ask you out. Only to stumble over his own two feet the very day and end up popping the question, not just any question - the question. Will you marry me?

Coworker!Nanami who wishes the world would swallow him up right then and there. That is, until you giggle and nod about becoming his “work wife” if he takes you out to dinner first.

Coworker!Nanami who has no idea that you’d one day take out the “work” in “work wife”, and yet writes about it in his secret diary, anyway - fresh home from your first date, and lip-stick covered.

sexaddict!satoru spends all his days fantasising about how he will bend you into new positions and push you past your limits, thinking about how he could utilise his jujutsu to do just that.

sexaddicted!satoru who has to have you at least twice a day (your mouth and hands don’t count, he has to be inside you) and it isn’t up for negotiation.

“Satoru, we need to pack for your work trip.”

Tears of need welled in his eyes, threatening to spill past his lids as he ground against your ass. His clothes were really starting to piss him off.

“Sweetheart, if I am not inside you in the next minute I am going to die.” His grinds grew more frantic, his moans loud as he held you in place with an arm like an iron band around your waist.

“Sweetheart, pleaseee.”

And really, you didn’t have much of a choice but to agree.

sexaddict!satoru likes to work himself up before he finally slides inside of you. He likes his cock, sensitive and twitching with the need to be wrapped up in your pussy. Tears fall down his cheeks as he whimpers, hips rutting mindlessly, and there is a 75% chance he will come as soon as he has seated himself inside of you. But don’t worry, he’s the strongest, he has another four or five rounds in him.

sexaddict!satoru has a bad habit of fingering you anywhere and everywhere, no place too risqué. A work meeting? No problem. A restaurant? No problem. A club? He may even fuck you he is that much of an egotistical bastard.

sexaddict!satoru is down to try any and everything, there is no idea he wont turn down, but he is incredibly respectful of your own boundaries, the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable.

sexaddict!satoru has never truly had enough of you.