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drabbles:
gojo never wanted to marry
gojo finds out you weren't supposed to marry him
watching him train
the moments after you two got married
arranged marriage!gojo tag (everything to do with him)
choso fucking you so hard he starts crying.
choso whimpering as his hips stutter every time he presses deep inside you, his cock kissing your cervix.
choso trembling when you clench around him purposely, coo-ing up at him that he's fucking you sooo good.
choso cumming so hard he collapses on top of you, still giving you small aborted thrusts, his hips circling against yours, his cock rubbing persistently against your cervix making you cum.
choso's arms tightly wrapping around you, body shaking as you milk his cock, your pussy pulsing sweetly around him.
choso falling asleep still inside you, being soothed by you stroking his hair, whispering praise and reassuring words in his ear.
kinktober day 14; mirror sex w/ nanami
kento nanami is a man of gorgeous thoughts. he feels deeply, appreciates the small and fine, and never ever lies to you.
so when he tells you that you're the most beautiful thing he's seen, that he was made for you in every regard possible, he means it. the way you tend to disagree with him, brush him off as complimenting you for the sake of it, doesn't sit right with your blond lover. had he not vowed honesty to you with trembling hands and tear-glossed eyes at the altar?
it starts with a hand mirror. a dainty little one you used to make sure you were presentable here and there. he takes it from your bag one evening, comes up behind you to rest his chin on the top of your head and hands you the little compact mirror. "i want to show you," he starts, voice silken, "just how perfectly we fit together."
and because you trust him implicitly, it doesn't take much for kento to have you sat reverse-cowgirl on his cock and staring down at the little compact mirror he hold between your legs. you can feel it already, how good he stretches you out and fills you up—but seeing it as well, the point at which you two meet and join into one, is all-encompassing.
“see how perfectly you take me?” his voice honeyed in your ear, free hand snaking around to rub circles at your clit with his fingertips. “no one could complete me like this; not like you do, honey.”
and he thrusts his hips up, impales you further on his cock as if to prove a point. he’s so deep, reaching points you’d thought too much before him. kento makes you watch the way you tighten around him as he draws an orgasm out of you with practiced ease. ‘so pretty, so perfect,’ he calls you.
a little hand mirror soon turns into a full body length mirror brought home one evening and set up across from your bed. he tells you it’s so that he can check he’s tidy before work if you’re in the shower and the bathroom mirror is all fogged up. which isn’t a lie, because he wouldn’t lie to you—it’s only a plus side that when he’s eating you out before bed each night, your thighs thrown over his shoulders as he kneels at the bedside and makes you cum on his tongue until you’re all he can taste, that you can watch it all in the mirror he’ll tie his tie in front of come-morning.
or when he’s got your back arching against his chest as he fucks you from behind. a strong hand at your throat to keep your gaze on the way he’s pushing you forward with each thrust. how the mirror doubles your pleasure, plays it back like porn made to be viewed only in the moment.
or, when he’s feeling particularly mean, and fucks you standing against that same mirror. drool dripping from your lips and landing across your chest as he grabs at your tits with a disrespect rare on him. teeth indenting the skin of your shoulder as his free hand holds your face hardly an inch from the mirror, fingers venturing into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue as his cock pushes you against the cold mirror with each rut of his hips.
‘eye contact when you cum,’ he orders. and as you’re about to meet his eyes, he forces your face back to the mirror. ‘with yourself, pretty. want you to see what i dream about when i close my eyes.’
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gojo, toji, sukuna, higuruma, kusakabe and shiu are the types to grab you by your jaw with the most devilish smile curled into their lips as they tower over you — calling you sweetheart in their deep n rumbly voice, almost begging — and gosh! you can just feel the hearts appear in your eyes!
imagine sucking on gojo’s cock as geto pounds into you from behind, heavy balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. your hands claw at gojo’s thighs as he fucks his cock into your mouth at the same pace as geto fucks your little cunt. drool drips down your chin and tears stream down your face from both pleasure, and from gagging around gojo’s thick cock.
what really does it though, is when the two lean forward and capture each other’s mouth in a heated kiss. you can’t see their heated make out session, but you sure as hell can hear it. you can hear the kissing sounds coming from between their lips, as well as the sounds of them tongue-fucking each other’s mouth as they wrap frantically run their hands over the other’s body.
★ thinking about how moving in with sex addict satoru is simultaneously the best and worst decision you've ever made in your life.
because on one hand you get to spend the quiet parts of life with the man you love. you get to share space with him in a domestic setting, fall asleep with him at night only to wake up to him in the morning. you get good sex as often as you want it, take-out nights and tv marathons that aren't on the table when you don't live together.
but on the other hand, even the simplest of things has satoru bending you over the nearest surface and sinking deep into you. of course when you moved in, he made you cum in every room of the house as a way of christening it—but you didn't expect him to then insist on making you cum on every surface the house has to offer.
you can't buy new furniture without satoru laying you back on top of it and eating you out for an hour minimum.
you can't make dinner without ending up with your face pressed against the countertop as you're split open by his cock.
you have to give up on keeping the bed made, as you never make it more than a few hours before he's throwing you on top of it to fuck you stupid and ruin the fold of the sheets.
you can't shower without his fingers plunging into you under the scalding water.
you can't sit down without satoru insisting his lap is much more comfortable—why not cockwarm him while you're at it?
oh and you think you get a moment of reprieve when he goes away for missions? nope—because after so long of 24/7 access to the best dick you've ever had, you find when he's gone that your fingers just aren't long and learned like his are. your toys don't bite at your neck with each thrust. you can't cuff yourself to the bed. you can't cum without him.
and suddenly you have to come to terms with the fact that you too, are addicted to satoru gojos cock.
kento's a real man.
a man who uses your purse with no shame, even if everyone stares at him.
a man who does not feel ashamed in doing 'feminine' activities, in his eyes, it's just an activity. since when is cooking or knitting shameful?
a man who doesn't have the need to control your every move. he doesn't always need to be in a position of power over you.
a man who flaunts your achievements, even if they're greater than his. in fact, he could never be prouder.
a man who understands the decision of the amount of children to have entirely is up to you.
a man who isn't scared to buy feminine products and in fact volunteers to buy them when you are in need.
a man who understands that housework is a shared activity and that being a housewife is a real job.
a man who understands the sacrifice of becoming a full-time mom and makes sure you know you're appreciated in every single moment.
note: beabadoobee reference, got an idea while listening to her song
jjk men who would use their belt on you while you’re sucking them off:
taking the end of a leather belt, he’d slide it across your neck and grip tightly onto both ends as if they were reins. he’d use the belt and haul your head back and forth on his cock and thrust his hips with your mouth enveloping him. grunts of pleasure slip out his mouth as he pulls your head closer with the belt, then release for you to catch your breath. the sight of you gasping and absentmindedly sticking out your tongue with precum dripping down your chin was too precious. "does that feel good? you want more?" he would tease while rubbing his cock on your lips. you were too etched in fiery desire from such rough treatment. your mouth would be too exhausted to speak the right words. as he continues to thrust ruthlessly in your mouth, you savor his cock with your warm tongue, rolling your eyes back as he slammed the back of your throat harder. his grunts fall shorter, rougher, more demanding. the lewd sounds blends with your moans. your movement would be limited as he forces you to stay like that, like a fleshlight to him, the back of your neck held with his belt while he fucks your mouth. after several harsh slams and thrusts, you grew into a haze. long trails of his slick cum and your drool hang off your mouth and your chin.
GETO, TOJI, nanami, higuruma, sukuna.