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mdni!! ( ´ ▽ ` )
oughhh thinking abt choso sucking strap. oughhhhhh
cw’s: gn! reader (reader is afab), (very light) dacryphilia, mentions of drool/spit/gagging and uhhh i think that’s it!! ^^
he was a little confused by your proposition at first but he agreed quickly after you explained. if it was something that would make you feel good why would he say no?
“so it’s just… the same way you do it to me?” his voice is soft when he speaks, his hands lightly running over the skin of your thighs as if trying to ground himself just by touching you. he looks so small from this position, on his knees while not-so subtly eyeing the piece of silicone fixed to your pelvis. it was… strange. different. but he couldn’t bring himself to really mind it. if the way his cock was already twitching in his pants said anything, you would say he was just as excited as you were.
you nod in response, bringing a hand up to graze over his jaw. he looks up at you with the small touch, so attentive and hyperaware of every one of your actions. “take it as slow as you need, cho. i don’t want you to overwhelm yourself.” you reminded him gently. he had a habit of getting overexcited and — as endearing as it was — it usually ended with you having to force him to slow down so he could have a chance to recover. cute, but you were worried about him hurting himself in this specific scenario.
“i’ll be careful.” he reassured you, his voice a hoarse whisper as his eyes drifted back down to your strap-on. his movements were careful when he brought a hand up to wrap around the base of your cock, his eyes wide and watching your reactions as his tongue tentatively kitten-licked around the tip. the heady look you were giving him must’ve given him more confidence because soon enough he was wrapping his lips around the silicone of your dick, the tip tapping against the inside of his cheek while he practiced the shallow back and forth motion that had sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head whenever you did it to him.
you hadn’t even realized your hand had moved to rest at the top of his head until his eyes had met yours, snapping you out of the small daze you had fallen into. he looked so pretty, so desperate for your approval even when his mouth was filled with your cock. he made sure to keep his motions slow as he took you deeper and deeper, allowing his throat to adjust to the new intrusion. his hands unconsciously gripped at your thighs, the pads of his fingers creating small divots in the plush skin while he took you deep enough for the tip of his nose to kiss! against the bottom of your tummy.
he held that position, his eyes desperately searching yours for approval while his nose remained smushed against your pelvis. you moved your hand to push his bangs back, a soft groan leaving you when you saw the tears dotting his lashline. “doin’ so good, cho. look so pretty takin’ my dick down your throat.” you swore you could feel the way his throat constricted around the silicone when he let out a small whimper at your words, a breathy curse leaving your lips at the deep, almost shocking warmth that filled your stomach.
you almost whined when you saw him start to move again, your head falling back in an attempt to get away from the sinful view in front of you so you could catch your breath. you could feel everything if you focused hard enough. the tight warmth of his throat, the soft vibrations of his moans when you gripped at his hair, the way his throat tightened with every small gag and bob of his head.
“fuck my throat.” his hoarse little whisper cut through your thoughts, his hands holding an almost bruising grip on your thighs. you could only breathe out a small, dumb “huh?” before he repeated himself. “fuck my throat, please… wanna know how it feels when i do it to you.” his hands massaged your thigh like he was trying to persuade you to say yes (as if you’d ever say no to an offer like that).
you nodded eagerly as soon as his words registered in your dazed brain, your breath hitching when he started taking you down his throat again. you let him readjust before starting with slow, shallow thrusts. you had to get used to the new rhythm just as much as he had to get used to the new sensation, but the both of you got the hang of it quickly.
your moans were unrestrained when you started speeding up your movements, choso’s teary eyes and soft gags as he struggled to take you sending you practically hurdling towards the edge. “gonna cum, cho… gonna fill up your pretty throat with my cum.” your words were strained and desperate, your thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as that warmth in your stomach finally unraveled. you threw your head back in a silent scream as your hips pushed forward, your tip bumping against the back of choso’s throat. everything felt warm and deep and oh-so intense, your hips rhythmically spasming as you came down from your high.
you pulled out of your boyfriends throat, your lips forming a small o when you saw the trail of saliva that connected his lips to the silicone. your hand moved to cup his cheek, lightly guiding him to look at you. “you okay, cho? was i too rough?” your voice was hazy from your orgasm but your eyes studied him as intently as you could manage.
he nodded meekly, his hands folded in his lap and pressed against his aching cock.
poor baby… might as well return the favor, right?
it is a FACT there is NO such thing as a strap and there NEVER will be
ohhh u wanna suck on my strap so bad
mdni!! ( ´ ▽ ` )
oughhh thinking abt choso sucking strap. oughhhhhh
cw’s: gn! reader (reader is afab), (very light) dacryphilia, mentions of drool/spit/gagging and uhhh i think that’s it!! ^^
he was a little confused by your proposition at first but he agreed quickly after you explained. if it was something that would make you feel good why would he say no?
“so it’s just… the same way you do it to me?” his voice is soft when he speaks, his hands lightly running over the skin of your thighs as if trying to ground himself just by touching you. he looks so small from this position, on his knees while not-so subtly eyeing the piece of silicone fixed to your pelvis. it was… strange. different. but he couldn’t bring himself to really mind it. if the way his cock was already twitching in his pants said anything, you would say he was just as excited as you were.
you nod in response, bringing a hand up to graze over his jaw. he looks up at you with the small touch, so attentive and hyperaware of every one of your actions. “take it as slow as you need, cho. i don’t want you to overwhelm yourself.” you reminded him gently. he had a habit of getting overexcited and — as endearing as it was — it usually ended with you having to force him to slow down so he could have a chance to recover. cute, but you were worried about him hurting himself in this specific scenario.
“i’ll be careful.” he reassured you, his voice a hoarse whisper as his eyes drifted back down to your strap-on. his movements were careful when he brought a hand up to wrap around the base of your cock, his eyes wide and watching your reactions as his tongue tentatively kitten-licked around the tip. the heady look you were giving him must’ve given him more confidence because soon enough he was wrapping his lips around the silicone of your dick, the tip tapping against the inside of his cheek while he practiced the shallow back and forth motion that had sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head whenever you did it to him.
you hadn’t even realized your hand had moved to rest at the top of his head until his eyes had met yours, snapping you out of the small daze you had fallen into. he looked so pretty, so desperate for your approval even when his mouth was filled with your cock. he made sure to keep his motions slow as he took you deeper and deeper, allowing his throat to adjust to the new intrusion. his hands unconsciously gripped at your thighs, the pads of his fingers creating small divots in the plush skin while he took you deep enough for the tip of his nose to kiss! against the bottom of your tummy.
he held that position, his eyes desperately searching yours for approval while his nose remained smushed against your pelvis. you moved your hand to push his bangs back, a soft groan leaving you when you saw the tears dotting his lashline. “doin’ so good, cho. look so pretty takin’ my dick down your throat.” you swore you could feel the way his throat constricted around the silicone when he let out a small whimper at your words, a breathy curse leaving your lips at the deep, almost shocking warmth that filled your stomach.
you almost whined when you saw him start to move again, your head falling back in an attempt to get away from the sinful view in front of you so you could catch your breath. you could feel everything if you focused hard enough. the tight warmth of his throat, the soft vibrations of his moans when you gripped at his hair, the way his throat tightened with every small gag and bob of his head.
“fuck my throat.” his hoarse little whisper cut through your thoughts, his hands holding an almost bruising grip on your thighs. you could only breathe out a small, dumb “huh?” before he repeated himself. “fuck my throat, please… wanna know how it feels when i do it to you.” his hands massaged your thigh like he was trying to persuade you to say yes (as if you’d ever say no to an offer like that).
you nodded eagerly as soon as his words registered in your dazed brain, your breath hitching when he started taking you down his throat again. you let him readjust before starting with slow, shallow thrusts. you had to get used to the new rhythm just as much as he had to get used to the new sensation, but the both of you got the hang of it quickly.
your moans were unrestrained when you started speeding up your movements, choso’s teary eyes and soft gags as he struggled to take you sending you practically hurdling towards the edge. “gonna cum, cho… gonna fill up your pretty throat with my cum.” your words were strained and desperate, your thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as that warmth in your stomach finally unraveled. you threw your head back in a silent scream as your hips pushed forward, your tip bumping against the back of choso’s throat. everything felt warm and deep and oh-so intense, your hips rhythmically spasming as you came down from your high.
you pulled out of your boyfriends throat, your lips forming a small o when you saw the trail of saliva that connected his lips to the silicone. your hand moved to cup his cheek, lightly guiding him to look at you. “you okay, cho? was i too rough?” your voice was hazy from your orgasm but your eyes studied him as intently as you could manage.
he nodded meekly, his hands folded in his lap and pressed against his aching cock.
poor baby… might as well return the favor, right?
working so hard to get this out before my family wakes up wish me luck <///3
writing a lil smth smth abt choso sucking strap. u guys see the vision right.
AUGGGGH??? THANK YALL SM????? that’s a lot of ppl like i literally had 0 followers a couple months ago when i only read on this acct……. im so happy tysm for the support (о´∀`о)
oh this is a snippet of the strap sucking btw. if that wasn’t clear LMAO
he makes me so horny….. lord………
he makes me so horny….. lord………
writing a lil smth smth abt choso sucking strap. u guys see the vision right.
i love writing porn and i wont feel bad about it. understanding the eroticism of a character is character analysis if u are enlightened.
I want #league of villains to stomp on me.
heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes
getting a lip piercing despite being a habitual lip biter and your lips r always bloody but tomura does not give a fuck and will still give you rough make outs despite the blood and sore lips
-> will even add gas to the flame by biting down on your lips and pulling on the piercing
umm i don’t have a name for this one!! no cw’s other than some angst and fem! reader (reader is referred to as a woman and uses she/her pronouns) :]
word count: 916 (my longest posted yet!!!)
imagining shigaraki who announces to the league that he found a temporary place to stay a few weeks after the base gets destroyed, answering zero questions as to how exactly he found a place for a group of villains to stay after they had seemingly exhausted all of their options (“someone owed me a favor” was all he had said. none of them believed him).
they’re all confused when they arrive at a relatively residential neighborhood. they’re even more confused when their boss walks up to the front door of a random house as if he’s done it a thousand times before (he has. he’d always crawl back to this doorstep, always looking a little small and wounded).
and — not to be repetitive — but imagine their shock when the sweetest looking woman opens the door. you. you’re all smiles and sugar, giving their boss a wide smile before greeting the rest of them and inviting them inside. they’re practically gawking at the way you dote on them as if they’re normal houseguests and not a group of strangely dressed villains.
the blonde girl and the two men in masks are the only ones that introduce themselves (himiko, jin, and ‘compress’. you recognized them from tomuras previous explanations. he thought they were all pains in their own right, you couldn’t bring yourself to agree). the others stay close by tomura, allowing him to guide them through the new environment (as if they had much of a choice). he hadn’t said a word since the nice woman opened the door, even ignoring spinners insistent, whispered questions.
tomura suddenly stops, gesturing to three doors. “we’re taking up these two rooms, the garage, and the living room.” he points to the last door in the hallway. “that’s the bathroom. figure it out amongst yourselves.” he explained flatly, making his way back to the main area of the house with nothing else said. they were left with more questions than when they had initially gotten there.
their boss had settled into a couch by the time they wandered back into the main area, slouched against an armrest with that blank look he wore whenever he was lost in thought. you had taken to the more talkative three, smiling softly as you answered their questions while offering them mugs of something warm (you couldn’t help the softened look in your eyes when you saw the brief shock in their expressions at the gesture).
it was quiet for a while after that. peaceful, even… until you dropped a mug while trying to tidy up your kitchen. it had been a while since the league had seen their boss suddenly so alert, no hesitation in his movements when he briskly made his way into the kitchen. they had braced themselves to hear yelling or some form of harshness. anything to express his displeasure towards the sudden interruption to his thoughts. only, that’s not what happened. at all, actually.
you were a little more frantic, murmuring soft apologies while crouched down and picking up the larger shards of ceramic. only the three at the table could see what was going on, but the quiet way everything was handled was enough for everyone to connect some dots. tomura hadn’t said anything, simply moving down to your level to help you pick up the bigger shards.
when he finally spoke, it was like witnessing a different person. ‘soft’ was an adjective the league wasn’t familiar with. they didn’t have the privilege of really knowing what that word meant… they understood it better now though, with the way their boss was reassuring you in a quiet voice. his words were scolding as per usual, (even you weren’t immune to his small lectures urging you to ‘be more careful’) but he said them with a lightness none of them had heard before.
and then you touched him and suddenly they understood (those who witnessed it, of course). the contact was brief, just a small, grateful squeeze to his shoulder. something so easily overlooked by the general population… but they knew their boss well. they knew the weight of the small gesture. it was so painfully normal, he didn’t even blink an eye at the small touch.
the three at the table — who usually had had so much to say — could only spare each other small, knowing glances. the others that had settled on the couch still looked expectant, as if waiting for the storm that was soon to come pouring down (they could’ve waited years, it was never going to happen).
the league stood at your house for two weeks after that, the interactions between you and the members short but sweet. tomura had bunked in the garage, walking into the house throughout the night with the weak excuse of having to use the bathroom.
they decided not to call him out on his lie.
you remained kind even as they were leaving, wishing them well and softly urging them to stay safe. only himiko noticed the look you and tomura shared as he walked past you. a secret something she was sure only the two of you knew the meaning of. she found herself foolishly hoping that the pretty lady who had taken care of them would be okay.
you found yourself foolishly hoping to see them again (in another life, maybe. things would be better then.)
my bsf sent me this tweet and said “🫵 WRITING PROMPT” so i said suguru fucking a non sorcerer obviously
cw’s: dubcon, slightttt coercion (he fucks u as payment :]), and degradation (obvsss)
mdni obvs!! ^^
he’d be so pissed, fucking you like you’re less than human — because to him, that’s exactly what you are.
we all know how suguru sees non-sorcerers, so when he feels this almost nasty pang of desire towards you he feels like he’s going insane. you had come to him just like every other piece of scum, close to tears and begging for his help with some “invisible force” that was tormenting you.
you had a pretty nasty curse attached to you, so when he exorcised it you felt the weight being lifted off of your shoulders and you almost sobbed at the relief you felt. you were pretty, that was hard for even suguru to deny. his body didn’t deny it either and suddenly he was extremely grateful for the thick fabric of his robes.
it was purely coincidence that you had to come back a couple weeks later, right?
you were so apologetic the second time around, insisting on donating to his organization for the inconvenience. he only refused your offer, claiming that next time he would take your payment. you only tilted your head in confusion.
“‘next time’?” your voice was pretty without even trying. airy and soft and so oblivious as to what was currently happening to you.
“ah, well these things tend to be quite… stubborn. you understand, don’t you?” how were you supposed to refute his logic?
you accepted his words without argument, simply nodding in response. you thanked him one last time before leaving. he attached one last curse to you. weaker than the first but stronger than the second. the usual routine.
despite his forewarning, you were even more apologetic this time around. it’s fine though! now was the time for you to finally pay him back.
“you’re not special, you understand me? you—” he pushed your head down so you were in a mean arch, a small sob leaving you at the new angle. his mushroomed tip was mercilessly tapping against the spongey spot inside of you, every thrust forcibly taking the breath out of your lungs.
“— you’re scum. just a stain on this earth and a burden to every sorcerer you come across.” he growled by your ear. you honestly had no idea what he was talking about, but how were you supposed to dwell on that when he was pounding into you like that?
he gazed down at you, at your teary eyes and swollen lips. he hadn’t even kissed you, refusing to share such an intimate act with someone so much lower than him.
he didn’t feel nearly as disgusted as he was expressing. if anything, he felt a nauseating coil of fondness settle in his stomach. you were just so pretty. he would’ve thought you were an angel if it weren’t for the differences in status.
his hand gripped at the back of your hair, wrenching your top half upwards so his lips were by your ear when he leaned forward. “i could kill you on a whim, i should kill you. you’d be better off dead.” he gritted by your ear. you believed him.
“why don’t you thank me for keeping you alive, hm? for letting you live to see another day.” his voice took on that sweet tone he used to use with you, the same one that pushed for you to come back whenever you needed assistance. the same one that refused your money out of kindness. that gentle, flirtatious facade that hid his distaste for your kind so easily.
your nose crinkled in a small grimace as you tried to obey his demand, stammered ‘thank you’s leaving your lips like a prayer. the warmth in his stomach only grew at your compliance, which only seemed to piss him off more. why was he feeling such adoration for a non-sorcerer? it was scary sickening.
his thrusts slowly started losing their rhythm, his touches becoming more desperate than mean. “fuck— why can’t you just die? it’d make everything—” his voice broke before he took in a deep breath in an attempt to steady it. “— it’d make everything so much easier.”
“please just die. please.” his words broke off into a whimper as he filled you up, his pelvis pressed flush to your ass as if he was trying to keep himself as deep as possible.
he glanced down at his softening cock, his breaths ragged as he spread your lips apart to get a better look at how your pussy greedily took him in.
he couldn’t kill you if you had the chance of getting pregnant with his child, could he? he’d just have to keep you around now, what a pity. oh well.
mdni!! :p
cw’s!!: drug usage, coercion (kinda?? ur both high and he kinda pushes u to get high so idk), dacryphilia, andddd dubcon (once again, ur both high so take that as u will) ^^
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high sex w ino on the brain yummmm……
ino had been basically feeding you his cart all night, holding it up to your lips and encouraging you with soft words and dilated pupils to match his high. he was so respectful about it too, immediately pulling it away if you shook your head or looked a little too dazed for his liking.
of course, it led to you two lazily making out on the couch, all desperate touches and rolling hips and heat. he looked confused when you pulled away with an airily mischievous smile, whispering an idea in his ear that had him nodding eagerly in agreement.
and now here you were, lazily rolling your pussy over ino’s cock in the trunk of your designated drivers van, her keys tossed haphazardly in the row of seats behind the two of you. you two had given her a lazy, giggly excuse of having to look for something, over explaining yourselves to the point where she was definitely suspicious of you two but begrudgingly gave you the keys anyways.
he let out a choked moan when his head caught against your slit, his hands squeezing at the fat of your hips. he didn’t dare take his eyes off of you, his cloudy brain latching onto every twitch in your expression, every jolt of your hips.
“so pretty-” he strained, his voice cracking into a whine. you smiled hazily, watching his face carefully as you finally slipped him inside.
he looked debauched, lips falling into a small ‘o’ shape while his hips thrusted up into you, a loud whine leaving him. “so fucking wet- is that all for me?” his voice was a breathless whimper, his body only getting hotter when you nodded with a small smile, looking almost shy despite the position you were in.
he shook his head almost violently when you started moving, his fingers clamping down on your hips in an attempt to keep you still. you looked down at him, tilting your head in concern at the tears building in his eyes.
“y-you can’t, it’s too much… feels too good.” he all but sobbed out, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as you reassured him with soft coos, your voice airy from the drugs still in your system.
you continued rolling your hips after he calmed down a little, quiet whines leaving you when his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you. you involuntarily squeezed around him, your cunt gushing around his already sensitive dick while your fingers started working on your swollen clit.
he was devastatingly close, his thoughts and mouth running completely on instinct. “fuck, i can’t breathe, ‘m gonna die, i-i can’t- feels so fuckin’ good.” he sobbed, his words slurring with his tears. you squeezed around him hard, your back arching as your pussy gushed onto his lower stomach.
he came a couple of seconds after you with a loud sob. his whole body trembled while his hands pressed your hips flush to his pelvis, making you take the excessive amounts of cum he was pumping into you.
.
.
.
your friend came to check on you both an hour later, groaning softly in annoyance when she saw you both passed out and cuddling in the trunk.
at least you’d had the decency to clean yourselves up.
hihihi guyssss!!
mdni!! <3
just here to say that satoru would fall into a five minute long giggle fit after cumming rlly hard. like voice cracking, stomach hurting, tears in his eyes giggling. and don’t u even dare look at him as he’s going thru this bc he’ll only start laughing harder. hes delirious and pussydrunk and just fully braindead so don’t even question him!! ^^ he would never laugh at u dw ^3^
i feel like suguru never broke the habit of eating candy/drinking soda after eating curses.
like even as an adult with all the cult leader stuff, he still always carried around small candies or lollipops to stave off the nasty taste after eating a curse. especially after you came into his life.
it felt strange to eat a curse only to kiss you with those same lips without something to cleanse his palette. he didn’t want to associate the bitter taste of a curse with your lips, he’d much rather associate them with something sickly sweet.
the sound of crinkling wrappers and soft crunching had become customary, a sort of white noise after suguru had ingested a curse. he always, always leaned in for a kiss after, slipping his dyed tongue into your mouth as you hummed at the sweet flavor laving over your tastebuds, even playfully trying to guess the flavor from the remnants of the sugary treat.
that’s why you watched him expectantly as he finished the remnants of his lollipop, his tongue mindlessly fiddling with the stick for a moment before throwing it away. he raised an eyebrow when he noticed your stare, a smirk gracing his lips.
“is there something on my face?” he sounded too smug to be clueless. you only shook your head in response, that same wide eyed, expectant gaze fixed on his face.
he broke sooner than he would’ve liked, clicking his tongue with a small “c’mere.” he fought back a smile when you came closer, cupping your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you pulled him closer, a small gasp leaving him when you sucked on his tongue softly before pulling away completely with a thoughtful hum.
“is it peach?”
he gave you an incredulous look, a small laugh leaving him at your words. god, you were going to be the death of him.
(you were right.)
mdni!! :p
oh this is so self indulgent….. anyways chat how do we feel abt chubby chaser!satoru
“satoru, what are you doing?” you turn to look at him, sending him a confused look from over your shoulder. he simply shrugged in response, kissing the back of your shoulder. “checking somethin’…” he murmured, his hands continuing their movements underneath your shirt.
he had been doing this for the past few minutes, groping at specific parts of your body for a moment before quickly moving to another spot. it wasn’t strange for him to have his hands on you — hell, it was strange if he didn’t — but the rapid movement is what confused you.
you simply sighed and let him be when he didn’t explain further, leaving him to his own devices for the next couple of minutes. “baby look, i figured it out.” you barely even got the chance to open your mouth and ask before his hands were trailing under the waistband of your sleep shorts.
“look, i grab here-” he gripped your upper thigh, his fingers pressing into the soft fat. “for thighjobs. here-” your hip. “when i fuck you from the back, anddd-” he moved his hand out of your pants, sliding it underneath the hem of your shirt to grab at your boob. “here for spooning. you have a spot for my hands no matter what position we’re in.” you could feel him smiling against the back of your shoulder, seemingly proud of his discovery.
you stood silent, your face burning at his words. he rested his chin on your shoulder with a pout when you didn’t say anything “heyyy, you should be proud of my findings! i did a lot of research.” he turned his head, his cheek squishing against your shoulder as he let out a huff.
he was quiet for a while, not moving until you felt his hand trailing along the underside of your thigh. he gripped at the soft flesh, four of his fingers indenting into your inner thigh. “maybe we should see what position makes my hands fit here, yeah?” oh god.
mdni :p
choso thanking u when he cums in ur pussy….. he’s all whiny and flushed, unshed tears stinging his eyes as he thrusts into you. he’s gripping at whatever part of your body he could get to, your tits, your tummy, your thighs — his brain can’t decide what to do with his hands even while he’s in the throes of pleasure. it was cute, you would’ve teased him about it if you weren’t in the same state as him.
“fuck, i’m gonna-” his breath hitches and cuts him off, though you knew what he meant. you could feel him about to pull out and let out a whine of protest, wrapping your legs around his waist so he stopped moving. he looked at you with a confused expression, looking almost akin to a puppy with the way he cocked his head to the side slightly.
his eyes widened when you begged him to cum inside of you in that pretty voice of yours. how could he ever refuse you?
suddenly your knees are being pressed to your chest and his thrusts become more erratic, desperately chasing his high so he can do what you asked. he’s babbling almost incoherently, completely pussydrunk. “fuck- thank you, baby, thank you so much… gonna fill you up so good, i promise.”
he hides his face in your neck when he cums, whispering thank you’s into your skin like a mantra. he stays like that for a second, his weight a pleasant warmth as he slumps against you while recovering from his high.
“can i… can i do that again? please?” his voice is so soft. tentative, as if he was afraid of you rejecting him. you only nod in response, still catching your breath from the last round.
how could you ever say no when he was so polite?
♥︎: fluff ♡: angst ☆: suggestive ★: smut
♥︎♡ stay soft
♥︎ baby, my phone!! pt. 2!! (smau)
♥︎ i’ve never been so…
Satoru Gojo
Suguru Geto
Kento Nanami
Ino Takuma
Toji Fushiguro
Choso Kamo
Ryomen Sukuna
Hiromi Higuruma
Utahime Iori
♥︎: fluff ♡: angst ☆: suggestive ★: smut
♥︎ money, money, money!!!
♥︎ you make me wanna cry… (coming soon!!)
extras: ♡
♥︎: fluff ♡: angst ☆: suggestive ★: smut
★ “u up?” no!!! (ex bf! satoru)
★ boaf?? boaf!!! (poly!stsg x reader)
☆♥︎ multi-purpose!! (satoru x chubby! reader)
♡ i don’t want to… but…
extras: ☆ ♥︎ ☆
♥︎: fluff ♡: angst ☆: suggestive ★: smut ♤: dark content
♥︎☆ suguru and his candy eating habit!!
★ suguru fucking a non-sorcerer?!?!
★ boaf?? boaf!!! (poly!stsg x reader)
♤ love you, love you, love you (DARK CONTENT!!)
♤ only you are the life among the dead (asylum therapist!suguru prequel)
★ click!! (cw for petplay!!! :3)
extras: ♥︎ ♤
