"But akaashi? From you... I want your 120 percent."

"C'mon, open your legs."

Having suddenly grown self-conscious, you stilled quietly. Toji weakly slapped the side of your thigh, hurrying you to give him access.

"What, you don't wanna do this anymore?" The man grumbled, seemingly unimpressed as his arms folded over his chest, a trimmer sitting idly in his grip. "You were beggin' me to five minutes ago, no?"

"Yeah, but I'm—”

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed," he groaned, reaching to try to pry your knees open once more. Immediately, you tensed harder.

"But I can't see down there, I don't what state it's in!" You whined, hands grasping at his wrists. Ever since your bump had started to protrude outwards, you've been unable to maintain the upkeep of your thriving pubic hair—the rapidly adding weight of your stomach making it impossible to bend forward completely.

"Shut up. I've seen it a hundred times, hairy, spiky and bald."

"I haven't shaved for ages." Feeling sheepish, your gaze drifted elsewhere to the walls of the bathroom, whilst a subtle frown curved your brows.

"Hey," Toji muttered, now tenderly stroking your skin with a calloused hand—hoping to bring some sort of reassurance, even though he's never been good at comfort. "So what? You think a real man would care ‘bout that?"

You shook your head, eyes flitting back to his blank face.

"Right, so open."

Reluctantly peeling your leg from the other, you relaxed your side into the plush cushions he'd arranged earlier. Without a fuss, he gently took hold of your ankle mid-air, pecking a small kiss to the sensitive skin before shuffling closer to hook it over his shoulder. Toji didn't look away, his dark eyes fixing onto yours as if daring you to retreat.

"Stay still," he chided softly with a faint smirk, a rare glint of amusement in his gaze, "unless you want an uneven cut."

"Don't make me kick you."

With one hand anchored to your inner thigh, his other hand carefully guided the trimmer through the coarse hairs—the low buzz of the little machine loud in the small bathroom.

Mindlessly looking up at him, your eyes caught the slight furrow of his brow. His smug expression had completely gone. You observed closer, discerning a heavy, almost sombre look in his verdant eyes as he watched the hair fall off.

"Toji?" you murmured, adjusting your position. "What's with the face?"

The man paused for a fraction of a second, his knuckles resting warm against your inner thigh. Letting out a low, defeated sigh, he grunted, "Nothin’." He continued to glide the jittering blade above your tender skin, uttering something incoherently under his breath.

"Hm? Did you say something?"

"No, I didn't."

He swept away the stray hairs with the back of his hand—his touch lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary. The hum of the trimmer died down as he switched it off, the sudden quiet between you feeling incredibly intimate.

Toji leaned back just enough to inspect his handiwork, tilting his head with a critical, appreciative hum. "Not a single scratch," he said. After giving your ankle a gentle squeeze, he slowly set your thigh back down. Looking down at you from his spot between your legs, the man leaned forwards, bracing his hands either side of your pregnant body.

"Seriously, never ask me to mess with it again. I liked it exactly how it was." He steadily held your gaze for a beat, before closing the remaining distance between you two. Without a word, he rested the heavy, solid warmth of a large hand snuggly against the underside of your rounded belly. Toji stayed there for a quiet moment.

"You're carryin’ my kid, our kid,” he muttered, his roughened thumb tracing a slow line over your skin. “Stop worryin’ ‘bout how you look. You're beautiful to me anyway."

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just clarifying that reader is on their SIDE okay, the position was kinda hard to describe ߹𖥦߹ i wish this was longer lol

thank you for reading!! gradient div is by me —please credit.

𑣲⋆all my riches, for her smiles

˖𑣲⋆ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Marquis!Gojo Satoru x Noodle Seller!Reader ꒱

˖𑣲⋆ ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ fluff fluff fluff :: set in Ancient China :: based on Pursuit of Jade :: but Satoru's simply obsessed :: miserable Satoru :: smut :: gentle sex :: breeding :: mentions of pregnancy :: he falls first and harder :: oral sex :: he's madly in love from the very start :: domestic life :: first time :: reader is a sort of minx :: class differences :: mating press :: squirting :: belly bulge ꒱

˖𑣲⋆ ݁˖ words: ꒰ 17.3k ꒱

˖𑣲⋆ ݁˖ notes: Pray forgive me for waiting that looong for this part! I loved writing it and I think it's the longest oneshot I have written so far.

The air was biting cold, and the river was softly frozen. Not completely, but laying peppered kisses of snow on a shimmering surface, as the moon reflected off it, bathing the side of your face in a gentle glow.

The donkey stood restlessly, shifting from foot to foot and nudging your arm with its warm nose as you stroked it gently.

"I think he wants to go back," Maki chuckled, patting the greyish mule on its back. "Thank you for dropping by. It's been a hectic week." She said, pressing her hand to her now slightly swollen belly.

She gave birth at the start of December, just a week ago, so you came to help her tidy up a bit and offer a full pot of your famous pig-intestines noodle soup. Rich and delicious, that made Maki cry when she finally tasted it after a long and difficult labour.

"Don't thank me. Just send Yuta to the village if you need anything else. And when you feel better, just take a walk to the restaurant," you smiled, tightening a fur headband around your head.

Maki nodded, and Yuta soon joined her outside, wrapping a heavy coat around her shoulders. You rolled the heavy slats of meat from two fatty pigs on the cart and took a deep breath. Yuta helped you cover them with a soft material to keep them out of the curious onlookers' sight.

A thank-you gift from both of them, after you looked after the heavily pregnant Maki for the past few months while Yuta ran their own restaurant in the larger village not far from yours.

"I can walk you back," he offered, gazing at the plush snowy road that stretched through the forest. "It's only a one-hour walk each way, and I'm sure you'll prefer some company."

“My lord.”

Sukuna hated how sharp your tone got whenever you were upset with him. It was obvious too and you were the only one in the estate who could be as petty. he clears his throat before speaking, his gaze avoiding yours, “Wife.”

The first time the two of you crossed paths in two days and you looked at him as if you wanted nothing to do with him. The maids couldn’t even cut a grape with how tense the air was. Him avoiding your eyes only made you click your tongue and bow.

Moving to walk past him, he turns around just as quickly, frantically grabbing your wrist, “WAIT!”

Eyes widened, breaths were caught, and you were annoyed.

clearing his throat once more, he lowers his voice immediately, “wait. please.”

now you’re sitting in his chambers, on his large bed, your hands rested in your lap gracefully. your gaze sharp enough to make the room feel smaller, he stands before you nervously looking everywhere but at you.

“I’m sorry.” he lets out quietly, opening his mouth to continue, “I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that. when you clearly worried.”

he glances at you in between words, feeling like a puddle under the weight of your gaze, sweat beads at the corner of his temples, worried you would dismiss him, he continues. “I was frustrated and took it out on you.”

He looks up from your feet, a falter of your expression no where to be seen, he kneels in front of you, gently taking the back of your hands into his palms, “I may not deserve your forgiveness,”

his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your wrists, “But I would love it if you found it in your heart to forgive a fool like me once more.”

he dips his head into the palms of the hands smaller than his, his eyes closed, eyelashes kissing the middle of your hands as he pressed himself there, awaiting for your forgiveness.

a small huff leaves you, followed by a defeated sigh. your fingers curl into his face, cupping gently. you lift up his chin, his ruby red eyes meeting yours as they looked at you with such longing.

you find yourself leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of his eye, a small sign of your grace.

The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but tug at the feeling, leaning into the palm of your hand while he melts into your touch.

a/n: ok wrote this on a whim i miss him sm.

— Letting Sukuna’s stomach mouth eat you out

It happened every time Sukuna would nap, his stomach mouth would awaken like another whole entity itself and start talking to you, somehow sensing your presence every time.

Its voice, deeper than Sukuna’s yet still extremely similar, drawled out slowly. “I have always wondered what you’d taste like, woman.”

Your throat bobs nervously. “Can’t you taste things from both mouths?”

He hummed ‘no’, lip twitching up into a smirk. “Care to appease my wishes? I can already feel you throbbing on my thigh.”

You shift upon Sukuna’s lap, the man himself still deep in sleep. He remained with his eyelids fluttered closed as you slipped off the silk robe you were wearing and discarded your underwear, slowly shuffling up his abdomen until you were hovering over the stomach mouth.

“Don’t leave a starved man waiting,” the stomach growled beneath you, breath touching in between your legs and making your thighs squeeze against either side of his torso.

Hesitantly, you lowered yourself down until the thick tongue pressed flat against your heat, sinking into your slick and licking a long strip fron your hole to your clit. Your nails dig into your husbands skin immediately, lower lip tucked between your teeth to try and quieten your moans.

“Are- are you sure about this?” You ask tentatively, glancing up at Sukuna sleeping soundly.

“Mmm,” the mouth hums in pleasure. “Very sure.”

You writhed and moaned atop him, head tipping back in ecstasy, any remaining sensibility leaving your brain the second the long, thick tongue delved into your hole and ate you out as if you were its last meal and it was the sweetest thing it had ever tasted.

You’d finished twice already when Sukuna grumbled on the bed, hands twitching and eyes flickering, threatening to open and expose you of your current act. The speed at which you pull off his stomach makes the bed shake violently, throwing the discarded robe over your naked body as quickly as possible.

It’s your erratic movements that causes your husband to fully wake, slipping from unconsciousness and blindly reaching for you. You settle down next to him casually. “I’m here, Ryo.”

“Hm,” he grumbles sleepily. “Did you rest?”

You nod. “Mhm.”

“Good.”

There’s a beat of silence as you both settle down to sleep again.

“Liar. I can taste you on my tongue.”

Busted.

gojo between work

Dooooodles

still here

IN LOVE WITH HOW YAMADA_SOUKO DRAWS SATORU UGHHHH IT'S SO GORGEOUS 🤤🤤

Need that

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𔘓 𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑨𝑵!𝓡.𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨

𝓒𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 · 𝟏𝟖+ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 · ꒰ 𝒇. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⋮⋮ 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎!𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 ⋮⋮ mentions of weapons (knife) ⋮⋮ reader at one point tries to take his life ⋮⋮ mention of blood ⋮⋮ 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 reader ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ his two cks mentioned ⋮⋮ cervix kissing ⋮⋮ tummy bulges ⋮⋮ cum-flated ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 f. rec ⋮⋮ he eats you out under a pear tree ⋮⋮ bathtub 𝒔𝒆𝒙 ⋮⋮ dp ⋮⋮ nipple play ⋮⋮ mentions of pregnancy ꒱

The Heian era stretched long and bloody under skies that never quite cleared of smoke. Villages burned not for conquest alone, but because Ryomen Sukuna found the sight of flames prettier than the thatched roofs they devoured.

He moved like calamity given legs, four arms thick with corded muscle, tattoos crawling black across scarlet skin, eyes the color of fresh-spilled blood and just as hungry. They called him the King of Curses long before any true cursed spirit bore the name; humans feared him the way prey fears the open mouth of a tiger, and with good reason.

He slaughtered priests mid-chant, crushed shrine maidens beneath his geta, left offering bowls overturned and spilling rice across blood-slicked tatami. Faith irritated him. Devotion irritated him more. It was the only thing that ever made him pause long enough to really look at someone.

You were different in the way a single unbroken flower is different in a field turned to ash.

unwind

Beware of the Monster

MonsterDabi x F!Reader SMUT Halloween special

Warnings: +18, DARK CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! Noncon/Dubcon, manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, virgin kink, creampie, some blood and mauled corpses, demonic spirit, mentions of torture, mentioning of MonsterDabi feeding on humans etc.  

DISCLAIMER: Characters Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya and Dabi/Touya Todoroki belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Summary: (ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE) You live in a small village that’s surrounded by a dark forest. You had been gifted with a chance to study under the church in the capital city, but in order to do that you must walk through the dark forest. Little did you know that the legend of a monster living in there turned out to be everything other than legend.

Author’s note: So, since Halloween is nearing, I wanted to write a special fic. This is basically my version of the Little Red Riding Hood. I’ve never written anything like this and truthfully I had fun^^

With a bit serious look on your face, you brushed your hair in the hallway in front of a decorative mahogany dresser that had a mirror attached to it. Your little sister sat on a chair next to the dresser and closely watched as you made yourself look presentable.

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ಇ.word count: 18.7k

ಇ.pairing: 𝕋oji ℤenin x 𝔽em!reader

ಇ.content & warnings: porn with no plot :: non canon au :: reader is implied to be thicc :: age gaps - (reader is 19-20, Toji is in his Mid 30s) :: older neighbour trope :: touching through clothes :: kissing :: oral f.rec :: pussyjobs :: multi-gasms :: p in v :: spitting :: different sex positions? :: anal play - (thumb) :: c-pied :: description's of sex and anatomy was meant to be more on the 'graphic side' ::

The back porch of apartment 07 was nothing special — just cracked concrete painted a faded green years ago, a single wobbly plastic chair, and a rusted railing that overlooked the narrow strip of shared yard nobody ever used. Summer heat clung to everything like wet cotton, thick and slow even now that the sun had dipped low enough to turn the sky bruised purple. 

You’d been inside all day, scrolling on your phone until your eyes ached, hoodie zipped halfway over a thin tank top because the AC was barely spitting cool air anymore. Shorts riding up high on your thighs, the soft cotton clinging where sweat had gathered at the crease of your hips.

Ninety degrees and no breeze, so you finally gave up and dragged yourself outside to sprawl on the single step, legs stretched long, bare feet dangling over the edge.

That’s when you saw him.

ಇ.word count: 18.7k

ಇ.pairing: 𝕋oji ℤenin x 𝔽em!reader

ಇ.content & warnings: porn with no plot :: non canon au :: reader is implied to be thicc :: age gaps - (reader is 19-20, Toji is in his Mid 30s) :: older neighbour trope :: touching through clothes :: kissing :: oral f.rec :: pussyjobs :: multi-gasms :: p in v :: spitting :: different sex positions? :: anal play - (thumb) :: c-pied :: description's of sex and anatomy was meant to be more on the 'graphic side' ::

The back porch of apartment 07 was nothing special — just cracked concrete painted a faded green years ago, a single wobbly plastic chair, and a rusted railing that overlooked the narrow strip of shared yard nobody ever used. Summer heat clung to everything like wet cotton, thick and slow even now that the sun had dipped low enough to turn the sky bruised purple. 

You’d been inside all day, scrolling on your phone until your eyes ached, hoodie zipped halfway over a thin tank top because the AC was barely spitting cool air anymore. Shorts riding up high on your thighs, the soft cotton clinging where sweat had gathered at the crease of your hips.

Ninety degrees and no breeze, so you finally gave up and dragged yourself outside to sprawl on the single step, legs stretched long, bare feet dangling over the edge.

That’s when you saw him.