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guys i love going clubbing like i know the clubs HATE to see me coming 😭

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“look at you, all tied up,” sukuna says, low and mocking, as you lie on your stomach, wrists and ankles bound with thick ropes, tying you to up in his dimly lit apartment. candles flicker, casting shadows over his tattooed form as he looms above you, crimson eyes glinting with hunger. you’re naked, ass slightly raised, pussy exposed, and you squirm. “y-yes, sukuna,” you whisper, voice shaky, needy.

he chuckles, dark, kneeling behind you, one hand spreading your thighs, another trailing a finger down your spine, making you shiver. “such a needy slut,” he purrs, two thick fingers brushing your folds, finding you dripping, teasing your entrance without entering. you whine, hips bucking, “please, please,” but he smacks your ass, “patience.” his fingers circle your clit, slow, torturous, then dip just inside, shallow, pulling back as you moan, “sukuna!”

“so wet already,” he taunts, pushing one finger in, deep, curling, making you gasp, ropes tugging as you arch. he adds another, stretching, pumping slow, thumb grazing your clit, and you’re trembling, pussy clenching. “you like that, huh?” he says, free hand gripping your hip, keeping you still, fingers shoving in deep. he keeps you there for hours, edging you over and over until you almost cry from the pleasure finding no release. “such good pet for me, yeah?”

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ghostface law and ace for halloween!

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he wants dat cookie so effing bad

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thinking about olderbf!nanami who treats you like a living doll, whos infatuated with every aspect of you.

hes incredibly gentle with you;

brushing you hair back or fixing it so it look just right, helping you put your cute little shoes on(that he definitely bought for you), or making you hold his hand so you stay at his side while out- ‘i’m making sure you’re safe, thats all~”

its even in the pet names he gives you;

pretty girl,

sweetheart,

baby doll,

precious thing.

he used to be so insecure about your age difference, but now(though he would never admit it) he liked it. you liked different things than him, you had more energy than him, you were always in the mood to try something new with him, you taught him stupid slang he would never use or understand, and he was able to teach you things right back;

like how to file taxes,

how to iron a dress shirt,

how to french kiss,

how to properly suck a cock, his cock,

how to roll a condom on his cock,

how to tell him while you were beyond fucked out that you were gonna cum,

he was there to teach you all of it and he loved every second of it. he loved you, adored you. who cared that he was old enough to be your father? he was keeping you safe.

you were his.

short little olderbf!nanami thing i thought of <33 more of him coming soon ^.^

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you lift your hips, needy, rubbing your pussy against kento’s cock, sliding it through your folds, catching the tip in your entrance, moaning soft, “kento, need you.” he smirks, watching you work, “so fucking needy, can’t even wait,” his voice a taunt, loving how you fuck yourself on him, lying on your back in the meadow, wildflowers tickling your bare skin, taking him inch by inch, stretching tight around his girth.

“look at you, desperate little thing,” he teases, his big hands resting on his thighs, letting you move, your small body shaking, pussy gripping him, “please, kento,” hands clutching grass, fucking yourself faster on his cock. his restraint cracks, massive hands grabbing your hips, fingers nearly encircling your waist, “greedy, huh?” he pulls you hard onto his cock, bottoming out, making you cry out, “oh, fuck!”

he takes over, fucking you rough, hands bruising your hips, cock slamming deep, stretching you wide, the size difference making you feel tiny, owned. “kento, s’too much,” you moan, loud, head thrown back, but he growls, “you wanted this, take it.” his thrusts are relentless, skin slapping, your pussy soaking him, dripping onto the grass, the distant sounds of a nearby trail path increasing the risk.

anyone could wander by, see you spread, fucked senseless, getting filled up with his sticky cum while his big hands hold you still, watching you squirm in his grip and listening to you sweet little moans as he pushes his cum deeper inside you again.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖౨ৎ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭... 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐢𝐞 <𝟑

♡: had to write for my fav office hottie<3

𓂃 ♡ always waits quietly while you do your makeup, watching you with his hands in his lap, eyes soft like you’re painting a masterpiece. “Take your time, angel” he says, and means it. “You’re beautiful, with or without.” But when you finally put your last coat of lipgloss on in the mirror, turning to him with a smile. He’s stunned. Quiet for a moment. Then: “"Forgive me love but..You look too good to share.”

𓂃 ♡ and when you wear something that hugs your curves, he notices. he won’t gawk, but his gaze lingers — and when he does compliment you, it’s low, slow, and deliberate: “you’re lucky i have self-control,” he says, eyes dark as he smooths your skirt down. “or we wouldn’t be leaving this house tonight.”

𓂃 ♡ absolutely spoils you. Not flashy — intentional. You mention a book you want? It’s on your nightstand the next day. Say your bonnet's worn out? He buys you three. You so much as admire a pair of earrings in passing, and he’s asking for your piercings size.

𓂃 ♡ he’s obsessed with your skin. Your warmth, your softness, your scent — especially when you're fresh out the shower, skin glowing, scarf securing your braids on, and a hoodie way too big. “You are... breathtaking,” he murmurs, tracing his fingers along your thighs like they were carved for him alone.

𓂃 ♡ nanami doesn’t raise his voice — but when he lowers it, he’ll lean in at a party, lips close to your ear, and murmur: “i’ve been watching you all night, sweetheart. you have no idea what you do to me in that dress.” then he’ll kiss your cheek so gently, like he didn’t just ruin your composure.

𓂃 ♡ he does your laundry — gently. Folds your delicates with care, makes sure your silk wraps never go in the dryer, even sprays your clothes with your favorite scent before hanging them up. “I like when your closet smells like you,” he says with a shy smile.

𓂃 ♡ he calls you darling, my love, and sweetheart like it’s second nature. But when he’s sleepy and you’re curled up on his chest, that deep voice drops just enough for the real ones to slip out: “Come here, baby.” “Don’t leave yet, pretty girl.” “Can’t sleep without you.”

𓂃 ♡ even in his fitted work slacks, sleeves rolled up and tie undone, you are his weakness. If you pop into his office? You’ll be seated in his lap within minutes, arms wrapped around you, murmuring, “I needed a break anyway.”

𓂃 ♡ when you’re stressed, he runs your bath, sets your favorite candle, rubs shea butter into your thighs after. When you’re sad, he listens without fixing. When you’re soft and giggly, he holds your face like it’s breakable — and kisses your dimples like a vow.

might make this a series for the jjk men lol <3

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Aftercare with gojo after him being mean and rough to reader🙏🏻🙏🏻

𓂃୨ৎ mdni. degradation mentioned, aftercare, soft gojo

your body’s still trembling, sheets tangled around your legs, skin slick with sweat. satoru’s been so mean tonight. hips snapping hard, his words sharp and mean, calling you his little slut, his toy, while he fucked you into the mattress. every thrust left you gasping, his cock stretching you past your limits, leaving you raw and aching between your thighs.

you always wondered how he did that tho—going from being mean and fucking you so hard to being so soft afterwards.

“you okay, pretty girl?” he murmurs, voice low, blue eyes searching yours. he’s hovering over you, one hand brushing damp hair from your face. you nod, too fucked out to speak, and he frowns, leaning down to kiss your forehead, lips lingering. “shit, i went hard, didn’t i? c’mere.”

he pulls you into his chest, arms tight, and carries you to the bathroom, your legs useless. he sets you on the counter, running warm water, grabbing a cloth. “hold still,” he says, wiping the mess between your thighs, gentle around your sensitive pussy. “did so good for me,” he mutters, kissing your cheek. he cleans you slowly, hands tender, like you’re fragile glass.

his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, chin on your shoulder. “love you,” he says, nuzzling your neck, fingers massaging your sore hips. later, wrapped in a fluffy towel, he carries you to bed, tucking you under blankets. “no moving,” he teases, kissing your forehead.

the next days he’s basically your shadow—carrying you to the kitchen when you’re hungry, smirking, “legs still sore, or not?” you roll your eyes, but let him baby you, his soft kisses and warm hugs making the ache worth it.

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meanbf!nanami … MDNI ! (cw: twt porn, rough sex, degradation)

he’s been degrading you for the past two hours about how much of an embarrassment you were today . “ and you act like you can’t use that stupid fucking head of yours … ” you’re hurt and he continues not giving a fuck about how you’re feeling anymore . whenever you try to explain yourself, he cuts you off, making you feel less than . gosh, why are you still with him ? well it’s because he’s so sweet to you until you break a rule and if he’s not yelling at you then he fucking you . throwing you around like a rag doll — pulling you by your neck, whispering nothing but mean, mean things in your ear . you can’t talk back to defend yourself cause you’re too fucked out . “ you’re nothing but a joke to me … a stupid whiny whore i use when im bored ” he bites your shoulder leaving marks deep enough that blood is starting to flow out . each thrust was harder than the last, causing you to let out nothing but broken moans, and man, does he love that sound of that, but he loves nothing more than leaving you a broken, unfinished mess .

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𓍼 gojo accidentaly calling you mommy in the heat of the moment.

mommy kink. satoru doing a reverse card on you. ¹⁸ mlist

“mommy—” gojo groans his face buried on the crook of your neck, hands holding onto the headboard, your eyes widen, your hand flying to his hair, tugging sharp enough to make him hiss.

“mommy?” you repeat, your voice mix of shock and glee, a grin spreading across your face.

he definitely said that on accident, both of you knew damn well it was, and you’re about to tease the shit out of him.

“shut up.” he growls, cutting you off with a harder thrust, the kind that makes your breath catch and your toes curl, his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you back to meet his relentless pace.

“don’t even start.” but you’re already laughing, breathy and smug, your nails raking his scalp.

“no, no, mommy? really?” you taunt, your voice dripping with mockery.

“didn’t know you were that needy, baby boy.” gojo’s eyes flash, narrowing as he lifts his head, his smirk dangerous and all trouble.

“oh, you wanna play like that?” he says, his voice low, teasing, he slams into you again, deeper, making you moan loud and sharp.

“yeah, mommy? want me to fuck you like this, mommy?” he flips your tease right back, his tone mocking and filthy, leaning into the slip like it’s his new weapon.

“fuck!” you gasp, your head tipping back as he hits that spot that makes you see stars, his hands slides to your thighs, spreading them wider, giving him better access to drive into you.

he leans down, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “c’mon, mommy, tell me how good it feels. you’re so loud earlier, what happend now?” you try to retort, but he thrusts harder, cutting you off with a cry that’s all pleasure, no words.

his hands gripped you tighter, one sliding to your clit, circling fast and rough, his thigh shifting under your leg to lift your lower body up.

“c’mon, keep talkin, i fuckin’ dare you.” you laugh, breathy and broken, but you’re losing ground, your moans louder than your words.

you opened your mouth your voice shaky. “you're so—fuckin—desperate, callin’ me mommy like that.”

“desperate?” gojo’s eyes darken, and he slams into you, hard enough to make the bed creak louder, your cry echoing. “who’s desperate now, huh?”

“want it harder, mommy? like this?” he thrusts deeper, faster, his fingers circling your clit in time, and you’re gone, your moans turning to screams, your body shaking as you cum, hard and fast, clenching around him.

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your ex sukuna is a fucking psycho. he’s constantly blowing up your phone, checking your location and angrily calling you when he’s seen that you’ve turned it off, sometimes even turning up to your place of work.

it’s definitely not normal and all your friends have brought their worries to you about it, scared something might happen to you one day.

and you know he’s insanely toxic and that you should be listening to them, probably issuing a restraining order.

but for some reason, you can’t help but revel in it. something about the way he crashes out when he can’t see where you are, the way he will come to your door to ask why you aren’t answering him. the feeling of the adrenaline and excitement compares to nothing else.

well, maybe except when sukuna has you face down ass up, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck to hold you down as he pounds into you with no mercy and bottoming out inside of you with each thrust.

and sukuna is huge, your poor abused pussy being completely stretched out by his monster cock, the pain mixed with pleasure causing loud moans and whimpers to leave you lips and only egging your ex on even more.

“yeah? y’like being treated like this? i knew you liked the attention i gave ya, stop acting like you don’t miss me.”

it’s true. you always pretend like you don’t miss him, blocking his number when you feel like it or hanging up on him mid convo because he said something that annoyed you.

or even when you ignore him in public, the lazy smirk that was once plastered on his face turning into a scowl. god, it pissed him off so much when you did that.

but sukuna always had this way to take it out on you, his large calloused hands wrapped in your hair, pulling your face up from the pillow he previously had it stuffed in to watch the pathetic tears stream down your face from how overwhelming his cock felt, your pussy constantly clenching around him.

and you love it.

and you love how after he forces countless orgasms out of you, cleaning you up afterwards whilst attempting to talk things out with you, you’ll shrug him off telling him this was a one time thing and to not get used to it.

but you both know it’ll never be just that. because, sukuna just can’t stay away from you and you just love to fuck around and find out, especially when it ends with some good dick from your hot, crazy ex.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

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୨୧ — Nanami laid next to you, his strong arms wrapped around you with his head nestled against the back of your shoulder as his milky seed dribbled out of your ruined cunt. The two of you were cuddling after he'd fucked you so hard, so well, body limp from how throughly he took care of you. His breath was ragged, still catching up from having his cock down your throat and then pounding your pussy.

Your whole body was buzzing with warmth, satisfied, the heat from his body pressed to your back and the afterglow of having your cunt stuffed by his thick, hot cock. Your poor ass was still stinging with the remnants of his slap, and you could feel his cum mixing with your arousal smeared on your thighs. Drool was drying at the corners of your lips and the taste of him lingered in your mouth, the feeling of your tongue running across the length of him, the tip, the weight of him in your mouth, and the way he stretched your jaw so much.

Your mind was in a haze, eyes closed, but you couldn't bring yourself to drift off into slumber like usual. You just felt so warm and safe wrapped up in his arms like this, enjoying the fell of his arms around you… You honestly never wanted to move again, “Mn'Kento?~” you called softly.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his voice ever so sweet like honey.

“I love-hah~!” He squeezed you tightly, burying his face further into your back, “Love you so much, Kento~” gently thrusting his cock inside you once again to make sure his cum stayed deep inside you.

His hips ground against yours, moving slowly and deeply inside of you as he tried to coax more cum out of himself to fill your womb, “please… let me fill you again”.

Your eyes rolled back as his thick cock hit all the right spots inside of you, “m- m’kay~”. It was so easy to let him take over your body and have his way with you.

It was so easy to say yes.

His hips snapped forward, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with a groan. His grip around you tightened, holding you like a lifeline. He had never known love before you, never knew what it was like to have a warm body like yours pressed against him. Never knew what it was like to actually look forward to the future…

It wasn't even a question that he'd marry you, even if it was a little fast.

He could never get enough of you, would never get enough of you.

The thought of having this feeling and being this happy every night for the rest of his borrowed life made him smile against your hair, and the thought of making you happy, of having children, was just the icing on the cake.

You were everything to him. And Nanami would gladly spend the rest of his life giving himself to you, making you feel good, worshipping your body. Multiple children. Money. A stable life… whatever it is you needed or want, he’d give it to you happily.

You were so beautiful, so perfect.

So soft.

So warm.

So full of his cum.

So full of his cock.

He loved you.

He loved you so much.

And he’d never let you go~ ♡

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I can’t stop thinking about DILF kento who’s the best husband and father in the whole world <3

He’s always up early before work—blonde hair perfectly styled, his tie neat and snug around his neck. But his hand’s already on your ass in the kitchen while you’re trying to pour cereal for the kids. He leans in close and murmurs, “Bend over a little, sweetheart. Just like that,” as if it’s just another casual morning—which it is, in the Nanami household.

He’s so calm about it too. Nothing riles him. He could have your panties pushed to the side and rubbing little circles on your clit under the dining table while the kids are still brushing their teeth and still be checking the weather app calmly on his phone with a straight face.

He’s sooo big on discipline too, but only when you’re alone. If you’re being a tease, he’ll wait until everyone’s asleep, then bend you over the edge of the bed and say, “This is for acting out in front of the kids. Now count” and before you get anytime to protest, the loud sound of his palm colliding with the swell of your ass echos in your shared bedroom.

And Kento loves routines. Saturday morning grocery run, followed by fucking you in the backseat of his car while the groceries sweat in the trunk. Sunday night after bath time? He has you on his lap in the living room while he watches the news and the kids are staying at their grandparents house, his cock buried deep inside of you, with occasional slow little rolls of his hips every time you shift.

His aftercare is immaculate. Fuzzy robe, your favorite drink, rubbing lotion into your thighs with those big, warm hands. He says it’s so you’re not sore for the school run tomorrow—but you know he just likes taking care of what’s his.

And he definitely pulls your hand under the table at PTA meetings and makes you rub him through his slacks while he calmly discusses bake sale logistics.

He’s also very big on household rules—he enforces them. You sass him in front of the kids? You get a quiet, “We’ll talk later,” and your stomach flips. Later means he’s dragging you across his lap, voice low and calm while he pulls your panties down and says, “We don’t use that tone in this house, Darling”.

His love language is ruining you before 7 a.m. and leaving a sticky note on the fridge that says “You were perfect this morning. Don’t forget to drink water”. And he texts you at noon: “Thinking about how you looked bouncing on my cock. Proud of you, sweetheart”

The other dads are always late and tired for everything. But kento? He’s freshly shaved, in cuffed sleeves, and already made you came twice before breakfast.