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Happy Birthday Sex - Enjin

Wc: 1416 words Character(s): Enjin Tw: NSFW / Explicit sexual content, Oral sex, Penetrative sex, Dirty talk, Mild dom/sub dynamics, Creampie Summary: On Enjin’s birthday, his girlfriend plans a private surprise just for him, an intimate, steamy gift meant to show her love in the most passionate way A/n: just a special Birthday oneshot for Enjin. I hope you all enjoy

The room glowed softly under a single lamp, its light filtering through a dark red shade that threw long shadows across the walls. The air carried that particular quiet tension that made Enjin's skin tingle, his pulse picking up before she'd even come near him. He perched on the bed's edge, fingers loosely gripping the duvet, breathing already uneven with anticipation. Across the room, his girlfriend stood with that slow, knowing smile - the one that spelled trouble in all the right ways.

She never rushed. That was half the appeal, how she stretched each moment, made every gesture count, like unwrapping something she'd been saving just for him. Her fingers paused at her blouse's top button, nails painted deep wine-red to match the lamp's warm glow. Enjin's throat tightened as she began working them loose, one after another, fabric parting to reveal delicate black lace underneath. The bra cupped her perfectly, breasts pressing against sheer material, nipples already peaked. His cock stirred in his pants, straining against the zipper, but he stayed still. He wouldn't move until she gave permission.

The final button released, and she let the blouse slide off her shoulders, fabric pooling at her feet. Only thin lace separated him now, straps cutting slightly into soft shoulders. She moved closer, bare feet silent on plush carpet, hips swaying with a rhythm that made his mouth water. Close enough that he felt heat radiating off her body, she reached out, fingertips barely grazing his chest through cotton. He shivered, muscles tensing under her touch.

"Happy birthday," she murmured, voice low and rough, words brushing his lips like a promise. Then she kissed him - deep, hungry, her tongue sliding against his with confidence that made his head spin. He groaned into her mouth, hands flying to her waist, pulling her flush against him. The press of her body was maddening, soft breasts against his chest, hips rolling instinctively against his growing hardness. She broke away just long enough to whisper, "Let me take care of you," before her hands dropped to his belt.

Enjin's breath caught as she worked the buckle with practiced ease, leather sliding free impossibly loud in the quiet room. His cock throbbed, aching for release, but she took her time, fingers teasing his waistband before slowly, torturously dragging the zipper down. Cool air hit his erection as she pushed pants and boxers down his hips, his cock springing free, already slick at the tip. She wrapped fingers around him, stroking once, twice, thumb swiping over pre-cum beading at his slit. Enjin groaned, head falling back, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

"Fuck, you're already so wet for me," he rasped, voice rough with need.

She smirked, fingers still working him lazily. "And you're already so hard for me." Her free hand slid up his chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples before pushing him back onto the bed. He went willingly, body sinking into the mattress as she crawled over him, thighs straddling his hips. Lace brushed against his chest, friction maddening, her heat pressing down without giving him what he really wanted. She leaned down, lips hovering above his ear, breath hot and damp against his skin.

"Tell me what you want," she whispered, voice a sinful purr. "Tell me how you want me to fuck you on your birthday."

Enjin's hands flew to her ass, squeezing hard, fingers digging into soft flesh. "Your mouth," he growled. "I want your fucking mouth on me."

She chuckled, low and dark, before kissing down his neck, teeth grazing his collarbone. "Since you asked so nicely." Her lips trailed lower, over his chest, his stomach, tongue dipping into his navel before she finally took him into her mouth.

Enjin's entire body jerked, a guttural groan tearing his throat as her lips sealed around his cock. She didn't tease this time. She took him deep, throat opening around him, tongue swirling along the underside of his shaft as she pulled back before plunging down again. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her, though she didn't need it. She knew exactly how to drive him wild, the way she hollowed her cheeks, how her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. Wet, obscene sounds of her sucking him off filled the room, mixing with his ragged breaths and occasional choked curses.

"Fuck, just like that - shit -" His hips bucked up, driving himself deeper into her throat, and she took it, nails digging into his thighs as she swallowed around him. His stomach coiled tight, balls drawing up, but she pulled off with a wet pop, leaving him gasping.

"Not yet," she murmured, wiping swollen lips with the back of her hand. "I want you inside me when you come."

Before he could protest, she rose up, hooking thumbs into her skirt's waistband and shimmying it down her hips. The matching black lace thong followed, and then she was bare, pussy glistening with arousal, thighs slick with it. Enjin's hands flew to her hips again, thumbs brushing over the damp heat of her, but she batted his hands away.

"Patience," she chided, though her own breath was coming faster now, chest rising and falling with each shallow gasp. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away, breasts spilling free. Enjin's mouth watered at the sight of her, flushed, trembling, nipples hard and begging for his tongue. But she wasn't done yet. She crawled up his body, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips, wet pussy hovering just above his cock.

"Watch me," she commanded, voice thick with lust.

And he did.

He watched as she reached between them, guiding him to her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. She sank slowly, inch by agonizing inch, inner walls clenching around him, breath hitching as she took him fully. Enjin's hands flew to her waist, fingers digging into her skin, jaw clenched so tight it ached. She was so fucking tight, so hot, her pussy gripping him like a vice.

"Oh god -" she gasped, head falling back as she began to move. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles at first, clit dragging against the base of his cock with every shift. Enjin's vision blurred, his entire world narrowing to the sight of her riding him, tits bouncing with each movement, nails raking down her own body before she braced her hands on his chest. The pace quickened, breaths turning to pants, then to whimpers, pussy fluttering around him as she chased her pleasure.

"Harder," Enjin growled, hands sliding to her ass, helping her slam down onto him. The bed creaked beneath them, headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall as she fucked him with abandon. Her cries grew louder, body tightening, inner walls milking his cock with every desperate thrust.

"I'm - fuck - I'm gonna -" she choked out, fingers digging into his chest.

Enjin could feel it, the way her pussy clenched around him, how her entire body tensed. He reached between them, thumb finding her clit, rubbing in tight, frantic circles. That was all it took. She came with a broken cry, back arching, pussy pulsing around him as her orgasm ripped through her. The sight of her, the feel of her, sent Enjin over the edge. With a groan, he buried himself deep and came, his cum filling her in hot, thick spurts, hips jerking helplessly as he emptied himself inside her.

She collapsed onto his chest, skin slick with sweat, breath coming in ragged gasps. Enjin wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, lips pressing to her forehead, her temple, the shell of her ear. The room smelled of sex, musky and sweet, air thick with the aftermath of their passion. For a long moment, there was only the sound of their heartbeats slowly steadying, the occasional shuddering breath as they came down.

Then, she lifted her head, dark eyes glinting with mischief, lips curved into that same wicked smile.

"That," she whispered, voice still husky with satisfaction, "was just the beginning."

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The bleach love language headcanons was really fun to read!! Thank you for keeping the bleach fandom alive 🔥💕

Ahhh thank you so much!! 💖 I’m so glad you enjoyed the love language headcanons, they were so fun to write 🥰 The Bleach fandom will never die on my watch.

But really it makes me happy that yall really like what i put out even when i think its horrible (sadly due to my perfectionist mentality, i hate it)

and dont worry like i said earlier, the bleach fandom aint dying on my watch. i love the show so much to the point everything i need to read has to be bleach related LMAO

ANYWAYS THANK YOUUU

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Sleeping Habits - Aizen Sosuke

Wc: 780 words Character(s): Aizen Sosuke Tw: (This list mixes SFW/cute traits with natural, sexual tendencies while asleep.) Summary: Sosuke is generally a quiet, composed sleeper, but once his guard is down, his habits reveal how human and vulnerable he really is A/n: honestly had to clear out drafts so im putting like 3 in one iyk what i mean. The way im OBSESSED with this man is so UNHEALTHY UJFKHS

Barely moves at first, but curls subtly → He tends to start off sleeping straight on his back (very controlled), but as he drifts deeper, his body relaxes into softer positions — an arm sliding above his head, or his legs curling slightly, almost like a child’s.

Soft frown even in sleep → His brows knit faintly, like his mind is still working. It smooths out only if someone gently touches him (like brushing hair from his face), showing how much he unconsciously leans into comfort.

Quiet sleeper, except for his breath → He doesn’t snore, but his breathing is calm, steady, almost soothing to listen to. Sometimes it hitches if he’s dreaming — very subtle, but noticeable to anyone lying next to him.

Pillow clinger (in secret) → If he falls asleep alone, the pillow ends up hugged against his chest or tucked under his arm. If someone is beside him, his hand naturally gravitates toward them, like he needs the contact even if he’ll never admit it.

Hair falling into his face → He doesn’t bother tying it back, so strands slip across his eyes and lips. Sometimes he unconsciously exhales to blow them away in his sleep.

Sleeps warmer than he thinks → He starts under the covers neatly, but within a few hours, one leg or arm is always sticking out. He has that balance of looking composed yet messy without realizing it.

Talks in sleep very faintly → Not full sentences, but murmurs — little half-words, his tone low, sometimes almost like he’s reciting something. Rare, but deeply intimate for anyone who hears it.

Relaxes only when someone’s near → If he’s alone, he stays very still, like his body doesn’t let go. But if someone he trusts is beside him, he unconsciously leans toward them, shoulder brushing or hand seeking theirs.

A tiny twitch when dreaming → Fingers flexing as if holding something, jaw tightening for a moment. Almost like he’s still fighting battles in his mind.

Rare, soft smile → Every once in a while, his lips curve just a little in his sleep — subtle, fleeting, but there. As if whatever he’s dreaming of is a gentler world.

SFW Habits

Protective reach → Even in sleep, his arm sometimes slips across the person beside him, resting at their waist or ribs, as if shielding them unconsciously.

Half-lidded awakenings → He has that soft, almost boyish look when he’s pulled from sleep too suddenly, eyes still hazy with dreams. His voice goes deeper and quieter, almost a whisper.

Likes warmth → If it’s cold, he naturally scoots closer, tucking his face into the curve of a neck or shoulder without really waking up.

The “book on the chest” nap → He’s prone to falling asleep while reading. The book is still open on his chest, one hand loosely holding the page.

Late sleeper → His mind runs too much at night, so he doesn’t fall asleep quickly. When he does, his body tends to drop into rest like it’s been holding tension for too long.

NSFW-tinged Habits

Morning wood every time → Without fail. He wakes with it pressed against whoever’s close — not intentional, but once he notices, he might tease or act like it doesn’t faze him at all.

Subtle grinding → Sometimes in deeper sleep, he shifts against his partner’s hip or thigh without realizing it, chasing comfort. It’s lazy, instinctive, and quiet.

Sleepy hand wandering → Half-asleep, his hand drifts over skin — chest, thigh, waist. He doesn’t always wake, but his touch lingers like a need he won’t admit.

Dreams bleed through → On rare occasions, his lips part and he murmurs in a low, broken way — not full words, but hints of heat. Anyone beside him might catch a quiet moan slipping out.

The weight of him → When deeply asleep after sex, he doesn’t move away. He stays pressed flush against them, arm heavy over their body, his breath warm against their neck — too at ease to remember his usual restraint.

Lazy wake-ups → If his partner stirs him in the middle of the night, he tends to drag them back down, lips brushing skin, voice rough with sleep: “...not yet.” Sometimes that pulls into half-asleep, needy intimacy.

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he's next

jabbers is the next one I'm writing

if you guys have any suggestions too or scenarios yall want me to write feel free to tell me

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SPOILERS FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVENT SEEN DEXTER

So i just finishes S4 and im on S5 and omg did i

Not expect Rita to be dead WTF

First they take away James Doakes then Rita

Rest in Piece 🥹

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FUCKING ADORABLE

jinmao 💜💚

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LOOK AT HIMM

ik theres room for me there UGHHH

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Break Up Sex - Hirako Shinji

Wc: 577 words Character(s): Hirako Shinji  Tw: Breakup sex, angst, emotional tension, rough sex, creampie, raw vulnerability, Shinji being hurt and possessive, reader struggling with her feelings, toxic dynamic hints, soft aftercare, unresolved emotions Summary: After a painful breakup, you return to Shinji Hirako and share one last, desperate night together. Emotions run high as anger, longing, and love blur into rough, passionate sex — a final attempt to hold onto something already slipping away. A/n: Had a sudden thought about this and immediately wrote it down. Your welcome

You hated how easy it was to fall back into his arms.

You'd told him it was over — your voice had trembled but your eyes had stayed firm. Shinji had laughed, that bitter kind of laugh he did when he was more hurt than he’d admit. Something about him always being the wrong guy for the right girl. Something about how you’d finally seen what everyone else did.

You didn’t reply. You left. But now here you were. Back. Door slammed shut. Heart pounding.

Shinji was already on you before either of you could speak.

He kissed you like he hated you. Like he missed you. Like he didn’t know which emotion was stronger. His hands were rough, dragging you into the wall as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You always do this,” he growled against your throat. “You say it’s over and then you come back like this... lookin’ at me like I’m the only one who knows how to touch you.”

His fingers dipped beneath your waistband, breath warm against your cheek.

“Am I wrong?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Not with his mouth stealing your words, not with his hips grinding you down against his living room wall like he was trying to carve himself into your memory. The way your body responded to his—quick, needy, already wet for him—betrayed you worse than words ever could.

Clothes came off fast. Sloppy. You didn’t care.

The second he buried himself inside you, your breath caught. It was like nothing had changed. Like all the arguments, the tears, the silent treatments—they didn’t matter now. You clung to him, legs tight around his waist as he thrust into you hard, deep, his jaw clenched like he was holding back too much.

“This what you came back for?” he panted, hips snapping harder. “Needed one more fuck to remember what you’re givin’ up?”

“S-Shinji—”

His mouth caught yours, desperate and bruising, and the way his voice cracked next was almost too soft to hear.

“Don’t go. Don’t… don’t say it’s over if you don’t mean it.”

You moaned as he shifted, hitting just the right spot with each thrust, his name falling from your lips like a broken promise.

The pace grew frantic. His forehead pressed to yours. You could feel the tremble in his arms, the desperation in his rhythm.

When he came, he held you tighter than ever. Warmth flooded inside, raw, bare, real. He didn't pull out. Didn't even move.

You both stood there for a moment, still joined, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Your chest heaved. His shoulders rose and fell like he was trying not to cry.

“…You gonna leave now?” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “Or are you gonna stay and pretend we’re okay for a little longer?”

You didn’t answer. You just ran your fingers through his damp hair and let yourself pretend too.

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Dry Humping - Aizen Sosuke

Wc: 1593 words Character(s): Aizen Sosuke Tw: Dry humping, Light possessive language, Sexual tension and build-up, Implication of wet sex acts, Mild possessiveness, Praise kink themes, Soft domination Summary: Cuddling in bed turns into slow grinding as Aizen grows increasingly aroused and begins dry humping her through their underwear A/n: One hell of a spicy one here. Again thanks for the support and i appreciate yall liking my posts. Also hello to the new followers. Now i hoped i COOKED with this one since i wrote this at 4am

The room was dim, lit only by the soft golden glow of the evening sun bleeding through the blinds. The air was still, the kind that made time slow down. You lay in bed, back pressed to Sōsuke’s chest, his warm breath ghosting against your shoulder, and both of you comfortably stripped down to your underwear.

His arm was draped around your waist, fingers resting just beneath the hem of your panties. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest behind you, his body molded so perfectly to yours it was almost unreal. His briefs, soft cotton, barely hid the subtle weight of him pressed to your lower back.

Sōsuke was quiet, he always was like this at first. Lazy, unhurried. He nuzzled your neck gently, lips brushing over the shell of your ear before he whispered, “You feel so good against me…”

The moment felt innocent enough. Just quiet cuddling. But then his hips shifted slightly, slowly, dragging the firm shape of his cock against the curve of your ass. A breath left you, soft and shaky as he pulled you a little closer with a low hum.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice like velvet, thick with that low control he always had even when his restraint was fraying.

You nodded. “Mhm…”

That was all he needed.

He rolled his hips again, this time with a little more pressure. The friction of his briefs against your barely-covered ass sent a hot thrum through your core. His breath hitched ever so slightly, and you felt the twitch of him against you—hardening. Slow. Heavy. Undeniably aroused.

His hand on your waist dipped lower, splaying over your lower belly to keep you in place as his movements gradually became more deliberate. Controlled. His cock, now fully hard beneath the thin fabric, dragged against you with each slow, grinding thrust. You gasped when you felt the head push right between your cheeks, almost catching on the cotton of your panties, and his breath stuttered in your ear.

“Mm… don’t run from me now,” he murmured, mouth brushing your neck. “I want to feel all of you.”

You arched your back a little, offering more of yourself to him, and he groaned, a soft, reverent sound that vibrated down your spine. His hand slid up your ribs to your breast, fingers molding over your soft skin through your bra, thumb teasing the sensitive peak through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he whispered, rutting a little harder now, the friction building between the layers of cloth. “You drive me insane…”

Your thighs clenched involuntarily, grinding back into him as the slow heat built in your lower belly. He was panting now, mouth pressed behind your ear, hips jerking with a subtle desperation he barely let show. The sounds of your soft gasps and his controlled, needy groans filled the room.

Even with clothes on, he had an uncanny talent for making you come undone

His thrusts slowed again, dragging out each motion as if savoring the way your body trembled under his. Then, almost breathlessly:

“Let me make a mess of you like this… just like this…”

And you could feel it—how close he was. How tightly he held on, like he’d lose control any second, and yet still wanted to take his time grinding against you until neither of you could think straight.

His body was molten behind you, every slow rut of his hips against your ass pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel him—hard and throbbing through his briefs, grinding into the soaked gusset of your panties. The friction had long become too much and not enough all at once.

Your breath hitched as you shifted forward just slightly, teasing the head of his cock with the curve of your ass. The way he groaned behind you—deep and raw—made your thighs clench in need.

“Turn around,” Sōsuke rasped suddenly, voice low and wrecked. “Come here, baby…”

You rolled unto him, straddling him without hesitation. The sight of him lying beneath you—dark hair mussed, flushed cheeks, and that painfully hard bulge in his briefs—sent a tremor down your spine. His hands found your hips, thumbs brushing slow circles into your skin, and his gaze flicked down to the wet patch between your thighs.

"You're dripping..." he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, like it was a secret just for him. “So messy already.”

You ground down slowly, pressing your soaked panties against his cock. The both of you moaned at the contact—hot, wet, and full of tension. His cock twitched beneath the fabric, his briefs now damp with your arousal. You could see how badly he wanted to be inside you, how much he was holding back, but he didn’t say a word. He let you take the lead, quiet and reverent.

Your panties stuck to you like a second skin as you slid forward, dragging your soaked core along the thick ridge of him. Every pass made his breathing stutter. He gripped your hips tighter, guiding your rhythm as you rocked against him.

“Sōsuke…” you whined softly, your voice breathless as your clit rubbed over the head of his cock through the thin layers of cotton. You could feel your own slick dripping down, making the friction more lewd, more intense.

“Just like that,” he groaned, neck arched slightly as he watched you. “Don’t stop. Keep riding me… right there.”

You obeyed, grinding harder, hips rolling in tight circles now. Your underwear were absolutely ruined at this point—clinging to your folds, twisted and soaked, but you didn’t dare remove them. Not when the heat between you was so maddeningly delicious.

His cock was leaking, you could feel it—dampness spreading through his briefs, mixing with yours. You could see the tip outlined, fat and glistening under the stretched cotton. And it only made you grind harder.

His head fell back, lips parted in a silent moan. One hand slid up your belly, finding your breast and squeezing through your bra. The other gripped your ass, helping you move. You whimpered when the thick pressure of his cock rubbed just right against your clit, sending a sharp wave of pleasure through your core.

Then it happened.

He let out a ragged, guttural groan and bucked his hips sharply beneath you.

“F-Fuck, I’m—” His breath caught, body tensing, and then you felt the sudden, hot warmth soak through your panties as he came hard in his briefs. Spurt after spurt of his release spilled between you, making a sticky mess as he throbbed violently beneath you, cock still grinding up into your ruined underwear.

You froze atop him, gasping, shuddering from how hot it felt—how nasty and intimate it was to feel him lose control like that, all while you were still clothed.

His hands didn’t let go of your hips. His chest rose and fell rapidly beneath you, and his voice was barely audible when he finally managed:

“…You feel too good. I couldn’t stop.”

You sat there in the aftermath, his cum soaking into your panties and dripping slowly down your inner thighs. He slid one hand to the small of your back, pulling you down until your chest met his. His lips found your temple, then your jaw, and he whispered against your skin:

“Stay just like this… I want to feel every drop between us.”

Your breath was still shaky, chest rising and falling against his as you both tried to steady yourselves. The warmth of his cum soaked into your panties was unmistakable, a sticky reminder of how completely he’d lost control inside the thin fabric.

Sōsuke shifted beneath you, pulling you closer so your bodies were flush. Slowly, his fingers slid down your sides, trailing along the slickened edges of your panties. His eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and something softer–pride, maybe, or possessiveness—as he traced the damp stain with a careful touch.

“You’re so… messy,” he whispered, voice low and husky. “Just for me.”

You shivered at the intimate attention, heat flaring in your cheeks despite the cool air brushing your skin. His hands cupped your hips firmly, thumbs brushing little circles that sent sparks through you.

Then, with a teasing tilt of his head, he pressed his lips just below your ear. “I could clean you up like this,” he said, voice dripping with promise, “or I could make an even bigger mess.”

You smiled breathlessly, heart pounding, caught in the delicious tension of the moment.

He leaned back a bit to look up at you, eyes shimmering with something rare—a flicker of vulnerability beneath that calm, controlled exterior. “You’re mine, like this,” he said softly, fingers tightening around your waist, “and I won’t let anyone else touch you.”

His lips found yours then, slow and deep, tasting the salt of your skin and the sweet afterglow of your shared heat.

The world outside the room didn’t exist anymore. There was only this: you, him, and the messy, beautiful proof of everything between you.

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excuse my language but twitter is a bitch bro. had to let that out.

expect some bleach oneshots soon

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Did a quick blog rework :L

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Yearnings - Enjin

Wc: 1564 words Character(s): Enjin (Gachiakuta) Tw: Explicit sexual content, Unprotected sex, Breeding kink, First time, Pre-Relationship Summary: After weeks of holding back intense desire and emotional longing, Enjin finally gives in to his feelings A/n: EPISODE 2 OF GACHIAKUTA WAS AMAZINGG I FINALLY GOT TO SEE MY MAN ENJIN (didnt see his dimples tho but i digress), IT WAS SO NICE TO FINALLY SEE HIM ANIMATED SO I MADE THIS

You had only come by to drop something off—a jacket he left behind after a previous visit. You hadn’t meant to stay. Not like this.

But the second Enjin opened the door and saw you standing there in his hoodie, eyes tired and lips soft, he knew he was a dead man walking.

He hadn’t touched you. Not in all this time. Not really. He was too afraid he’d break something—you, mainly. You were fragile in a way he wasn’t used to dealing with. You made his chest hurt when you looked at him like that—like you trusted him. And if he took what he wanted, even once, he was terrified he wouldn’t be able to stop.

Right now? He was bricked. Every nerve in his body was screaming for you. And you hadn’t even done anything. Just sat on the edge of his bed, swinging your legs, brushing hair behind your ear while you told him how long it took to wash his jacket. Mundane. Sweet. Casual.

But he was going fucking feral.

He stood behind you without saying anything for a long time, just watching the soft curve of your back through the hoodie. His hoodie. His fists were clenched at his sides, jaw tight, breathing shallow. Then—slowly—he sat beside you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your head turned.

“I mean it,” he said, voice rough. “You’ve been in my head every damn day. I can’t breathe right when you’re around.”

You shifted, lips parting, and he caught your chin in his hand.

“I keep holdin’ back,” he murmured, thumb brushing your lower lip, “but it’s killin’ me. Every time you look at me like that … like I’m something good. I just… I lose it a little more.”

He kissed you. Hard. Desperate.

It started rough, his mouth crashing into yours, hands gripping your thighs like he was trying to anchor himself to reality but it softened as you melted into him, fingers curling in his hair.

His hand slid beneath the hoodie, tracing the bare skin of your waist. No bra. No panties. Just you—warm and yielding under his hands, thighs instinctively parting when he leaned you back against the bed.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice cracking as his forehead pressed to yours. “You’re not wearing anything under this?”

You nodded, breathless. “I wanted to feel close to you…”

That was all it took.

He pulled the hoodie off you in one smooth motion, drinking in the sight of you beneath him. The way your nipples stiffened in the cool air. The way your thighs twitched. He cursed under his breath and tugged his shirt over his head, then leaned down to mouth at your chest—biting softly, sucking just enough to make you gasp and arch.

“You drive me insane,” he whispered against your skin. “You don’t even try.”

You laughed breathily. “What can I say, you have the same effect on me.”

He growled low in his throat, dragging his tongue down your stomach, leaving a wet trail of heat behind. 

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart. He slid between them and rocked against you—still clothed from the waist down—but the weight of his cock pressed hot and heavy against your bare core through the fabric. And even like this, you felt it. Thick. Hard. Desperate.

He groaned, rutting against you. “I’m so fuckin’ bricked, baby… Been like this for weeks…”

You whimpered beneath him, grinding up as he rocked down, the friction toe-curling, deliciously sharp. Your slick soaked through his pants. It made the glide all the hotter, all the more maddening.

“You feel that?” he rasped. “You did this..”

“Then take me,” you breathed. “I’m right here…”

But he hesitated, eyes dark, lip caught between his teeth. “I don’t wanna fuck this up. You’re not just anyone. If I touch you like I want to…”

You pulled him down, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want this too.”

He groaned—guttural, broken—and kissed you like a man starved. The kind of kiss that didn’t stop, that dragged your soul into it. His hips kept grinding into you, harder now. More rhythmic. His hand slipped between you, fingers dipping into your folds, teasing, stroking—slow at first, then with purpose.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered against your cheek. “God, you’re so wet for me…”

His cock throbbed against you through his pants. You tugged at the waistband, whimpering, and he let you free him—his breath hitching as his thick length slapped against his abdomen, flushed and dripping with precum.

“Condom’s in the drawer,” he muttered, already reaching.

You stopped him.

“We can do it raw?.”

His hands shook.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, eyes wide, vulnerable. He leaned his forehead against yours.

“I won’t last long. Not this first time. Not with you.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “I want it. All of it. Every second.”

He pushed in slowly, carefully, savoring every inch of how tight and warm you were. The second he bottomed out, he collapsed against you with a low, wrecked groan, his cock twitching inside you.

“Fuck—” He buried his face in your neck. “You’re perfect. Perfect.”

He moved slowly at first, grinding deep with every thrust, letting you feel just how much he’d wanted you—how much he needed this. His praise spilled out unfiltered: how good you felt, how beautiful you looked beneath him, how he dreamed of this too many nights to count.

You came first—clinging to him, nails digging into his back. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was spilling inside you with a broken moan, trembling as he whispered your name like a prayer.

He didn’t pull out. Not yet.

Just stayed inside you, holding you close, lips pressed to your shoulder.

“You ruined me,” he whispered hoarsely. “And I don’t even care.”

Enjin hadn’t moved,not even an inch.

He was still inside you, chest pressed to yours, his weight heavy but grounding, breath hot and uneven against your neck. His cock had softened only slightly, twitching with every little flutter your body gave. And you—still clinging to him like your life depended on it, thighs curled around his hips—didn’t want to let him go either.

Your fingers ran through the damp strands at the nape of his neck. “You okay?”

He didn’t answer at first. Just gave a soft grunt and nosed at your collarbone like he was trying to hide.

“…I didn’t mean to come that fast.”

You smiled into his hair. “You were perfect.”

He groaned softly, voice muffled. “Nah. I meant to take my time. Make it last. But you—fuck, you felt so good… and when you said you wanted to feel me…”

He trailed off, breath stuttering. His arms tightened around your waist.

“I lost it. I’ve never felt anything like that.”

You kissed the shell of his ear. “You don’t have to be perfect with me.”

His hips shifted slightly, and you both let out a soft moan at the sensation—his cock, still half-hard, stirring inside you again. You felt his stomach tense, his body tremble faintly.

“I’m still inside you,” he whispered. “Still fuckin’ hard…”

You flushed, thighs squeezing instinctively. “I know.”

He drew back just enough to look at you. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lashes wet with sweat and something softer. His thumb brushed your cheek, slow and reverent.

“Does it feel okay?” he asked, voice hoarse. “Me staying in like this?”

You nodded. “It feels full. Warm. I like it.”

Something in him shattered at that. His gaze dropped to where your bodies were still joined, then back up to your face, flushed and relaxed beneath him.

“I keep thinkin’ about it,” he murmured. “What it’d feel like to keep you full like this all the time… how you’d look with my cum dripping outta you. Shit, baby—”

You whimpered softly, and that made his cock twitch again.

“I’m gonna start moving if you keep saying things like that,” you warned, half-laughing, half-melted into him.

His lips curled into a tired smile. “Wouldn’t stop you.”

Still, he made no move to thrust. Just stayed pressed to you, resting his weight on one forearm, the other hand running tender strokes over your waist, your ribs, your cheek.

“I ever hurt you?” he asked, quieter now.

You shook your head. “Never.”

He looked relieved. Kissed your temple.

“I’ll draw you a bath,” he said eventually, even though he hadn’t pulled out.

You laughed softly. “We can stay like this a little longer.”

“…Please.” His voice cracked. “Just a little more.”

And so you stayed—him still nestled inside you, cock twitching back to life again, arms locked tight around your waist like the world might steal you if he let go. There was no rush. Just his heartbeat echoing against your chest, his breath warm on your skin, and the quiet confession that left his lips just before sleep claimed you both:

“I think I’m fallin’ for you. Fuckin’ hard.”

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I'm pretty new on tumblr, but I saw that you were potentially starting an Enjin story, and I couldn't help but follow since I love him sooo much ❤️

I don't want to sound greedy, but when are you starting it 🥹

I love your work, and I hope you continue to post more Enjin works 😘😘

THANK YOUUU I appreciate that so much

Um, I won't be starting anytime soon because we know little to nothing about enjin rn, BUT I've already mapped out what the first 3 chapters are going to be about and NO you aren't greedy for asking 🙃.

I will post the chapters here and on my A03 if you're wondering about that too

I appreciate the love, and the only thing holding me back is that we don't got an Enjin backstory yet

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I'm thinking of writing a full-fledged story with multiple chapters for Gojo, Enjin, and Vergil, but im leaning heavily with starting with Enjin

It won't be anytime soon, but if some of you are looking forward to it, I will consider starting to map things out.

Also, episode 1 of gachiakuta was amazing, and I was so happy to see one of my favourite mangas to get a good adaptation. I look forward to seeing my man enjin in episode 2

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Love Language - Bleach Men

Wc: 1176 words

Characters: Ichigo, Ishida, Aizen, Shinji, Urahara, Shunsui, Ukitake, Toshiro, Mayuri, Renji, Byakuya & Hisagi Tw: Fluffy in general but includes: Emotional vulnerability, Mild references to parental neglect or isolation, Implied manipulative behavior, Cold emotional detachment, Chronic illness, Self-worth issues  Summary: This set of prompts explores each Bleach male character's primary love languages, based on their canon personality traits A/n: I just want to say that I was very surprised with the amount of likes and feedback I've gotten and I just want to say thank you for the support because it really makes my day as my days have been really bad as of late. From the bottom of my heart I just want to say thank you and hopefully you guys will stay and continue to read my small drabbles, oneshots and fics. 

1. Ichigo Kurosaki – Acts of Service & Words of Affirmation

Why: Ichigo is deeply protective and action-oriented. He doesn’t always say how he feels, but he shows it through what he does—rushing to save you, helping with something without being asked.

How it looks: He walks you home even if it’s out of his way, fixes things before you even notice they’re broken, and occasionally stumbles through a heartfelt compliment.

Hidden Side: If you ever affirm him—say you're proud or grateful—he’ll get flustered but secretly treasure it.

2. Uryū Ishida – Quality Time & Gift Giving

Why: Uryū is precise and meticulous. He expresses love through thoughtful gestures, often in the form of handmade gifts or curated experiences.

How it looks: He’ll remember your favorite tea, embroider a handkerchief for you, or research a quiet place to read together. When you have his attention, you have all of it.

Hidden Side: He’s awkward with physical affection at first, but once comfortable, he becomes soft and extremely devoted.

3. Aizen Sōsuke – Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch (in private)

Why: Aizen is intelligent and highly composed. His love language is subtle—he carefully chooses his words to make you feel seen and admired, but his touch becomes intimate when he lets down his guard.

How it looks: A whispered compliment at just the right moment, a steady hand on the small of your back when no one’s watching.

Hidden Side: The more he falls, the more tactile he becomes. Long fingers tracing your skin slowly, like he's memorizing you.

4. Kisuke Urahara – Physical Touch & Quality Time

Why: Kisuke is playful but observant. He uses humor and closeness to deflect seriousness, but he’s most himself when he can spend quiet, meaningful time with you.

How it looks: Constant casual touching—tugging your sleeve, brushing your hair away, pulling you into his side during a nap. Also, quirky dates and surprise visits just to “see your face.”

Hidden Side: When he’s serious, he holds your hand tightly. That’s when you know something’s real.

5. Shinji Hirako – Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch

Why: Shinji’s flirtatious, witty, and smooth—but he deeply values verbal connection. He’s a talker, and if he’s in love, he’ll tell you with poetic teases, cheeky lines, and the occasional slip of sincerity.

How it looks: Long conversations where he really listens. His hand casually resting on your thigh during a movie. A sly “you’re the only one I let this close, y’know.”

Hidden Side: When he’s vulnerable, he’ll quietly say things like “don’t leave,” or “you mean more than you think.”

6. Shunsui Kyōraku – Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation

Why: Shunsui is sensual and openly affectionate. He’ll wrap an arm around you in public, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and compliment you endlessly. But when he’s serious, his words cut deep in the best way.

How it looks: Slow, warm hugs. Gentle kisses on your hand. Saying, “You look beautiful, as always,” even when you’ve just woken up.

Hidden Side: Beneath his carefree charm, he’s terrified of loss. When he loves you, he makes sure you know it, always.

7. Jūshirō Ukitake – Acts of Service & Quality Time

Why: Gentle and selfless, Ukitake expresses love through caretaking. Even when sick, he’ll find ways to make your life easier, often at the expense of himself.

How it looks: He cooks for you, even if it makes him tired. He asks about your day and really listens. Sitting with him in peaceful silence feels like a warm embrace.

Hidden Side: He fears being a burden, so he rarely asks for help. If you serve him, it makes him emotional.

8. Tōshirō Hitsugaya (aged up) – Acts of Service & (Reluctant) Physical Touch

Why: Tōshirō is guarded and serious, especially about feelings. He’ll protect you and help you with anything—but he struggles with openly expressing emotion, especially in public.

How it looks: Carrying your bags without a word. Showing up when you're sick with medicine. Letting you rest against him awkwardly, but he doesn’t pull away.

Hidden Side: He blushes easily when touched but melts if you persist. His touch becomes fiercely protective and grounding.

9. Mayuri Kurotsuchi – (Extremely Conditional) Acts of Service???

Why: Mayuri doesn’t do love traditionally. But if he cares, it manifests in him using his genius to keep you safe or enhance your life—whether you asked for it or not.

How it looks: He invents bizarre tech to make your life “more efficient.” He acts like it’s all for research, but there’s always an oddly specific function tailored to your habits.

Hidden Side: You may never get traditional affection, but if you’re the only person he makes time for—or protects with his own hands—that’s his love language.

10. Renji Abarai – Acts of Service & Physical Touch

Why: Renji isn't always the best with words, but he's fiercely loyal and protective. He shows love by doing things for you, and once comfortable, becomes very physically affectionate.

How it looks: Carries your bags without asking. Wraps an arm around your shoulder in public proudly. Stays up fixing something you mentioned was broken a week ago.

Hidden Side: Gets very shy when complimented but thrives on touch. Will lean into you silently after a long day just to feel close.

11. Byakuya Kuchiki – Acts of Service & Quality Time

Why: Byakuya isn’t good at showing affection openly, but he acts on love through loyalty, protection, and presence. Words fail him, but his actions never lie.

How it looks: Makes sure your needs are met without ever asking. Attends important events quietly, always present but dignified. Offers you his scarf on a cold day without comment.

Hidden Side: When he sits beside you in silence and lets the mask slip—no noble posture, just Byakuya—that’s when you know he’s letting you in.

12. Shuhei Hisagi – Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch

Why: Shūhei wears his heart on his sleeve more than he realizes. He finds deep emotional connection through honest communication and quiet intimacy.

How it looks: Encourages you with genuine, vulnerable compliments. Holds you close when words fail him. Writes you little notes when he's away for missions.

Hidden Side: Struggles with self-worth, so praise from you means everything. He holds your words like they’re sacred.

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I LOVE ME SOME DAD GOJO

╰───► anthology • fluff • romance • domesticity • girl dad!satoru

a collection of drabbles and soft moments featuring gojo satoru and you (his wife) as you navigate parenthood together. each piece stands alone but together they paint the chaotic and loving story of your growing family.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader (she/her)

genre: romance, fluff, domestic, slice of life, comedy

status: ongoing

art credit: momoya348 on X

MASTERLIST:

the strongest softest heart

╰─► gojo satoru is untouchable — or so everyone thinks. but when the birth of his daughter flips his world upside down, even the strongest sorcerer finds himself unraveling in the best way possible

diaper duty!

╰─► the one where your husband fumbles through his first diaper change

(more coming soon)

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Baby You're a Star Masterlist // Pornstar Satoru headcanons

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream.

Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation, mentions of drug use, weed smoking, Gojo has an OF hehe, lots of longing, pining, Satoru can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru, explicit sexual content, angst - WC 67k 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 Playlist -Ao3 link-Headcanons below!

Pornstar Satoru is one of the most famous pornstars there are, hence him constantly wearing jet black shades and hoodies at times, he never knew just who he'd run into that would recognize him. Whether it's his flicks or his OF - he's the top .01 % - he gets a lot of notice, especially in bustling LA. But, he loves what he does, he especially loves watching his abs flex in the camera as he hits one of his lovely costars from the back.

Pornstar Satoru loves making the costars and girls he collabs with actually cum, where they're shaking and squirting all over his latex covered cock. Not that fake shit like he watches them do with other men- no Satoru makes sure to slam that curved tip against their cervix, to roll his thumb right on their clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Perhaps that's the secret to how famous he really is, along with his good looks.

Pornstar Satoru makes so much money from each shoot and is in high demand, so he can have whoever he wants as a co star. They line up to have a chance at him, watching his videos and aching for a chance to feel his cock hitting them deeper than damn near anyone could hit, to say they got to shoot with the Satoru Gojo. This just makes Satoru fuck them harder, smiling right at that camera, as women dream it's really them that have captured his pretty blue eyed gaze.

Pornstar Satoru thinks it's a pretty damn good life, being rich for fucking beautiful women on camera, as he's inhaling a blunt after a threesome shoot with his best friend - and often costar- Pornstar Suguru, as they talk about who got the girl to squirt more, right in the middle of a bouguie party in East LA. Suguru let's out a throaty laugh, while Satoru narrows his blue eyes. 'I had her cumming so hard she was shaking' he says, taking a hit and handing it back to Suguru. 'Nah, that was all for me, did you see...'

Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'

Pornstar Satoru scowls at Suguru who snorts in laughter then. 'Satoru we don't have 'girlfriends' and she... looks like a good girl' your eyes catch his then, across the room, like something shifts as you smile sweetly, before peering at your phone, biting your lip in concentration. 'I'm talking to her' Suguru chuckles as he watches his friend, and Satoru feels his heart race when he comes too close to you, something he can't say he's felt, even pleasing countless beauties, nothing has quite altered him as your sweet turn of lips, as you look down at your converse, so out of place you're fucking adorable. 'Hey sweetheart... Satoru Gojo' he says, introducing himself with ease, expecting you to maybe notice him, get starstruck, fuck women get wet just near him, but you simply grin, and your name whispers through his mind when it spills from your lips.

Pornstar Satoru has you sitting with him later, you fall into easy conversation, you're a little gamer nerd, you love science and the environment, he just bets you were head of your ecology club in college, which you quickly confirm, all while you're in awe of just how beautiful this man is. He's sweet, he's sexy... you feel he shouldn't even be talking to you. You're pretty but... he's experienced so clearly, by every way he moves, he's worldly, so confident, and you've never really left this little part of LA, but the two of you can't stop talking, to the point you forget what brought you here.

Pornstar Satoru laughs with you, as you're sitting side by side, and he lights up a blunt, leaning back on the burgundy couch on the outskirts of the party, inhaling it deep into his lungs. 'Want a hit, sweets?' he murmurs, you take it nervously, putting it to your lips and inhaling a bit, before coughing, covering your mouth. Satoru chuckles, 'you're cute' earning your cheeks heating up. 'Can you tell I don't do this?' you're nervously tapping your leg now. 'Yeah, what does bring you here, doesn't seem your...' 'my scene?' he nods then. 'yeah, that.'

Pornstar Satoru watches avidly as you sip on your drink, wincing at the strong liquor. 'Well, my friend invited me over, but she's running late' Satoru grins now. 'Party time is different, everyone comes late, that's on time. About fifteen minutes late' 'oh no I came early!' you smack your own forehead, giggling along with him. 'Are you like... a model, or an actor?' you ask, eyeing him and his baby blues, the cheekbones so perfect, those lips that wrap the blunt again. 'You could say I'm a bit of both,' he muses, then spits out his drink when you ask 'what are you in!?'

Pornstar Satoru coughs just a bit, he's never been ashamed of what he does, but he's nervous for some reason to tell you. Why, he doesn't know. 'I'm... into some indie flicks' you brighten up then. 'Oh, let me know, I love lowkey films! I bet you're great' Satoru sighs, gulping down the rest of his drink and eyeing your cup. 'Want more?' you frown now, maybe you're asking too much, or offending this actor that you don't recognize him!? You nod, the amount of people around you making you press against this friendly, pretty white haired stranger just a little more.

Pornstar Satoru has another drink, eyeing the sea of bodies undulating in the extravagant mansion, and soon the two of you are dancing together you're cute and so awkward, Satoru's enjoying this far, far too much. He has plenty of costars and fans come up to the two of you, but he's too interested in showing you how to move your hips to pay them any mind, when finally your friend comes. Satoru instantly recognizes her, she's a pretty famous co star he's collabed with on her Onlyfans not long ago. When she sees you giggling and enjoying yourself so much, she damn near drags you away, making Satoru curse.

Pornstar Satoru eyes you when your friend whispers in your ear- 'you really don't recognize him!?' you blink curiously, looking at him more closely. 'Should I?' she sighs then, eyeing Satoru up and down. 'He was in my OF videos, we collabed' you heat up furiously then. 'I never watched your videos! I just subbed to be supportive!' she giggles. 'You're so cute, I thought you at least watched some?' you shake your head nervously. 'I don't really watch, is he... like an OnlyFans guy?' Satoru is back over with Suguru now, while you sip your drink, feeling your body warm up. 'He's the top pornstar there is, the collab was like a dream. He's really sweet but you should know is all, you're kinda...' you glare. 'kinda what?' she giggles again. 'you're just... sweet, emotional, is all'

Pornstar Satoru expects you to be done with him once you find out, after all you just seem innocent, uncorrupted for this city, not the kind of girl to be at this party where lines are being snorted off bodies, and people are naked and jumping in the pools, a heady, wild atmosphere. But you smile at him, as you murmur - 'he's sweet?' to your friend. She nods then. 'He is, but just know... he doesn't date so, it'd only be physical' you frown at that now, that's not something you think you can do, you're about as demisexual as it gets, hence your very limited experience. 'He doesn't date at all?' Your friend gently touches your shoulder. 'No, love, I'd hate to see you hurt'

Pornstar Satoru catches you before you leave later that night, when you are just feeling too out of place, his big hand wrapped around your delicate wrist, earning you looking up at him. He can't stop thinking how pretty your eyes would look rolled back, how good your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, as you relax a bit, turning and looking up. 'Headed out already?' he asks softly, you flush as you remember just what he does for a living, your friend had just described his cock in far too vivid detail. 'It's not really my thing, but I'm glad we met, Gojo' you smile so cute then, leaning up and pecking him on the cheek, his arm wraps your waist as he leans down, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent cloying to your skin.

Pornstar Satoru pulls you in closer, blue eyes staring under snowy lashes. 'Can I... get your number?' Satoru has never asked for a number a day in his life, but he delights in watching you shift nervously, nodding as you tuck your hair behind your ear. 'Yeah, I'd like that' he exchanges numbers, tilting your chin up then, watching the way your eyes dilate, the color spread on your pretty cheeks. 'She told you?' you clear your throat, nodding a bit, still being captured by his fingers. 'I don't judge at all, Gojo, I'd still like to be... friends...' your whisper is met with the most subtle kiss on your lips, shooting desire hot and heavy until Satoru releases you, plump lips smirking- 'sure, sweets, we can be friends'

Pornstar Satoru can't get you off his mind, the feel of your skin on his, the sweet sigh against his lips. He is on a big shoot and - the Satoru Gojo that never gets soft - is having trouble keeping it up, to the amusement of his costar Pornstar Sukuna. Satoru scowls at his comments, just picturing your sweet lips against his for that brief moment. A man who just fucks and fucks, and doesn't feel, is hung up just on some fucking kiss. He has to take a break after pleasing his costar with his fingers, she's cumming so much she doesn't notice, but the directors wonder why he's off. He's in his own dressing room, eyeing the phone, hands shaking as he decides to type a message - 'could you give me a picture, sweets, to save as your caller id?'

Pornstar Satoru finds his cock is right back on hard when you send one quickly, just a cute selfie with a little peace sign, but he sees your glossy fucking lips, the teeth indentations he aches to rub the tip of his cock on, along with just a hint of your breasts. Your nipples press against the thin material of your little tee shirt- Pokemon, he notices, smiling- his cock throbbing. 'Can I get one too?' you're biting that lower lip nervously as you ask, getting a picture of him shirtless then, doing nothing to stifle the curiosity in your mind, your heart racing as you seee his body. 'You at a shoot?' you ask in the messages, he hesitates before answering - 'yes' - and somehow you feel jealous of whoever his costar is. You message a - kill it, Gojo! - despite the feeling in your tummy, little do you know you're drowning his fucking mind when he performs later, feeling the star squirting all over his latex covered cock.

Pornstar Satoru can't stop texting you that week, he can't even get hard if he doesn't look at that picture, and you can't stop your curiosity, when you friend mentions he's doing a live stream. Since Satoru can hardly perform, he's decided to masturbate on live cam, in minutes making more than he'd make in a shoot, all while having your picture propped up. People are chatting, watching, dollars by the hundreds being tipped every moment, fuck he's making way more than he usually would, and he can think of you. He laughs softly, abs flexing as he hits the right angle, reading the comments, making you dripping wet, this isn't what you do!?

Pornstar Satoru is stroking his wet, slick cock that's glistening, up and down with his huge hand, and you feel your pussy clench, breath coming faster, unsure whether to look away or keep staring, meanwhile he's picturing you in all sorts of positions, on your knees, a fucking mating press. He's shutting his eyes for a moment, grinning as the viewers go crazy. 'I know, it's pretty, huh?' he spits right on that long, veiny cock of his, pinching his pink tip and whining, white lashes fluttering open right when he sees a familiar name enter the chat.

Your name.

Pornstar Sukuna hcs here // Pornstar Suguru hcs here // Onlyfans Nanami hcs here

Kofi link (if you feel generous & wanna buy me a ☕️