This Is All I’m Good For To My Family Now Smh My Head ://///

omfg i need fatgum inside of me NEOWWWWW ughggh like how is this fair

tdbkdk is actually the air i breathe. i couldn’t live without them.

"You know-"

Tomura can't stand when you take that tone. The high, wobbly nature of it means you are about to say something to aggravate him, most likely on purpose. He's always pretty frazzled with the situation without your comments. You are laid out on his tiny bed, pussy freshly eaten, legs spread in wait for him. Tomura wants to be back on you, but he's too busy trying to get this fucking strap to stay on. the side won't tighten and his chosen cock of the evening keeps threatening to fall out right on to the floor.

"What?" he asks with a snit. Sweat is already dotted though his white tank. He shouldn't be doing this in a binder, but he almost likes to way his ribs ache when he breathes in too deeply.

"Never really thought I liked pussy-" You wiggle your knee back and forth, legs opening and closing. "But I'm kinda really into yours."

"Don't say--" Heat runs down the back of his neck. "Why are you even fucking looking at that?"

"You're about to fuck me and I like bush," you say. "And it's kinda hot that you're like, fucking dripping down your legs. I'm just saying, if you ever wanted some 'lip service', I'd be down."

Touch had always disgusted him. The discomfort in his body, the way hands only see to exaggerate the places he hates.

But there's a flicker. A flicker of want when you say that. A tightness in his core that he can't ignore.

Tomura swallows deep. His hands are still fumbling with the strap. "Don't call it that."

"Pussy?"

"Yeah."

You tilt your head in thought for a long moment, then a pointed smile creeps up over your face.

"I really wanna suck your dick, Tomu."

Oh, his body crawls, but this time, it's alive with pleasure. He can practically imagine it, your tongue gliding over his cock, working between his folds, fingering his--

With a final tug, he tightens the strap. The cock is cotton candy blue-- something you had picked out for yourself.

"Get it wet before I fuck you," Tomura says, no confidence in his voice.

When you lazily crawl over and open your mouth, he swears he can actually feel your tongue against the plastic when he closes his eyes.

the overwhelming urge to moot up literally everyone

he's so hot there's no way gojo didn't have passionate encounters with him

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM RN!!!!!!!!!!

I'm crashing out, today was supposed to be about torturing mist not pulling my hair out because tumblr was fucking with my posts, i have failed as a moot

my type of man has a thick happy trail and an even thicker cock amen

“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

post-post clarity when you're looking at your post on the dash like who gives a fuck. delete