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DOMAIN EXPANSION – ETERNAL SUNSHINE

ALERT – mojifushiguro has been unsealed.

— special grade sorcerer, mojifushiguro, has officially been unsealed, and you are now trapped inside of her domain expansion.

⊹₊⟡⋆ AWAKENING – meet me in my domain. ⊹₊⟡⋆ CURSED RECORDS, (2) – victims of my cursed technique. ⊹₊⟡⋆ BINDING VOW – let's make a deal. ⊹₊⟡⋆ SUMMONS – you give, you get.

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i mean, one moment, you're complaining about how close he was to a girl today.

something about how he let her flirt with him 'without having the decency and respect' to tell her that he was beautifully taken by a beautiful girl.

something about how you always (not true) have to tell girls that your precious boyfriend is taken while he sits there and does nothing (also not true).

another moment, you're bent over, trying to whine about how much of a piece of shit he is while he dicks you down, half apologetic, half amused. amused at the fact that you even had the courage to talk to him the way you had.

"sorry, baby," he says, but you're not sure if he's talking to you, or the pussy he was submured in, because hell, it was definitely talking to him. "'m really sorry... 'kay?"

he's whispering in your ear, but you can't seem to comprehend a word he's saying. the dick's too good.

he grabs your jaw with one hand, and grips the sheets with another, his chest warm against your back.

every thrust forces a moan from your throat, but you can't quite talk.

not like he wanted you to, anyway. you'd done enough of that.

"i didn't mean to make you jealous, baby," his brows furrow as he looks down at you with those blue eyes that you love so fucking much. "you're– you're the best, i swear, my– fuckkk,"

he pushes his upper half away from you, letting go of your jaw and moving his large hands down to your ass.

squeezing it, his thrusts slow down, and it makes him smirk.

the sight of his dick easingggg in and out of you? he loves that shit.

you? you're still whining and trying your best to shit-talk. satoru knows you can't. you never can when he's fucking you this good.

and there's never a time where he's not fucking you this good.

"f–fuck you," you finally push out, knuckles aching from the grip you had on the sheets.

"you can, baby," he grins, moving a hand up your back. "i promise, only you can." he almost whispers, but he knows you can hear it.

it only makes you wetter.

https://www.tumblr.com/r0seyposey/792327322264076288/whos-goddamn-baby-is-this?source=share

at least... that's what he tells you.

he swears he's never looked, talked to, or talked about another man funny over you.

he says, and i quote, 'jealousy is stupid. why would i be jealous over someone who's already mine?'

and you... kind of believed it? well, until you didn't.

you're sitting together at a resturant, one you decided it would be nice to go out two since you two hadn't been out in a while.

toji sits in front of you, scanning the resturant. for what, you don't know.

until he stops chewing. then continues. then stops. then... squints.

"the fuck." he mutters under his breath, more of a statement than question.

you look at him with raised brows, your mouth stuffed with your burger. "hmm?"

he looks at you. "nothing."

then a few seconds pass.

you're staring at him, he's staring at you. then, his eyes slowly drift away from you, and he drops his burger on his plate. "what the fuck."

"what, toji?" you frown, tilting your head at the mans behavior.

"what the fuck is he staring at?" he grumbles, leaning back and wiping his hands on a napkin. "'cause i know damn sure it's not me."

you look off to the side to see what he's talking about. "I have no idea..." you drift off, then, you see it. actually, you make eye contact with it. a man, staring directly at you with a small smirk. you look away. "oh, wow."

"what's his problem?" toji crosses his arms.

"don't worry about it, toji–"

"hey!" he throws his hand up to get the mans attention, but he gets more than just the mans attention, and it causes you to sink in your seat.

"oh my god..."

"fuck're you lookin' at?" he frowns. "you want my wife or somethin'?"

you hear the guy quickly deny his question. "no man–"

"bullshit." he mutters right before pushing his food aside and jolting from his chair.

"no," your eyes widen. "no, no, no, toji–!"

your elbows rested against the car door, and you're staring out of the window with low eyes, and pursed lips.

toji, one hand on the wheel, one arm on the door, glances over at you. "what's with the attitude?" he questions.

you roll your eyes. "you got us kicked out of the resturant. that's with the attitude."

at first, he says nothing.

just mouths your words with his hand.

when you whip your head over to him, he quickly drops it and stares at the road.

then, clearing his throat, "told 'em to stop staring."

"you literally didn't."

"i tried."

you squint over at the man. "you said you weren't jealous."

he scoffs. "not jealousy. it's..." he tries to think of something, and cant. so he says nothing.

you roll your eyes. "this is sick."

toji only shrugs. "i love you, too."

he's a busy man, he needs relief!

so when he comes home, eyes low, sleeves rolled up just below his elbows (just enough to show off his muscles and veins that you go so crazy over), he looks for you immediately.

and when he finds you, oh, it is a mess.

"k-kento, fuck, oh my god, kento," you whine out, back arching with every stomach tightening bounce.

your legs are spread, and wide, too, because nanami likes to see your pussy when he's stretching it out.

his hips buck with every bounce, connecting to yours with a nasty, wet plop, over and over and over again. neither of you complain. neither of you are in the right mindset to think about the wrongs in life.

his grip on your waist tightens, and he grunts with every lazy thrust. "fuck, baby," he whispers. "so tight... feels so good..." his eyes glide up your body to your face.

your pretty ass face.

nanami can't help the feeling that shoots through his dick when he looks at your face. brows furrowed, bottom lip being bit at, god, he feels like he's on a second level of hard, if there could be one.

the way you grip him, sucking him in dispite being the one bouncing on it, oh, he fucking loves it.

"so beautiful," he whispers. he's not even worried about the full day shift he had to do today. he's focused on you. "you're so... fuckkk-" his involuntarily hips buck. "-ing beautiful, baby."

your words are almost too far from understandable when you push them out. "you– ah," you throb around his base so nicely, and he fucks you through it like it's nothing. "th-thank...you, oh, baby,"

his eyes are low, stuck on you.

yours are closed.

he likes that, though.

and when your back arches, his throws his head back into the pillow, some strands of his hair stuck to his damp forehead. "oh, fuck." he curses under his breath, grip tightening against your hips. "fuck– i love you."

but you're not sure if he's talking to you, or the wet pussy that he was suddenly able to fuck even deeper.

or both.

plop, plop, plop!

those sounds are like music to his ears.

he tries to stop one of his hands from abandoning your hip and gripping onto the sheets. he fails, hips jerking in lazy twitches.

you're driving him crazy. and when you open your eyes, just the little that you're able to, you can see it in his eyes.

you can't help but smile, either.

knowing you can drain him of his stress (and cum) makes you smile.

FEAT. s.gojo, s.geto, k.nanami, c.kamo, t.fushiguro, r.sukuna

you love playing with them, admiring their slenderness and how bony yet pretty they are.

they're pale and eye-catching, that's what you like to say.

but you know what you love about satoru gojo's fingers the most?

the fact that they reach every single spot deep inside your pussy that your fingers cant :(

you're a squirming mess. you can't control it, his fingers are too long!

you're sitting on his lap, legs spread, both of your feet on the outside of his thighs. you were supposed to be watching a movie together, but you made a small joke by saying something along the lines of whether his fingers can hit the spots his dick does.

one of his arms is wrapped around your stomach to keep you from moving too much, and the other is stretched between your legs.

the veins and bones in the back of his hand flex with every thrust of his fingers.

oh, he's knuckle-deep inside of you, hitting every crevice that you can't.

"gosh, satoru!" you whine, throwing your head back against his shoulder. "i– oh my god."

his long fingers are moving so slowly and sensually. he wants you to feel every bit and piece of the tips when he pushes them against those soft ridges that make you whimper and whine.

"what?" his chin rests against your shoulder before he raises his head to look at you with raised brows.

he's showing off.

"do you feel 'em? y'know, the way you feel my dick."

you nod quickly, your thighs twitching as you throb around his knuckles. "i can... i really, really can," you say, barely able to get your words out.

satoru adjusts you on his thighs, leaning up a little. "what about..." he trails off, biting his bottom lip for a moment.

that's when you moaned out, "fuck!" and your thighs tightened around his hand, but that didn't stop him.

nothing ever stops him from pleasing his lady.

his fingers slip in and out of you so perfectly, given the amount of wetness building up. you can even hear it, the soft sounds of moisture when he pumps them in and out of you.

"feel that?" he asked.

there it was again. that sensation of him jerking them against your g-spot. "you like that, huh?" he teases before planting a kiss against the nape of your neck. "makes you feel good."

you nod, unable to utter any understandable words.

it feel so, so good.

"what if i..." he slipped his unoccupied hand down from your stomach to your thighs, spreading them apart. "...do this..." he grinned, pressing his middle finger and ring against your clit.

"oh my god, satoru, please," your brows furrowed. you reached back to tangle your hands in his hair. "this– fuck, it's so... they–" you don't even know what you're saying anymore.

the pleasure is too much :(

and gojo just grins like it's funny!

like the way your body jolts and jerks against his chest and...honestly...growing boner when he's finger-fucking you with two fingers from one hand and rubbing at your swollen clit with the other two is funny.

you're squirming, wiggling, doing all you can, but your inner-self is stopping you from leaving his arms.

"you're so wet, baby," satoru says, dragging his tongue from your lower neck, right underneath your ear, where he kisses the lobe. "just for me, you know how sexy that is?"

and you moan sweetly in response, because you don't know, but you don't mind learning more :)

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TECHNIQUE – smau's; on with your phone!

SUBJECTS – satoru gojo, suguru geto, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, and suguru geto.

smut (☀︎) - fluff (𖤓) - angst (⏾)

SATORU GOJO | the strongest — DEFEATED

RYOMEN SUKUNA | the king of curses — ERROR

TOJI FUSHIGURO | the sorcerer killer — DEFEATED

KENTO NANAMI | 7:3 sorcerer — DEFEATED

SUGURU GETO | the worst curse user — DEFEATED

𖤓 their children asking them for expensive things!

TECHNIQUE – headcanons; off with your head!

SUBJECTS – satoru gojo, suguru geto, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, and suguru geto.

smut (☀︎) - fluff (𖤓) - angst (⏾)

SATORU GOJO | the strongest — DEFEATED

☀︎ he has long fingers! – in which satoru shows you how long his fingers really are :)

☀︎ mid-argument! – fucking you as an apology is okay, right?

RYOMEN SUKUNA | the king of curses — ERROR

TOJI FUSHIGURO | the sorcerer killer — DEFEATED

𖤓 he's not jealous! – except, he actually is...

KENTO NANAMI | 7:3 sorcerer — DEFEATED

☀︎ stress reliever! – riding him after a long day at work.

SUGURU GETO | the worst curse user — DEFEATED

kento nanami loves eating you out after a stressful day.

and if he could make that his occupation, he would.

he loves coming home after a long day, multiple phone calls, long office hours, and an aching back from sitting in a rolling chair far longer than intended, just to bury his face between your legs like he'd forgotten lunch earlier.

he loved the way that when he flicked his tongue a certain way, or dragged it along your folds, softly sucking at your clit, your thighs would tighten around his head.

he hadn't even taken his suit off.

his tie was on the floor, yes, but that was about it.

his eyes bore up at you, but lovingly, as your whimpers fill his ears, and thats all he needs to hear to forget about the back pains, the office hours, and all the work he'd been doing.

his arms wrapped around your thighs to stop you from squirming so much, and when your thighs tightened around his face too hard, he'd groan.

not because he wanted you to loosen up, but because he fucking loved it.

pleasing you to release his stress.

he hated when you thought he wanted head or something after a long day of work, because nanami was a man of giving, not receiving.

as your hips bucked against his soaked mouth and lips, wetness smearing on his chin and cheeks, maybe even the tip of his nose, he closed his eyes, and took in your scent and taste.

and when he felt you start to throb more, that's when he'd stick a finger or two into your wet slick, and curl them as he slowly pumped them in and out of you.

hitting your g-spot with his long, thick fingers. and with every pump.

oh, the sounds of your sweet, soft moans.

his eyes trailed up your body, and to you again.

your hands gripped in his hair, making it messier than it was when he came home.

but you know what? he didn't give a damn about any of that.

because when you finally came to your climax, and your filthy wetness and creams coated his fingers and tongue, he would groan, and take it all in.

soak it all up like his tongue was a towel and your wetness was the liquid.

and when he'd get done, he'd give you a kiss down there first, admiring the throbbing treasure between your legs.

and then give you a kiss on the lips, and tell you he'd be ready for bed when he got out of the shower, hands grazing your face before he left you there, twitching and smiling softly in your own warmth.

sukuna stood with a judgmental frown, arms crossed over his chest, a pout on his lips.

he was staring down at his daughter, who was still just a baby in your eyes, and a tiny demon in his.

you'd had her about two months ago, and lets just say, sukuna still wasn't growing very fond of her.

he squint at her, looking her up and down at she chewed on four of her fingers and kicked her feet in her crib, babbling odd noises.

sukuna scowled.

"wife!" sukuna yelled, jutting his head toward the door so that you could hear him clearer from downstairs.

the baby girl, startled, jumped a little at her fathers voice.

but she started to smile, and giggle.

sukuna squint, and with his arms still folded over his chest, he leaned over the cradle.

"don't laugh at me." he grit through his teeth.

the baby let out a high pitched scream, kicking her feet and going into a laughing fit. sukunas eyes widened and his brows furrowed.

he felt... humiliated.

by his own daughter.

not even half a year old, at that.

"i'm telling on you. wife–!"

"sukuna, please! what do you want?" you peeped your head around the corner, a face mask covering your face.

sukuna gave you an odd stare, planning on saying something about the mask, but being reminded of his bully-of-a-daughter when she giggled again, kicking her feet.

he then point to her with an accusing finger and pout.

"it's looking at me funny." he snitched, keeping his eyes on the girl.

you let out a huff and shook your head, walking over to sukuna and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"she's smiling at you, 'kuna. you amuse her." you smiled, reaching over in the crib to pinch softly at your daughters cheek, making her outstretch her arms and legs with a playful laugh.

sukunas lips toot up in a judgmental manner.

"i don't like that." he grumbled, making you laugh, but he was serious, and offended when you laughed.

"sukuna, just try picking her up and playing with her. maybe talk to her? she's still a baby, so she can't do much on her own but laugh or cry. be glad she isn't crying." you pat his shoulder and forearm, standing on the tip of your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

he was gonna say something to you as you left the room, but stopped himself, realizing that it probably wouldn't be efficient anyways.

he groaned, looking back at his daughter.

he then tilt his head.

"i don't like your hair." he leaned over the crib, pulling softly at the pink of his daughters hair.

suddenly, she grabbed onto his finger, her tiny hands wrapping around it, and brought it to her mouth, latching on like it was a bottle!

sukunas eyes widened again and he jumped a little, finger still in place.

"wife!" he yelled, the oddly strong grip of his baby girl holding his finger in place.

"what, sukuna?!" you yelled frown downstairs.

"it's biting me!"

toji cant help but be obsessed with the marks across your butt and thighs!

warnings: toji fushiguro x reader, smut, backshots, toji being toji, stretchmark kink, scratching, spanking, rough sex, language, overstimulation, mentions of breeding, short.

mdni.

i mean, it wasn't even really a thing at first...

not a thing that you knew of...

but it started one night, y'know toji, he can't help but take long looks at your ass whenever you're standing in front of him.

i mean, you're his girlfriend, what do you expect?

but he never really paid this much attention until, what, last week?

you wore an oversized shirt with only laced panties underneath, and sure, that's a sight he was used to. but when you laid your ass across his lap so that he could give it its "nightly massage",

he looked down.

it was nothing he hadn't did before,

but this time, he squinted.

and there they were. stripes of a tiger, marks of beauty.

his large hand massaged up and down the back of your thigh, from the bottom of your ass, to the bottom of your thigh, and the cycle repeat.

but now, he was distracted.

his eyes glided over to the back of your head as you laid there mindlessly on your phone, completely unaware of his newly added obsession with you.

his gaze moved back to your ass, and he shifted his hand, using it to push up the shirt that covered the top of your ass, and...

voila.

there were more.

and they were longer.

his eyes widened, and he used two fingers to glide over two of the marks, right from the side of your hip to the outer lace of your panties.

"toji, what're you doing?"

your voice startled him, making him frown and look over to you. "eh? what? nothin." he grumbled, moving his hand back to your thigh, and his eyes back to your ass.

"why're only two of your fingers on my butt?"

toji chewed his cheek, zoning out as he stared at the markings.

"nothin."

"what?"

"no reason, mind your business." he looked at you as you looked back at him with a giggle.

"whatever you say toji."

and ever since that one night, toji had been obsessed with your stretch marks. so obsessed that he tried to look for more around your body, but there were none like the ones on your ass.

so here you were,

face in the pillow, knuckles growing sore as you gripped the pillowcase, and back arched into a bittersweet type of pain.

sounds of your whiney, loud moans and toji's pleased grunts filled the room.

sounds of skin slapping together and the sweet squelches of your juices mixing as you tightened around him and he thrusted into you, hard.

"fuck, just look at em..."

toji grunted, gripping both cheeks of your ass and squeezing at them, watching the stripes form in different ways. "so fuckin perfect.. mm, so pretty."

you moaned, dragging your face out of the pillow and onto its side.

"t–toji, fuck, toji– what?"

"these stripes– they're... hah... fuckin perfect." he grinned, watching as they jiggled with every thrust.

you could barely understand what he was saying, considering the fact that he was fucking you senseless right now.

each thrust hit your g-spot so hard, but so perfect.

his tip rubbing against it, and with every rub, was a throb.

"you should show these more, ma. you need more." he bit his bottom lip, dragging his nails down your ass and watching as red-ish lines formed in the substitute of what he referred to as 'more'.. "yeah... just like that."

"fuuuck, tojiiii-!" you whined, furrowing your brows at the burning sensation on the right side of your ass.

toji licked his lips, giving you a good, hard smack on the ass.

"just look at em move, baby." he was truly fascinated, quite offended with himself that he'd never paid attention to them before.

your back arched more and you jolted forward, crying out as you felt yourself coming to a climax.

"fuck yeah," toji threw his head back, having to peel his eyes off of your ass. "i could get used to seeing that." he closed his eyes, spreading his legs further apart outside of yours and leaning up.

he leaned on one of his fists, thrusting deeper into you.

"you hid em from me, i know." he whispered.

you could barely hear his accusations over your own whines and whimpers, "toji, i just– i just–"

"yeah, you just came, i know." toji leaned down to kiss the top of your head before pushing himself off of you and pinning your neck down into the pillow.

"now shut up."

you moaned louder, your legs trembling and daring to give out. "you're killing meee!" you cried out.

he ignored your whines, focusing on the way your stretch marks moved, stretched, disappeared and reappeared with every thrust.

"fuck, you know how pregnant women have these?"

you replied to his question with a hummy whine and a lazy nod, feeling another climax come as your knees and thighs grew sore.

"how d'ya think they'll look on your belly?"