Gojo Fucking You In A Closet At The School During Your Guys Senior Year. 18+ Mdni

I’m loving all the boops omg 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

These guys in my class were talking about what happened to Gojo like full volume no shame and then I remembered I’m wearing my Gojo shirt today. I can’t do this.

Should I do some kinktober stuff 🤔🤔 (obvi not a whole months worth cuz I do nawwwwt have time for that) could do some spooky little horny things

NANAMI HELLO?

Mappa I sincerely love you with my entire heart (and pussy)

Ok sooooooo

Went a little heavy on an ask for a tojixreaderxchoso I got a back in October that I finally had time to work on over thanksgiving. It’s got a good amt written (2.2k words to be exact) would yall want that tonight or sometime tmrw and me write a second part for and post some time in the next few weeks orrrrrr just write till all in one and get that out (possibly this weekend or next)

Tumblr wtf is this update

I need him disrespectfully

"Jesus fucking christ...okay, just one more-- one more try--"

Kento leaned round the door to the bedroom, loosening his tie, to find the bedroom covered in...confetti. Boxer confetti. Boxers, everywhere, like some awful boxer party that he hadn't been invited to, with boxers old and new and forgotten and uncomfortable and his favourite and those joke ones he'd 'won' at the work raffle and--

"My love," Kento said, his voice tight, because why, why is this happening, why, "I hesitate to ask, but...why?"

"Ugh!" You roared, stripping another pair down your thick thighs, and slapping them onto the floor. Kento looked down, peevish. He looked at his boxer drawer. He raised one fine, work-weary eyebrow.

"Why do I not get to enjoy the sexy delight of wearing your boxers? Why, Kento?" Kento was silent still, his eyebrows gradually lowering, as you continued, frustrated to near-tears, "Apparently it's because my arse is so fat--"

"--I beg your pardon--"

"--and my hips are so disgustingly fucking wide--"

"--beautiful, gorgeous, stunning--"

"--that I can't wear a single pair of your boxers. Not one. Not...not even the ones that are too big for you." You finished weakly, breathless. You pursed your lips against the tears. Kento simply watched you, sighing softly through his nose.

"I won't accept the way you speak about yourself. I won't endorse it. I don't condone it," Kento rumbled, gentle, and threw his suit jacket aside to step over to you. His hands found your waist, and travelled down to trace the dimples of your thighs. You cringed, pushing his hands away.

"Don't-- they're horrible--"

"They're not," Kento whispered against your neck, "they can't be, because I left them with my fingertips."

"Don't be ridiculous--"

Kento silenced you with as cold a look as he could give you; he could tolerate you denying your own beauty, but he would not tolerate you trying to steal it from him.

"Enough, for tonight," Kento hummed, eyeing the mess of boxers, "I'll tidy up. And you'll wear my sweatpants, so I can look at you."

"...respectfully?"

"Disrespectfully."

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Kento had disappeared for an hour, every evening, for a solid month. It wasn't unusual; he would often bring his paperwork home, in an effort to be near you if he must work.

Still-- a full month of nightly overtime was rough. You imagined his pen and keyboard, cracking under the pressure as Kento typed with blue flame engulfed hands, his tie around his fist, and murder in his eyes.

You forgave it; you knew it would never be his first choice. You arrived home a week later, your self-loathing all but forgotten, to hear measured, repeated grunts from the office. The door-- usually closed-- was open. You tiptoed closer, pushing it wider, and frowned.

"Kento, are you...doing squats?"

"Yes," he grunted, straightening up with an impossible weight upon his shoulders. You watched him for a full minute; his thighs looked thicker, his ass bigger.

"I...don't get it. Why?"

"Need...need bigger boxers," Kento answered. As if it were the simplest thing in the world. Because, to him, it was. You found yourself blinking back tears for the second time that month.

"...oh."

Kento huffed, a bead of sweat curving round a crooked half-smile, "Oh, indeed."

You sniffled, swallowing around the lump in your throat. You sat in the doorway, rueful as you peered up at him.

"Can I...watch?"

"Respectfully?"

"Disrespectfully."

If you'd like to read the original 'Breeding Hips', please enjoy it here!

so you’re the most recent blog I could find on the Nanami tag and big accounts scare me!

so I’m autistic and tumblr jokes get me confused so I’m just fact checking I’m correct! I think I am but I’m asking just to be sure

In canon is Nanami a man with a dick?

I mean with the way gege write/draws him I would says so. However in the fan fiction world, it’s up to whatever and whoever is writing!

People express their mind with how they write or draw so if someone wants to draw Nanami, or any character for the matter, a different way they can!

I hope this answers your question!!

just a little snippet for now <3

Edit: Just realized I said bed three times in the first sentence. This my children is why we edit things before posting 🥲

It’s 1 am… I should be sleeping…not reading smut about lovely anime men… oh well… such a tragedy