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Now Playing~ Master of None ✫*. ( S . Geto x fem reader)

~ Five Minutes ✫*. (S.Geto x F!Reader)

~ His One and Only ✫*. (S.Geto x S.Gojo)

~ I Love You So ✫*. ( S. Geto X Gojo)

~Sign of the times✫*.(K. Nanami x F!Reader)

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Series: Carpherneila ✫*.(S.Gojo x F!Reader x S.Geto)✫*. Masterlist ~Indefinite hiatus

cupidstrace

MDNI 18+ 〃 Suguru eats you out in front of your ex-boyfriend Satoru

“Tell me, Satoru.”

Suguru's voice is a velvety drawl. He’s positioned between your thighs, big hands settled on your hips, thumbs stroking gentle circles over your skin. Mocking. “Why’d you never eat her out?”

You freeze, heat crawling up the back of your neck.

Across the room, Satoru leans back in his chair like he couldn’t care less. But his posture still betrays him somehow, shoulders rigid and jaw ticking and tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, chewing on words he can’t spit out.

Suguru chuckles. Leans forward, pressing a kiss against the plush inside of your thigh, slow and open-mouthed. He leaves a wet print behind, and you shiver.

“That’s what I thought,” Suguru hums against your skin, tone rich with amusement. “Too wrapped up in yourself. Couldn’t even give her the bare minimum.”

His thumbs spread your folds apart, the pad of one brushing briefly against your clit and making your breath hitch. His eyes flicker up to yours, all heavy-lidded and dark, before sliding over to Satoru. “Pathetic, really.”

Then he lowers his head.

The first drag of his tongue is languid. Flat against your fluttering cunt before sweeping up, up, until he takes a swirl around your puffy clit. Your hips jolt, a broken gasp tearing out of you before you can bite it back, and he smiles against you in satisfaction. Lifts his gaze to Satoru as he licks his lips.

“She’s sweet,” he drawls, fingers pressing against your inner thighs to keep you spread wide. “You wouldn’t know that though, would you?”

Satoru doesn’t answer. He stares at you both, mouth pressed thin.

And then Suguru's head bobs down again, tongue circling your clit all slow and deliberate before flicking the tip against it in light, maddening passes. Every sound you make has his lips curving against you, self-satisfied, until your hands are tangled in the sheets and your knuckles straining white trying to hold on. And just when your body tenses on the edge, he pulls away, mouth glistening.

“Mm,” he murmurs, dragging two lazy fingers through your syrupy folds. Pushing inside. The stretch makes you gasp, thighs clenching, and he uses his other hand to lock your knees together and force your legs back. Away, so your clenching cunt is facing him, and you can’t do anything but take, take, take.

He fucks you slow. Curls his fingers just enough to graze that spot deep inside before withdrawing almost entirely. “Sensitive little thing. You ever hear her cry out like this, Satoru? No?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to breathe. Instead, he dips down, mouth sealing over your clit. Sucking hard, tongue swirling while his fingers pump faster, knuckle-deep, twisting and stroking and spreading inside you until your back arches off the sheets. You cry out his name and he hums into you, eyes snapping to Satoru’s.

He doesn’t look away. Not once. Holds Satoru’s gaze like a challenge while you fall apart beneath him, trembling around his fingers.

And when you slip into your high, walls fluttering and milking his fingers, Suguru groans like a man starved. You drip all over his hand and wrist, down his chin, coating his lips – and still, he doesn’t flinch away. If anything, he works his fingers in harder, crooks like he's coaxing for more and dragging it out until you’re sobbing his name.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, finally easing back. Then he lifts his hand, rivulets glistening down his wrist, and angles it toward Satoru with a slow, smug grin. “Ever make her squirt like that? No.. of course not. You wouldn’t know how.”

He snorts. Presses his fingers to Satoru’s mouth.

The other man stiffens, jaw clenched, but Suguru pushes harder until his lips part, two digits sliding between them.

“Go on,” Suguru croons. “Taste her.”

Satoru’s lashes lower, throat bobbing before his tongue moves. Slow, curling around Suguru’s fingers, sucking them clean.

“Sweet, isn’t she, Sa-to-ru?”

And for all the arguments you had with Satoru – how he always put himself first and never listened when you told him what you needed and left you aching for the faintest aftertaste of affection – he still glances over at you now, Suguru’s fingers lying on his tongue, with the same look of worship he used to give when you were his.

He swallows, gaze heavy, and nods.

imfacepalming

Suguru the man you are 😮‍💨💗

hotties4gojo

AISHA’S GETO-CENTRIC FIC RECS

a collection of my favorite geto suguru fics i’ve read over the years that i want to spotlight, consisting of pieces that include fluff, angst, smut, and more. fics are divided by series/oneshots/drabbles. please heed all warnings & give all included authors their very much deserved flowers! shamelessly plugging my own geto fics as well :p i’ve marked superscript next to authors to indicate if they’ve been included multiple times in this post!

series:

best friend!geto (ongoing?) by @fricks ; i’ve reread all of the entries in this series so many times that i could beam this shit onto the back of my eyelids and reread them all over again just like that. i adoreeee geto’s characterization here (fricks is a geto expert truly) he’s such a charming little shit and the witty convos between him and reader are just tew good. i can’t decide on a favorite part cos they’re all amazing IM SERIOUS. THIS IS MY LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA PLEASE DONT BURN IT DOWN!!!!

dishonorable (complete) on ao3 ; regency/bridgerton aus are always divine and this fic is no exception. duke geto and reader’s chemistry is too good 🚬 love how they want to strangle each other yet they flirt with each other in the same breath. duke geto take it out its hurtingggguuuhhhh

six degrees of separation (complete) by @starmapz ² ; i read this yeaaaars ago so imagine my surprise when i dug this fic up again and realized trish wrote it 😭 the angst in this has stuck with me for YEARS . geto loves so hard and that facet really shines in this fic. the entire thing is incredibly true to his character as a whole and serves as an amazing analysis of his character. how am i even allowed to read this masterpiece without a price? like wdym this is FREE?

chooppi

♡ YOU BRING ME HOME

PAIRING: streamer!choso x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: kamo choso is a famous streamer who doesn’t seem to care about anything, but when you suddenly start reaching out and gojo satoru is determined to get you two together, he finally finds something to care about.

GENRE: fluff, social media au, strangers to lovers

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i will complete this smau!!!!! i actually started writing this in september so everything is in my drafts ready to be posted. the chapters will however be posted in december but it’s worth the wait!!!! the profiles will however be posted this week!

TAG LIST: closed

STATUS: completed

slay girly pop | roblox gamers

01. a streamer

02. exposed

03. a hot man

04. make them happy

05. cinema date (written)

06. skip the talking stage

07. spotted????

08. kittyyyyyy

09. dinner date (written)

10. loverboy

11. stalker alert

12. touch some grass

13. gojo look alike

14. casual????

15. sleepover

16. missing him

17. bad boyfriend? (written)

18. it’s official

19. breakup?!?!!

20. tomato tomato

21. my home

gojosconsort

mdni. he says he’s 83. but he possibly can’t be, so you laugh and let him finger you at the bar anyway.

yuji itadori has always been terrible at lying.

so when you ask his name—after he’s been staring at you all night in that bar behind your workplace—he tells you it’s yuji. and when you ask how old he is, he tells you he’s 83. you just stare at him for a second. then you break out laughing.

he can’t be that old. obviously. you assume he’s joking, and yuji laughs too, a little nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. because how could he possibly explain that he’s telling the truth? that he is 83, that he just ages very, very slowly, and that despite it all he still looks like he’s barely in his late twenties, at most.

not exactly the kind of small talk you drop on someone you just met. especially not someone you already feel, stupidly and suddenly, like you could spend the rest of your life with. so you treated it like a joke, and he let you.

the night wore on. customers left one by one. last call came and went. the other bartender grumbled something about cleaning the kitchen and told you both to get lost, but neither of you moved. the neon sign outside buzzes softly while rain taps against the windows.

you stay.

he stays.

and eventually the place was empty except for the two of you.

you hop up to sit on the bar, skirt riding up just enough to show the soft skin of your thighs. yuji steps between your knees without thinking—like his body knew where it belonged before his brain caught up.

“what are you doing?” he asks, playing dumb.

your fingers curl into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer. “you’re cute when you’re flustered,” you murmured.

his hands land on your thighs—tentative at first, then bolder when you don’t pull away. you part your legs a little wider. his breath catches when his fingers slip under your skirt, past the waistband of your panties, finding you slick and warm already.

“yuji…” you whisper.

he groans and drops his forehead to your shoulder. “god, you’re so—” he can’t finish the sentence. his fingers slide through your folds, slow and careful, circling your clit until your hips jerk against his palm. he pushes one finger inside you, then two, curling them just right while his thumb keeps moving against your clit. you gasp against his neck, nails biting into his shoulders through his shirt.

he wants to tell you everything.

about the curses crawling through tokyo at night. about the monster he saved you from before. about how he’s been quietly watching over you long before tonight—walking you home from a distance, lingering in the shadows outside your workplace, making sure nothing with teeth or claws ever got close enough to touch you.

about how he’s twenty-three going on forever and terrified you’ll run screaming if you ever saw the real him. about how he’s never wanted anyone like this—like air, like gravity, like something he can’t survive without.

instead he kisses you—deep and desperate—while his fingers fuck you in this shitty little place in shibuya. you clench around him, moan into his mouth, and he thinks maybe he can keep the lie going just a little longer.

“eighty-three, huh?” you pant against his lips after you came down from your high—shuddering, soaking his hand.

he laughs, breathless. “yeah. old man perks.”

you kiss him again, softer this time.

he thinks he might tell you the truth tomorrow.

or maybe the day after.

for now, this—your legs around his waist, his fingers still buried inside you, your smile against his—is more than enough.

sixxels-deactivated20260420-dea

asshole!sukuna and his soft spot for shy!girlfriend!reader ༊*·˚ (18+)

asshole!sukuna doesn’t fuck with a lot of people. i mean, when you’re a 6’5, 90 kg guy with bold tattoos littering your entire body, you’re not really trying to attract sociable people. still, the borderline loner had a few exceptions, his frat brothers, a select few professors, and you.

you were the main exception.

asshole!sukuna met you one day at a fundraising event his frat was hosting, a dollar for a slap. girls would line up in front of a long table and choose a guy to hit, then pay a small donation that went towards the rspca. you and your friends were keen to donate, put some of the guys who’d fucked with their feelings in their place, or however they’d phrased it. you were mostly there for the experience, not too in tune with the whole frat fuckboy lore your friends loved to gossip about.

when you arrived, you started to feel really bad. all these guys’ cheeks were raw and red, and despite their cocky smiles, it just couldn’t be all that fun. when it came to your turn, you had to choose a guy, and your eyes drifted to asshole!sukuna. he was the biggest there, had only a slightly red cheek, and looked like he could take a hit.

asshole!sukuna forced a smile when he saw you walk up to him, your head lowered as you shyly handed over a fiver. he accepted with a, “thanks, sweetheart. go ahead.” he leaned down to your level, bracing for impact, but all he felt was a light pat on his stinging cheek.

“the fuck?”

“oh, i’m sorry! i tried to go soft, i—”

“you call that a slap? what, think i can’t handle it?” he scoffs. “slap me again, hun, harder. don’t waste your money.” he leans down again, looking you in the eye to challenge you.

but again, all that comes is a light tap.

“oh, for god— it’s a dollar for a slap, not a dollar for a fuckin’ cheek massage.” he huffs, looking over your expression with an irritated scowl, only to catch that hesitant little frown on your face.

angelssugu

You—my hunger, my ruin

Pairing: KnightKuna! x princess fem. reader

Synopsis: Ryomen Sukuna is a good knight. Perhaps he might be the greatest in history. You are his childhood friend, the one who torments his dream, the princess he swore to protect. However you are arranged to marry Gojo Satoru, a lord from the North. Will he confess his love for you? Or will he destroy himself as he watches the woman he loves marry another?

summary description: very loosely loosely based off the game of thrones universe( you will see some easter eggs)Sukuna and reader are bad at feelings, angst, oc sukuna, oral( fem. receiving), smut, angst with happy ending, sukuna's tattoo's as scars, erm some lobotomy kaisen references… I was bored sorry

Word count: 5k a/n: tiny reuplod because tumblr flagged me, :(

Your face was made by a lady from the south and by a king

You are the realm’s delight. But to Sukuna you were his hunger— his ruin.

At the age of thirteen, he trained to be a knight. Before he was an orphan, a loveless child who was a scavenger trying to survive. He grew up in the capital, living rough and fighting every day to prove he belonged there, that he was someone worth fearing.

You remember the first time you met him, you were trying to run away from your governess. She was an old stern lady but meant well. You had hidden in the stables, and he happened to be on rotation and by the gods you scared him half to death.

Your begged him to not rat you out. Only wanting a break from your royal duties, only wanting for once to be a child.

You were glad he did not, because he became your friend.

At age seventeen, he was promoted to the king's guard. Sometimes you’d visit him at his station in the monastery garden to complain about your day—how your ladies-in-waiting were snobbish and obsessed with finding husbands. He’d rant about his difficult comrades. He often teased you about your lavish dresses and your perfectly proper pronunciation of words.

He loved pulling pranks on you, too. Once, he caught a rat scurrying through the kitchens and waited patiently for you to approach before releasing it at your feet.

You—my hunger, my ruin

Pairing: KnightKuna! x princess fem. reader

Word count: 5k a/n: tiny reuplod because tumblr flagged me, :(

Your face was made by a lady from the south and by a king

You are the realm’s delight. But to Sukuna you were his hunger— his ruin.

Your begged him to not rat you out. Only wanting a break from your royal duties, only wanting for once to be a child.

You were glad he did not, because he became your friend.

He loved pulling pranks on you, too. Once, he caught a rat scurrying through the kitchens and waited patiently for you to approach before releasing it at your feet.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryoumen smut #jujutsu sukuna #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna #jjk x femreader #jujustu kaisen x reader

frostedpinkdoll

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹

Yuki using you to teach choso how to eat pussy !!〃∀〃

"Alright, Choso," Yuki said, her voice smooth and teasing, one hand stroking your hair gently. "Eating pussy isn't just about diving in—it's about making her beg for more. Watch how I start slow. Spread her lips for me, kid."

Choso hesitated for a second, his pale cheeks flushing, but he leaned in, large hands carefully parting your folds. You shivered at the cool air and his tentative touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Yuki chuckled, guiding his wrist. "Gentler. Like this—expose her clit without rushing. See how pink and swollen it is? That's what you aim for first."

She dipped her head down, her blonde hair cascading over your thighs as her tongue flicked out, tracing a light circle around your entrance. You gasped, hips twitching upward, and Choso's breath hitched, his gaze locked on the way her lips glistened with your arousal. "Taste her," Yuki murmured against your skin, pulling back slightly. "But flat and broad—lap like you're savoring every drop."

Choso nodded eagerly, replacing her mouth with his own. His tongue was warmer than expected, pressing flat against your slit in a slow, deliberate lick from bottom to top. The sensation sent sparks through you, your fingers clutching Yuki's thigh as you moaned. "Good boy," she praised, her hand now on the back of his head. "Now, focus on that clit—suck it softly, like you're pulling her soul out."

He obeyed, lips sealing around your nub with gentle suction, his tongue swirling in tentative patterns. You arched, the pleasure building sharp and insistent, your breaths coming in pants. Yuki watched intently, her free hand slipping under her own shirt to tease her nipple. "Feel how she's clenching? That's you doing it right. Add a finger—curl it inside, hit that spot that makes her squirm."

Choso's thick finger slid into you easily, slick with your wetness, and he curled it just as instructed, stroking your inner walls. You cried out, the dual assault of his mouth and hand overwhelming. "Y-Yuki... Choso... oh god," you babbled, thighs trembling around his shoulders.

"Shh, let him learn," Yuki cooed, leaning down to kiss your forehead before turning to Choso. "Don't stop sucking—build the rhythm. Faster now, but not too rough. Listen to her moans; they're telling you everything." His pace quickened, tongue flicking relentlessly, finger pumping in sync, and you felt the coil tightening deep in your belly.

She reached over, adjusting his angle. "Tilt your head—get deeper with your tongue. Yeah, like that. See how she's dripping? Lick it up; don't waste a bit." Choso hummed in response, the vibration buzzing against your clit, making you buck wildly. His free hand gripped your hip to steady you, holding you open for his eager mouth.

Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, waves of heat pulsing through your core as you screamed, pussy fluttering around his finger. Choso didn't pull away, lapping through your release with fervent dedication, swallowing every gush. Yuki grinned, petting his hair. "Perfect. Now, watch what happens when you edge her—back off just before she cums again."

He withdrew slowly, lips shiny with your juices, eyes dark with lust as he looked up at Yuki for approval. She nodded, then pushed his head back down. "Tease her entrance first—circle it, make her chase your tongue." You whined in frustration, hips grinding air, desperate for more contact.

Choso's tongue danced around your hole, dipping in shallowly before retreating, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "Please... Choso, more," you begged, voice breaking. He glanced at Yuki, who smirked. "Give her what she wants, but slow—build it until she's a mess."

he plunged his tongue inside, fucking you with it in firm thrusts while his thumb rubbed your clit. The stretch was delicious, his nose bumping your mound as he devoured you. Yuki leaned in closer, her voice husky. "Suck her folds now—pull them into your mouth, nibble lightly. Make her feel owned."

He latched on, sucking your labia with just enough pressure to border on pain, teeth grazing teasingly. You sobbed with pleasure, hands fisting the sheets, another climax hovering close. Choso's finger joined his tongue again, two now, scissoring you open, stretching your walls.

"That's it, kid—feel how tight she gets? You're wrecking her," Yuki encouraged, her own arousal evident in her quickened breaths. She slipped a hand between your legs, pinching your clit lightly to heighten the sensation. You shattered again, squirting lightly onto Choso's face, his moans muffled as he drank you down.

Pulling back for air, Choso's chin dripped with your essence, his expression one of pure awe. "Did I... do good?" he asked breathlessly, voice rough. Yuki laughed softly, wiping a streak from his lip with her thumb before sucking it clean. "More than good. Now, let's see you make her cum with just your mouth—no fingers this time."

He dove back in with renewed vigor, lips and tongue working in tandem, alternating between broad licks and pinpoint flicks. Your body was oversensitive, every touch electric, and you writhed under him. "Choso... fuck, yes... right there," you gasped, guiding his head.

Yuki watched, her hand now stroking herself openly through her pants. "Hood it—use your lips to cover her clit, then vibrate with a hum." Choso did, the low rumble sending you spiraling, your third orgasm ripping through you harder than the last, legs locking around his head.

As you came down, panting and spent, Yuki pulled Choso up for a deep kiss, tasting you on his tongue. "Told you he'd be a natural," she murmured against his lips, then turned to you with a wink. "How's my student doing, huh? Ready for round two?"

You nodded weakly, still buzzing, as Choso's shy smile turned predatory. "I want to practice more," he said, voice laced with desire, already leaning back down. Yuki's hand joined his, spreading you wider. "Then show me—make her scream my name too."

His mouth descended once more, tongue delving deep, and the room filled with wet sounds and your shared moans, the lesson far from over.

mimuju-deactivated20260521

❝ ROOM 307 ❞ - s.gojo x reader

summary - gojo’s six eyes are burning him out from the inside, slowly shredding the parts of his brain that make his technique possible. he’s admitted to the hospital, where you — a tired, too-soft-for-your-own-good med student volunteering on the ward — end up assigned to him. what starts as banter and irritation turns into something raw and terrifyingly intimate as his condition worsens.

tags - hospital setting :: nurse x patient :: slow burn :: mutual pining :: self-destruction :: terminal illness :: found family :: hurt/no comfort :: non-sexual intimacy :: head on lap :: hair washing :: love confession :: unresolved tension :: HEAVY angst :: heartbreak :: teary goodbyes :: tragic romance :: doomed trope :: guilt :: arguments + kissing :: grab the tissues folks :: emotional hurt

wc - 15.6k

a/n - this is for @sweethearticism angst bakery event ! ty for letting me participate !! <3

the fluorescent lights of the tokyo metropolitan curse technical hospital hummed with a monotonous rhythm that had become the soundtrack to your volunteer shifts. three days a week, you traded your university textbooks for medical charts, your caffeine-fueled study sessions for the quiet company of cursed energy users whose bodies had betrayed them in ways most couldn't comprehend. you'd seen it all—limbs regenerated too many times, organs permanently damaged by cursed energy backlash, minds unraveling under the weight of techniques that demanded too much too often.

and then there was him.

room 307. satoru gojo.

the first time you'd been assigned to his room, you'd done your homework. everyone knew who he was—the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern era, the six eyes user, the limitless technique inheritor. you'd expected arrogance, maybe even a touch of a god complex. what you hadn't expected was the way he made the sterile room feel like a lounge, the way his blindfold somehow seemed more fashionable than functional, the way he turned your nervous introduction into a playful interrogation.

"so you're the new volunteer," he'd said, voice smooth as aged whiskey. "let me guess—nursing student? pre-med? or are you here to fulfill some 'give back to the community' requirement for a fancy private university?"

you'd stammered something about psychology and community service, and he'd laughed—a rich, warm sound that seemed to vibrate through the very walls.

"psychology? perfect. i could use someone to analyze my clearly fascinating psyche. especially since the actual doctors seem more interested in my brain scans than my conversation."

angelssugu

Master of None

Pairing: Geto Suguru x fem. reader

Synopsis: you have a fucked up co-dependent relationship with Gojo Satoru. A way to deal with your issues. However what happens if your former friend Geto Suguru comes back four years after he left to ask a question.

content warnings: Explicit sexual content, unestablished relationship, oral(fem.receiving), masterbaiting, spiting(like a lot), missionary, bedroom sex, choking, doggy position, orgasm denial, orgasm control, praise kink, rough sex

word count: 4.3k

A/n; first time writing fanfics after 4 years I’m literally off my meds!! Also this is my first time writing smut so please be kind.

Gojo Satoru was an annoying piece of shit.

You received a text from him in the middle of the night after you finished with work. You were in line at the supermarket, picking up last minute goods before the week started and Gojo let you know he won’t be at your apartment because his mission was going to need an extra day to be completed. Something about a pesky grade one spirit causing trouble at a rural hot spring in Yamagata.

The problem, however, wasn’t the fact he wasn’t coming to you. The fucking problem was his attitude. He had no shame at all.

Loser: Can’t fuck you tonight, Sowwy :(

Loser: Can’t find this damn curse. I think it’s playing games with me. Hope you don’t miss me too much haha. Send me a voicemail of you moaning so I can play it for the curse, you can be useful for a mission for once.

Loser: If it makes you feel better I can send you a dick pic (^ o ^)

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk oneshot #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x you #geto x you #Geto y/n

an9els

𝜗𝜚 it’s not your fault your plug gives better head than your man . . .

( mdni. cw: plug!choso x cheerleader!reader, oral (f. rec), semi-public sex, cheating, degradation/praise, spit kink, overstim )

you’re gonna be late.

but it’s not like choso gives a fuck.

“aw, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he drawls, voice low and lazy as his thumbs dig into your trembling thighs, spreading them wider. “cat got your tongue? or is it just me?”

your breath stutters. you’re already panting, blinking up at the rusting metal slats above you, the chill of the concrete seeping into your back. he’s got you laid out flat on your cheer skirt, one leg over his shoulder, the other spread wide on the gritty ground. and you’re soaking through your panties. again.

“you’re such a fuckin’ mess,” choso murmurs, dragging his tongue slow and heavy through your slit, the glint of metal catching on your clit just right. you jolt, a soft squeal breaking from your throat.

he snickers against you. “and you’ve got practice in fifteen, don’t you?” another lick. another breathless moan. “gonna go kiss your sweet little boyfriend with this pussy still throbbing, huh?”

takamae

𝜗ৎ cw: rough sex, light manhandling, mating press, general NSFW content. MDNI. i think i might've gone a little wild this time. but there's also cute bonding time w/ yuji and choso

☆ sometimes, you think CHOSO doesn't realize how strong he is.

you like to believe he's being held back by his love for his family, his gruff but soft-spoken demeanor, and how easy it is for him to be overcome with emotions. that's the thing about him you're most in love with.

he does everything with gentleness until he doesn't.

the sliding door he usually closes with the utmost care? slam! even a little flick of his hand as he pries them open is enough to send a light gust of wind in anyone's direction.

when he hugs you, it feels more like a rib-crusher rather than a cozy embrace from someone who seems so smitten. but you don't complain, because it has its own unique, snug charm.

when he pats yuji (or anyone, for that matter) on the back, it feels like being sent five or so inches forward. and the slap of his palm against is heavy, compact, like it's meant to sting a little.

even the little things like catching a mosquito sounds like he's activating piercing blood, the air around the room crackling a little at the impact of choso's hands clapping together. every time you hear it, you feel the burning in your own palms at the impact.

you fondly remember the rare occasion when you, yuji, and choso had gone out to the park, with the boys playing a more hazardous game of catch while you sat pretty by the picnic blanket. and while you're in the middle of snooping for a snack, you just hear yuji yelp as the ball choso had sent hurtling the younger boy's way had landed square on his chest and actually sent him flying.

sprawling on the grass. knocked out like a ragdoll.

it surprises you. it surprises choso. it surprises anyone who isn't blind.

yup, anything that choso thinks is a light touch but isn't actually, he's following it up with a profuse apology and a few tears from his pathetically brown eyes.

you're not even a casualty, but when he looks at you from his place in the grass, rubbing yuji's front while the younger boy casually laughs it off because of course he can manage force like that, you know he's about to apologize to you as well.

hrtfreak

satoru fu.cking you on headlock (18+) mdni!

satoru’s got you face-down on the mattress before you can even catch your breath.

one arm snakes around your throat from behind—not choking, just firm enough that every swallow presses your adam’s apple against the crook of his elbow. his bicep flexes under your chin, solid and warm, trapping you in the perfect headlock while his chest molds to your back. you feel every ridge of muscle, the steady thud of his heart against your spine.

“stay still,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. voice low, lazy, like he’s commenting on the weather instead of pinning you helpless.

his free hand grips your hip, yanks you back until your ass is flush against him. cock already hard, thick, sliding between your cheeks once, twice, smearing precum before he notches at your entrance. no warning. he pushes in slow—agonizingly slow—so you feel the stretch burn through every inch. your walls flutter around him, trying to adjust, but he doesn’t give you time. hips snap forward and he bottoms out in one smooth thrust.

you gasp. the sound gets caught in his arm, muffled against the inside of your elbow. he tightens just a fraction—enough to make your head swim pleasantly, blood rushing in your ears.

“there you go,” he breathes. “just like that.”

then he starts fucking you.

long, deep strokes that make the headboard knock against the wall. every time he pulls back his arm flexes, keeping your neck arched, throat exposed. you can’t hide the little whimpers that spill out—raw, needy. he drinks them in, lips pressed to your shoulder, teeth grazing skin.

his cock drags against that spot inside you on every thrust, relentless. the angle’s brutal with how he’s got you folded—ass up, chest down, head locked in place. you feel so full it aches in the best way, pressure building low in your belly until your thighs shake.

he shifts his grip. forearm slides higher, pressing under your jaw so your head tips back further. now he can see your face—flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy. he groans at the sight, hips stuttering once before picking up speed.

“look at you,” he rasps. “taking it so well. my pretty little thing.”

the praise hits harder than the thrusts. your cunt clenches hard around him and he curses under his breath, burying his face in your neck. teeth sink into the soft skin there—not breaking, just marking—as he grinds deep, circling his hips so the base of his cock grinds against your clit.

you’re close. so close the edges of your vision blur. every breath is shallow, controlled by the flex of his arm. the headlock keeps you right there—dangling on the edge, unable to pull away, unable to do anything but take it.

“come on,” he coaxes, voice wrecked. “let me feel it. squeeze around me like you mean it.”

one more deep thrust, grinding right against that spot, and you shatter.

your whole body locks up—walls clamping down so hard he hisses through his teeth. orgasm rolls through you in heavy waves, thighs trembling, toes curling, muffled cries vibrating against his forearm. he doesn’t stop. keeps fucking you through it, drawing it out until you’re oversensitive and whining.

he follows right after. hips slamming once, twice—then he’s spilling inside you, hot and thick, cock pulsing with every spurt. his arm tightens for a second—reflex—cutting your air just enough to make stars burst behind your eyes before he loosens again.

he stays buried, panting against your neck. arm still looped around your throat, but softer now. thumb strokes lazy circles over your pulse point while he catches his breath.

“good girl,” he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear. “so fucking good.”

he doesn’t pull out yet. just rocks gently, letting you feel him soften inside while his arm keeps you cradled against him—like he’s not ready to let go.

you’re not complaining.

Hopefully I get this one done by the end of this week before my gov paper kicks my ass🫩

angelssugu

Master of None

Pairing: Geto Suguru x fem. reader

word count: 4.3k

A/n; first time writing fanfics after 4 years I’m literally off my meds!! Also this is my first time writing smut so please be kind.

Gojo Satoru was an annoying piece of shit.

The problem, however, wasn’t the fact he wasn’t coming to you. The fucking problem was his attitude. He had no shame at all.

Loser: Can’t fuck you tonight, Sowwy :(

Loser: If it makes you feel better I can send you a dick pic (^ o ^)

#geto x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #jjk smut #getou suguru x reader #jjk oneshot #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #geto x y/n

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𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐬𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

wc: 3.2k || ac: @/cherrybombexe || mdni || 18+

your now ex-boyfriend sukuna decides to flaunt his new girlfriend around the latest frat function, your hot best friend's take it upon themselves to show him you're completely unbothered the night after the break up... || my response to all the dumb gojo twin drama @sweethearticism this is for you my girl

to say you were fuming would be a terrible, towering, tragic understatement.

your asshole of an ex, ryomen sukuna, (whom you had only just broken up with, by the way) was making a big show and dance of flaunting his new girl in the middle of a party you now seriously regretted going to.

the theme was black-out, but the short raven dress, nor the pretty onyx heels you adorned, did anything to boost your confidence. especially not when faced with this display.

his big hands flew all over her skin as they danced and laughed together, those ringed fingers digging into her hips, not yours…

my god, it's been a week! could he have some class?

as you're seething from the kitchen with a drink in hand, contemplating stomping over and pouring it all over his fat, pink head, you're interrupted by not one, but two sets of hands smoothing over the back of your exposed shoulders.

you shiver in place, then whip your head around only to be met by two pairs of crystal blue eyes sliding up and down your pretty body.

"you're all dolled up, what's the occasion?" sato, the nerdier twin, smiles.

to the right, toru butts in, giving his fratty two cents. "holy fuck." he whistles. "you look sexy, [name]. nice to see you showing that body off instead of hiding it away because of your crazy boyfriend suku—"

"—shut up." you scold, pressing a manicured nail against toru's plump lips. "i don't wanna hear that name tonight." you sigh, the tension in your shoulders dissipating slightly as you lean against the counter, looking up into both of he boys' eyes.

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