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It is going to be okay. Because eventually it will click and as you only want the best for yourself, that's what you're going to get. Right now will not matter to you anymore. Not this moment, or life, perhaps not even this reality. It is not all lost and never has been.

Do I enjoy seeing you all getting into your heads? Of course, not. There is only so much I can explain about you being the creator - you will come around inevitably, you hardly have any other choice as awareness and isn't that so wonderful? Deep breath and know there is no other option than success

revolvingsaturn

𝜗𝜚 you’re obsessed with Suguru’s… arch?

more like this | part two

You really tried not to notice at first, the way your boyfriend’s back would move whenever he did something. And not in the typical way, either; whenever Geto leans over your lap to grab his tea or lies on his stomach, you can’t help but stare.

Not at his flexing back muscles- although, they are lovely- but at a more… unconventional part of your boyfriend.

His arch.

You thought you were imagining it at first, the slight dip in his spine when he reached over the counter for his drink as you stirred the soup. But it was undeniable the longer he stayed there- that smooth, subtle curve of his back; you wanted to pin him there and admire it, the way you knew his muscles would flex the longer you kept him there.

Suddenly, you understand why he’s so obsessed with your own arch, always shoving between your shoulder blades and moaning obscenely when your spine curves down.

You grin evilly to yourself and put your plan in motion.

It starts simply, you pretending to leave your mug at the wrong end of the couch so Geto can lean over. “Hey, Sugu?”

“Mhm, pretty?”

“Can you just reach over and pass me that mug? I’m too comfy to move.” He laughs and does so, back curving deliciously when he reaches for the drink. Your mouth waters. “Thank you, baby.”

Then, you kick it up a notch.

“I was thinking about doing a yoga session today.” You muse to your unassuming boyfriend as you roll out your mat in the living room. “Wanna join in?”

He shrugs and ties his hair back silkily before positioning himself in child’s pose as the video instructs. Little does he know you’ve just spent half an hour searching for a video that specifically focuses on the spine’s mobility, flicking through the search results calculatedly and perusing with an excited glint in your eye.

“Now,” the instructor says calmly, “bring yourself up along with your breath into table. Once you’re there and settled- shoulders over wrists, knees over ankles- take a niceeeee round of cat-cow.”

You flit your eyes to the side and watch as Geto follows the video perfectly. Your panties are soaked immediately. He’s breathing through his mouth, lips parted, forearms flexing as he adjusts his palms, but his back is to die for.

Now he’s intentionally arching, you get to see just how far he can take it- and oh, you’re trying so hard not to fuck him right on the mat. As he raises himself up into cat, he drops down and just keeps dropping, vertebrae aligning sexily beneath his shirt.

“Now, rest yourself up into crescent lunge.” The video says, and you’ve never felt more cockblocked in your life. You aren’t even a man!

The most blatant time you take advantage of his back, though, comes later that evening. The lights are soft, shimmering off of Suguru’s hair as he slowly shimmies down your panties and fans his breath over your thighs.

“You’re so pretty.” He sighs reverently, gently running a finger through your slick as he stretches you open. You gasp softly and twist your fingers in his hair- but you aren’t even looking. No, you’re too busy craning your neck to get a good view of his back when he settles his mouth over your cunt.

“Mmm, Sugu.” You cry out, blinking lopsidedly, “please.”

“Please what, gorgeous?” He smiles, already sitting back to pull his shirt off before shoving down his sweats. And then the lamp manages to catch the mirror in the corner of the room perfectly and you get an idea.

You rotate just a little on your elbows until you’re resting diagonally, spread thighs facing the mirror dead-on. Perfect.

“Oh?” Geto raises an eyebrow. Usually, you prefer to have your head squashed back into the pillowcases right in the middle of your plush bed while he slowly stretches you out. He blinks a little suspiciously, but doesn’t respond otherwise, too busy running his hands worshipfully over your bare body before lining himself up in one thrust. His head falls into your shoulder as the muscles in his back tense when your nails dig into them.

Normally, you’d be running your tongue over his teeth by now, but you aren’t. The mirror provides a lovely view, but it’s just not enough and you have to crane your neck to see the way Geto’s back curves sensually with every beautiful slide.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice, pretty?” You panic a little, head cloudy with the way his tip is just abusing all your sweet spots. “Notice- fuck- what?”

“The way you’ve been staring at me.” Geto groans into your skin, “asking me to do menial tasks so you can soak your panties through. I’m right, aren’t I?”

You gasp, although the shock in it is dulled a little when you moan out as he starts rubbing your puffy clit. “I- don’t know what you mean, Sugu-“

He scoffs. “My back.“

You flush bright, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. “O-oh. I didn’t mean to, it just looked so-“ you gulp nervously as he stares down at you, hair curtaining his pretty face. “So nice.”

Geto laughs. “Nice? Is that what you’re calling being a pervert now?”

You nod meekly and tug him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist as he slowly fucks you into the mattress and groans shakily as you clench. Your hands drift from his nape and shoulders down to his back, touching on the way his spine arches inward every time he hits into your cunt.

And when he orgasms- with you, of course- he tenses up completely, back holding itself in that feline arch enough for you to cling to the curved skin and muscle while your pussy flutters relentlessly around his cock.

Slick spills out of you when he kisses your face and rolls over next to you, catching his breath as his hand draws comforting little circles across your knuckles. Now usually, Geto prides himself on being able to practically read your mind- but now, as you squint upwards like you’re considering something important, he feels a little stumped.

“Gorgeous?” He murmurs, hugging you loosely, “what’re you thinking about?”

You look pensive more than anything, eyebrows drawn together in thought. “I was just thinking…” you mumble, “our ceiling looks a bit empty, doesn’t it?”

Geto props himself up on his elbow and grins. “Does it?”

You nod slowly and meet his eyes. “How would a mirror look above our bed?”

And when it’s installed a few days later, it’s only right for you to test it out, isn’t it? Your legs wrapped around his waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck, the way your feet kick uselessly at his skin when his cock stretches you out- but most prettily, and most obvious in the glass?

His arch.

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a/n: insert the I JUST MADE SOME BULLSHITTTTT pic here

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bbyblooroses

Hello!! Dropping a msg, as recently read ur illumi fic for the one with the reader who's ability can heal people through food, and i absolutely adore it 🥹🥹🥹💗💗 he may not show it but somehow i belive deep down a percentage he unconsciously likes her food too 🥺 id love to see a part 2 if you do!!! And so many illumi fics from you i love it, its like a buffet im eating up as i do like illumi a lot <33

Ask Response: YAYYYYYY⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I’m so so happy you enjoyed it, and I’m even happier you decided to drop a request/ask!𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯₊˚⊹ᰔ So ofc I’ma drop a part two; I love this dynamic sm and I totally agree that Illumi definitely likes whatever reader makes; he’s just terrible at expressing it (╥﹏╥)₊˚⊹♡ but I decided to put this part more in Illumi’s pov and it’s a little spicier– And as always, feel free to lmk what you think and any changes you want made, and I hope you like it!! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ‹𝟹 (to anyone else reading this, check out @van1shiro's awesome art!♡)-ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵

Part One: Perfect Recipe🍰ྀི˙

𝓐𝓷 𝓔𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻♡

"𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟" - 𝐴𝑛 𝐸𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑠

He wasn’t sure why he was so enamored with you at first.

You were just another cook. But something about you, since the night you first met, has solidified the fact that you were different to him.

You didn’t shake in fear when faced with death, not openly at least, and you didn’t hesitate to use your ability on Killua either.

You showed your worth, but there was still so much more to know about you.

So, that led him to the kitchen.

While he rarely spoke, he was always observant.

The food scale wasn’t giving accurate measurements? A new one in your favorite color would be ordered the same day.

A new kitchen appliance you mentioned wanting to try? It was quickly installed as a new appliance.

A specific brand you liked? Whether it was for ingredients or cooking supplies, Illumi made sure Gotoh had the kitchen stocked with everything you loved to use.

You never questioned the new things brought into Manor. You simply assumed it was just some coincidence and would gush about it when you came into the kitchen.

“I can’t believe I haven’t noticed the Matfer Bourgeat piping tips! They’re so beautiful! I have to use them today!”

Something was comforting in your excitement. The way you spoke about making things, how you were so detailed and thorough. Everything about you seemed to make time stop for Illumi and made him appreciate the time he gets to see you at work, especially when he sees your nen ability.

Your precision was deadly, yet you remained relaxed. The way you carefully administered your aura into your pastries was like watching art.

You were so calculated,

So graceful,

So perfect.

So perfect, in fact, he couldn’t help but wonder—

Do you taste as sweet as the treats you make?

His cold eyes were intensely locked onto you, not looking away for a second.

He was like a predator, stalking you, his prey, and waiting for the perfect moment to strike and–

Devour you.

Waiting for a lapse in your perfect presentation.

You were currently consumed with making a blank space cake (aka a bleeding cake), carefully piping in the filling until—

“Damn– the piping bag burst…” You sighed as you looked at the mess of cherry filling on your hands, unaware of the light mess on your face as well.

But Illumi noticed.

It was a beautiful red that complemented your skin, the color of blood, the color of your hard work and devotion to your craft.

A blink. You didn’t even notice, and he was already right in front of you.

It was impulsive. He knew that.

That didn’t change the fact that he leaned in—

Licking the frosting off the side of your cheek and—

god—

You really were sweet.

So sweet.

Now, without doubt, he knew you had—

No, you needed to be his.

And he needed to taste all of you.

Was it a selfish desire? Yes.

Would he fulfill it? Of course.

As long as you let him.

“Ah- Illumi, what’re you—“ You gasped as you tried to understand his sudden movements.

“Please—…”

“Huh—?”

“Let me taste you.”

For the first time, He looked at you.

He looked directly at you. Your eyes finally meeting his.

No longer did he feel so far away and distant, infact this was the closest you’ve ever been so–

“..Yeah, okay”

As soon as those soft words left your lips, Illumi wasted no time with you.

Biting, sucking, leaving marks on every part of you.

Your lips sweet as sugar and skin as soft as butter—

yeah, he isn’t letting you go anytime soon.

Leaving you breathless with marks and bites almost the same color as the cherry filling he put on top of them before kissing and deepening the color of the marks on your beautiful body.

On the other hand, you finally figured out Illumi’s favorite thing in the kitchen was—

You♡

Written By - ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵 Mini A/N: Again, loved writing for this prompt, and if anyone would like to see more, lmk and leave a comment if you have any thoughts and be sure to check out @van1shiro's awesome art!♡ Word Count: 0.6k⋆˙🍰ྀི˙ Reblogs + Comments are appreciated! ⋆｡‧˚ 🩵ིྀ ˚‧｡⋆

decay1ngstatic

the only time where suguru is the disgruntled puppy™ in your relationship is when you wake up in the middle of the night. you’re careful enough to plan your escapade with the minimal amount of jostling— tip toeing to your success and finally reaching for that godly glass of water— only to hear a faint grumble from the kitchen door. and there he stands— his half asleep glory and all, blearily staring at your glass through barely open eyes like it took away his last bowl of soba.

“just came for a drink,” you say, after suguru and the glass have exchanged a silent but highly violent moment. “get back to bed, sugu.”

“what?” his voice climbs steps higher than it usually would have, and something in your chest just can’t bring itself to guide it back down. how selfish of you.

“get back to bed,” you press on, stifling a laugh. “i’ll just have another glass.”

how preposterous. perhaps he hadn’t heard you clearly. so suguru raises a hand— and rubs his eyes. go figure. “you’re not coming?” he mumbles, words dissolving into a yawn.

“i’m coming,” you hum, wondering if you need the water or him.

(a pause.)

“i won’t leave you again,” the clarification must’ve been sufficient, because suguru finally turns around and trails back his sleepy steps to the bedroom.

but just as you raise the rim of the glass to your lips, there comes his voice— again.

“i can’t find the bed.”

#suguru

lostinsmut

twisted games

synopsis:: after fucking you stupid satoru plays mind games on you with suguru and they fuck you silly some moree…!

content warning - somno ish, satoru is a tease, suguru is a bit mean, use of a toy, use of term slut and degrading term,SMUT, w/o plot, v in p, cum, overstimulation, manipulation a lil maybe?? dumbification.. go at your own warning. satoru is lowk a obsessed little freak.

pairing - Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Geto

art @/nada_ge

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saturnalawakening

geto teaches you how to get off properly

cw — 18+ mdni. virgin!reader, guided / mutual masturbation, kinda perverted geto, lots of praise, geto cums on your pussy :/ not proofread.

you and your best friend have no sense of boundaries. you two talk about anything and everything. there is nothing too personal that could stop either of you. but sometimes, only sometimes, you wish the boundaries existed. why? well, as much as you’ve seen his naked body around the house, he’s never seen yours. you refuse. there have been times he could’ve almost seen you naked; such as when you’re showering, he’ll bust right in the door as you’re in there, his excuse being that he conveniently wants to shave, or he’s looking for something. allegedly.

this time is no different. you were in your room, airpods in, phone in one hand, the other down your shorts. you see, this was your third attempt at trying to get off in the past month. you’ve never been touched, and whenever you try touching yourself, it just doesn’t feel right. it feels more like you’re tickling yourself. this time, you decided to watch a porn video as a.. guide of sorts. who better to ask than pornhub?

the woman in the video’s instructions were clear; you need to be aroused. if you weren’t aroused (wet) it wouldn’t really feel good. if you were aroused, she instructed you slide your hand in your underwear, and use your fingers of choice to get a feel for your pussy first. once you have a good feel, she says to gently use your fingers and circle your clit. that would feel good. however, just as she said, you weren’t wet and it didn’t feel good. the thing is, how are you supposed to get wet?

the answer would come waltzing through your door. your best friend.

“hey, have you seen my—” he stops. his eyes land on your figure; legs spread, face slightly scrunched up, phone in one hand with your other in your pants. he chuckled, then leaned on your doorframe.

the second you noticed him, your hand immediately retracted from your shorts, and you swiped out of the video as fast as you could. unfortunately, your best friend read you like a book.

“ew. are you watching porn?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“n-no..” you sat up, crossing your arms over your chest. “but even if i was, which i was not, you could’ve knocked first!”

not like you hadn’t noticed how attractive he was, but right now, he looked jaw dropping. his hair was wet from his shower, strands messily resting on his shoulders, only a towel wrapped around his lower half. your eyes traveled down his body, and you noticed just how toned he was. how veiny his arms and hands were. and also, as your eyes trailed further down, you noticed his happy trail, leading to the huge dent behind the towel. he definitely noticed you staring.

“when have i ever knocked, sweetheart?

well, he technically wasn’t wrong. however, was it a crime to wish for privacy sometimes?

“and anyway, what category were you watching, i wonder?”

“for your information, it was a guide on how to mas— wait..” your hand flew over your mouth. you didn’t want to tell him you were watching anything, but alas..

a smirk plastered on his face. a cocky, shit eating smirk. whatever he was thinking, you knew it was sinful. “how to masturbate? what, are you a virgin or something?”

that was actually the one thing he didn’t know about you.

you would’ve loved to respond with something snarky, but you went silent. unfortunately, your silence was an answer to him.

“oh, you are a virgin?” he questioned.

the embarrassment was settling in on you. you were at the ripe age of twenty something, and you have yet to lose your virginity. he’s probably gonna laugh at me.. you thought.

you slowly nodded, looking everywhere but at him. “i know. it’s embarrassing, i know. please don’t laugh, i just haven’t found the right person and i don’t know, i wanted to get off to know how it feels atleast and—”

you don’t remember when he got this close, but he was now standing in front of you, and he had this finger resting on your lips. “it’s not embarrassing. actually, i think it’s kinda cute.”

cute?

you swatted his hand away then narrowed your eyes at him. “are you lying? you’re gonna clown me aren’t you? just get it over with..”

“im not gonna clown you, silly. but..”

you closed your eyes, already preparing for him to crack some joke.

“do you want to learn?”

your eyes popped open at his question. “what do you mean..?”

he couldn’t possibly mean..

“i mean,” he joined you on your bed, his face now inches away from yours. “..do you want to learn how to touch yourself?”

you were confused, flustered, nervous, yet turned on all at once. with the way he was looking at you, it made a warmth spread in your lower half. unbeknownst to you, you were getting wet for the first time ever.

“you mean..”

he nodded. “yes. i’ll show you how to get off.”

no way.

he was your best friend! your funny, smart, kind, caring, tall, handsome best friend.

right.

ten minutes of mental bickering later, you decided to go with it. what could go wrong? it’s not like he has feelings for you or something.

he instructed you to lay back on the bed and spread your legs.. again. you did so. he didn’t do anything at first, but his silence was nerve wracking. your stomach was doing flips and you could already feel the sweat trickling at your forehead.

eventually, you felt his hands on your thigh. he was parting your legs even further. his fingers trailed the inside of your thigh, all the way down to your heated pussy. “what do you feel.. here?” he asked.

you poked your head up, trying to find the words to describe your ‘situation’. “um, i don’t know? warmth? a lot of warmth.”

he nodded, then gently, he ran his finger against the crotch of your shorts, directly over your clit. you naturally shivered upon the contact, letting out a helpless gasp. he hummed as his eyes noticed the damp spot on your pants.

“you’re wet, sweetheart. soaked.”

his voice dropped an octave as he said that, and for some reason, it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

wet.. what that woman was talking about in the video.

so this is what that felt like, huh?

it only took the appearance of your best friend in only a towel to make that happen.

he stood up, then walked over to your side of the bed, plopping himself next to you. you swore you could see him twitching in his towel..

“here’s what i want you to do,” he started, grabbing your hand and placing it directly over your crotch. you could feel the warmth directly now, paired with dampness. “slide your hand back in your panties, then once your hand makes contact with your pussy, rub. in circles, if you want.”

you nodded, then did as he said. once your hand slid in your panties, your fingers were immediately coated in your wetness. you gasped, then looked over at your best friend for some sort of answer. he only gave you a nod. you proceeded to do what he said, using your fingers to rub circles on your pussy.

oh.. oh. the sensation felt mouth watering. it wasn’t unfamiliar per se, but this time was definitely better than all the other times. especially because he was watching you.

“that’s it.. feel good?”

you nodded, biting your lip to prevent any unwanted noises from spilling out. “y-yeah.. it does..”

he smiled, then wrapped his arms around your shoulders, caressing them slowly. “good. now, bring your fingers a little higher. your clit, rub those same circles in your clit. it should feel a bit sensitive.”

you had no idea why your body was reacting to him the way it was, but deep down, you enjoyed it. so, you did as he said, and once your fingers reached your clit, extremely sensitive yet felt amazing, it was go time. your body shuddered, and suddenly your careful, slow circles turned into something much faster, greedier.

he chucked at your eagerness, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

you shivered, not just from the pleasure, but from the name. he’s called you names like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘cutie’ before, but nothing like this. you liked it.

“yeah.. oh, shit…!

“it’s gonna get even better. listen..” his hand rested on top of yours that was in your pants, temporarily halting your movements. you whimpered quietly — something that didn’t go unnoticed by him. “i want you to try fingering yourself.”

now, that was unfamiliar. the inside of your pussy was probably coated in dust. nothing has ever been in there, including you. “h-how do i do that?”

“it’s easy, sweet girl. i’ll start you off with one, then we’ll work our way up, okay?” his voice was so soft, so sweet, you would do anything he asked at this point.

he instructed you to take one of your already coated fingers, and trail it down to your hole. he told you it should be easy since you’re so ‘wet’, and boy, was he not wrong.

you swallowed, then slowly slid your pointer finger inside your fluttering hole. you watched from under your shorts as your hole sucked up your finger with ease. it was tight; it made you wince a bit the further you went in. you looked at geto for some sort of explanation, and of course, he gave it to you.

“tight, isn’t it?” much like the fit of his towel around his cock.

you hummed in response, not quite moving your finger just yet due to the discomfort.

“mhm, it will be at first. nothing’s ever been in there, until now atleast. just take it slow. slide your finger in and out of yourself until it starts to loosen. then, it shoud feel good.”

you listened, then followed his instructions. you slid your finger in and out of your hole, and the only thing breaking the silence was the sound of squelching coming from your pussy. you scrunched your face up at the sound, but geto only got turned on from it.

as time passed, so did the discomfort. it was still rather tight, but the pain turned into pleasure very quickly. you let out a shuddered breath, which came out as more of a moan. music to his ears. you bit down on your lip hard, again to prevent any more of your noises from slipping out. geto noticed immediately, and he shook his head disapprovingly.

“no, no. you sound so pretty. let me hear you, sweetheart.”

you couldn’t stop another moan from escaping your lips as he said that. eventually, you found your own pace of fingering yourself. nothing too fast, but quick enough to make you feel good. it was still tight, but the tightness added pleasure.

geto’s eyes never left you. you looked perfect getting off for him; something he never thought he’d see. he’s heard you plenty of times — or your attempts, rather. the walls of your shared apartment were thin, and nothing got past him. not those little noises of yours, either.

the longer he watched, the harder he got. he muttered a fuck, before removing his hands from your shoulders. he stood up once more, then walked from your side of the bed to sit in front of you. this time, he sat with his legs sprawled, propping himself up on his shoulders to still be able to watch you. his hand slid down his chest, then found its way back to his crotch. too immersed in your own pleasure, you barely noticed he was in front of you now, palming himself through his towel. he wasn’t quiet about it either.

you popped your head up to face him, and the sight was simply astonishing — his face slightly flushed, hair sticking to his forehead, bottom lip tucked under his teeth, veiny hand rubbing himself through his towel. you would’ve never thought you’d see him like this, but something deep inside of you wishes you could see more.

and just as if he read your mind, he unwrapped the towel from his lower half, revealing his thick, hard cock. his tip was flushed and already leaking pre-cum. you whimpered at the sight, hole clenching around your one finger. he smirked at you, wrapping his hand around his cock.

“add another finger for me, pretty girl.”

without hesitation, you slid a second finger — your middle finger, inside your pussy. this felt a hundred times better than just the one. you threw your head back in pleasure, a string of needy moans escaping your quivering lips. a sweet melody to his ears.

he squeezed his cock in his hands, then slowly began to pump himself, spreading his pre-cum around the base with his thumb. “god, you sound so pretty. look so pretty too, fuck — keep going, baby.”

not like you planned to stop. your pace quickened, and just then, the pad of your fingers rubbed against a spot inside you that made your body jolt. geto noticed, and the corner of his mouth pulled upwards.

“that’s your g-spot. felt good, didn’t it?”

“god, yes. f-fuck, g-geto…!”

you didn’t mean to let his name slip from your tongue in that way, but it did. did you regret it? not necessarily.

his cock twitched in his palm at the sound of his name leaving your lips. there was nothing he’s ever heard that was better than that. “oh, what a mess you are. so fucked out for me, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

you rapidly nodded your head, unable to form words at this point. you curled your fingers inside your pussy, the palm of your hand smacking against your cunt. it was lewd. at the same time, geto sped up his own movements. his hand was moving up and down his length at a pace your eyes couldn’t even keep up with, much faster than yours. his groans only egged you on more, as did yours to him.

he spread his legs further, then started to buck up into his own hand. his hips stuttered and jolted, and his groans only got louder from there. he so wishes he was fucking you instead. he wishes it was your pussy wrapped around his cock and not his fucking hand.

an unfamiliar knot began to form in your stomach, something that motivated your fingers to deepen their movements. your entire body felt tingly, your head began to spin; you couldn’t figure out what this feeling overtaking you was.

“geto—mmfh—i feel like.. funny, tingly. what is this?” you questioned, breathlessly. he only registered what you said fifteen seconds later, as he was chasing that same feeling of his.

“oh, you’re gonna cum, baby. do you wanna cum?”

you shook your head up and down vigorously as he asked, unable to contain the feeling anymore. your walls tightened around your fingers, and your breathing sped up. it was gonna hit you.

on the other hand, geto was closer than you were, probably. he was borderline thrusting into his hand now, his grip so tight it would probably leave a bruise around his shaft. he felt so good — especially being able to look at you like this; so pretty.

“fuck, cum for me, pretty girl. let me see you come undone.”

the second the words left his mouth, you were releasing your sweet nectar on your fingers. your body convulsed and twitched, hearing now muffled and back arched impossibly high off the bed. a string of needy whimpers left your mouth as you rode out your high.

geto followed suit, his eyes glued to you the entire time. he was pumping his cock and thrusting into his hand at the same time. overstimulating himself. with one final curse, he was releasing white ropes of cum into his hand. it was so much — more than he’s ever released before, and it seemed like it never stopped. it was shooting everywhere; his hand, chest, legs, your pussy.

you almost didn’t notice, until you felt warmth that wasn’t yours, directly on your clit. when you looked up, finally, geto still had his hand wrapped around his cock, and you noticed his cum splattered all over the place. your eyes trailed down to your pussy, and there it was. his cum. you didn’t know whether to panic, or get turned on all over again.

“geto, what the hell?” you finally spoke, voice high pitched and breathy.

he shrugged, laying flat back on the bed, attempting to catch his breath. “sorry, pretty girl. i couldn’t help it.”

oh, but he so could.

“this isn’t gonna get me pregnant or something, right?”

he only shook his head in response.

deep down, he wishes it would.

a/n: typed this with one hand

#🫣🫣🫣#suguru

qied

synopsis ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⇀ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Researchers in Jujutsu society have figured a way to convert sexual energy into cursed energy, meaning depleted sorcerers will be able to replenish themselves when cursed energy levels are low. They'll just need someone willing to give them 24/7 access to sex via a portal pussy — which is exactly what you're being hired for!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It's totally safe and entirely regulated — only the best of the best will have access to the spoils of your body. Unless some unseemly outcasts of Jujutsu society find a way to connect to your portal pussy as well... but the sorcerers you service wouldn't take too kindly to sharing what's theirs.

「 choso ₊ gojo ₊ shoko ₊ nanami ₊ higuruma ₊ geto ₊ toji ₊ sukuna x fem!reader 」

content ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⇀ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ portal pussy sex ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎piv‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fingering‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎oral‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎public sex ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎exhibitionism‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎masturbation ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎free use ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎slight medplay (shoko) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎slight dubcon <- characters having unauthorised access to your portal ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎threesomes ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎₊‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ dp ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎will update as needed <3

"But can it truly replace real touch?"

001. ‎ ‎coming soon! ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 002. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 003. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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uniquecalicocritter

volleyball player!suguru, who...

(based off of this ask by an anon <3)

volleyball player! suguru, who mostly plays as an opposite hitter/setter. he definitely was taught to play as a lefty when he was younger, offering him plenty of versatility as a player.

volleyball player! suguru, who treats his pregame ritual like law. it's nothing crazy- likely consisting of eating some nutritious snack a few hours before (i'm envisioning oatmeal with chopped fruit), rolling out/stretching any recent injuries, and taping his fingers for sure.

volleyball player! suguru, who actually doesn't like to caffienate before big games. he doesn't mind having one if he's in regular season and a teammates offers it. but he finds that his anxiety skyrockets if he has one before more important, seeded games. he can't follow or anticipate the ball as well.

volleyball player! suguru, who has the nastiest stare. it's hard not to feel bad for the guys on the other side of the net. when suguru's just gotten a point with his absolutely nasty setter dump, he'll just stare and smirk at his opponents who are left lying on the ground from trying to return it.

volleyball player! suguru, who prefers setting over hitting. his coaches play him more often as a hitter, thanks to his bulky frame.

volleyball player! suguru, who is a jump float demon. he's nailed his serving precision to the point where it fakes out the back row beautifully. it looks as though it's going out, but drops right inside of the court. his favorite part- they always have the same reaction. they look at where the ball landed, then the ball itself, then each other before finally looking at him. he gets to flash them a sinister grin that warns them not to underestimate him.

volleyball player! suguru, whose favorite drill is short court. most other players hate it, but he loves how scrappy it forces the game to become.

volleyball player! suguru, who is very specific about hydration/electrolyte intake. he keeps a box of liquid iv right in his locker, alongside individual salt packets that he puts in his bottles of bodyarmor. he's very in tune with his body on the court, and despises feeling sluggish.

volleyball player! suguru, whose best friend on the team is their libero(s). can't really justify this one, just feels right. either that, or his team's middles.

volleyball player! suguru, whose favorite thing during a game is when he gets to hit with zero blockers. he knows how much skill it takes to pull the opposing blockers away from where the ball is actually going, so when this happens, he seizes the moment and annihilates that shit.

#suguru

yulebloom

“A COUPLE STROKES, I’LL PUT IT IN, THEN YOU’LL BELONG TO ME…”

✧˖ Bsf S. Geto x reader

✧˖ mdni, 18+

You’re already on your back on Suguru’s bed, hoodie rucked up under your breasts, legs parted for him. He’s kneeling between your thighs, sweatpants shoved down just enough to free his cock.

It’s thick, flushed, the head already shiny. He hooks two fingers into the crotch of your panties and yanks the fabric aside, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air.

“It’s not cheating,” he says, voice low and rough, “as long as it doesn’t go inside, right?”

#🫣🫣🫣#suguru

angelofsins

Gentleman during day, freak during night

Daylight!Suguru will wake you up with his strong biceps wrapping around you, letting his huge stature warm you up, especially during winter if he has the window cracked open slightly.

Night!Suguru will use the same arms that cuddles with you to wrap them around your neck and pulls your upwards so your back arch beautifully when he fucks you in doggy style. Daylight!Suguru will help you do your hair when you're getting ready for a date, making them all nice and pretty in the back while you focus on the front. Night!Suguru will mess up that pretty blowout you had when he shoves your face into the pillow or pulls your hair. Daylight!Suguru will call you his 'sweetheart', praises you for the bare minimum that for you feel like a huge accomplishment like actually finishing your entire meal instead of giving it to him after eating half of it. Night!Suguru name calls you degrading things like 'slut' or 'fuck doll'. Forcing you through multiple orgasms until your collapse, becoming his actual 'fuck doll'.

Send request here. A/N :: A short one. I've been writing a lot of Geto's fics lately.

#🫣🫣🫣#suguru

ieirilily

hope you’re hungry 🤤

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a/n: thank you for reading, i love you (. .*)β

serikai

𑣲. SO EXITIN — ᨳଓ satoru comfort fucking you after suguru just finished punishing you.

CONTENT WARNING rough sex. angry sex. bruising. hair pulling. marking. jealousy. poly rs. comfort sex. suguru is an asshole in here.

the fight was already beginning to spiral out of control when geto’s voice cut through the chaos, firm and unmistakably commanding as he gave you an order.

“stay back.”

you hesitated for only a moment, your eyes flickering toward him before narrowing in irritation.

of all things he could have told you, that was the one phrase guaranteed to piss you off.

you weren’t some helpless civilian who needed to be kept out of harm’s way, and you certainly didn’t need someone constantly deciding when you were capable of handling yourself.

you tightened your grip, scanning the battlefield as you weighed your options.

geto’s approach was safe enough, but it was slow, and you could already see the opening he hadn’t noticed yet.

then your gaze shifted toward satoru, and suddenly, the answer seemed obvious.

his method would be cleaner, quicker, and far less likely to leave either of you exposed.

so you ignored geto.

without another word, you moved exactly as satoru would have, slipping through the opening and striking from the angle you knew would work best.

it was reckless enough to make geto’s jaw tighten, but calculated enough that you knew you could pull it off.

“seriously?” geto called after you, clearly irritated.

you didn’t even bother looking back.

if he wanted you to stay behind while everyone else did the dangerous work, he was going to have to learn that you weren’t going to listen simply because he told you to.

and, much to geto’s irritation, it worked.

the threat was dealt with cleanly, the curse was exorcised before it could cause any serious damage, and despite the way you had completely disregarded his orders, no one walked away with anything worse than a few scratches.

the mission was a success, an undeniable one at that.

you lowered your weapon, breathing steadily as the tension finally began to leave your body, while geto stood a short distance away, staring at you with an expression that was becoming increasingly difficult to read.

because that was the part that made everything worse.

if you had gotten hurt, if your decision had gone wrong, if satoru’s method had nearly gotten someone killed, geto would have had every reason to lecture you.

he could have pointed out exactly where you went wrong and told you that this was precisely why you should have listened to him.

but you hadn’t, you had been right.

and geto hated that he couldn’t even argue with the outcome.

his eyes narrowed as he looked at you, his jaw tightening slightly while you gave him an almost innocent glance.

“what?” you asked, unable to resist the small edge of smugness in your voice, geto exhaled slowly through his nose. “nothing.”

but the way he said it made it painfully obvious that it was absolutely not nothing.

but what you didn’t know was that geto had no intention of letting this go, not here, not in the middle of a successful mission where he had no real argument to make against you.

he knew better than to start another fight while the three of you were still out in the field, so instead, he simply swallowed his irritation and kept quiet, already deciding that this conversation could wait until the three of you were home.

and you would soon find out that geto was much more patient when he was angry than you ever wanted him to be.

by the time the two of you finally made it home, you had almost convinced yourself that geto had simply decided to let the whole thing go.

satoru had been held back a little longer, leaving just the two of you to walk inside together, and for a brief moment, you thought the silence meant you were in the clear.

you were wrong.

the moment the door closed behind you, geto’s entire demeanor changed.

before you could even turn around properly, he stepped forward and pressed you back against the cold wooden door, his sudden movement catching you completely off guard.

you stared up at him, stunned by the intensity in his expression. “you really thought i was going to forget about what happened out there?”

one hand braced beside your head while the other claimed your jaw, fingers firm as they tipped your face upward.

“you ignored me. you decided satoru knew better. in front of everyone. on my order.” a short sharp exhale left him. “do you have any idea what that looked like?”

his thumb dug just under your chin, pressure steady enough to make your pulse jump.

he leaned closer until his mouth hovered at your ear, body locking you in place. “we share you. that was the deal. but sharing never meant you get to publicly side against me.”

his free hand dragged your jacket off one shoulder then the other before settling at your waist and hauling you forward so your hips met the hard line of him.

“you made me look secondary. you made me feel secondary. and i do not let that slide.”

geto’s mouth found the side of your throat, not soft kisses but deliberate claims, teeth scraping then biting down hard enough to pull a sharp sound from you.

the hand in your hair tightened, yanking your head back so he could mark lower, sucking a deep bruise just above your collarbone while his other hand worked your pants open with impatient precision.

the moment fabric gave way his fingers shoved between your legs, finding you already slick, and a low humorless sound left him against your skin.

“look at that,” he murmured, two fingers slamming into you without warning, curling deep and rough. “already soaked. was it the fight that did it or the knowledge of exactly how this would end once we got home?”

he worked the fingers in hard ruthless strokes, knuckles pressing, thumb circling your clit with mean pressure just shy of enough to tip you over. “you disobeyed me. you chose him. and now you take what i give until i decide you’ve remembered whose order you ignored.”

he pulled free with a wet sound, spun you with a bruising grip on your hip, and shoved you chest first into the door hard enough that the wood rattled.

the sound of his own clothes opening cut through the quiet, a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock dragged once through your folds, coating himself, before he slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust that knocked the air from your lungs and forced a broken cry out of you.

one hand braced beside your head again, the other locked on your hip hard enough to leave marks as he set a relentless punishing pace, every snap of his hips driving you forward against the door with wet filthy sounds.

“you don’t get to go soft on me now.” he growled against the back of your neck, teeth scraping the skin there before biting down again.

“you wanted to decide whose judgment mattered out there, fine. in here you take mine. every. fucking. inch.” his rhythm stayed deep and unforgiving, hips slamming hard enough that the door creaked with each thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the entryway.

he reached up, fisted your hair again and pulled your head back so your spine arched, changing the angle so he could drive even deeper, cock dragging over that spot inside you with every rough stroke.

“next time the thought of ignoring me in front of him crosses your mind i want you to remember exactly how it feels when i remind you who you belong to just as much as you belong to him.”

his free hand slid around your hip, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight mean circles timed to the brutal pace of his thrusts until your legs started to shake and your breath came in short broken gasps.

he didn’t slow. if anything he fucked into you harder, using his grip on your hair to keep you arched and open for him, the wet sound of your cunt taking him over and over filling every pause between his words.

“come on my cock while i’m still angry with you.” he ordered, voice low and absolute, fingers working your clit faster.

“show me you understand. soak me while i’m still pissed. then maybe, maybe i’ll consider forgiving the fact that you made me watch you choose him.” he slammed in especially deep on the last word, grinding against you, refusing to ease up even as your walls started to flutter around him.

and with that he hauled you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you straight to the bedroom while your body still trembled around the memory of him.

whatever unfolded behind that closed door stretched across hours, rough, relentless, he claimed you that it left marks and exhaustion tangled together, until the only sound left was your slowed breathing against the sheets.

hours later the front door opened. satoru stepped in, hair slightly mussed, a lazy smile already on his face as he spotted geto freshly showered and stretched out on the couch watching whatever flickered across the screen.

“hey,” he called, his eyes swept the room once, twice, then narrowed when they found no trace of you. “where’s our wife?”

geto didn’t look away from the television. “asleep.”

satoru’s eyebrow arched, he crossed the space slowly, dropping onto the arm of the couch. “she usually doesn’t pass out at this hour. what did you do to her?”

geto’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “reminded her whose orders matter when it counts.” he finally glanced over. “she’s fine. worn out. leave her.”

satoru hummed, unconvinced, already pushing off the couch. “yeah, no. i’m gonna check.” he headed down the hall without waiting for permission.

as he slipped inside the room met him with darkness and a lingering chill, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust before he finally found you buried under the blanket, only the top of your hair visible.

a soft apologetic pout pulled at his mouth as he crossed the space and sank down beside you with careful weight so the mattress barely dipped.

“aww, poor girl..” he murmured, voice barely above a breath, he reached for the edge of the covers intending to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

but the fabric peeled back to reveal a canvas of fresh bruises and dark hickeys blooming across your throat, collarbone, and the curve of one shoulder.

his hand froze mid air, brows drawing together as a low breath left him.

“that crazy bastard.” he muttered under his breath, the marks were deeper than usual, the kind of roughness that only surfaced when geto’s temper ran hot, most nights the three of you stayed far gentler with each other.

the shift in the mattress and the quiet sound of his voice pulled you from sleep.

your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light, and the second they focused on him a soft smile curved his mouth.

“hey, beautiful.” you didn’t hesitate, the moment recognition settled you pushed up and all but climbed into his arms.

he caught you easily, gathering you against his chest in one smooth motion, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other settled warm and steady across the bare skin of your back, careful of every fresh bruise.

“are you okay?” he asked, voice low and close to your ear as his palm stroked slow circles over the unmarked parts of your back.

you only furrowed your brows against his shoulder, voice still rough from sleep and everything that came before.

“what took you so long?” a quiet huff of amusement left him, though the concern never fully left his eyes.

he shifted just enough to lean back against the headboard, pulling you fully into his lap so your bare legs draped over his thighs and your cheek rested against the warm solid plane of his chest.

“got held up with the higher-ups,” he murmured, fingers threading gently through your hair.

“by the time i got free and made it home, suguru was already on the couch looking far too pleased with himself.”

his thumb brushed the edge of a dark bruise on your throat, feather light. “i’ll deal with him later. right now i only care about you.”

he felt it then, the warm slickness seeping through the fabric of his jeans where your bare pussy rested against his thigh.

his gaze dropped, taking in the evidence, and a slow breath left him, you followed his eyes and immediately pouted, voice barely a whisper.

“m..sorry.”

a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. he tipped your chin up with two fingers and kissed you, he drew back his forehead rested against yours.

“don’t apologize for that,” he murmured against your mouth. “he didn’t even clean you up, huh?” satoru’s voice stayed soft “just finished and left you like this?”

he glanced down at you, waiting. you shook your head slowly.

“well… he went all in and then kissed me on the forehead after.” you admitted.

a quiet hum left him, one hand slid down your spine in a slow, soothing path while the other stayed cupped at the back of your neck. “of course he did.”

the words carried no real heat, only a knowing sort of resignation. “marks you within an inch of your life, fucks you until you can’t think, then leaves a gentle little kiss like that makes it all balanced.”

he shifted beneath you, adjusting so your slick heat pressed more firmly against the growing hardness trapped in his jeans.

“but you know…i really missed you..” you breathed out, pressing soft kisses along the sharp line of his jaw.

a low chuckle vibrated against your lips, “you missed me because he punished you?”

you shook your head quickly, “n..no! i really did miss you.”

satoru’s expression softened at the insistence. he caught your face between both hands, thumbs stroking over your cheeks as he leaned in and kissed you properly.

“i know, baby. i missed you too.” one hand slid down between your bodies, palm gliding over the bare skin of your stomach before settling between your thighs, fingers tracing lazily through the slick mess geto had left behind. “let me show you how much.”

he kept you cradled in his lap, legs draped over his, and simply explored with slow deliberate touches, two fingers gliding up and down your folds, gathering the wetness, spreading it, circling your clit with the lightest pressure that made your hips twitch.

every time you tried to push into his hand he eased off just enough to keep you wanting, a soft teasing smile playing at his mouth.

“so sensitive already,” he murmured against your temple, voice warm and full of quiet praise.

“look at you, still dripping from him yet opening up so sweetly for me, my good girl. always so responsive… even after he was rough with you.”

his fingers slipped inside with no resistance, curling gently, stroking that soft spot with lazy precision while his thumb kept up the feather light circles. “feel how easily you take me? you’re doing so well already.”

he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the fading edge of a bruise on your throat, each press of his lips soft and lingering as if he could rewrite every mark with tenderness.

“i hate seeing you hurt like this,” he admitted between kisses, “but fuck if you don’t look beautiful all marked up and still so needy for more. my perfect girl… taking everything he gave you.”

slowly he shifted, laying you back against the pillows with careful hands, stripping his own shirt and jeans without ever fully leaving your space.

when he settled between your thighs he didn’t thrust in right away.

instead he rubbed the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself, teasing your entrance with shallow presses that never quite gave you what you wanted.

every time your hips lifted he pulled back just enough, chuckling softly at the frustrated little sound you made.

“patience, beautiful,” he soothed, leaning down to kiss you deep and slow while one hand stroked your side, your breast, the curve of your waist like he was memorizing you all over again.

he nuzzled your jaw, voice dropping into that low affectionate tease. “you’re so wet for me already, my sweet girl. always so eager to be filled, aren’t you?”

when he finally sank into you it was inch by careful inch, giving you time to feel every stretch, every pulse of him.

a long low groan left his chest once he bottomed out, forehead resting against yours. “there we go… fuck, you feel perfect.” he stayed still for a moment, just breathing with you, hands roaming gently over every unmarked patch of skin he could find, praising you between soft kisses.

“my good girl. my beautiful girl… letting me take care of you.”

only then did he begin to move slow, deep rolls of his hips that never turned rough, each thrust full, angled to drag against the places that made your breath catch.

one hand stayed laced with yours against the pillow while the other slipped between you again, rubbing gentle steady circles over your clit in time with his rhythm.

“my perfect wife. let me hear you, baby. let me know how good it feels when i’m gentle with you.”

#🫣🫣🫣

fruitsicake

summary: Toji talks dirtier than kevin gates.

quick read/ shy reader!/ smut/ p in v/ dirty talk (that’s all this fic is)/ DOMINANT toji/ wet & messy/ internal cumshot/ forced dirty talk/ cock worship (implied)/ sensitive reader/ verbal humiliation (mild)/ size kink/ embarrassment kink / pinning / missionary position / rough sex / creampie / power imbalance / overwhelmed reader/ porn what plot / porn without plottttt. based on this request 𑣲⋆

you’re already trembling when he pins you under him, legs spread wide around his hips, the head of his thick cock pressed right against your dripping entrance. always missionary with him when he’s in this mood, so he can watch every flicker of panic in your face.

“look at you,” he growls, voice low and rough, one big hand gripping your jaw so you can’t turn away. “pussy’s already soaked and i haven’t even pushed in yet. needy little thing.”

you make a tiny, embarrassed sound. your hands flutter up to cover your face, but he catches both wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. the other stays on your jaw.

“don’t hide. i wanna see that shy little face while i ruin this cunt”

he sinks into you in one slow, relentless thrust, stretching you open around the fat girth of him until your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. you’re so tight around him it almost hurts, walls fluttering wildly, and he groans like he’s tasting something filthy.

“fuck… still so fucking tight. clenching like a virgin even though i’ve fucked this hole raw more times than you can count.” he bottoms out, balls pressed against your ass, and just stays there, grinding deep. “feel that? how your pussy’s chocking my cock already? dirty little slut.”

your face burns. you try to turn your head, but his grip tightens.

“n-no… don’t say—“

“don’t say what?” he starts moving, deep, filthy rolls of his hips that drag every thick inch of him against your walls. the wet sound of it fills the room, obscene and loud. “that you’re dripping down my balls? that your cunt’s making those nasty little squelching noises every time i pull out?” he thrusts harder, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. “listen to it. you’re pussy’s begging to be filled.”

You whimper, trying to free a hand so you can cover his mouth. he just laughs, low and mean, and lets one wrist go just long enough for your palm to slap over his lips. he doesn’t stop talking. the words are muffled against your skin but still clear, still nasty asf.

“Mm, gonna keep talking, baby. gonna tell you exactly how this tight little hole feels while i use it.” he snaps his hips harder, fucking into you with wet, heavy thrusts that make your tits bounce. your hand slips, he catches it again and pins both wrists back above your head. “pussy’s so soft and greedy. swallowing me to root every time. i can feel you fluttering when i talk dirty. you hate it and it makes you cream harder, doesn’t it?”

“toji, please” your voice is small, shaky, thighs trembling around his waist.

he leans down until his mouth is right against your ear, still pounding into you in that brutal missionary rhythm, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you.

“Please what? Please stop calling your cunt a cock sleeve? Please stop telling you how fucking wet and messy you are?” he bites your earlobe, then growls, “too bad, you’re taking every filthy word while this pussy milks me. look at the way it’s gripping. wants to stay stuffed full of cock.”

your free hand flies up again, trying desperately to cover his mouth. he lets you. presses a wet, open mouthed kiss to your palm and keeps talking right through it, voice muffled but still vicious.

“gonna fill you up. pump this shy little cunt full until it’s overflowing. you’ll feel it leaking out of you for hours. my cum sliding down your thighs while you walk around all quiet. everyone will know you got fucked stupid.”

you sob, hips jerking, walls clamping down hard around him. the shame is unbearable and it’s making you clench even tighter. he feels it and laughs against your palm.

“there it is. coming on my cock just from dirty talk. disgusting. look at you, juices still running down my balls, face so red you look like you’re about to cry.” he removes your hand from his mouth with ease, pins it again, and drives into you harder, faster, wet slap of skin on skin filthy and relentless. “say it. say you’re a shy little whore who gets off on being told how nasty she fucking is.”

you shake your head frantically, tears of pure embarrassment pricking your eyes. he just keeps fucking you through it, cock slamming deep, balls wet with your slick.

“Don’t need you to say it then. pussy’s doing allllllll the talking”

he doesn’t stop talking the entire time he uses you. calling you a cumdump, telling you how it sounds, how it feels, how it’s going to look when he’s done and you’re leaking. every time you try to cover his mouth he just talks through it, or bites your fingers, or pins your hands and keeps going. his voice is so low and nasty, you’ve never experienced this before.

by the time he finally cums, burying himself to the hilt and flooding you in thick, heavy pulses while he growls the filthiest things against your mouth, you’re shaking so hard you can barely breathe, face buried against his shoulder in pure overwhelmed shame. pussy still fluttering and over sensitive around his cock.

he stays inside you, still half hard, still talking in that low, satisfied growl.

“Good girl. took every nasty word and still came all over my cock. next time i’ll make you say them back while i breed this shy little hole again.”

you can only whimper.

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fricks

Satoru 'cucks' Suguru ☆

cw; more cuck shit, fem reader

Your boyfriend Suguru is many things. He’s doting, and loving, and beyond chivalrous when it counts. He is also a perennial control freak.

You thought this would be good for him — a chance to sit back and let someone else take the wheel. Plus, Gojo has been hounding the two of you for a threesome ever since you first got together. This is as close as he’s going to get.

For now, at least.

Your thighs burn with exertion as you ride your boyfriend’s white-haired best friend reverse cowgirl on the couch of his living room. You and Suguru have spent hours here, over for dinner and drinks and game nights with Satoru — now you’re taking his cock down to the base as you face Suguru, who sits lazily in the facing armchair. It’s made of the same faux leather as the couch, which is sticking to Satoru’s sweaty ass and thighs, peeling with a loud squelch each time he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway.

“That’s right, now wrap your arm around and rub her clit like I showed you. Circles, not side-to-side. Yes, like that.”

You should have figured Suguru would promote himself from audience member to scene director. He sat nice and still as you throated Satoru’s cock, and even let you guide him yourself when you first took him inside of you, but he can’t stay out of the picture for long. Your Suguru is many things, and a spectator is not one of them. He likes control.

Luckily for the both of you, Gojo likes being told what to do. Each small praise upon doing something right — yes, Satoru, just like that; Satoru, you’re fucking her so well — has him twitching inside of you, choking on desperate moans as he soaks in his lauding.

A part of you wants to twist around to look at his face. You’re sure it’s all red and blotchy from exertion. You bet he looks fucked-dumb and ecstatic all at the same time. But your eyes are locked on Geto, who looks less like a cuck and more like it’s any Saturday evening. His chin is lifted, eyes surveying the two of you as wet sounds and skin slapping fills the room. He’s got his hands on his thighs, and his pants are so baggy around the crotch that you can’t tell if he’s hard or not.

“You can…” you start, taking a moment to wet your lips as Satoru speeds up his assault on your clit. “You can touch yourself, you know.”

Suguru’s lips slowly curl upwards. “I know, hon.”

“Why aren’t you?”

You want him to feel good. The whole point behind letting Satoru take you like this was to give Suguru a show, after all. Does he not like this? Is your pleasure one-sided? You suddenly feel bad for liking the fill of Gojo’s cock inside of you so much.

Geto must recognise the look on your face, because he laughs. It’s low, truly amused. “Don’t get in your head, my love. I just want to watch for now. If I cum like this, I won’t have as much to give you later when I wash out whatever Satoru’s going to fill you with.”

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serikai

セク ME ON YOU ໒꒰ they absolutely love when you get all shy and embarassed when they say filthy things to you while they’re buried deep inside

CONTENT WARNING dirty talking. praise kink. slight humiliation. heavy dirty talk. vulgar language mild degradation / sukuna nd gojo. shyness. light restraint nanami. embarassment play. focused on how he talks to you

CONTAINS fushiguro. nanami. sukuna. satoru. suguru

♯ TOJI FUSHIGURO

you feel him push your legs open and sink into you in one unhurried motion, burying himself all the way to the hilt and staying there for a long second just to feel the way your body flutters and tightens around him before he finally starts moving in those rough thrusts that drag every inch of him against you.

“fuck, look at that face….” he mutters mean right against your ear, “already turning red like that, you always get this shy when im balls deep inside you huh?” his hips keep rolling grinding in deep, and the more you try to turn your face away the more he seems to enjoy watching you get flustered.

“this tight cunt’s gripping me so good.” he keeps going, “why’re you so nervous while i pump you full? cute.” he thrusts harder now, deeper, the wet sound of it filling the quiet between his words, and he doesn’t ease up even when your breath starts hitching.

“you feel every thick inch stretching you open right now?” he mutters, grinding deep, “and you’re still trying to look anywhere but at me even though you’re soaked around my cock.” he shifts, pushing your thigh higher so he can sink in even further, and the new angle makes your whole body tense under him.

“yeah, just like that.” he continues, “feel how deep i am? this is what you get for being so fucking tight and nervous,” he keeps the same rough pace, every thrust heavy as he leans in closer so his mouth is right by your ear again.

“i’m gonna fill you up while you’re still too embarrassed to even make a proper sound.” he doesn’t stop, doesn’t soften, just keeps moving and talking, letting every filthy word spill out as he uses you exactly how he wants.

♯ NANAMI KENTO

you feel him settle between your legs and push into you slowly, fully, every inch, until his hips are flush against yours and he stays there for a moment making sure you’re taking him properly before he starts moving in those steady strokes.

“you’re doing well my love.” he says“taking me this deep without complaining. good girl.” his hips keep the same precise rhythm, and the way he looks down at you is almost assessing.

“you’re very tight around me. it’s… pleasant.” he doesn’t seem to notice how the words sound, just continues as if he’s stating facts. “your body is reacting nicely. every time i push in you get wetter. that’s good.”

it gets to be too much and your hand comes up to cover his mouth, trying to stop the words, but he simply catches your wrist and pins it firmly beside your head without breaking rhythm.

“don’t do that,” he says against your palm before moving it away, still thrusting steady and deep.

“i’m not finished. you’re taking me so well it would be a waste not to tell you, keep being good for me while i fill you.” he doesn’t raise his voice, his hips never miss a beat and your pinned hand stays right where he put it.

♯ GOJO SATORU

“aww, already this red?” he coos,“look at you trying so hard not to make a sound.” his hips keep rolling and he watches your face the whole time like it’s the best entertainment he’s had all day.

“c’mon, don’t hide,” he keeps going, still smiling, “you get this embarrassed just from having me inside you? look at how you’re squeezing me every time i talk. you really can’t handle being called out for being this nervous, huh?” he thrusts a little deeper, dragging it out just to watch you squirm.

“so shy you can barely look at me even while you’re taking my cock this well,” he teases as he shifts his angle, pushing one of your knees higher so he can sink in further, and the new depth pulls another quiet sound from you that only makes his grin wider.

“there it is,” he murmurs, still thrusting slow and mean, “that tiny noise you try so hard to swallow. you’re so shy you can’t even moan properly, can you? just lay there getting fucked”

♯ SUKUNA RYOMEN

“look at this pathetic little thing,” he sneers,“already trying to cover your face, keep your hands down, i want to see you.” his hips keep slamming in deep and mean, and even though the way you’re hiding clearly irritates him he can’t seem to stop the grin stretching across his face.

“you think covering up makes you less of a desperate little hole?” he continues, still thrusting hard, “it doesn’t. it just makes you look more pathetic, keep trying to hide, it’s almost cute how much you can’t stand being looked at while you’re getting fucked.”

he forces one of your hands away from your face only to watch you immediately try again, and the low laugh that leaves him is pure mean satisfaction.

“there you go again,” he mutters, “covering up like a little coward even though your cunt is gripping me so tight.” he doesn’t ease up, just keeps driving into you hard and deep, every filthy word coming out like he’s both irritated and thoroughly enjoying the show.

♯ GETO SUGURU

“you’re so quiet,” he murmurs, “and so wet already. does being talked to like this make you this nervous?” he thrusts a little deeper. “you take me so well… trembling and trying to hide that pretty face. i can feel every little squeeze. it’s alright to look at me. i want to see how shy you get when i tell you how good this tight cunt feels wrapped around me.”

his hips keep that same rhythm even as the words stay filthy, and he never raises his voice once. “you’re going to let me fill you, aren’t you? even while you’re this flustered.” he leans in a little closer, still smiling.

“you don’t have to hide. i can already feel how much your body likes this even if you’re too shy to show it on your face. every time i push in you get tighter, i’m going to enjoy every second of filling you up while you can barely meet my eyes.”

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frostedpinkdoll

JJK MEN + FAV POSITIONS !

ft. gojo satoru ‧ kamo choso ‧ fushiguro toji ‧ ryomen sukuna.

Warnings ⚠️:explicit sexual content, graphic descriptions of male masturbation and penetrative sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, dominance and submission, rough sex, established relationships, pwp.

GOJO SATORU — (Mating press)

Satoru has you folded completely beneath him, your knees shoved up to your shoulders, ankles hooked over his arms as he pins you open on the mattress. His cock is already buried to the hilt, thick and throbbing, stretching your soaked pussy wide with every slow grind of his hips.

"Fuck, look at this—your cunt’s swallowing me so deep, baby. Can feel every little squeeze."

He pulls back until just the head remains inside, then slams forward hard enough to make the headboard crack against the wall. The wet slap of skin echoes as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you like he’s trying to mold your insides to the shape of his cock. "You’re dripping all over me. Hear that? That filthy little sound every time I bottom out? That’s how bad you need it."

His blue eyes stay locked on yours, pupils blown wide, white hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He leans down, folding you even tighter, and starts pounding into that spot that makes your vision blur. "Gonna cum for me? Yeah? Squeeze my cock while I fill you up." Your walls flutter and clamp down hard, orgasm ripping through you so violently your legs shake in his grip. Satoru groans loud and filthy, hips stuttering as he buries himself as deep as possible and pumps you full, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy until it leaks out around his cock. He stays buried inside, grinding slow circles against your clit while he catches his breath. "Love this pussy so fucking much. Not pulling out yet—wanna feel you drip with me all night."

KAMO CHOSO- (Cowgirl)

Choso lets you take control at first, but the second you sink down on his cock he’s gripping your hips like he’ll die if you move too fast. You’re straddling him, thighs spread wide over his lap, his thick length stretching you open inch by inch until your ass meets his thighs.

"So warm… so tight," he breathes, voice hoarse, dark eyes half-lidded as he watches your pussy swallow him whole.

His hands slide up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples while you start to ride him. Every time you drop down he meets you with a thrust, the wet squelch of your slick coating his shaft filling the room. "Ride me harder—yeah, just like that. Want to feel you clench when you cum." His head tips back against the pillows, mouth open, soft moans spilling out every time your walls flutter around him. When your pace falters he takes over, planting his feet and fucking up into you with deep, punishing strokes that make your tits bounce. "Cum on my cock. Let me feel it." Your orgasm hits sudden and sharp, pussy pulsing around him, and Choso follows right after, groaning your name as he spills deep inside you, hot cum flooding your core. He keeps you seated on his cock afterward, arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried in your neck while he catches his breath.

FUSHIGURO TOJI (Full Nelson)

Toji has you completely helpless in his hold, your back pressed to his chest, legs hooked over his elbows and spread wide as he fucks up into you from below. His cock drives in deep with every thrust, the angle forcing him to grind against that perfect spot inside you on every stroke.

"Look at this greedy little cunt taking every inch," he growls against your ear, one big hand sliding down to rub your swollen clit in tight circles.

"You’re dripping down my balls. Can’t get enough, can you?" He bounces you on his cock like you weigh nothing, the wet slap of skin loud and obscene. Your head falls back against his shoulder, moans turning into broken whimpers every time he bottoms out. "Gonna cum again? Do it. Milk my cock while I fill this pussy." Your orgasm crashes over you hard, walls clamping down so tight Toji curses and slams up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he cums deep inside you. Thick ropes of cum flood your pussy, leaking out around his cock with every aftershock. He keeps you pinned in his arms, cock still twitching inside you, breath hot against your neck. "Not done yet. Gonna keep you like this until you can’t walk straight."

SUKUNA RYOMEN (Pro Bone)

Sukuna has you face-down on the bed, his massive body covering yours completely as he fucks you into the mattress. His cock stretches you wide, the heavy weight of him pressing you down so you can’t do anything but take every brutal thrust.

"Pathetic little thing—already shaking and I’ve barely started," he snarls against your ear, one hand fisting your hair to keep your face turned toward him.

The wet sound of his cock slamming into your soaked pussy fills the room, each thrust forcing more slick out around his shaft. He reaches beneath you to rub your clit in rough circles, forcing another orgasm out of you while he keeps pounding deep. "Cum for me. Now." Your walls clamp down hard, body trembling beneath him, and Sukuna groans low and filthy as he follows you over the edge, flooding your pussy with thick, hot cum. He stays buried inside, grinding slow and deep while you come down, teeth scraping your shoulder. "Stay right there. I’m not finished using this cunt yet."

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