mango

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[gojosmangopie]

♥ mango's masterlist ♥

jujutsu kaisen

satoru gojo

❥ cries in his sleep [angst]

❥ bsf!satoru [suggestive, 18+]

❥ stage 5 clinger [18+]

❥ hold my hand [18+]

❥ bug? satoru to the rescue

❥ husband!satoru [18+]

kento nanami

❥ neighbor!kento

❥ bsf!kento [18+]

suguru geto

❥ open wide, pretty [18+]

❥ shotgun kiss [18+]

love and deepspace

caleb

❥ roommate!caleb - panty sniffer [18+]

❥ spitter headcanon [18+]

zayne

❥ from the back [18+]

rafayel

❥ wedding day makeup [18+]

[mango-ju1ce]

brb just thinking about how satoru probably holds your hand like your palms are literally fused together because damn, he’s waited so long for this to happen that there’s no way he’s not making up for lost time. getting groceries? he’s got one hand in yours and the basket in the other, filled to the brim with snacks that you guys probably shouldn’t be eating. but really, how could he resist when you looked so cute doing that little dance you do when you’re eating something sweet. he knows what it tastes like but swears he needs to taste it off your lips just to get the full flavor profile, y’know?

on a date? he’ll let you lead him through a crowded aquarium, fingers tightly intertwined as he watches your smaller figure pull him along towards the penguins. he’s barely focused on any of the displays because his mind always wanders to how small your hand is in his and how cold your fingers are, giving him an excuse to drape his arms around you like a heavy blanket on your shoulders, chin on your head as you watch the animals dive into the water with rapt attention. his baby can’t freeze to death, not on his watch!

watching a movie? you’re wondering if it’s totally necessary to hold his hand when he’s already got your legs tangled in his and his arms holding you hostage against him as you’re both sprawled across his couch, meanwhile he’s totally content with having you practically fused to his body watching his favorite transformers movie like he doesn’t already know how cool optimus prime is.

when he gets distracted? he makes sure your fingers are still laced together over your head as he pounds your pretty pussy into the couch cushions, your shirt pulled barely over your tits so they bounce juuust the way he likes. poor baby couldn’t help getting hard during the movie and before your know it, his cock was freed from his sweatpants pulled desperately half way down his thighs like he simply couldn’t wait to be in your sweet cunt.

“you feel so good, sweetheart, you this wet just f’me?” Satoru groans against your neck, already bitten up with blooming purple bruises that he sucks into your skin every time you whine in his ear. a rough giggle bubbles from his throat accompanied with a fucked out grin when he pulls back to watch you, free hand squeezing your thigh to keep you wide enough for his hips to grind into yours. “you weren’t even watchin’ the movie, were you? you’re such a perv.” he teases as if he didn’t pop a boner just from you squirming against him to get comfortable 10 minutes prior.

“o-oh, ‘toru, i can’t even w-watch a movie in peace-” you manage to stutter out before his hand on your leg pulls it to wrap around his waist, traveling up your body and finally intertwinning with your other hand, now pinning both above your head as he slides his throbbing cock in n out at a pace that soon quickens with each slap of his balls against your dripping slit.

leaning down to swallow your moans between his lips, he drunkenly laughs again. “‘m sorry, baby, just love you so much- we’ll restart it after, yeah? jus’ focus on me,” his hands tighten around yours, hips slamming faster, making sure to make you scream into his mouth with the way the soft tuft of hair at his pelvis rubs against your sensitive clit. “thaaat’s it, focus on me. take it baby, take it-”

and of course when he falls asleep wrapped up in you? his hand is still in yours, grip now loose as he drifts off in your warmth. a small smile graces his lips just from the dreamy thought that he could hold your hand like this for the rest of his life with your body pressed against his like a missing puzzle piece he always knew would fit perfectly.

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[viixa]

♥︎ ݁ 𓏲 nanami and his sentimental polaroid pictures of you

nanami keeps four polaroids tucked carefully inside the leather folds of his wallet—not loose, nor bent. not forgotten, but protected and cherished. touched more often than he’ll ever admit.

the first is innocent. the two of you at the tiny bakery where you first met, where he bought an extra pastry just because you looked like you needed something sweet that morning. it’s a picture from your first official date—you leaning over the table, cheeks warm, sunlight brushing your face while you laugh at something he said. the soft pink pastry box is open between you. your fingers are dusted in powdered sugar. it’s such a simple moment, so stupidly ordinary, but every time nanami glances at it during the day, he feels that quiet, terrifying certainty he felt even then: that’s the person I’m going to love for a long time.

and he has.

the second photo is from your college graduation. cap crooked on your head, gown unzipped a little because you were overheating, the bouquet of white roses he insisted on buying you clutched to your chest. you didn’t pose—nanami caught you mid-laugh, mouth open, joy spilling out of you like it couldn’t be contained. it’s the only picture of you where he can hear the exact sound of your happiness. that one lives in the center fold of his wallet, the place his thumb goes first. he swears it brightens the inside of his chest every time he sees it.

the third polaroid… he pretends he keeps it because it’s wholesome. disneyland. the castle towering behind you. your arms looped around his neck as you press the fattest kiss into his cheek. you forced him to wear matching ears; he looks stiff, a little embarrassed, like someone who has never been allowed to feel soft his entire life. but you can see the truth in the picture—the way he’s looking at you, not at the camera. like he’s caught mid-realization that maybe he finally deserves something gentle.

he doesn’t let anyone see that photo. that softness is just for him.

and then there’s the fourth. the one he keeps hidden behind the others, tucked flat against the leather like a secret. it’s the filthiest picture he owns—the one he should never have taken, the one he can’t stop touching.

you’re on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed, back arched so perfectly he still gets a little dizzy looking at it. nanami is standing behind you, one foot planted on the floor, the other braced on the mattress for leverage. both your wrists are pinned behind your back with just one of his hands—arm bent, fingers wrapped tight. your face is turned toward the camera, flushed and impossibly pretty, mouth parted around the sound of a moan you didn’t have time to finish. your eyes are half-lidded, pouty, glossy with pleasure. you look ruined. you look obedient. you look like everything he’s ever wanted.

the corner of the photo catches just the curve of your ass—the soft bounce of it, the way your thighs tremble, the way you take him so willingly his breath had stuttered when the flash went off. he didn’t even mean for the picture to be that perfect. it just was.

sometimes, when work pushes him to the edge of his patience and the world feels unbearably cruel, nanami touches the outline of that hidden polaroid through the leather. just feeling the shape of it is enough to make him exhale.

he’d be such a liar if he said those were the only pictures he took. or the only ones he thinks about late at night.

and he’d be an even bigger liar if he said he doesn’t plan on filling another wallet someday, not with money nor receipts, but with more pieces of you. your smile. your softness. your ruin. all of it.

© viixa. do not copy, translate, or reupload my works anywhere.

[gojosmangopie]

[18+]

none of the lads guys love backshots as much as zayne does. don’t get it twisted, he adores seeing your face when you cream on his cock after a particularly rough shift at the hospital. he gets to see you eyes squeezed shut, pretty lips parted to form his name, god you were a dream like that.

but sometimes? sometimes you’re too much of a brat to let you off the hook so easily and nothing got him harder than the soft planes of your back, your hair framing your shoulders, and the way your cheeks recoils from every impact.

“what’s wrong, darling? you have nothing to say?” he asks gently, but there’s nothing gentle about the way his hips slam into you, ass clapping against his pelvis in a steady pace that sends your head reeling. he’s got one hand pushing between your shoulder blades, pressing your face hard into the mattress as the other holds you in a slutty arch.

“use your voice, hm? it’s the least you could do after teasing me while i was on the phone.”

“fuuck- i‘m sorry, zayne- jus’ missed you so bad,” you’re whining and whimpering, tears are starting to gather at the corner of your eyes after cumming twice already. “but i can’t cum anymore- can’t-“

he gives a harsh slap across your ass before soothing it with his palm. “you should be prepared to face the consequences when you misbehave, my love. you’re not done.”

he’ll give it to you like that until he feels like you’ve had enough, pulling his cock out to let his seed splash across your back and watching it pool on your skin. does he think you learned your lesson? no, definitely not, but he doesn’t mind when it gives him an excuse to fuck you filthy from behind.

[gojosmangopie]

18+

you didn’t know it but when satoru and you started dating, he had vowed to himself that he would fuck you in every place possible. he wished he could be less of an animal about it, but the thought of visiting somewhere and remembering he had his cock balls deep in your pussy mere feet away, fuck, it made him want to do it all over again.

and you, poor you, still hasn’t connected the dots that he practically had a mental ‘fuck her here’ checklist. hit it from the back and make you watch through a changing room mirror? check. eat your pussy during a sunset on the beach? check. finger you in the back seat of his car before a dinner date? check. have you suck his dick in his classroom right before his students began to arrive? check, but he thinks he’ll have to do it again, blowjob cut short with the shuffling of shoes approaching down the hall and cum still in his balls instead of down your throat. you always just assuming he was always desperately horny (which for you, he was) so who were you to shame him? if his dick was hard and his balls heavy, who were you to say no and make him wait?

you had no idea, even now, while he spooned you between the flaps of a sleeping bag with his length completely sheathed inside your aching cunt.

“shhh, you don’t want the others to hear you, right, sweetheart?” satoru says against your ear and you can practically hear his smirk as he pulled out his dick, prodding at your puffy lips with his leaky tip before pushing back in again slow enough to send goosebumps across your skin. you could do nothing but whimper against his hand clasped across your face, hips moving back to chase him with every push and pull. “you want nanami to hear you get slutted out in the next tent over, huh? on a school trip no less… when did you get so into risky sex?”

his voice was rough with restraint, with the need to make you drip him for the rest of the night even if the rustling of the tent and the distant sound of animals scurrying among the trees was the only thing masking the soft clap of your ass against his pelvis. you groan again in protest, feeling his palm against your mouth instead move to wrap around your throat, not to squeeze, just to hold and feel the vibrations of your soft moans forming before they pass through your sweet lips.

“‘m not into it-” pure denial, judging by the way your pussy was clenching around him now.

“sure, you’re not,” he agrees but he knows that he did this, made you crave him in those little corners of the public, bodies too close to be decent, panties too wet to be ignored. as his thrusts quicken and wet squelches fill your cozy little tent, he thinks maybe he should tell you about his little checklist. you might even have some ideas of your own.

[gojosmangopie]

satoru rubbing his tip up and down your folds, using his free hand to spread your ass apart so he could watch the way your pussy splits and drools on his skin. suguru is in front of you, slapping his dick on your tongue, your lips, your cheek. you just look so pretty and innocent, their cute little toy, even as pre smeared across your skin and your body shook with need. how could they not take their frustrations out on you?

[gojosmangopie]

[18+] kinktober - day 1: orgasm control + masturbation

“slow down, honey” your syrupy sweet voice projects through satoru’s phone speaker, evoking a whine from him as the shlick from his fist around his cock slows to a painfully teasing tempo. chest heaving and tears starting to brim his fluttering lashes from how long you’ve had him on the edge of insanity.

“babe, please…” his voice shakes, eyes glued to your face on the screen to watch your lips stretch into a pretty smile, the one that always meant trouble. his dick throbbed just looking at you, how can he be expected to survive a day without being in your pussy? And here he is on day 11, completely deprived on a business trip across the country, the only relief being a facetime call with you and his hand. “called you to help me, don’t you feel bad for your poor husband?”

“i am helpin’ you.” teasing. the way you pout so sweetly even with your whole tits in the camera’s view, throat bared just enough for him to imagine wrapping his big hand around it to pull you onto his cock and fuck you so stupid -- ugh, fuck, he really didn’t think he could get any harder for his wife.

“you’ll let me cum then, pretty girl? huh?” voice breathless and needy, oh how the strongest is only ever weak for you. “c,mon, miss you so much- need to cum so fuckin’ bad.”

“‘toru… relax, just wanna watch you for a bit longer.” he could hear squelching of a toy inside your tight cunt behind the camera, but you won’t give him the luxury of seeing the strings of arousal and the creamy mess between your thighs.

well, not yet at least.

[gojosmangopie]

18+

husband!satoru insists on having at least 20 home videos of you guys fucking for him to watch when he’s away on those awful work trips. being gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time was torturous. a man cannot be expected to live so long without his wife, he was starting to feel like it should be illegal.

so when you blush and agree to help him, oh fuck, he’s going all out. directing the videos just the way he likes, making the perfect videos just for him. there’s videos in all your favorite positions, videos of you sucking his cock, of him fingering you slowly, there’s even slow ones where you both forgot the camera was on.

there’s some that are just simply pornographic. his hands firmly grip your hips, your thighs, your ass to bend your over and angle your pussy towards the camera as his dick plunges into you. hands coming to pull your cheeks apart for the lens to get the full view of your wetness and the way your greedy hole sucks him in or the way his wad of spit travels along your slit.

he doesn’t need porn when he has you, you’re the only one who could get his cock hard anyways.

[gojosmangopie]

18+

husband!satoru insists on having at least 20 home videos of you guys fucking for him to watch when he’s away on those awful work trips. being gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time was torturous. a man cannot be expected to live so long without his wife, he was starting to feel like it should be illegal.

so when you blush and agree to help him, oh fuck, he’s going all out. directing the videos just the way he likes, making the perfect videos just for him. there’s videos in all your favorite positions, videos of you sucking his cock, of him fingering you slowly, there’s even slow ones where you both forgot the camera was on.

there’s some that are just simply pornographic. his hands firmly grip your hips, your thighs, your ass to bend your over and angle your pussy towards the camera as his dick plunges into you. hands coming to pull your cheeks apart for the lens to get the full view of your wetness and the way your greedy hole sucks him in or the way his wad of spit travels along your slit.

he doesn’t need porn when he has you, you’re the only one who could get his cock hard anyways.

[and-my-sword]

a princess who only has her hands to entertain herself in the night and the knight who shares a bedroom wall with her and is being tested by god

[sweethearticism]

maybeee bringing back the king of curses into the modern era and keeping him restricted by a binding vow was not a good idea. but really, when does jujutsu society ever make a good decision?

and, maybe, making 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 a teacher and electing you as his guide was a bad move all around. for various reasons.

well, for one. he was rude. secondly, painfully old fashioned so now you're teaching him about cellphones. and lastly?

uh, he wants to eat you.

no, not in the sexy way. not in the 'spread your legs and lemme feast' way. ryomen sukuna actually, wholly, truly. . . wants to sink his teeth into your flesh, and consume you.

“just a bite.” he offers and nudges his chair closer in the teacher's break room. you bite you sandwich and shift further.

“no.” you're muffled, but firm, cutting him a glare over a tomato.

at first this unnerved you. when you were introduced to him and the first thing this bastard did was lick his teeth and grunt that you must taste like the finest of wine. you assumed innuendo.

you were proven wrong when the fucker lunged at you and had to be yanked back by gojo.

now? you're far too used to it.

“this is injust.” he motions to your sandwich, like your combination of lettuce, bacon and tomato was a federal crime. “you are allowed to eat your pathetic, favourite foods. why not me?”

you shoot his another look and nudge the bowl of miso over to him. “you said miso was your favourite.”

“I lied. I want you.”

“I don't know what cannibalistic charm you think you have but it's actually fucking creepy.”

“just a nibble.”

“no.”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato. imagine series? maybe?

[averyjadedemerald]

sukuna lunging:

[gojosmangopie]

THE ZAYNE MYTH PREVIEW omg i screamed

[gojosmangopie]

[18+] weed mention

suguru’s hand curls under your jaw, fingers pressed into the your cheek and rings cold on your skin as he gently leans your head back against the wall.

“open wide, pretty.” he purrs, his free hand moving to guide his leaking tip across your lips, pre smearing like lip gloss before pressing it through. you hum around his cock as he slowly presses further, letting the pink head hit the back of your throat and stilling for a couple long seconds.

“good girl, taking my dick so well, huh?” hips move back to let you breathe again, spit dribbling past your lips before he’s moving back in. it’s a lazy thrust, the kind that says he’s got nowhere to be on this quiet sunday afternoon. a couple of bong rips was all it took to make his cock twitch under his sweats and his eyes wander to your pretty, soft lips, ever so inviting.

“mm..” you hum around his length until he pulls out just enough to let you speak, big eyes looking up at him so cutely. he’d think you were an innocent little thing if one of your hands wasn’t rubbing circles under your panties for being trapped between a wall and his fat cock. “like suckin’ you off, sugu.”

“yeah? you like getting high and letting me fuck your throat, gorgeous?” smirking, his grip on your jaw tightens as the pushes back into your wet mouth, groaning as you gag around him with watery eyes. fuck, you look so perfect like this.

“shit, keep deepthroating me. such a pretty slut for your boyfriend.”

and you’ll moan with him, fingers in your pussy not nearly as thick as his, watching as his dark hair falls to frame his face with every slow thrust. his abs contract, adam’s apple bobbing with each sound passing his lips, and sweat begins to form on his body just from the sheer effort of holding back.

but you know he won’t hold back when he’s got you folded in half with your knees pressed to your tits and cock balls deep in your fluttering hole.

some people like to watch funny movies when they’re high, but suguru, he likes to watch you drool on his cock and take creampies until you’re dripping into the mattress, all nice and messy.

[orbitaria]

[gojosmangopie]

this is my official ‘i’m starting one piece’ post

[gojosmangopie]

you never really understood what you were to satoru. friends? sure. close? yes, but in that way that no one acknowledges it. venting, hang outs, running errands together — best friends that never really called each other ‘best friends’ or anything more.

but then the smallest of things would make you wonder.

he’ll open the car door for you, without fail, when the men you actually dated were never as chivalrous. his hand was already on the handle before you could react, talking about the most trivial things, like it was just second nature to treat you that way.

he pats his thighs during movie nights, a casual invitation to lay your head in his lap. his hand just an inch away from where your shirt rode up on your waist when your eyes flutter shut half way into the slasher he chose. you don't say anything about the way his fingers eventually slide down to rub circles into your skin.

he talks to you on lonely late nights about the future and what it holds while admitting life scares you both. soft breathing and whispers of 'what if we get busy and drift apart?' 'do you really think you could get rid of me that easily, sweets?'. and he’ll talk until your words slur and trail off because he’ll never be the one to hang up first.

in his mind, it’s pretty obvious what you are, he’s just waiting for you to see it too.

[gojosmangopie]

why did tumblr post my kinktober draft early 😭💔