Is it ok to ask for Doppio sfw & nsfw headcanons when y/n fem reader is super into him and wants to go out with him please? Also, she's unaware that he's in the mafia, but he's trying to hide what he does for a living to not scare her off (she ain't going nowhere tho) I can barely find anything of him 🥀♥️and that man drives me crazy
I adore Doppio sm, and Yes ofcourse! Thankyou for the request!!
Vinegar Doppio Headcanons
Tags: NSFW content ahead. reader is fem.
SFW:
Since Doppio started dating you, he's made sure to completely block you off his professional life. He fears that if he ever lets you find out you will suffer some sort of harm, which is another reason why he tries to avoid orders from boss when he is with you, and if he really as to then he might make an excuse like he got a call from somebody, or has to go to the washroom.
With the kind of work Doppio does and his personal life, he finds himself hesitating to hangout with you sometimes. He knows you love him and are super excited to be with him all the time, but for him its just not possible that he can be with you always. But he does make an effort to go out with you every once in a while. And when he can't he sends over gifts, and loving messages on text. Contrary to his eagerness to please he has a poor memory, he makes sure to remember your interests by writing them down somewhere where he can always look.
Doppio is really attentive towards your interests. Say you guys are hanging out somewhere and you mention you like a certain flavor of ice cream- Bam, he will make sure to grab that specific flavor every single time you guys go to get ice cream. Or if you mention you like a specific color he'll buy you gifts in that same color. He just really wants to impress you.
He's really clingy, so he might grab your hand when you guys are walking your put his hand on your shoulder if you guys are sitting somewhere. He'll massage your stomach gently if he's hugging you from behind.
Doppio gets scared by sudden loud noises easily, and he really cannot handle violence and gore much, so he'll automatically turn towards you for comfort, almost instinctively. Your presence really helps him calm down.
NSFW:
There is no doubt about the fact that Doppio overall is submissive. (I mean, just look at him lol.)
Though Doppio can become a switch, it just depends on his mood. (or when he's possessed by Diavolo.) Though his preference in bed is to be a sub, if he's super angry or irritated he might as well dom.
As a sub, Doppio is mostly pleasure oriented. He puts pleasing you above his own sexual needs, its because he drives from your sexual pleasure but he doesn't not mind being pleased by you.
Sub Doppio would definitely be a masochist. He loves to be spanked for behaving disrespectfully, and slapped across the face.
Super compliant and obedient, won't even question your demands, he's eager to please you in every way possible.
Sub Doppio might as well be into Age play and regression. He likes to call you "Mommy" and be addressed as "baby".
Now Dom Doppio is way different, he's aggressive sure but he isn't a sadist, he doesn't like inflicting pain on you in any way.
Dom Doppio definitely curses a lot, has less patience and is overall a lot more rough with the way he handles you. He can be surprisingly strong too. You'd be confused about where that sudden burst of strength comes from.
Humiliation/praise both work for him as a sub, though he likes humiliating you more than praising you as a dom.
This is a lovely request from one of my mutuals @cocoahun (plss I love them sm) and they requested a heian era Sukuna with a commoner reader who fell asleep on the steps of his estate and he takes her in on a whim.
|| Heian Era Sukuna x commoner F!reader ||
Warning: mention of c-nnibalism, or intent to eat human fl3sh. Please avoid if you’re sensitive to such themes.
Mortality.
All the humans had this inevitable and impending doom coming for them.
They day they would die, their futile lives would cease to exist, and another cycle of life would begin for many- being turned into vicious curses.
For someone who ruled over all curses, the world was small and the human beings were like ants, crawling and being crushed.
Sukuna had not an inch of sentimentality for their short lives, or their awfully warm, trusting nature- all of which was useless in the world where he ruled and thrived.
And then there were those humans who fought against curses like him, who put their lives on the line to fight back, to strike, and to defeat him.
Yet still he reigned, and it was obvious why so.
The weather was a calm, gentle spring afternoon. Winds were relatively weaker and the sky had started clearing up.
Sukuna could see the usual movement of people from here to there, their voices rang faintly across his estate on the hilltop. His footsteps thudded against the soft tatami of the floor imposingly. His figure large enough to engulf a human entirely.
As he had stepped out of the estate gate, he couldn’t believe the sight that occurred in front of him.
He saw the small frame of someone laying unconscious on the steps of his estate, the image growing until he stood directly above them, his shadow looming over their frail figure.
“tsk..” Sukuna’s brows rose in slight annoyance at this uninvited visitor, who had no idea whose territory they had just trespassed.
He took a long, observatory look over their fallen figure— the way their hair fell across their face and their shoulders, the slight creases in their kimono as they lay there rather gracefully, or how slightly melancholic their expression seemed as they had blissfully passed out on his steps.
Humans were so unassuming, but he found this one to be the most unassuming of all.
Sukuna stood there for a long time, a pair of arms resting idly on his hips while the other were crossed over his chest. Blood red irises narrowing onto the faint bruises he noticed on their knees and legs.
For a moment, Sukuna debated whether he should just end their pitiful life, and consume their body for lunch. The mouth on his stomach stuck its tongue out as he thought long and far about the idea.
Should he ask Uraume to slice their body in consecutive parts, perhaps have the breasts, thighs and buttocks cooked separately in a savoury broth?
But then again, he didn’t believe their weak body would satisfy his hunger at all, and he did not wish to do extra work just to get by his biological demands.
So he scooped them up in one pair of his arms, walking back towards the estate gate as he watched them shiver slightly.
“how carefree, in a world inhabited by monsters like me.., this is a dangerous habit.”
He mused, a cruel smirk plastered across his face. He inched a hand towards their face, brushing a stray lock of hair away from their face.
They were rather beautiful, and it would be a shame to not admit such a blatant fact.
Eventually, he sat down on the veranda, crossing his legs. A pair of his strong arms rested besides his frame, the other pair shifted the woman onto his lap, cradling her.
Sukuna noted that this unknown woman, had a certain charm to her. She wasn’t the most captivating, but something about her sleeping form in his arms provoked a different reaction from what he usually had for most humans.
His arms felt the supple warmth of her body, his hands splaying across their back, effectively and effortlessly caging them.
Her skin was as soft as thousand cherry blossom petals woven into a fabric. He felt like he was holding a porcelain doll in his arms.
“Ahh.., what a nuisance. I didn’t expect to be occupied with this..”
Sukuna let out an exasperated sigh, pursing his lips as he sat there, letting the world pass by him as the woman in his arms curled up to his body. So unsuspecting, so… innocent.
Time passed quietly, and it felt like this little human was too stubborn to wake up anytime soon. Sukuna let a finger travelling down and twirl a lock of their hair idly. He stared long at their face, at how they were trying to snuggle into his warmth.. the warmth of the king of curses.
“Looks like this human has no intention of waking up..”
Sukuna let out a long sigh, scratching the back of his neck. He slid a hand over his haori, pulling it over from his shoulders and draping it around their body.
He snaked a hand behind their head, slightly pulling it upwards as if to analyse it even more profoundly, from up close. How their eyelids fluttered softly when sunlight hit at just the right angle, their slightly parted lips.
Uraume loomed behind, bowing their head as their gaze fell over to the smaller presence of a human and to their surprise— being held by their master. They assumed it was probably because Sukuna had chosen to eat them.
“Master Sukuna… should I prepare the food for you?”
Sukuna let out a loud, unabashed laugh, the rumble of his laugh seemed to jostle the lithe woman ever so slightly.
“No. Im thinking.., maybe I wish to toy with this human a little longer.”
Sukuna was greedy, and he didn’t care for what didn’t prove to be of benefit. And so he had decided that he intended to play with this human as much as he could.
ꕤ synopsis: the desk gets a lot more use than just grading papers. goo kim has never been good at following rules. especially when it comes to you.
warnings: mdni, smut (fingering, oral sex (f), p in v, desk sex, praising, unprotected sex), established relationship, professor/student dynamic (both adults), overuse of the words ‘fuck’ and ‘fucking’, goo should probably be warning himself
a/n: this was hella rushed 😭
you’re still in his office long after the last student left. the hallway outside is quiet, the kind of quiet that only happens when the whole building has emptied out. goo is leaning back in his chair, his blonde hair a little messy from running his hands through it all day, glasses slightly crooked on his nose. he’s been grading papers for hours and you can tell by the way he keeps sighing and muttering under his breath.
“you’re still here, baby,” he says, voice low and amused. “didn’t i tell you to go home already?”
you shrug, perched on the edge of his desk like you own the place. “didn’t feel like it.”
he grins, that sharp little smile that always makes your stomach flip. “dangerous answer. you know what happens when you stay past office hours.”
you do. you know exactly what happens. it’s been happening for months now- ever since the night you finally stopped pretending this was just some fling and he stopped pretending he wasn’t completely obsessed with you. dating a professor is messy as hell, but goo has never once cared about rules. he only cares about you. and you.
he stands up, walks around the desk, and stops right in front of you. his hands settle on your thighs, thumbs rubbing slow circles. “look at you. sitting there like you’re waiting for something.”
“maybe i am.”
“yeah?” he leans in, lips brushing your ear. “tell me what you want.”
you don’t answer with words. you just grab the front of his shirt and pull him between your legs. his mouth finds yours immediately—hungry, a little messy, tasting like the coffee he’s been drinking all afternoon. he kisses like he had been wanting this the whole day. completely focused on making you fall apart. his hands slide up under your skirt, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips.
“fuck,” he mutters against your lips. “you’ve been wet for me this whole time, haven’t you?”
you nod, already breathing harder. he doesn’t wait. one hand slips between your thighs, pushing your panties aside like they personally offended him. two fingers slide through your folds and he groans when he feels how soaked you are.
“goddamn, baby. dripping just from sitting in my office. you’re so fucking needy.”
he starts rubbing slow circles over your clit, watching your face the entire time. every time your breath stutters he smirks. when he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them just right, your head drops forward onto his shoulder.
“there it is,” he whispers. “that little sound you make when i’m inside you. love that shit.”
he fingers you like he’s got all the time in the world- slow, deep, thumb pressing firm against your clit. every time you get close he eases off, making you whimper and dig your nails into his arms.
“please—goo-
“please what?” he asks, voice all soft and teasing. “use your words, my gorgeous girl.”
“make me cum. please, goo—
he doesn’t make you wait this time. his fingers speed up, curling hard against that sweet spot that makes your thighs shiver. you come with your face buried in his neck, moaning his name like a prayer. he keeps working you through it until you’re trembling and oversensitive.
then he’s on his knees.
he yanks your panties down and tosses them somewhere behind him. the second his mouth is on you, you almost fall off the desk. he eats you out like he’s starving- tongue flat and messy, sucking on your clit until your hips are rolling against his face. he holds your thighs open with both hands, keeping you right where he wants you.
“fuck—goo—i can’t—
“you can. i’ll make you,” he says against your pussy, voice rough. “gonna give me another one. right fucking now.”
you do. ofcourse you do. you come again with his tongue inside you, thighs clamping around his head, fingers tangled in his pink hair. he doesn’t stop until you’re twitching and gasping for air.
when he stands back up his mouth is shiny and he’s grinning like the smug bastard he is. he wipes his chin with the back of his hand and then kisses you deep, letting you taste yourself.
“my turn,” he mutters.
he spins you around so you’re bent over his desk, papers scattering everywhere. you hear the sound of his belt, the zipper, and then the thick head of his cock is pressing against you. he doesn’t tease this time. he just sinks in. filling you until your forehead is pressed to the wood and you’re moaning like you’re being ruined.
“shit,” he groans. “still so fucking tight. every single time.”
he starts moving, hips snapping forward hard enough that the desk creaks. one hand grips your hip, the other reaches around to rub your clit again in fast circles. the wet sounds of him fucking you fill the quiet office. every thrust drags a broken little noise out of you.
“you take me so well mama,” he pants. “look at you. bent over my desk like a good girl. anyone could walk in right now and see how gorgeous you look stuffed full of my cock.”
the thought alone makes you clench around him. he curses and fucks you harder, chasing his own high. when you come again. shaking, barely able to stay upright. he follows right after, burying himself deep and filling you up. you feel every pulse of it. you feel so full.
he stays there for a second, chest pressed to your back, breathing hard. then he presses a soft kiss between your shoulder blades.
“baby…i love you,” he murmurs. “even when you keep me late and make a mess of my office.”
you laugh, still a little out of breath. “you love the mess.”
he pulls out carefully, turns you around, and kisses you again. slower this time. god he’s so cute.
“yeah,” he admits, smiling against your mouth. “i really fucking do.”
𑣲Synopsis: You, Gojo and Geto love movie night. Maybe a lil too much. Wc: 3k MDNI Photo creds @ Suhmizu on tw
For my lovely mutual @heongiu I'm sorry it took so long!
Tags: Gojo x fem!reader x Geto, no curses au, threesome, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, PIV, fingering, dp, two in one hole, creampies galore, finger sucking, overly freaked out, nasty smut, a lil sum sum at the end, not proofread.
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Movie night is almost religious between the three of you. Gojo never let you miss it, insisting that every Saturday you go over to Geto’s place and put on whatever the former wanted to watch. You managed to get a couple movie recommendations in, but the majority wound up being whatever trashy ‘bonding’ movie the white-haired man got his hands on. Suguru getting an ask in was out of the question. However, on the incredibly rare occasion he did offer his input, things were a lot more interesting. That held up no differently tonight when you went to Suguru’s place yet again; tonight the dark haired man had picked the movie, much to Satoru’s dissatisfaction. You sat between the two, leaning back into the couch cushions and sighing as the video loaded. For once both men were silent, eyes glued to the screen as the opening scene began to roll, utterly deadpan. You wondered absently what was going on; perhaps they found the movie uninteresting or perhaps they’d argued before you got there. Either way it was unnatural for the two to be so still. Bickering, joking, inhaling snacks: all of these were the norm for your movie nights and the absence of them made you grow anxious. You looked to Geto. His eyes flickered down to meet yours questioningly. He raised a brow. You looked away from him and went back to watching the movie, though Geto’s steady gaze had flustered you a little. What you didn’t see was the way Geto glanced across to where Satoru was sitting, as though silently goading him. Do it. I thought you said you’d do it, Satoru.
Gojo swallowed. He stuck his tongue out at Geto above your head, scrunching up his nose childishly. Then he very slowly made his move. “Y/n!” Gojo whined, pawing at you and putting on a clingy act, “you’re too far away. Come here.”
You squeaked in surprise as he lifted you without effort and dumped you on his lap. His head rested atop yours, arms wrapped around your waist, thigh pressed right up between your legs. You were frozen in place. Geto tried to subdue his amusement and keep up his casual stare. “‘Toru! Let go of me.”
“I don’t think I will. Why’re you so mad, hm? I’m just holding you…” His voice lowered as he spoke, leaning down until his hot breath hit your ear and made you shiver. You squirmed once, and then promptly stopped when you felt his thigh between your legs. You needed to stay still. Very still.
“Satoru you brute. Poor girl can’t breathe.” Geto gave you a mock sympathetic look, and gave Gojo an unimpressed one. His eyes, however, sparkled with amusement. The movie went on, chattering voices overlapping eachother and occasional bouts of cinematic music. You stayed stiff as a board on the blue-eyed man’s lap. The action of sitting you down on him had seemed to bring life back to Satoru, the way he kept shifting below you to exclaim how terrible the movie was or snag a snack away from Geto was making you feel warm. Heat snaked across your skin and staying still became infinitely harder; a hot rush of shame shot up your spine when you realised you were getting worked up by the perpetual flexing of his thigh and the heat of his chest against your back. Satoru’s hands were constantly readjusting and his palms bushed against your tits every time he went to wrap his arms back around you. When he leaned forward your clothed cunt rubbed against the thick muscle of his thigh and you had to suppress the urge to continue rocking your hips by yourself to chase the satisfying friction. Your panties were getting damper. Geto’s eyes were on you. You could feel his dark eyes boring into the side of your skull and you determinedly kept your gaze forward and on the actors on the screen. You had no clue what the plot of this useless ass film was. Satoru put his chin on your shoulder.
“What do you think?”
What did you think? You hadn’t been listening to the conversation at all, too busy focusing on not getting wet at the constant touchiness Satoru was prone to. And now you were faced with a question. You stammered. “I uhm- I’m sorry, repeat?”
Geto almost laughed from the other end of the tiny couch. Gojo sighed and shook his head with a subtle smirk. “Oh, don’t worry. Just watch. Suguru’s crappy movie looks like it’s actually getting interesting.” You turned your face to the screen again, completely clueless. You were squirming imperceptibly, tiny little twitches that pressed his thigh up into your steadily pulsing pussy and pushed his arms up to brush the undersides of your breasts. Your nipples were hardening from the maddening feel of hands touching you, but not quite there. You shifted and held your breath like it was gonna do anything about your current position. Suguru was still watching you.
“Satoru, she doesn’t look too good.” He hummed sympathetically. He cooed at you. “Satoru’s squishing you, huh. You wanna come here?”
You paused, not wanting to offend Satoru by sliding off his lap but not entirely trusting Geto’s honey-sweet tone either. You bit your lip. Fuck it. The lesser of the two evils it was! You turned your head to try to give Gojo an apologetic look, before detaching yourself from his arms. “I wasn’t even doing anything Sugu!” He whined. You shared a look with Geto and the two of you huffed in amusement. Gojo was ridiculously clingy when it came down to it. Gojo rolled his eyes at the two of you. You sat back down in the middle, but it looked like Suguru had other plans when he asked you if you wanted to get off of his best friend’s lap. This time it was Geto’s arms around you and his- you daresay- thicker thigh between yours. “Sugu-”
“Shh. Watch the movie. I’m gonna quiz you on it, so pay attention. I’m sure you can focus better without Satoru holding you so tight, am I right?”
This evil, evil man. He had no intention of letting you focus any better at all. You begrudgingly relented and leaned back into his chest with confusion all over your face. And then it started.
If you thought Satoru’s touchiness had been bad, Geto didn’t even try to hide his. His large hands cupped your tits, giving you ten times more friction than Gojo had and bouncing his knee idly beneath you in a way that bumped your clit and got you even wetter. You were fully squirming now, trying not to enjoy being practically fondled and struggling to do so. That officiated it. They were doing this on purpose, or at least Suguru was. You weren’t sure about Gojo. Little by little you began to roll your hips to match his flexing thigh, inhaling sharply when he squeezed your tits without a word and continuously brushed your nipples where they pebbled through your shirt. You felt hot and overwhelmed and needy, the touches were working you up and yet they just weren’t enough. In all your lustful haze you’d forgotten about Satoru, who, when you looked over guiltily, was watching you with a hungry expression on his face. He was hard. Your eyes widened at the unmistakeable swell in his sweatpants over his crotch, it was so hard you could practically see the veins of his cock through the soft material of his sweats. His best friend’s hands on your body somehow got him even harder; the sight of you worked up and confused and unable to do anything about it sent blood right down to his head and he was growing twitchy and impatient. Suguru had agreed to share you before you came around, but it looked like you were being hogged. Gojo reached a hand out to your face. “You’re still having trouble focusing, hm?”
Your breathing stuttered. Geto laughed behind you, and the vibration ran through his chest to your back. “Focus on me instead, sweets.”
Satoru squished your cheeks in a warm hand. His face inched closer and closer to yours until you gasped and screwed your eyes shut and scrunched your nose in anticipation. Cute. Gojo took a second to look at you, chuckled, and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes damn near flickered open when he shoved his tongue in your mouth immediately; his other hand came down to squeeze the soft skin of your thigh. Those long, deft fingers of his inched upwards as he kissed you stupid, and you moaned helplessly into his mouth when he reached the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You broke apart with a sharp inhale; eyes half lidded, spit glistening on your lips and stringing between both of your mouths.
“So pretty. Look at you. Look at her, Suguru.”
“I’m looking.”
You turned to face the dark-haired man, and Geto’s unmistakable heady expression made you falter. Oh. You were in trouble.
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“Say ahh-” Gojo patted your cheek, trying desperately to keep up his cocky composure, but your plush, pretty, spit soaked lips had him knitting his eyebrows together in the most gorgeous of focused expressions. You were facing Satoru on the couch, movie long forgotten, entirely zoned in on pressing chaste little kisses to his throbbing cock. His tip was an angry flushed red and it oozed sticky strings of pre that slipped down to his balls every time you pressed those kisses to the underside of his veiny shaft; the milky substance coated your lips with every fervent smooch to his balls, his base, his glossy, twitching head. Behind you, Geto was working on your drooling pussy. He had his hands on the soft, round fat of your ass, spreading you open unabashedly to take a good long look at his work. Your pussy glistened and your back arched in anticipation as you felt him rub his thumb lovingly along your slit. You directed your focus with great effort back to Satoru and did as he instructed. Gojo tapped his glazed ruby tip on your tongue, breathing out in long, low moans that matched each pat of his dick to your face. He whimpered, rubbing his cock over your pretty cheeks and staring at the glistening sheen of pre that left a trail wherever he slapped the heavy length of his dick. You whined.
“Lemme suuck. Wanna suck it ‘Toru.”
Oh fuck. Oh fuckkk. Gojo almost came right there. His head entered the hot confines of your mouth and the two of you let out twin moans; Gojo, because your mouth felt divine, and you, because Geto had just sunk his long, dextrous fingers into your syrupy cunt. Suguru fucked his middle and index fingers into your pussy from behind as though attempting to gouge out your insides; his movements were almost clinical in the way he rolled your clit under his thumb every time the base of his fingers met your sopping hole. You squealed at the sensation around Gojo’s dick and Satoru jerked his hips forward violently, fucking his cock down your slippery throat. Tears pricked your eyes from the simultaneous stimulation of Geto fingering your pussy and Gojo stroking your face as he pushed his cock into it.
“Mmh oh, you’re such a good girl.” Satoru slurred, grinding his cock into your hot mouth as you gagged and choked, desperately trying to take it all. Suguru groaned low and hard behind you, the hand stabilising him on your ass moved away and you were left with the cold ghost of where it had been; quiet little ‘shlllck, squelch, schlick’s emerged from somewhere behind you that told you Geto was jerking himself off as he fingered you.
“Be good. Stay righttt there, baby, be good.” Geto replaced the loss of his other hand with his mouth, dipping his head into the dripping mess between your thighs and licking a sloppy, saliva filled stripe from your clit to your slick-soaked, fluttering hole. You could only whine around Satoru’s cock.
“Just f-fuck her, Suguru. Wan’- ohhhh yeah- feel you fuck her onto my dick.” Gojo whimpered, uncontrollably shoving his length down your throat; his heavy balls hit your bottom lip in his feverish, horny stupor and dripped milky strings of saliva and pre down your chin to your neck.
“You’re so fuckin’ impatient, Satoru.” Geto shuffled forward, retracting his fingers from your pussy with an obscene squelch. His brow furrowed. He rubbed his dick up against the swathes of slick between your legs. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to get him to push in. The filthy sound of you sucking Satoru off overran the audio from the movie, and Suguru at last sank the head of his weeping cock into your heat. You pulled off of Gojo’s dick to gasp, mewling at the incredible stretch from just the head; Geto was immeasurably big. He was huge. He groaned and his hips stuttered, he pushed himself all the way in and plugged your pulsing cunt full with him. He moved his hips back. The noise from where the two of you were connected was the nastiest, loudest slurrrrp. You babbled mindlessly, collapsing onto Satoru’s lap with his spit-soaked dick resting on your cheek, “’s sooo big!! Too much!”
Geto gathered what little composure he could and with a focused grunt, started up a slow rhythm that quickly tuned into him pistoning his cock into your poor, gooey pussy. Satoru stroked your face. He eased himself back into your mouth with a mumbled ‘you okay?’ You just suckled on the fat tip, unable to do much more than let Geto’s thrusts push you forward and get you to throat Satoru’s cock deeper. Tears pricked your eyes. “Oh- fuck- Suguru, look at her, she’s cryin’! Soooo good, aren’t you? Fuck, I wish I could’ve eaten you out.”
You let out a choked sob of pleasure around Gojo’s dick in response. Geto huffed with the effort of trying to shove his dribbling cock into you; your walls were so tight and sucking him in so adamantly he could barely listen to what Satoru was talking about.
“S-Satoru,” the dark haired man stammered- a rare phenomenon, “shut up. You wanna taste her so bad, suck on my fingers.”
Before Satoru could respond, Geto pushed the fingers that had been inside you into Gojo’s mouth, and the latter moaned at the taste of your wet pussy on his best friend’s fingers.
You were fucked out of your mind. You couldn’t register anything beyond the blinding pleasure you were feeling, and the gradual buildup of your orgasm. Shit. You were going to cum. You squealed around Satoru’s cock and creamed all over Geto’s. Tears slipped down your squished, puffy cheeks. Suguru groaned at the spasming of your pussy around his length.
“C-cumming! Shitshitshit, ’m cumming!” Satoru soaked the inside of your mouth with his pearly seed, groaning deeply as he jerked his hips up, once, twice, three times into your welcoming throat, not minding how it overflowed and sloshed out. You gulped it down, sliding your lips off with an audible ‘pop’ and panting heavily as Gojo turned to mush before your eyes. Geto whimpered- actually whimpered at the vulgar noises and snapped his hips flush to yours, his balls hit your clit and he nutted right inside you with a pained moan.
“Come here.”
What was with these guys’ stamina? Suguru pulled you so your sweaty back was flush with his chest. You heaved out breaths as his cock slipped out of you and his cum leaked out. Satoru stared at the image in front of him. His eyes were wide as he gazed at the creamy mess Suguru had made of your pussy. He shuffled closer to kiss you.
“So pretty. You can take me too, can’t you?”
You regretted nodding your head.
Satoru fucked his hips into you; he stretched your tight hole out on top of the already overwhelming stretch of Suguru’s dick. Both. Balls deep in your cunt. You were convulsing; your hole fluttered helplessly trying to accommodate the both of them. Suguru reached up from behind you to roll your nipples between his fingers. You were about to burst, whining incoherent words into Gojo’s mouth.
“You’re doing hah- so well.” Geto groaned beneath you and it resonated into your back through his chest. Gojo’s hand shoved itself between your bodies to rub your clit and you moaned obscenely, lavishing in the praise. Plap, plap, plap.
“Fuck, Sugu, I can feel your dick moving inside her,” Gojo broke away from your mouth to whimper into your shoulder; both of them fucked into you- when Geto pulled out, Gojo pushed in.
“She’s close, Satoru, don’t fucki- don’t stop.” You twitched, feeling something snap and a gush as you squirted all over Satoru’s lower half. Gojo creamed inside you two seconds into feeling you cumming around both of their dicks. His swollen tip swabbed inside you. His cum sploshed out and trickled down Suguru’s balls. The dark-haired man groaned, bucking his hips up to squirt his seed into you for the second time. Creamy rings adorned the bases of their dicks. The three of you panted hard. Gojo crushed you onto Geto’s chest, completely boneless as the aftershocks of his orgasm ran through him. Slowly, the two pulled out, leaving your wrecked pussy to gape around nothing.
“Shit… 'can’t move,” you mumbled, rolling over to nuzzle your face into Geto’s neck tiredly. Gojo squashed himself behind you and the three of you lay there, fucked out.
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“Why won’t that asshole answer his phone?” Toji sighed and opened the unlocked door to Suguru’s place. Good thing the door was open, or he might’ve had to break it in and interrogate the tall bastard as to where exactly his stuff was.
“Oi! Geto!” Toji called out. “Where’s-” Toji abruptly cut himself off at the sight of you, naked, between the very man he was looking for and a familiar mess of white hair. He stared. Then his scarred lip curled into a smirk.
“Oh. No wonder you didn’t answer your phone.... Room for one more?”
A/N hope you liked it! I'm not used to writing for these two at all, I won't lie. Expect possible multiple posts over the next few days because I'm trying to stop hiding in my drafts.
Is it ok to ask for Doppio sfw & nsfw headcanons when y/n fem reader is super into him and wants to go out with him please? Also, she's unaware that he's in the mafia, but he's trying to hide what he does for a living to not scare her off (she ain't going nowhere tho) I can barely find anything of him 🥀♥️and that man drives me crazy
I adore Doppio sm, and Yes ofcourse! Thankyou for the request!!
Vinegar Doppio Headcanons
Tags: NSFW content ahead. reader is fem.
SFW:
Since Doppio started dating you, he's made sure to completely block you off his professional life. He fears that if he ever lets you find out you will suffer some sort of harm, which is another reason why he tries to avoid orders from boss when he is with you, and if he really as to then he might make an excuse like he got a call from somebody, or has to go to the washroom.
With the kind of work Doppio does and his personal life, he finds himself hesitating to hangout with you sometimes. He knows you love him and are super excited to be with him all the time, but for him its just not possible that he can be with you always. But he does make an effort to go out with you every once in a while. And when he can't he sends over gifts, and loving messages on text. Contrary to his eagerness to please he has a poor memory, he makes sure to remember your interests by writing them down somewhere where he can always look.
Doppio is really attentive towards your interests. Say you guys are hanging out somewhere and you mention you like a certain flavor of ice cream- Bam, he will make sure to grab that specific flavor every single time you guys go to get ice cream. Or if you mention you like a specific color he'll buy you gifts in that same color. He just really wants to impress you.
He's really clingy, so he might grab your hand when you guys are walking your put his hand on your shoulder if you guys are sitting somewhere. He'll massage your stomach gently if he's hugging you from behind.
Doppio gets scared by sudden loud noises easily, and he really cannot handle violence and gore much, so he'll automatically turn towards you for comfort, almost instinctively. Your presence really helps him calm down.
NSFW:
There is no doubt about the fact that Doppio overall is submissive. (I mean, just look at him lol.)
Though Doppio can become a switch, it just depends on his mood. (or when he's possessed by Diavolo.) Though his preference in bed is to be a sub, if he's super angry or irritated he might as well dom.
As a sub, Doppio is mostly pleasure oriented. He puts pleasing you above his own sexual needs, its because he drives from your sexual pleasure but he doesn't not mind being pleased by you.
Sub Doppio would definitely be a masochist. He loves to be spanked for behaving disrespectfully, and slapped across the face.
Super compliant and obedient, won't even question your demands, he's eager to please you in every way possible.
Sub Doppio might as well be into Age play and regression. He likes to call you "Mommy" and be addressed as "baby".
Now Dom Doppio is way different, he's aggressive sure but he isn't a sadist, he doesn't like inflicting pain on you in any way.
Dom Doppio definitely curses a lot, has less patience and is overall a lot more rough with the way he handles you. He can be surprisingly strong too. You'd be confused about where that sudden burst of strength comes from.
Humiliation/praise both work for him as a sub, though he likes humiliating you more than praising you as a dom.
Gang im bouta start college next week I can’t believe it 🥹🥹🥹…
Thankyou so much for all the support everyone has given me, its been 4 years to this account, and im so grateful to everyone who’s showed me and my posts love. I love you all very much. It wouldn’t have been possible without you guys. 🩷🩷🩷
They fucking GROPED AND BEAT AND FIRED FUCKING TEAR GAS AT THE STUDENTS! There are women and children there! And you're still defending the government? This is beyond inhumane. I cannot believe the country I'm living in.
