so. i feel like i’ve been beating around the bush for a while now but i think it’s time to make a proper announcement since i keep getting asks in regards to reqs and such;
rawjutsu is officially CLOSED.
as much as it saddens me to leave this blog only a year after i started it, i haven’t had the motivation to write for this fandom in months and current drama within the community has made me uncomfortable with continuing to interact with it. tysm to all my followers and those that continue to read and interact with my writing, love u lil freaks 🫶🏽 bye bye
Hi! I have a question. Can I ask your permission to translate your stuff called jjk men with an easily overstimulated reader? I will indicate all credits
sure go ahead! no need to credit but ty for asking :]
Hii i just want to ask if u've made that new acc you were talking about? :33 a
i did !!! but i forgot the password to it 🤓 LMAO i made the new account then stared at it for an hour then logged out because i was too lazy to set it up </3 but i do want to get to it soon because my hyperfixation on the pitt has been leading me to filling my notes app with lil drabbles i would like to post eventually
i love love love ur fics and so excited and fully supportive of what u choose do in the future but pls pls plsss never deactivate this account i love ur fics too much 😭😭😭
I WILL NEVER!!! dw anon this account is here to stay even if i’m mostly inactive rn <3
I support you in anything you choose to do in the future and wish you the best! I just need you to know I spent the last 10 hours on and off looking for your Yuta gooner fic to reread it lol. Beyond happy to find it again. xoxo.
LOLLLLL omg… the fic that started it all <333 love gooner yuuta
no but actually im sorry for disappearing guys :( my mental health gen took a turn for the worst and i lost all motivation to write </3 and of course i had my annual "am i really bi or am i just a lesbian with a severe case of comphet" moment which is still ongoing and is so much fun
i've been feeling better slowly tho and my motivation for writing has been coming back and i hope to post more BUT... i think i'll be making a new account to post on. i dont have reach anymore on this blog (flopjutsu) and i think the constant breaks havent helped either
im ngl this other hypothetical account might be for solely wlw / sapphic posts and i'll keep this one as a mix for when i wanna post about gojo cock idrk yet i will update yall soon
anon i hope u are fairing well as well as the another anons who left asks checking in on me ily all <333 mooties that may see this hi i hope ur all doing good as well <3
pairing: suguru x afab reader x satoru
inspired by this fanart ˚⟡˖ ࣪
satoru and geto were sick of your constant whining about having no plans for valentine’s day.
“see, baby?” suguru drawled from beneath you, his long black hair falling like a dark curtain over those heavy-lidded eyes, thick and smoldering. “you don’t need some stupid-ass valentine’s date when you’ve got us.”
you tried to speak, but only a choked moan escaped, too wrapped up in the haze of pleasure to form words. sandwiched perfectly between them, you were caught in their relentless grip, suguru’s thick cock buried balls-deep inside you, his fingers circling your clit with slow, teasing strokes that made your whole body shudder. behind you, satoru’s cock pressed hard against your tight asshole, his hands greedily groping your tits, kneading and squeezing with a possessive hunger that made your breath hitch and your nipples harden under his touch.
satoru’s grin widened as he watched your asshole pucker, lips parting around his thick tip. “imagine wasting your time on some lame-ass date when you could be here, getting fucked like the filthy slut you are.”
your eyes blew wide, mouth falling open in a silent, desperate moan as his tip finally pushed past that first ring of muscle. the sensation was sharp — stretching you wide and deep all at once. you were already so achingly full from suguru’s cock nudging at your cervix, and now satoru’s massive cock was forcing its way into your ass, filling you so completely you felt like you might burst.
“fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” satoru groaned, eyes clenched shut as your walls clenched around him like a vice.
suguru’s grip on your waist tightened, his patience thinning as he waited for satoru to fully sink in. his other hand was slick with your wetness, thumb flicking over your dripping cunt, spreading your juices with slow, deliberate strokes that made your skin flush and your breath catch.
“hurry the fuck up, satoru,” suguru growled, voice low and rough. “she’s getting antsy.”
you whimpered, shifting your hips lightly for more friction, eyes glossy and pleading as you looked down at suguru. your body trembled with need, the ache between your legs and the burning stretch in your ass blending into a delicious torment that made your head spin.
“oh? need me to fuck your ass that bad, huh?” satoru teased, slapping your ass hard, making you gasp and shiver.
“just—sh-shut up and fuck me already,” you begged, voice breathless and trembling, words barely more than a desperate whisper.
“say less.”
without another word, they moved in sync, taking turns thrusting so you were filled endlessly. the rhythm was relentless — suguru’s cock sliding deep inside you, hitting every sensitive spot with slow, heavy strokes while satoru’s cock pounded mercilessly into your ass, stretching and filling you with every brutal thrust.
you cried out, feeling like their cocks were trying to crawl down your throat. your nerves were aflame, every inch of you alive and trembling. the wet, slick sounds of skin slapping against skin, your ragged breathing, and their low, guttural groans filled the room, wrapping around you like a heated, filthy symphony.
satoru grabbed your arms, yanking you flush against his chest, his lips biting and sucking at your neck with fierce hunger. his cock hammered into your ass, each thrust driving deeper, stretching you wider, making your body tremble with the exquisite torment of being so thoroughly taken.
your eyes rolled back as suguru’s cock fought against your slick, hungry walls, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and pain. your breath came in ragged gasps, your mind melting into a delicious, overwhelming mush.
suguru’s fingers tightened on your clit, circling faster now, sending sharp jolts of pleasure that made your hips buck involuntarily. satoru’s hands gripped your waist and ass, holding you steady as he fucked you harder, deeper, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.
“fuck, you’re ours tonight,” satoru growled into your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
“mmhm,” you moaned, voice trembling, “all yours.”
your body tensed, every muscle coiling tight as the pleasure built into a roaring crescendo. your pussy clenched hard around suguru’s cock, your ass gripping satoru’s, and your breath coming in desperate gasps as you teetered on the edge.
“cum for us, baby,” suguru urged, his voice low and commanding.
with a shuddering cry, your body exploded with waves of pleasure crashing through you, fierce and consuming. your muscles clenched uncontrollably, and suddenly you squirted, hot and wet, drenching suguru’s chest and dripping down his sides. the sensation was overwhelming, your head spinning, your body trembling and soaked with your own release.
suguru’s fingers only stilled for a heartbeat before circling your clit faster, pushing you over the edge again. his cock throbbed unbelievably harder inside you as he groaned, “that’s it, baby, cum all over my cock. make a fucking mess.”
they didn’t let up — satoru’s cock slammed deep into your ass, hitting every sensitive spot as suguru’s fingers teased your clit mercilessly, unbothered by the way you soaked him. you were completely lost in the sensation, your mind melting into the raw, overstimulation.
as your body kept trembling and your breath shuddered, they followed close behind, their groans deep and guttural as they emptied themselves inside you, marking you as theirs.
you were utterly overwhelmed, head spinning, and soaked with their cum and your own release. you could feel yourself leaking — suguru’s cum dripping from your pussy, mixing with your slick juices, while satoru’s thick load filled your ass, slowly oozing out and coating your skin.
you sagged between them, utterly spent, your body humming with the aftershocks, skin flushed and slick with sweat.
suguru chuckled low, voice rough. “well, aren't you messy?”
your face burned in embarrassment.
satoru smirked, brushing a stray hair from your face. “alright, since you wanted a valentine’s date so bad... how about we all go out to eat? a treat for taking us like a champ.”
you blinked, breathless and sticky still, but a slow, satisfied smile spread across your lips.
“only if dessert means round two.” you whispered, not missing the way the two best friends’ eyes light up.
a/n: this might be COMPLETE buns i wrote it in like an hour after two ish months of not writing at all gg enjoy
I literally froth at the mouth for your genshin content and I saw you reblog about Dom venti and it had me thirsting for more if you're interested in doing any for him <3
a/n: i have officially graduated college so here’s a little treat for my lovely readers :3 shoutout to all my fall semester graduates ♡
everyone on campus knew about professor gojo.
the sunglasses, the cocky grin, the way he strolled through the halls like he owned the whole university. bright hair, bright eyes, bright personality — the type of professor you remembered for the rest of your life, even if he never learned your name.
except he had learned yours.
and then never stopped saying it.
four semesters with him meant you got used to the way those blue eyes lingered on you just a second too long… the way he’d call on you with a grin that made half the class turn and stare… the way you never quite knew if he was teasing you or flirting with you.
(somewhere around semester two, it became pretty clear it was both.)
and now, on your final week before graduation, you found yourself standing outside his office one last time.
you push into the office and the door closes with a soft click—your hands have a habit of doing that now, slowing the world down to just him. the corridor is empty; the campus hum dulled to a patient silence. finals evaporate student bodies into the library and bars; this building is a private world for a little while.
gojo looked up immediately — glasses low on his nose, hair a little messy, a pen tucked behind his ear. he looked every bit the brilliant young professor everyone admired… and then he saw you.
“well, if it isn’t my favorite student,” gojo smirks the second he sees you—sees the way you quietly lock the door behind you. his tone is teasing, but there’s something low and warm behind it. “here for some last-minute cramming like your peers?”
he knows damn well that’s not why you’re here.
you snorted. “yeah, i don’t think anyone is using office hours the way i have.”
his smile widened — boyish, knowing, absolutely up to no good. “mm. that’s right. you’ve always been a little overachiever.”
“and you’ve always liked that.” you crossed your arms and leaned against the door.
“oh, i love that.” he stretched back casually in his chair, legs spreading just a little wider, that damn smirk tugging at his lips. “makes my day, honestly.”
you tried not to react. he definitely noticed.
“you know,” he continued, tapping his pen, “most students come in all nervous, trying to earn last-minute points.” he tilted his head, blue eyes bright and gleaming. “but you… you come in like you already passed.”
“i did pass,” you said.
he let out a soft laugh — low, pleased. “yeah. you did.”
there was a moment. a soft, charged hush.
you stepped closer to his desk. he didn’t move, but his gaze tracked every inch you closed between you.
“so,” you said lightly, “this is it. my last time bothering you.”
gojo clicked his tongue. “tragic. i was really getting used to it.”
you gave him a look. he gave you one right back — the kind that said he was thinking a dozen things he shouldn’t say out loud.
“you’re gonna miss me,” you teased.
he leaned forward, forearms on his desk, eyes locked on yours like he was reading every thought in your head.
“oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, that lazy grin deepening, “you don’t even know.”
you ignored the way your pulse jumped.
gojo’s voice dropped just a little softer, a little warmer.
“c’mere.”
you didn’t even bother with subtlety — you climbed right into his lap, straddling him like you owned the chair. his hands settled on your waist immediately, fingers flexing like he’d been waiting for this all day.
he kissed you like he’d been starving since the last time he saw you, which was really only a few days ago.
heat punched through you the second his mouth slotted against yours—soft at first, then greedy, then downright reckless when you curled your fingers into his hair and rolled your hips down against him. his breath caught, a broken noise spilling into your mouth as his cock twitched under you, hard and already straining.
“fuck—” he muttered against your lips, hands sliding down to grab your ass with both palms, squeezing like he needed the leverage to stay sane. “every damn time you sit on me like this i forget how to think.”
“don’t think then,” you whispered, grinding down again slow enough to make him shudder. “just feel.”
his composure snapped right there.
he hooked an arm under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, laying you across the desk with a thud that rattled the wood. papers fluttered to the floor. books slid off the edge. he didn’t glance at a single one, making quick work of your clothes.
all his focus was on the way your breath hitched when he spread your legs.
“last time.” you reminded him softly.
he looked up at you from between your knees, pupils blown wide.
“then i’m taking my time,” he said, voice dropping dark. “i’m memorizing every fucking thing.”
he dragged your panties down with his teeth—slow, teasing, the warm scrape of his lips making your thighs tremble. he didn’t even touch you yet; he just breathed against your pussy and watched the way you jerked.
“already dripping?” he teased, the smirk wicked. “sweetheart, i haven’t even kissed you here.”
then he did.
a single long, possessive stripe from your entrance to your clit. then another. then he sealed his mouth around your clit and sucked—deep, slow, intentional—like he wanted to bruise nerves.
your hand flew to his hair instantly. “oh god—”
“that’s it,” he hummed, tongue circling your clit in lazy, devastating spirals. “let it all out.”
he slid two fingers into you without warning—thick, knuckle-deep in one push—curling them immediately in that wicked angle he somehow always hit. the sound that tore out of you was embarrassingly loud.
your hips bucked. he pinned them down with his free hand, spreading you open wider, practically holding you there to take it.
the wet sounds were obscene—his fingers pumping into you, his lips sucking wetly at your clit, his breath hot and uneven as he devoured you like you were something he’d been denied too long.
when you tightened around his fingers, he laughed—a low, breathless exhale against your skin that sent shocks up your spine.
“already?” he teased. “c’mon, baby. don’t tell me four semesters and you still can’t last.”
“s-shut up—”
“oh, absolutely not.” he fucked you harder with his fingers, grinding his palm up against your clit in brutal circles. “i want to hear you fall apart.”
and you did.
your orgasm ripped through you like a punch—you clamped around his fingers, thighs squeezing around his head, back arching off the desk as you cried out his name. he moaned into your pussy, loving how you shook.
but he didn’t slow.
he only stopped when your trembling turned into full-body spasms, when you tried to push his head away and he gave your inner thigh a teasing bite.
“sensitive?” he asked, licking his lips shiny. “good.”
he stood, undoing his belt with frantic, messy fingers like he’d been holding back for weeks. when the buckle hit the desk, the metallic clatter echoed—sharp, heavy, promising.
you were still catching your breath, limbs useless, but he manhandled you gently but firmly into position—chest against the desk, ass up, legs trembling and slightly spread apart.
the first drag of his cock through your folds made both of you suck in a breath.
then he pushed in.
one slow, devastating stretch—inch by inch until he bottomed out so deep your vision went white.
“holy—fuck, baby—” he choked, gripping your hips like he might fall apart. “squeezing me like you wanna keep me here.”
he didn’t give you a second.
his hips slammed into yours—hard, fast, all pretenses of control burned away. each thrust shoved the desk an inch across the floor. your nails scraped against the polished wood as he fucked you like he was trying to brand the memory into himself.
his cock drags so perfectly inside you it’s borderline unfair, and he’s playing with your clit like he knows exactly how to unravel you—because he does.
“c’mon, baby,” he murmurs, voice low, eyes half-lidded as he watches his thick cock get swallowed inside you, “gimme another.”
“professor—” you gasp.
his thrusts slow… just enough for him to correct you:
“satoru.”
his tone is soft but commanding. “you can call me satoru now.”
your breath stutters. “satoru… i—”
“yes, baby?” he coaxes, grinning like he already knows what you’re about to say but wants to hear it anyway.
you swallow, cheeks burning.
“i want...you to cum inside me this time.”
that hits him. his grip on your waist tightens, his breath leaving him in one sharp exhale. for months he’s kept himself in check—pulling out, keeping boundaries, pretending there were rules he couldn’t break.
but you just broke the last one.
“fuck,” he mutters, spreading your thighs further apart, shifting his angle so deep you cry out, “who am i to deny my star student?”
the new position wrecks you—his hips slamming into you, his cock grinding against your sweetest spot, his fingers still circling your clit until your whole body seizes.
he grabbed your jaw, turning your head so he could kiss the corner of your mouth, his thrusts never faltering.
“you’re gonna cum again,” he growled. “i can feel it—tight little thing can’t hold back.”
his fingers found your clit, rubbing fast and sloppy, matching the frantic rhythm of his hips. pressure coiled sharp and fast in your stomach, overwhelming, unstoppable.
“satoru—i’m—”
“give it to me,” he begged—actually begged—voice wrecked. “please, baby. cum on my cock—need to feel it—”
you came with a scream, legs giving out, body collapsing into the desk as your orgasm tore through you, shaking you from the inside out. you clenched around him so violently he stuttered forward, choking on a curse as he grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise.
“f—fuck—baby—” he groaned, thrusting once, twice, then burying himself deep with a broken moan as he came inside you, hips trembling, breath shuddering into your neck. “holy shit— you’re ruining me.”
silence. heavy, warm, breathless.
he stays there, chest against your back, kissing your shoulder… then your neck… then down your back.
soft, tender, unhurried.
his hands glide down your waist like he’s memorizing you.
when he finally lifts his head, he looks different—less smug, more serious.
“have dinner with me next weekend.”
the shift from filthy to earnest was whiplash, you blinked at him over your shoulder, dazed.
you blink at him. “you… want to take me on a date?”
he lets out the driest scoff imaginable — somehow still out of breath while acting offended. “oh, please. i’ve been wanting to ask you out since the day you tried to correct me on my research in front of an entire lecture hall.”
you shove at his chest lightly, now turning your body fully to face him. “it wasn’t correcting. i was pointing out inconsistencies.”
“inconsistencies.” he repeats flatly, giving you a look like you just said the sun was a hoax.
you swat him again, cheeks burning. “okay, whatever, professor—”
“satoru,” he corrects instantly, squeezing your thigh like punctuation. “and don’t pretend you weren’t flirting that whole time.”
you stare at him. “flirting? i was arguing with you.”
he grins, smug as hell. “yeah. you know how hot that is?”
you groan into your hands. “i cannot believe i’m agreeing to date you.”
“you say that,” he murmurs, leaning in with that troublemaker smile, “but you’ve been dating me in spirit for like… a year.”
your heart did something stupid and warm.
“so, what do you think?” he asks, quieter now. sincere. “you’d no longer be my student, i can finally take you somewhere nice without us sneaking around.”
you thread your fingers through his bright hair and pull him into another kiss.
“yes, satoru,” you murmur against his lips, “i’ll go on a date with you.”
his smile was instantaneous—boyish and blinding—and then he was sliding his hands down your waist again, lining himself up with a soft groan as lays you back against the desk with that slow, hungry look that promises another round (maybe two).
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