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@sacredpr0mise
i love when a guy lets me know he jerks off to me. like yes tell me how hard i get you
call me greedy but i need to watch
“are you seeing anyone?” Like… hallucinating?
aftercare with gojo holds a special place in my heart. he just let you in in the most vulnerable way. please take care of him. <\3
satoru gojo x top male reader
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satoru was a mess, both physically and emotionally. his mind was racing, yet at the same time, it was blank. he felt numb, yet his body thrummed with frantic energy.
his white hair was splayed out against the pillows, soft, damp strands spread out on the fabric, his hair blending in slightly.
you couldn’t help but reach a hand up, carding through the strands, pushing his hair back, forehead damp with sweat, a testament to the passion and heat you two had shared.
he was exhausted. that much was obvious.
he had cum all over his stomach, old and new, slowly pooling in his abs. he had lost track of how many times he’d came, mind simply switching off in favor of pleasure. he also had your cum dripping out of him, a big wet patch on your sheets that you were definitely gonna have to clean.
his eyes were half lidded, legs still lazily wrapped around you, a stray tear sliding down his cheek. even in his exhaustion, he still looked like the most gorgeous thing in the world. if anything, he looked more gorgeous, all spent and tired because of you.
his hand slides from the back of your neck to your shoulder, slowly tracing his finger around the shape of your shoulder blade. a mindless, subconscious ministration, a way for him to keep touching you in this state.
his body was littered with bites and marks, hickies traveling from his inner thighs to the back of his neck. he could feel bruises forming all over. he welcomed the pain, enjoying the reminder of how good you made him feel.
satoru didn’t normally feel in general. his infinity hadn’t just made a barrier to protect him—it made a barrier to keep out all and any touch.
the touch you gave him—the way you made him feel. it was so intense, so mind-numbing. it was so rare for satoru to let anyone see him exposed. letting you in like this? it was a whole other level.
“satoru…”
you murmur, making sure to keep your voice low, not wanting to alarm him or ruin the intimate moment.
after a small pause, he slowly tilts his head up, blown, crystal blue eyes finding yours. he looked so small, so drained. you wanted nothing more than to protect him and take care of him.
“..mm?”
he hums lowly, too slumped to even properly form words. his body was doing most of the talking, but that was fine, you knew how to read satoru gojo. years of carefully picked out words and actions led to this, and it was all worth it.
he was worth it.
“you want me to clean you up, baby?”
you didn’t really need to ask; you were going to no matter what he said. you would never leave him alone or left like this.
he only nods, arms slowly wrapping around your neck once more, only this time he’s waiting for comfort and reassurance instead of friction and dirty talk.
your hands come down, gently wrapping around his calves and wrapping them around your waist again, satoru getting the hint, weakly tightening them, hopefully enough to not fall loose.
you shuffle off the bed, bare feet finding the floor, slowly standing up with a 6’3 baby in your arms.
he buries his face in your neck, warm breath hitting your neck as you walk to the bathroom, one arm wrapped under satoru, the other wrapped around his back, holding him against you.
the bathroom tile is cold under your feet, hand searching the dark wall for the light switch and turning the dim light on. walking in and carefully sitting satoru down on the closed toilet seat. leaning in and a quick kiss to his hair before turning the shower on.
the sound of water running fills the room, filling the comfortable silence.
it was peaceful. there was no rushing, no expectations. it was just you and him. he was waiting for you.
you keep your hand under the water, waiting for it to heat up. when it reaches the perfect temperature, you turn back, arms gently slipping under his arms, hoisting him up against you.
you help maneuver satoru into the shower, basically just carrying him as he leans all 200 lbs of him against you.
his arms were wrapping around your waist, legs trying to tangle with yours, even as you both stood there, water starting to wash away all the fluids and sweat away.
you steady him, hands finding his waist and holding him up right, satoru tried clinging onto you, even as you reached for the shampoo, uncapping it and squirting some into your palms, starting to run it through his.
he practically melted into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, a content sigh leaving his lips as your hands comb through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp, earning a low purr from the man.
the water cascades over both of you, sending soapy suds all over satoru from his hair, the clean, fruity smell of the expensive shampoo he had sitting in there filling the room.
it was all very satoru.
the shampoo soaks for a minute before you bring him close, tilting his head and washing his hair out, freehand covering his eyes to make sure he gets no water in them.
satoru was all very docile throughout this, thoroughly fucked and done. he trusted you completely. he trusted you with his whole life, of course, he trusted you to wash him off.
after making sure all the shampoo gets washed out, you grab the conditioner, it was a matching set to the bottle of shampoo, the same designer brand he loved.
as you go to put the soap in his hair, you pause for a moment, just taking in the visual of your boyfriend.
his head was tilted back, chin up. his eyes were closed, hair wet and flat against his face, only making his features sharper, even prettier. his lips were soft, a beautiful light pink, perfectly matching the blush that always lingered when he was around you.
his pale skin bloomed with flashes of red and purple, teeth marks dotting his body. his chest rose and fell, slowly, signaling just how comfortable he truly was.
you were his home. he saw you staying by his side for the rest of his life. he saw himself getting used to this. he saw himself sharing a bed and a home with you. he saw himself sharing a life with you.
you repeat your motions from earlier, working the conditioner into his hair, feeling it turn even softer in your fingers, knowing you were gonna bury your nose in those strands the second you two were out of the shower and under your covers.
satoru stayed put the entire time, letting your hands roam his hair freely, corners of his lips upturned just a hint.
by the time the two of you leave the shower, your skin was starting to prune. the warmth and steam making you and satoru more lethargic and clingy.
you both stumble out of the shower, your hand staying in satorus as you grab a towel, turning with a smile and starting to dry him off.
you start with his hair, scrubbing the towel all over his hair, making sure to dry him well, then sliding it down, drying his shoulders, chest, and arms, then his stomach and thighs, his legs and back.
before you could act, he takes the towel from you, tugging you forward, sleepy eyes watching as he starts mimicking your actions, rubbing the towel all over your head, then going down.
a smile found your face, he was so cute. the way he just took the towel. he wanted to help too, and you loved it.
the two of you don’t bother with clothes, ditching the towel on the bathroom floor and making a run for the bed, craving the warmth and safety of the blankets, not the cool air of the air conditioner.
you basically carried him to the bed, his legs still too jelly to work properly, but you didn’t mind. you’d carry him around all day if he just asked.
the warmth of the sheets completely contrasts the coolness of the outside air. now the closeness and intimacy of being skin to skin under the blankets filled the room.
satoru had curled up next to you the second he was on the mattress, leg thrown over your hip, arm wrapping around your waist, his face pressing against your chest.
your arms wrapped around him tight, legs intertwining with his, wanting to pull him as close as possible. you pulled the covers up high, pulling them up over satoru, making sure he stays warm.
your skin was already warm, so soft and smooth, and you smelled so good. satoru felt like he was in paradise. he didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but he hoped it would never end.
he loved this. he honestly, truly loved this. he loved you.
being able to just lay in your arms, being able to complain about being sore. it was a privilege, one that he was not going to be ungrateful for.
he knew his body was going to be telling a different story tomorrow, but he didn’t care.
if he had to deal with a bit of soreness and inconvenience, so be it. it would be worth it for you. anything is worth it for you.
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“…baby?”
a low whisper breaks you from your dreams, a haze of sleepiness clouding your mind as you struggle to blink open your eyes, the sight of white hair filling your view.
“satoru?”
you grumble out, voice deep and raspy from being woken up. you could see the small pout on his face, brows furrowed slightly as he spoke, pushing his face closer to yours as if that would wake you up more.
“I need to go pee.”
what?
your silence said everything, only earning a small groan from the man. he couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. exhaling a breath of faux annoyance as he speaks again.
“I can’t really use my legs by myself, remember?”
oh.
right…
“and it was your fault technically so…”
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I love him, dude. my goat❤️❤️❤️
I absolutely love the thought of aftercare with satoru. ik he’s so needy. I js wanna take care of him.
also cooking up another gojo fic 🤞🏽
AAOHH MY GODDD
— I think with watering down the friendgroup by naming it "3FS and friends" is kinda insensitive tbh. Like yeah, Max is the most popular one from the friendgroop, but we be tollerating "the friends" like they aren't some real people that just happen to know Max.
— I call "3FS and friends" The Gang / The Group or The Gerbs sometimes, and I recommend yall to do the same instead of saying "3FS and friends".
— just wanted to let that out cus I didn't really realize that problem
In my head they're the bamflams
Morning 𖹭 3fs
In which... your clingy boyfriend just wants you in his arms.
Warnings : short, kind of messy pacing and grammar... Im not great at writing (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) also not proofread....!!
🏷 : fluff, gender neutral reader
AN : my first piece of writing..!!!!! Yayyyy!!
Sleep lingers in your eyes as you try to adjust to the sunlight that forces its way through the blinds of your boyfriend's otherwise dark room. The faint sound of birds chirping and a soft snoring fills your ears, and you begin to register the weight of Max's arm wrapped around your waist. His face is pressed into your shoulderblades, leaving you little wriggle room.
Unfortunately, your peace is ruined; nature calls. You gently slip your hand under Max's heavy forearm, attempting to let yourself free of his secure grip. He groans against your back, rubbing his nose into your shirt, the bed creaking as he adjusts himself and clears his throat.
Frat!Max x Fem!reader head cannons!!
summary: college AU where max is in a fraternity and somehow ends up completely whipped for you
pairing: (3fs) frat!Max x Fem!reader
word count: 470+
a/n: I freaking love frat!max and I will die happy once more people write fanfics and other things of him.
dividers are from: @saradika-graphics
-Everyone in the frat knew Max liked you before you did. The second your name popped up on his phone, he’d smile at the screen like an idiot.
-He pretends he’s the cool frat guy… until he finds out you’re being dragged into going to one of his frat parties. Suddenly he’s fixing his hair, asking Jacob if his shirt looks okay, and pacing by the front door.
“Dude, relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
He is not relaxed.
-You hate frat parties.
Too loud.
Too crowded.
Too many people.
So Max always finds a quieter room for the two of you. Usually his. Where you can watch movies while everyone else is downstairs screaming the lyrics to songs.
-The first time you visit the frat house, you’re expecting chaos. You are correct. Somebody is wrestling in the hallway. Ethan is arguing with the microwave. Eddie is asleep on the couch at 4 p.m. Max just sighs.
“Welcome to my home.”
-He becomes ridiculously protective at parties. Not controlling. Just attentive. Always checking:
“You okay?”
“Need water?”
“Want to go home?”
Your comfort always comes first.
-His frat brothers LOVE you. Mostly because you keep Max humble. The second he gets cocky; “Remember when you tripped up the stairs trying to impress her?” “I’m going to kill you.”
-He definitely wears your hair tie on his wrist. At first it’s accidental. Then it becomes permanent. Eventually people start asking:
“Why do you have a purple scrunchie on?”
Max shrugs.
“It’s hers.”
Like that’s the most obvious thing in the world.
-You start accidentally becoming everyone’s favorite person. You bring snacks, you help decorate for parties, you remember birthdays.
Suddenly the frat group chat is:
“Is she coming tonight?”
Max gets offended.
“She’s MY girlfriend.”
-Study dates with him are…
Not productive.
At all.
He’ll stare at you for ten minutes.
“What?”
“You’re pretty.”
“Max.”
“Sorry.”
Five minutes later
“You’re still pretty.”
-Max LOVES introducing you as his girlfriend. He does it constantly.
“Hey, this is my girlfriend.”
“Have you met my girlfriend?”
“Oh yeah, my girlfriend loves that.”
You tease him about it.
He doesn’t care.
-Everyone thinks frat Max is super confident. Then they see him around you. Suddenly he’s shy, smiling to himself, and getting embarrassed when you compliment him.
Ethan finds this hilarious.
-He always saves you food.
Party pizza?
Saved.
Late-night fries?
Saved.
Cookies someone brought?
Hidden away for you.
He’ll text; I saved you two slices. Hurry before Eddie finds them.
-Movie nights in his room become a tradition. The lights off. His arm around you. The movie forgotten twenty minutes in because you’re too busy talking and laughing.
-He keeps random things you give him.
Notes.
Ticket stubs.
Tiny doodles.
Receipts with hearts drawn on them.
His desk drawer is basically a shrine.
He denies this.
Everyone else knows.
-When he gets stressed about school or content creation, you’re the first person he goes to. He’ll flop face-first onto your lap and groan.
“Everything sucks.”
You play with his hair.
Suddenly
Everything sucks a little less.
-He acts tough. Until you call him cute. Immediate shutdown.
“I’m not cute.”
“You are.”
“I’m handsome.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I hate you.”
He’s blushing.
-The frat boys absolutely place bets on when Max is going to propose.
“We’re in college!”
Jacob shrugs.
“And?”
Max sputters.
You hide your face.
Everyone laughs.
-He keeps one of his hoodies at your place. You keep stealing it. He pretends to be annoyed.
Secretly?
He loves seeing you wear his clothes.
-Max is the type of boyfriend who hypes you up over EVERYTHING.
New outfit?
“You look amazing.”
Good grade?
“THAT’S MY GIRL.”
New hairstyle?
He stares for a solid minute.
“I literally forgot how to speak.”
I DIDNT KNOW MAX FANFICS EXIST I JUST GOT INTRODUCED TO A WHOLE NEW WORLD
Sloppy makeout session w/ Maki
Maki Zen’in x fem!reader || suggestive , not proofread
“Maki.. we’re going to get caught!” You gasped against her lips, feeling her press you against the nearest wall. Her leg slotted in between yours, and one of her rough hands wandered down your back before slipping under your shirt.
“Don’t care.. just need you right now.” Maki grumbled, her other hand going up to cradle your head, tilting enough to deepen the kiss with repressed hunger.
You were supposed to be training, not subtly grinding on your girlfriend’s thigh and letting her kiss your face off.
By now, Maki’s tongue had moved past your lips and low grunts resonated from her. You both kept kissing until you lost your breath and had to push her away, only a thin string of saliva connecting you both.
Once you were able to breathe again, Maki pulled you closer and resumed her assault on your lips. Whimpers escaped you as Maki begun to suck on your lower lip before moving down to your neck. Her hands had begun to toy with the back of your bra, teasingly undoing the clasps.
Your lips were swollen, wet hickeys on your neck and collarbone, bra barely secure. You could tell she wanted to go further — the hungry look in her eye said it all.
With only one clasp left on your bra, she was so close—
“Makiiii! Nobara said you were training out here!” Yuji yelled cheerfully, looking around the training field for finally seeing Maki.
You jumped and tried to hide your body from behind Maki, adjusting your uniform so it could cover the hickeys that littered your upper half.
Maki turned around, crossing her arms. “What is it Yuji?” She asked with an annoyed expression.
“N-nothing!!” Yuji yelled before quickly running away, leaving you both alone.
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“uh… why is sensei doing push-ups?” yuji asks, when he, nobara, and megumi enter the classroom.
satoru’s pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups weren’t enough. but even then, he’s barely breaking a sweat. and he’s grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.
his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.
“i upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,” he pants, “punishment fits the crime.”
he really is right where he wants to be.
megumi doesn’t even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.
“how many does he have to do?”
“a hundred,” you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. “he’s on seventy-two.”
his grin widens. “you know, this isn’t a challenge for me. why don’t you sit on my back, sweetheart?”
you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. “i know what you want, and you don’t deserve my touch.” you push his head down so he’s facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. “only twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.”
if his heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.
god, was he down bad.
“… call us when you’re done,” megumi says, already out of the classroom.
silly thought inspired by this video HAHA can you tell he makes me a little a lot insane
biting maki zenin’s arm
warnings: s3!maki, arm thirst, fem!reader, biting, thigh riding
Your girlfriend was hot. There was no doubt in your mind about it.
You've always thought she was perfect, but ever since Shibuya, she's looked… different. She's bigger now, stronger, rougher, and everything about her makes your thighs squeeze together in need when you're around her, heat pooling in your core.
And her arms.
-ˋˏ🕸 ━━━ 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗡 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘.
-ˋˏ🕸 KINKTOBER: OCT. 3 ♰ THREESOME ♰ Zen'in Maki & Okkotsu Yuuta
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! sub!yuuta, dom!maki, dom!fem!reader, threesome, inexperienced!yuuta, perv!yuuta, college!au (everyone is adults), bisexual!maki & reader, premature ejaculation, blowjob, unprotected sex, p in v, face riding, cum eating, maki is mean, you're kinda mean too, yuuta likes it, you & maki are popular, yuuta is a cute loser, yuuta is sensitive, use of nicknames for yuuta (love, puppy, good boy, pervert), nobody is drunk - maybe like one drink each :p
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ it's a great day to be bisexual! not me disappearing for two weeks then dropping a NOVEL. this is so long...i'm sorry (or not if you like that) (you can skip to the 1st divider for when the smut starts if you want! 2nd divider is when they fully f/ck) also i'm so behind...kinktober is def gonna bleed into nonstop nut november. but i still plan to write everything dw! sorry for the delay, but now you get yuuta AND maki, so that makes up for it a bit. bitte schön, enjoy ;).˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
making them squirt for the first time
Tags & Warnings:
Male Reader.
Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, 69, Overstimulation, Squirting, LOTS OF SQUIRTING, Dominant Reader, Teasing, Praise, Begging, Humiliation, Brat Taming, Pinned Wrists, Desk Sex, Furniture Sex, slight misogyny (naoyas part), feminization.
featured: toji , gojo , geto , choso , naoya , mahito
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18+ naoya x m!reader drabbles
a/n ୭˚. ᵎᵎ forbidden pretty boy has been on my mind for a hot minute — i’ll get to my inbox reqs soon!
“…get.. get the f-fu— guh!” naoya moans, hands fisting in your hair as you harshly sucked his cock, intentionally letting your teeth gently sink into his veiny girth.
you had him pinned down in his mattress, stripped him completely naked, his eyeliner messy — body littered with bite marks and numerous love bites everywhere, legs spread as drool trickled down the side of his mouth at the mix of pleasure and pain on his lower region.
you don’t remember how this started, you were just pent up and needed a release after the intense pressure and bullshit you heard from the elders of the zenin clan. hell — you weren’t even from this clan.
married to one of the zenin women, not out of love but because the zenin desired power and control, and you were vital to keep before someone else took you for their own. but here you were, sucking the future head of the clans cock, having him whimpering your name.
truth be told, this was wrong, very, very wrong. an affair went against your morals, but then again — these people had none when it came to women. you cared for the woman you married, only because of the vow you were meant to uphold, but producing children was against you at this moment in time. maybe down the road, perhaps, but for you, now it was too sudden in your life.
then again, hearing the cocky and arrogant man under you moaning like a bitch in heat, was making your cock swell with anticipation. you let go of his cock from your mouth with a wet ‘pop! and you look up at him, moving to hover over him as you smash your lips into his, and naoya whimpers into your mouth, hands still fisting in your hair as he presses into the messy kiss.
you pull back, looking at him, and you can’t help but think he does look quite pretty, chest heaving and thin tears streaming down the sides of his face.
“..don’t..f-fucking stare..,” he breathes out, pulling you close to his face.
“what do you want then?” you say slowly, eyes scanning his.
“don’t..make me ask.”
“ask for what?”
naoyas expression twists slightly, sighing in annoyance, and you think he looks rather bratty, in a cute sense.
“fuck me.”
you hum, looking at him, kissing his lips softly.
“ask nicely.”
he jerks your head into his, foreheads pressing together as he groaned in irritation.
“..please fuck me.. please,” he says softly, and you felt blood rush to your cock at his rather adorable begging.
“good boy, naoya.”
“..can’t..c—can’t..,” he whimpers, practically screaming your name as your cock abuses his insides, squelching noises emitting with each thrust as you drive deeper into him, heavy balls slapping against heavy balls, and his cock spurts his release every other thrust.
“you can..f’me.. fuck..this slutty hole is begging for it.. g’me one more, yeah?” you whisper into his ear, before your tongue swirls around the rim, making him moan.
“..c—cumming!” he squeals, arching into you as you kiss him, slamming into him deeply as your hips stutter gently, flooding him with your release. naoya shudders violently, and you clash your lips with his, holding him for a few moments, feeling his hole clench around you, milking you dry.
and before naoya knew anything about what was to come next, he was flipped on all fours, eyes blinking rapidly and blown wide as he looks back at you.
“..w—what the fuck are you—“
“you thought i was done?”
after another hour of relentless, intense, love making, if you were to even call it that, you had gotten up and left naoyas room, leaving his body in a pool of release and sweat, as you placed a soft kiss on his lips before leaving, robes back on your body, and hair nicely tied in place as you walk towards your own shared room with your wife on the other side of the estate as if nothing had occurred.
you entered your shared space, seeing your wife asleep, as you slowly close the door and slip into a night robe before settling in beside her, grabbing her hand gently and placing a soft kiss before blowing the candle and drifting off to sleep.
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alternate timelines satosugu
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