heeey I wanted to ask you could you please write smth with gojo, fushiguro and sukuna with a short-tempered s/o? I will be really happy if write this one cause i like your works a lot! <3
I FINALLY FOUND IT LMFAO IT WAS LOST IN MY ASKS AHBSSJS anyways im so sorry for making u wait so long i really am so sorry and i hope you enjoy!!!
satoru gojō
gojō actually finds it. really attractive on you ngl
especially if you’re good at hiding it, and then all of a sudden you burst and it’s crazy scary
he likes that you have this side of you, and he especially likes that you’re unafraid to make your feelings known, even if you’re unnecessarily loud expressing them
to be honest, a lot of the times he pisses you off on purpose just to have you yell at him. idk he’s a sadist
whenever the two of you argue, and it gets really heated, he’ll always leave the room that you’re in to cool off, because he won’t want it to get worse for either of you. like he’s very cautious when it comes to fights because he knows how you get
but honestly, i don’t know why but i get the sense that gojō’s the one that’d apologize even if he’s not in the wrong, and you are. it’s not that he does it to shut you up or anything stupid like that. he does it because he genuinely dislikes arguing with you, especially with an occupation like his where tomorrow isn’t promised yk?
if you’re about to get in a fight with someone else, the rational side of him is already ready to go and stop you and pull you back, but since this is gojō we’re talking about, most probably he’ll let you have your fun for a bit
he will stop you before it gets too far and you do something you’ll end up regretting, because he is a good partner at the end of the day, and he really does care about you
nine times out of ten though he’ll just sit back and watch, laughing. bring out popcorn and shit too cause he knows you’re entertaining lmfao
fushiguro megumi
honestly, you kinda scare him lmfao
not that he can’t approach you and talk to you, but in the sense that he feels like you’re a ticking time bomb and he’s afraid he’ll be the one to set it off
but then he realizes you’re not actually like insane you’re just short-tempered
over time he’s gotten really, really good at calming you down
like he’d been working on it ever since the two of you started dating, from finding your specific triggers and knowing your telltales and signs to being able to calm you down and help you work on losing your temper on minimal things
it’s really comical to him how you can go from kissing all up on him and cooing at how pretty he is to having a screaming match with someone cause they bumped into you and didn’t apologize
he never lets it escalate unlike gojō, and he won’t ever let it get to the point where it’s all or nothing. he stops you right from the start and makes you back away
in regards to fights with you, he actually gets really irritated with the way you respond to him, and he won’t speak you until you decide to calm down. he’s petty like that but honestly? it works. you’re immediately calm and ready to speak to him in a lower voice and with a calmer attitude
still he doesn’t try to change anything about you, and just as he loves all your appealing quips, he loves this part of you too, regardless
(plus he thinks you look really cute when angry hehe)
ryomen sukuna
he thinks he likes it
he does not
when he first witnessed your short temper, he got really cocky because he wasn’t on the receiving end. he was kind of proud of you in a way? and he felt really smug looking at the way the other person was really scared of you
but then he did something small like it was probably unintentional too and you got so angry at him, and at first he was so confused then he got so angry with you??? like what the hell do you think you’re doing getting angry at me who tf are you???
which just angered you even more
the both of you are like fire and fire
it’s really bad, like even worse, when the two of you get into arguments. they’re usually never ending too, and you’re both so stubborn and won’t admit if either one of you is in the wrong so you just fall asleep like that and the only way the argument ceases if when you two forget about it
he still gets really smug when he sees you get angry at someone else, and even if your reaction is irrational, he won’t stop you from going to extremes, even if he knows you’ll end up regretting it later
you’re entertaining can you blame him
a lot of the times when you go to snap at him he just grabs your face from your like chin/jaw and just grips you tightly, warning you with a glare and a “don’t even start”
you glare back but honestly you just shut up like it’s clearly not even worth it
overtime he learns how to deal with you. like eventually he gets the hang of it, but earlier? he hated it, oh god.
ughh babying is too cute 😣😣 u know who i wanna baby too? YUUJI 🥺 i think he'll be like megumi's shikigami puppy staying still while u kiss him all over n baby talk to him 💕💕 ofc he reciprocates later!!! (pls stop y'all are making sukuna SICK) and i think gojo would definitely baby his s/o too, sitting them on his lap n squishing their cheeks n rubbing his nose w theirs 😣❤️️ idk how he'd react to being the one on the receiving end tho 🤔
babying yuuji m’gonna cry 🥺🥺🥺 baby boy deserves it and the world he’s been thru so much i just wanna hug him for days on end. and he’d love it too. he’s just so soft for you that if you grab his face in your hands just cause you want to he’d melt immediately and lean into your touch. would love it if you just began peppering his face with kisses. also loves it when you do it while sitting on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck so you’re as close as you can possibly be while you just whisper to him how much you love him and how pretty his eyes are and how kissable his lips are and how fluffy his hair is and he’s just taking it all in and floating on cloud nine
he loves to do it to you too. loves to leap onto you while you lay in bed and just smother you with kisses all over your face and neck for minutes on end. he doesn’t get off of you for the longest time, and when he does, he falls to your side, and leans up on one elbow, cupping your jaw with one hand and squishing your cheeks, mumbling, “how was my gorgeous baby’s day?” or “i hope my pretty baby’s had a lovely day, as lovely as they are,” and he just keeps giving your puckered up lips kisses and you’re laughing so much because having yuuji’s attention is superior seriously he will always make you feel loved
being babied by gojō is something else he’s honestly lowkey embarrassing because he doesn’t do it just for you. nah, this man likes to make it public. he’ll show the whole world how it’s done. takes your face in his hands and gives you a loud kiss. rubs his nose against yours. kisses all over your face. kisses all over your hands. all in public. he’ll baby talk in public too he doesn’t care, especially if you come visit him at the school and after greeting you, he’s just holding you to him and talking to you with his mouth inches from yours like “i missed you angel,” and “how’s my lovely doing?” but like,,, everyone can hear and they’re all gagging
babying gojō is interesting cause i feel like outwardly he’ll act all tough and will laugh like “you sound funny talking to me like that.” but in reality his heart is sinking in his chest and it’s beating like crazy and you can even see the slight flush to his cheeks. he’s just nervously laughing, but he’s actually really affected by the way you’re treating him and talking to him. he wants to bury his face in your hands all day. he wants to rest his head on your chest and have you play with his hair and ask him about his day and tell him about yours while he can feel the steady rise and fall of your chest. he just wants a break poor baby </3
hey i’m back again i can’t stop thinking about yuuji or megumi doing full ahegao when you just sucks them off so good ... tie them onto the headboard or a chair? all yours
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BABE WHERE HAVW YOU BEEN I MISSED YOU SO MUCH HSKDS
and oh my god 🤲🏼
yuuji tied to a chair, his arms bind behind him, settled at his lower back, attached to the back of the chair, while his ankles are bound to the chair’s legs, keeping him spread open for you. and you’re in heaven between his legs, sucking at his messy cock, smeared with his cum from his previous orgasm. he’s not fully hard yet, still recovering from his orgasm, but he’s twitching in your head, pulsating in your mouth. you hadn’t pulled off of him at all, continuing to suck at his cock. and he’s so whiny above you, gasping and crying and hiccuping and shuddering, hips rutting and bucking up into your hand and mouth and you can’t tell if he’s trying to get away from the overstimulation or if he’s running towards it. you can tell he’s sensitive though, from his pained cries and his desperate mewls.
and when he’s fully hard again, which doesn’t take long at all, in seconds really, you speed up your movements, sucking harsher and gagging and slurping on his thick cock. he heaves and keens and cries for you, throwing his head back as his thighs shake with the intensity of it all, his abs taut and rolling, his nipples perky and hard and swollen and red from your earlier unforgiving ministrations on them. it’s not a minute later that he’s close again, almost there, his cock pulsating in your mouth, leaking thick precum onto your tongue, down your throat. his head falls forward and his hands tighten into fists and—
when you look up, just as he groans out a whine and you feel the first spurts of his thick cum in our mouth, you finally take in his expression. his eyes cross, dewy and watery, and his mouth falls open, tongue lolling out obscenely, spit and drool falling onto his chest and his lap as he pants and heaves. he’s completely still, only vibrating and trembling in place as the orgasm rocks and slams into him. he takes it all, accepts it, and when you pull off his cock, you’re smiling, grinning, up at him.
“what a lewd expression,” you tease. “wanna show me again?”
and megumi!!! megumi’s laid out on the bed for you, only half way seated up, his legs spread out for you to lay between. his wrists are bound together tightly, arms raised above him to attach to the headboard, keeping his upper body as still as possible for you. you’re laying on your stomach, lapping and licking and sucking at his sensitive cock. his lap and lower stomach are sticky and wet with precum, and so is his cock. it’s awfully hard, painfully so, smeared and drenched in his precum and your spit.
it hurts, it hurts so bad— that it’s so good. he hadn’t imagined giving up control to you would arouse him this much, but here he is, losing all inhibitions and giving up a large portion of his dignity because of how pretty you look so fucking horny for him. for him.
and if only you could tell him just how pretty he looks too, especially when he winces in pain as your hand grabs at the base of his cock and your lips wrap around the angry red, wet tip. his eyebrows furrow and he chokes in frustration, in pain, because god, he needs to cum. you’d been at it for hours, edging him for so long now, and he’s not sure he can take it anymore. so he begs, and begs and begs, even if it’s futile, and when he feels the coil in his stomach tighten, threaten to burst and spill, he warns and warns and warns, eyes wide and mouth open in shock and fear because he’s going to cum if you don’t stop, and he can’t do that. not yet. not yet.
but you don’t pull off. you suck him off harder, hollowing out your cheeks and pressing your tongue rougher against his cock, bobbing your head and deepthroating him. he warns again, but you only hum, hand lowering to squeeze at his balls, and shit—
his eyes roll back and cross as his entire body seizes up, muscles tensing and spasming as his lips part and his tongue falls out messily, dumbly. there’s so much drool and he’s whining and almost crying as he spills down your throat, finally, finally, and he has so much to give, and after nearly an hour of edging, it’s not surprising. you choke and gag on his cum but you drink it all up gratefully, watching through flinching eyes as more spit falls down his chin.
“such a pretty face you have, baby,” you praise him, voice raspy, lips swollen and messy with cum. “think i can get you to do it again?”
HAKDHSKJD your jjk smut asks are always so superior <333
+ tw: MINORS DNI - 18+ content ahead - sexual explicit content, face riding, degradation, pet names, cursing, spanking, praising
+ notes: kinktober day 2 - riding/squirting with gojo and geto <3 made it a tiny bit smaller since I have a midterm in 3 days sighs, but I still hope you lovelies like it <3
It’s hard being pregnant but it’s not something your husband can’t help; drawing a bubble bath has never seemed as appealing as now
fluff/comfort, Gojo being a good dad in making n' caring for his pregnant dove, baby fever (it’s a real thing now), love sick husband
"Satoru Gojo” calling out to him from the bathroom space, Satoru already prepared himself for the invincible little tantrum you were about to throw.
Still, he couldn’t help but relish in the sight of your cute pout, and that swelled up belly sticking out from underneath his oversized shirt you stole.
“You messed up the laundry again,” screeching at him, you crossed your arms over your chest, nose scrunched in annoyance “I specifically told you to put it on pre-wash, and you didn’t.”
Who would’ve thought pregnancy would turn you into a literal ticking bomb? He was always walking on eggshells around you, but really, he couldn’t complain.
Not with the knowledge of how hard the whole thing has been weighting down on you. The fatigue in your eyes was pretty visible by now, and with all the weight gain, cramps and the fact you could barely function on your own without his 24/7 care, it only added to the pile. He knew how much it hurt your pride, being dependent on him all the time.
Your mood swings had been downplaying on him, and also he was pretty sure you never actually told him to turn on pre-wash, otherwise, he’d do in a heartbeat.
Still, he’d never bring himself to fight you on it, and why would he? You were carrying his child, sharing the most sacred part of your existence for the sake of building a family with him; a home for the love the two of you shared, one that created the life inside of you. All in all, it was better to pacify you, as he really didn’t want to cause you any more stress.
“You're right, and I'm sorry love,” his tone was nothing but soothing and remorseful, hoping to ease your nerves the best he could. With you, he didn't try to question who was in th right, because even if you weren't, he'd still be the one to cave in.
With careful steps, he beckoned closer, eyes scanning the sour look on your face, choosing to smile apologetically at you instead of getting defensive. It wouldn’t help him, nor benefit your well-being.
“I’ll do that right now” murmuring softly, his hand reached inventively to cup the nape of your neck, titling your head so you’d meet his eyes, only then he’s able to reassure you it’s fine “no need to get fussy, let me fix it right the second.”
The best reward he could have was the witness of your features finally softening, a tired sigh slipping past your lips as your shoulders slumped, declaring defeat.
You were so precious these days. So vulnerable, Satoru made a mental note to put you to bed early tonight.
He’s always been a little overprotective, but now with a ring on his finger, and a baby on it’s way, he was ready to move heaven and earth if it would bring you at least the slightest of comfort.
“Fine, I guess I…” mumbling, you tone subdued on irritation, slugging once again with an assertive nod, letting his hand brush up and down your back for comfort.
Comfort that you needed, and that he was more than happy to provide for you. “Okay, yeah”
Smiling down at you, Satoru was pleased to see some of your anger subsiding. "That's better, cupcake. Now, why don't you sit down on the edge of the tub? Just keep on looking pretty and I’ll handle the rest."
Helping you take a seat carefully before turning around and heading over to the laundry basket, he rummaged through it, separating the whites from the darks, making sure everything was neatly arranged before starting the machine.
It wasn't long before the familiar humming sound of the washer filled the room, a calming rhythm that seemed to soothe both of you.
Returning to your side, he squatted down in between your legs, rubbing small circles on your thighs as he observed you with those intense blue eyes of his. Something he did often, even more since you became the centre of his universe.
For a moment, he did just that, taking in each wrinkle of stress over your features, before brushing his hand over the back of your hip instead, tenderly so, feeling your silky skin underneath each fingertip. “Does a bath sounds nice? C’mon baby doll, let me help you up”
And of course you succumbed, because how could you not? You enjoyed the pampering the more he did it and he knew that well. Slowly, you stood up, leaning heavily on his arm for support while he helped you back up on your feet, still feeling tired but grateful for his assistance.
Throughout the pregnancy, Satoru got accustomed to the small routine of giving you baths, turning on tap while he helping you'd peel off the layers of clothes, letting you use him as a support that even if you wouldn’t admit, was much needed.
As the tub filled with warm water and aromatic bubble bath, cozying the room with scent of lavender and chamomile, you tried to relax just a bit.
He knew exactly how to win you over, didn't he? Despite your irritation earlier, you couldn't deny that this intimate moment was actually starting to bring some relief.
Once settled, you sank into the warm water, groaning softly as the heat spread throughout your aching body "mmm, that's… lovely," you sighed blissfully, closing your eyes and letting out a contented moan, your eyes already half lidded, looking at him through lashes. "Thanks, babe."
At times, you couldn't help but feel guilty of using his
Your words made him smile and watching as your body relaxed under the soothing water, he couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked, even in this vulnerable state.
"Anytime," he replied, dipping one hand underneath the surface to caress your baby bump gently. The warm of the bath was soothing to your aching joints, and the weightlessness of floating helped to ease some of the pressure on your belly.
"How's my little peanut?" He couldn't resist asking, talking in a high pitched baby voice while reaching out with his free hand to give your belly a soft pat.
He knew he shouldn't intrude on your privacy like this, but goddamn, he just couldn't help himself. He was just so goddamn obsessed with you two.
Your response to his corny comment, however, wasn't unforeseen. “You’re embarrassing" you rolled your eyes playfully, splashing some water back at him, which made his smile wider.
Satoru didn't mind sitting on the floor by the tub, doing nothing but looking at you, and even if he knew you didn’t appreciate being seen in such state, he couldn’t help himself.
His movements were graceful yet careful, letting you savor the feeling of his hands brushng down to gently massage your lower back and legs, trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up there.
His presence filled the small space, making it feel almost intimate, yet comforting. Your brows creased as you caught him looking, a sheepish chuckle slipping past his lips at the fact.
“Quit ogling me like that” you whispered, arm crossing over your chest in attempt to cover yourself up, only ridiculing the whole situation, your embarrassment was just too cute. As if he haven’t seen you naked before.
"Like what?" Satoru replied with feigned innocence, raising an eyebrow at you in a playful challenge. He couldn't help it, you looked gorgeous and he felt an intense sense of pride in being able to hold you like this. "Just admiring my soon-to-be mommy."
"Satoru-"
"I'm sorry, sorry." He apologized, a playful grin spreading across his face. You may not see it, but to him you were a goddess embodied.
Reaching out, he grabbed a bottle of your favorite olive soap, squeezing out a generous amount between his fingers before spreading it between his palms. Then, he nestled his hands around your lower stomach, massaging in circles while working downwards, starting with your thighs.
The hot water and essential oils in the soap seemed to soothe your aching muscles, relaxing them even more. "Feel better?" he teased, his voice low and calming.
You purred softly, the soapy hands rubbing and kneading your body gently brought a new sense of relaxation to you. Still, an irritated 'ah' escaped you, more because of how much his staring did get to you then anything else. Nudging at his hand playfully, "You're really something else."
He knew how to get under your skin, and sometimes, you didn't mind. Satoru was persistent, a fact you'd come to love and hate.
“Do you ever stop?” You mumbled, head falling against rim of the bath, your eyes fluttering closed. Satoru chuckled at once, grin spreading over his features, only humming a quiet 'nah' in return.
“You’re hopeless.” You playfully sighed, but the tension in your body was slowly fading away thanks to his gentle hands and his tenderness. His casual touch felt so comforting and that's something only he could provide, the soap slipping through his fingers, leaving a slimy trail.
"Always for you, love." Was all he could say in response, as he continued to scrub the soap in you, enjoying the way you complained but also relaxed just as deep.
The rise and fall of your chest signaled your deepening relaxation, body sinking into the foam, half-laughing, completely at his mercy.
He knew it, and even though you hated admitting it, his presence could be quite calming. Mad and infuriating, but also comforting, a confusing yet soothing rollercoaster of emotions he was capable of sparking.
Satoru hummed softly, always a sign of him being content with the current situation. He couldn’t help but smile, seeing your state and how affected you were by his presence, by his voice and hands.
As the water slowly turned cooler, you let out a small shiver. "Time to get out?" You asked, reaching for the towel he had conveniently left beside you.
Satoru grinned, giving one last brush of his hands down the small of your back. His hands were clumsy most of the time, but there was no denying the gentleness of his touch when he started to help you out of the tub.
"Come here," he replied, nodding firmly with an admiring glimmer in his eyes. He had every intention of always being by your side, always taking care of you, always helping out with whatever he could.
He stood up straight again, maintaining eye contact with you as he reached out to grab a towel, gently drying your skin, starting from your feet and moving upwards, focusing more on delicate spots, kissing your shoulder blade, whispering little compliments that made your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.
Once you were all dried up, he pulled you in for a close embrace, letting his warmth sink into you completely.
"So, what do you say we watch a movie together in bed? I picked something lighthearted, nothing too intense." He suggested, hoping that the change of pace might help to lift your spirits a bit.
You accepted his offer gratefully, nodding slowly before unwrapping yourself from the towel and with a little help from him, you managed to get dressed again, wincing at the pressure on your belly.
"Sounds great," you replied, your voice slightly hoarse from the bath.
He smiled warmly, leading you out of the bathroom, his arm around your waist to support you, stifling a laugh at your penguin-like steps.
"look at my girl going” he praised watching as you shuffled slowly towards your cozy bedroom, his stride matched yours perfectly. Once inside, he gently guided you onto the soft, plush bed, positioning your pillows just right for maximum comfort. "Does my round princess need anything else?”
"Very funny," you muttered, semi annoyed, but that was quickly washed away by another emotion running through you as you stretched out your arms, eyes pleading "Just you”
That’s all he needed to hear to climb the bed next to you, leaning against the headboard with a grunt “Just me you say…how about this?" He replied, tweaking your nose softly before lifting your legs up, resting them on his thighs, a small smile curving on his lips.
Wrapping his arm around your waist, he leaned his head on your shoulder, spooning up against you. The scent of his hair mixed with the lavender shampoo, creating a soothing environment around you both.
"Ah, that feels nice," you breathed out softly, feeling the warmth radiating from his body as he pressed against yours. “So, what are we watching tonight?”
Satoru thumbed through the options on the streaming platform until he found what he deemed appropriate for your mood. "Blood, gore, and gratuitous nudity usually tend to cheer us up," He joked, selecting a romantic comedy that neither of you had seen before.
Something light, he knew you didn't have the attention span for anything deep or dramatic. His eyes roamed around the screen, but his gaze unintentionally kept going to your stomach.
His hand absent-mindedly rubbing the curve over, his thumb gently stroking in an overlapping circle. It made him so giddy, his heart rate lightly increasing every time the baby kicked.
Lowering the volume, he turned off the lights except for the dimmed lights surrounding the bed, creating a cozy atmosphere as he settled himself on your chest you, arms wrap around your midsection protectively.
"Now, no complaints this time," he warned, launching the movie. "We're watching together."
"Oh, great," you groaned, moving your leg slightly indicating where it hurts, but you couldn't deny that it didn't seem that bad right now.
As soon as the movie started playing, the sounds of the dialogue filled the room, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between the two of them.
Surrounded by the warmth of the blankets and each other's body heat, you leaned back against your pillow, closing your eyes. Despite your earlier mood swing, you couldn't help but appreciate how soothing this feeling was right now.
Beneath your heavy eyelids, you tried to focus on the unfolding storyline, but between the growing fatigue and warmth your lover was providing it proved to be quite difficult.
You knew Satoru was trying to keep your spirits up, and truth be told, it was partly working, sprinkling random moments of laughter through the otherwise predictable plot, occasionally eliciting a genuine chuckle or giggle from you.
"You're laughing," he noticed, his finger tracing slow circles on your abdomen. "Good sign, right?" He asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
You let out a small, almost embarrassed chuckle. "Yeah, guess so." You confessed, your voice becoming gradually softer.
“It's okay, baby doll. Just take it easy," always the attentive, Satoru let his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on your belly, putting on a exaggerating tone just to make you crack a smile. "let the movie wash over you, ma chérie~”
As the movie progressed, you fell into a fitful sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness. It didn’t miss Satoru’s gaze as he pulled you closer into his side, occasionally adjusting the blankets, ensuring you didn't wake up too cold.
The sight of your peaceful slumber made his heart swell with love, the movie long forgotten as he was more focused on the rise and fall of your chest, making sure you stayed warm, safe.
He didn't mind, in fact, the sound of your soft breaths against his chest was music to his ears, gently nuzzling his face into your hair, feeling the warmth of your body against his.
His thumb resumed its gentle circling, never stopping as he dozed in and out. Like a guardian, always looking out for you.
Oh my lord. Corruption kink 😔👌 and finally posting some JJK writings afsgajsj IM EXCITED FIRST JJK PIECE IM POSTING!!!
Geto Suguru x f!reader
cw : corruption kink, dubcon, noncon-ish, lost of virginity (readers), very naive reader, oral ( male receiving) , manipulation , unprotected sex,
M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T
Geto would do it so subtly.
No one would guess that behind that air of majesty and gentle smile that he would harbour any bad intentions towards Satoru’s little sister, the Gojo family member so sheltered and protected by the family, so precious, so untouched and always following your brother like a lost puppy. Of course since Gojo was his best friend, he sees you with your cocky brother almost all the time. When Gojo gets whisked away with other things, Geto was always there to replace his presence. Plus, it was so easy to gain your trust.
So naive, so compliant.
“Suguru,” you whimpered, clutching onto the fabric of his robes, thighs trembling at his hand trailing higher and closer to somewhere that was untouched till now. “We shouldn’t…I can’t. I feel weird.” Your breathing was laboured and your body felt hot beneath your sundress.
Geto chuckled, his hot breath against your neck where his lips had just been. “The sensation is just foreign, little one. Doesn’t this feel good?” He ran his finger along your clothed slit, making you shiver and your core clench.
“Suguru,” you murmured, burying your face into his shoulder, the drag of his fingers along your sensitive heat and how he gently pressed enough pressure to your clit made a little moan escape you, a foreign noise that you never thought you’d make.
“What a cute sound you made there, Y/N,” he cooed, pulling the thin straps of your sundress down your shoulders till your soft breasts were on display. He cupped the smooth flesh with one hand, pinching your nipples. “So sensitive.”
“Suguru—Ah!” You gasped when he took one of your nipples in his mouth, hot tongue swirling around the stiff nub. You felt the dampness in your underwear grow and tried to wriggle away from his touch, scared that he would find the way your panties has become soaked weird. Your hand, smaller than his, tried to latch onto his wrists to stop his fingers from rubbing the fabric against your slick but it wasn’t enough to stop his ministrations.
Geto’s eyes shut momentarily to relish in your soft whines and shyly emitted moans as well as the taste of your skin on his tongue and the wetness of your chaste pussy that he’s preparing for him, your first ever cock.
“Just relax, Y/N,” he softly spoke pulling away from your breast that glistened with his spit. “Why don’t you help me out?”
“H-help you?” You blinked cluelessly at him, your hand over your chest as your heart drummed in your ears and your eyes focused on nothing but him.
He took your hand and placed it on his crotch, his hard cock straining against his trousers, guiding your hand to cup him.
“It’s a bit painful, Y/N,” he winced, when your soft fingers ghosted his swollen tip. You, with zero clue of what he was talking about worried over him.
“What’s wrong?” You gazed up at him, only to see his half lidded eyes and his glistening lips, making you wonder if it was alright to be this close with him and to have let him touched you inappropriately.
Getou undoes his pants and you quickly averted your eyes, heat crawling up your cheeks as you heard the fabric fall round his ankles unto the floor but you couldn’t help but look. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock standing upright and swollen. It does look somewhat painful. What did you know?
Curiously your fingertip touched the pink swollen head, a soft growl rumbling in Getou’s chest and his nose scrunching up. Was he really in pain? You pulled your hand back but he guided it back to his length, wrapping your fingers around him.
“It feels better when you’re touching it,” he told you. “Can you move your hand up and down for me?”
You nodded, wanting nothing more than to help Geto. He’s always looked after you even when you were around your brother, it’s only right for you to help him. Your thumb swiped the leaking tip to spread the slick all over his shaft thinking it’d make the gesture easier to do.
“Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back watching the way your little hand tried to grip his cock and pump him, your innocent little brain unaware of how he tricked you.
Your silky palm gliding up and down his cock made him twitch in your hold, and the way your anxious yet dilated eyes stared at where you were touching him, fed his fantasy of ruining you for any other man.
“Am I helping?” You meekly asked,slightly aware of how heavy your breathing became and how your panties were completely drenched by now. How was he able to make you feel like this?
“You are, darling. Why don’t you give it a little kiss Hm?”
Your brows furrowed in contemplation, eying the swollen tip before leaning forward, tucking a strand of your hair to place your lips on the warm round tip. A shaky breath left Getou. The combination of your lips and your hands that hasn’t ceased their pumping, bringing him close to the edge but he wasn’t going to finish so easily.
He guided you to kneel between his legs, with one of your hands on his muscular thigh while the other wrapped around his cock again. His view of you knelt before him with eager to please doe eyes making him want to push his luck even more. If he was able to do what he was gonna make you do, he didn’t know whether to laugh or pity you at how innocently dumb you were.
“Warm me with your mouth,” he commanded in a sweet tone, your lips pouting the more your brows furrowed but you didn’t know better. Hesitantly, you placed your lips on the tip of his cock before sliding what you could take of him into your mouth, a difficult task that had you breathing through your nose. A satisfied hum came from Suguru making you believe you were doing him a great service.
As long as Geto wasn’t in pain, you’d help him.
“Good girl,” he praised, patting your head and sinking your head further down his cock, emitting a choked whine from you. “You’re making it all better. I can use you to make the pain go away cant I?”
You nodded, willing to do anything for your sweet, kind, charming Getou Suguru. He’s always been so good to you, nothing by absolute perfect. But you didn’t expect to have his cock down your throat, his fingers threaded in your hair keeping you still as he bucked his hips into your face, cock sliding in and out of your mouth. Every choke and gag you made at the way he fucked your mouth, created a wet obscene noise that bounced off the walls of his room and the weight of him, the very taste of him, sent a shiver down your spine and made the spot between your legs ache more and more. You blinked away the fat tears that formed in your eyes, wanting to see the blissed expression on Geto’s handsome face, finding comfort in it and feeling a sort of proud warmth blooming in your chest. The way he moaned your name so sweetly made your stomach flutter and motivated you to be good for him, to let him use you as he pleases because you were making him feel good, taking his pain away.
Instinctively you flattened your tongue beneath his length and locked your gaze with his, feeling him twitch in your mouth, wondering what that meant. Geto’s grip on your hair tightened and he was panting, hips losing their rhythmic snap. He looked down at you, adoring the way your eyes gazed up at him still with such warmth despite your lips being stretched around his fat cock and having drool dribble down your chin as you let him fuck your throat.
A sense of pride washed over him as a thought crossed his mind. He had you, a Gojo, knelt before him, all dishevelled and almost ruined, and taking his cock like a little slut. Everyone knew Satoru was the strongest but at this very moment, he felt a sort of victory against your older brother, he was an extension of you and in this moment, he felt stronger. How could he not when he was worshipped so thoughtlessly by you.
“Mmhf!” Your eyes pleaded up him so prettily, your fingers squeezing the muscles of his thighs. Your head was spinning and no coherent thought seemed to be able to form in your mind. Your whole body was hot and ached for touch like never before.
“Good girl, you’re taking me so well,” he cooed, wiping a tear on your cheek with his thumb. A low guttural grunt left him as your throat squeezed him finally sending him over the edge.
Maybe he should’ve warned you…but the cute little wide eyed expression on your sweet face as his cum spilled down your throat was so satisfying.
Your brows furrowed further as more tears fell from your eyes, the ache between your legs pulsating stronger. His hot seed filled your mouth and he wasn’t making any movement to pull away, leaving you no choice but to swallow his release, a gentle smile forming on his face as you did, a smile that told you that he was proud of you.
He slipped out of the warmth of your mouth and gripped your chin to glance at your parted lips, satisfied to see that none of his cum was left on your tongue.
“D-did I…” you panted, breathless and voice coarse, letting Suguru lay you on his bed.“Did I do good?”
He crawled on top of you, palms pressed on either side of your head, and a thigh between your legs purposely putting his knee close to your heat, loving the way you reacted to every single touch be it big or small.
“You were perfect,” he praised, caressing your cheek with one hand while the other moved your cotton white panties to the side before rubbing the underside of his still hard cock between your folds, making your breath hitch at the friction.
“I’m glad…” you whispered. Geto raised a brow at your words, face only inches away from yours as you smiled softly up at him. “I’m glad I was able to make you feel better.”
So sweet and so precious, he sighed internally.
“And for that,” he pressed a kiss on your lips, tricking your little heart to fall for him. “I should reward you.”
Before you could gather a response, you felt a foreign sensation nudging against your little hole, the tip of his cock prodding and trying to stretch the tight resistance of your virgin cunt.
“Suguru, wait,” you let out shakily, gripping his shoulders, fear swelling in your chest despite the aching hot feeling in your body. “I’ve never…we can’t!You’re not using protection—
“We’re going to be one, Y/N,” he hushed you, kissing your cheek as he told you another empty promise, or so he thought. “I’ll be the first and last man to love you.”
Can have some Headcannons where Naoya is bothering Gojo or Nanami’s s/o making the s/o very uncomfortable?
Need more overprotective Gojo and Nanami.
“HEADCANNONS WHERE NAOYA IS BOTHERING GOJO’S S/O & MAKE THEM VERY UNCOMFORTABLE”
A/N: Ooooh! How interesting! Love this prompt. This is my first time writing Naoya so please forgive me if he does not come across as super accurate. Thanks so much for asking, anon, I hope you enjoy it! <3 (PS. I couldn't figure out a good enough interaction between Naoya x Nanami but here is one I wrote for Gojo & also you can't convince me that Gojo's pet name for his s/o won't be angel. I don't know why it just fits hehe)
SATORU’S WEAKNESS:
Being in a relationship with Gojo Satoru came with many things, including the burdens he carries as the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer. The longer you two were together the more his enemies started viewing you as a target that they could use against him. Gojo didn't have a weakness that they could easily strike but you were fresh prey dangled in front of a pack of wild animals and they were hungry to kill.
Of course, you were aware of this. You tried your best to ignore this newfound threat that constantly loomed over your head. Satoru insisted that no matter what happened, he would always be there to protect you, but you still found yourself in precarious situations that reminded you of how easily someone could harm you.
"So, this is Gojo's little plaything?" the man questioned.
He was wearing traditional clothing, a kimono over a white buttoned up shirt. His features were strangely striking, not necessarily handsome, but those sharp eyes held your own as he slowly approached you. The room suddenly felt smaller, the walls closing in every time Naoya took a step towards you. When he looked down at you, it was with every intention of making you feel less than.
"I'm surprised he hasn't rid himself of you yet. However, it seems that he does have good taste, you're quite pretty..."
You swallowed hard, immediately averting your gaze. You cleared your throat as you casually tried to walk around him, a soft "excuse me," escaping your lips but you trembled over your words and Naoya could hear the intimidation in your voice. He swiftly lifted his hand up, gripping onto your elbow before subtly positioning you back in front of him.
"I was waiting for you to introduce yourself," he demanded, his fingers still firmly holding your elbow but you could feel his thumb rubbing a soft circle on your arm, the glint in his eye indicating that he was absolutely enjoying touching something that wasn't his. He narrowed his stare, noticing the way your chest rose and fell as your breath increased.
"It seems like you already know who I am, so there's no need for any introduction," you bitterly replied, drawing your elbow away from him as you stared at him from under your lashes with cold eyes. You were on edge but tried your best not to let it show. You couldn't give this man any reason to take advantage of you, but knew that your response did something with the way he quirked his brow.
"Don't be rude. Weren't you taught any manners when you were younger?" he questioned, closing the very small gap of space that separated you both. You could smell his strong cologne, the scent intoxicating enough to make your head spin.
"I guess not, huh? Typical of your type really, you weren't raised in the right environment to understand what it means to be polite..." he continued, his index finger reaching for your neck and you flinched feeling him trace your skin. A grin spread across his lips, his hands motioning over the curve of your shoulder. "But I am sure that mouth of yours is being put to much better use anyway..."
Your spine stiffened at his comment, your stomach turned from the way his stare transitioned from that of intrigue to desire. You've had these moments with men before, noticing how their lustful appetite took over once they planted a single thought in their own mind. However, you were frozen, unable to stop him and losing your voice in the process to call out for help. You were scared and he could easily overpower you.
"I can't deny I am curious about the woman who stole Gojo Satoru's heart..." he admitted, his hand brushing up and down your arm, making your skin burn.
He curled his fingers around you, gripping onto you with strength as he attempted to lean his face closer to yours. You had no idea what he was planning on doing but noticed a shift in his expression as his eyes widened with surprise.
"Didn't you know that curiosity killed the cat?" a voice behind him questioned, a wave of relief rushing over you when you glanced to see who it was, immediately recognizing your boyfriend.
Gojo's slender fingers gripped the back of Naoya's shirt and he pulled him away from you with incredible strength causing Naoya to stumbled over his footing as he backed away. Gojo found his place standing protectively in front of you, his expression flat and his jaw tense. He brought his hand to your waist holding you closely into his frame, the ease in your eyes giving him a reason to respond with a soft smile.
"Sorry, I took so long," he stated, noticing your shaking hands hold onto his arms as you finally exhaled.
You didn't even realize that you had stopped breathing.
"Tsk, pathetic..." Naoya muttered, watching you both with disgust.
Gojo straightened his back, his smile flattening into a straight line as he turned to face him. He casually walked towards Naoya, backing him up against the the wall before lifting his blindfold and revealing one of his fiery blue eyes.
"Is there something you want to say to me? Or are you just looking to pick a fight?" Gojo questioned, before fully removing his blindfold and reaching back for the collar of Naoya's shirt. "To think you would have the audacity to touch her in my presence...you're either the stupidest man alive, or completely full of shit."
You could see it, the slight fear in Naoya's eyes when Gojo spoke to him but you could tell the man had pride. He swallowed hard, puffing his chest out slightly to counter Gojo's threat, his face hardening before he replied, "you will speak to me with a little more respect-"
Gojo's hand was around his throat before he could even finish the sentence, his voice lowering as a sinister smile spread across his face. "Respect, huh? Coming from the man who showed absolutely no decency just a few seconds ago," he tightened his grip, pressing Naoya's body further into the wall and causing the paint crack.
"You forget that I can end you in a matter of seconds, Naoya..."
"Satoru," you spoke, tugging at his jacket before allowing things to escalate further. Your heart was racing but you wanted nothing more than to just get out of here and leave all this behind. "Let's just go, please..."
Gojo could see Naoya struggling against his grip but he was doing little to fight back. Probably because he didn't want to make a scene or maybe because his senses finally got knocked back into him. Gojo loosened his grip as the man fell to his knees, before kicking his chest and planting his boot on his sternum.
Gojo casually tied his blindfold back on, adding more pressure on his foot as he looked down at Naoya and flashed him a broad smile. "You'll forever be grateful to her, Naoya, because she just saved your life. If I ever see you so much as blink in her direction, I'll send your body back to your family in bits. Do I make myself clear?"
Naoya responded with a grunt but Gojo still refused to move. You reached for his arm, but he raised his hand in your direction indicating you to wait.
"Satoru..." you begged, your nerves getting the better of you.
"Before we leave he should apologize..." the sorcerer replied, his mocking tone infuriating Naoya who was still pinned against the floor.
"I have nothing to apologize for," the man grumbled but instantly regretted it when Gojo dug deeper into his chest.
"Apologize," your boyfriend commanded, in a tone that even made you tremble.
"Ugh," Naoya groaned, the pressure against his chest almost unbearable now, hindering his breathing as he struggled under Gojo's weight. "whatever, sorry..."
Gojo finally lifted up his leg, taking your hand in his as he gave it a soft squeeze.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased, before turning his attention to you. "Let's go, angel."
Naoya watched as the two of you walked out the door, grimacing with annoyance and embarrassment with what he just endured.
However, he did keep his promise, ensuring to never cross paths with you again. The truth was made clear: whoever was brave enough to actually harm the one thing Gojo Satoru loved the most, they would meet their end with his fury.
Can you write about how the JJk characters are like in their yandere version.
anon, I have actually been thinking about this recently - here’s some thoughts on yandere gojo, geto, nanami and choso!
(minors & ageless blogs dni) // tags: dark content (ish?); dub con; possessive; controlling; somno; mentions use of sex toy; use of pet name kitten; smut // a/n: I don’t usually write stuff like this so please don’t read if you aren’t comfortable!
GOJO - overwhelms you; he can’t keep his hands to himself whenever you’re around. he doesn’t care that you get nervous when he plays with your hair while you talk. he often loses his concentration to brush his knuckles down your cheek or swipe his thumb along your bottom lip. he expects a kiss whenever you greet him or say goodbye -and this kiss isn’t a chaste one on the cheek but a deep, consuming one on the lips. he wants to taste you on his tongue, to draw out every little breath and claim it as his own. the first time it happened you whimpered “s’too much,” but he just smiled against your lips and replied: “actually it’s not enough.”
you don’t fully understand why he treats you like this; why he can’t accept that his physical touch is more than you can handle. you hate that his face grows menacing when you deny him of what he wants, but you always end up succumbing to his advances. “this isn’t right, w-we aren’t even-ah…lovers…” you whisper in protest, your fingers digging into his lap while his own brush over your nipples underneath your shirt. he glides his nose up your neck and leaves a soft kiss just behind your ear as he pinches the sensitive buds. “we can be, angel…” he exhales, but his dark tone sends a shiver down your spine. “…it’s all I ever wanted…”
GETO - punishes you; you never expect him to behave cruelly towards you, because the man adores you in every way possible and regards you with nothing but admiring eyes. he’s so unbelievably sweet, you often question what you have done to deserve his heart in the first place. yet, you still find yourself easily triggering his jealousy. he won’t stand having others look at you, nor will he let it slide when you put yourself in positions of being around others who fancy you. it doesn’t matter how innocent the situation is - like when you decided to meet up with an old friend or when you gave the barista a gentle smile as he handed you your coffee - suguru will easily find it as an excuse to to remind you of what his love means over others.
“this is all they see when they look at you, you know?” he growls in frustration, his firm hands pressing your knees as he keeps you spread for him. “…your needy little cunt begging to be stuffed. they don’t give a shit about you…” - you whine when he thrusts his hips, because he’s rough and it’s entirely purposeful. he takes in the marks on your throat, your chest, and your inner thighs before softening his hard gaze. he brushes his mouth over your quivering lips, leaving a tender kiss in the wake of his retribution. “but I do, sweetheart…” he coos, as he finally eases his movements and you sigh with relief when he brings his fingers to your sensitive clit. “…I love you so fucking much. can’t you see that?”
NANAMI - controls you; he uses subtle manipulation tactics to make this happen, and because he’s supremely intelligent, it’s difficult for you to catch on when he does it. he has no ill intentions - he just wants to take care of you, and that has given him reason to claim ownership over you. you thought the diamond choker he bought for you was simply a sweet gift, but he’s particular about you wearing it at all times (except when taking a shower and sleeping). when your lease was up for renting your apartment, he arranged to have you move in with him without questioning how you might feel. “it’s for the best,” he insists, “you shouldn’t have to worry.”
he thrives off your submission; you so eagerly want to please him because you’re grateful for everything that he’s given to you. you’ll easily comply, and it works out beautifully for him. he narrows his gaze when he looks at you trembling against his sheets. “kento…wanna cum…” you mumble, and his ego flares at how you’ve been reduced to such a wet mess. he slowly shifts his gaze towards the phone screen, his thumb hovering over the control of the vibrating toy inside your cunt. “I know, kitten…” he sighs before taking a sip of his drink, pretending to show some consideration as he drags his finger to increase the speed. a wicked smile highlights his exceptionally handsome face, but your eyes roll to the back of your head that you don’t even notice - “just a little longer, hmm?”
CHOSO - claims you; he’s selfish about requiring your attention, and demands it at all hours. he hides how overbearing he is with his needy behavior, but he yearns for you in a way that aches. your time should belong to each other, it’s something precious that you both share together, and he can’t comprehend how you don’t feel the same way. of course he understands that you need space, but giving it to you is harder than he expected. he’ll often show up unannounced when you’re home alone or out with your friends, and he greets you by holding you tightly while murmuring “I miss you,” against your skin.
“please cho…” you implore, your heavy eyes drifting open as your fingers pull on the strands of his hair. “m’tired tonight…” - you are met with a hot gaze as he stares at you intensely from underneath his lashes, his lips suctioned over your clit while his fingers brush up against your gummy walls. he often does this when you’re sleeping, unable to resist himself even during the peaceful hours of the night. he doesn’t respond to your pleas, but proceeds to slurp and lick your tender pearl with even more conviction. “cho…” you hiccup, moaning a long, drawn out vowel as your breath shakes, “just…just one sec…” - he lifts his lips, his hungry eyes shifting down to focus on the sound of your pussy squelching around his thick fingers. “I’ll stop after this, okay, baby? I’ll let you go to sleep once you cum…”
cw: mature, mdni!, mentions of reader wearing a skirt
gojo LOVES your thighs. like i obviously see him appreciating the hell out of ass and tits, but thighs is where he goes weak. he wants them wrapped around his waist when he holds you against the wall, he wants them around his head when he uses them as a pillow.
he can’t wait for warm weather cause seeing you walk around in those skirts and dresses gets him so ughhhhhh. he’s just shamelessly looking over the top of his glasses at your legs while you’re at the market when the tiniest breeze just makes the fabric flutter around your thighs and he is WEAK. and he’s so happy too cause he can always see your legs, they’re not hidden like boobs—you can show them off.
he can’t keep his hands off of you EVER because when you sit? that crease between your hips and thighs makes him drool. when you stand? his eyes just trail up the back of your legs until they reach your ass. jeans? he loves them tight. skirts? skimpy. at home lounging? PLEASE wear his briefs.
sorry i’m so mean to toji lol. i like his son more
(edit) idky i said sorry, im not sorry
—gojo
thighs. i will die on this hill and on my tombstone it will say that i’m right. i already wrote about this, but i also think he’s a biter. you might be biting his arm or something as a joke, but he wants to devour your thighs. true man.
—nanami
tits. his dirty little secret? he wants you to walk around in only his large white button down, no bra, so he could see your nipple through it. hears you coming down the stairs? sneaks a peak to see them bouncing, or you holding onto them.
—sukuna
ass. and he probably likes it as red as his eyes, too. mf likes to punish (sadistic, duh) and your ass is the perfect size and shape for slapping. he’s mean, like, MEAN mean. anything sexual involves smacking your ass.
—toji
feet.
i’m joking i’m joking 😭😭 it’s so obviously ass—specifically ass to waist ratio. i know he stares at himself in the mirror cause he has his own slutty little waist. now he just needs to find a girl with an ass cause his is probably flat.
omg wait ok who in jjk do you think is an ass, thigh or tits person?? also congrats on 4k thats so sexc of u!!! you're so talented you deserve every one of them <33 MWAH
bb thank you so much ily so much <333 kiss kiss mwah <333 and! thank you for asking this i have been waiting for this ask to come into my inbox. warning; suggestive and mentions of nsfw
ITADORI YUUJI is an ass person. aside from the fact that it’s canon, i see him as someone that’s just mesmerized with ass. loves seeing it in jeans, or those patterned loose pants yk the one that make everyone’s ass jiggle, or in a tight dress, or in booty shorts. and not just that! he loves to be touching you too. as his s/o, you are never free from his groping hands. loves to lift you up and just place his hands on your ass, to ‘keep you steady’ or whatever, and also loves to lay on your ass if you’re on your stomach. makes you laugh so it jiggles against his head/cheek. he’s a bit too shy to smack your ass in public, but catch him doing it all the time at home. like as you’re passing by him or standing there minding your business. or just always having a handful of your ass when you two are sitting down/cuddling. definitely fake fucks you when you bend over too just saying.
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI i see more as a tits kinda guy. he says doesn’t have a preference, but that all changes when he sees you in a low-cut revealing shirt. he’s a respectful guy so he will be trying not to look. it doesn’t really work though. it’s not that he doesn’t like ass or thighs, it’s more that whenever he sees your tits it goes to his dick a lot quicker lmao. he loves, loves, loves it when you don’t wear a bra, no matter the shirt you wear, no matter your breast size, and if it’s see through as well? consider him dead. oh and megumi’s hands are large. i’m not saying he has a size kink but, there’s just something about the way they look against your breasts. also! he really likes,,, just, kinda, fondling with them. holding them, groping them, as he’s sitting there. it’s fun. and warm. also adores stuffing his face against your chest, even if you have small tits, he just likes it. it’s all about the intimacy of laying on your lover’s naked chest for him <3
KUGISAKI NOBARA is definitely a tits kinda girl. like no questions, no criticisms, nothing just vibes and titties. she loves the way they look, the way they feel, in her hands, in her mouth, literally anything and everything. considering she has breasts too, she knows just how comforting it is to hold onto them just randomly. if you have big breasts, she’s in heaven as she stuffs her face against them, nothing nsfw just cause. if you have small breasts, she’s still in heaven as she just sucks on them as a stress reliever. she’s like a toddler when she’s stressed like ‘lemme suck on your tiddies pls’ lmfao. also!! she is a fashion icon, an star, an idol, she knows the type of clothes that look flattering and which don’t. also she loves to go bra shopping with you just so she can get into the changing room and start groping and bouncing your breasts to test out the bra, as she claims. but yes, she’s a titties girl!
RYOMEN SUKUNA is, if not an all kinda guy, a thighs man. wears them like ear muffs lmfao. his infatuation was first purely nsfw, and he would show it by constantly leaving bruises all over them, marking you, whether it was from his tight, vice like grip, or from his mouth. but then over time it became just genuine love and fascination, especially after that one time you had whined at him after sex to just massage your sore thighs for you. he’d begrudgingly agreed, but then he ended up loving the feel of kneading them in his strong hands. and after growing comfortable with cuddling, his favorite position is just where his head is in between your thighs and your ankles are crossed at his chest. he can stay like that for hours honestly. also he likes to have his hands resting there, squeezing every once in a while. but, like i said, sukuna just likes your body in general.
INUMAKI TOGE was a little more difficult to decide, and i’m still not that sure of this, but i think he’d be an ass person, just because i think he’s lowkey very touchy with his s/o and he’d like to just— rest his hands there all the time. likes it when the two of you are cuddling and you leg is lifted up across him, allowing him to settle his hand on the curve of your ass. also he’s lowkey a very cheeky person when it comes to his s/o, so i can just imagine as you’re laying down on your tummy, he pats your ass and every time it jiggles he giggles to himself lightly. also the type to rest against his s/o’s ass just cause but he would actually fall asleep like that. also! whenever he’s resting like that, he likes to give your ass a little peck, just a small smooch, a token of appreciation if you will, before he pats where he kissed lightly, and in his own way he just says, “nice :D.”
GOJŌ SATORU. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass man! is absolutely in love with your ass. smacks it in public with zero shame, just sends a teasing grin your way, and like, finger guns at you with a wink or something. when you walk past him at home in shorts or like only your underwear, he likes to give it a nice little pat. every single time. and when you bend over while he’s sitting on the couch or laying on the bed or something, he calls out in the cheekiest, most teasing, most annoying voice, “nice.” i hate his sexy ass sm. does tiktoks with you that include you throwing it back on him because he wants to give you reason to. loves to watch you put on your clothes, especially jeans, when you like jump in them. he’s just a pervert with a license to constantly hit on you.
NANAMI KENTŌ is also definitely an ass man. look at him. tell me he doesn’t love ass. loves to fondle and grope it all the time, no matter where you are, and he’s very good at making it look subtle too so he gets away with doing in public too. nanami strikes me as someone that’s slightly possessive, not unhealthily so, but he does always like to subtle hand on you whenever the two of you are out, and more often than not his hand’s resting right above your ass. also he’s a very giving partner, in all ways, so i see him offering to give you massages all the time. definitely lingers on your ass, kneading strongly yet softly, even if you don’t need it? he just likes to do it. is not as open about it as the others, but he’s very obvious about it hehe
ZENIN MAKI is a thighs girl. also is the type to love stuffing her face in between them, but it’s a fixation kinda thing where she cannot stop ogling at your legs, specifically your thighs. loves to grope and squeeze at them all the time, and her all time favorite thing is seeing you in thigh highs, where the stockings squeeze at your thighs just a little. it makes her mind cloud over.
ZENIN MAI is a a tits girl. i was thinking maybe she’s an ass girl, but i’m so certain she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of you or your cleavage if you wore anything to show off your breasts. definitely likes to lay on your chest and kiss and suckle on them, just randomly. also kinda a possessive thing, cause she will absolutely leave marks. she just. loves your tits okay?
GETŌ SUGURU is an ass man. loves seeing you all dressed up in outfits that show your ass off, and almost always he won’t really touch, not unless the two of you were really intimate, but he looks. he looks so much, and he makes it so obvious that he’s checking you out. in public, at home, doesn’t matter. he’ll be eyeing you up and down and will have this sultry smirk as he glances at your ass. kinda hot ngl.
MAHITO is also a little bit tricky because i want to say ass, but i also want to say tits. somewhere in between ass and tits then. he has like,,, moods for them you know. sometimes he won’t stop ogling at your breasts, and other times he can’t keep his hands off your ass. either way, he’s very teasing about it, and he will buy you really provocative clothes to show both off. so kind <3
tw. fem!reader, praise, cursing, mentions of creampie, dry humping, soft dom w/ sub reader
𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢; the way you never stop making him smile even while he’s balls deep inside you, pounding mindlessly into your weeping cunt. “baby” itadori smiles, towering over you as he rests his palms under your ass, bending down to rub his nose against yours, “spread wider for me angel, you gotta take all of me, yeah?” itadori always tries to make fucking you serious but everytime he buckles to the way you giggle about his soft lips tickling against your skin, short breaths of curses left unheard as he watches your body cave from his excessive pounding and when his eyes finally lock on with your own, searching for something—it’s always reflecting back how hard he’s fallen for you.
𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢; loves the way his hand wraps around your throat perfectly, feeling you gulp under him has megumi go numb. it’s something about how he controls your breathing with just one part of his body, you succumb to him so easily and it fills megumi’s chest with a possessive demeanor so much—you’re his, and you’ll always be his. “just like that pretty, keeping fucking this cock—all fuckin’ yours” megumi groans, tightening his grip on your throat while he moves you down harder on his length, and whenever he needs to taste you on his lips megumi pulls you down to his level, mouths colliding while his tongue reaches the back of your throat. and megumi loves how much your pussy clenches down on his cock while he mimics the sheer tightness around your throat.
𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢; watches his sensitive cock throb in your hands while you pump him, the soft whispers of your lingering moans trace his ear. inumaki slowly gazes up at you, holding his trembling lip between his teeth, “why are you so perfect, toge?” you mumble against the shell of his ear while your face dips into the crevice of his neck, placing wet open mouth kisses on the skin. inumaki groans deep, bucking his hips into your grasps, he can already feel how close he is, whining when you move from his neck admiring the colorful marks on his skin to tasting his pretty moans. inumaki wishes he could tell you everything, how much he loves that you make him feel so alive, how you get him to cum in seconds and maybe he can’t speak but as inumaki whimpers and begs, splattering his cum on your hands before he’s clawing at you to ride his pretty cock—that’s all you need to hear.
𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚; the sounds of your body melting under his touch, legs dangling by his face while yuta bends down further trapping you beneath him, your moans reaching his ears as yuta splits you open, “so pretty taking my cock” he whispers out, arms buckling above you when yuta presses a kiss on your forehead. his eyes are lazy lidded, pumping his cock deeper in your pussy and yuta can’t help groaning at the noises escaping from your lips, tears forming around your eyes—and that’s when yuta finds you the most beautiful, how fucking gorgeous you look begging for his cum to fill you up, and when your walls clamp down on his length, gushing and creaming his cock that’s when yuta knows he can’t live without you—or this, absolutely shackled to your pussy.
𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨; he’s got a tough act to follow when you’re on all fours, skin rippling as he snaps his hips into you, face hitting the sheets below you while gojo grips the fat of your ass, “s-shit princess, you always this fucking tight?” gojo gurgles back a moan, almost a high pitched whimper settling in his chest when you crane your head back to look at him, bringing a hand to card through his white strands, tranquil blue eyes flickering a flame, gojo smirks giving an experimental thrust hard in you. but gojo thinks he has so much control fucking you past that white ring wrapped around his cock, juices spilling on the sheets, he probably won’t cum anytime soon—he’s got restraint afterall wanting to make you squirt and gush on his length till he’s satisfied. “b-baby stop clenching” gojo throws his head back, reeling his hips before he’s slamming right back into you, croaking when suddenly his cock twitches with enough cum painting your walls you can almost taste it in your throat. who’s in control now? not gojo, he’s too busy begging for you to fuck him again and again.
𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨; enthralled by the fact that you can’t keep quiet even when he has a hand over your mouth, teasingly grinding his crotch against his clothed pussy. his lap is already soaked with your juices and those whimpers keep slipping from his fingers, “shh pretty, can’t have everyone knowing how much you want this cock.” but deep down it makes him so fucking hard, watching your eyes grow wider the louder the background noises become, he barely touches your puffy clit through the thin material and you’re squirming under his hold. geto could probably make you cum this way and he should but this is far much better. he doesn’t have to do much before you’re begging for more of his touch, it’s not enough for you but him—it’s perfect, leaning down to whisper how fucking needy you are for his cock but he doesn’t think you deserve it. he presses down your clit till your thighs clamp down around his hand, smirking when a bundle of noises vibrate against his hand, “now you’re ready love, but gotta keep quiet while i fuck this pussy, yeah?”
𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨; could never comprehend how he got so fucking lucky, sitting back comfortably while you ride him—tits bouncing in his face, fingers tugging lightly against his scalp—choso senses are hitting a overload, he doesn’t know where to start but maybe, you could show him. gently grabbing choso’s hands you place them on your tits, he swallows a thick lump massaging the mounds while you begin to sway your hips, his brows furrowed from your juices beginning to slather his thighs, heart practically jumping from his chest at the pretty moans you keep bubbling from your lips and when you say his name? choso is nothing but a withering mess, shoving his face into your chest as his cheeks sting red. “don’t stop angel, k-keep moaning my name” choso utters, he’ll probably cum soon by the way your pussy milks him dry, but you’ll take more, right? gotta teach choso somehow.
𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢; doesn’t necessarily get jealous often but when he does it’s written all over his face—but he relishes the way you take him when it does happen. toji is more handsy, rough—and has to get his point across that you’re his and how much it pisses him off that people think you can easily be taken away from him. and that’s why he gathers your arms above your head, pinning them to the mattress, his cock throbs so much harder nestled inside your pussy when the your heels dig into his back. “pussy belongs to me” toji groans, snapping his hips against your body, back arching when the tip of his cock bumps against that spongy spot, “isn’t that right pretty girl?” but it’s a rhetorical question—and with a brain fused with nothing but his fat cock drilling inside you, your mind is left but mush. toji leans down to press his chest against your own, slowly pumping his cock now while he admires your fucked out expression, “i always treat my girl right too” toji dumps his warm seed right after his sultry words—he really does treat you good, load after load of his cum.
— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, all characters are aged up, fem! reader, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, slight size kink, riding, creampie, overstimulation
— notes ⋮ this was originally just a gojo thirst but i lost motivation to write what i had planned and i just decided to make this into hcs so that is why his is a bit longer sobsob
𖧷 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
gojo watches with a grin on his face as you try to take all of him in, hands behind his head while you struggle to fit his thick girth all the way. he smirks at the way tears prick at your lashes and your lips wobble as they curl into a soft pout, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“what’s wrong, sweetheart? can’t fit it all? thought you said you wanted to do it yourself,” he grins wickedly, chuckling as you huff and send him a glare. you’re stubborn—always have been, and it makes it all the more exciting to wreck you.
and gojo is going to utterly wreck you, he thinks.
“c-can’t—’s too big. won’t fit,” you sniffle, “toru, do something,” you huff.
“aw, can’t even take my cock without my help, can you?” he all but sings, “i gotta do everything for you, sweetheart. just too damn spoiled, huh?” with that, he licks his lips and angles his hips upward in a swift motion that has him burying to the hilt and making you fall against his chest as your face digs into his neck with a sob. the fat head of his cock hits deep against the sensitive spot of your slick cunt, making tears slip down your cheeks as he slams against it over and over again with every roll of his hips.
“fuck—toru,” you squeal, “more, wan’ more,” you sniffle, clutching onto his shirt. he lets out a breathy laugh, grunting as your tight walls clench down on him, your arousal glistening over his reddened cock as his hips roll into yours and his hands find your waist to pull you down and bounce you on his length. with a particularly sharp thrust, you mewl as his tip slams into your spot again, making him choke at the way you clench around him.
“that’s it, baby. take me so well, don’t you? fucked this pussy so many times, i fit right in,” he pants, “‘s my pussy, right? all mine.”
𖧷 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
geto pauses for a moment before he lets a wide grin tug on his lips, his hips rolling in the same angle over and over as he watches you intently. he chuckles quietly as your tits bounce with each thrust, head tossing back and eyes squeezing shut as one gasp is cut off by the next as the velvety tip of his cock hits against your sweet spot.
“looks like i found it, huh baby? like when i fuck you there? bet that feels good,” he says sweetly, slamming his hips again at a sharp angle, grinning when you squeal his name and let out a soft sob.
“‘s too much, suguru, slow d-dow—o-oh!” you cut yourself off with a moan when his thumb rolls over your clit—and it’s almost cruel, really. the way his thick cock drags along your gummy walls, the way his thumb rubs over your sensitive clit so harshly, the way his mouth sucks on your neck and nips at your skin. it’s too much, it makes your head spin and your eyes roll back as your thighs quiver.
“your mouth says one thing, but your pussy’s saying another,” he hums, “you’re sucking me in all on your own, baby. you want more, don’t you? i’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he grins, “gonna fuck you like you deserve,” he kisses the tears from your cheeks before rolling his hips, hitting the same spot deep inside you over and over again, watching you get lost on his cock with a proud smirk.
𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
toji is more than a little pleased at the way your hands grip the edge of the counter, pulling your hips back against him as he slams into you from behind. he chuckles at the way your legs are quivering, knees seconds from giving out as he bullies his fat cock into your sloppy cunt. he’s painfully hard, throbbing in your slick heat, the purpled tip of his cock nudging past your folds and stretching you open with every snap of his hips.
“doll, you’re dripping,” he rasps, the scarred side of his lips tugging into a lopsided smirk, “gonna leave a mess all over the floors at this rate,” he chuckles as you whine in embarrassment.
“o-oh—god, toji,” you whimper, back arching to give him better access, making him slam against the spot that makes you dizzy as you grip the counter tighter, “please, please, please,” you chant.
“please what, doll? gotta use your big girl words,” he purrs, “too busy gushin’ all over my cock, ya can’t even speak properly.” he ruts his hips deeper into you, balls clapping against your ass and veins dragging along your tight, warm walls and granting your more friction. he grunts as you clench down on him with another roll of his hips, feeling as you get closer and closer with the way your pussy sucks him in as he sinks deeper into you with each thrust. “that’s it, princess,” he grunts, “takin’ me so well, aren’t ya? such a greedy little pussy, ya got there.”
𖧷 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
“that feel good, love?” nanami murmurs against your jaw, pressing a soft kiss into the skin as his lips travel along your neck, sucking over your pulse. he hikes a leg over his shoulder, granting himself better access to slam deeper into your walls, your arousal and his pre cum coating the inside of your thighs in a sticky mess.
“yes, yes—like that, kento,” you gasp, “don’t stop,” you plead, bucking your hips upwards and meeting him halfway. nanami hums, slowly rolling his hips to drag his pulsing member along your walls, groaning when you hug around his aching length tightly. he watches his cock slip in and out of you, looking down to see the slight glisten of his reddened girth from the arousal dripping from your heat. you whine as he pushes past your folds and curves into you perfectly, tip kissing you just where you need him with ease. “kento,” you whimper.
“i know, love,” he murmurs, “i know. sh-shit—’m close too,” he rasps before biting your lower lip gently and pressing his lips to yours, drinking in every muffled squeal as he angles himself to bury his tip against the sensitive, velvety spot of your walls. “let go for me, yeah? fuck—need to feel you cum for me,” he moans, forehead pressing against yours as he lets out breathy pants against your skin.
𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀
“god—you’re so tight,” yuta gasps, whining into your neck as you tug at his hair. his hips are rolling into you desperately, chasing the friction the warm walls of your dripping cunt offers him, squeezing him in until it’s almost hard to move. “‘m so close—g-gonna cum. cum with me, please,” he pants, “gotta feel you.”
“yuta, ‘m close—so close,” you sob, “gonna cum too—fuck, feels good.”
“love you,” he whines, “g-god, i love you so much. feel this? ‘s all for you,” he stutters, “gonna cum for you.” he’s thrusting into you sloppily by now, hips losing their rhythm as he ruts into you as best he can, hitting you deep against your sweet spot. it makes you gasp, makes your walls flutter around him until he’s moaning helplessly at the way you squeeze around him.
“right there, yuta—p-please,” you whimper, and he drills his thick cock into your wet cunt over and over again, chasing the sweet friction of your pussy and the way you clamp down on him as he finds your spot repeatedly.
“more, more, more,” he pants, ragged and drunk on pleasure, “need more—gonna give you more.” with one more thrust, you break, walls spasming around him as you wail his name through your release, spurring his own orgasm as thick, hot ropes of cum spill into your walls and fill you up. “so good, ‘s so good—not enough,” he whimpers, still nudging his reddened tip deep into you, even as you both hiss from the overstimulation. “one more, jus’ one more, please.”
