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2003

[savagecatsuga]

I almost thought you were a bot. You new to tumblr?

I was today years old when I learned how to open inboxes on tumblr🤯

You’re like my first inbox! 🤩🙀 To answer your question, No I’m not a bot and yes I’m fairly new to tumblr😅

(I’m still figuring things out on tumbr I’m sorry😅)

but THANK YOU for taking out your precious time to me a message you literally made my day!!🫶🏻🫀

It’s so nice to meet you!💝

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.

mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.

mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.

mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”

mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.

mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.

mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.

mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, he’ll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.

mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that he’s being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.

mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of you—smudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollably—while he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.

mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.

mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. he’ll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.

mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, he’ll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.

mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. he’ll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddle—leaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ choso begging you to squeeze him with your thighs while eating you out ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

"ah—cho, please—"

the words broke apart in your throat, dissolving into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed softly in the quiet bedroom. you gripped the damp bedsheets on either side of your head, your knuckles turning white as his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deep stroke right over your clit.

he was relentless. he had been down there for what felt like hours, his heavy, rhythmic hums vibrating right through your skin every time you cried out his name.

"f-fuck—feels so good," you gasped, your hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, chasing the friction of his mouth. "right there—please..."

choso didn't speak. he only let out a low, dark growl of approval against your wet cunt, his large hands sliding up the insides of your thighs to hold you open wider. the deliberate, heavy rhythm of his mouth was blurring your vision, driving you past your absolute limit.

every lick was perfectly calculated, heavy and soaked with intention, until a particularly sharp, blinding wave of pleasure rippled straight through your spine.

your body reacted before your mind could register it. seeking an anchor against the overwhelming sensation, your thighs clamped shut instinctively, trapping his head securely between them.

choso let out a muffled, surprised sound against your folds, the sudden restriction cutting off his breath.

panicking, you immediately opened your legs back up, your breath hitching as your face burned with embarrassment. "oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—i wasn't thinking—"

"don't," he cut you off, his voice raspy, deeper, and rougher than you had ever heard it. he looked up, his dark eyes dilated so wide they looked almost entirely black, a faint, dark flush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheekbones.

he gripped the insides of your knees, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessiveness that made your blood run hot. "shit—do it again."

"w-what? but i—"

"please," he begged, the word slipping out with a desperate, breathless edge that made your stomach flip. his chest was heaving. "squeeze me again. oh fuck—just like that, baby. lock your legs."

the raw hunger in his expression made it impossible to refuse. slowly, hesitantly, you brought your thighs back together, locking him in place once more, applying a firm, steady pressure against his neck.

a low, ragged groan escaped him, vibrating directly against your sensitive bud. he buried his face back into you, his tongue working with a newfound, frantic intensity that completely derailed your thought process. "harder," he mumbled against your pussy, his hands sliding up to your hips, fingers bruisingly tight as he anchored you. "squeeze harder, baby."

you complied, tightening your hold, completely overwhelmed by the blinding intensity of it. you were caught so deeply in the throes of your own approaching climax that the world narrowed down to just the pressure of your legs and the wicked, relentless motion of his mouth.

because of the sensory overload, you didn't notice the subtle, rhythmic motion beneath you at first. you didn't realize that with every tight squeeze of your thighs restricting his airflow, choso was heavily, desperately humping his clothed length straight into the mattress. he was completely losing himself in the friction, his hips rolling in a tight, frantic pattern against the sheets, riding the intoxicating sensation of being choked by you.

your climax hit like a freight train, your walls pulsing violently around his tongue as a loud cry left your lips. you squeezed him tight, your thighs locking like a vice as you rode the wave.

right as you peaked, choso let out a choked, broken sound. his whole body went rigid beneath you. his hips gave one last, hard, desperate shove into the mattress, his fingers digging so deeply into your hips it was almost painful. he trembled violently, his breath catching in a long, shuddering gasp as he buried his face entirely in your thigh, hiding himself away as he spent.

as the sparks in your vision began to fade and your breathing slowed, you gradually loosened the grip of your legs. choso slumped forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow pants.

it was only then, as the quiet returned to the room, that you noticed the heavy, uneven thumping of his heart against your leg, and the distinct, damp heat pressing through the fabric of his trousers right where he had been pinning himself to the bed.

you blinked down at him, your hand coming up to rest in his dark hair. "cho...?"

he didn't move for a long moment, completely spent, his shoulders still twitching slightly. when he finally looked up, his face was completely flushed, eyes heavy and hooded with a profound, dazed satisfaction. he swallowed hard, a sheepish but utterly dark look in his eyes as he realized you had figured it out. he hadn't even touched himself; he had finished purely from the friction of the bed and the suffocating pressure of your thighs.

"told you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper as he leaned up to kiss your jaw, completely unbothered by his own ruined state. "i liked it."

[yerchokito]

PRETTY KITTY TURNS PRETTY HORNY .ᐟ FT SATORU GOJO

synopsis - finally you decided to adopt a new friend at the adoption centre! only, he wants to be more that friends…

warnings - p in v, brief oral sex (fem receiving) unprotected sex, slight manipulation(?) creampie, shitty smut, petname: master used mockingly, not thoroughly proofread, talk of potential children, lowk masochist gojo, ect ect. fem reader

notes - yay I finally got this out! lol it honestly did get a bit sloppy at the end but I wanted to get this out b4 christmas!enjoy! the smut is lowkey short but I don’t want to fix it..

edit - I just realised I posted this on his death date

Phew, you did it.

You finally grew a pair and adopted a newly rescued snow-leopard hybrid! After months of your self-pitying you managed to convince yourself to adopt a friend!

You spent many, many hours contemplating on whether to actually adopt. And many hours more watching sad videos on hybrids, how mistreated they are out of the adoption centre.

That was more than enough to convince you.

Now you have an exotic hybrid of your own! And he’s just the cutest little—er big thing! He’s got fluffy little ears, a handsome face, striking blue eyes, and the fluffiest tail in the world!

You’ve learnt a lot about him. His name is Satoru Gojo, around the same age as you! Unfortunately, he spent a lot of his life in illegal fighting rings. Poor thing almost got killed a while back. Luckily, his caretakers at the agency have had no aggression problems with him! He’s affectionate, friendly, reckless at times, but overall great to have as a first time owner!

He’s really—really big. His head just about reaches the ceiling of your small apartment. It's gonna be hard finding clothes for the man. Let alone a bed.

But that’s all a problem for future you!

Packing him in the car was a hefty thing, his tallness being the main problem, a little cramped (he had to lay half his body on the floor) but it worked in the end!

As soon as you bought the little—uh, big critter home, you pampered him with affections. Petting his head, rubbing his ears, scratching under his chin all that stuff that makes him mushy in the brain!

The only problem would be leaving him alone… he’s fairly clingy. You’ll just have to work on that. He seems capable enough. Hopefully…

Note to self: get a baby cam.

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

Maybe this was a mistake.

Satoru’s a really good guy, he’s friendly, definitely affectionate and really clingy. All good qualities that you love about him!

But, there are qualities you come to… dislike, so to say.

He’s bratty. defiant against your house rules, a back-talker.

He always wants attention. Pushing things off counters or using his tail to block your eyes whenever he wants to annoy you.

He’s very manipulative. Using his wide eyes to trick you—or anyone—into giving him sweets!

He’s also unbearably horny, probably his worst trait. Always trying to rub against you, heck even mount you! For someone so angelic-looking, he sure ain’t an angel.

And you can name a couple of… embarrassing incidents.

Incident #1

“Hey—Toru! What are you doing, stop that!” You shout, trying to push him back and away from— wait, are those your panties he has in your mouth!

“Satoru! Bad boy, get those out of your mouth!” You splutter, face flushing red.

But, apparently you adopted the devil.

He tilts his head in an innocent way, ears flopping to the side as he deviously munches on your precious—and very expensive—underwear.

You try to wrestle them away from his maw, unlucky for you, you’ve also adopted an abnormally tall hybrid. His innocent act drops as he dangles them above your head, laughing at your embarrassment.

Of course, he gave it back. Not without it slicked in his spit and now turned crotchless.

It was… not a great moment for you or your hopes of being dominant over him.

Incident #2

It’s a nice sunny morning, you got up earlier than your alarm, made a nice breakfast, and finally got that darned work assignment finished.

A peaceful day.

Until your precious kitty takes his biting urges on you.

“Satoru, do-don’t bite meee!” You whine, once again trying to push away the snarky beast. God, why must he be twice your size.

He chuffs, pining you with his weight as he nibbles at your skin. Tail swaying mischievously behind him.

“Mn—be still, lemme jus’…” He whispers. Devious man he is. His nibbling becomes full-blown bites, decorating your neck and collarbone in a bazillion bite marks.

Satoru only giggles at your pathetic attempts of squirming away. Pfft, you think he’ll let you walk away? Nothing gets away from his keen eyes.

Needless to say, the bite marks were not a fashion statement at work. Didn’t really capture as many complements as it did laughter.

Note to self: Invest in a muzzle.

Incident #3

Now, maybe this is your fault. You did notice the change in behaviour, he’s always been clingy— the staff at the agency did say he was… the possessive type. But! You didn’t notice the possessiveness until now! So it’s not entirely your fault.

Okay, maybe his growling at your friend— male, should you note— was a teensy red flag, the constant butting of his head against you was also alerting you. So you maybe-sorta-should’ve predicted this.

Maybe if you realised that Satoru is not entirely human (even though he acts like it), you would’ve remembered he has an amazing sense of smell.

“aaahnn… mornin’ Toru’, how did you sleep hm?” you yawn. The lack of response is unnerving, and rude.

“Hey now, ts’ not nice to ignore me, Satoru.” Again silence, wait—what the-?

“Oof! Satoru—gah!—get off!” You struggle, your overgrown hybrid kitty has decided to pounce on you, his full weight crushing you.

“H-hey—oh!” Did.. did you feel that correctly, is your boy.. oh gosh.

“Mrrow…mn, you smell s’ good.” His breath is hot against your neck, sniffing at your throat, his fuzzy ears rubbing under your chin.

“Mnh—heat, in heat? mrr..” He purrs, big hands encasing yours as the big idiot rocks his hips against your backside— oh my.

“H-huh? No, down Satoru! Bad boy—ooh!—don-don’t!” You try not to moan out as he ruts against you. Licking at the nape of your neck, almost mockingly.

“Heh— shh, I’ll take care of ya. Aw’ you’re so small compared to me..” Satoru breathes, chuckling like he always does.

…

Lets just say, Satoru has become real good friends with the spray bottle.

Note to self: Get him neutered.

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

And there are way more incidents as… sexual as these ones. You love the big guy, he’s cuddly, got a fuzzy head, really warm, but he seems to really enjoy mounting you. Like, really badly.

He’s become a menace! I mean, you knew he wasn’t neutered, but you didn’t think he’d be interested in you!

It's almost everyday he tries to get in your pants! Gotta hand it to him, he’s really persistent.

Well, you won’t be taking any of his nonsense today!

“Satoru! Breakfast!” You yell out. You hear him scurrying around the corner, jeez food fein.

“Heh, mm waffles..” He purrs at your feet, nuzzling against the back of your knee.

He wraps his tail around your ankle, hands gently kneading at your leg. Nose twitching at the sugary smells.

“You hungry, sweetie?” You coo, petting the big oafs head.

Awh, maybe you’re being too harsh on him. He’s your baby, he doesn’t know any better!

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

Oh who were you kidding, of course he knows what he’s doing! Why are you so gullible?

What was supposed to be a nice, calm, peaceful, non-sexual breakfast, ends up with your mischievous kitty munching on your pussy instead!

He’s got your legs up, knees having small-talk to your shoulders whilst he —quite literally— devours you.

“Satoruuu!— don’t do thaah! Oh!” You squeak. You weakly push on his head, trying to get him away from your front.

Unfortunately, Satoru is a determined cat.

“Mnn, be still. M’ hungry.” He purrs between your legs, the vibrations of his voice send tingles up your spine.

For Satoru, that delicious nectar leaking out of you is heavenly. Until this thin, pathetic piece of fabric ruins his meal. If only he could just…

rripp!

“H-huh? S’toru! Those were expensiveee— haa!” You scold. well, try to. It’s hard to speak when you’re literally breathless.

He tongues at your now naked pussy, slurping all that gooey goodness you so graciously produce. So sweet.

He pulls back, your cunt and his mouth connected by a sloppy string of spit. He coo’s and presses a kiss hard against your clit, making you twitch and moan.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the devil incarnate smiling so sweetly, his tail curling around your ankle. What was once a sweet gesture is now no longer reassuring.

Your ‘innocent’ kitty now has free rein to your more… primal parts. The stronger scent pulls on Satoru’s will, he whines at the sudden, yet aggressive urge to bury himself inside you.

Hmm maybe he should.

Hoisting himself up, Satoru leans back on his calves, admiring the little mess he’s made of you. Flushed red, panting, drooling, and completely high on the pleasure. His pants tighten.

He’s been blessed with such a cute owner!

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Haa— d’aww don’t be so shy, master. Heh—fhuck!” Said the devil incarnate, mockingly.

Satoru is a condescending bunch, cute but really full of himself. It’s shows in his way of fucking.

He has you on your back, legs resting on his broad shoulders as he literally folds you in half. Your head is just reeling, your face is covered in his spit, hairline all sweaty, jaw hanging open, and you're burning all over!

His cock is big, too big. It nearly split you in half when he tried to fit it in. He’s never been a patient kitty.

“Awhhh— masterrrr, you’re tightenin’ up sho’ muchhh…” He purrs. Tail swaying mockingly.

Leaning forward, Satoru nuzzles his ears against your cheek, wanting to be pet.

Unfortunately, you’re incoherent to his requests. Too focused on the harsh rutting of his cock into your sticky cunt.

“Heyyy… pet meee,” He whines, “Hm? Heh— tappin’ out already?” His eyes gleam with mischievous-ness as he grins a toothy grin. You’re not gonna make it out alive.

He bites his lip, giggling at your pleasured face. If only he could take a picture, save this moment forever. He cups your face, caressing your sweaty cheeks, then presses a loving kiss to your lips.

“Mwah! Hehe— you’re so cute,” He whispers against your lips.

In midst of this somewhat sweet moment, the pace of Satoru rolling his hips against you increases. Then turning into him full on slamming his hips into yours, huffing as he focuses on pounding you into next week.

All you can do is grip onto him, tugging on his ears. He moans pornographically, drooling as you harshly grip his sensitive ears. The painful yet pleasant sensation sparks something new in Satoru.

With the intent to breed, Satoru turns you over. His chest to your back as he leans his weight on you, arms wrapping tightly around your sweaty skin.

This new position gives Satoru a better chance at giving you some cute mini him’s!

“Oh! Oh!—Toruuu’!” You squeal, tears now brimming in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling that is undoubtedly him.

Without warning, you cum. Hole clenching and spasming and coating his lower body in a translucent liquid.

“Hm—hah— I knew you wan—ahn—wanted me!” He mewls, quickly pounding in and out, creating a wet ‘schlick!’ sound.

Oh you’re so perverted! Letting your precious kitty take you like this!

You’ll never live this down.

Satoru doesn’t seem to care.

“Oooh— m’ cumming, nng— masterrr!” He moans, non-stop humping into your creamy pussy, drooling all over you.

“Not—not insideee! Toru’!” You cry out, pushing your hips back to get him off of you, it does the opposite.

His tail wraps around your thigh as he cums. It splurts frantically inside of you, his cock twitching violently as he whines in pleasure.

It’s hot, sticky and definitely a thick load. It feels endless, liquidy rope after rope. But it feels so refreshing.

He pulls out (you didn’t think he would), nuzzling and purring at the nape of your neck. Innocently licking at your tear-stricken cheeks.

…

It’s been so long since you last experienced this pleasure.

You’ll definitely regret this later.

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

Oh god, why did you do that!

Having sex with a hybrid is just a different type of low, even for you!

Oh jeez, you're just as perverted as him! Oh whywhywhywhy! He was just supposed to be a companion! Not a—

“Mrr, pet meee..” Satoru whines, pawning at your chest. He’s back to his old self again.

Mostly. He’s become more… confident in his abilities over you. Let’s just say after your regrettable (not in his eyes) playtime with him, he has no restraint on mounting you now. The idiots even started humping you in public!

Which is why you’ve been leaving him at home.

Now more than ever, you two spend a lot of time together. Mostly consisting of naps, him licking you, more naps, eating… recreational activities, blah blah blah. He now sleeps on your bed, he’s more like an overstayed one night stand than an exotic cat.

At Least he’s extra cuddly!

[xazse]

Notes: HELLO THANK YOU FOR YOUR SWEET WORDS AT THE BOTTOM I HOPE YOU DONT MIND ME CROPPING BUT DO NOT WORRY EVERYTHING US INCLUDED!!

Pairings: PuppyHybrid!Reader x SnowLeopardHybrid!Satoru x Owner!Suguru

Manga  title: Villainous  Lady  is  Suspicious:  Her  Doting  Husband's  Sweet  Love  is  Too  Convenient  to  Believe

Warnings: Smut + hybrids + heats + biting + crying + not proofread + mean!Satoru like really mean + Suguru doesn’t get on in the action so sorry! Mainly Satoru x reader focused

It’s  the  third  time  today  alone  that  you’ve  whined  for  Suguru’s  attention  and  quite  frankly  Satoru  is  starting  to  dread  the  noises  coming  from  within  your  room,  he  doesn’t  quite  understand  why  he  can’t  see  you,  Suguru  bars  any  sort  of  interest  that  piqued  his  fluffy  ears.

Just  like  now,  Satoru  finally  has  Suguru  to  himself,  rubbing  his  ears  lazily  while  the  tv  produces  a  nice  buzz,  the  atmosphere  is  nice  and  he’s  been  bugging  Suguru  for  this  for  a  while  now,  ever  since  your  pesky  heat  started.  Yeah  he  totally  wasn’t  asking  for  this  before  but  who  cares?  He  needs  the  attention  right  now.

As  soon  as  a  loud  moan  screeches  across  the  room  Suguru  is  immediately  on  his  feet   and  whispering  to  Satoru  that’ll  he  be  back  but  he  knows  that’s  a  lie,  as  soon  as  you  wake  up  you  require  his  attention  until  you  fall  right  back  asleep.  He’s  starting  to  think  you’re  doing  this  to  just  spite  him,  Suguru’s  explained  that  you  genuinely  can’t  control  it  but  he  thinks  differently.

He  can’t  lie  and  say  you  don’t  sound  absolutely  amazing   when  Suguru  does  tend  to  you,  Satoru  presses  himself  against  the  door  to  listen,  it  borderline  drives  him  crazy  to  think  how  he  can’t  even  watch.  he’d  love  to  help  you  out  in  his  own,  abit  selfish  way.

He  can  picture  just  how  Suguru  is  treating  you,  whispering  sweet  nothings  into  your  ear,  relaying  how  he’s  gonna  make  it  all  better  for  you,  kissing  and  worshipping  the  ground  you  walk  on  just  because  your  pussy  drowns  from  those  said  words,  he  can  give  you  those  same  things  if  Suguru  would  just  let  him  see  you.  He  hasn’t  seen  you  in  about  three  days  and  he  can’t  help  but  think  he’s  being  tortured  and  left  out  on  purpose,  one  of  you  and  Suguru’s  mean  schemes.

Satorus  cock  stirs  to  life  in  his  sweats,  every  single  moan  is  achingly  just  more  pressure  building  up  in  his  balls,  with  reluctance  he  leaves  the  two  of  you  alone  to  sulk  in  his  own  company.

      It’s  a  few  long  devastating  hours  before  Suguru  comes  out,  a  small  faint  smile  decorating  his  face,  he  settles  down  on  the  comfy  couch  and  relaxes,  letting  Satoru  lay  his  head  in  his  lap  to  receive  those  good  scratches  behind  his  ears.  With  how  much  he’s  been  dealing  with  you  it’s  no  surprise  he  falls  asleep  within  the  next  twenty  minutes.

It’s  definitely  no  surprise  within  the  next  thirty  minutes  after  that  you’re  whining  for   Suguru  once  again.  He  doesn’t  stir  from  his  slumped  state  immediately  like  he  usually  does,  no  he’s  still  sleeping  soundly.  Satoru  could  check  up  on  you?  He  could….  He  knows  he’s  not  supposed  to,  but  when  has  he  ever  truly  listened?

He  slips  up  from  Suguru’s  lap  with  the  stealthiness  of  his  kind,  making  sure  to  quietly  leave  the  room  and  turn  the  tv  up  just  a  bit.

Satoru  presses  open  your  door  and  peaks  in,  his  ears  twitching  in  attention  at  the  way  he  hears  a  sigh,  seemingly  you’re  starting  to  calm  down  at  the  thought  of  Suguru  coming  to  soothe  you  all  over  again  but  he  isn’t  Suguru.  He  steps  into  the  room  with  all  the  confusion  in  the  world,  you’re  sapped  in  the  middle  of  bed  curled  up  in  a  fetal  position,  wearing  nothing  but  a  thin  night-slip,  looking  a  bit  more  he  sees  you  bothered  with  no  panties.

      Satoru  spreads  you  wide  and  open  for  him,  pretty  little  cunt  so  wet  and  glistening,  he  admires  how  cute  you  look  and  how  eager  you’re  being,  you  push  your  hips  towards  his  lips  begging  him  to  give  you  relief,  apparently  Suguru  has  tried  to  only  use  fingers  on  you,  something  about  you  not  being  all  there  yada  yada,  Satoru  couldn’t  care  less.

He  licks  one  long  stripe  up  your  cunt,  savoring  and  practically  shivering  at  just  the  taste  of  you  alone,  you  react  instantly  with  a  buck  of  your  hips,  thanking  him  just  for  that  little  action.  He  spreads  you  open  to  suck  on  your  little  bud,  swirling  his  tongue  around  it  spurrs  you  on  to  move  even  more  erratically.  Something  mischievous  crawls  up  Satoru’s  spine  and  plants  itself  there,  why  should  he  reward  you  for  practically  ignoring  him?  He  switches  from  wanting  to  pleasure  you  to  wanting  to  draw  this  out  as  long  as  possible.

He  doesn’t  suck  directly  on  your  clit  instead  he  shows  love  to  the  outside,  licking  the  areas  around  your  clit,  but  never  where  you  need  it  most,  sweet  pleas  start  making  their  way  forward,  begging  him  to  just  give  you  what  you  need.

Your  thighs  shake  and  flex  around  his  head,  trying  to  get  any  semi  control  over  his  tongue  but  nothing  works,  your  little  puppydumb  brain  cries  out  his  name,  begs   for  release.

He  licks  your  sopping  hole,  ever  so  slowly  laving  over  it  nonstop,  even  sometimes  sticking  his  tongue  inside  your  walls  so  you   clamp  down  around  him  just  for  it  to  be  taken  away  from  you.  You  sometimes  hate  how  Satoru  treats  you,  he’s  always  looking  for  ways  to  rile  you  up  but  you’d  have  never  thought  he’d  attempt  it  when  you’re  the  most  vulnerable  you’ve  been.  He  even  cruelly  stretches  you  open  with  one  finger,  pumping  in  and  out  but  never  ever  licking  your  clit.

When  you  try  to  jerk  him  up  a  little  he’s  so  quick  to  bite  your  thighs  and  growl  out  his  warning,  you’re  on  the  verge  of  crying  now,  but  he’s  still  giving  you  a  little  of  what  you  want  when  he  hears  the  waterworks  start,  giving  your  clit  a  little  kiss  to  keep  you  sedated.  Your  stomach  takes  in  air  but  feels  like  it  doesn’t  give  it  back  in  return,  you’re  so  short  of  breath  that  it  feels  exactly  like  a  chore  to  even  keep  up.

You’re  so  damn  dizzy.

Satoru  licks  up  any  residue  that  slips  from  your  cunt  in  nasty  globs  around  his  fingers,  his  warm  mouth  forcing  more  and  more  to  slip  directly  onto  his  tongue  and  of  course  he  swallows  it  with  no  issue,  even  licking  some  that  slips  down  from  your  pussy  to  your  ass.

       This  goes  on  for  what  feels  like  hours,  Satoru  taking,  giving  and  taking  even  more  from  you  till  you’re  completely  boneless,  all  you  can  do  is  lay  limp,  the  slight  buzz  thrumming  throughout  your  body  and  let  the  leopardhybrid  have  his  fun,  of  course  he’ll  come  up  and  even  spare  you  a  little  kiss  which  you’ll  eagerly  return.  He  doesn’t  spare  your  boobs  either,  tugging  on  them  and  teasing  them  terribly  sore,  sucking  on  them  between  his  sharp  teeth  with  no  regard  for  your  wellbeing.

When  Suguru  finally  comes  to  and  finds  Satoru  no  where  within  eyeshot  and  a  terrible  gut  feeling  does  he  finally  make  his  way  to  his  sweet  girl.  He’s  not  even  surprised  to  find  Satoru  being  a  mean  bastard,  he’s  always  been  like  that  ever  since  Suguru  had  brought  him  home  and  it  only  got  worse  when  he  brought  you  home  a  few  months  after,  he  was  always  terrorizing  you  with  harsh  pranks,  and  you’d  come  to  him  crying  wishing  to  be  reassured  with  what  he  was  did  was  wrong.

It’s  about  time  he’s  a  taste  of  what’s  it’s  like  to  be  on  the  receiving  end.

After  making  sure  you  were  okay  with  gentle  kisses  and  even  more  sweet  words,  does  Suguru  restrain  Satoru,  he  just  wasn’t  sure  what  to  do  about  your  heat  but  providing  you  endless  orgasms  until  you  fell  asleep  but  now  he’s  perfectly  aware  of  what  to  do,  with  you  being  wet  enough  from  your  previous  ministrations,  it’s  not  hard  for  him  to  lift  you  right  above  Satoru’s  weepy  red  tip  and  slide  you  down  onto  his  cock,  a  sound  which  he’s  never  heard  before  releases  itself  from  the  confines  of  your  throat.

This  is  probably  exactly  what  you’ve  needed  the  entire  time,  a  cock  to  fill  you  up,  and  it  does,  it  slides  against  your  walls  with  ease,  down  nice  and  gently  till  you  bottom  out  completely.  Satoru  groans,  he  thinks  about  how  Suguru  should  be  livid  he’d  been  messing  with  you  for  a  better  part  of  an  hour  but  his  expression  remains  neutral  whilst  he  kisses  and  holds  your  waist  from  behind,  his  eyes  completely  fall  on  you  and  only  you.

The  jealously  bubbles  up  again,  jealously  from  Suguru  holding  you  and  how  you’re  being  held  by  so  close  to  his  owner.  Satoru  whines  like  a  pup,  hating  how  left  out  he  feels.

      Suguru  starts  a  nice  pace  for  you,  slow  and  sensual,  aware  of  just  how  worked  up  you’d  been.  But  he’s  absolute  torture  for  Satoru  he’s  always  hated  slow  sex  for  himself,  especially  when  his  cock  is  being  used,  he’s  being  ignored  and  yet  you’re  receiving  pleasure.

When  you  get  used  to  the  size  of  him  then  does  Suguru  speeds  up  your  hips,  pussy  fluttering  and  pulsing  around  him,  your  head  bounds  back  against  his  shoulder  while  he  does  literally  all  the  work  for  you,  giving  your  pussy  all  that  it  needs  straight  from  the  source.

Satorus  the  one  who  cums  first  with  a  loud  yelp,  blurry  foggy  eyes  trying  to  focus  but  it’s  impossible  with  the  way  his  balls  squeeze  and  tighten.

you’d  think  after  an  intense  orgasm  like  that  Suguru  would  stop,  he’s  learned  his  lesson  but  he  doesn’t,  he  keeps  bouncing  you  on  his  cock  for  hours  after  that,  keeping  you  awake  so  you  can  get  everything  out  of  your  system  for  today,  it  feels  fucking  amazing  having  your  cunt  filled  with  massive  amounts  of  cum,  cum  that  just  helps  push  you  over  the  edge  again  and  again,  with  Suguru  helping  rub  your  clit  you’re  having  such  an  amazing  time,  blinding  by  the  pleasure  deep  within  your  core  while  Satoru  tries  to  buck  you  off  of  him  just  for  Suguru  to  send  a  harsh  slap  to  his  thigh,  he  obeys  with  no  objections.

This  goes  on  until  your  heat  is  over  with,  it’s  not  just  you  in  your  room  alone  and  wanting  so  badly,  you’re  finally  able  to  be  filled  nonstop  for  the  rest  of  the  pesky  week.

[yerchokito]

little snowleopard gojo bit because I fear many of you miss him.. I do too..

slightly suggestive, sorta manipulative gojo(?)

satoru’s a good kitty, sure he can be annoying, a trouble maker, a bad influence on the younger hybrids, unbearably clingy, and surprisingly terrifying at times, but he’s a good cat!

your friends don’t believe you, of course. saying ‘he’s too aggressive!’ and ‘get em’ neutered’ all because your kitty just gets a bit possessive with you :(( i mean, yea you told them about his daily attempts at trying to uhm.. how would he say it? ah yes ‘mate’ with you (but not the time he actually did, oh no no no no).

but your friends don’t know nothin’! satoru’s just growing! (he’s fully grown) he just needs to blow off some steam (does it have to be on you?) he’s your baby (hardly) and you’ll help the poor guy (no doubt).

honestly, it breaks your heart at all the things they say about him. especially when he can hear :(( oh your white haired fluff-ball runs straight into your lap (but he’s way too big to be a lap cat), huffing sadly as he nuzzles into your stomach. cooing softly at him, you gently scratch that good spot right behind his fuzzy ears, his tail curling around your ankle.

he’s sniffling, aw poor thing :((

he snakes a shaky hand up to squeeze at your chest, lifting his head up and pouting at you, wide blue eyes peering at your soul. ‘‘can you make me feel better..?” he says. oh jeez you really shouldn’t do this. not again but.. it’s just to make your pretty kitty happy again?

poor you falling for your precious kitty’s tricks :(

[dolly-lina]

Currently suffering from this weird disease called "ovulating" and the only cure is Fred & George Weasley :3

[suguruss1ut]

cold blood & venom

pairing: snake hybrid! suguru x zoo keeper! f! reader

tags: dom!suguru, light bondage(he wraps himself around your wrists), pussytalk, dubcon just in case, oral (f rec.), unprotected piv, creampie, exhibitionism(but no one sees), spit, venom used as an aphrodisiac, slight hair pulling, cockdrunk!reader, slight fear kink, fingering, squirt, multiple orgasms. 《 dividers by @/pixopix / fanart by @/c_foamoon_ (X) 》

a/n: disclaimer, i have never actually read a hybrid fic... so i hope this isnt too bad💀

wc: 2.7k

mating season was approaching, and suguru has had his sharp eyes set on you for a awhile now.

the staff of the zoo where he was located at have tried countless amounts of times to bring him females to mate with, but to no avail. he could smell the lack of pheromones leaking off of them, but you? you were gushing them. suguru could trace your sweet scent from miles away.

he'd be watching you from his secluded cave every time you entered his enclosure, cold gaze fixed upon you from a safe distance when you'd come to clean his space or bring his supper.

you were currently crouched in a corner, scrubbing the glass separating his terrain from the zoo's corridors just before closing time. masked by the shadows of his cave, his long, ebony tongue would slip past his lips as he eyed your plush thighs being squished in those short cargo pants that stopped right below your ass cheeks, is this what you humans call a "uniform"?

you could feel suguru's stare on you, like a weight tugging at your feet, urging you to look back, but you never did, couldn't bring yourself to. his presence alone was heavy enough to fill your lungs with cotton, and who's to know what a cold blooded snake hybrid like him can do? you don't want to risk it.

so after you're done scrubbing the glass, you gather your cleaning rags and shove your gaze into the ground, heading to the exit door with fast feet.

you couldn't even tell when his stealthy, slithering body had made its way behind you, nearly making you jump when he spoke.

"am i such a bad company, sweet thing?" suguru purred, his words sending shivers throughout your body.

you turned around, facing him. his jet black hair cascaded freely over his shoulders, muscular arms crossed in front of him as his tail dragged heavy behind him, the sand coloured scales glimmering in the warm light of the terrain.

"you're not bad company–" you spoke, before suguru cut you off.

"then why, are you so determined to avoid me?" your eyes widened, faintly, but enough to be detected by his keen eyes.

"i'm not avoiding you, i'm just doing my job," you gave a half smile, trying to play it cool.

"so you can stay a while now that you're finished, right?" suguru asked, his sharp amber eyes bore through you, glowing yellow in the light of the enclosed room.

"actually i have something i need to–" you argued, unconsciously stepping back as he slithered towards you.

"you'll stay here," suguru demanded.

"you know you want to. but more importantly, this pussy wants to." your breath hitched, taking another step back only to stumble when your back was pressed against the stone of his built-in cave. he cornered you.

"i can hear her cry my name whenever she's close to me." his gaze was unsettling, stirring a burning heat in the pits of your stomach as he unbuttoned your shorts, slipping them down.

"and there's no point in denying," suguru stated, his snake-like tongue slipping out between his lips as he brought two long fingers to your clothed cunt, feeling the wetness soaking your panties, "not when she's this wet."

a helpless whimper fell through your lips as you leaned into the stone wall to steady yourself, eyes wandering around your surroundings to make sure you won't be seen through the glass walls.

"get in," suguru ordered with a smile, making himself tower over you by pushing his weight into his snake-like lower body.

your pants were left forgotten as you obeyed, proceeding to enter the cavern with suguru following closely behind.

it wasn't spacious–but big enough to contain suguru's 10ft something self. shadows swallowed the room, with just enough light from the rest of the enclosure peeking through the entrance, with a nest-like bed for him to twist into.

suguru motioned you to sit down, and you did, pressing your thighs closed together in hopes you'll ease the burning pressure building up by the second. your thoughts were running rampant with anticipation, what will he do to you? will you even be able to handle it?

"look at this mess," he muttered, hovering above you, "haven't even touched you properly and you're soaking through your panties."

the soft whimper you let out was easily heard in the silent room, and your breath hitched when suguru got closer, eyes scanning over any change in your expression.

doe eyes stared back at him, and he couldn't help but almost feel his cold blood warming up at the sight, running his thumb over your bottom lip with a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

his hand slipped into your hair, knotting it in the roots and pulling your head back. the unshakeable gaze never left your face, his sharp fangs visible as his long tongue slithered out past his lips, tasting the mix of fear and arousal seeping from you in the air.

your mouth parted in shock, just enough for his venomous spit to drip off his tongue and onto yours.

you swallowed without him saying anything, the sweet taste of the venom was merely a disguise for the neurotoxins to kick in, making your mind foggy.

"lay back for me, will you, sweet thing?" a slow, predatory grin spread across his face.

your initial fear of him had settled into something carnal, a sinful need for him that made your skin burn under his touch.

the comforter sank under your weight when you laid back, cheeks flushed pink with heat as you looked at suguru, whose stare burned through your soaked underwear.

"fuck... ruined your panties like a slut," he leaned in, not an ounce of displeasure in his tone.

his nose brushed your inner thigh, his keen senses easily picking up on the heat pouring from your clothed cunt, the fragrance of your arousal filling his nostrils.

his sharp tongue dragged over the damp fabric covering your slit, letting himself get high off your scent, fighting the urge to sink his venomous fangs into your plush thigh.

suguru was aware of your every move, the way your hips twitched before him, how your breath was shaking with need, and how you gripped onto the pillow above your head. he took that as an opportunity to slither his long tail and wrap himself around your wrists, keeping them locked in place.

you let out a strangled whimper, the sound of his rattles cut through the silence of the room as you wiggled your hands, halfheartedly trying to escape his grasp.

"shhh, hush now," suguru whispered into your cunt, gripping onto your legs as they hung over his broad shoulders.

"mmmhh," you dragged out a whine as his lips pressed against the soft skin of your inner thighs, leaving peppered kisses that left you aching for more.

"so eager, so responsive," suguru rasped, lust dripping from his voice, "and to think you would've been on your way like an ungrateful brat..."

" 'm sorry, please–" you mumbled, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"please what, sweetheart? you don't even know what you're begging for...tsk" he mocked you, nose nudging along your slit, sending tremors through you.

"need you, suguru," you enunciated, a glimmer of shame washing over you upon your neediness.

"you can't handle me just yet, pretty," he gave you a smile, pure and genuine; not at all like he was about to sink his fangs into the thin fabric of your panties, ripping them clean off you.

your breath caught in your throat, you didn't know if it was because of suguru's earlier action or the way he dragged his sharp tongue between your syrupy folds.

a strained, involuntary groan escaped suguru as he tasted you, sweeter, filthier, than he's ever imagined. he circled your clit, his lips grazing over it before he wrapped them around you.

"nnghh–" your entire body writhed in his grip, spine arching fruitlessly as he pulled you closer against his face, lips pulsing deliberately around your clit as he suckled on your tender nub.

whatever he was doing to you, you felt like you were ten times more sensitive. your cloying nectar leaked from your slit in droplets, thighs jerking with every greedy lap of his tongue.

"such a pretty pussy–it's a shame she's so slutty." suguru spoke into your heat, venom-laced honey dripping from his voice.

two long digits slid over your glistening folds, parting them to see the spit combined slick dripping from you. the pads of his fingers ghost over your perky clit, circling it like prey before inserting them into your core.

"mmnghh—suguru," his name fell off your lips like a prayer as he twisted his fingers, curling them inside you and making your velvety walls flutter around him greedily.

your legs began shaking, trembling uncontrollably with the sudden surge of overwhelming pleasure. your dripping hole sucked him in, thighs weak as they clamped around suguru's hair with each pump of his fingers.

"aahhh–!" with his free hand, he wrapped his hand around the back of your knee, pushing you forward and lifting your hips in one practiced move. you screamed due to the newfound angle, pussy squelching and spluttering slick as he reached even deeper in you.

"i c–can't, it's too much...mmphh, please–don't stop," you babbled, but suguru's only focus was that pretty pussy leaking around him.

his cunning tongue drags over your clit, flicking over it as lithe fingers swirl your insides. your gummy walls clamp around him, squeezing him tight as the fine string holding you together threatens to snap.

before you know it, the fluid heat pours out of you, gushing over suguru's digits as he continues to pump you full, draining you of all the pent up pleasure that made you squirm and beg for release.

you're in a haze, watching suguru through hung lashes as he licks your dripping remnants clean off his fingers, maintaining eye contact all throughout.

his golden gaze is swallowing you whole, observing you intently as if to let you know that this is far from over.

the shrewd smirk tugging at his lips never leaves his face, not when he starts to kiss up your body, sending shivers down your spine, and not when his sharp teeth graze over your perked up nipple, making you squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back into his.

his tail slowly releases from around your sore wrists, slithering his way upwards your body so he's eye-to-eye with you.

a sucked in a soft breath, wriggling your hands as he freed you from his cold, intertwined grasp, giving you a glint of confidence that you regained some control.

"you get off on the idea of anyone being able to see you if they pass by... and see how easy you are to break," suguru purred, and a sudden stillness claimed your face, lips parting in astoundment when something long and thick pressed against your stomach.

surely that wasn't there before, you would've definitely seen it.

his swollen tip dragged down your abdomen, drops of arousal trailing in its wake. suguru's arms were planted on either side of your face, caging you in, giving you nowhere to run even if you wanted to.

"fuck–suguru," you whined, your sensitive cunt welcomed him in, stretching around his girth as he pushed in–one slow, torturous inch after the other.

"so tight," suguru hissed between his teeth as he felt your velvet walls clamp around him.

the burning sensation you initially felt had turned into pleasure, his cock slipping in with little resistance thanks to the way you gushed around him.

"so obsessed with this cunt," suguru rasped, eyes falling closed as he bottomed out, filling you to the brim.

you let out a strangled moan, fingers digging into the fabric of the sheets beneath as suguru overcame your senses, leaning in close to you.

all you felt was him–the way his lips grazed over the shell of your ear, and how his warm breath ghosted over your bare neck.

one hand snaked its way to still your hip, gripping onto the soft skin as he pushed himself even further inside you, the pressure in your lower half cutting through you when he kissed your cervix.

"knew this slutty pussy could take me," suguru groaned into your ear, and the air was knocked out of your lungs as he found his pace. his hips smacked against yours, cunt clenching around him like a noose.

"she's squeezing me like she was, hah–made for it," his voice was low against your ear, jolts of electricity being sent through your body, and a choked cry came in response. your hands abandoned the sheets and clung over his broad back, leaving streaks of pink as you dug your fingernails into his skin. suguru hissed, thrusting into you at a punishing pace.

" 's too m–much!" you meweld, arching into him like it still wasn't enough.

"yet this greedy little cunt just keeps taking me," suguru replied, an undeniable hunger in his eyes as he split you open.

"fuck– i want her full, dripping with me for days," he rasped, like both a prayer and an order.

"nnghh–yes, p–please," you panted, wanting him to claim you in every way.

his composure broke, rough hands digging into your hips as he stared you down. inky strands of hair fell over his face, groans and hisses slipping past his parted lips.

"you love being my cocksleeve," suguru didn't ask; he stated it like a well known fact. you babbled something that sounded like a yesyesyes–so good, but it was barely enough for his liking.

"ahh–fuck, yes!" with no warning, suguru filled you up in one brutal thrust, making a shallow scream tear from your throat.

"there she isss," with his sharp fangs on display, he gave you a grin, pleased with the way you're falling apart.

the quick pace of his thrusts never faltered as he pistoned his cock inside you, making you remember that he's not fully human–not when he's this deep.

you saw stars behind your eyes, vision blurring when you felt your insides tighten, the burning pressure threatening to break at any moment.

your hips buckled against him, cock brushing over your womb with every precise thrust as you chased your release. syrupy sap leaked from your abused hole down his balls, and the wet slaps of skin filled the room as he pounded into you.

suguru's hand crept over your abdomen, pushing down firmly, almost feeling himself bulge through your gut. before you knew it, your body began shaking, the fabric below you soaked as you came around his cock with a filthy moan.

your fingers scratched over his back until his skin was raw, the burning traces of your touch only made him more vicious, his mental restraints failing to keep up with him.

"i c–can't..." you cried, sensitive from your previous orgasm. overstimulation gnawed at your skin, threatening to break you once more.

"but you're doing s–so well," suguru praised, his breathing staggered as he felt himself being pulled closer to his high.

his amber eyes sealed shut, head thrown back as he glued his hips to yours in one final thrust. you heard his rattles sing, his thick cock twitching inside your cunt as he filled every nook and cranny with his creamy cum.

the force of his orgasm triggered your third one, legs spasming uncontrollably as you spurted your hot sap all around his cock and onto his pelvis.

your combined cum leaked from your hole in large droplets, drenching the sheets beneath you as he pulled out. suguru propped himself next to you, throwing your quivering legs over his scaled lower body.

the grin that was once plastered on his face had turned into a soft smile, his head tilted as he looked at you, admired you.

"i'll be waiting for you again," suguru spoke, a gentleness in his voice you weren't accustomed to.

let's just hope you won't lose your job for this.

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[suguruss1ut]

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

── .✦ SUGURU GETO

ONE SHOTS

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⸝⸝ suguru using your mouth exactly how he wants to

⸝⸝ join me in death | curse!geto x sorcerer!reader

⸝⸝ fucking you into the mattress

⸝⸝ satoru listening to you and suguru fuck

↪ part two where satoru joins

⸝⸝ cult leader!suguru finally fucks his devoted

⸝⸝ goodbye, suguru geto. we hardly knew you.

── .✦ SATORU GOJO

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── .✦ CHOSO KAMO

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⸝⸝ blood ties

[rawme-price]

John "christ, kid, slow down—" price who can hardly keep up with his younger partner in bed. He's gotten used to distracting you with his mouth or hands, you even broke his pride down enough to invest in toys after begging for a fourth round in a day. He's old and hasn't exactly prioritized his health, which means he often ends up on hid back breathing through his teeth while you ride him to your heart's content.

Vs

Simon "another? C'mon, please love I'll be good–" riley who even in his forties has the energy and want to bend you over every surface he can manage. Seriously, you're pretty sure his dick his permanently half-chubbed. You, the one nearly half his age, have to shove him away and whimper before he lets up to go take a cold shower. He says its all the love he has for you, you're pretty sure he's just a freak.

[louistxq]

CHOSO KAMO - smut

wet frames (ft gojo) ⭐️ | @kamiflix

high for this | kamiflix

pushing down on his slit (blurb) | @kill3ill

choso has a fat dick | kill3ill

choso hates your vibrator | @mimuju

refusing his princess treatment | mimuju 📖

bullying choso until he cums | @revolvingsaturn

accidentally slapping choso | revolvingsaturn

good girls do it best | @sadisticslut666

choso whimpers so loud | sadisticslut666

choso's boner from hell | sadisticslut666

virgin loser nerd!choso ⭐️ | @toruuholic

how 2 make ur cute roomie cum! (ft gojo) ⭐️ | toruuholic

bad puppy! | @yoonsucks

nerd!choso x bully!reader -> pt 2 | yoonsucks

roommates with benefits | @6x-x9 📖

sex addict | @aeffecticns

if you wanna come, give my brother some! ⭐️ -> pt 2 | @angellude

playing with your sensitive tits | @evfers

i want you to slap me | @fricks

holds you while he games ⭐️ | @froggibus

hole inspection | @grenadehearts

making out | @hervanillabby

bark baby bark ⭐️ | @indiewritesxoxo

all the ways he wants you | @kashun

under the desk support ⭐️ | @lilikoiyu

pretty boy | @loverboykirstein

pretty please (ft sukuna) | @madamechrissy

his personal pacifier | @megumios 📖

good boy | @onelime

puppy hybrid!choso (hcs) | @preval-ence

after dark | @r0ttn

purposefully giving him a boner to leave him high and dry | @satofuu

3 p's | @snanami

accidents happen ⭐️ | @stardustsatoru

sensitive | @sugurusbeloved

cockwarming with clingy!choso | @sukuhands

choso can't tear his mouth away from your pussy | t0jisbunny

tokyo drift | @tonycries

choso likes to be choked when you ride him | @tootsuro

jjk masterlist | main masterlist

[yallsvape]

looking up george weasley x reader but all im getting hit with is fred weasley x reader THEY ARENT THE SAME

[cumironi]

gojo wakes up with your hand already inside his boxers, your fingers curled lazily around his half-hard cock, stroking him with that slow, sleepy rhythm you know drives him insane before he’s even opened his eyes.

he groans, low and guttural, his hips twitching forward into your palm despite the way his voice drips with exaggerated annoyance. “nngh… seriously?” he mutters, voice rough from sleep, one eye cracking open just enough to glare at you through the messy white strands falling over his face. “it’s… what time is it? too early. you’re doing that thing again.”

you don’t stop. your thumb drags across his tip, spreading the sticky warmth already beading there, and his breath hitches despite his best efforts to look put out. gojo satoru, the strongest, reduced to a mess of slow-burning want before the sun has even fully risen, and you haven’t even said a word yet.

“you’re not gonna move, are you,” he says. it’s not a question. he knows you. knows that when you wake up like this—all heavy-lidded and needy, pressed against his side with your thigh hooked over his hip—you have exactly one thing on your mind, and absolutely zero intention of doing anything about it besides using him.

you hum, soft and affirmative, and your grip tightens just slightly, a silent you know what i want that makes him sigh through his nose.

“unbelievable,” he breathes, but he’s already shifting, already rolling toward you, because gojo has never been able to say no to you. not really. not when you look at him like that, all sleepy and demanding, your lips still puffy from sleep and your hair a mess against the pillow. “you’re gonna make me do everything. like always.”

you don’t deny it. you just pull your hand out of his boxers—slowly, deliberately, dragging your fingertips along his length one last time—and push at his shoulder until he’s on his back. then you’re climbing over him, straddling his hips, and he lets you, because what else is he supposed to do? throw you off? pleaseeee.

his hands find your waist on instinct, thumbs pressing into the soft skin above your hip bones, and he feels the damp heat of you through the thin fabric of your underwear as you settle against him. his cock twitches where it’s trapped between you, and he groans again, tipping his head back into the pillow.

“you’re not even gonna take these off yourself?” he asks, tugging at the waistband of your underwear, and you shake your head, pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw.

“you do it,” you murmur against his skin, and he laughs—a breathless, disbelieving sound.

“of course. of course i do it.” but his hands are already pushing the fabric down your thighs, already guiding you to lift your hips so he can pull them off and toss them somewhere on the floor. he doesn’t bother taking off his own boxers, just hooks his thumb in the elastic and shoves them down just enough to free himself, his cock curving up against his stomach, flushed and heavy and already leaking at the tip.

you reach down to guide him, but he catches your wrist, lacing his fingers through yours and pressing your hand into the pillow beside your head instead. “no. you wanted me to do it, so i’m doing it. just sit there and look pretty.”

you pout at him, but it’s halfhearted, your eyes already glazing over as he shifts beneath you, one hand leaving your waist to wrap around his own cock, slicking the head through your folds. you’re already wet—embarrassingly wet, a testament to how long you’d been touching him before he even woke up—and he groans at the feel of it, at the way your body welcomes him without any resistance.

“fuck,” he breathes, and then he’s pushing inside, slow, so slow, because even when he’s complaining, even when he’s playing the part of the put-upon boyfriend, gojo can’t bring himself to rush this. not with you. not when you make that sound—that soft, broken little “ah” that falls from your lips as he sinks into you inch by inch, your walls fluttering around him like you’ve been waiting for this all night.

he bottoms out and stops, both of you just breathing, just feeling. his hands slide up your sides, over your ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, and he watches your face, the way your eyes slip half-closed, the way your lips part around a shaky exhale.

“you gonna do any work, or…?” he asks, and you shake your head again, a tiny, lazy movement that makes him laugh even as his hips twitch up into you.

“didn’t think so.” he starts to move, pulling out slow and pushing back in even slower, a rhythm that’s barely more than a deep, grinding rock. it’s not meant to be fast. it’s not meant to be rough. it’s morning sex when neither of you is fully awake, when the sun is just starting to filter through the curtains and the sheets are tangled around your ankles and every sensation is muffled and warm and thick like honey.

you moan, low and quiet, and your hands come up to brace against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his sleep shirt. he’s still wearing it—of course he is, because you didn’t even give him time to take it off before you were climbing on top of him—and you tug at the collar, pulling it down just enough to press your mouth to the hollow of his throat.

“mmnh… satoru,” you breathe against his skin, and his grip on your hips tightens, his rhythm stuttering for just a second before he finds it again.

“don’t ‘satoru’ me,” he says, but his voice is softer now, the annoyance bleeding away into something warmer, something almost tender. “you’re the one who woke me up. you’re the one who—” he cuts himself off with a groan as you clench around him, deliberately, just to hear that sound. “cheater.”

you smile against his neck, and he feels it, feels the curve of your lips, and he hates how much he loves this. loves the way you use him, loves the way you take and take and take and give nothing back except these soft, sleepy sounds and the occasional bite of your teeth against his collarbone.

the room is quiet except for the wet sound of him moving inside you, the rustle of sheets, your shared breath. it’s slow. so slow. each thrust takes forever, a lazy drag of his cock against your walls, and you can feel everything—every ridge, every pulse, the way he fills you so completely you can barely think.

“you could at least… nngh… you could at least move your hips or something,” he tries, his hands sliding around to cup your ass, guiding you in a small circle that makes you both gasp. “i’m doing all the work here.”

“you’re stronger,” you mumble, and it’s such a non-answer, such a blatant excuse, that he laughs again, breathless and a little wrecked.

“that’s—ah—that’s not how this works.” but he doesn’t stop. he doesn’t even slow down. if anything, his hips press up a little harder, a little deeper, and you feel the stretch of him, the sweet ache of being filled over and over again.

you kiss him then, not because you want to help, but because you want to shut him up. your mouths meet in a lazy slide, lips barely parting, tongues just brushing, and he tastes like sleep and something sweet, like the toothpaste you forgot to use last night. it’s messy and imperfect and so, so good.

he pulls back just enough to speak, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath warm on your lips. “you’re so lazy. you know that? you’re the laziest person i’ve ever—mmph—” you kiss him again, and he makes a sound like a whine, high in his throat, and you feel it in your chest.

the pace doesn’t change. it can’t change. you’re both too far gone into this slow, syrupy haze to do anything but rock together, hips meeting in a rhythm that’s more instinct than thought. gojo’s hands wander—up your back, down your thighs, everywhere and nowhere—and every few seconds he lets out a soft, punched-out noise that’s barely louder than a whisper.

“you’re not gonna cum,” he says eventually, and it’s not a question. “you’re just gonna—ah—you’re just gonna make me do this until one of us falls back asleep.”

you nod against his shoulder, and he groans, long and loud, his head falling back against the pillow.

“i hate you,” he says, but his hips keep moving, and his hands keep holding, and his cock keeps pressing into that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. “i hate you so much.”

you don’t believe him. you’ve never believed him. not when he says it like that, all soft and breathy, not when he keeps fucking you with that lazy, devastating precision, not when he turns his head to press a kiss to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

“move,” he tries again, giving your hip a little push. “come on. just a little. just—nngh—just once.”

you shake your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck, and you feel his laugh more than you hear it, a shudder that runs through his whole body.

“you’re impossible,” he says, but he’s smiling. you can hear it in his voice. “absolutely impossible.”

the sun gets brighter. the birds outside get louder. neither of you speeds up. neither of you finishes. it’s just this—this endless, gentle push and pull, this lazy morning ritual that could last for hours or minutes, you can’t tell anymore. time doesn’t exist here, in the warm cocoon of tangled sheets and shared breath, of gojo’s hands on your body and his cock buried inside you and the soft, constant sound of his moans in your ear.

“i’m gonna stop,” he warns, but his hips rock up again, deeper, and you whimper, and he doesn’t stop. he never stops. “i mean it. i’m gonna… i’m gonna push you off and go back to sleep and you can just… handle it yourself.”

you lift your head just enough to look at him, and he’s beautiful like this—flushed and disheveled, his blindfold long since discarded on the nightstand, his eyes bright and blue and so, so soft. he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world, even as he complains, even as he pretends he wants to be anywhere else.

“please,” you say, and it’s the first real word you’ve spoken since you woke him up, and it breaks something in him, some last thread of resistance.

“fuck,” he whispers, and then he’s kissing you again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours, and his hips finally, finally pick up the pace—just a little, just enough to make you gasp into his mouth. “fuck, okay. okay. i’ll do it. i’ll do everything. just stay right there.”

you do. you stay right there, limp and pliant in his arms, while he fucks you slow and sweet and endless, while the morning stretches on around you, while his moans fill the room like a prayer.

it’s lazy. it’s perfect. it’s exactly what you wanted.

and when he finally stops, minutes or hours later, both of you still trembling and neither of you any closer to the edge, he pulls out slowly and wraps himself around you and mumbles “next time, you’re doing it” into your hair.

you’re already asleep. you don’t hear him.

but he doesn’t mind.

[rengoatku]

Ryomen “pussy inspection” Sukuna ꒰ mdni ꒱

You had been folded over your husband’s lap, legs dangling over his muscular thigh. One of his four hands was pressed against the back of your head, keeping you from turning back to glimpse at him. Another sprawled across your back to pin you down.

A third was currently spreading your pussy lips wide for inspection.

“I’ll ask you again, have you been touching what’s mine, brat?” He growled, red eyes focusing on your slicked cunt. You whined into your hands, “I-I haven’t.”

Crack!

A sharp spank landed on your ass, followed by a tut from your husband, “Don't lie to me.” He hissed, his large hand kneading the stinging flesh of your ass.

A sob escaped you, and you felt your cunt clench around nothing from the impact. His grip on the back of your head tightened, “I know what this pussy looks like, my wife. And I know when you have been interfering in my duties.”

Another spank, but this time to your cunt.

You cried out, “I’m sorry! I just missed you, my husband. You had been away for your travels for so long.” He let out an unamused laugh, “Is that so? That’s no excuse to have lied to me.”

His thick fingers pressed against your clit, circling agonisingly slowly on the sensitive nub. “Do you see me pleasuring myself without your presence? Do you think I do not have desires?”

He smacked your clit once more, “You will learn how to be patient.” You yelped at the force, cowering in his lap.

A smirk began to form on his lips as he peered down at your slicked cunt, your essence dropped down your thighs and onto his rough fingers. “So needy,” he murmured, spreading you open once more.

You shivered as cool air hit your clit. “R-Ryomen…” you whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks. He hummed, signalling for you to continue as he inspected your cunt.

“Please.”

Your voice was barely audible, but he picked it up. A wicked grin crossed his face when he heard you. “My poor wife, so worked up over my absence.”

He slid one finger just past your entrance before retracting it and bringing it back up to your clit.

“Let’s see how pretty you sound when you beg, my wife.”

a/n: something for you guys while I work on something for nerdjo 😇

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[mimujus]

riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.

his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, palms warm and slightly sweaty. he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read—hunger and wonder and something softer mixed in.

"okay?" he asks.

you nod, swallowing. "okay."

"good." he shifts beneath you, and you feel him twitch inside you, making you gasp. his lips curl into a smirk, but it's strained, his composure crumbling at the edges. "now move when you're ready. however you want. i've got you."

you start slow. experimental rolls of your hips, testing the angle, the friction. each movement sends sparks through your nerves, makes your breath stutter. his hands guide but don't push, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin.

"like that," he says, voice rough. "just like that."

you find a rhythm. rocking forward, grinding down, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room. his head falls back again, eyes fluttering shut, and you watch his throat work as he swallows.

"you feel incredible," he rasps. "god, you have no idea how good you feel."

you pick up the pace, bracing your hands on his chest. the new angle makes him hit deeper, and you moan, head dropping forward. he takes the opportunity to lean up, catching your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperation.

when he pulls back, he's breathing hard. his bangs are plastered to his forehead. there's a flush spreading across his chest.

"you're doing so well," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word. "fucking—perfect. you're perfect."

you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction, the pressure building low in your belly. his hands grip your waist tighter, and you can feel him fighting the urge to take over, to flip you and fuck you into the mattress.

"close?" he asks.

you nod, too breathless for words.

"me too." he laughs, shaky. "fuck, me too. you're gonna make me—"

he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips bucking up into you despite himself. you gasp at the sudden depth, your walls clenching around him.

"sorry," he grits out. "sorry, i just—you feel too good. i can't—"

his composure is crumbling. the infuriatingly cocky sorcerer is falling apart beneath you, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they hold you. he's babbling now, half-words and broken praises, telling you how good you are, how tight, how perfect.

"come for me," he gasps. "please. i need to feel you—"

you do. the command, the desperation in his voice, the way he's barely holding himself together—it pushes you over the edge. you clench around him, a broken moan falling from your lips as pleasure rips through you.

he follows a second later, with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hips thrusting up as he spills inside you. you feel every pulse, every hot rush of him filling you, and it draws your own orgasm out until you're trembling and spent.

you collapse against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"holy shit," he mutters.

you laugh weakly. "good?"

he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep.

"perfect."

a/n: requested by a lovely anon it was so much fun 2 write hihi

[mimujus]

riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.

his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, palms warm and slightly sweaty. he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read—hunger and wonder and something softer mixed in.

"okay?" he asks.

you nod, swallowing. "okay."

"good." he shifts beneath you, and you feel him twitch inside you, making you gasp. his lips curl into a smirk, but it's strained, his composure crumbling at the edges. "now move when you're ready. however you want. i've got you."

you start slow. experimental rolls of your hips, testing the angle, the friction. each movement sends sparks through your nerves, makes your breath stutter. his hands guide but don't push, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin.

"like that," he says, voice rough. "just like that."

you find a rhythm. rocking forward, grinding down, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room. his head falls back again, eyes fluttering shut, and you watch his throat work as he swallows.

"you feel incredible," he rasps. "god, you have no idea how good you feel."

you pick up the pace, bracing your hands on his chest. the new angle makes him hit deeper, and you moan, head dropping forward. he takes the opportunity to lean up, catching your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperation.

when he pulls back, he's breathing hard. his bangs are plastered to his forehead. there's a flush spreading across his chest.

"you're doing so well," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word. "fucking—perfect. you're perfect."

you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction, the pressure building low in your belly. his hands grip your waist tighter, and you can feel him fighting the urge to take over, to flip you and fuck you into the mattress.

"close?" he asks.

you nod, too breathless for words.

"me too." he laughs, shaky. "fuck, me too. you're gonna make me—"

he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips bucking up into you despite himself. you gasp at the sudden depth, your walls clenching around him.

"sorry," he grits out. "sorry, i just—you feel too good. i can't—"

his composure is crumbling. the infuriatingly cocky sorcerer is falling apart beneath you, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they hold you. he's babbling now, half-words and broken praises, telling you how good you are, how tight, how perfect.

"come for me," he gasps. "please. i need to feel you—"

you do. the command, the desperation in his voice, the way he's barely holding himself together—it pushes you over the edge. you clench around him, a broken moan falling from your lips as pleasure rips through you.

he follows a second later, with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hips thrusting up as he spills inside you. you feel every pulse, every hot rush of him filling you, and it draws your own orgasm out until you're trembling and spent.

you collapse against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"holy shit," he mutters.

you laugh weakly. "good?"

he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep.

"perfect."

a/n: requested by a lovely anon it was so much fun 2 write hihi