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Залетаю теперь и в тамблер с артами с Реном СПАСИБО ЭТОЙ ГИПЕРФИКСАЦИИ с ней у меня скилл невероятно вырос
𝐂𝐡.𝟏 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: horsejo!Gojo Satoru × female!Reader 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alternate universe; set in 1980s; hybrid au; beastiality but it’s the mating hormones; childhood friends to lovers; explicit sexual content; a little interspecies action here; female masturbation; object penetration; 18+ mdni 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.8K 𝐀/𝐍: This is pure crack. Enjoy. Indulge. Wallow in the messy sin of it all.
The morning air, cold and crisp, carried the scent of damp earth and pine, biting at your face even though the sun had already promised a blistering afternoon. Your mare, Hera, a chestnut, moved with practiced grace beneath you, her hooves thudding a rhythmic pulse against the manicured turf of the Gojo estate’s riding track.
Beside you, Gojo, perched atop his own magnificent horse, a sleek black gelding named Onyx, looked entirely too comfortable for someone who was supposedly about to vanish from your life. Well, not entirely, but he’d be gone for a whole season. Three whole months without him, which, let’s be honest, is the longest you’ve ever been apart since you were children and started horse riding.
perfect…
i might get alot of flames for this but,
the x reader "consumers" on tumblr lowk are so entitled, i said consumer bcs these people do nothing to support the writers but complain about FREE fanfics that other people write for FUN and for the LOVE of the game.
i'm so tired of you people who can only pressure these writers, make memes, and ridicule them for writing something that was not fit to your standards or liking.
you don't even write or contribute anything to the community, don't even support or atleast reblogs to the writers you actually like.
stop filling the tags with your consistent complaints about the fanfics that obviously wasn't meant for you (not to your liking) and start learn how to write.
Gojo Satoru x Fem Reader
Gojo is so romantic and basically worships you. Not too explicit but I think it’s still +18. Oh and it’s my first fic.
His fingertips gently traced the beauty marks scattered across your smooth skin. He connected the dots, imagining drawing constellations on your bare body. Your warmth had already melted him in your arms. Lazily, he nuzzled against your bosom, your natural, soft scent making him drowsy. He could sleep for hours like this, his face buried in your chest, inhaling your scent deeply, craving it more than oxygen.
He began placing soft kisses along your chest. You chuckled quietly and combed your fingers through his silky hair. His lips paused beneath your left breast, resting there against your skin.
Thump
Thump
Thump
Feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, his eyes fluttered shut as he counted each beat, as if grounding himself in you. A small, almost reverent smile touched his lips.
He was so lucky.
You were alive. You were safe in his arms. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes.
And you were his.
He started to pepper gentle kisses across your skin, softly wrapping his lips around your nipple and giving it a light suck. Now you were the one melting under his warm touch. You looked down into his eyes as he continued, slow and deliberate. A smirk curved his lips before he pulled away with a soft pop. He believed in equality so he leaned in to the other side to give it the same attention.
Your heartbeat quickened slightly, the quiet serenity of your shared bedroom wrapping around the two of you like a spell.
He lifted his head again and pressed his lips to the first beauty mark he found. Then another. And another. He shifted you gently into different positions, determined to kiss every single one he knew by heart.
He adored them. He found them so intimate. Precious. Like stars scattered across your body, constellations only he had memorized. The finishing touch of an artist’s masterpiece. Some were hidden in places only he was allowed to see, sacred spots reserved for a lover’s gaze.
His gaze.
He kissed every inch of you, worshipped every flaw and charm, until morning came.
Until you forgot your own name.
☆ NSFW (18+) ☆
now satoru gojo knew his dick game was fire (undefeated, he would probably argue) but he would be lying if he said he wasn't just a little concerned every time he saw those fat globs of tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as he hit your sweet spot perfectly every. single. time.
“y-you alright angel?” he huffed out, brows creased slightly as he eased himself in and out from your tight walls—abs tightening at the way your back arched up against the sheets.
he had you holding your own legs back, pressing them into the softness of your chest as he ploughed into you, soft whimpers and groans leaving both of your lips as he sped up.
“..m’fineeee,” you slurred, mascara beginning to run alongside your tears.
you thought it was only going to be like this the first time he fucked you—the feeling of his leaking tip pressing past your entrance, bullying its way into your slick walls making your vision blur with tears.
he felt guilty at first, slender fingers brushing away your tears whilst he rocked up into you, cooing soft, comforting words into your ear whilst you spasmed around him.
but the time after that, and the time after that—nothing had changed.
it was just too good, too much and yet not enough. you’d whine when he’d slow down, hiccuping at him to speed up even though you knew the mess it always reduced you to.
it was really after the first time he was mean about it that made him change his perspective.
when he mocked you, finger and thumb meeting to flick your forehead as he laughed at you.
“such a crybaby.” he’d said, eyes rolling with a sharpness that only made you shudder underneath him. the smile on his face had a sadistic glint, pace getting faster as he hit your sweet spot again and again and again.
yessss lawwrdddd
yandere satoru gojo jērks off to you through the hidden camera. 18+
tw: dub-con (ish), reprehensible content!
satoru gojo, hair white as snow covering dry land, eyes the shade of soft teal that contained specks of innocence hidden behind the glasses of his thin frame.
satoru gojo, the known nerd, who always pushed the bridge of his eye glasses whenever it slipped down. satoru gojo, the quiet one who bestowed his voice when necessary. satoru gojo, the campus’ ‘virgin’ (apparently) only because he avoided girls like they were the infected by the plague. that’s how people knew satoru gojo as.
but there was also something they didn’t know. when the sun had decided to paint the skies in orange, when the knob on his door didn’t need any twisting because everyone fell asleep, when papers were scattered on the table, he had his cock within his fist. his moans we’re constricted because of his other hand covering his sinful mouth, his eyes rolling back from lustrous thoughts.
about you. the campus’ sweetheart. the one whose smiles brightened up his rough days, the one who shared her juice boxes with him, the one who had been defending him ever since junior high school.
fuck, he truly adored you. loved you. and yet, you never knew because he was a coward.
there were days in a row he would have his laptop screen on and instead of actually focusing on informational videos found on youtube, he had different websites open. porn infested his computer after evenings and midnights. he would browse through, had paid memberships just to enjoy girls that looked even somewhat similar to you.
he was such a pathetic loser for this, he knew. and he promised himself he would stop it, if, you would say yes to him one day when he asks. but right now, this was all he could do. and right now, it was evening. he was feverish in his seat, his pale cheeks stained cherry red because of the view on his screen. his pupils dilated— there you were.
you had placed his given teddy bear on your bathroom vanity. yes, the teddy bear, which was the vessel through which satoru could now see you far more. it was a plush toy, a soft brown similar to the shade of the first coffee you had shared with him. you had promptly favored it as soon as he handed you the ‘gift’ with a sheepish smile and a rub on his nape.
and now, it was in your house. it’s eyes focusing. on you. camera lenses for irises. you had just gotten in the shower, nothing covering you, of course not.
and shit, blood immediately rushed in to his deplorable lovesick brain. fuck, fuck and fuck. he internally damned himself for this breach of privacy but his hands were already moving against his morality.
he palmed himself, he saw it. not too distinct but enough to harden his length beneath his boxers. water droplets slid down your body— down your breasts, kissing your areoles and finding it’s path to your hole.
he had imagined that pretty pussy so many times— your worn out thighs spread apart with his slender fingers, your puffed folds spread out for him with slobbering wetness as he would slide his big cock in and out of there with a deliberate slowness to make you beg for more.
with each lewd thoughts, he increased the pace of his hand. his cock was out, hard and aching. his gaze did not falter. the sight of you so naked and bare, caressing your body, unaware of his eyes.
his tip was pulsating a flushed pink, embellished with pre-cum. sticky white cream scattering further down his pulsating base with the help of his filthy hand. “mhm shit, you are so fuckin’ pretty baby”.
a guttural moan left out his chest. what would you do if you knew? would you slap him hard, eyes red with disgust? or would you let him get on his knees, tongue having a taste of your sweetness?
what if you found out about his actions? about him placing this hidden camera inside the teddy bear. about him sneaking in to the dorms of boys who had confessed to you and suffocating them with pillows in their sleep. about him writing in his notebooks on meticulous ways in which he would have you— get you married to him and fully stuffed with his load that you wouldn’t be able to do anything other than breed his children.
his strokes were faster and faster, his glasses fogged up from the heat of the moment as it slid down the slope of his nose, his teeth clenching on to his lustrous bottom lip.
soon enough, he spurted thick loads of his pasty cream all over himself. his firm thighs, the messy desk and some landed on to the screen. he was huffing, puffing with his forearm over his eyes.
he peeked at the screen, still exhausted and ashamed, your shower had stopped. you wrapped a soft towel around yourself— taking slow wet steps. the view becoming clearer, lenses able to focus on you more. his breath hitched, shit, you were so pretty. shit, you were too up close. you looked directly in to the teddy bear’s eyes. directly. too intensely. with a smile, you left it there and turned off the bathroom lights. gone.
shit, did you know?
hesitancy latched on to himself, eyes flickering as a nauseating feeling conquered his heart. then, his luminous cerulean eyes fixated on to that one thing. a pen. a black and gold pen. given by you. wait. but it’s clip was odd today.
a sudden red flicker.
idk how i feel abt this. wasnt able to execute this the way i wanted to. i might have to private it later ㅠ ㅠ (not proofread!)
THIS WAS SOOOO GOOD I SCREAMED AT THE END TWICE
roommate shoko x fem reader
contains: smut, fluff, dom shoko, sub reader, cheating
wc: 843
shoko should feel bad for fingerfucking her roommate on the shared couch.
but when you've just been so pent up, and your useless on and off boyfriend is nowhere to be found, despite insisting he wouldn't bail on you anymore...what is she to do? especially when you came to her with crystalline tears gracefully trailing down your cheeks as you begged her to fill the gaps your fingers just couldn't reach.
so, naturally, she had to have you lying flat on your back with your flimsy tank top still on as she maps out the aching flesh between your thighs with almost clinical precision. she can hear you whimpering and whining, and she can feel you dripping obscenely onto the faux-suede upholstery of your couch.
but she can't give you what you want just yet. no matter how much you're begging for it - and how much she wants to give in to your pleas.
"shoko," you blubber for the millionth time. shoko never particularly had a thing for tears. until now, that is. "p-please. i need it."
"what do you need, sweetheart?" she hums condescendingly. it doesn't take a mind reader to figure it out. but the brunette is getting some sort of sick pleasure out of watching you squirm. she'll have this current image of you burned into her retinas for the next three months at least.
"your fingers, sho," you reply, and the pathetic little hiccup that punctuates your words makes her feel a strange mix of horny and sympathetic.
maybe this is sadism, she thinks. but she doesn't let herself dwell on that.
"my fingers are very much on you," shoko replies. of course she's being difficult on purpose. "or can you not feel them? i guess i could just stop if-"
"no!" you interject, one hand reaching out to hold her wrist in place. "don't stop. but i need it...higher."
"here?" shoko asks, sliding her fingers up to your clit, then brushing right past it entirely so she can rest on the hood.
you shake your head. "lower," you mumble shyly, to which she responds by going straight to your sopping hole.
she's having way too much fun with this. but she wants to hear you say it.
"my clit, shoko!" you finally demand, covering your face with both hands. you can't believe you just folded under absolutely zero pressure.
but you have no time to wallow in your shame, because almost immediately after the words fall from your lips, shoko is rubbing tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves with her thumb while plunging two slender fingers in and out of your soaked hole.
"jesus," she breathes, almost awed. "i didn't even know people could get this wet."
obviously, she doesn't receive much of a response from you, aside from utterly depraved moans that will certainly have your neighbours leaving a strongly worded note taped to your door.
"that's it," shoko croons. her gaze practically burns you with its intensity. "doing so good, baby. does your boyfriend make you feel like this?"
at the lack of a response, she curls her fingers just enough to make you jolt in place, but not enough to finish this just yet. "i asked you a question. it's rude not to answer."
"wh...huh?" you slur. shoko only smirks.
"does your boyfriend make you feel like this?" she repeats, her movements between your slick thighs not ceasing even for a moment.
"no, shoko. o-only you," you respond obediently, and the tremor in your legs lets her know you're dangerously close.
"good girl," shoko coos. "my perfect girl."
"yours," you concur, completely unprompted. shoko's heart flutters. she just might have to keep you for herself after this, boyfriend be damned.
"that's right," she praises softly. she decides she's been mean enough for one evening, and curls her fingers how you like it. once, twice, three times, all while keeping a steady rhythm on your clit.
when you cum, it's with a cry of shoko's name. with your eyes rolling back, cheeks damp with tears, and your filthy pussy absolutely soaking her fingers.
shoko almost cums, too. but she saves her release for later, when she's in the privacy of her bedroom and the image of you spread out for her is still fresh in her memory.
"open wide, baby," she urges as she pulls out, and your lips part without protest so she can gently guide her glistening digits past them. the sensation of your tongue swirling around them almost sends her into overdrive. but, once again, she controls herself.
when she retracts her fingers, a vulgar trail of spit connects them to your lips, and she genuinely believes you're trying to send her into cardiac arrest.
"thank you, sho," you whisper, your voice hoarse and your body limp.
"it was my pleasure," she responds as she tenderly draws circles around your lower stomach with her fingertips. "literally."
you giggle and shift in place, patting your chest. "lie with me a sec."
and who would she be to refuse you?
author's note: living up to my name huh...
thank u
husband!gojo keeps trying to play his shit music during sex for ‘ambiance.’ mdni ⟢
“satoru, this fuckass song is genuinely making me dryer.”
the genius thought it would be a cool experience to play his ‘freaky time :3’ playlist while he had you bent over on his cock. and you had previously allowed him to, thinking he’d play the weeknd or at least something semi-normal for the current situation. little did you know that this man has the worst music taste known to mankind.
“dance monkey brazilian phonk?” you groan in exasperation, feeling the haze of lust slowly leave your body as the unbearable beat drones on in the background. you glare at him, leaving his embrace to crawl to the laptop. you click skip on practically every song that plays next.
“whaaat?? it’s got that oomph to it!”
“there’s seriously no fucking way you can possibly listen to this—any of this—with a straight face.” you sigh, you try shuffling it again, and the nightcore version of thunder by imagine dragons pops up. you gift him a judgemental glance, and he simply smiles and shrugs back.
"oh come on, cant a man listen to his music in peace?" he flops onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes with a theatrical sigh. "you’re killing me, baby. first you disrespect my immaculate playlist taste—" he pauses, glances at you
MY SILLY
𑣲 𝐒. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 ᯓ★ helper!bf! x smut!author! reader
.ᐟ.ᐟ teasing :: hand job :: mentions of bj :: dirty talking :: edging? :: kind of feral gojo?
⟶ helper!bf! series: yuji, choso, sukuna, geto
“would you say it’s more of a tingle,” your finger traced the edge of his cock. caressing the heavy curvature of his prominent tip. “or a shock wave?”
“b-baby — augh — holy shit!” his hands tangled into the sheets. squeeze and pulling onto the fluffy texture every time your hands simply grazed against his throbbing sex. “i don’t, please, oh god!” his eyes rolled in the back of his head. his mouth parting as a loud groan escaped right past the newly created opening. “i dunno baby, i don’t — i don’t, nnngh” his hips stuttered. shaking and trembling over their own rhythm. “jus’ — fuck! lemme cum”
“you promised, ‘toru” you deliberately sigh. your fingers curving into his shaft, as you strangled the base of his cock into your soft hand. “you said you helped me”
“i know, okay — baby, jus’,” a little whine trembled in his throat. “please, i can’t anymore — fuck! i’m begging you lovie” his lips quivered violently. his sculpted features shattering in a pouting, pleading mess.
“i l-love — mhm, augh! — you” he cried. trying his best to call upon your sweet side. allowing hope to devour his system for a wild moment as he so desperately hoped, you would just give in.
your soft, condescending, giggle completely destroyed his wavering sanity.
“tingle,” you asked again. your tone hardening as your torturous hand kept on teasing his abused sensitive cock. “or shock wave?”
“shock!” he screamed. his voice, now, fully broken. his body completely trembling - from head to toe as the outline of his agonized orgasm punched his guts deep into his innards. “it f-feels like ‘m — please! don’t stop. ‘m so f-fucking —“ a sudden gasps broke his incoherent ramble right in half. his tummy violently shook under your touch. almost retrieving itself into the depth of his guts.
“good boy, ‘toru” you praised him. nuzzling your nose into his burning cheek. “lemme write this down, yeah?” your lips grazed over his reddening flesh, leaving onto his skin a soft little trail of chaste kisses.
“i’ll suck you off in a min, ‘kay?”
₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 ₊˚⊹ᰔ
peak….
MDNI: adult content!ㅤcow hybrid!Gojoㅤmooingㅤcock/prostate milkingㅤanal pentration (male receiving)ㅤp in v sexㅤsome cock slappingㅤlight dumbificationㅤoverstimulationㅤlight breedingㅤpet names
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose tail whips around excitedly when it's his turn to be milked—he's been waiting patiently all day for you, fuming like a pretty boy all alone in this frilly pink room, cock angry and aching to be touched. Even when you're on time you're late in his eyes. "Where have you beeeeeen?" he whines the instant you arrive, blue eyes wild all over you, that saccharine voice and those incomprehensibly thick biceps straining tightly against the thick pink straps which you use to keep him in place. It's for good reason... 6'3 horny cow-boy with a 9" raging dick between his legs? Look, look; I know he's a saint in his voice and with that pretty pink-cheeked face, you'd think he's a sinister creature between his legs. You've got to keep him tied up, no matter how tempting it is to let him loose on your cunt, because he's untamed.
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who has been the hardest to tame, taunting you every milking session, "Arm gettin' tired? Ya, tell me about it... got half the biceps I do, baby face... c'mon, just let me do it, it'll be faster—ngh!" but you can shut him up fairly easily by smacking his stiff cock around a little bit, it instantly has him biting up his rosy bottom lip and twisting his brows up. Oh how the tension just builds so easily from the base to the tip, knotting in his stomach, heart palpitating. It's just a few quick strokes later and he's throwing his head back and sighing sighs of deep bliss
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose swollen cock bulges so fatly in his tiny pink thong, which you put on him because he just looks so good in lace and ribbons. "Hot pink really suits you, 'toru." you coo at his burning ears, in response he's enhancing that piercing blue-eyed glare and clinkkkkk—that's him testing his restraints, strength of his anger alone nearly ripping them clean off the pole you've leashed him to. "When I fuckin' get my hands on you..." he grits, "—which is never gonna happen. Now be a good boy 'n let me milk you, 'kay?" you yank on his cock, squeezing just tightly enough to make hearts appear in his eyes
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who can't daydream of anything but the obsessive, vivid vision of him your pink cunt swallowing up his hungry cock. He thinks about how he'd bend you over if he could, how he'd explore your pussy's depths with his fat bulbous tip, how he'd hug you from behind and suffocate you with his muscles, and oh yeah... how he'd pay you back by milking your clit dry of orgasms, and knead your tits.
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose horns stick out from his mess of cottony white hair as he grazes on your pussy—because all good milk cums from cows that are pussy-fed, after all!
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose dick is so swollen, head a deep crimson shade, tip nearly reaching a purplish hue. He's got the cutest pink asshole, 'n oh it puckers nervously as you bend him over into proper milking position. His fuchsia pink cock always produces such thick, creamy milk, too.
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who moos out loudly, drool appearing at the corners of his smirking mouth the exact instant your soft hand glides down the length of his dick, "Yesyesyes! that feels sooo good!" his hips constantly twitch and buck into your hand.
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who, despite his tall talk, has a cock that's much shyer than his personality hints to, and so he needs a little extra help to tip over the edge... so you strap up and dick him down because nothing makes him cum harder than having his ass taken from behind. "Fuuuck,"—ding!ding!ding!—"I love you, nn!"—ding!ding!ding!—"Uh, uh, uh, please!"—ding!ding!ding!—yes that's the resounding ring of the big fat cowbell around his neck swinging back and forth as you pound into him with brisk strokes
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who babbles about how much he loves your strap, how deeply he feels it in his plush ass. He grows teary-eyed, mouth dangling open and cheeks blushing all strawberry-milk as you absolutely ruin his body with orgasm after orgasm. "Been a bad boy, y'know?" you croon at his ear, burying the hot pink strap so deeply inside him that it has him curling his toes and shuddering, "now 'm gonna fuck you dumb dumb dumb." you promise.
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who moos a series of sniffling thankyous when you spank his ass until it's ruby-red bright, and moos loudest right before he's about to cum for you
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who needs you to kiss him while he's being fucked, because feeling your tongue in his mouth makes his dick swell fatly and twitch like crazy. Yes so okay maybe he'll moo softly in your mouth on purpose, just to drive you crazy, and yes so okay maybe this is all part of his master plan to turn the tables on you when you're completely dumbed down by his greedy lips and cute mooing
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who nuzzles you affectionately but also whines after you when you try to leave—"Wha— where ya goin'? You haven't even milked me dry yet... I've still a g-got a little more..." and oh there his dick goes popping up again even though there's cum still freshly dribbling down his plump balls. Only when you've rubbed his dick raw does he feel sated, balls wrung dry and happily but sorely resting between his cum-streaked inner thighs
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO who has those massive, pillowy pecs that you're honestly surprised can't produce milk, but you found out quickly that he loves getting them massaged and sucked on while you pump his cock. Hello? The moans it pulls out of his throat is insane. He shifts his legs around, squirming hard when you grope his enormous milkers. He's got 'specially sensitive nipples which he needs tweaked and pinched or he can't cum, but when you toy with his body like that his cum doesn't shoot straight—he shoots like a hose that's lost control.
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose ears twitch and tongue lolls out when you hook up a a pumping fleshlight machine on his overstimulated cock. The feeling of getting suctioned makes him moo harder, louder, tail flicking around and ears fluttering. "F-fuck... you're not— you're not playing fair." he hiccoughs, dick getting absolutely swallowed down the jelly-clear toy, cheeks all wet with tears, "stop bein' fuckin' lazy 'n milk me with your own pussy—ahuhn, fuck! Cumming!"
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose cheeks flush red, as you milk him so much he nearly passes out, his head drooping and white tufts of hair all standing on end, nearly wrung to the point of exhaustion only to be brought back to life by the smell of your cunt sliding up to his face like an HP-boosting dish
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose dick grows angry and jealous when you milk others before him, and if it's well past his milking time and you're late? Suddenly the man who's usually ass-up now has you ass-up, pinned to the floor by both his body weight and the thrusts of his heavy cock, "Fuuuck I've been waiting so long t' fuck this pretty pussy... god you're so soft... silly girl, shouldn't have left me alone for so long to plot and scheme... now 'm gonna show you what pent-up frustration feels like." he growls in your ear, pinning both your hands behind your back and beginning to drill his cruelly big cock into your weeping pussy, balls smacking heavy into you each time he lands a swinging blow to your ass with his hips, "Fuck, fuck! You're so perfect, your pussy wraps 'round my dick like she loves me... nn, you love me, don't you? You love me, you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me while I'm this fuckin' deep in your perfect little pussy!" he obsesses, fucking you to the point you can't string a sentence together, only lay there and take his cock and cum over and over on it
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose whimpery voice suddenly turns into feral grunts as he humps your hot pussy, "Why did you let the others get milked by your sweet, sweet cunt and not me? Were you scared of how good my dick would feel?" he pouts, fat dick hammering deeper n deeper, as he holds you down tightly, "I've been such a good boy for you... now you're gonna be agood girl for me and let me fertilize you... how I should have been doing all this time."
ㅤCOW-BOY!GOJO whose one massive hand ends up milking at your perky breasts, while the other delivers punishment to your puffy clit, burrowing his dick deep into your cunt until he's got you spraying everywhere, and the fucker is crooning at your ear, "Oh, is someone feelin' overstimulated already? Sucks doesn't it? Oh, you stupid little doll, you really thought you had me safely tied up huh?—now your sweet little pussy lips are stretched open on some big, mean cock, how terrible." he taunts you horribly, pearly white teeth glinting as he manhandles you into whatever position he deems optimal for breeding, "Now 'm gonna do what you did, 'n fuck you dumb dumb dumb, okay?"
ㅤANㅤmoo, bitch! 🐮 milk that man!
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i’m changed.
just the tip with gojo (18+)
when you're unbearably horny and have no one to ride out your ovulation cycle with, your good friend gojo satoru offers to step up. you decide to venture over to his lavish apartment and let him help relieve some of the unbearable throbbing between your legs you allow him to lay you on your side in his spacious bed and cuddle you from behind, slipping just the bulbous tip of his big cock inside you while you play with your pussy. and when you're this sensitive and needy, it doesn't take much for you to be leaking juices all over satoru's cock.
he has to stuff to fingers in your mouth so you don't scream loud enough to wake up his roomate, geto. still, you've quickly become a whiny mess just from his very shallow thrusts into your swollen folds, the precum leaking from his tip coating your hole and making it even more slippery and lubricated.
you clench down desperately on him, needing more stimulation. the fact that you're cockdrunk just from getting the tip in you, or that it's your best friend who's doing this has vacated your mind entirely. "didn't know you were this easy, baby." satoru coos in your ear as you let out a hiccuped sob around his fingers when he pushes just a little deeper, then pulls back out to leave you with just the tip again. "creaming on my cock when you're barely getting anything from me. what if i put the whole thing in, hm?" he rolls his hips forward, your hole sucking in about two inches of his thick cock before he groans in your ear and pulls back.
"look here," he whispers, tilting your chin down so you can see where your pussy swallows him up, and he slips his fingers through yours to help you toy with your folds. " 'm stretchin' you out so pretty. makes me wanna fill you up all the way." you whine at his words, unable to hold back any longer, and your head lolls back on his shoulder while you feel yourself cumming on his dick for the second time already. maybe you'll ask for half his cock. that's still okay for friends, surely.
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ᓚᘏ𑄝 you’re only able to sleep with satoru’s fat cock stuffed in you — crybaby!reader
satoru’s got you tucked against his chest in the dark bedroom, legs tangled, your face buried in the crook of his neck while fat tears keep slipping down your cheeks. you’re still sniffling from earlier—some stupid little thing that set you off—and now you’re all shaky and needy, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.
“shh baby,” he whispers, voice soft and low, lips brushing your temple. one arm’s wrapped tight around your waist, the other hand guiding his thick cock right up against your entrance. he’s already leaking, smearing precum over your folds, but he doesn’t rush. just presses the fat head in slow, inch by inch, stretching your warm wet walls until you whimper into his skin.
“there we go… take it all for me. yeah, just like that.” he sinks deeper, groaning quietly when your cunt flutters and sucks him in greedily. you’re so full it aches in the best way, that heavy stretch making fresh tears pool in your lashes. he bottoms out with a soft grunt, balls pressed snug to your ass, and stays perfectly still for a second so you can feel every throbbing vein, every pulse of him inside you.
your hips twitch, trying to grind, but he holds you firm. “no moving, crybaby. just keep me warm. let me stuff this pretty pussy full so you can sleep.”
you whine, high and pitiful, nails digging into his shoulders. “satoru… ‘s too much… feels so deep…”
“i know, sweet girl. i know.” he kisses the corner of your eye, licking away a tear. “but you need it, don’t you? need me stretching you open till you stop crying and drift off.”
he rocks just the tiniest bit—barely an inch in and out—enough to make you gasp and clench hard around him, but not enough to build anything. just gentle, soothing rolls that keep you stuffed and full and fuzzy-headed. his hand slides down to cup your ass, keeping you pinned so you can’t squirm away even if you wanted to.
“good girl… feel how thick i am? splitting you so wide. gonna stay like this all night. my cock’s your pacifier tonight, yeah? suck on it with that greedy little cunt till you pass out.”
your sobs turn softer, breathier, turning into sleepy hiccups as the fullness lulls you. every time you start to tense he gives another slow grind, stirring his cock inside you until your eyes flutter and your grip on him loosens.
“that’s it… cry all you want, baby. i’ve got you. stuffed so full you can’t think about anything else.” he presses a kiss to your wet cheek, voice dropping even lower. “sleep now. i’m not going anywhere. be a good girl and let go.”
your breathing evens out slow, lashes fluttering shut, tears drying on your cheeks while his cock throbs deep inside, warm and heavy and perfect. he doesn’t move again—just holds you close, buried to the hilt, letting your sleepy pussy milk him softly until you’re finally quiet, drifting off with him still filling every inch of you.
me core
mdni. being fwb with satoru.
utahime’s been acting strange for weeks. not outright mean, just… off.
short answers, tight smiles, eyes that flick away the second you walk into the room. you catch her staring sometimes when you’re laughing with the group, arms crossed so hard her knuckles go white. you ask if you did something wrong. she says no, and changes the subject.
you finally corner her after a mission briefing. shoko’s there too, lighting a cigarette in the corner of the lounge. “utahime, talk to me,” you say, blocking the door. “you’ve been weird around me forever. what’s going on?”
her cheeks flush the way they do when she’s angry or embarrassed. shoko exhales smoke toward the ceiling, smirking. “tell her,” shoko says. “or i will.” utahime glares at her, then sighs “it’s not you. it’s… the way he looks at you.”
you blink. “who?”
shoko snorts. “gojo, obviously.”
“what are you talking about? satoru looks at everyone like he’s plotting something annoying.”
utahime shakes her head. “not like this. not with you.” her voice drops. “he looks at you like he’s in love with you.”
the words hit harder than they should. you laugh, because it’s ridiculous. “no he doesn’t. we’re just… we hook up sometimes. that’s it.” shoko raises an eyebrow. utahime just stares like you’re missing something obvious.
that night you’re at his place, like you have been a dozen times before. friends with benefits. simple. no strings. he texts you when he’s bored or horny or both, and you come over because the sex is insane and you’re not seeing anyone else right now. that’s all.
he opens the door shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, blindfold off for once. those stupidly blue eyes crinkle when he grins. “took you long enough.”
gojo saying ‘i love you’ for the first time. ^.^
it really slipped out of him the same way a sigh does, or a habit, or the way he always reached for you in his sleep even when he was already late.
it was early. too early. the room was still gray, that soft in-between color where the sun hadn’t committed yet. you were half-awake, tangled in sheets that smelled like his shampoo and your detergent mixed together. gojo was moving around quietly, or at least trying to. drawers opened and closed. fabric rustled. his phone buzzed once and he groaned under his breath.
you were awake enough to notice him lean down, awake enough to feel his lips press into your hair, your temple, the corner of your mouth. it was automatic. he did it every morning he left before you.
“don’t forget to eat,” you mumbled.
he hummed, distracted, already reaching for his blindfold off the nightstand. “yeah, yeah.”
then and completely unguarded—
“see you later, princess. i love you.”
it landed wrong.
not wrong like bad. wrong like when something precious falls and you don’t hear it hit the ground right away.
your eyes were fully open now.
it took half a second for your brain to catch up, to realize you hadn’t dreamed it, that you hadn’t imagined the weight of those words settling in the space between you. your heart did something stupid and incredibly fast, like it was trying to outrun your thoughts.
he froze.
you could tell the exact moment it hit him because his hand stopped mid-motion and the blindfold dangling uselessly from his fingers.
there was a long pause and the air shifted.
slowly, he turned.
you were already looking at him.
his eyes widened just a fraction. barely noticeable to anyone else but you.
“. . .you heard,” he said.
a realization.
you swallowed. your mouth was dry all of a sudden. “yeah.”
another pause. this one heavier.
gojo opened his mouth, closed it. ran a hand through his hair and laughed.
he was clearly nervous. you could see it.
“i—” he started, then stopped again. “okay. wait.”
he stepped closer to the bed like he was approaching something that might bite him.
he sat on the edge, elbows on his knees and his head tilted back for a second like he was bracing himself.
“you heard that,” he said again.
you nodded.
he exhaled slowly, like he was counting down from ten in his head. when he looked at you again, there was no teasing in his eyes, just him. stripped down and very awake.
“i didn’t mean to—” he stopped himself, lips pressing together. “no. that’s not true. i did mean it. i just . . . wasn’t planning on saying it. like that.”
your chest felt tight.
“it’s okay,” you said quickly, maybe too quickly. “toru, you don’t have to—”
“no,” he cut in. “don’t do that.”
he looked down at his hands, flexed his fingers like he was grounding himself. when he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
“i’ve been thinking it for a while.”
that made your breath catch.
he glanced back up at you, almost wary. “i just didn’t want to mess things up. you know how i am. i talk without thinking. i didn’t want it to sound like that.”
“like what?” you asked softly.
“like i didn’t take it seriously.”
he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “ironic, huh.”
you sat up a little, pulling the sheet around you. the room felt smaller now, more intimate, like the walls had leaned in when he said it.
“i don’t think it sounded unserious,” you said.
he studied your face, searching for something. fear. regret. anything.
“what did it sound like?” he asked.
you hesitated. your heart was still pounding, but there was a warmth spreading through you now.
“honest,” you said.
his shoulders dropped. just a little.
“yeah,” he murmured. “that sounds about right.”
there was a moment where neither of you spoke. the city outside hummed faintly. a car passed. somewhere, someone laughed. life kept going like nothing had just shifted on its axis.
gojo reached out, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
you let him.
he squeezed your hand once, like he was reassuring himself you were real and that you were still here.
“i don’t need you to say it back,” he said. “not now. not if you’re not ready. i just— i needed you to know i didn’t say it because i was half-asleep.”
you smiled. “you were definitely half-asleep.”
he snorted despite himself. “maybe a little. but the feelings were very awake. trust me.”
you took a breath. let it out.
“i like knowing,” you said.
his lips curved into something gentle.
“yeah?” he asked.
“yeah.”
he stood then, reluctantly, like the world was pulling him away by force. he leaned down again, his forehead resting against yours.
“i’ll see you tonight,” he said.
you nodded.
this time, when he kissed you goodbye, it was slower. intentional. like he was sealing something.
he paused at the door, his hand was on the frame.
“. . . i love you,” he said again.
no panic this time.
you smiled into the pillow after he left, your heart still racing, already knowing that nothing was the same anymore — and somehow, everything was exactly right.
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TOJI FUSHIGURO / SUKUNA RYOMEN
cw: pussssy eating ofc, fingering, spitting, couch sex
might be a lil too smug about it
so in fucking love with this one clip, so rough and sweet
there's nun better than having a big boii between your legs
didn't fill you with his cum yet buuuut...
NANAMI KENTO / HIGURUMA HIROMI
cw: creampie, daddy kinkkk, wild face in the sheets omg
must I mention how much I love 'em big gentlemen orrrr
stay still for daddy <3
he's actually mean after you've been a bad girl today :(
let him take care of you after that though
GETO SUGURU / SATORU GOJO
cw: oral sex obviously, 69, cumshots, titplay
gotta take his time lil by lil with you sometimes
might not be good at math but he def has a favorite number
he's curious about cumming on your panties working or nah
playing with your own tits while he's deep inside
CHOSO KAMO / INO TAKUMA
cw: face-riding, masturbation, car sex, creammming
he loveees having you use him while he jerks off fr <3
such a good boy for you, always only you
eating you out in the backseat!!
finally getting to fuck you the way he wants after so long
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inexperienced
<synopsis> your experienced boyfriend teaches you a few things
A/N: just some smut practice that i literally just whipped up, this probably can be added to the fics i have that can probably fit into satosugu x selectively mute!reader so this definitely counts as apart of that. its not like ive been neglecting that series, no way. and if you say otherwise, you're crazy...
cw: geto suguru x fem!reader, afab reader, fluffy smut, reader is a virgin, shy!reader, petnames (angel, princess, baby, etc.), brief oral (m! receiving), fingering, reader is implied to be short/small (not necessarily skinny though), lots and lots of praise, a liiiittle bit of biting, thats all !! MDNI
hope you enjoy !! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
he’s so sweet omg…
Hi!!
So like imagine if bunny hybrid x gojo x geto. But like bunny is sick? Like they have to take care of her!
sick bunny
<synopsis> satoru and suguru find a little bunny hybrid on the streets, it's no surprise that a week later she falls ill
A/N: thank you for the request !! if anyone reading this would like to request a hybrid fic, check the rules here !!
cw: satosugu x fem!reader, fluff/comfort, bunny!reader, owners!satosugu, brief allusions to mucus and gross sick stuff but not really, petnames (bunny, princess,)
hope you enjoy !! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
SOOO CUTEEE