I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.
have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.
Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.
Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.
Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.
It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.
Okay this it. This is the steamy make-out that an amateur writer like me wrote.
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You let out a delighted chuckle.
“Remember~”
You’re now reapplying some strawberry lip balm on your lips, proceeding to then trap him as you sat on his lap.
“No touching without my permission~.”
You gently placed your hands under Satoru’s jaw, caressing it, before diving in for a smooch. Closing your lips over his you start by giving them a lick, then gently bite his bottom lip and sucking it next.
You did the same procedure 2 more times before slyly sticking your tongue into his mouth now French kissing him. Quiet moans and groans can be heard from both of you as your tongues tangled with each other.
The heated kiss went on for another 15 seconds as you separated, grasping for some much needed air. There’s a string of saliva connecting from both of your mouths.
Wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer as you make yourself secure your legs around his waist to put yourself in a comfortable position to continue.
Leaning down to give hickeys on Satoru’s neck, you then hungrily bite his Adam’s apple. Giving the bite mark a few licks and sucks to humble the pain of the bite.
Going down lower you gave your husband a couple of hickeys on his collarbone.
Unzipping your shorts, but not taking them off, you then guide his hands to feel your lower thighs, then upper thighs, then the warmth of your inner thighs, then making his hands explore under both your shorts and panties. His hands are now fully covering your bottom. You then leaned into his ear to whisper, “You can feel my ass but that’s it, got it?”
You're now back to passionately kissing & sucking your husband’s neck like an absolute vixen.
Leaving clear kiss marks from his neck, you slowly ascend to his chin making sure to pepper a trial of kisses along the way as you’re massaging his neck.
You dive your tongue even deeper into his mouth, making sure that no inch in his mouth goes unexplored by your tongue, holding his head firmly in your hands as you make your advances to dive even deeper.
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So yeah. 🫣😂😅🥲 That’s all I had for this part. I feel embarrassed really. I hope that you enjoyed reading it even if it is short. I know that there are still some parts that have grammar to them but I’m not exactly sure where they are. 😓 Apologies about that.
A writer is a writer, Mokona senpai. There's no amateur or pro. Even out in the world there are published writers and unpublished writers but neither is better than the other ❤️ Thank you for sharing this steamy deliciousness, let's gooo! My additions of Gojo's reactions that you requested are in blue
You let out a delighted chuckle.
"Remember~"
You're now reapplying some strawberry lip balm on your lips, proceeding to then trap him as you sit on his lap. He watches your actions closely, smile growing, as he trails his eyes unabashedly from your juicy lips down to your straddling thighs. All of it his.
"No touching without my permission~," you remind him and his fingers that had been twitching by his sides to grab you now pause.
You gently place your hands under Satoru's jaw, caressing it, before diving in for a smooch. He accepts it, tastes it, licks it off his lips.
“Rules?” he asks with dubious brows and tsk-tsk-tsk-s you. “You know I don’t do well with those, darling.”
Closing your lips over his, you start by giving them a lick, then gently bite his bottom lip and suck it. Releasing it, you say firmly, “Well, you’ll have to follow them this time.”
Your words stretch his grin against your mouth and you bite and suck his lips two more times.
“On my best behaviour,” he concedes, taming the beast in him so obviously that you hear it in his shaky exhale.
“Good boy.”
A reward is due: you slyly stick your tongue into his mouth, now openly French kissing him. Quiet moans and groans can be heard from both of you as your tongues tangle with each other.
He lets you take the lead just as he promised and his large hands remain restrained by his sides. But you feel his growing and untended hunger from his kiss, how his mouth is growing more possessive, how he’s keening up to your ceding lips, and how quickly you’re losing your control of the kissing and how he’s taking the lead.
The heated kiss goes on for another 15 seconds before you separate at last, gasping for much needed air. There’s a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, you secure your legs around his waist to put yourself in a comfortable position to continue.
“Afraid you’ll fall, baby?” he cocks his head, mirth playing in his blues. He’s betting on you to lose in your own game: your game of assuming control. “If you let me hold you, you'll never fall.”
Locking your feet behind his back and driving your clothed pelvis forward to meet his, you sneer, “It’s almost as if you’re begging me to set another rule, Satoru: no talking.”
He chuckles at that, his white wisps dangling over his brow, as you lean down to plant hickeys on Satoru’s long neck, all over his beautifully corded muscles, and hungrily bite over his Adam’s apple. He dares to hiss at your sensual onslaughts, as if he hadn’t experienced much worse pains in his neck before, but his reactions are still music to your ears. Gratifying. So you give the bite marks a few thorough licks and sucks to soothe the pain from your teeth. He earned it.
“What a good boy you are,” you praise him in a murmur, inching lower and gifting your husband a couple of hickeys on his collarbones too.
Satoru smiles to himself. You're having fun, aren’t you? He could snatch you up at any moment, end this teasing, bend your limbs to his desired position and fuck your brains out the way he’s been itching to do ever since you greeted him in those tight little shorts and ran the tip of that glossy lipstick over your kissable lips. But it was more fun this way. It was fun to let his beloved pet do her own thing, surprise him, shower him in physical affections and marks. Your initiative is something he admittedly loved about you. But his patience with your games could last only that long…
“Doesn’t the good boy get to cop a feel?” he asks above you as you worship his collarbones.
You hum in contemplation and unzip your shorts. Without taking them off, you guide his hands to feel your lower thighs, upper thighs, then the warmth of your inner thighs, letting his hands explore beneath both your shorts and panties.
“You can feel my ass but that’s it, got it?” you lean into his ear and whisper.
But he doesn’t need any more instructions – Satoru’s hands fully cover your bottom, already cupping and kneading, grasping and pulling, all too eager to make full use of that permitted ‘cop’.
You go back to passionately kissing and sucking your husband’s neck like an absolute vixen. The vixen he loves and encourages.
“Yes, ma’am,” he jibes but you hear in his voice the almost-grain of defeat. He’s not the usual unperturbed jokester anymore – not with his breath hotter by several degrees and his cock more solid than granite against your inner thigh.
Leaving visible kiss marks down his neck, you slowly ascend back up to his chiselled chin, making sure to pepper a trail of kisses along the way – never leave an inch of him unkissed – massaging his neck with your lips.
At this time his hands leave your buttocks – leave them raw, almost bruised – and softly grasp your cheeks. This act is not sexual, you didn’t forbid him from cradling your face with such gentleness. Though gentleness is temporary, you both know.
The oceans splash before your eyes, whitecaps settling into the circular strings within his irises.
“You know how this ends, right…?” he asks with a nebulous smile, one barely there.
Understanding, grasping his thinning patience, his unraveling resolve and the dangerous building of his hunger, you place your smaller hands over his and press his heat closer to your skull.
“I do. With you, Gojo Satoru, I really do,” you say. “But first, let me have my fun.”
He smiles in agreement – permission granted, have your fun, baby – and you dive for another kiss, your tongue inside his mouth, making sure no inch of it goes unexplored, unclaimed by your tongue, holding his head firmly in your hands as you make your advances to reach even deeper – and he lets you.
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A few tips that could be helpful:
1. Smut is best driven by dialogue. Dialogue creates that emotional tension that we all crave so much. And in our heads we hear those dialogue lines spoken in the actual voices of the characters, which adds that extra effect to fanfiction. So you gotta string the dialogue along, and the sexual actions you describe will follow/accompany that dialogue.
2. I visualised his reactions by putting myself in his place. Which sounds kinda gay since you’re basically in the frisky spouse's place... But I never said I wasn’t gay. So if you can, put yourself in his place and think: what would I do if a hot babe was straddling me and ordering me to stay put? Then amplify those by adding Gojo’s extra aplomb, ego and self-assurance, and boom – you have his reactions.
3. Not smut related really, but I’d advise choosing which tense works best for you: present or past. I can’t write in present, whereas some writers hate writing in past. So we all gotta pick one and stick with it throughout one written piece. I went with present for your drabble as smut works quite well with present tense.
Other than that, fantastic steamy makeout scene, Mokona!!! 🌡️🥵💥 I visualised it really well even as I read it in the morning with a hazy brain and flickering eyelids (I literally typed out my reactions as Gojo in real time before I fell asleep so I wouldn't forget them lol). Don’t stop putting your ideas onto paper (figuratively, in our age of screens and Google Docs but you get what I mean) - just don’t stop writing! 🩷🩷🩷
Hello Tawus, I was thinking about the latest episode of jjk and I want to ask you what would be going through the reader's mind when Gojo makes all that deranged psychopathic faces from the ep in bed out of nowhere with those blue eyes flashing down on you .Would she get scared of Gojo or would she revel in it? Feral Gojo really had my manga reader male friend who watches and reads all sorts of fucked up shit say "Jesus" from beside me when he crushed hanami into the wall and also had him admit that he became frightened when Gojo's face started morphing into a sadistic evil face suddenly. Even the author said that Gojo was scarier in the anime than the manga. That is really something else .
I'd promised a smut scene but then I thought about this question much deeper (since the topic is my favourite I couldn't help myself) – and that means angst was unavoidable...
Truthfully, Gojo from chapter 12 (Infidelity) was that Gojo, wasn't he? Reader ended up with multiple bruises, scratches and contusions after that night – the map he charted on her body with his own hands. Which map she then paraded with that extreme cut-out dress on the night she broke up with Toru.
However, because he was still Toru that night, he, no matter the level of his anger, couldn't go completely berserk on her ass, as he still had to preserve a level of her trust in him. He couldn't totally abuse her to the point that he can never come back from it. So he soothed her in between, made her feel like her treatment was something she deserved and he was helping her receive and process it, acted like he fed her guilt and masochism the way she needed it fed thus doing her a favour, and basically alternated between stick and carrot modes so well that she felt like all of it was rightfully due and she was never in any real danger... (Plus she was so used to vilifying Satoru that she failed to see faults in Toru, aka a persona crafted out of his best parts).
Now, the berserk Satoru we see in JJK season 2 – may I just state my FAVOURITE EVER GOJO OMFG EVER SINCE I READ THAT SCENE IN THE MANGA – this is a rarely seen Gojo. This extreme mode of violence and mercilessness he's only ever shown towards cursed spirits and curse users (remember how he wrung Juzo's limbs in ep 20 of season 1) – but never humans with no cursed energy (with the one exception being my down-on-his-luck Toji lmao 😭). On the other hand our boy Geto doesn't discriminate between curses and humans iykwim 😎 Anyways, even with curse users, note how Gojo goes for mutilation but not total annihilation. Whereas in the very same episode he fired off an attack towards Hanami that was meant to rub him into dust – he aimed for absolute slaughter with him.
So with how weak he considers ordinary humans to be (and he still does, I am sure; though he has since his teenhood undergone a shift in his responsibility meter) – he doesn't feel ordinary humans to even be worthy of expending his power on. He still considers them weak but now as an adult he knows he has to do his job (as no one else will, or can): I got my confirmation for this from how he interacted with them in Shibuya.
Which is why he can never go that level of berserk with Reader while she's still an ordinary human. Not in bed, not ever. No matter how angry he is with her he will never let go of his self-control completely and totally the way he did in Shibuya, thus giving full reign to his sadism and bloodlust.
But if at any time she stops being human and turns into a cursed spirit by some one-in-a-million chance, aka the one type of living creature Gojo is proven to go all out on...
This brings me to the sequel to Infidelity that I'd been considering for the longest time but likely won't write now. In it I was planning to explore years forward into the future if she had become a cursed spirit thanks to Sukuna's 'gift', and whether Gojo and her would be able to withstand that event. That scenario, if she became a cursed spirit – THAT is when Gojo would be able to go all out on her and would probably want to, too. Due to how she kept it hidden for such a long time – the biggest betrayal of them all... How in the end she lost her humanity, the thing that made him fall in love with her – and became the one thing he was born to eradicate... How she carried Sukuna's secret mark inside her for years before telling him and how she then came to bear his actual marks: his signature jagged tattoos all over her body... How her cursed energy reeked of Sukuna and disgusted Satoru, making him hateful, vengeful (since we saw in JJK 0 movie that Gojo can smell cursed energy and who it belongs to)... And knowing that she now, having Sukuna's RCT powers as well, could heal herself no matter what he did to her... You know, as far as a year before you sent this ask I was visualising those scenes of Gojo losing control with her the way he did in season 2, allowing himself to loosen his tight grip for as little as a few seconds with that same possessed blaze in his eyes and that lethal sneer, and ending up hurting her in extreme ways – but then being unable to bear the sight of her twisting in pain on the ground, incapable of listening to her screams and the crunch of her bones, and himself shaken as fuck, stopping almost instantly and guiding her through her panicked RCT process so she would heal herself as soon as possible and stop her writhing, erase the red of her torn flesh and gushing blood and the protruding white of her broken bone. Too late, though, the Six Eyes captured it all and will never stop replaying it on loop. His personal purgatory.
(sorry my own sadomasochism is showing)
As for what would be going through her mind: as I established, Gojo will never show her those exact faces while she's still human. But even when he shows them to her as a special grade cursed spirit, she's still terrified. Even if she has Sukuna's powers, she's terrified. Even if she could put up a fight against Satoru with her new abilities (and she actually does), she's still terrified. Even if she may potentially be the most powerful curse after Sukuna – she's still terrified to the bone. They all are. Gojo Satoru is just too fast. Too strong. Too bloodthirsty. Herself now reduced to her most instinct-driven self, she feels what all curses feel opposite her husband: their own mortality.
As for what would she feel if she saw him make those faces in bed: well, with how my sequel plot is, Gojo gets to fuck a curse, yes, and more than once (I mean, he already got to do it in At His Mercy so it wouldn't be his first; it's actually in his lineage to woo curses and romantically ally with them, you(ta) know(s), instead of the other chump clans who just try to fight them... where you think Gojo clan's excellence comes from?). So he and his newly curse wife still fuck but it's not exactly how they used to do it back when she was human. Satoru lets himself go more, since she's not as fragile as an eggshell anymore. He can now show her his most primal, naked, stripped down and distilled self and maximise the release of both his anger and his lust. She's surprised at first but not for long. Since what are jujutsu sorcerers like Gojo Satoru and all of them – what are they, actually and truly? They fight for humans' side, sure, but they couldn't be furthest from humanity with their powers: they are masters of wielding cursed energy. And who else are natural masters of wielding cursed energy? Cursed spirits. So Satoru and you are on the exact same primeval, instinctive plane now. You're surprised by his conduct at first, but why are you? Of course he won't fuck you as gently as a human anymore. But over the course of it, you adapt, like any wild animal adapts to its new conditions. You hiss when he bites you so hard he breaks skin – but you also smile, you can't help it. You shriek when he bends your spine so roughly as he's hitting it from behind that he cracks one of your vertebrae – but you also grin. You scream out when he pulls your thigh over his shoulder in mating press and scratches off a layer of your skin in the process– but you also laugh.
But the fear never leaves, never weans. Knowing that now Satoru let himself completely loose thanks to you being a curse, there was always the possibility that he could decide to atomise you with Infinite Void mid-thrust. Or wring your neck so hard while cumming that your RCT might fail due to total disconnection of your head from your body. That fear was always there, always rife, and it made you vibrate and feel more alive than you'd ever felt before. But it also presented real danger, thus combining into the most distilled, potent formula in you – the seamless amalgam of fear and lust.
Anon, this was such a self-indulgent answer from me, although it may not be the answer you expected. Thank you for reminding me how much I always enjoyed writing Gojo 🩵
No Cure was included in a tiktok that was posted by user @/coffee.pillar, here is the link: vm.tiktok(.)com/ZGJW6CKH8 🥰
Thank you very much for the link!! I see they've recced my Geto one-shot as well, bless them ❤️ I'm about to post an extra for No Cure, I'll be sure to give Coffee Pillar a s/o ✨
Like I know it’s lengthy from reading the Infidelity smut scenes, but how long is it precisely~~~??? 👀
(I think you mentioned it before but then I forgot in either one of ur other asks or in the story. 🤔)
How thiccc is it? 2 1/2 inches? 2 3/4 inches? Veins~~~~? 😏
I’m obviously asking this bc of the NSFW Pre-workout Gojo figure that I showed you. 😌
(Ngl that cock, on the figure, looks like it could be 6.5 inches. 🫣🫠🤫)
You know I’d actually sent a screenshot of your dick-related questions to a friend with the caption: ‘Mokona asking real questions’ lmao
Oh lord Gojo’s dick – the amount of discussions that transpired on the subject over my time in this fandom…
First of all, girl that dick on the figurine looks about 10-11 inches if I’m honest. I’ll explain why. A very closed friend of mine (it wasn’t me I promise) was feeling horny and purchased a 9 inch dildo, not yet having the full comprehension what each inch would feel like inside of her. Well the dildo came (pun not intended) and the damn thing was so huge that only its head fit inside her and hurt and burned like a bitch (I promise I’m talking about a friend’s experience here). And this friend’s vagina isn’t especially tight either. She once had a dick so big it hurt her at first and bruised her – but even that dick was about 7-8 inches. The dick on the figurine I believe is about 10-11 inches based on its proportion to his body, if you look at that full body shot where half his appendage is protruding as big as his 3rd leg, not to mention the extreme girth which also adds to its monstrous size.
Now lemme make something clear: as much as I fictionally glorify the big dick – irl it hurts and Gojo’s does especially. It’s just impossible to take him in without proper prep. Often it takes him all of his self-control to not push into you in one go, since although feeling your warm wetness envelop him is a feeling he’s addicted to and always craving – it’s just not worth seeing you in pain over it. (Note that we’re not talking about Infidelity Gojo here, who might want to hurt his lover in this way at times)
Following on from that, the lube thing becomes an essential and a habit: there’s a bottle in the glove compartment of your car, there’s a little bottle even in your purse (at his insistence) which you toss from one purse to another together with your other essentials such as your wallet and car keys whenever you change purses, Satoru’s fingernails are always trimmed to be able to prep you no matter the setting or place, and here and there someone will notice Gojo’s tongue absentmindedly playing inside his mouth – that strong tongue which has learned to draw even Egyptian hieroglyphs in your pussy since licking you was so necessary for him to be able to fit himself in. There are all of these minute, almost invisible to other people details which have become a part of your and his routine.
Btw over on my discord server we used to have scientifically important discussions about his size as well, with the general consensus resting on 9-10 inches with an impressive length, the utmost beauty of his organ (because everything about Gojo Satoru is immaculate – that’s why he’s Gojo Satoru), and less girthiness than Toji, who just has the fattest dick you’ve ever seen even with his lesser inches. I’d taken some pics during those discussions for visualisation
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