Satoru Gojo X Reader - Blog Posts

After work with Gojo Satoru

cw: satoru gojo x female!reader, consensual-somnophilia, edging, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), p in v, doggy style/face down ass up, just some rough love makin' honestly

W.C: 1.9k

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Satoru gets home late, as usual. He's got little to no will to do anything regardless of his infinite energy, sometimes he wonders what his limit would be without RCT. He doesn't dwell on it too much, a glass of water, a shower, and a new pair of clothes later he's in front of you.

Satoru can't help himself from stopping to just admire you, you're glowing with a thin sheen of sweat on you and he's positive you're fucking perfect. There's nothing he needs more when he comes home from a long day of dealing with sick old fucks than to see you all sweetly splayed out for him laying in bed soundly asleep, wearing his shirt. He thought he was burnt-out, guess you always surprise him huh? Fuck if he can't help himself from stuffing you full right there. Buuttt, he's a gentleman, which is why he's gonna prep you first.

"Need ya t'a be all nice and wet f'me first." He mumbles before kneeling in front of you, lightly tracing the outer edges of his shirt before he slips his hands under your thighs to pull you right where he wants you.

He notices you stirring, debating about waking you up. But when he spreads your thighs, he sees it. You're wearing no panties, your heat seeping past and staining your inner thighs.

"Oh. Ohhh baby, miss me that much huh? I'mma make up for all that lost time love, promise." He whispers, more to himself or your pussy than you.

Satoru wastes no time diving right in. He starts borderline making out with your cunt. It has you whining and bucking in your sleep, not that he cared, because your hole was rewarding him with globs of sickly sweet nectar, just coating his lips. He might just cum from this, he starts humping the bed as he eats you out, flicking his nose on your clit and thrusting his tongue into your pulsing pussy. He's just about gone when he feels your hand reach for his hair and pulll.

Satoru glances up at you with dilated eyes and heaving breaths, almost like he's the one getting eaten out. In your half-delirious and definitely sleepy stupor you don't even understand what you did, but you see little drops of you dripping down his chin to his shirt like condensation and you can't help but moan.

You all but leap into him for a kiss, but he holds you back, "Sorry babe, I uh, I've got some prior commitments."

Satoru pins his weight on you, physically restraining you, then he goes back in, this time straight to your clit. He wraps his lips around your nub, looking straight at you before he sucks. You almost scream, locking your legs around his head and tugging at his hair. Eyes instantly screwed shut in pleasure.

"Look at me." Satoru says, but you know him well enough to know it was more of an order. You glance down at him, his eyes almost glowing in the dark. He maintains eye contact as he spits straight into your core, watching it wink around his saliva.

You can't help but whimper as he starts pushing his spit in with his middle finger, playing you like an instrument. Your brain's riddled with pleasure, making your body comply exactly how he wants, making all your thoughts scream Satoru, making you drool as you look at him.

"Aww love, don't worry I'll take care of ya." He snickers, you barely register it because in the next second, his finger is buried to the hilt inside of you. And instead of moving, he just stays there, inside your cunt.

"S'toru please, baby please."

"Wat'cha want darling? Y'know 'm a kind man, you just gotta ask."

"Wan', want more, no need y'to"

"Need me to what? Hit this spot?" Satoru curves his finger, accurately ramming your g-spot. And once he starts? Oh he doesn't relent. Mercilessly ramming it until you just about cum. Which he takes as his cue to stop all movement and sheath his finger into you.

You sit up, "Huh, no Satoru I was gonna cum why'd you stop?" you can't help your body from the wreaking sob. Mind so foggy that there's only one thing on it, and this fucker right here took it from you.

"Now now, if it was g'nna be this easy it's not fair darling. I just worked my ass off, how 'bout you work a 'lil for this orgasm huh? Satoru tsks, smirking like a little bitch.

You're grumbling, hands balled in anger while your tears of frustration hang right on your lashes.

"You're crying so pretty f'me huh?" Satoru glances down at you as he says this, taking in the sight of your glistening pussy lips, practically speaking to him.

You roll your eyes at him, shifting on wobbly knees 'til you're in front of him and his arrogant face.

"What do you want?"

He strokes his chin, feigning thought. "Hmm, while I would appreciate food, I think I had my fill right there." And he even has the audacity to wink down at you while licking the remnants of your juices of his lips.

Then he glances down at yours, and it's like a lightbulb went off in his head with how bright he's grinning. "Yours look a little chapped there though darling, think they could use some gloss?"

You'd laugh at this in any other situation, but with the ache between your legs growing and the wet spot in his sweats, all you care about is giving Satoru what he needs.

With slightly shaky hands you pull down both his sweats and boxers in one go, having no patience for teasing. His cock springs up and practically bounces against his chest, leaving a small dribble of pre along the way.

There's quite a few titles Satoru holds, 'The Strongest', 'The Hottest' (self-proclaimed), 'Yours', but his cock? They share those titles. The light blush dusting his cheek, which in due time will go to his ears and neck adorning the tip of his cock in the very same colour. The little jerks it does, mimicking his breathing pattern. You could see his pulse quicken with how he begins to flush more, all the way down to the very tip. Your memory could rival a photograph's accuracy on this, because one thing you do not play about? How pretty Satoru and his cock are.

You're broken out of your fantasy with Satoru's giggle, "If I didn't know any better I'd guess you have a crush on me~" he manages to squeak out through another fit of giggles.

You can't help the quirk of your lips, amusement in your eyes when you decide to use this to catch him off-guard. While Satoru is still going on like some child, you envelope his head into your mouth.

His eyes scrunch up as he grabs your hair, holding you at bay before making you sink deeper. Your head bobs along as you suck him further, tonguing at the vein on the underside of his dick that has him groaning like such a slut.

"Yeahh thaaaat's it. Missed this, missed you, shit I love-fuck!" You don't let him finish as he hits the back of your throat, cheeks hollowed out to put more pressure. You gently caress his balls as he starts slowly thrusting into you. Trying to gauge your limits.

He's outright moaning now, not bashfully, but proudly. Using your mouth like a toy. And when you tongue the underside of his head? He's gone, he tenses up and whimpers.

"Shit, I- fuck." He keeps babbling nonsense as he slowly eases out of you. You don't make it any easier, prodding at his slit, kissing up and down his shaft, you both were a match made in hell.

Once he's finally all out, he draaags his cock slowly across your cheeks. Painting your face in his rich and buttery pre, giving your lips the gloss and shine just like he promised. And you? You take it, sat there like a doll for him as you're both catching your breaths.

"Turn around, all 4's."

"What?"

"All 4's, now."

You scramble to get into position, your focus on one thing and one thing only. Satoru peels back the fabric sticking to you, then holding you still as he almost inspects you. He drags his eyes over your dripping slit, guaranteed to make a mess of the sheets. He spreads your folds apart and has a looong sniff.

"Satoru."

He just chuckles, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't as desperate as you, but he just can't help himself from playing with you a bit more.He sinks two fingers into you, watching the way you're hips jerk, as if asking him to hurry up. The second he's buried to the hilt you're finished.

"Please-" He twists his fingers to interrupt you, successfully shutting down your train of thought as it's occupied by his long fingers burning into your soft spots.

"Fuuck, please jus' shit please keep going" You beg him, repeating the same scene over again while looking at him with a dazed look in your glossy eyes.

Satoru coos at you with honeyed words, luring you further in. He makes such a slick mess out of you, the squelching wetness echoing in the silent room. And then suddenly, he sinks another finger, while using his thumb to draw messy circles on your clit. He's going so fast your hands collapse under you, leaving you writhing into the pillow.

"S'too much please wait jus'-"

"Nah. First it wasn't enough, now 's 'too much'? Make up your mind baby."

He has you seeing stars in no time, leaving your legs quivering because he just doesn't stop. Your poor pussy leaking and making a mess as you're forced to just lay there and take it. By the time you come down from your high, your thighs, Satoru's hand, and the sheets are soaked. While you're still reeling in oversensitivity, you feel Satoru line himself up with you, his tip leaving small pecks along your pussy lips.

"Nghh- S'sensitive, 'toru wait-"

"Come on baby, you can take it yeah? I know you're a good girl f'me ain'tcha?"

You wanna say no, you wanna cry and insist you can't take it, but instead you obediently arch your back and your pussy opens up invitingly for him. There's only one brain cell at use currently in your body, and it's located in your pussy.

Satoru hammers into you like a man possessed, you wouldn't be surprised if he was. He's hitting you everywhere, and he doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

"This is what I want. None of that curses bullshit, none of those clanhead bitches. Jus' my favourite girl and her cunt."

He can't stop himself, Satoru is notoriously bad with his words, and often his actions can't convey the depth of his feelings. But when he's fucking you? He's taking all that he has, feels, has ever been and will ever be and stuffing it so deep in you that your body understands. It understands his love, it understands his pain, and it understands him.

So no you won't blame Satoru when he wrings another orgasm out of you, leaving you shaking. You won't blame him when he stuffs you so full, reaching places you didn't even know existed and makes you walk with a limp. You won't blame him when he's rendered you useless and turned you into mush, because that's who Satoru is and how he loves.

And he knows you love him because you're ready to do it all over again in a heartbeat.

A.N: this man has possessed me like a vice and made me pump this out in two hours. I'm posting this on my fucking phone because my laptop is glitching, I'm hella mad. The things I do for you Satoru. Regardless, opinions, discussion, even criticism is appreciated, thank you.

Tutor!Gojo Headcannons

cw: satoru gojo x fem reader, nerdjo, university au, gojo is a gifted kid, you are a bimbo, physics major gojo, doctorate gojo, cheerleader reader, fingering, grinding, dry humping, use of petnames

kinda just had a blurb and wrote this drabble, i never write so the punctuation lord. idk i need this and ik i'll pass with flying colours.

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cheerleader!reader who's easily capable of landing on top of the pyramid but has no idea how to write the formula for what she did.

cheerleader!reader whose sports scholarship is barely holding on with her current grades, leaving her no choice but to accept her professor's recommendation for a tutor.

tutor!gojo who is the same age as you but getting his PhD right now.

tutor!gojo who calmly and patiently teaches you each and every concept from the beginning again, entertaining all your questions.

tutor!gojo who clears up way more than two hours a week because he needs to see you you need it.

tutor!gojo who suggests sessions right after your cheer practice so that he gets to see you in that slutty lil' uniform your brain is 'sharper'.

tutor!gojo who can't bear the fact that you're sitting all dolled up for him in your mini skirt and liner, huffing and squirming with every problem you don't get.

tutor!gojo who loves riling you up by slowly tracing the pencils underneath your skirt when you space out or pinching at your waist when you make a mistake.

tutor!gojo who adores seeing you so flustered that he sets up a reward system, making you fall right into his arms.

tutor!gojo who starts off with small words of praise like "good girl" "attagirl" "that's my girl".

tutor!gojo who then starts reprimanding your mistakes by doing the sum over again with his hand enveloping yours and making you trace the words.

tutor!gojo who has you sit on his lap for 'overlooking your work better', but this just leaves you grinding on his thigh with your barely there shorts as you try and solve these problems.

tutor!gojo who slowly bumps his leg up and down to help you, sometimes moving his own hips by accident.

tutor!gojo who grabs your hips with his massive hands, engulfing them as he glides them back and forth, dragging you like a doll on him.

tutor!gojo who then comes up to your ear and whispers "haan- that's it, check the directions of the waves again" as you mewl pathetically writhing on him.

tutor!gojo who has you sprawled out on his desk before your final exam for the semester, three fingers deep in you as you try to solve a paper

"p-please right there, jus' ah-" you moan as his fingers scissor your folds apart.

gojo looks at you with a condescending grin before he tsks, "baby you know the deal, you get to cum when you answer all the questions right."

"b-but 's not fair." you whine out as his fingers squelch loudly in your tight wet heat.

"sweetheart come on," he sighs at you "i know my girl, if you weren't so slutty you'd have been done long ago"

"can't, shit, can't i need more please, i can't focus." you beg him with all but tears in your eyes.

"come on love, 3 more questions yeah? you solve 'em right maybe i'll even give you more than jus' my fingers" he teases, pulling your thighs so that he's situated deeper inside you.

you cry out at the feeling, but before you can get a word in he speaks again "if not guess i h've to keep edgin' you" he coos into your ear and now the tears flow.

don't repost, plagiarize, or copy ig.

gojo would be that one classmate who teases you about getting score 1% lower than him and then go into depression if you get a score .001% higher than his

you loved playing roblox.

seriously, your own boyfriend even questioned him which you loved more.

one day, he notices the app on his phone.

@_ilovemyirlwaifu

why the hell was that his username??

"honey? can you come here for a second?"

"yeah?"

he shoved the phone in your face with a frown that looks like it says 'fix it. now.'

but you dont, inviting him to play with you instead. he sighs and friends you.

"dandys world? this is childs play-"

"honey the monsters got me!"

"love of my life can you pretty please heal me?"

"im on one heart-"

"woah look how fast im going!"

"these damn machines dont work"

it was cute to see your boyfriend bonding with you, even if it was a little frustrating for him.

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with yuji, gojo, geto, and your other faves<3

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2025

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In Another Life I'm Sure It Was Better

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

characters: Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Choso Kamo, GN!Reader

summary and warnings: grief, angst, lost, use of Y/N • how they deal with your death

title inspired by PRIDE. - Kendrick Lamar

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Gojo

It was his fault. It was because of him you that were dead.

He stared at your lifeless body laying in his bed, running his fingers over your palm. He didn't like the fact he couldn't feel your pulse anymore, and he despised that you were as foolish as to try to save him, when you only led yourself to your own end. He didn't need help. But he loved that you wanted to protect him so badly. He wondered why he chose to keep your body instead of giving you the proper burial you deserved.

Maybe he was selfish.

He wanted to see your eyes staring up at him and that stupid grin (that he adored) you gave him when you woke up. He just wanted you back. But you weren't ever going to show him your beautiful smile ever again.

He was supposed to be the strongest.

He was supposed to protect you.

Yet he sits here, crying and holding your corpse that was embroidered with a blissful expression, the warmth of your hand faded from this awful planet.

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Yuji

This wasn't supposed to happen.

He held you, or rather what was left of you, to his chest.

"C'mon, Y/N. This isn't funny."

It wasn't this time, not anymore. He was used to you giggling and pushing him off of you with a 'Yuji! It was a joke!' but you weren't playing dead anymore. You really weren't alive.

"This isn't... This isn't okay. Fushiguro and Kugisaki are gonna scold us for being gone so long."

They were, usually. Kugisaki teased you two and made comments about how you were both busy making out, and Fushiguro just hit you both on the head. But if you weren't there then they would figure out what happened. You were always next to Yuji.

"...I'm sorry. I'll meet you later, yeah?"

He buried you in the flower field near the school. He knew you would be happy there.

That was where you first met him.

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Choso

People say death comes easy once your used to it.

But this was different. You weren't meant to die.

Blood was on his hands, but it was the only time he wasn't expecting it. It wasn't because of his technique.

He hated red. He hated that the color strikes through your body like an abstract painting that was already beautiful. He wishes it was a dream that he could wake up from, and see your gorgeous body without a stain on it.

Yet he couldn't.

"My love?"

His call was unanswered as he stared at your weightless body. The death happened so fast you didn't even get a chance to close your eyes. Better than having a slow one, he supposed. If you were going to leave you would deserve a quick ending. He would hate to see you suffer in your final moments.

With a kiss to your forehead, he folds your hands together and leaves you by your family's burial shrine. Yuki had once told him that bodies take a while to decay, so he left you there for a few months, and burned your remainings. He has to shut down his tears when he walks by the vase filled with your ashes every day.

But at least you were still with him, even in death.

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2025

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One For The Money, Two For The Show

characters: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x Toji Fushiguro x GN!Reader

summary and warnings: grown ass men acting like dogs🙏🙏, poly relationship, they/them pronouns for reader, swearing

title inspired by Two - bbno$

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Having three partners was... a lot to say the least.

First, you have Satoru Gojo, the strongest, but also the clingest. Can't leave you alone for one second.

"Baby? It's hug time!~"

"Let's watch a movie, baby!"

"Oh, you're back! I missed you so, so, so, so, so, so much!"

Secondly, Suguru Geto, a stubborn and selfish prick. He acted like he was the only one you were dating.

"Hands off, Satoru. Mine. My partner."

"That guy just looked at you... Shall I send a curse after him?"

"Give me them, Toji. Sweetheart wants my love."

And finally, Toji Fushiguro, who couldn't be more of a tsundere. But you found his frown cute.

"Why are ya gettin' up so early, sugar? It's the weekend. You got insomnia or somethin'?"

"Don't go off to work without givin' me a kiss, dumbass."

"Why the hell would I let ya paint my nails?"

...

"Is there black nail polish?"

It was cute when you got home from work late and they were all cuddled up together on the bed though. Satoru was drooling while Suguru's face was pressed against his cheek as if he fell asleep while kissing Satoru, one of Toji's arms was spread out like it was waiting for someone to join them.

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2025

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GUIDE:

red text = coming soon

blue text = series (UNFINISHED)

purple text = series (FINISHED)

green text = one-shot

pink text = drabble

orange text: long work

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JUJUTSU KAISEN:

gojo misses geto, they reunite, and life is okay again

merman gojo x human suguru (no curses au)

yuji has a weird love for lemons, megumi finds it interesting

satosugu road trip hell yeahh

sukuna x gojo who runs away and finds sukuna, but sukuna offers gojo to join him

soft sukuna x shy gojo drabble

nerd gojo x bully suguru drabble

gojo x geto x sukuna beach date

gojo sfw alphabet

sukugo "scars that arent on me" drabble

sukuna makes a yo mama joke

hybrid satosugu who show up at your door (easter special 2025)

poly relationship w gojo geto and toji

how gojo yuji and choso deal with you dying

soft sukuna x gn reader (post chap 236)

he plays roblox w you (gn reader)

MOUTHWASHING

captain curly x paranoid reader

SAIKI K:

soft saiki headcannons

THE SUMMER HIKARU DIED

yoshikis subconscious misses hikaru too

LOVEJOY / WILBUR SOOT:

wilbur cuddle headcannons

nerd wilbur x nerd reader who both really like pokemon

lovejoy x reader (could be platonic or romantic) where you go on a tour with them

Satoru Gojo SFW alphabet🩵

ive been gone for a few days so here ya go

warnings for L and T: suggestive themes

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they?)

Gojo is very affectionate towards you. He likes giving you small pecks on the cheek and holding hands in public to show that you're his and his only. When you're not in public, he's still circling around you like a hawk. He likes trying to make you food (you both know he can't cook, so when he whines that he somehow burnt the water, you have to cook with him. But he wouldn't have it any other way.)

B - Best Friend (How did the relationship start?)

You met Gojo when you started talking to Geto. Gojo seemed to always linger around, behind Geto's back or just pestering him about how he was 'the strongest'. When you two first started having conversations, your friendship slowly grew. After Geto left it was only you and him. And you both stuck together. He was the one to confess to you first.

C - Cuddling (Do they like cuddling? How would they hold you?)

Gojo LOVES cuddling with you. Man will always make sure your in his arms while falling asleep (even if it means moving you to his lap when you're already half asleep. He believes that you need to be asleep with him or he'll die.). He likes when you slot one of your legs between both of his and move his hand to caress your cheek. You tend to rest your head between his shoulder and his free arm- except its not so free now.

D - Dates (Where do they like taking you on dates?)

Gojo will often tell you to sit on his lap and then warp to the middle of the sky. It scared you at first, but you got used to it. He sets his head on your shoulder and holds one of your hands while doing it, tilting both of you back carefully as you stargaze together. Sometimes you fall asleep and he teleports back to the bed so you can rest in each other's arms.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with they're partner, how would they do it?)

Gojo would try to fight the tears (keyword: try. A few droplets slipped out). He would stutter while he tried to explain why this wouldn't work. He never truly wanted this at all, he never wanted to leave you. After you two parted ways, he cried himself to sleep. Life was like torture ever since he walked out your door for the last time.

F - Fiance (How would they propose?)

Gojo, being the huge idiot he is, proposed to you while you were half asleep. You were laying on his chest with his finger twirling in your hair. Your eyes closed, but he woke you back up. He picked up your hand and slipped the ring on slowly. The metal felt cold, you hissed and opened your eyes, but they only widened further. Long story short, you said yes.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they?)

He's pretty careful with you, but you guys like to play-wrestle sometimes. Wether it's him trying to steal your phone or him grabbing the last bag of goldfish, you guys always end up on the floor. And let's just say he doesn't get tired easily, so you have to fight until your last breath if you try to sneak his bag of sweets out of the pantry. Otherwise, he treats you like a painting from the Renaissance era. You're his most prized possession. Period.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they hug you? How do they hug?)

Don't test his hugging game. Even the smallest frown from you gets you the biggest bear hug imaginable. He always has his arms around you, no doubt. It keeps everyone away too! You're his, as I've stated. That's the way it's gonna stay. When you need comfort, his hugs are a little loose, but he keeps you as close to him as possible. When it's just a regular hug, he squeezes you tight and makes sure you're not able to move, that way he can make sure you get every ounce of his love into you. He hugs you a lot. Not a day without one.

I - I love you (How do they say the L word?)

He's really open about 'I love you's. In public it's not much. In private, almost every hour. If someone gets a bit too close for his liking, he says it immediately and wraps his arms around your waist. He likes muttering it into your ear before you both fall asleep. He thinks it'll make you dream about him.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get)

Boy is hella jealous. If a stranger looks at you for more than five seconds, he makes sure they'll never be able to look that direction again. Even if it's just a kid that tells you you're pretty, he'll immediately teleport you both. He even gets jealous around your parents. In public, he makes sure he's always touching you so everybody around knows you're his partner. You think it's embarrassing. Shopping trips? He goes with you. Family meetings? He's there. Taking a walk? At your side.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? How often do they kiss you?)

Oh man, don't even get me started. Kisses all the time. No escape from them at all. He likes to give you french kisses and pecks on your neck, but in return you must give him a kiss back. It's like a rule. Once you hit the three-month point in your relationship, you were bombarded with kisses randomly every day.

L - Little ones (Would they want to have children with you? What kind of parent would they be like?)

Female reader: He's tried so many times. You wanted it too, but you always made him pull out because you were scared of pregnancy. Whenever you felt sorry, he would kiss your problems away and talk about how he doesn't even care, as long as he had you. However, he would be a laid-back dad I feel. Sneaks sweets into the grocery cart even when you say no to your child I bet.

Male reader: You've had the conversation so many times. But it was like he was deaf whenever you told him that you were infertile. Gojo pokes at your stomach during aftercare, kissing it and whispering things to it as if you were magically gonna have a kid. You felt bad, but he really doesn't mind. You two could always adopt a kid.

M - Morning (What are mornings with them like?)

He drools. A lot. Sometimes you wake up and your own hand smells like his morning breath (fyi, it does not smell like cotton candy). If he wakes up before you, he kisses you awake and smiles like an idiot when you scold him for not letting you have your beauty rest. Or he smiles when he feels your arms wrap around his waist while he's making morning coffee for you both. When you wake up before him, you let him sleep in and he gets pouty thinking that you don't want him to be awake with you. He sleeps shirtless, change my mind.

N - Night (How do nights spent with them go?)

Sleepy murmurs and sluggish kisses are the only sounds heard. You're in his arms, letting him kiss your shoulders carefully. Occasionally it's you kissing his collarbone. The distance between you and him is non-existent. Soft 'I love you's and 'I love you too's are spread around. When he reaches to turn off the light, you caress his hand in yours the second it comes back. It's just you and him in those moments. It's just your love and his, even if you both are submerged by slumber.

O - Open (When do they start to reveal their past?)

He was pretty open with you from the start. He talked about his clan life, how everyone treated him, what his days were like, etc. You just nodded and let him talk. He would smile at you when he was done and assure you he was okay now, but you always made sure that was true.

P - i skipped this one cuz i felt it was boring, my bad ig

Q - Quiz (How much do they remember about you?)

He does not let a word slip from your mouth without notice. He loves listening to you talk about yourself. That new horror game you liked? Knew every character. The island simulator game you play on your switch? Name was on the top of his head. That one character you would never stop obsessing over? He memorized every fact about them. He knows your favorite color, fruit, flower, shape, and constellation.

R - Remember (What's their favorite memory with you?)

He took you to a sakura blossom garden. The smile on your face was etched into his mind, every one of your features was sculpted into his memory. He knew you loved blossoms, so for Valentine's he took you here. You looked so beautiful and happy while dancing amongst the garden with him. He'll make sure he remembers that day forever.

S - Security (it's basically the same as J so uh yeah)

T - Try (How much effort do they put into dates and anniversaries?)

He goes all out. Every date is nothing below your expectations. He likes taking you out to fancy restaurants and buys you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. And yes, he pays. For your anniversaries he doesn't try as hard. He just likes to spend the whole day with you, which means he has to have a hand on you the entire time. You cook dinner together and sleep as close as you can. He makes sure you're happy, and if you're not smiling the entire time then he makes it up to you the next day (ifykyk).

U - Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

His schedule. He'd rather kill himself then be late for you, but it's hard with the job he has. You understand though. If he's ever late, he runs into the bedroom and slams himself on top of you to give you as many apology kisses as possible. He despises leaving his baby girl/baby boy alone</3

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Honestly he could give less of a damn. But if it's a date he goes all out. He hated wearing suits, so he'll just wear something traditional. Otherwise he likes stealing your Minecraft pajama bottoms and your hair clips so he doesn't have to brush it.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

YES. period. He tries to tough himself up and convince he's okay without you whenever you go to the grocery store, but when you get back he's waiting on the couch and holding your pillow to his chest. Just a little warning: if you don't give him kisses he'll never allow you to eat his candy ever again. Boys will be boys/lh

X - Xtra (A random headcannon for them)

he likes playing hello kitty island adventure with you<3 and animal crossing<33 and minecraft(you place your beds together)<333 and fortnite so he can release his rage from the guy who stared at you a lil too long out on any player he sees within a five mile distance.

Yuck (What don't they like in a partner?)

If you're homophobic, racist, or basically the average dni criteria then I'm sorry girlie/boyie but you're cooked

Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Will cling onto you like his life is on the line. I wouldn't say he snores loudly but he does have a little bit of the honk mi mi mi mi mi's. If you fall asleep before him, he will stare at you with those precious blue flashlights until he decides he's had enough of your beauty (aka never but y'know he has to get sleep somehow).

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2025

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“DIRTY LAUNDRY” — 𝑔𝑜𝒿𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓉ෆ𝓇𝓊

[ ᴛᴡ ]・mdni, fem!reader, 4.8k wc (didn’t plan for that ;-;), established relationship (you’re married :D), satoru being forced to do household chores (the horror), your husband is sick in the head...for YOU, panty sniffing, inappropriate use of underwear, masturbation, no p in v, domestic and disgustingly sweet i would say (sorry heh), lowkey selfship coded bc i would so go off on this man to do work around the house LOL, extra of the aftermath at the end (satoru gets in trouble), not much banter + more so yelling (on your part aha), the only person he fears in the world is YOU, pretenses may be messed up

[ ᴀ/ɴ ]・divider by @/cafekitsune

In a whole year, there is only one day out of all the three hundred and sixty five days during which the earth completes its entire revolution around the sun that Gojo Satoru, the Strongest, despises with a passion — Cleaning Day.

No, there is not a designated day around the world in which all people drop whatever they are doing just to deep clean their entire house, but in the Gojo household, unfortunately, there is. And maybe it is because you, his wife, are his world, so the event feels bigger than it actually is. Though, even with this seemingly romantic sentiment, the poor man feels shivers run down his spine just thinking about what was soon to come.

Do not get him wrong — Satoru loves his home, and only because you occupy the space and fill it with your warmth through every smile you grace him with. He loves how you adorn and furnish it, how you make it yours as the rightful Mrs. Gojo. There was not a single area which did not have the trace and essence of you, his darling wife. Your husband takes into account everything you do, and therefore, notices even the smallest things out of place. He is fulfilled and endeared with the knowledge that his woman has been there, and his woman has indeed made the decision that the strange ball decor you are so fond of and chose to put in a designated area on the shelf in the hallway would no longer be in its usual spot, but five inches to the right of it — and simply because you wanted it there.

You were a little weird like that, but it filled him with immense joy that you were weird about the place you share together and call home. And he, in turn, is very weird about you — something he will prove time and time again. You have a certain flair, a touch that lingers around this place that is so uniquely you. This, unfortunately, also applies to cleaning just the same. Most people have normal fears — spiders, heights, the dark. But Gojo Satoru’s is firstly, his wife, and secondly, a little black smiley face drawn in sharpie with the words ‘Cleaning Day!’ written right beside it which you mark on the calendar to remember. In all truth, he thinks the color of the marker you chose is symbolic in representing the terror and trauma that comes with the day.

Okay, maybe he’s being a little dramatic, but your dearest husband could be walking past the wall where the calendar was hung — and then? His body will have a visceral reaction. He’ll become visibly tense and turn pale. He doesn’t even have to look, he can feel its presence like a ghost. It is accurate if he does say so himself, because that is what Cleaning Day is to him — a ghost, a shadow come to torment him, always lurking and lingering before slowly but surely approaching before you even realize it.

Even so, no matter how much distaste your husband holds towards something so inanimate — there is not a single day that goes by where he does not love and adore you to the fullest. Perhaps that is why you put up with him all the time, because you know the extent of his love for you even when he’s being absolutely insufferable (which he knows himself is all the time). But he also knows this — whenever he is with you, anything and everything is somehow bearable. When he’s by your side and heeding your commands, he is the happiest, and Satoru has no problem spending the rest of his life being told what to do by you and you alone... even if it’s chores too, he guesses.

Though, even with that in mind, still, another thing he didn’t look forward to today, to top it all off, is the tensions that came between you two because of all the stress — and not the hot kind!

“Honey,” you peek in, calling out to your husband by the doorway of your shared bedroom, drawing his attention with your saccharinely soft voice.

There it is.

The trap.

Satoru prepares himself, taking a deep breath.

“I don’t wanna!”, he whines back almost immediately, hiding under the cozy covers that smelt like you, hoping the bed would suck him right in and he’d disappear. You hadn’t spoken on your true intentions yet, trying to butter him up first. It wouldn’t work though because he knew, he always knew.

Your smile strains into something unnatural and scary.

“Stop playing around and get up!” You snap, dropping the act, approaching quicker than the speed of light and ripping the blankets off of him, annoyed you had to play this game of cat and mouse every single time.

Satoru flinches at your tone in exaggeration, straightening up and out of bed like a soldier called to duty. You roll your eyes at his antics. Why did he always feel the need to be so dramatic? Actually, never mind — this was your husband you were talking about.

Crossing your arms, you give him a scrutinizing once-over which would usually have his dick up in no time (it still does) before heaving out a sigh, turning on your heel gracefully as you do and padding out of the bedroom and down the hall, expecting him to follow. He does, albeit, like a kicked puppy rather than the powerful sorcerer everyone knows him to be, and all because of his very, very mean wife — who wasn’t mean all the time, just specifically when he was being lazy or leaving his stinky socks around the house.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You tut in disapproval. Satoru can still tell you care, from the way your brows knit together and your eyes soften just a bit at his fitful demeanor. Your voice grows a tad gentler now. “You’re in charge of the laundry, okay? I left the basket over there —”, you point somewhere to the ground, assigning him with his own special task, but he finds himself barely paying attention to anything (except for your ass that was swaying rather temptingly in front of him).

Cerulean blue stares after you, and he opts for hugging himself like the very definition of a pouty child who had gotten a rather harsh scolding from his parents, sliding his way childishly towards the living space, his Cinnamoroll slippers chafing loudly against the floors. White brows furrow, and Satoru’s eyes widen with his classic pitiful look when you turn your attention to the carpets, switching on that dreadfully loud machine which has even the cat running leaps around the house in fear (of your wrath and said machine). He couldn’t help but be on the same page with his sworn enemy more than today.

“Stupid laundry…”, he whispers to himself, peeking at you from the corner of his eye right after the words leave his mouth to make sure you didn’t hear him over the noise. Heh, can’t be too careful — you tend to have selective hearing.

Flopping side to side theatrically, he makes his way over to the full laundry basket on the floor, lifting it up effortlessly. Satoru looks over at you, pout deepening and jutted lip growing more pronounced by the second as he glares half-heartedly at your back, sending you waves telepathically to turn around and watch as you force your distressed lover to perform labor. It melts away rather quickly, however, his blue gaze softening so easily against his will as he watches you fiddle around, completely in the zone, maneuvering the expanse of the living room with the vacuum in hand, paying him no mind.

The basket almost slips out of his hands as he admires the sight of you performing such a menial task. Honestly, Satoru could stand here and watch you for hours and hours and hours, even if you were doing nothing. But that’s also the thing, you are never doing nothing. You are living and breathing, existing as his wife, and you do it beautifully. Hair messy and clothes shabby, even in your rage — you were the definition of perfection. How could someone have such a powerful hold over him, he could never begin to understand. The love you both hold for each other was far from simple, so perhaps it has something to do with that. It’s like every thought flies out of his head when you fall into his sights like an angel, and Satoru, well, Satoru just goes dumb.

He waits there like an idiot for a couple more moments, taking advantage of the seconds until you turn around and likely scream at him for standing around and wasting time, eyes glued to your figure, tracing all over you, from the top of your head to your sock-clad feet (he wonders if you can feel him touching you with only his gaze), before eventually coming back down to earth.

With a serene sigh and acceptance on his face, Satoru relents, coming to terms with the fact you won’t look back at him and change your mind about him doing chores, the very word leaving a bad taste in his mouth, no matter how big his puppy dog eyes are that he throws in your direction (you were always a cat person anyway). He has That Look, the one that says — ‘Even in my impatience, I will listen’. He can never fight with you, because you are always right. If you say it’s his job to do the damn laundry, then it is. And with that, he gives you one last glance for good measure, sights pointedly lingering on your derrière, before turning and heading straight to the laundry room (taking his damn sweet time while at it).

Setting the basket down on the counter, your dutiful husband sifts through the laundry to separate the clothes into two piles like you taught him that one time. Something about the white clothes getting stained and ruined if they get washed with the dyed fabrics. He didn’t really know about that type of stuff, but he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of your scorn by fucking this up, so he just followed your instructions.

Truthfully, Satoru didn’t understand you at times (though, he supposes he never will). Why would you waste your time on tedious things like cleaning when he could hire help to get it done for the both of you? It’s been that way since he was a child, so he was used to the lifestyle until you came along. He is not lacking in money, and you could finally catch a break instead of complaining about your back all the time . . . Or maybe you like playing as his little housewife. The thought brings his infamous cocky grin to his face before it quickly drops, nose scrunched in disgust at a rather unpleasant smell wafting into his nostrils. 

“What the —”

Oh, it was just his socks.

Satoru grumbles to himself, annoyed and muttering under his breath, barely able to hear himself over the vaccuming in the other room, going on his usual spiel about how much he hates today (and how much he hates his stinky socks — and he knows you wouldn’t disagree with that sentiment), which he wouldn’t have the same confidence saying directly to your face as he continues to dig through the vast mountain of clothes. He releases a long, drawn out sigh, deft fingers hooking into soft fabrics until he pauses, spotting something rather interesting in the pile.

“Eh? What do we have here?”

Taking his arm out from the bin, Satoru’s face lights up with curiosity as he pulls out a cute, pink, strawberry-patterned number with a small bow sewn into the front hem, holding it up to the light, a cheeky glint in his eye. First, his sights dart across the room, waiting for you to pop up around the corner and start berating him for being a pervert at a time like this.

When you don’t, he officially deems it safe, turning his attention back to what was important. He pinches the straps and examines them from every possible angle, a sly smile creeping on his face. He shuts one eye, making optimal use out of the other, intently focused. He has never been more serious about anything. In fact, if he had a tiny magnifying glass in his pocket, it’d be used for moments like this — for him to be weird about his wife’s dirty underwear.

“Oops, I think I might have found something that doesn’t belong to me.~”, he chirps.

Cerulean eyes inspect the (adorable) piece of fabric, and out of instinct, Satoru’s gaze falls on the subtle stains on the seat of the panties, and his smile grows even wider into something cheshire and menacing. He can’t help but let out a low, impressed whistle, eyes twinkling mischievously. Thick fingers trace the stains on the tiny gusset, amusement written all over his face. He giggles to himself.

“Hehe, this is so... cute. Why haven’t I seen these before?”, he inquires to himself with pursed lips, voice laced with feigned innocence as he bats his lashes. Why would you hide these from him? It’s the only possible conclusion he could get to. He’s certain he is well informed in every pair of undies you own — lacey, granny, g-string, thong (and you look unbelievably sexy in all of them). Did you know he’d be gross about these too? Well, you were right.

Satoru slingshots them across the room, and they make a little ping! sound as they hit one of the machines. He repeats the action a few more times but grows tired of it after a few minutes. Next, he tries them on for funsies. But his face soon falls, his pouty expression returning as he tries to squeeze his large frame into them.

“Geez, I’m not that big.”

He wiggles his hips, trying to make them fit, but they’re just too small. He looks down at himself, a mixture of disappointment and amusement on his face, before letting out a loud sigh.

“Aw, no fair! These were supposed to be cute on me too...”

Satoru huffs even more, trying to adjust them so they sit more comfortably, but it’s a lost cause. They were too tight on him, and he’s peeved as well as a little offended he can’t fit into his wife’s underwear like you can his. So, he takes them off, almost tripping over his long legs that get stuck in the holes, before holding them up to his face.

“Don’t tell anyone I did that, okay?”, he whispers to the flimsy cloth in sworn secrecy.

Satoru twirls the panties around his finger, the fabric wrapping around it like a ribbon. The man grows bored, forgetting what he’s in there for in the first place, lips puckered in thought. He spins them in circles, whistling to himself as he leans against the shelf before pausing abruptly. He blinks. An idea pops in his head. He stares at the strawberry-pattern, eyes traveling from the little bow to the sheer white stain. Once again, he looks around the laundry room, ensuring he’s still alone, before slowly bringing the pair close to his face, his twitching nose almost grazing the soft fabric. With caution, he takes a deep sniff, his eyes fluttering shut as he inhales the scent, a throaty moan escaping his lips.

Oh. Yeah. That’s the stuff.

He takes another inhale, face buried in the fabric. He lets out a low, guttural groan, cock throbbing in his pants instantaneously, an immediate reaction, his entire body tensing as the aroma overwhelms him. He goes for another whiff, and then another, his nose pressed firmly against the thin cloth, his breathing growing ragged, becoming intoxicated on you.

Satoru hears the vacuum shut off in the distance and his eyes shoot open, face flushed with arousal and adrenaline. He pulls the panties away from his face with a shaky hand, eyes dilated and hazy with uncontrollable desire. Quickly clutching his treasure close to his chest right over where his heart is thumping loudly against his ribs as if trying to hide them from view — he waits, frozen in place, before he hears it rumbling to life again. A sigh of relief leaves his lips.

He looks down at them again, his gaze lingering on the wet spots before he brings them to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the discharge off the fabric. His eyes roll back into his head, a loud pornographic moan escaping his lips as the taste explodes on his tongue. He starts licking faster like it’s his favorite popsicle, practically shoving the whole thing into his mouth to get every drop of your dried juices off it.

“Mmm...”, Satoru whines. “O-oh no... This is...” A shaky breath. “— really bad...” He pants, whispering to himself in a strained voice.

Satoru’s grip on the panties tightens possessively. His breath quickens, cock twitching in his pants the more he breathes in your scent. Those blue eyes are half-lidded, dark and clouded with something primal — a hunger he only gets with you. He pulls the little number out of his mouth, his breathing heavy, a thin strand of saliva connecting them to his lips. He wants nothing more than to taste more of you directly from the source.

A hand flies to his crotch, and he rubs, his cock straining against his grey sweatpants, leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. The taste of you is driving him insane, and he reminisces on the numerous times he’s buried his face between your legs and ate you out like a man starved, wishing so badly he could do it right now.

Satoru’s muffled sounds grow louder, but it is nothing in comparison to the noisy vacuum in the background — his hand moving frantically against his clothed cock. He’s in a complete daze. He wants more, so much more. He wants to feel your warm cunt wrapped around his cock, squeezing him tightly. Wants to hear your cries and screams of pleasure, and most of all — to see your face twisted in ecstasy as he makes you cum over and over again like the mess you are beneath him when he takes you every night.

With that, your husband rips your panties out of his mouth, drool running down his chin, quickly freeing his massive cock, pre weeping from the tip in globs. He takes the measly cloth, wrapping it around his shaft, using it like a makeshift fleshlight. He starts stroking himself, grunting and groaning loudly as he fucks your underwear. His breathing grows heavier, cheeks pink, eyes glassy, his balls tightening up, ready to explode at any moment.

Satoru’s strokes become faster and faster, his hips bucking wildly as he thrusts into your panties like a madman. The small room fills with the lewd schlicking of his cock and his guttural, borderline filthy sounds. Standing there, he imagines how it would feel to have your hot, tight cunt clenching around his cock instead of this flimsy piece of fabric. Your husband could just go over to where you were now, to the real thing, and bend you over and fuck the attitude and temper out of you. He grits his teeth, practicing self control.

Suddenly, your voice rings out, calling for him over the loud vibrations of the machine. He stills, a pounding in his ears as he holds his breath before he starts stroking himself again at a pace. He could get caught, but that knowledge only serves in making the whole situation hotter, his hand moving even faster as he tries to stifle his grunts. The sound of your voice fuels him, and he can feel himself getting closer to the edge, the thrill of you walking in sending a shiver down his spine and straight to his cock, the massive thing twitching and bobbing in his hold.

Another “Satoru!”, and he leaks.

“A-ah! I’m coming, fuck!” 

And just like he said he would, Satoru cums, his cock erupting like a geyser, thick ropes of hot, sticky seed shooting out of him. He shudders violently, the orgasm hitting him hard, mind going completely blank from the sheer intensity of it all. The only thing on his mind is you. Your husband whimpers loudly, your name tumbling heedlessly out of his lips over and over again like a prayer, giving more energy into the hand working his cock than any chore he’s ever done in his life.

“Oh god… oh god!”

“What?!”, you yell back to him in confusion, blissfully unaware as your voice drowns out into background noise.

Satoru continues to ejaculate, coating your underwear in a thick layer of his white fluid. He keeps thrusting into the makeshift fleshlight, milking himself dry, his entire body trembling. He moans your name again, his cock twitching violently as he pumps more and more out and the fabric soaks it up greedily just like your cunt would, legs going weak and numb from right under him due to the sheer intensity of his orgasm. Meanwhile, you continue to vacuum in the living room, none the wiser.

His movements eventually come to a full stop, sighing in satisfaction with a hoot, staring at your now messy pair of panties. The idiot admires his handiwork with a perverted sense of pride, a wide goofy grin on his face, wiping his slicked cock with them, smearing more of his mess onto it as he shivers at the oversensitivity.

You shout again over the vacuum from the other room, causing him to yelp in surprise. “Putting the clothes in the washing machine should not take that long!” He quickly scrambles to clean himself up, making himself presentable by adjusting his pants, hiding your soiled panties beneath the other clothes before he makes his way to you.

Satoru strolls back into the living room, whistling in satisfaction to himself, hands in the pockets of his sweats, trying to act casual and pretend like he wasn’t just doing the nastiest thing imaginable in the laundry room with your underwear. You stop vacuuming and turn to him, throwing him a scathing look.

He gives you a disarming smile, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck, giving you a kiss, trying to defuse your fuse with affection and his classic charm. You brush him off, vexed. “What the hell was taking you so long?!” He opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him. “Never mind.” You groan, “Just... go throw out the trash.” You pause. “Please?”, you add to sweeten the deal.

Satoru winces slightly at first, but then he internally groans. Taking out the trash is one of the most boring chores he has to do. Then you just had to tack on the ‘please’ and his resolve crumbles instantly. Damn it, how could he say no when you asked him so nicely? He sighs dramatically, trying to act put-out by the request.

“Ugh, fineee.” He whines.

You glare.

He quickly shuts up, sensing your growing irritation. He knows better than to push your buttons right now, especially when you are already pissed at him. So, he begrudgingly lifts up the trash bag, trying his best to show off his beefy biceps as he does this, and heads for the door, muttering under his breath about how much of a hassle taking out the trash is.

Right before he makes his exit, Satoru glances behind him one last time, only to see you staring intently . . . at his muscles. Your eyes flit up to his rather quickly and suspiciously, noticing the pause in his movements. “What?”

He smirks, smug in a way that screams Satoru.

“There’s no need to be shy.” He starts smoothly and you quirk a brow, pursing your lips. “You can look. It’s okay to want all of this, babe.” The bastard flirts with a wink.

Satoru flexes his biceps and his back as casually as he can one last time for good measure, grunting and groaning excessively as he does so, and those gorgeous eyes of yours roll in exasperation, but he can still pick up on the small telltale hint of a smile gracing your lips.

There it is.

That smile.

You love it, you love him. No matter how much you play hard to get even though you’re already stuck with him forever, there was a reason why you still chose him out of all the men in the world (and it totally has everything to do with how amazing and handsome he is).

“Just go, you big idiot.”, you speak in finality, your tone conveying what your words fail to express, eyes shimmering with an unspoken emotion. But he knows what it is, and he knows you know it too.

Satoru salutes, body tall and rigid, one hand holding the heavy black trash bag while the other comes to rest just at his forehead. His cute brows scrunch together in playful seriousness, eyes full of respect, unwavering like his devotion towards you. In that instant, the world seems to pause, the gesture being both simple and profound, a silent vow from him to you. It spoke volumes even after all the hassle of today, and you need not ever say more.

“Yes, ma’am!”

He would follow you to the ends of the world.

a while later . . .

Walking into the laundry room, you go to check to see if the wash cycle is complete so you can transfer the wet clothes into the dryer — only to find out he didn’t even start it or anything! With loud stomps, you storm out of the room, making your way down the hall, basket in hand, up to where he’s lounging on the sofa, playing Candy Crush on his phone without a care in the world — but the sweetness of the previous moment would soon dissipate.

“Satoru! You didn’t even put the laundry in the machine!”

Shit.

The culprit jolts in his seat on the couch, looking up from his phone to see you standing there with the laundry basket in your hands, looking like you’re about to explode with anger. He immediately feels a pang of guilt, and a little apologetic, but mostly — fear.

How did he forget to put the laundry in? He quickly pockets his phone and tries to play it cool.

“O-oh, I, uh, must have forgotten. My bad sweetie...” he titters.

“Forgotten?”, you repeat in disbelief and he blinks dumbly. “It was the only thing I asked you to do in there!”

You slam the basket down on the coffee table, making him jump. His eyes widen as you surf through the clothes to separate the clothing into two piles, and in a moment of revelation, Satoru suddenly remembers the little surprise he left in there — and he freezes.

He can only watch on in horror as you begin to touch and examine each and every article of clothing with a keen eye, his heart rate spiking. It is inevitable. You are going to stumble upon the mess he made earlier; the cum-soaked, used panties that he left in the dirty laundry with the rest of the clothes — and you were going to chew him up and spit him out before evidently, killing him.

Fuck.

He tries to speak up, to stop you from continuing, but his throat feels dry and his tongue feels heavy in his mouth. All he can do is sit there frozen, face pale and sweat starting to bead on his forehead as you get closer and closer to finding out.

You huff. “Why do you always act like everything is so difficult? All you have to do is —” You pause, and Satoru’s heart sinks to his stomach.

“What is that?”, you pronounce your words slowly, voice low and full of suspicion, hands getting wet with something sticky and white.

Your husband can feel his soul leave his body as soon as you pull out that cute number which is very obviously drenched (he has a big load). The poor man swallows hard, perspiration pouring down the side of his temple, palms growing clammy.

This is it. This is the end. This was how the Strongest would die — at the hands of his wife.

You look down at the soiled fabric in disgust, grossed out by the tacky mess on your hands. Knowing the type of person your husband is (a pervert), it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the so-called ‘mysterious fluid’ is.

Satoru sits there, looking like he’s about to pass out, cheeks now pink and sockets round in utter embarrassment, the picture perfect definition of someone who has been caught. A pair of cerulean eyes dart around the room, desperately searching for an escape route while another, sharp and terrifying, latch onto his form — and he knows no amount of sweet talking will be able to get him out of this one.

He is absolutely screwed.

prt one

pornstar!satoru who pays for a month of your onlyfans—for research purposes. he needs to find out who this boyfriend of yours is, and figure out a way to get rid of him.

pornstar!satoru who knew it was a long shot, that you might not even show him on your page at all. and of course he got distracted a few times whilst scrolling through your posts, dick rock solid and at attention with each new angle of you of his screen.

pornstar!satoru who, when he finds the more homemade stuff, he’s pathetically jealous of the man that frequents your bed so often. how big his hands look as they lay lovingly over your skin, how in love you look as you suck his cock, how well his tip hits your g-spot over and over and—of course he fucking knows him. a video of you on your back piques his attention, your man in between your legs and lapping at your needy pussy like he’s starved. satoru knows that long hair, that cheeky sexdrunk smile that pulls at his lips while he eats you out, he knows those purple fucking eyes that turn to glance at the camera.

of course it’s pornstar!suguru.

pornstar!satoru who suddenly has his cock out, languid strokes of his fist over his length is nothing to the memories of pornstar!suguru's lips wrapped around his length. who is so enthralled by the knowledge that both him and his former co-star have gotten to feel the flutter of your pussy around their cocks.

pornstar!satoru whos fingers are frantic as he searches for more of you together, and ends up spending way too much money on subscriptions just to watch you get fucked stupid on the same cock that he once did for a film a few years back. who wonders if you feel the same stretch with suguru as you did with him. if you were forced to choose, relationships be damned, who you'd say made you cum harder.

pornstar!satoru whos dick gets impossibly harder at the thought of you not choosing at all. who lets himself picture it, you spread out for both him and pornstar!suguru, your eyes wide at the prospect of taking both of them at once. how he'd take your mouth first, how with each thrust of suguru into your pussy would push you forward onto his cock. how he'd kiss your boyfriend breathless while they're both balls-deep inside of you.

pornstar!satoru who strokes himself along to a video of you riding pornstar!suguru. who times his orgasm just right with your shared one, who goes fucking blind for a moment with the way his climax washes over him. your noises, suguru's noises, the imagined smell of sweat in the air. he moans, a dirty mixture of your name and his, something embarrassing and still he remains steadfast in his lust.

pornstar!satoru who, because he respects himself at least a little, gives himself fifteen minutes for post nut clarity to set in. and when it doesn't, he's texting his agent in the dead of night and very firmly requesting to be booked again

with both of you.

pornstar!suguru who, upon having you home from a particularly tiring shoot, is doting on you with heart-shaped pupils. He's got you laying down with him on the couch, big hands working magic on your sore muscles.

pornstar!suguru who doesn't always ask for details about your shoots. he knows it's just work, hell, he's a pornstar himself, he doesn't need the raunchy details of your jobs to keep himself from spiralling. but something about today feels different. today, you seem uncharacteristically fucked out.

pornstar!suguru who is more than surprised when you're still rearing to get fucked silly that night. you groan about your shoot with a new pornstar, and how his touch is still lingering on your mind. and suguru laughs, because jealousy doesn't come easy to him-- if anything, knowing you're still in his bed at the end of the day just gets him even more worked up.

its when pornstar!suguru bottoms out inside of you, that shared gasp of ecstasy leaving both your lips that you mention how he asked you out for drinks after the shoot. you add on, of course, that you turned him down, but the comment still has your boyfriends interest piqued.

pornstar!suguru who, with a kiss to the corner of your lips and a gentle thrust into you, asks who this admirer of yours is. and just as the names about to leave your lips, his phone chimes on the bed with an email.

an offer. a threesome shoot: him, you, and a second male. it's the best paying shoot he's gotten in a long time. he hasnt quite scrolled down to see who the other talent was, so when you snatch his phone, legs still wrapped around his waist, he catches that smile on your lips. he catches the way you clench around him.

"that's him," you speak, such pretty words from your lips as you turn the screen to show him the name and headshot of pornstar!satoru.

and pornstar!suguru's dick gets impossibly harder.

tags: @meowforluv @p1xlesk1nn @ch3rryistheg @miizuzu @okayiamkassandra

(if u asked to be tagged and ur not here i apologise i am just a girl anyways pt 3 will be a full fic thxies)

As if true love doesn't exist

thinking about sneaking around with brother's best friend!satoru who can't wait to fuck you once the both of you are alone.

"as much as i love to hear your voice, pretty girl," he breathes harshly in your ear, hips rutting up and plowing his cock deeper and deeper into your already cum-slobbering pussy. "we don't want your brother hearing us now, do we?"

it had started off with satoru, who had ever so kindly invited himself over to your place again, albeit with his usual arrogance and annoying conceitedness—though if you were the satoru gojo, you'd probably act just as cocky as him. his visits consisted of lazily lounging around on the sofa, watching tv with your brother, and most importantly, teasing you when your brother wasn't around.

"satoru, please," you moan beneath his saliva-coated palm, feeling your eyes roll back with each mind numbing thrust, fucking his dick into you to the hilt. "please, toru, 'm gonna come."

your brother had made it clear to satoru that he did not want him getting too touchy with you, much less near you.

if only he knew just how close the both of you are to each other now.

"hah, i know, can feel you squeezing me— f-fuck, so tightly." satoru's tongue rolls out with a whine, wetting his bottom lip which is creased with teeth marks. he forces you further down, moving his hand, adorning the fingers your pussy eagerly memorized the shapes of, away from your mouth to push your head down against the bathroom counter.

a gasp catches in your throat when satoru begins fucking you with more vigor and zeal, all the while, your walls convulse and pull his lengthy, throbbing cock in yearningly.

"cum for me, baby, please. all f'me. need you to cum."

satoru captures your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss, moaning into your mouth as he finally feels you gushing around him, causing him to spurt his sticky load into you with a lewd squelch of his hips. he strokes your tongue with his own, gooily swirling it around before pulling away with a satisfied pant, pushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

"one more round before your brother comes home?"

virgin!satoru whimpers when you sink down on his cock for the first time.

his lengthy cock is just so sensitive, used to the feeling of his own hand wrapped around it. however, it does not live up to the feeling of your convulsing walls that are generously squeezing oh so deliciously around him. your slick, puffy folds meet his base as he bottoms out inside you and he can barely stop himself from cumming.

i mean, can you really blame him?

satoru's hips jerk up, head falling back, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. he grabs at your hips—desperately so—and kneads at the pliant skin, trying to find anything to ground himself from the euphoric bliss your cunt was giving him.

his fat tip's pushing against the gummy spot inside you, nudging your cervix with a needy twitch. you grind your hips down agonizingly slowly, pressing a hand down against his abdomen to keep him still.

he whines in response and fuck does he sound pretty when he does.

"puh—lease..." satoru begs, his neck craning to try kiss your glossy, spit-covered lips.

"poor s'toru... do you need me that bad?" you purr, dragging a tongue across his bottom lip, continuing to teasingly roll your hips before raising them up just enough for his cock to almost slip out. almost.

you sink back down on him, taking in his cunt drunk expression, repeating the same motion over and over and over until you're bouncing up and down on his dick. you can feel each individual vein on it, especially the one on the underside of his cock which throbs every time you clench.

satoru tries really hard to keep himself from moving, he really does, but he can't take how good your weeping pussy feels around him.

he plants his feet on the bed and eagerly thrusts up into you, using his grip on your hips to guide your movements on top of him. his tongue lolls out and he sits up a bit to suck on one of your nipples, bringing a hand up to fondle your other tit as you ride him. the sounds are absolutely filthy.

plap plap plap!

your ass smacks against satoru's heavy, aching balls with each sloppy thrust of his hips meeting yours.

even as satoru empties ropes and ropes of cum inside of you, your walls quivering in tandem with his relentless, unapologetic thrusts, you only find yourself on your back as he fucks you deep into the mattress, showing no signs of stopping.

After care with Gojo𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊⊹

Satoru drags his lips lazily onto your jawline his big strong hands still keeping your wrist pinned above your head. "you did so good for me.." he whispers, into your ear. His lips staring to lazily kiss the side of your neck. His cock still being inside of you as the mixture of both of your orgsams mixed together leaking out of you. Your legs still being pressed up against your chest.

He continues his lazy kisses, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck. He leans up pulling your arms down back to your side gently, knowing they're probably numb and sore. He removes his hands from your wrist, before pulling out of you watching your mixture of bliss spill out of you. Making his dick twitch at the sight. But he knows far too well that if you went another round you'd probably pass out on him.

His hand gently comes up to your cheek gently tapping it, making your eyes peer up at him lazily getting out of your trance. He softly smiles down at you slowly putting your legs down your feet meeting the soft sheets, your legs shaking still as your feet hit the soft sheets. Whining brining your arm up to cover your face.

Satoru softly chuckles as he gently caresses your knee with the back side of his hand "c'mon pretty girl lets get you cleaned up," he says his voice comforting. As he scoops you up bridal style carrying you to the bathroom to clean the both of you up.

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊⊹

-- A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit !! sorry for any spelling errors :3

gojo satoru would be such a pouty, jealous, and petty husband, especially when the two of you have a child.

what do you mean he has to watch you effortlessly lift your giggling baby girl into the air with your arms reaching out, and listen to her delighted squeals as you catch her and tickle her tiny belly? why haven't you ever done that to him? he's sulking, arms folded over his chest and eyes narrowed as if he does not realize the absurdity of his complaint; who's going to be able to lift up a huge man at the ridiculous height of six foot three?

what do you mean he has to watch you both come home from the mall, a shopping bag in your hand as you reveal a matching set of pajamas? his jaw drops, eyes widening in disbelief as you and your daughter emerge from the bedroom adorned in identical hello kitty pajamas, faces covered in masks and cucumber slices perched on your eyes. he slumps further into the couch as you two pose for selfies, looking absolutely adorable together. truth is, he loved hello kitty as much as his child did, he just . . . might have never had the courage to voice it out!

what do you mean he had to return home after a tedious fight, only to find you and your daughter cutely nestled on the couch, watching a movie together while cuddling?! he also wanted to watch boss baby :(

you quietly open the door to your shared bedroom and tiptoe inside, hoping not to wake satoru. to your surprise, you notice he was still awake, lying on the bed with his arms defiantly crossed over the blanket. his lips are jutted out in a pout, blue eyes narrowed as they glare at you.

“well? are you going to read me my bedtime story?”

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🎧SATORU!GOJO protective

a/n: fluff content, got bored. and for some reason this has been sitting in my drafts for a month.

summary: your co-worker is harassing you, and when gojo finds out, he’s not very pleased.

word count: 1.15k

“Satoru!” You knew he wasn’t really listening after the first couple of words that’d come out of your mouth, pressed firmly in between your lips; slipping out.

you’d mentioned a co-worker. In which, the co-worker had made you a bit, uncomfortable. You’d come home from work, and found yourself heading over to your boyfriends office at his work.

Gojo had a nice black tux, while his shirt was also tucked into his pants a bit, and the button up had just a few of them ripped from the side.

With is beautiful hair to conclude, he was writing a report about some of the exchanges that were misplaced during the last batch of boxes.

Your boyfriend would be fired, if he wasn’t the boss.. and owner of the estate.

His reasoning for buying the expensive million-dollar penthouse-apartment; in which he made his office, was because he simply grew bored and he liked the color.

anyhow, you had waltzed in, saying hello to a couple workers at his marketplace, and passing through towards the receptionist; who immediately recognized you.

Hands deep in the computer, she’d seen your small fragile frame, pumping tears from sides of your eye lids, and doiling them away.

Almost instantly, you’d recieved a tissue, and concealed a good amount of the tears that wanted to escape; and now here you where, in his office, rubbing your precious head in between the crook of his neck.

You sat on his lap, while your legs spread open; allowing his waist to sit in between your thighs.

“Let me see your face princess.”

But you only discouraged his request, because you were embarrassed. Usually, you’d be the one to be so hard on Gojo, telling him that you don’t need support. You were the one known for wearing the pants in this relationship; considering your boyfriend could be a five year old majority of the time.

But when he was serious, then that meant things just were simply serious. It wasn’t rare for him to be that way, but it definitely was not common.

You’d come in, watching his face whisk away from his large laptop, and change his expressions, from: focused, bored to: happy, confused.

somehow in ten seconds, you’d been coo’d into his touch, while telling him about the co-worker, and what’d happened at work.

Now, if this was simply because of just the co-worker, you wouldn’t be as upset as you were. It actually really because of what he’d said, more so the aftermath.

“he said that I was a no good nothing, and power-hungry slut.” You began, “because I’m dating a powerful man, that could do so much better; he’d gladly get rid of me.”

before you could continue, to the part that reallt upset you, your boyfriend’s jaw clenched, teething at you.

“and then he told my boss that I’d been harassing him all year round, but had been paid to stay quiet. So I got fired!”

that was enough to make Gojo’s hands ball up in anger. Of course though, he’d play mellow with you, so he didn’t upset you.

“I’ll take care of it.” Moving you from your seating on top of him, with a smile, he continued. “Stay in my office princess.”

“satoru, I don’t want you to do anything. I mean it.” swallowing your upsetting news, you stalled.

“I’m not going to do anything.” The smile he gave almost temped you to believe those words; caressing your round cheek, that exfoliated to the touch of his cold hands.

“Satoru.” you hushed, both hands now on you, on arm wrapped nicely around the band of your hips; almost challenging you to keep eye-contact with him.

You felt his eyes roll dramatically; chucking his head back for a second; his neck bare and giving a small hitch of his throat gulping.

“alright, tell you what,” he said, “why don’t we go home princess? I’m bored here anyway.”

The next morning, you’d been awoken by a couple missed calls from your ex-boss, and a few messages that had been disviewed as well.

you rushed the phone, double clicking the missed call button, and calling him back. He didn’t even let the phone ring, picking it up almost immediately.

“if it’s about my things, B/N, please give me the opportunity to go get them—“

“you are not fired.” he spoke, “it was a misunderstanding, really. You should have spoken up when your co-worker been bothering you about your personal relationships, instead of taking the fall.”

you retaliated; you where trying to speak for yourself, but your boss just wouldn’t let you. He’d believed everything that your co-worker had said, without even allowing you to compensate.

“Uhm, that being said, I am deeply sorry for not allowing you to explain your portion of the story.”

By the time the phone call awaited it’s ending, you’d already known what was proposed.

Gojo, never listening, must’ve taken care of it.

Part of you secretly praised and accommodated that; considering you’d never admit to the seek of needing help. But, you still felt a little gush in your stomach, turning to the thought of the co-worker, and what he said.

was it true?

“Y/N, baby.” You heard from the door-frame; instantly collecting your attention, and depriving it from previous thought. “I know what you’re thinking.”

Gojo walked over to you, while your smile seemed to drag from lip to lip, in a sort of apologetic form. But he only took you by your chin; his hand gripping tightly, and lifting you to see eye-to-eye with him.

“you do everything on your own, yu’r my independent pretty girl.” his words oozed out like marshmallow, dripping from its chocolate sandwiched s’mores.

“but, I’m going to help you, because I love you.”

You folded. couldn’t help but admire him taking charge of something you new you couldn’t carry alone. glad he knew you so well, you pecked him softly. “Thank you satoru.”

your hands rushed to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck in pleasure; taking him into you. He chuckled, his hands rubbing at your sides, gradually holding you in place.

“anything for my princess.”

The colored version on my Instagram

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Yandere Gojo PT.2

the first part

while drying up u heard foot steps thinking that it was your mom you continued drying yourself 1 2 3 …. after dressing up your realization hit u lived alone

u almost lost your shit , building up some courage u walked out of the bathroom and onto the living room . you were inspecting the couch first then while bending over u felt a cloth wrap around your mouth . as you struggled the hand got tighter and tighter the last words u heard were " i am going to keep you safe "

you wake up in a very very comfy bed u really thought basement gojo aint sangwoo u freak out like where am I , what is the date etc .

after a solid ten minutes u hear the door creaking like someone is opening it u grab the lamp that near the bed and smash it a all your force but there is a hand blocking

with a terrified look u see the man

y/n pov

I was totally terrified at the man's face it was that guy who always came to your shop and asked your favorite dishes

author's pov

the man exclaimed " oh darling , don't try to use my spells against me " " i haven't introduced my self tho my name is gojo satoru "

at that point u striked that he is the famous gojo satoru

gojo then said " oh honey after all this hard work I did to get you " "wont you than me for it "

Yandere Gojo

headcanons / drabble idk what to call it

the part two

u were a pretty boy / girl yes you are studying in college under medical science , had a pretty boyfriend and running a bakery. lately you were getting vey strange messages and letters .

It was a normal day you were running a bakery it was at the last store end at the street , rarely any customer come to the store but there was this guy with white hair , wearing a eyepatch and a mask, he was regular customer .

he came into the store wearing the same outfit , greeted u with a "hello beautiful , how are you doin' " you greeted back with a " good morning Mr. no face " "what do you want to order " the guy answered " oh darling u know what i want " he wants you gurl he then proceeds to laugh {a creepy one } .

It was the mochi with vanilla icing on top with some chocolate Crips with matcha coting on top with mango with chocolate filing . your favorite , u some time creeped out by him because he orders were always so specific and detailed with your favorite foods

you gave up your thoughts and started packing his mochis . he left after some time of chatting . some customers came took their orders and and left it was pretty late , u checked the time and made your way out to your dorm

yet u were here again with a letter written in blood and a elegant rose . throwing the letter away u decided to take a shower and eat some food

while showering : u get into your shower with on clothes on and u start thinking about the white haired guy and his creepy laugh , after some time u decide to come out of shower and dry yourself . while drying somehow u felt like some one was there in your dorm except you .

a/n : hi birdies i am posting this at a request , part two will be out soon . stay safe stay hydrated .

Lose Yourself(Jujutsu Kaisen squirting headcanons)

warnings: smut, squirting, unprotected sex, bodily fluids, AGED UP CHARACTERS, cunnilingus/fem receiving oral sex, threesome/double penetrations, sex toys word count: 3.1k pairings: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader, Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader, Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader, AGEDUP!Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!reader, Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader and AGEDUP!Yuji Itadori/Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader a/n: Here it is! Another post from the poll I posted a while back! Hope you all enjoy! Smut under the cut as per usual!

Gojo loves going down on you. He’ll gladly just stay between your thighs for hours if you’d even let him. He loves all the little noises you make, and he will tease you about it too.

As for squirting, that man made you squirt the first time you were intimate. He was so good at figuring out what you liked best for pleasure, and his fingers and tongue worked you expertly to your orgasm.

Gojo isn’t satisfied one bit if you haven’t squirted at least once during an intimate session. He will work so hard to get you to make such a mess all over the bed and himself. Gojo actually drinks your fluids too, making sure to have his face close to where that sweetness comes out.

He smirks at your fucked out expression. Nothing brings Satoru more satisfaction than to have you like this on his bed. His sheets are soaked completely. His face is dripping from that last orgasm you had. He wipes his face on the back of his hand, looking down at your body. Your plump lips are parted as you gasp for air and pant to catch your breath.

“My, my…” Satoru muses as his fingers trail down your thighs. You shudder as you feel his thumb on your poor abused clit.

“P-please, ‘toru.” You hiccup. “P-please, no more.”

He pouts, “Awwh, but baby, please can’t I have a little more?”

You feel like he is basically mocking you at this point, but you aren’t sure you even have the energy to chastise him. You know once Satoru gets in his mood, he won’t stop. You whine as you feel him beginning to rub your swollen clit, making you writhe on the bed.

“See? Doesn’t that feel so good?”

Your eyes roll back as soon as he leans back down to suck on your clit. You feel his fingers prodding your dripping hole, and you aren’t sure how much more of this you can take. Satoru’s cock is just throbbing at the sight of you. He can’t believe just how good all of this is.

“Pretty girl,” he praises as he slurps on your clit. “My pretty girl gonna cum for me, right?”

“Hnng, ‘toru! Dunno if I can again…”

He chuckles softly, “I know you can.”

His fingers begin curling against the spongy sweet spot inside of you, making your thighs start shaking. Your breath is coming out in small little pants between your whining and whimpering. There’s the unmistakable sound of your pussy squelching from the sweet, sweet stimulation your man is giving you. It fills the room along with the cute little noises you're making from being so overstimulated.

“Make a mess for me, baby.” Gojo coaxes. “Come on,”

It doesn’t take much more for you to let go. Your juices begin gushing everywhere just like before, and you’re soaking everything. Satoru wishes he could have caught this orgasm on camera from how beautiful it looked from his perspective. He slows down his ministrations as you begin coming down from your high.

“Good girl,"

Geto will definitely use toys on you to get you to squirt. He loves tying you up or handcuffing you to the bed so that you’ll be helpless to the intense vibrator pressed right up against your clit. He enjoys watching you squirm from all the pleasure.

He loves going down on you as well. You can even expect him to do this for you so you sleep better at night. It’s just something that Suguru enjoys doing with you, and he enjoys it even more if the two of you decide to do 69.

Suguru will make you squirt with ease, just like Gojo. It doesn’t take long for him to have your whole body mapped up perfectly. All your erogenous zones are remembered and every single little move he’s made that has made you moan, he never forgets it.

Suguru loves having you all bound like this. You can’t move at all, and he has plans for tonight. You’ve been such a good girl this week, he knows he needs to reward you with something good. He’ll spend all night pleasuring you like this if that’s what it takes. You squirm under him, and he watches as your cheeks heat up from just being bound to the bed.

“There,” he says as checks to make sure the last handcuff is well placed. “Now you’re going to be a good girl,”

You nod your head, your brain almost already mush just from just being handcuffed. Every time he shows his dominance this way, you just crumble underneath his touch. Suguru reaches over for the bedside table drawer and he takes out a bottle of lube and your favorite wand vibrator. Your eyes widen when you see it and Geto chuckles softly.

“Awh, my pretty girl is excited. Good, because you’re going to be an absolute mess by the time I’m done with you.”

With one hand, he spreads some of the lube all over your vulva. You squirm when his fingers linger on your clit, making it throb with a little bit of attention. Then he spreads your folds and slips two of his fingers deep into your pussy. You whine at the sudden intrusion.

“You’re going to take every second of this, you got it?” Geto asks, looking deep into your lust filled eyes. “ You remember the safe word, yeah?”

“R-ramen,” you tell him, letting him know you remember the safe word established.

And with that, he presses the wand vibrator against your swollen clit. He doesn’t pull his fingers out either, which only doubles your pleasure. He furrows his brows as he watches you writhe and squirm on the bed. There’s the sounds of your pussy squelching along with the steady hum of the vibrator. And the metal clinks of the handcuffs as you move around aren’t drowned out just yet.

“You gotta make a mess, baby. Or else, you’ll stay handcuffed all night.”

You feel the vibrations so deep inside of you. Your clit throbs with every passing second of this sweet torture. As your thighs begin shaking, Suguru knows you’re getting closer and closer. Soon, your eyes roll back and you’re begging and pleading for him not to stop. And once you reach that peak, Geto knows he won’t be pulling away anytime soon.

Clear fluid splashes everything in sight, especially the wand vibrator and Geto’s hand. He watches with amusement as you try so hard to push the vibrator away, but he won’t do that. You’ll have to either endure or say the safe word for him to do that.

“What a messy kitten,”

Toji is just obsessed with fucking you stupid. He’ll fuck you every moment he gets to be alone with you. And most of the time, him pounding you into the mattress ends up with you squirting all over him and his thick cock. 

He’s also big on pushing you back so your pussy is exposed to him and just lapping at you until you’re crying and pushing him away. With your legs over his shoulders and his face just buried between your thighs, Toji is quite content with this.

He’s not opposed to using toys, but he knows he’s more than capable of just making you make a mess with his tongue, fingers and cock alone. He’s all about just fucking you until it keeps happening over and over and over again.

“That’s it,” Toji praises in a raspy voice. “Keep cumming for me, babygirl.”

You can barely keep your eyes open. You’re on your back, having cum for the umpteenth time today. Toji had been gone for some time, so you knew that when he returned home, you’d be in for a whole day of just fucking and cuddling and kissing. And you had thought you were going to be prepared for that. But you couldn’t be any more wrong.

You cling to Toji as best as you can, and he pumps into you a little harder and faster. He enjoys watching as your tits jiggle and he loves having this power over you. Your cunt is just sucking him in deeper, despite your little protestations that you’ve had enough.

“Well, how come your cunt is clamping around me so tight, then?” he questions you, his tone teasing.

“D-dunno, daddy. Just can’t take it anymore.”

He laughs before he presses you further into the mattress. His lips meet yours in a very sensual kiss. He wants you to make another mess. He wants the sheets below you to be completely soaked in your juices. He wants to feel all your juices on his cock and balls. Toji knows that these are the moments he misses the most whenever he can’t be home with you.

“I think you can take more.”

You feel your walls beginning to spasm around him. Toji laughs at your reaction to your orgasm building so deep inside of you. He lets his fingers reach between the both of you, and he’s rubbing your poor swollen clit. You whine and hiss at the stimulation, your cunt gripping him even tighter.

“Your cunt is betraying you, babygirl. I know you want it, you just don’t know how to beg for it,”

His words are barely making sense anymore, but you’re understanding the gist of it. It only takes a few more thrusts before stars dance in your vision. Your whole body burns as you quake and shudder. Your juices are soaking him once more, and you can hear him grunting at the sensation of being milked.

“Such a good little pussy.”

Megumi can be so sweet with you. Whenever he’s in the mood, he is so sensual and he likes to take his time teasing you and making you feel so good. This usually ends with him between your thighs for so long, just making you cum over and over.

But whenever he’s in a bad mood, he likes to tease you. He’ll get a little more rough, pounding you into the mattress and commanding you not to cum until he is ready for you to cum. This often leads to you being edged a lot until you gush all over him.

Megumi finds himself so turned on when you soak his sheets. He’ll literally do his best to try and keep some of your scent on his sheets, even after he washes them. If he even gets one whiff of your pussy, he’s rock hard.

“Take it,” Megumi grunts as he pumps his cock into your dripping hole. “Fucking take it,”

You’ve been whining so loudly, trying to say how you can’t take anymore of his cock. But he knows you’re just being a little brat. Megumi had one of the worst days of his week so far, and he needs this release so badly. His cock has been aching all day from the lack of stimulation. He wasn’t able to see you until tonight and it was driving him insane.

“I waited all day for this, baby.” Megumi groans against your chapped lips. He kisses you so hungrily. “Now, you better take more of my cock.”

His fingers are intertwined with yours as he pounds into you. Your cunt just squeezes him so damn tight, it makes him so hard. It’s difficult for him not to blow his load right now, but he’s just wanting you to make such a big mess for him. He needs to see you squirt all over him right now.

“‘Can’t do it, ‘gumi. S’too much,” you slur as your nails dig into the meat of his arms. “Can’t take it.”

“Poor baby, can’t take my cock anymore, huh?”

His tone has turned into a teasing one. He watches your reaction to his words. You pout and he leans in to nip at your protruding bottom lip. This makes you yelp in surprise and your walls clench around him. A few more thrusts, and he can feel your orgasm coming. Your walls keep clenching around him and your thighs are shaking.

“Let go for me,”

You cry out as the pleasure hits you hard. Your juices begin gushing everywhere and your cunt drives his cock out. He grasps it, and begins smacking it against your clit. You whine his name at the sudden added stimulation, and you gush out some more juices.

“That’s my pretty girl.”

Nanami is a big fan of going down on you whenever he can. He loves looking up at you from between your thighs and letting you mess up his hair by tugging on it gently. He enjoys the sounds you make and your personal flavor.

The man will literally start rutting against the mattress when he eats you out. It’s just all so pleasurable for him. He easily gets lost in pleasuring you. It helps him be able to shut out his thoughts and ease his stress after a long day of work.

Another one of his favorite things to do is have you sitting on his lap, legs spread and two of his fingers shoved into your cunt. Even if you make a big mess on his nice suit, he doesn’t care. He wants you to cum so hard that you’ll make a mess.

“Baby,” Nanami whispers in your ear. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You let out another little whine, the pleasure getting to you. You’ve been on his lap for a little while now, and he’s been pumping his fingers into you. He keeps you resting on his chest, and presses kisses on your neck. From time to time, you jolt from the feeling of him biting down and leaving marks on you. You feel your thighs trembling.

“Are you going to make a mess for me?”

Your mouth feels so dry from everything, “y-yes, daddy.”

You know better than to say no. You’re so obedient when it comes to Nanami. He’s always been so good to you. Ever since you started dating, he’s known how to push your buttons in just the right way. He knows every move to make that leaves you reeling from such amazing pleasure. And when he came home today, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“You’re just dribbling all over my fingers, honey.” He presses another kiss to your neck. “Did you miss daddy all day?”

You nod, “Y-yeah, ‘missed you so much.”

Nanami chuckles, “That’s what I like to hear.”

You’re trying to stay focused on what he’s saying, but it’s so damn hard when his fingers keep curling against your sweet spot in the best way possible. You let out another pitiful moan and Nanami smirks. He knows you’re so damn close and you’re about to make such a mess.

“Come on, honey. Daddy wants you to make a mess,”

A few swipes of his thumb on your clit and you’re a goner. The dam breaks and you squirt all over his fingers and his lap. His suit is completely drenched in your juices. The way you keep squirming and shaking, it’s just perfect. He wishes he could have this moment completely seared into his mind.

These two usually have a hard time working together, but when it comes to fucking you and driving you crazy with pleasure, they love to work in tandem. Yuji usually hates when Sukuna butts in, but he knows it drives you crazy when they work together to give you so much crazy.

Yuji is sweeter, more romantic and softer with you. Which makes the contrast with rougher and sloppier Sukuna so much better. The two of them working you towards your orgasm makes you squirt so easily.

The two of them love having you make a huge mess on the bed. Nothing is off the table with the three of you either. Toys, double penetration, tongues that turn into cocks, cocks that turn into tongues…it’s all on the table.

“Hey, you still with me, baby?” Yuji asks, tapping your cheek. Your eyes are basically closed at this point, but you nod and there’s a blissful smile on your face.

“She’s fine, brat. Let’s just keep fucking her!” Sukuna lets out, and you whine his name. He chuckles darkly, and Yuji smirks at you. He knows you’ll say the safe word if you need to. 

Yuji just can’t help but worry about you sometimes. Sukuna can be so rough. Especially when they are both so deep inside of you, fucking you until you’re basically passing out on the bed. But you look so blissed out right now. It doesn’t seem like you’re not liking this one bit. In fact, it’s the complete opposite. 

“You’re such a good girl,” Yuji praises you. You feel Sukuna’s tongue manifesting on Yuji’s pelvis and it begins slurping at the swollen little nub.

You cry out at the intense pleasure. You’re more than beyond overstimulated right now, but you’d never ask them to stop. It’s not often that all three of you get this time alone. Usually Yuji has to be away for work, which means you get left alone at the apartment. You missed them both terribly whenever that happened, and though you swore you’d never fall for Sukuna, you’ve grown so soft for him. And him, he’s grown soft for you too.

“That’s it, princess. Come on, cum for us.” His words are a little slurred from the pleasure and from him sucking on your clit.

You feel all this intense pleasure building as they keep ramming against your sweet spot. To have both their cocks so deep inside of you and Sukuna’s tongue on your clit, you swear you’ll go insane this time when you cum. It won’t be long now, as you feel your whole body quaking from all of this.

“Yuji…Sukuna…” you try to warn them, but only pathetic little moans fall from your lips.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for us.” Yuji coaxes and you hear Sukuna’s voice right along with his.

Stars dance in your vision and you cling to them. You’re panting and whining like a little bitch in heat. And as soon as the coil in your stomach snaps, you’re screaming and crying out. Your juices are just gushing all over them, soaking them in your essence. You shake as the pleasure comes on like fire spreading all over your body.

Yuji is the first to praise you, and he kisses you so sweetly. You hear Sukuna’s voice mixing in as well, praising you for being so good for them and taking their cocks so well. But now you’ll just have to endure until they both cum.

“What a perfect little cumslut for us…”

long night

< In the middle of a New Year's party, Gojo drags you into another room to get some last minute lovin' to ring in the New Year. >

tags: gojo x reader, fem!reader, oneshot, smut, sub!gojo, intox, semi-public, dubcon

warnings: petnames, alcohol consumption

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this is so late it's way past new years but shhh

Period.

A/N: I get terrible periods and period cramps, so I get it. Periods are the worst I hope that apple was fucking good Eve.

I'll write a Pt. 2 involving the students

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Nanami, Toji.

CW: Period mentions, not proof/beta read, Suggestive in Toji's.

𝑭𝖔𝖝𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖕𝖓𝖌™

So I posted a few days ago about making a platonic yandere Gojo x reader story. However I am unsure which one I should do sooo

The fic is going to be dark. If it has romantic undertones I do apologize for I can't figure out if I write something like that accidentally.

Also I fully believe that platonic yanderes are scarier than romantic yanderes.

Poly!Satosugu with a partner who’s a Maid of Honour/Best Man in a wedding

I’ll be a bridesmaid in my aunts wedding, and I’m very excited for it. I’m also like a half-Maid of Honour because I’m helping with the planning and such lol, so I’m making this :3

Satoru is SO excited. He can and he WILL threaten people to watch you in the wedding. He has no qualms spending hundreds of thousands of yen to made you look absolutely beautiful.

You can be a guy who wants to wear a dress, or a girl who wants to wear a tux, or all of the above. Satoru will NOT care.

Satoru Gojo can and WILL make whatever dreams you have come true, he doesn’t give a shit if it’s not your wedding, he’ll make sure you stand out in the BEST way possible.

Suguru on the other hand, spends 99% of his time up until whatever wedding you’re apart of holding Satoru back.

“If the couple doesn’t want to invite us, they’re not going to invite us. You are not threatening anybody.”

“But-“ 🥺

“No ‘but’s, Satoru”

“☹️”

Suguru does happen to love watching you try out dresses or tuxes, he won’t say anything unless you don’t feel confident. But in his head, he thinks you’re the most majestic thing to ever live.

The both of them may just sneak out of the reception an hour early just to take you somewhere quiet and silent to take their turns dancing with you beneath the moonlight.

They’re both a bit unique, sure, but they’re lovely to be with.

You may or may not see them holding hands out of the corner of your eye as you walk down the aisle and give an encouraging grin to the groom.

posting this early for mr anon in my ask box

imagining cuddling and napping with Poly!SatoSugu

These two men are both clearly very strong, stronger than your average Jujutsu Sorcerer, but they’re also both so incredibly… stupid.

They’re very attached to each other and you, which is why, when cuddling them, you’re simply suffocating between them.

When it’s a particularly stressful day, or night, for any of you, you’re always squished between the two of them. And I mean squished.

They’re both fond of cuddling if everyone is able to be held, so you’re in the middle while the two men squeeze against you in order to hold one another as well.

If you happen to fall asleep, they loosen their grip. After all, they don’t want to hurt you by squeezing you too hard while you’re asleep.

Now, if they both fall asleep, you may hear them talk in their sleep, Satoru more than Suguru. You’ll hear Satoru say so many things, talking about mochi, different types of cake, etc.

You’ve also heard Satoru mutter something along the lines of ‘domain expansion’ before continuing to snore. You and Suguru are so incredibly lucky he hasn’t accidentally set off Infinite Void in his sleep, both in the middle of the night and while napping.

Suguru’s sleep-talk is much cuter. He says different nicknames that he has for you and Satoru, and you haven’t heard much else.

But either way, you’re pretty positive that they both dream about your little throuple constantly.

GOJO AND FACESITTING PLEASE 🙏🙏

ⵌ — bring it over here .ᐟ

˖ ࣪ ٬ satoru gojo x reader

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contents Ⳋ facesitting, dirty talk, gojo is so tantalizing, praise, sub!reader , dom!gojo, he’s a lil full of himself (but who wouldn’t be), premature ejaculation

a/n : back on my writing grind :3 thankx for requesting this liv, wanted to write for gojo for some time now !!! i love him RAHHH i need him so bad, not proof read cus im lazy

word count: 1.1k

“don’t you jus’ love being mine?”

you and your boyfriend gojo were relaxing on your shared bed; propped up against the headboard and engaging in random conversation. the tv was buzzing in the background, the faint illumination of it being the only source of light. you deadpan at his comment. “huh?” you smirk slightly, looking over at him, “what d’you mean?”

“oh, y’know,” he starts, leaning his head against yours and squeezing you close against his side with a small ‘oomf’ at the sudden impact from you, “not everyone gets a taste of the strongest. it comes with some perks! i mean, wouldn’t you agree?” he nudges you, playfulness evident in his features.

you decide to endulge in his banter, and you turn so you’re able to look at him properly. “yeah? what ‘perks’ are you referring to?” you ask with air quotations, and a mischievous glint sparks in his blue irises. “for starters,” he maneuvers you so he can sit behind you, his hands sprawling on your stomach as he inhales your sweet scent, “protection, for one.”

“i know everyone’s always after me, but they’ll never dare to touch you. they know what will happen either way.” he says with a nonchalant shrug and you snicker. “i suppose you’re right about that,” you nudge, “what else?”

he smiles, moving his head down to nip at the skin of your neck. “well, there’s the matter of pleasure,” he emphasizes, and you tilt your head with a playful roll of your eyes to give him more access to your neck. you can’t deny it, though; there’s no doubt that he makes you feel the best you’ve ever had, both intimately and domestically.

“sounds appealing,” you joke, and nip the plush of your bottom lip at the feeling of his lips traveling along the sensitive area. he chuckles, and you can feel it rumble deep within his chest from behind you. he bites down on your shoulder playfully. “oh, but you haven’t even heard the best part yet,” he pulled you close so your back his flush against his and you feel him smirk against your skin.

“the best part of being mine is i love spoiling you.” you let out a small laugh; it’s true, he really did spoil you. you sigh, leaning your head against his cheek. “yeah, trust me i know. i think you spoil me a little too much.”

he moves his hands to rest on your waist and he squeezes. “too much? nah, no such thing of too much when it comes t’you, sweetheart.” he nuzzles his face into your neck. “i like takin’ care of you, y’deserve it.” you sigh, slumping against him with a soft smile. “you’re cute, but it only makes me want to repay you.”

he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your middle as he firmly holds you. “there’s no need. seein’ you happy and taken care of is my repayment.” his voice is laced with genuine affection; you know he means it.

“but . . . if you insist on repaying me, i can think of somethin’ you can do for me.”

and that’s how you ended up hovering over his face hesitantly, your hands gripping onto the headboard as his hands rested on your thighs. you’re dripping; your essence dropping onto his lips which only makes him more impatient. “cmon, baby. sit that pretty lil’ pussy on me. gonna make you feel good, promise. you wanted to repay me, right? sit.”

you swallow thickly, looking down at him hesitantly. “but— what if i hurt you? like, what if you can’t breathe?” he laughs at your nervousness and pats your leg in reassurance. “trust me, sweet girl. you’re not gonna hurt me, ‘nd i’ll breathe. you can do it, cmon.”

you sigh, reluctantly sitting on his face. you don’t sit all the way; but that’s not enough. he pulls your thighs and makes you sit fully and he wastes no time digging in to his favorite meal — you.

his tongue dives deep into your slit, his nose rubbing against your clit with fervor. you let out a sharp moan at the sudden pleasure and your hands grip impossibly tight around the headboard. “oh— oh fuck, ‘toru,” you cry, one of your hands flying down to grip at his hair.

he groans as pries his eyes open to look up at you with half-lidded eyes, humming the occasional ‘mhm’ against your folds; the vibrations going straight to your core.

your lips are parted with each gasp and you look down at him with the flushed embarrassment on your face. you feel him smirk against you — dick.

“y’feelin’ good, baby? i am, y’taste so good, so sweet.” you whine and your fingers tangle in his white locs. “yeahh, grip my hair, baby. fuck back on my tongue, cmon.” he pats your ass encouragingly and your hips begin to rock against his lips.

he welcomes it, the lewd squelch of your juices only serves as a further reminder of how good you feel. you feel fucked dumb already — the slurping sounds the only thing keeping you grounded. he moans himself, his hips shifting slightly to make himself more comfortable with the twitching boner in his boxers.

you can feel your orgasm building up within you, your hips stuttering. he reaches his hands up to wrap around the underside of your thighs and rocks you for you, the stimulation being too much. “toru,” you whimper, “‘s too much, ‘m gonna cum.”

he smiles against you and flicks his tongue over your pearl. “yeah? i got you, baby. cum all over this tongue, ‘s gonna feel so good,” he encourages, and it works.

your orgasm hits you without warning, and you go quiet for a moment in a silent scream as you finally let out a loud moan, your legs shaking beside either side of his head as your back arches and you try to sit up from his mouth. he shakes his head, prolonging your release as long as he can, drinking every splash of essence that leaked out of you.

he finally releases his grip on your thighs and you hover over him with gasps and pants. “such a good girl,” he compliments, “felt good, huh? i told you. you were so sweet, angel.” he smiles up at you. you swing your leg back over him so now you’re laying on your back next to him as you caught your breath and he turns to wrap an arm around your waist. you notice that he’s a little breathless himself.

“did so good,” he kisses your temple, and you melt into him. you blink open your eyes. “what about you, toru?” you ask, and he smiles. “don’t worry about that,” he waves off, and you sit up to glance down at his boxers. you take note with wide eyes at the wet patch on it tinged with white. you look over at him, eyeing the lazy smirk on his lips.

“heh, told you it’d repay me.”

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GOJO AND FACESITTING PLEASE 🙏🙏

ⵌ — bring it over here .ᐟ

˖ ࣪ ٬ satoru gojo x reader

<16 & ageless blogs dni

contents Ⳋ facesitting, dirty talk, gojo is so tantalizing, praise, sub!reader , dom!gojo, he’s a lil full of himself (but who wouldn’t be), premature ejaculation

a/n : back on my writing grind :3 thankx for requesting this liv, wanted to write for gojo for some time now !!! i love him RAHHH i need him so bad, not proof read cus im lazy

word count: 1.1k

“don’t you jus’ love being mine?”

you and your boyfriend gojo were relaxing on your shared bed; propped up against the headboard and engaging in random conversation. the tv was buzzing in the background, the faint illumination of it being the only source of light. you deadpan at his comment. “huh?” you smirk slightly, looking over at him, “what d’you mean?”

“oh, y’know,” he starts, leaning his head against yours and squeezing you close against his side with a small ‘oomf’ at the sudden impact from you, “not everyone gets a taste of the strongest. it comes with some perks! i mean, wouldn’t you agree?” he nudges you, playfulness evident in his features.

you decide to endulge in his banter, and you turn so you’re able to look at him properly. “yeah? what ‘perks’ are you referring to?” you ask with air quotations, and a mischievous glint sparks in his blue irises. “for starters,” he maneuvers you so he can sit behind you, his hands sprawling on your stomach as he inhales your sweet scent, “protection, for one.”

“i know everyone’s always after me, but they’ll never dare to touch you. they know what will happen either way.” he says with a nonchalant shrug and you snicker. “i suppose you’re right about that,” you nudge, “what else?”

he smiles, moving his head down to nip at the skin of your neck. “well, there’s the matter of pleasure,” he emphasizes, and you tilt your head with a playful roll of your eyes to give him more access to your neck. you can’t deny it, though; there’s no doubt that he makes you feel the best you’ve ever had, both intimately and domestically.

“sounds appealing,” you joke, and nip the plush of your bottom lip at the feeling of his lips traveling along the sensitive area. he chuckles, and you can feel it rumble deep within his chest from behind you. he bites down on your shoulder playfully. “oh, but you haven’t even heard the best part yet,” he pulled you close so your back his flush against his and you feel him smirk against your skin.

“the best part of being mine is i love spoiling you.” you let out a small laugh; it’s true, he really did spoil you. you sigh, leaning your head against his cheek. “yeah, trust me i know. i think you spoil me a little too much.”

he moves his hands to rest on your waist and he squeezes. “too much? nah, no such thing of too much when it comes t’you, sweetheart.” he nuzzles his face into your neck. “i like takin’ care of you, y’deserve it.” you sigh, slumping against him with a soft smile. “you’re cute, but it only makes me want to repay you.”

he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your middle as he firmly holds you. “there’s no need. seein’ you happy and taken care of is my repayment.” his voice is laced with genuine affection; you know he means it.

“but . . . if you insist on repaying me, i can think of somethin’ you can do for me.”

and that’s how you ended up hovering over his face hesitantly, your hands gripping onto the headboard as his hands rested on your thighs. you’re dripping; your essence dropping onto his lips which only makes him more impatient. “cmon, baby. sit that pretty lil’ pussy on me. gonna make you feel good, promise. you wanted to repay me, right? sit.”

you swallow thickly, looking down at him hesitantly. “but— what if i hurt you? like, what if you can’t breathe?” he laughs at your nervousness and pats your leg in reassurance. “trust me, sweet girl. you’re not gonna hurt me, ‘nd i’ll breathe. you can do it, cmon.”

you sigh, reluctantly sitting on his face. you don’t sit all the way; but that’s not enough. he pulls your thighs and makes you sit fully and he wastes no time digging in to his favorite meal — you.

his tongue dives deep into your slit, his nose rubbing against your clit with fervor. you let out a sharp moan at the sudden pleasure and your hands grip impossibly tight around the headboard. “oh— oh fuck, ‘toru,” you cry, one of your hands flying down to grip at his hair.

he groans as pries his eyes open to look up at you with half-lidded eyes, humming the occasional ‘mhm’ against your folds; the vibrations going straight to your core.

your lips are parted with each gasp and you look down at him with the flushed embarrassment on your face. you feel him smirk against you — dick.

“y’feelin’ good, baby? i am, y’taste so good, so sweet.” you whine and your fingers tangle in his white locs. “yeahh, grip my hair, baby. fuck back on my tongue, cmon.” he pats your ass encouragingly and your hips begin to rock against his lips.

he welcomes it, the lewd squelch of your juices only serves as a further reminder of how good you feel. you feel fucked dumb already — the slurping sounds the only thing keeping you grounded. he moans himself, his hips shifting slightly to make himself more comfortable with the twitching boner in his boxers.

you can feel your orgasm building up within you, your hips stuttering. he reaches his hands up to wrap around the underside of your thighs and rocks you for you, the stimulation being too much. “toru,” you whimper, “‘s too much, ‘m gonna cum.”

he smiles against you and flicks his tongue over your pearl. “yeah? i got you, baby. cum all over this tongue, ‘s gonna feel so good,” he encourages, and it works.

your orgasm hits you without warning, and you go quiet for a moment in a silent scream as you finally let out a loud moan, your legs shaking beside either side of his head as your back arches and you try to sit up from his mouth. he shakes his head, prolonging your release as long as he can, drinking every splash of essence that leaked out of you.

he finally releases his grip on your thighs and you hover over him with gasps and pants. “such a good girl,” he compliments, “felt good, huh? i told you. you were so sweet, angel.” he smiles up at you. you swing your leg back over him so now you’re laying on your back next to him as you caught your breath and he turns to wrap an arm around your waist. you notice that he’s a little breathless himself.

“did so good,” he kisses your temple, and you melt into him. you blink open your eyes. “what about you, toru?” you ask, and he smiles. “don’t worry about that,” he waves off, and you sit up to glance down at his boxers. you take note with wide eyes at the wet patch on it tinged with white. you look over at him, eyeing the lazy smirk on his lips.

“heh, told you it’d repay me.”

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names they call you in bed

˖ ࣪ ִֶָ nanami - toji - sukuna - choso - gojo - shoko (separate)

contents Ⳋ multi x f!reader, smut, petnames, spanking (toji), spitting (sukuna), praise (nanami, shoko, choso), degradation (sukuna), daddy kink (toji), size kink (nanami), oral (gojo, shoko), just straight nasttyyy

a/n :: this one’s been sitting in the drafts lol, i felt things writing this

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N. KENTO — SWEETHEART

nanami is always so sweet with you. when he comes home from work, all he wants is to lay down with you, relax, and bury his fat cock into you.

“ken—“ you cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as he kisses all over your face as he sinks his dick inch-by-inch into your sopping pussy.

“i knoww, sweetheart, i got you,” he cooes, his large palm caressing your cheek as he thumbs away the tears. “‘s too big, it won’t fit—!” you gasp, and he chuckles, shaking his head. “mm, it’ll fit, honey. it always does, hm? you always take me so well..” he whispers, his hot breath against the shell of your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

he leans up and looks down at where you two were almost fully connected, and he brings his thumb to your swollen pearl, rubbing circles on it to ease you. “there you go, sweetheart. you got it, hm? let me take care of you now.”

once he fully bottoms out, he gives you time to adjust before bucking into you at a slow pace, your gummy walls clamping down around his girth. nanami is such a gentle man when it comes to you.

Z. TOJI — MAMA

toji always fucks you like it’s the last time he ever will. he has your face buried into the pillows while his hips piston into you, pathetic mewls leaving your lips.

he stills, watching you fuck yourself on his cock as he lets out a guttural groan. “yeaah, back that ass up n’me mama, shiiit,”

he stares at the fat of your ass ripple with each bounce with half-lidded eyes, his jaw slack. “you like fuckin’ yerself on daddy’s cock, hm? pussy’s s’greedy,”

“daddy—“ you babble, your head craning to the best of its ability to look back at him, your nails digging into the soft sheets below you.

“hm? what’s it, mama?” he tilts his head cockily, his hands reaching down to grab your hips and continues to thrust into you. “ah— ‘m gonna cum, toj, please—“

he smiles down at you and nods. “yeah? gonna make a mess on this dick? cmon, do it,” he slaps your ass encouragingly, watching the red handprint form.

R. SUKUNA — SLUT

“you’re lucky i didn’t ravish you in front of all those fuckin’ servants,” he seethed, having you in a mating press as he slams his pelvis to yours in an incredible pace.

“ah! ah! kuna, ‘m sorry, please slow down—!” you cry, but to no avail. he grabs your face to look at his as he speaks. “no. you wanted to act like a slut? now you’re gonna be treated as a slut, so take this dick.”

you moan out, your legs propped up over his shoulders as he fisted the sheets below you. his lips were slightly parted as he watched your tears flow down your cheeks, a sadistic smile lacing his face.

“open your mouth,” he commands, and you dumbly nod, parting your lips. in a quick motion, he spits down on your tongue, and you blink quickly in response. “swallow it.”

you obey, swallowing it and then opening your mouth to show him. he pats your cheek condescendingly. “now you wanna listen? damn, you really are a slut.”

K. CHOSO — BABY

“f-fuck— baby, y’gotta loosen up, okay?” he hisses, his cock buried deep in your cunt as you pant. “promise ‘ll make you feel so good, but you gotta relax, can’t move,”

he knows your overwhelmed, he is too — but the way your clamping down on him makes him feel like he could cum on the spot.

he reassures you, his face next to yours as he sweet talks into your ear, and your tense muscles begin to relax a bit. “there you go, good girl,” he shushes.

“cho, please, need you to move,” you whimper, and he nods. “okay, baby, i hear you. gonna take care of you, okay?” he says, earning a quick nod from you in response that makes a soft smile curl up on his lips.

he begins to thrust into you, a moan leaving his lips. “fuck, you feel so good, you’re so good—“ his hands grip your hips, hard enough to leave marks. he can’t help but become pussy drunk, he’s addicted to you.

G. SATORU — PRINCESS

he’s manspread on the couch whilst your on your knees, his head thrown back as your lips wrap and suck on his cock.

you let out whimpers each time his tip prods at the back of your throat, tears welling up in your eyes as you try your best to take him as far as you can. he looks down at you, his eyes lidded as your struggle only turns him on even more.

“you’re fuckin’ dirty,” he lazily smiles, “you like this, huh? you like having your face stuffed with cock, princess?” he cooed, brushing the strands of hair that stuck to your sweaty skin out of your face. you hum in agreement, the vibration shooting up his spine with a groan.

“go on, then. make me cum with that pretty mouth of yours and i’ll reward you.”

I. SHOKO — PRETTY

she hums against your folds, your hand tangled in her brown strands as she presses a kiss to your pearl. “you taste so sweet,” she says half to herself, looking up at you. “you feelin’ good, pretty?” she cocks her head as she makes up for the momentary loss of her tongue with her fingers.

you nod quickly, too stimulated to form any coherent words. she chuckles, enamored with how adorable you were being. “i know you are, pretty girl, pussy’s so wet,”

you go to say something but she shushes you. “shhh, she’s talkin’ to me, pretty, listen to how fuckin’ loud she is,” she scissors her fingers in your cunt, earning a loud squelch. you flush, hiding your face.

“awh, don’t hide from me, pretty. gonna eat this cunt and i wanna see every reaction, okay?”

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