On this page I’d go by 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓎 ℒ𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎 , I’m 18+, and I write about men pounding puhh cos that’s apparently my life purpose ❤️🩹🫰
I mainly write for female readers, because girls deserve to be the main character and that’s what I’ve always been comfortable with.
I don’t write a lot though I only write one shots here and there whenever I’m bored. I mostly use my page to hype other creators and writers up and occasionally provide some of my own sloppy pieces of work.
𝐓ɦ𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌 𝚰 ᥣ𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍ⱺ ω𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾.✦ ݁˖
- JJK character x female reader
- Any characters from other fandoms / animes (please feel free to give any suggestions)
- Fluff🪷
- Angst 🥀
- Smut 🤑
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Currently I’m planning on writing some Fratkuna and PlugChoso one shots but please fellow free to lemme know if there’s anything else you’d like to see 😉.
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There are certain topics and themes I’m not comfortable writing, and I will always prioritise my boundaries.
If something makes me uneasy or goes against my values, I simply won’t write it. No debates, no exceptions.
This is a safe space for creativity, not discomfort.
These things include:
- Smut stuff: piss, scat, feet, beastiality, any kinks that I’m not comfortable with
- Anything too dark: pedophilia, incest, age play etc
- Anything I deem uncomfortable (please feel free to ask me if you’re uncertain)
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I’m writing for fun, not as a chore. So I won’t be super consistent, but I will try my best to post regularly.
I’m still very new to this, so kind support and gentle critique are always appreciated. I genuinely want to improve 🥹
Any suggestions? Drop them! I’ll always consider them and try my best to accommodate what you guys want to see.
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ᘛᰍ𝅄 how 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 and 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 act with a crybaby girlfriend ♡
ᘛ ꒰ satoru gojo and satoshi gojo (separate) x crybaby reader | university au | fluff, crack-ish, 3.2k wc. no real warning, this is pure fluff. art by @/ge2lovu dividers by @uzmacchiato and @pixopix ྀིა
nerdjo and his crybaby girlfriend ♡
You've cried in front of Gojo Satoru exactly eleven times. He keeps count. He'll actually say it out loud, mid-argument, like it's evidence in a trial only he's allowed to preside over — "this makes eleven, for the record" — and somehow that's worse than if he'd just let you have the moment.
Right now is going to be twelve.
"I'm not — I'm not upset," you say, even though your voice cracks on the second word and gives you away completely. "I just think it's a little insane that you got a 98 on a test you didn't study for and you're acting like it's a personal failing."
"It is a personal failing." Satoru doesn't even look up from where he's re-deriving the two points he lost, pen tapping an impatient little rhythm against the desk. His glasses have slid halfway down his nose and he hasn't bothered to push them up, which somehow makes him look more insufferable, not less. "Two points, angel. Two. I know exactly which step I skipped and it's going to bother me until I die."
"You're going to make me die. Of secondhand humiliation. For you."
"Cute of you to worry about my reputation. I don't need the help." He finally glances over, and whatever he sees on your face makes the corner of his mouth twitch — not soft, not yet, more like satisfaction confirming an already-known result. "Oh, don't do that."
"Do what."
"The eyes. You're doing the thing." He sets the pen down with theatrical patience, like you're a mildly interesting variable he's chosen to solve for. "I have never in my life met someone who cries this easily over homework arguments. It's actually kind of a design flaw."
"I'm not crying—" you are, a little, the stupid prickling kind that happens when you're more frustrated than sad and your body doesn't know the difference. You swipe at it fast, annoyed at yourself. "I hate that you keep count."
"I keep count of everything. I have a 4.0 to maintain and apparently also a girlfriend who tears up if I use the word 'technically' in the wrong tone." He says it like a scientist reading off a data point, entirely too pleased with himself, and pushes his chair back to close the distance instead of just talking across the room like a person with object permanence issues. "C'mere."
"No. I'm mad at you."
"You're mad at the concept of me being annoying about a 98, sure. Doesn't mean you don't want a hug." He crouches down in front of your chair anyway, forearms braced on either armrest, effectively caging you in with the sheer, obnoxious confidence of someone who has never once considered that he might be told no and meant it. Up close his eyes are very blue and very smug and it is deeply unfair that you find both of those things attractive. "I'm right, aren't I."
"You're always right, that's your whole thing, it's exhausting."
"It is my whole thing." He reaches up, thumbs the wet line off your cheekbone with a gentleness that doesn't match a single other thing about his personality, and you hate — genuinely, chemically hate — how much that one small contradiction gets you every time. "You cry if I win an argument. You cried when I got us upgraded seats on that flight because the gate agent 'didn't even make me use my full charm.' You cried during that documentary about deep sea fish."
"The fish thing was valid, they live their whole lives in the dark—"
"It was a fish, baby." But he's smiling now, the real one, not the one he performs for the rest of the lecture hall. "Twelve times. You're an easy crier and I'm an insufferable genius and somehow this is the healthiest relationship either of us has ever had."
"That says more about your standards than mine."
"Everything says more about my standards, I have excellent standards, that's how I ended up with you." He kisses your forehead before you can figure out if that was a compliment or an insult, and honestly you've stopped trying to sort those into separate categories where Satoru's concerned; with him they're usually the same thing wearing a different shirt. "You want to know the actual two points I lost? I'll walk you through it. It's genuinely fascinating."
"I do not want a lecture on your test right now."
"You're getting one anyway, you're already crying, might as well cry about integration by parts instead of my ego." He's already standing, already pulling his notebook back toward you both, already narrating before you've agreed to a single word of it — and the worst, most damning part is that you let him, elbow propped against his shoulder, watching him get worked up over a problem he answered correctly, because apparently this is just what loving Gojo Satoru looks like: getting talked at by someone who is never once unsure of himself, and somehow finding it the most steadying thing in your entire week.
"You skipped a substitution step," you point out eventually, squinting at his margin notes. "Right there."
He goes quiet for exactly one second. "...I'm aware."
"You just wanted me to find it myself so you could feel smug about explaining it."
"I contain multitudes." He flips the page like that settles it, entirely unbothered, entirely certain that being caught changes nothing about how correct he is in every category that matters. "Anyway. Thirteen's coming. I can feel it. I'm going to say something devastatingly accurate about your parking technique later and you're going to cry about that too."
"I hate you."
"You really don't," he says, and reaches for your hand without even looking, like it's a formality, like of course it's there — and of course it is.
fratjo and his crybaby girlfriend ♡
The music is still going somewhere downstairs, bass thudding up through the floorboards like a heartbeat that belongs to someone else's house, but up here in Satoshi's room it's just you, him, and the fact that he has not said a single coherent sentence in four minutes.
"You can breathe, you know," you say, sitting cross-legged on his bed while he stands by the door he's just shut, hand still on the knob like he's reconsidering the whole plan. "It's just me."
"I know it's just you." He says it too fast, which is how you know it isn't true — not the just you part, the I know part. Satoshi Gojo, who twenty minutes ago was standing on the kitchen counter doing a keg-stand countdown for a room of forty people, who has thrown three separate house parties this semester and gotten banned from a bar for "excessive charisma" (his words, and somehow the manager's too), currently cannot make eye contact with his own girlfriend in his own bedroom.
"You were fine downstairs," you point out, not unkindly. "You climbed on the counter."
"That's different, that's — everyone down there wants the loud version. That's easy. That's a bit." He finally crosses the room, sits on the very edge of the mattress like he hasn't fully decided he's allowed to, and rubs the back of his neck. "Up here it's just you looking at me and I don't have a — a bit for that. I don't know what to do with my hands."
"You could hold mine."
He looks at your outstretched hand like it might be a trick question, then takes it anyway, and something in his shoulders drops half an inch. "Sorry. You're not — you didn't do anything, I promise, I'm just—"
"Weird when it's quiet. I know." You've had this conversation with him before, in fragments, usually at two in the morning after everyone else has gone home and the house finally goes still enough that the real Satoshi surfaces — soft-spoken, oddly formal, apologizing for things that don't need apologies. It took you a while to understand that the party version of him is the performance and this is the actual boy underneath it, and once you did, you never wanted the performance again. "It's okay. I like this version better anyway."
"You say that, but—" he stops himself, jaw working, and you watch him decide whether to finish the thought.
"But what?"
"But then you cry, and I don't know if it's a good cry or a bad cry, and downstairs I can fix things with, like, a shot and a dumb joke, and up here I just kind of freeze and make it worse." He says it all in a rush, like it's been sitting in him for a while. "You cried on Tuesday because I forgot to text you when I got home and I still don't fully know what to do with that information."
"I cried because I was worried, not because I was mad at you."
"I know that now. In the moment I just saw you crying and my brain went completely white." He laughs, short and a little helpless. "I can talk a stranger into buying a hundred dollars of tequila for a party they weren't even invited to. I cannot handle you getting teary over a missed text. It's genuinely humbling."
"You're doing fine right now."
"I'm doing fine right now because you're not actually upset right now." He squeezes your hand like he's grounding himself with it. "The second the crying starts I turn into a golden retriever that's been left in a thunderstorm. Satoru would probably have some smug little speech ready. I just panic and offer you snacks."
"Satoru counts every time I cry like it's a scoreboard, it's honestly worse."
"See, that's so him. He'd rather be right than useful." Satoshi finally cracks a real smile, the one that doesn't show up much outside this room, easy and a little crooked and entirely unguarded. "I'd rather just — I don't know. Sit here. Hold your hand until it passes. I'm not gonna have some genius thing to say about it."
"You don't need a genius thing to say. You could just say that."
"...Yeah?" He looks almost surprised, like it's news to him that showing up quietly counts for something. "Okay. Noted. For future crying. Just — sit and hold hands, no snacks required unless requested."
"Snacks are always welcome, for the record."
"Right, duly noted, I'll workshop a snack protocol." The noise downstairs swells for a second — someone's turned the bass up, someone's shouting his name from the stairwell, Toshi, bro, get down here — and he glances toward the door like a switch is about to flip back on, the loud version gearing up to clock back in. But he doesn't move yet. He stays sitting on the edge of his bed, thumb tracing slow over your knuckles, in absolutely no hurry to go be a menace to forty strangers when he could just stay here a little longer, quiet, uncertain, entirely yours.
"You don't have to go back down," you say.
"I know." He says it like it surprises him too. "I kind of don't want to."
Downstairs, someone starts chanting his name. Up here, he doesn't let go of your hand.
my gorgeous goddess semiu would LOVEEE body worshipping her beautiful girlfriend, especially in front of mirrors!! she'd finger you slowly with one hand and use the other to grip your jaw, forcing your eyes to fixate on your nude reflection and coo, "my baby is so pretty, isn't she?"
mdni.
semiu would be so be into mirror sex!! sat against the headboard of her bed with your bare back flush against her chest (she's still fully clothed while you're nude), her legs forcing yours to stay open, strong enough to keep them wrenched apart when they start shaking.
she would start from your tits, torturing your nipples until they're all flushed and sensitive, until your pussy is leaking sap even though she hasn't even touched you yet. kissing your neck, those spots that make you gasp and squirm.
it's all because when she actually does touch you when you need her most, you cum almost instantly. so pent up and needy, the first few rolls of her fingers over your clit are enough to make you shatter. but oh, you thought she was done? no, absolutely not. her pretty girl was so good and patient, waiting so obediently to be touched. so now she is going to touch you properly. your sensitive hole has drooled so much that she meets no resistance when slipping two fingers it, practically scooping up your slick and bring it to your mouth. you're just adorable when your tongue lolls out to lap at your own essence.
once she's properly coated in your spit she finally goes back to your clit, building up another orgasm, gentler this time. it's after the third orgasm that she really starts getting mean, heels pressing into your inner thighs while her fingers plunge in n' out of your messy cunt, your squirt pooling on her sheets, now turned three shades darker. and she makes you watch every moment of you turning into a dumb little doll for her, free hand gripping your jaw tight enough to squish your cheeks together, spit trickling down your puckered lips. you stopped formulating actual sentences long ago, your whines and sobs the only thing leaving your throat while she talks your through it the whole time.
drunk!gojo who cannot keep a single thought to himself once he’s tipsy.
you know he’s drunk because he’s unusually quiet. you’re walking home together, his hand lazily intertwined with yours, his sunglasses hanging crooked from the collar of his shirt even though it’s midnight.
“i’m gonna propose to you at the top of that hill by the ocean.” he says it casually, out of nowhere.
you blink. “…what?”
he looks at you completely seriously. “the one in kamakura. the one with the little wooden railing and the view of the water.”
you stare. “satoru.”
“i already planned it.”
“you planned it?”
“yeah.” he nods like this is obvious information. “i’m gonna wear the black suit you like. not the blue one, you said the black one makes me look ‘annoyingly handsome.’”
your face heats up. “you remember that?”
“course i do.” he squeezes your hand. “and you’re gonna be wearing that little dress you wore on our third date. the one you thought i didn’t notice.”
“you noticed?”
“baby, i notice everything about you.”
you’re officially speechless, but he keeps going. “and i’m gonna get down on one knee when the sun’s setting, because you like sunsets.”
“satoru…”
“and i’m gonna say somethin’ that’s probably corny, and really romantic cause you like that stuff. and i’ll say please.”
you smile, patting his head. “how long have you had this planned?”
“long time, baby. also the ring’s in my sock drawer.”
you freeze. both of you stare at each other.
“…you have the ring already?”
gojo’s eyes widen. a beat passes. “i don’t think i was supposed to say that.”
mdni - your boyfriend Sugu sharing you with Toru <3
You were grinding on your boyfriend Suguru's cock on the couch, sleepy with little whines, having half fallen asleep in his lap during the movie you all had on.
"Mnh, Sugu..." you were gasping out. Too sleepy to realize your roomie and best friend Satoru was right there, blushing.
Oh, Suguru knows- he just didn't care, not when you feel that good. He already knows Satoru wants you, he'd walked by him as he jerked his cock mumbling your name.
You feel too good grinding on him not to grip your ass, moaning in your ear -
"Princess, Toru is right there," you had bit your lip, pretty, fucked out eyes looking right at Satoru Gojo, who was blushing in the dark, the TV light casting shadows on his face.
"Toru," you mumble, rolling your hips again, lashes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry, feels s'good and..."
"It's okay... " he mumbles, his cock leaking sticky precum against his boxers, as he hears the rustle of clothing, the sound of Suguru’s cock rutting your panty-clad pussy, the slight motion of his hips.
Satoru almost cums just from hearing your sleepy little whine, you can see his cock straining underneath his pajama pants, making his gut clench up.
Fuck he wants to feel you - any of you - the amount of times Satoru has listened to you both fuck is obscene.
"Oh," You blush, leaning to whisper in Suguru’s ear. "He is um...he's so..."
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty little thing right here," Sugruru tugs your top down as his breath ghosts your skin, showing one of your cute nipples right for Satoru to see, who bites down on his plump lower lip. "Look at her, isn't she pretty?"
"Very pretty," Satoru's words are strained, adjusting his cock to see your lips part, your eyes darting to that bulge.
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty tits right for him to see," Sugruru sighs, leaning back and tugging your panties aside, eyeing your slick, messy cunt. "Do you like him here, princess? Watching?"
You do - but you're sleepy, embarrassed, so wet and horny it's painful. "Toru do you... does it..."
"I uh.. " he sighs, running a hand over his cock and wincing at how bad it's straining. "I can go take care of this. Or..."
"Or I could?" You peek at Suguru, who had you lifted, his fat cock nudging your slick hole, that piercing catching your twitchy clit. "Mnh! Sugu..."
"You wanna make Toru feel better?"
You nod, blushing then.
"He did have a bad break up."
"Toru!" You pout. "You didn't tell me..."
"Yeah," as if Satoru wasn't picturing you arched in front of him when he hit it from the back. You look all sweet, all concerned, before Suguru glides right in your cunt, and your eyes roll back in your skull, stretching you out without any play you're so wet.
"S-Sugu! Ah!"
Satoru tugs out his cock, thick and veiny, watching that mess of slick drool down his best friend as h e leans back. Satoru can't help but whine out as he stares at you, riding his best friend's cock, his own hand tentatively brushing your cheek, leaning close as his friend pummels your cervix.
"So pretty," he whispers, feeling your blush heat your skin, you lean close, your eyes all sleepy as Satoru strokes his own cock.
"Can I taste you?" He almost cums from that damn question.
"Yes! I mean... yeah..." He eagerly swipes some of his precum, slipping it between your lips as Suguru bottoms out. You suck Satoru's milky cum off his thumb while you whine out, cheeks hollowed.
"Wanna suck his cock, Princess?" Suguru asks, it's hard to speak looking at you like this, when you turn back and he sees his friend's cum on your lips, he can't help but flick his tongue against them, tasting it and moaning, his cock pulsing inside.
"Yes... please..." You cry out when Suguru pulls out with a mess falling, laughing at just how wet you are.
"Then get on your knees for us."
You eagerly obey, knees sinking into the cushions of the couch, mouth open and eager to take Satoru's pink tip, you feel his hands grip your hair tight, hear his gasp. "Oh f-fuck... your mouth is s'good, sweetheart..."
"Isn't it?" Suguru asks, lining his tip back up and filling you, all while you look up at Toru whose glasses are fogging with his breaths, his hands trembling just a bit when they pull too hard, making you whine around his cock, pretty tip soft like velvet on your little tongue.
"M'sorry... too rough I..."
"She loves it," Suguru murmurs, gripping your waist to drag you down his cock, his balls smacking your neglected clit, shoving Satoru's cock so deep you choke around it. "Don't you, baby?"
"Mmm," you pull back with a messy pop, lips coated in spit. "I do."
Satoru thinks he's in love with his best friend's girl once she makes his goddamn cock dissappear - all eight inches, too, nose nestled against the little light smattering of white hair. You're drooling down his heavy balls, tight and ready to pump you full - as him and his best friend take turns fucking your holes, using your body between them faster and faster.
Satoru doesn't make it long, he pulls back and sucks in a breath, but the way your throat is reflexively pulsing while Suguru pounds your messy cunt is too fucking good.
"S-sweetheart... m'close...." He goes to pull back when you grip his thigh, nails pressing into the bare muscle where his pants are shoved down, looking all lovingly and pretty up at him.
"She loves swallowing," Suguru says, all proud of you clearly, his cock slamming inside so deep it kisses your cute lil cervix. His long hair falls against your skin as he hovers over you, fingertips trailing down your spine, while Satoru's whimpering. "Go ahead and show him how good you take it. You're such a good girl like this, isn't she?"
"She i-is," Satoru tries to pull back, worried about hurting your throat with the flood of cum about to pour from his pink tip, but you suck harder, lips wrapping so goddamn pretty, he moans your name, head falling forward, gripping your hair till he's pulling at the strands.
You do love to swallow, and Satoru is salty but somehow there's a little sweetness, it coats your mouth as you gulp, shattering around Suguru's length that's curving just write, piercing dragging on your sweet spot just so, till you're a gushing little mess between them.
Suguru's following Satoru, pumping your cunt so damn full it's already trying to spill out with it, white coating your spread wide lips. He leans back to watch, groaning as he slowly fucks it back into you, and Satoru eases out, cupping your face and damn near collapsing on the couch.
"Feel better about the breakup?" You whisper, he moans and gives you a little nod, leaning down as Suguru pulls you up to your knees, wrapping an arm around your waist, kissing up your neck.
"Much better," Satoru leans forward and kisses himself off you, blushing. "S'that okay?"
"I just swallowed your cum, you can kiss me," Suguru snorts, but you find it adorable when he kisses you again and again, moaning as Suguru's release pours down your inner thighs, and Satoru's fingers slide down, shoving it back on. He's filthy with it as he licks his own cum off your tongue, and Suguru's lips are just a breath away from Gojo's.
"Could we share her, Sugu? Pretty please?"
"We just did-"
"No like... be my girlfriend too?" He's all pouty and cute, but Suguru scowls, tugging you back, just for Satoru to finger more cum in your sore cunt, his cock already throbbing and hard again. "I said please!"
"No!?"
"You never shared when we were kids, you're selfish!"
They bicker as they fuck you again, until you're so full of both their cum in all three holes that you give up and go to sleep.
*****
we already know when I'm horny I write satosugu filth lol
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YOU DIED.
“ah, stupid game!” you huff at the small tv, the brightness of the screen blinding in the otherwise dark room. you get half a mind to knock over the damn thing, but the thought of angering tomura makes it less appealing.
you’re in tomura’s room, sitting on his futon with a questionable posture, definitely too close to the screen. thank goodness it didn’t happen often that he would be out so you could sneak in to play his games, because you definitely could see yourself becoming just like him or spinner.
your finger hovers over the controller button to restart, when the door slams open behind you, making you jolt.
“himiko said you’d be here.”
instead of the owner of the room, touya’s figure looms in the doorway. and he looks like shit.
“yeah, tomura doesn’t let me borrow his stuff, so— what’s up with you? are you injured?” you turn around, eyes trying to assess if he’s hurt anywhere, but you don’t catch anything major. his raven locks are damp and sticking to his forehead, a pink flush covering the visible skin of his face.
he’s shed his coat, oversized white tee clinging to his slim waist like he’d just run a marathon. “not quite, no— i don’t know,” he wobbles forward, and you sprint to your knees in case you have to catch him, but he keeps himself up with a heavy hand pressed to the wall.
“touya, you don’t look good,” you whisper. “do you need me to call kurogi—”
“no!” you wince at his barked protest, your confusion only growing when he slowly sinks to the floor and crawls to you. “sorry, ‘m sorry…” he says with a heavy breath, shaking his head. “can’t let the others see me like this.”
“touya, you have to tell me what happened if you want me to help you,” you watch him get on top of the futon, his movements resembling the ones of a panther stalking its prey. his azure eyes skim over every inch of you, from your puzzled face to your tits in that flimsy little top, soft thighs hugged by shorts that might as well just be underwear.
“you…i know how you can help me, yeah,” he nods, but he doesn’t look like he’s on the same planet as you right now. “y-you have to help me, baby. it hurts…tried to resist while i got back, but now you’re here, and—”
and then he’s on you, tilting your world upside down as your back hits the mattress. the staples in his hands are hot on your skin as he pushes your legs open, inviting himself between them.
usually sex with touya is quiet, slow and hidden in the shadows of the night. you’ve never seen him this hungry, whole body thrumming with the need to be inside you. now.
“i got…hit with something by some fucker, fuck,” his lips are on your neck, teeth grazing your shoulder like he’s threatening to rip the strap of your top. “dunno what it was, ‘s just—”
“it’s okay,” you sigh, arching into his touch like second nature, your fingers finding the dark strands at his nape. “made you a little needy thing, hm? i’ve got you, touya.”
when he exhales it comes out a bit shaky, cheek nuzzled in the valley between your breasts as his hands dip low, fumbling with the buckle of his belt.
you’d heard about it, some weird quirks that could mess with your mind, you should’ve figured there might’ve been someone out there whose power was making other people horny or something— not that you were complaining when it meant you got to have him to yourself like this.
“tomura’s going to kill us if he comes back and sees us like this,” you gasp, teeth sinking down hard on your bottom lip when touya gently bites your nipple through the fabric. “should fuck you in front of him,” he grunts. “you’re the one in his room, basically naked…would have to put on a little show for him, hm?”
“n— that’s not— ah!” touya’s hand unceremoniously moves your shorts and panties to the side, two fingers immediately finding your hole, already drooling all over him. “did that turn you on?” his lips are on your jaw now, his textured, scarred skin grazing yours. “heh, too bad. i’ll burn that kid to ashes before he ever gets to see you like this.”
then he pushes in, long digits invading your insides, stopping right before the stapled edges of knuckles. “t-touya, ngh! you talk an awful lot for someone who needs to be inside me so bad.”
his laugh is raspy, cruel, just like the way he curls within your walls, coaxing out a pathetic moan as he brushes over a soft spot. “who’s the one that got hit with a quirk that sent them into heat again? maybe it’s contagious,” he taunts, taking your other nipple in your mouth and sucking, his saliva seeping through your top.
“nghh, j-just—” your words die on your tongue for two reasons— touya’s kissing you, and his cock is nestled deep in your cunt in one smooth thrust, ever delicious inch stretching you around him. “see why i - hah - had to take my time…? because i can’t go easy on you now.”
and if there’s one thing you know about touya, is that he would never lie to you. the pace he sets is feral, hips snapping against yours so hard the slaps of skin bounce off the walls, heavy balls hit-hit-hitting the plush of your ass.
“o-oh god, t-touya ‘s too—” every prod of his cock punches the air out of your lungs, every kiss of his tip to your cervix driving you further into the mattress as your body involuntarily squirms, overwhelmed.
“where the fuck—” large scarred palms grip your thighs, “—do you think you’re going?” he hauls you back on his shaft, mouth curling upwards into a mean, mean grin when you sob his name loudly.
his teeth marks litter every inch of skin they can reach— your jaw, your throat, your chest, the underside of your tits when he pushes up your top out of the way. he’s getting close really fast, he can feel it, the coil boiling low in his belly, the need to release.
so he lets it go, watches your blissed-out face light up and gasp when his body locks up, heavy cock spilling hot ropes of cum deep, deep inside your velvety walls. when he finally manages to blink away the spots in his vision and pull out, he realizes he shouldn’t have looked.
your pussy, all puffy and glistening, framing the white mess he left between your legs. he shouldn’t have looked, because now he’s hard all over again.
“you think it wore off?” you ask, breathy and dazed, glossy eyes staring up at the dark ceiling, a weak whitish halo coming from the idle game screen. when you don’t hear a word from him, you weakly push yourself up on your elbows. big mistake.
“oh, that was just the warm-up.”
neither of you knows how long it’s been, or how many times either of you has orgasmed by now. the room reeks of sex and cum, the only sounds being your shared bated breaths, and a low, static buzz.
even though you’re still hot and sticky from only moments before, you had the decency to cover up what there was to cover up with tomura’s a blanket. touya, however, lays beside you in all his glory. not exactly spread out, instead curled into your side a bit, trying to properly come down from cloud nine.
“i think it wore off now,” you hear him huff, voice hoarse and more guarded than before. you’re aware he wasn’t in control of himself, not totally, but the fact that he came to you, and let you to hold him when his walls had been forced down…you liked it, maybe a little more than you should’ve. much more than what you should’ve allowed yourself to.
“you think?” you chuckle softly, bumping your shoulder into his. he lets out a breathy laugh, the sound awakening goosebumps along the skin of your arms.
touya breathes in, as if to say something, before his words are cut off by the sound of the door opening.
and this time, it’s actually tomura.
“what…the fuck. are you doing in my room!?”
“showed these four musty walls something they never would’ve have,” touya grins, before the boy stomps out yelling for kurogiri to come clean and bring a fresh set of bedsheets.
┊┊a/n. GAH SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET AROUND THIS BUT YEAH!! mommy found her way back to her one true love (also you genuinely will never catch me calling him dabi...unless it's strictly needed for lore accuracy but that's for a secret project you guys can't know about) + will i ever write fully naked people? i noticed someone's always wearing something i never let them undress...i don't think i'll stop.
smoking with mina’s roommate sero always left you flustered and your head in the clouds. tonight the three of you are sprawled on his bed, the blunt freshly dabbed out and your head in mina’s lap. she smoothes your hair back while sero softly hums with the music.
“how you feeling, pretty girl?” she giggles as you slowly blink up at her.
“hot.” you smile.
“why don’t we all get naked?” sero rolls onto his side to grin at the both of you.
“you’re a freak hanta.” mina shoots him a glare.
“she’s hot, babe.” he laughs.
“don’t ‘babe’ me.” she pushes him onto his back.
“oh no.. i hope no one takes advantage of me while i’m on my back.” he turns his head and looks at the both of you.
“in your dreams.” you roll your eyes.
“wanna know what’s in my dreams?” he rolls back over. “two of you making out sloppy style over my dick.” he gives a lopsided smile.
“hanta!” you gasp.
“you sounding like that when mina slides her fingers into that dripping pussy.” he nods. “god we could get you laid out on your back,” he nods. “mina licking and finger fucking you while i fuck her from the back.” he sweats tighten. “yeaaahhh that’s the shit right there.”
“holy shit sero you’re an actual perv.” mina side eyes him and he catches the way her thighs squish.
“and you’re thinking about it.” he smirks. “so.. have you girls ever kissed?” he wiggles his eyebrows.
“wouldn’t you like to know.” you stick your tongue out at him.
“mm, has mina ever played with your pussy? i ever get you girls so high and you lock yourselves in mina’s room and just.. go crazy?” he’s shameless.
“hanta!” mina hisses.
“what?” he laughs. “i’m just asking.” he lays back on the bed.
“maybe.” you whisper, giggling when mina claps a hand over your mouth.
“i knew it.” he rolls over and rests his head on your thigh. “what about.. mina holding you there while i lick this pretty pussy? hm? would you like that?”
your heart thunders in your chest. “you can say no.” mina tilts your chin back to her.
“i.. yes.” you nod quickly.
“yeah?” mina purrs. “i’m gonna need something to play with while hanta’s eating.” her hands slide to squeeze your covered tits.
you just nod, breathless, happy to let them both undress you and press their hands all over your body. your back hits mina’s chest and when her hands find your tits you feel sero’s breath between your thighs. your head falls back when sero presses a small kiss to your clit, he peppers some down the sides of your slit letting his tongue lick along your warm skin.
sero’s hands snake around your hips and then he sucks your clit into his mouth. you arch against mina’s chest, moan falling from your lips as he flicks his tongue against you. mina rolls your nipples between her fingers, softly pinching as she starts to kiss your neck.
“sero doing a good job already?” you feel her smile against your skin.
“yes! he’s so- ahh!” she pinches down harder. “minaaa!” you roll your hips against sero’s face.
sero is happy to let you grind against his face, licking down and pushing his tongue into your pussy, groaning at the taste of you flooding his mouth. he slowly tongue fucks you, pressing closer and letting his nose ground against your clit. one of your hands fists his hair and pulls him closer, the other gripping onto mina’s hand. she sinks her teeth into your neck and sero chuckles into you with your shutter and the vibrations send you over the edge.
“fuck! i’m- nghh i’m cumming!” you squirm, legs snapping shut around sero’s head as he keeps going.
sero licks you through it, slurping down all your juices before he pulls back with swollen lips. “been keeping this pussy all to yourself, mina?” his eyes narrow at her.
“you’ll see how much harder she cums when i’m in between her thighs.” she grins.
you whine, chest heaving as they start to pull their clothes off. mina arranges you on the pillows and slowly kisses down your body, peppering kisses all over your thighs, giggling when sero yanks her hips into the air. he slides his tip through her folds, groaning at the stickiness before slowly pushing in.
“shit.” his eyes flutter shut.
“can’t handle it?” mina looks back over her shoulder and presses her ass back, sucking him the rest of the way in.
“chill.” sero’s fingers dig into her hips.
“mina!” you gasp as her tongue licks through your slick.
“mmm, sero left you a mess, naughty boy.” she starts fucking herself back onto him agonizingly slow while she sucks your clit into her mouth.
your hands fly to your chest kneading and rolling your nipples when you feel her slide one finger into you. your lips part as she slowly fucks it into you, thighs shaking while she leisurely licks at your clit. sero groans, leaning over her so he can watch her ruin you.
“how’s she feel around your finger?” sero pants.
“like this.” he squeezes around him and he presses his forehead against her back. “sero couldn’t handle you babygirl.” she slides a second finger in. “this pussy’s mine, yeah?”
“yes! nghhhh mina!!” your tummy twists when she starts pounding her fingers into you.
she attaches back to your clit while sero starts humping against her again. he gets a hand underneath her and finds her clit, swirling with precision that makes her moan into you. your toes are curling as she fucks into harder, curling her fingers just how you like. sero’s panting watching the both of you and from the feel of mina squeezing around him.
“shit you two are so hot.” he groans. “fuck babe you feel so good.” he rubs at her clit faster and she squeals into you. “yeah there you go.”
all it takes is a third finger stretching you open and you’re cumming all over her mouth and fingers. she fucks you through each wave only pulling back her mouth when she falls apart around sero, moaning loudly as he keeps circling her clit.
“just.. just a little more ma.” his hips frantically fall into her ass and with a low groan he fills her. the three of you pull apart and collapse onto the bed with heaving chests. “wanna smoke some more?”
ochako studies you as you lean back on the opposite side of the couch, lips pursing as you cuddle into one of katsuki’s shirts. you toss a pillow at her and she catches it with a grin.
“are you sure you really like him?” ochako raises her eyebrows at you. “you can tell me.” she whispers.
“he’s sweet, i swear!” you push her leg with your foot.
“bakugo? sweet?” she giggles. “i’m sure he devours your lips like some ravenous animal.” she rolls her eyes.
“sometimes but.. he really starts with soft pecks you know? cupping my cheeks and..” you trail off feeling heat rush to your face. “he’s sweet.” you huff.
“yeah?” she bites her lip to hide a smile.
“i’ll show you.”
you cross the couch, cupping her cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to the side of her lips, another just under them, and then to the side before pressing your lips softly to hers. your thumbs brush the apples of her cheeks, feeling how warm they are under your touch and then her hands are on your waist. your tongue licks softly along the seam of her lips, humming when she parts them for you.
you lick into her mouth, letting your hands slide up into her hair to hold her closer, her thighs falling open so you can settle more comfortably between them. you kiss down her jaw and make your way to her neck, sucking just under her ear and she lets out a little moan. you chuckle before kissing back up to her lips and then it’s a full makeout.
her hands are pushing your shirt up and she’s swallowing down all of the sounds you make when she squeezes into your warm skin. you’re both too caught up in one another to notice the front door open and close, leaving katsuki to stand frozen watching you both on the couch. he clears his throat and you pull back.
“kats.” you pant. “i was..”
“you were what? tongue fucking cheeks?” he can’t hide the blush that’s creeping up his neck.
“was showing her how you kiss me.” you whisper.
“what else were you gonna show her?” he tilts his head.
“well.. i dunno.. i don’t think i could eat her out as good as you.” you bat your lashes at him and press closer to ochako.
“so what’re you saying baby?” katsuki takes a step closer.
“why don’t you.. show chako how perfect your mouth is?” you turn to look down at her. “if you want.” you tilt your head a little.
“really?” she looks up at you with round eyes.
“mhm!” you smile. “kats is really good at it. bet he’ll make you cum really quick.” you turn to katsuki. “c’mere.”
katsuki is kneeling down before the both of you in seconds, mouth watering at all the possibilities of tonight. you lift off of ochako, placing one last kiss on her lips and turning her so she’s facing katsuki. katsuki rests his hands on her thighs and looks up at her.
“you sure cheeks?” he raises his brows.
“yeah.” she nods.
katsuki pulls ochako’s hips to the edge of the couch, grinning at the squeak that comes from her mouth when he starts to tug down her shorts. he tosses them over his shoulder and spreads her legs even more, licking his lips when you grip one of her thighs to help hold her open.
“couple kisses from my girl got you all wet?” he presses his lips to the side of her calf.
you gasp. “really?” your hand slips between her thighs and katsuki’s pants get tighter watching your fingers slide through her folds. “i did this chako?”
“yes!” she moans.
you pull your fingers away and she blushes watching you slip them into your mouth. “mmm, kats you gotta try.”
he leans forward and licks a long stripe up her center, circling her clit once, twice, before sucking it into his mouth. she bucks forward and you lean over and take her lips, cupping her jaw and swallowing down each sound as katsuki flicks his tongue against her clit. he groans into her, feeling his dick twitch when her hand finds his hair and tugs.
“fuck!” she pulls back. “fuck he’s good.” she tosses her head back.
“can i take off your shirt?” you coo and katsuki’s eyes snap up to the both of you while he’s still suckling on her clit.
she nods and the fabric is gone instantly, her tits spilling out and you're immediately dipping your head down to suck one of her nipples into your mouth. katsuki groans into her, the vibrations sending her eyes rolling back. he licks down to her pussy and pushes his tongue in, slowly starting to fuck it in and out of her.
“i- i’m- nghhh!” her hips rock against katsuki’s face.
you pull off her nipple with a pop and look up at her. “he’s doing so good, huh?”
“fuck i’m gonna cum!” she shutters.
“katsukiii.” you preen. “doing such a good job that chako’s already gonna cum.” you bury your fingers in his hair next to hers and tug. “i wanna cum too.” you almost pout.
he pulls off of ochako instantly and she gasps. “sorry cheeks, my girl needs me.”
“nooo.” you furrow your brows. “why don’t we just.. she can ride your face while i ride you?” your hand slips between ochako’s legs again so you can keep her on edge. “please? an’ i can kiss her again. katsuki please?”
his brain catches up again and he’s standing and tugging off his clothes. he pushes the table back and lays back on the ground so the both of you can do whatever you want. you squeal and jump up, pulling ochako up with you. she sways and then starts taking your clothes off and leaving kisses all over your body. when she kisses your lips, she slips a hand between your thighs, feeling just how wet you are.
“fuck.” he props himself up on his elbows. “c’mon, use me.”
you both pull apart and turn to him, your eyes immediately finding his leaky cock. the two of you sink to your knees next to him and ochako helps you straddle katsuki’s waist, reaching down to line him up with your sopping pussy.
“oi!” katsuki springs up when he feels her hands on him. “shit.” he groans when you sink down and toss your head back, katsuki falling back against the floor as your gummy walls suck him in. “c’mon cheeks.” he pats her waist and she scoots over next to his head.
she straddles his face and he tugs her back down onto his mouth, wasting no time in shoving his tongue in her. you lean forward, hand hand braced on katsuki’s abs and the other on ochako’s waist as you take her lips. you start to ride him, whining into her mouth at the stretch of him and the way it feels to grind against him. ochako rolls her hips on his mouth and you can feel his muscles ripple beneath you.
“i- hah!” ochako pulls back. “i’m- he’s so- fuck! cumming!” she soaks katsuki’s face and his fingers dig into her hips, keeping her firmly planted.
one of her hands kneads into your chest, fingers rolling your nipple while the other slides down and finds your clit. katsuki groans into her when you clench around him, crying out both of their names as you hump against him faster. katsuki sucks her clit into his mouth and she pinches your nipple, moaning loudly as he starts to flick his tongue.
she presses her lips back to yours as the both of you hump and grind against katsuki, getting lost in each other while you use him for pleasure. she’s rubbing your clit faster, panting into your mouth as you stare at her, tummy twisting with pleasure.
“gonna cum.” you whine.
“yeah?” she pinches your clit and you’re done for.
you fall apart around katsuki and feel him fill you a second later, as he groans into ochako she tips over the edge again. the two of you stop moving, panting softly until you remember katsuki underneath you and slowly lift off. he’s panting and staring up at the ceiling, eyes completely glazed over.
“thanks for the ride, bakugo.” ochako pats his chest.
“yeah.” he nods.
“told you he was sweet, chako.” you lean over and kiss her again.
put 'em on a leash >_0 !—r.sukuna (based on this req ty xx).
"sukuna please c'mon it'd be so cute!" you said, dangling a hot pink collar before his eyes, the little bell on the end of it jingling with each movement.
"i'd rather be found dead than have that around my neck."
"oh come on, kuna, you're no fun." you pouted, resting the collar at the edge of your bed before snaking your arms around his neck.
"you'd look so pretty when im tugging on it, think about it." you cooed into his ears, watching the flush creep up his neck and his ears before he cleared his throat.
"not a chance."
"you're thinking about it."
"fine."
—
"fuck—sukuna you’re doing so good.”
you were tugging the hot pink collar, watching it leave behind marks on his pretty neck, while he whined into your thigh, trying to hide his flushed face away from your sight, slowly biting into your thigh before you dragged him back to place.
“well, that wasn’t very nice, was it?”
“wasn’t trying to be.” was all he said before his lips latched onto your clit again, the ridiculous little bell ringing while he spread your thighs open.
“scoundrel.” you said, fisting his hair until he whined into you, his tongue now lapping at your folds, his eyes slowly filling with tears.
“fuck—you’re mean.”
“and you’re way too easy to toy with, baby.” the nickname had him almost whimpering, his knees hurting from kneeling before you like a believer on a goddess’ altar, begging for something, anything.
the ridiculous collar stood out on his neck while he looked up at you like a kicked puppy, giving you all the more reason to continue egging him on—
“well, i thought good dogs do their jobs, yeah?”
“you’re on thin fucking ice, doll.”
“and yet you’re complying.” you sneered at him, looking down at him while he ate you out like a man starved, until slick pooled to his chin, slowly moving his hand to thumb at your clit until your vision went blank.
“nngh—doing s—so good, kuna.”
you fisted your sheets, eventually collapsing on on your back while sukuna climbed over, a visible tent in his pants before he ripped his shirt off.
“well, don’t good dogs get rewarded for their behaviour?”
i um tried to get my writing back sorry if its lowk mid asf
husband!Sukuna is the type to wrap himself around you and big spoon you so tightly at night, that you wake up drenched in sweat, with tingling of pins and needles in your legs compressed between his, and his soft breaths tickling your neck.
husband!Sukuna is the type to actually wake up at 6 am just to feed your clumsy little cat, who somehow prefers him over you (she thinks Sukuna is her big biological cat mother).
husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend to be full when you’re eyeing his food at the restaurant, just to hunt down the fridge later at 3 am and finish all your meal prep for the week.
husband!Sukuna is the type to pick you up by the waist in a large crowd and hold you that way for a few moments, just so you can see what’s happening in the front.
husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend he’s getting annoyed by you tracing his tattoos, but he secretly loves it so much that he finds excuses to want a ‘massage’ just to have your hands on him after a long day at work.
husband!Sukuna is the type to flick your forehead when you’re disturbing his sleep, just to plant a peck on the spot right after you glare at him.
husband!Sukuna is the type to bring home a random assortment of Lush bath bombs ‘for you’, just to find an excuse to use the extra ones himself.
husband!Sukuna is the type to stare at your face, looking up like a little puppy for the entire hour you’re helping him touch up his roots because he loves getting pampered.
husband!Sukuna is the type who walks around at home wearing only boxers, to the point that the neighbour from the opposite building never opens their curtains anymore.
husband!Sukuna is the type to trigger your anger because he knows your weak spots and loves it when you get mad at him (it turns him on)
husband!Sukuna is the type to keep damaging too many locks and door handles around the house because he accidentally uses too much force to open them to impatiently get to you.
husband!Sukuna is the type to try a new recipe he learned and force feed it to you, even if it has terrible seasoning ratios, because he wants your honest feedback (he just wants you to not skip meals)
husband!Sukuna is the type to not want kids, but secretly wants to see your pregnant belly someday after seeing you handle his annoying niece surprisingly well.
husband!Sukuna is the type to lounge around you between his sets at the gym, waiting to slap any creepy man who looks at his wife with bad intentions.
husband!Sukuna is the type to secretly memorize the name of the setting powder you ran out of, just to cluelessly stand in Sephora while the staff insists on helping him (he wants to tell you he found it himself later)
husband!Sukuna is the type to carry you bridal style to your room while you’re passed out from fever medications and stroke your hair with his big hands, accidentally knotting a few strands.
husband!Sukuna is the type to end the evening by laying his big head on your belly, mumbling in his sleep, because he says he loves the warmth but he secretly just loves getting babied by you.
a/n: not proofread!
+1 i unhealthily yearn for a yearner like soft sukuna plssssss lordddddd 😩
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trying to talk to bully!gojo after a few weeks of no contact
cw: threats of assault, angst
he put his books back into his locker lethargically. school had been the most gritty drag that not even a few good grades could help. gojo had stopped looking for you, he knew you wouldn't be looking back. the best thing for him to do was gradutate and then move somewhere far, far away.
"toru?"
gojo doesn't quite register your voice at first. it takes him a second before he turns his head to look down at you, who stands nervously in front of him.
"how, how are you doing? ryo said you hadn't been at toji's parties recently."
"get the fuck away from me."
"wh-, i don't-"
"get the fuck away from me before i slap the shit out of you." he says through gritted teeth. he slams is locker shut and leans down, almost spitting in your face. "don't you hear me? you come near me again and i'll fucking hurt you."
your eyes widen and you stumble back, shocked at the raging being in front of you. you notice the dark circles under his eyes and how messy his hair is, nothing like the perfect guy you once knew.
"you, you don't mean that-"
"well i just fucking said that, didn't i? one more word and your nudes are all over the internet."
your shoulders sink when you realise you won't get through to him, that he's gone too far into whatever mindset he has adopted. you swallow and step back a few steps before turning around, head down to hide the tears in your eyes.
gojo watches as you leave, his hands trembling. he sniffles before walking the other way, avoiding all eye contact and bumping into whoever gets in his way.
by the time he gets to his car, tears are already rushing down his face. why did he have to be such an idiot? he curses himself and his actions until he calms down enough to finally look up to see sukuna. sukuna, talking to some girl in her car. he smiles down at her before leaning down to kiss her, a girl who is definitely not you.
does he even bother to tell you? will you believe him?
⌗ pairing. satoru gojo x fem!reader, no-curses + college au.
⌗ content warnings. perv!jo ; established relationship ; sexual content ; mdni !!
𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎, 𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍 ── 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎
finding Satoru Gojo around campus isn’t exactly difficult.
most people expect to see him with Suguru and Shoko somewhere nearby, maybe even occasionally accompanied by economics major Nanami, whose tolerance for him seems to be wearing thinner by the day.
but on the rare occasions Satoru’s alone, chances are music isn’t far behind. sometimes, that means spotting him perched on the stone steps beside the courtyard fountain, acoustic guitar resting across his lap as deft fingers glide over the strings, idly picking through whatever melody happens to be stuck in his head. other times, he’s in the library, nodding along to whatever playlist is blasting through his headphones while untouched textbooks lie open in front of him, somehow acing every exam despite looking like he’s perpetually on vacation.
so no one bats an eye anymore when they spot him lounging beneath a sprawling oak tree, arms crossed loosely over his broad chest, long legs stretched out across the grass as the breeze toys with his snow-white hair and strips of sunlight dance across his sharp features.
why would they? it’s just Gojo and his signature headphones again—those reliable green ones with the cord disappearing into his pocket, plugged firmly into his white xperia. just another lazy afternoon for the campus golden boy, soaking up the warmth like he has all the time in the world. with his dark sunglasses shielding those crystal blue eyes, he looks less like a student dozing peacefully between classes and more like someone who wandered straight out of a college brochure: effortlessly handsome, impossibly relaxed, the kind of person the admissions office plasters easily across every poster.
a picture-perfect student.
but pouring into his ears isn’t his usual playlist—it’s you. or the video you recorded just for him last night, to be precise. the wet, filthy sounds are unmistakable—obscene squelches of your drenched pussy as you plunge two fingers deep inside yourself, pumping faster, harder, the lewd noises echoing with every thrust.
“Satoru… haa—yes, right there,” you moan on the recording, voice cracking with desperation. the audio captures everything in raw detail: the breathy gasps, the messy glide of your fingers through your soaking folds, the rhythmic schlick-schlick-schlick that grows louder as you chase your release.
a contented hum escapes him as the clip keeps playing, a low thrum of arousal pooling hot in his gut. his cock stirs eagerly against the front of his slacks, but he doesn’t bother hiding the lazy shift of his hips as he settles more comfortably. the smirk on his face deepens, a stark contrast to the peaceful image he’s currently projecting to the world; here he is, in broad daylight on a bustling college campus, secretly listening to his needy girlfriend finger-fucking herself. no one can hear your sloppy rhythm, or your cock-hungry moans, or how you gasp his name as you come; those wired headphones keep his perversion perfectly hidden.
it puts him in the best mood—energized, cocky, ready to crush the rest of the day. it has him buzzing with anticipation, already picturing later when he’ll see you in person. he has something delicious to look forward to: teasing you about the video, making you recreate those sounds live, watching you fall apart under his hands.
he doesn’t move when the audio loops back to the beginning. instead, he just sits there, letting the filtered sunrays warm his pale face as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
a group of guys from his quantum physics class wanders by, lifting a hand the moment they spot him. “Gojo! new playlist?”
if only they fucking knew.
he barely plucks one earbud out, flashing them a grin that doesn’t betray a thing. “yeah… something special. really hits the spot.” his voice is casual, effortless, and they laugh as they continue across the courtyard, none the wiser.
classic Gojo, they think.
back in those headphones, your voice hits that peak again—“Satoru, I’m… hmph, fuck!”—followed by a flood of pure ecstasy as you come hard, fingers burying deeper as your pussy clenches and gushes around them.
Gojo lets out a quiet, satisfied breath as he tips his head farther back against the rough bark, exposing the long column of his throat. his adam’s apple bobs with a slow swallow while the recording starts over once more.
yeah… if only they knew.
1 NEW MESSAGE
baby’s first jjk post. kinda nervous. gulp. hey y’all…
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𝒮atoru begging for a little cockwarming, claiming it’s the only thing that'll help him drift off to sleep…
1.2k words, quick read 𝑓𝑡. byf!toru ( +18 )
Satoru tossed and turned for the fifteenth time in ten minutes. The mattress groaned under him, and honestly, so did you.
"If you don't anchor your ass down in the next two seconds, I’m sleeping on the couch," you muttered into your pillow, your voice thick with sleep and irritated as hell. Your acrylics clicked against your phone screen as you checked the time. 3:42 AM. Fantastic.
Satoru flopped onto his back, sighing like he’d just run a marathon instead of just lying in a climate-controlled room. He rolled over, propping his chin on your shoulder, his hair poking you right in the cheek.
"I can't sleep, babe. It’s a medical emergency at this point," he whined, his voice doing that annoying, high-pitched drag he used whenever he wanted something. "My brain is literally frying. You gotta help me out."
"Go count sheep or something, Satoru. Or better yet, go do some push-ups in the living room till you pass out." You shoved his face away, but he just slid right back, wrapping a heavy arm around your waist and pulling you against him.
"Sheep are boring. Plus, I have a way better solution," he said, a slow, cocky grin spreading across his face even in the dark. He gave your hip a suggestive nudge, flipping effortlessly onto his back and dragging you right along with him until you were sprawled over his chest. "Come on. Just a quick cockwarm. Just climb up and park it so I can drift off. You don't even have to do any work. Just lay on me and look pretty."
You let out a long, exhausted groan, staring down at his stupidly handsome face. "Are you for real right now? It is almost four in the morning and you’re tryna use me like a heated blanket?"
"I mean, you are warm," he teased, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, guiding you up his torso. "And you love me. And I’ll literally buy you those shoes you were barking at on Instagram earlier. The ugly ones with the spikes."
"They are not ugly, they're archive fashion, you uncultured brain," you snapped, though your defense lacked any real venom because, honestly, the shoes were expensive. You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Fine. Whatever. But if you start doing too much and wake me up completely, I’m biting you."
"Deal. You’re the best, seriously, a literal angel," Satoru cheered, already shifting beneath you and tugging his sweatpants down with zero shame.
He didn't waste any time. His hands stayed firmly on your hips, helping you lift yourself just enough to line things up before his fingers hooked into the fabric of your panties, pushing the lace firmly to the side so he could slide smoothly inside you. The sudden fullness made you catch your breath for a second, your hands coming down to rest on his broad chest for balance. You slumped forward, letting your forehead rest right against his shoulder.
"Uuugh, fuck," Satoru muttered, his arms immediately wrapping around your back, locking you against him. He let out a long, shaky breath, all that restless energy he’d been carrying for the last hour suddenly evaporating the second you completely enclosed him. He didn't move, didn't try to lift his hips, he just stayed perfectly still, letting out a deep, contented sigh that vibrated right through your chest. "See? Perfect. I'm already curing my insomnia."
"Mmm.. wrap it up," you mumbled, adjusting your legs so you were comfortably straddling his thighs, completely deadweight on top of him. Your nails lightly scratched at the skin of his chest, mostly just out of habit to keep him settled. "If you start twitching or doing that weird leg-shake thing you do when you dream, I’m getting off."
"I don't twitch," he mumbled, his voice already dropping an octave, thick with growing drowsiness. He tightened his hold around your waist, burying his face in your hair, his breathing already starting to slow down. One of his hands moved in a lazy, comforting circle on your lower back. "You're soft."
"I know that," you replied, closing your eyes and finally feeling the pull of sleep yourself now that he was anchored and quiet. "Don't forget the shoes."
"Mmm. Spiky shoes. Got it," he slurred.
Within five minutes, his breathing completely evened out, turning into heavy, rhythmic thuds beneath you. He was completely dead to the world, holding you secure against him while he snored softly into your neck. You gave a small, half-annoyed huff, melting completely into his chest, and finally fell asleep with his cock buried inside you.
᭡ kali’s notes ⸻ I’ve been thinking about writing about cockwarming for a while now… I’m just experimenting tbh guys, but yeah hope y’all enjoyed it ?? mwahh !
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (MINORS DNI) CLARK KENT is a needy head pusher!
he’s a gentle man, sure… but after three years of dating the kryptonian, you knew that when he knew you could take anything he gave you… he began to push it.
and in this face? pushing your pretty head down on his cock!
clark’s glasses fell on the bridge of his nose as your mouth continued to work on his cock over and over again; bopping your head up and down, swirling your tongue on his tip as your tongue licked the underside of him, both hands on his thighs.
everything about you was melting the poor reporter from the inside out, his eyes rolled back as he runs a hand through his black hair in need.
“god— god, fuck baby.” he moans, bringing his other hand down to the back of your head, fingers going through your hair.
you moan around clark’s cock, spit decorating his seven inches as you squeeze his balls in your right hand, your left remaining on his thick thigh. “you like that, huh?” you question him as you retract your head for a moment, spitting on his tip and licking it before sealing around him again and sucking harder. “like me sucking you off? like your big dick in my mouth?”
he nods his head faster, whimpering as you suck down on him, knees digging into the mattress. gritting his teeth as pleasure seeps into his veins, he presses on the back of your head and without thinking, he shoves your head down.
your nose gets pressed against his v-line as you get a good smell of his happy trail; not bad.
“gosh— baby, oh gosh— so’so good, fuck… so good.” he can only repeat the same words as your mouth brings him closer and closer to his impending orgasm— you can also tell by the way he twitches in your mouth.
his hand keeps you down there, making you gag ‘round him as he twists his fingers in your hair, pulling you back and just as quickly, he pushes your head back down, making the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.
“suck- sucking me so good, jesus, baby…” he whispers with praise, sweat beading down his face and the glasses falling to the mattress as his messy black hair falls on his face when he looks down at you, his cheeks flushed. your eyes meet his, oh he’s gorgeous like this. “ngh! ah! g-gonna cum… oh fuckkkkkk.”
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( THE SENTENCE THAT STARTED IT ALL: “I CAN TOOOOTALLY TAKE YOU IN A FIGHT!” ) : although your boyfriend is one of the strongest sorcerers alive, you’re also a powerful jujutsu sorcerer in your own right. surely you can stand your ground in a fight against them...?!!
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FEATURING: gojo, geto, sukuna
WARNINGS + ADDITIONAL TAGS: NSFW. female reader, dirty talk, playfighting, unprotected sex, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, praise and degradation, size kink
GOJO SATORU ✶ LOCKED DOWN!
“Come on, baby.”
You’ve never seen Gojo act this way.
When you told him to fight you earlier that day, you thought that your silly Satoru would be a sweetheart and let you have your way, as he usually does.
Well... he didn’t.
Not when he’s forcefully keeping you down, locking your hands together behind your back, doing both things so effortlessly while he continues to talk to you in that mocking, mocking tone—
“Come on— I even turned off Infinity for you.”
He chuckles at your panicked silence and you almost whine. His tone is lower than usual, his entire demeanor... meaner.
“Satoru-”
“What’s wrong, baby?” he leans down, brushing his lips against your neck, “Can’t move?”
How can you? The strongest sorcerer of today has got you completely under his mercy, the weight of his big body pushing you down onto your shared bed.
You shiver and unconsciously rub your thighs together, hoping Gojo won’t notice that you’ve been bothering and annoying him all day in hopes of... this.
He studies you in amusement. “Baby, are you even tryin’?”
Without warning, you struggle against his hold, hoping to catch him off guard. At the end of the day, you’re still a powerful jujutsu sorcerer. Satoru might be The Strongest, but you’re definitely not going down without a fight—
Bad move.
Gojo merely laughs and tightens his grip, angling his body closer to place a knee right between your thighs. “That’s a real cute move, baby,” he whispers, his voice rough, “wanna try again?”
“Satoru..”
You don’t even realize that you’ve whimpered his name.
Gojo’s not dumb; he can tell that the mood has shifted... and he’s not surprised, not in the slightest. You’ve been staring at him all day with that expression on your face, eyelashes fluttering prettily and face dusted in a cute blush. Then, just as he’s about to kiss you until you beg him to stop—
You challenge him to a fight.
He immediately knew that you didn’t have ‘sparring’ in mind. No, you weren’t looking to train with him. What you had in mind was a different kind of ‘fight’...
And he’s more than happy to entertain you.
.
“I can’t, Toru, ah-” you jolt when he slams into you rougher, his long fingers holding your head up, “Ah, Toru-!”
“Still think you can take me in a fight, baby?” Gojo coos as he continues to drive into you, reveling in the sinful sounds of his skin slapping against yours, the filthy fluids that sticks to his thighs as it connects to your leaking cunt.
“N-no, mmm, slow down!”
And how can he, when you’re whimpering so pitifully yet arching your back to feel him more, moving backwards to meet his thrusts mid-way?
“Toru, can’t- can’t breathe!”
“Sorry, baby. Cursed energy’s a little out of control,” he chuckles before turning your head his way to place a big, fat kiss on your lips, “I’ll give you mouth-to-mouth instead, how ‘bout that?”
“Toru, oh, I’m gonna break!” you cry out, overstimulated, inching yourself away from him as you feel a familiar knot in your lower stomach.
Gojo just laughs at your attempt of getting away and places his hands on the sides of your hips, puuulllling you closer in one swift motion. When his eyes trail down lower, he’s instantly met with the sight of cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bed— his cum.
He feels his blood rush faster.
“Satoru-!?” you gasp when the lights above you flicker.
When you look up to see your boyfriend, he’s smiling... but it’s slightly off.
“S-Satoru..?”
His gaze travels down to you. Under the complete attention of his Six Eyes, you feel more exposed than ever before. You shift, just slightly, but it was enough for him to grip your wrists and pin them above your head.
“W-wait, let’s talk this out!” Knowing you’ve probably, unknowingly, woken up a side of Satoru you rarely see, you struggle against his hold, to no avail—
He just holds you down, as if your struggles means nothing to him. It was at this moment that you finally realize just how much he’d been going easy on you. All those playfights, those spars, he could’ve easily overpowered you, like this...
Eyes clouded in lust, you struggle again, harder this time.
He just sighs.
“Baby...”
The lamp flickers again. The excitement in his tone betrays the frown on his lips.
“You still wanna fight me?”
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GETO SUGURU ✶ BRAT TAMER
“Hmm? Where did this come from?”
Of course, Geto would be the type to ask questions first and throw hands later.
You shrug. “Humor me, won’t you? Come on, Sugu!”
Geto just tilts his head and looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “I.. I’ll accidentally hurt you.”
Accidentally hurt you? More like he accidentally struck a nerve.
“Hey! Is that your way of saying I’m a weakling?”
But Geto is surprisingly unshakable about this. No amount of pouting makes him change his mind, you’re starting to think that your boyfriend has been hiding his full powers from you.
“Alright, alright. Just say you’re scared, Sugu.” you finally huff, crossing your arms.
His gaze flits to you.
You pause.
“Ha! So you’re scared you’ll lose to me, Sugu?”
He’s still smiling, but it’s different now.
Hook...
“Afraid I’ll whoop your ass and clown you?”
He stands up, making his way towards you.
Line...
“Guess I’ll just go find Gojo.”
Geto seizes your wrist.
“Okay, let’s fight.”
... and sinker.
.
You’ve always thought that Geto was more like the brains of the team, but right now you can’t even touch the man.
“You’re just gonna dodge, Sugu?” you groan in frustration when he moves just an inch beyond your reach, making you grasp at straws for the umpteenth time that day.
“Come on,” you chase after him, grumbling when he effortlessly steps away from your attack, causing you to land head-first onto the ground, “bring out the big guns! The curses! The dragon!”
Before you can get up, though, you feel something hard press against your back.
You gasp in surprise, barely registering the fact that it was your boyfriend’s knee pushing you down before a rope slithers through your hands, binding them together in a tight knot.
“Whoa! What-”
With one fluid motion, Geto has put you on his lap, face down, with your butt facing up—
Smack!
You yelp, feeling a sharp sting on your butt.
“You can’t even land a hit on me, baby. Do you seriously think you stand a chance if I’m actually using my technique?”
His voice is calm, steady—and that’s why it sounds even more mean.
“Wh- why did you-”
Smack!
His hand connects with the same spot and you yelp again, louder this time.
“Talking to me like that, and threatening me?” Geto shakes his head, ignoring your glassy eyes and your shocked face. Instead, he roughly pulls your skirt up, revealing your round butt that are now slightly red from his slaps, and caresses them softly.
“Ouch, untie me, Sugu-”
“What, so you can run to Gojo and ask him to ‘fight’ you?” he cuts you off, before—
Smack!
You arch your back in surprise, trying to worm yourself away from him, but he immediately pulls you back to his lap.
“Was this what you had in mind?” he grips your chin, clicking his tongue when he sees the dazed expression on your face.
Oh, you love it when he’s mean.
“Suguuu... it hurts...” you try not to smile when he’s looking at you like he wants to completely ruin you.
Geto breathes out shakily. He wants to kiss you so desperately, but he holds that desire back. You’ve been such a brat lately, you don’t deserve the carrot just yet.
He palms your breasts, squeezing them through your clothes. You moan under his touch, unconsciously leaning towards him for more.
With one hand still groping you, his other hand travels from your thigh to your butt, making circular motions. You flinch in preparation, making him chuckle.
“Scared, baby?”
That demeaning tone of his just turns you on more. You shake your head no.
Smack! comes the next one, a bit harsher than the ones before, making your eyes water as you cry out—
“No?” he coos, “well, you should be.”
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SUKUNA RYOMEN ✶ C’MON, TRY HARDER
“I’ll spare you the pain and just tell you the results outright: you stand no chance against me, brat.”
You gape, hand still in mid-air, jujutsu mid-conjured in an attempt of launching a sneak attack before your lover extinguished the little bit of pride you had left.
“I— I’ll have you know that I am a Special Grade Sorcerer, thank you very much!” you flick your wrist towards him, powers shooting off from your palms.
Sukuna barely moves, dodging the attack with the grace of a prima ballerina. “Quite a fancy move. Would’ve hurt a bit... if it actually lands, that is.”
The way Sukuna wasn’t trying to mock you is the worst part of it all.
“Well, let it land then!”
“But that would defeat the purpose, no?”
“Of what?!”
“Of you, trying to see how you measure up to me.”
His nonchalant sentence gives rise to an anger so great, you think your vision momentarily goes white.
“Okay, fine.”
Fueled by rage, you take measured steps to him, a fake smile plastered on your face. Sukuna tilts his head, not moving from where he stands. You loop your arms around the back of his neck, bringing it down closer to you.
“Since you refuse to humor me, I’ll just blueball you and go.”
Almost immediately, his hands flies to your waist. “Oh? I’d like to see you try.”
There it is. Whenever he uses that mocking tone with you, it always gets you hot and bothered.
You kiss him deeply before he can annoy you any further. His grip on you tightens while your hand travels lower to palm the erection through his pants.
He groans, no doubt enjoying this. Slipping your hand inside, you find your way around his shaft and start giving it lazy strokes. Sukuna groans mid-kiss. It’s funny how the strongest sorcerer quickly becomes putty in your hands, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder while you continue to pump his length.
The squelch! squelch! immediately resounds in the room, his thick cock leaking creamy pre-cum as his breathing grows ragged. You feel your body temperature start to rise, too, but you are a woman on a mission.
Sukuna is distracted by the pleasure, so distracted that he doesn’t realize that you have conjured your powers with your other hand—
and you strike him on the back with rightful fury.
“Ha!” You break free from his touch, satisfied at the shocked look on his face. “Got you!”
Knowing that you’ve incurred the great Sukuna’s wrath, you prepare to break off into a run. Just as you turn your back on him, though, you feel a yank on your hair.
Suddenly, your world is flipped upside down. You barely have the moment to register what’s happening because Sukuna is already climbing on top of you, eyes blazing in fury.
“T... Time out?”
.
You don’t know how long it’s been.
Another smack! as Sukuna continues to pound into you, gazing down at you hungrily despite the fact that he’s been ravishing you for... how many hours now? You think you can almost see the sun.
Beneath him, you’re sobbing from the pleasure, laying limply in his hold as you let him have your way with you. You’re crying, then moaning, then screaming the next. Both your hands are bound by crimson ropes he conjured using his jujutsu, so intricate and yet so strong, it was impossible for you to break free.
“Ngh, please—!”
“Aww, what’s wrong? Weren’t you trying to fight me?” Sukuna huffs, the grin on his face nothing short of sadistic. “Go ahead and hit me again with that dirty trick of yours.”
“I-I’m sorry— ah!”
He thrusts into you deeper, his pulsing length quite literally knocking the air out of you. Your desperate apologies seems to excite him more, his grip on your thighs almost bruising.
“Not so clever now, huh?” Despite his violent thrusts, Sukuna’s words are still sharp, mocking, in that degrading tone that makes you uncontrollably wet—
Yet, just as he makes you mad with both anger and desire, you know that you drive him absolutely insane. “H-hah, sore loser—”
Sukuna chuckles in a low baritone, leaning down to cage you between his big arms. He brings his face down to your neck, then bites.
“Sukuna!”
“You get it now? You stand no chance against me.” He drags out his cock slowly, then slams it back again, eliciting a scream from you.
“Oh-oh-”
Sukuna cackles when your walls squeeze around his length, your cute orgasm making him spill his seed deep inside you. He gives your lower abdomen a caress, smirking when he feels how it’s slightly bulging from taking his monstrous length.
