#gojo satoru prompt

[augustinewrites]

“what’s on these?” megumi asks, holding up a box of memory cards.

cleaning day always unearthed all types of lost and forgotten items. sometimes it was clothes long forgotten in you and gojo’s closet, other times it was the kid’s old books or toys. you knew every inch of your little apartment, so most times you could identify any mystery items that came up.

“i don’t know,” you hum, plucking a card from the box to inspect it a little more closely. the only hint as to what’s actually on it seems to just be a date.

2006

…and it’s in gojo’s handwriting.

curious, you pop one into the video player and turn on the tv. the kids join you on the couch, clearly eager to entertain any distraction from your cleaning crusade.

when the screen flickers to life, a familiar courtyard comes into view.

you can’t help the gasp when haibara comes into focus…but then you see satoru standing standing across from him, arms spread out.

“who is that?” megumi asks, pointing at haibara.

you think of the bright smile of the boy still lingering in the edges of your memory and tell him, softly, “an old friend.”

“suguru!” gojo shouts, looking towards the person holding the camera. he’s all messy hair and wide smiles, exactly how you remember him in his youth. “make sure you get this one!”

geto grumbles about how he’s paying attention, and suddenly you remember exactly what this is.

“ah, these are from when yaga would make us record ourselves practicing cursed technique application,” you explain as a haibara lines up a shot with a pencil.

the pencil hits gojo in the face, gifting him a small cut on his cheek. “ah, shit!”

behind the camera you can hear nanami and geto laughing as haibara apologizes profusely, and shoko comes over to practice her healing. you come over too, holding a cloth.

“don’t pout,” your younger self says, reaching up to wipe a thin trail of blood from his cheek. “you’ll get it next time.”

as soon you turn away, you hear geto snicker and the camera suddenly zooms in on gojo’s face.

he’s blushing.

“ugh,” you hear him groan behind the three of you, finally finished cleaning the bathroom. “are we done cleaning yet?”

“we’re taking a break!” tsumiki tells him, as megumi pops another card in.

gojo ignores megumi’s protests, stealing the spot on the couch next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a smirk. “move your feet, lose your seat.”

tsumiki, angel that she is, moves over so her brother can sit on your other side as the video starts.

this time, gojo is the one recording, holding the camera out so it’s pointed at his own smiling face. “haibara versus nanami, round one!”

you feel your boyfriend stiffen beside you, looking over to see an odd look on his face. “oh, fuck—”

“jar,” megumi says flatly.

he glares at the kid, and is about to get up when you stop him. “wait! i want to watch this!”

he slumps back, throwing an arm over his eyes as he groans dramatically. ignoring him, you watch the fight play out, which ends with haibara whining whilst in a headlock.

you hear geto’s murmured commentary off camera as nanami releases his classmate, expecting the video to zoom in on the victor.

but it drifts a little to the left, where you’re laughing with shoko on the sidelines.

“so obvious,” geto scoffs. the video wobbles for a moment before being pointed directly at the tips of satoru’s shoes, then ends abruptly.

when you glance over at satoru, he’s pulled his sunglasses over his eyes as if they can hide his pink cheeks.

the next videos are similar. memories of your past viewed through a different lens, showing you things you’d never picked up on when you were living them.

some moments you watch with an aching heart. like when suguru leans close to you and makes a joke at satoru’s expense, or when you reach up to ruffle haibara’s hair.

(moments with cherished friends proving that the grief of losing them never got any lighter as you moved forward with your life, but at some point you’d just gotten used to carrying the weight.)

but what might be most interesting is seeing yourself in satoru’s eyes.

his focus, whether he was the one holding the camera or not, always seemed to drift to you. for all the times he’d denied crushing on you in your early years, the camera proves otherwise.

the way he peeks at you shyly as you fix your hair before a fight.

the way he reaches out instinctively whenever you’re knocked backwards.

the way he smiles brightly whenever you laugh at one of his jokes.

the way your gaze would occasionally meet his, and his smile seemed to come naturally.

“okay, that’s enough for tonight,” satoru announces, shutting the tv off and shooing the children away. “go clean your rooms, you freeloaders.”

you stand, looping your arms around his neck before he can run away. smiling, you gently pull his glasses off, tossing them onto the couch.

“hey! those are gucci—”

you shut him up with a kiss, feeling the way his lips curve upwards against yours. “i love you, you know that?”

blue eyes meet yours, the pensive look he’d been wearing melting into something a little softer. something reserved for you. “you’re obsessed with me, i know.”

you simply laugh, letting him dip down to give you another kiss.

(because you’d had his heart in your pocket long before either of you had realized.)

[kirishwima]

JJK guys pre-relationship texts: After the date (with someone else) Pt.3

ft. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto

Gojo:

Geto:

[niinnyu]

Jk jk jjk

[songsofadelaide]

Satoru loves having you around whenever he visits Megumi and Tsumiki in their apartment. The kids adore you more than they let on, after all. He loves the fact that they quickly warmed up to you, especially Megumi, who's known to be such a prickly child.

But what Satoru loves the most is having you all to himself without the school's watchful eyes on you both. He admits that he gets a little handsy when it's just the two of you on a mission together, not that you ever really minded since you loved him so much.

You were fixing Megumi's bedroom when Satoru slinked over and winked at you. He raised a finger to his lips, beckoning you to maintain your silence as he coiled his arms around you and drew you into a warm kiss.

And you nearly lost yourself in that kiss, too, your own arms wrapping around his neck—

"Gojo-san, I need your help."

If there was a world record for dismantling a kiss, you'd probably set the record. You couldn't help but look down at your lap in embarrassment while Satoru rose from his seat across you to approach Megumi, whose hand was still on his door.

"What do you need help with?"

"Why is your face all red?" Came the question from the young boy. You couldn't see his face but you knew from the sound of his voice that he must have a little grimace on. "Please don't do any perverted stuff in my room."

"Okay, that's enough, wise guy. Why don't we..." Satoru stated as he closed the door behind him, the click of the doorknob resonating in the room. In your hands was one of Megumi's half-folded shirts and oh, my gosh, what was I thinking? Was I really about to make out with Satoru here? In Megumi's bedroom?!

When you visited the following week, Megumi was helping you fold his clothes in his room this time, a rather pensive expression on his face as he asked you, "Do you two always do that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Kissing."

That wasn't exactly the most surprising question. Megumi has always been a precocious child who knew far too much for his young age. "O-Oh, well... Not really always. Satoru was just being silly, for the most part."

The blue-eyed boy cocked his head as he turned to you. "And you don't do it with other people?"

"No, I don't. I can only kiss Satoru because he's my most favourite person in the world," you replied to his question with a little shake of your head and a small smile on your face. "I'm sure you'll find that person, too, Megumi-kun. The one you'll want to kiss forever. Perhaps not now, but sometime in the future."

The two of you looked up in surprise when you heard the bedroom door creak open but no one was there.

Satoru had a strange spring in his step on your way back to campus. He held your hand, his grip both tight and tender, and you curled your fingers around his digits to hold him right back.

An excited grin made its way to your lips as you spotted the familiar glint of light from a convenience store. "Oh, Toru, while we're here, do you think I can grab some snacks to share with Shoko, Kento and Kiy—"

As you turned your face in his direction, you were met with his lips suddenly on yours and very little resistance to your favour.

"T-Toru!—"

Satoru stole the grin from your face, his eyes concealed under his sunglasses but you knew exactly how they vanished into his smile. "Grab whatever you want, it's on me. Anything for my most favourite person in the world."

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Hello 🤗, can I ask number 6 with Satoru and Sylus, please?

Hello there! Oooh a crossover!

Threesome --------

"That's it baby, give in to us."

You moan as two sets of mouths worked their magic on your nipples. You look down and see two contrasting pairs of eyes looking up at you; sapphires on side, rubies on the other.

"Sylus...Satoru..." You pet both their hair, feeling their soft tongues laving the pebbled buds and suckling. Their concentrated gazes make you aroused, feeling heat creep into your body.

Two wet plops are heard as they release you, their hands trailing down your back and abdomen, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs and ass.

"Who do you want where baby?" Gojo catches your chin between his fingers as Sylus leisurely licks a line up your inner thigh, making the muscles quiver.

You take a steadying breath trying to think. "I want Sylus on my clit. And you in me."

An approving growl resounds from both men and they shift to take their respective places. Sylus gently parts the folds of your drenched sex, giving Satoru full visibility of your dribbling hole. Satoru lines up his hard cock with your entrance and slides in slowly drawing a whine from you as he fills you. Sylus gathers saliva on his tongue before leaning his chin over you mound and finding your clit with his tongue.

The slick friction both inside and outside your pussy felt exquisite, your hips rolling with their movements, feeling like you might melt away from all the pleasure that's coursing through your body. Each thrust of Satoru's cock brushes your gspot while Sylus's tongue works in circles, and your mind feels like it might lose it's grip on reality.

Just when you think you can't handle it anymore, you feel yourself pushed to the peak, a shuddering cry escaping your lips as ecstasy washes over you, filling every last cell in your body with orgasmic pleasure.

Satoru grunts as he feels your cunt fluttering around his cock and after a few deep thrusts, buries himself in your heat and allows himself to climax, thick, salty ropes of cum flooding your eager womb. He pulls out panting, and his seed trickles out of your spent channel. Sylus watches the lewd sight before leaning down to lap at the cream that's dripping from your cunt, and you watch in fascination.

"Everything tastes better from you kitten."

[sukunasbow]

flowers.

incl: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, choso kamo, shoko ieiri, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, toge inumaki.

warnings: suggestive comments in geto’s and shoko’s, pic quality is fucked up because my laptop hates me myb, and the start of sukuna’s might not make sense cause the first text got cut off.

in which they find out someone else got you flowers.

[hanasnx]

b.....baby daddy...... baby daddy gojo.....

“ARE WE DATIN’? ARE WE FUCKIN’? ARE WE SOMETHIN’ IN BETWEEN THAT?” — satoru gojo.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader | dom satoru | established relationship | explicit sexual content | p in v | daddy kink | size difference | lactation references.

BABY DADDY!SATORU GOJO has a severe lack of boundaries, but in his defense he’s always been like that. Before the pregnancy, before you found out the news, before you were dating him, it’s all the same. He doesn’t see the need for it and there are times—especially now—when it’s simply inappropriate in the highest form.

“You ready to go, kiddo?” he asks, perky with a big grin as he eyes his son through his eye wrappings. The boy nods determinedly, bounding away while his backpack that’s too big for him weighs him down. For a second, he watches him run off to spend the weekend with his dad, and you observe him do it with a comfortable smile on your face.

He catches you, but instead of teasing you about it, he shoves a thumb over his shoulder. “Can’t believe that came outta you.” he jokes, and you nod along, aware to just go with his little quips until he decides to leave. “You look great.” He gestures to your form, head-to-toe, and you roll your eyes at his attempt to flatter you like the other moms do. How they dote on you to tell you you’re so lucky that you’re back to your old body after a baby. Some change permanently. “You been working out? Seriously.” he continues on, and you catch him when he slots into you, wrapping arms around each other in a familiar side-hug. His hand feels big on your back as he strokes it.

“Oh, Satoru, stop it.” you respond, devoid of conviction. It’s been years since your son was born, and it’s been a while since you and Satoru had to part ways, yet he talks to you like nothing’s occurred. Like you’re still friends, like you’re still lovers. He squeezes you and you playfully push him off. “Now get outta here, he’s practically bouncing off the walls to spend time at Dad’s.” You gesture to your son, who trips in his excitement, only to pick himself up just as quickly to keep running aimlessly.

“Would’ja look at that. Tough kid, just like his momma.” Satoru muses, and you scoff through your nose as he faces you, sticking his tongue between his teeth. “You got a goodbye kiss for Daddy?”

You sigh, resolved, and roll your eyes again. He’s so full of it. You concede anyway, innocently offering your lips to him.

You should’ve remembered that when Satoru gets an inch, he takes a mile, leaning down to meet your gift with pliant lips. At first, it’s chaste as expected, but he tilts his head. That arm around you traps you against him, and you make a noise of distress when he parts your lips with his, slipping his tongue in. It’s not supposed to go that far, yet he continues, slithering his tongue over yours like he’s done a thousand times before, and the sicko actually sends a pleasurable tingle down your spine. Gathering your bearings, arching away from him, you shove at his chest, freeing yourself. “Satoru!” you chide, and he snickers at you. You’ve kissed him hello and goodbye before, completely respectful and quick. Pecks, really. This was a full-blown french, and you eye him incredulously.

“Is Mommy and Daddy getting back together?” the slurred words of your son can be heard, and the two of you face him as he peers at you two with wide eyes.

“Look what you did! You confused him.” you admonish in a hushed tone, hitting the chuckling Satoru as he downs the steps of your front door to join his son. “Make sure to explain yourself to him, Satoru.” you iterate, shifting your weight to your hip as your cross your arms.

“I will.” he replies in a tune, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. He idles a second, side-eyeing you over that shoulder slyly. “Mommy.” Your narrow your eyes at him with a shake of your head, but he merely continues on. “See you Monday~!” he adds in a much more lighthearted tone.

Monday couldn’t come fast enough but you didn’t know that after Satoru dropped your son off at school, he was gonna pay a little visit to you. You especially didn’t know what that visit entailed, you didn’t know you’d jump at the opportunity to scold him for the stunt he pulled, only to jump at the chance to get more. Things are hard lately, it’s lonely being a single-mom. Even though Satoru’s involved as he can be, it’s not like you get time for a dating life. He’d shown clear interest in you a couple days ago, shoving his tongue back in your mouth where it hasn’t been for months, now he’s shoving his cock where it hasn’t been for the same.

“Actin’ like you missed Daddy.” he remarks with that self-satisfied grin you wish you could smack off. He’s fucking with you while he screws you for real, that cock you miss so much hollowing out your insides.

“Cut the shit, Satoru, and just fuck me already.” you demand, fisting the covers to your bed as he’s got you on all fours.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking.” he replies, a leisured pace to his hips as his hands clutch the plush of your hips. To rush him, you back up on him until the sounds of skin on skin fill the room. He doesn’t wait for you to answer him. “Why not make another one?”

“Sato, quit playing around—“

“No, I mean it.” he insists, that signature grin stretching onto his features as his hands clamp down on your flesh. He inclines forward, driving into you at a reckless pace that causes a choked sound to emit from your throat. “C’mon, think about it.” he says just as your brain begins to fog from a fat cock shoving its way through your pussy. “We could make another one. We make such cute kids together, you know?” Your spine’s arch is so low it aches as his strength overpowers you, squeezing your eyes shut while he fucks you hard. “We’d be doin’ the world a favor. ‘Sides, you’ll look cute again all filled up with my cum.”

You whine, burying your face in the mattress as you claw the sheets. The pain and pleasure between your legs makes a mess, dripping down your thighs as he hits it from the back.

“Tits all swollen with milk. You remember when I drained some of it for you?” The memory bubbles up mixed emotions within you, sighing into the covers. “Drank it all, ran down my chin, they were so sensitive, always making little noises while I sucked on your nipples. Don’t be shy, baby, I know you liked it.”

[hauntedhokage]

kiss prompt: Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss. from this list

“We don’t have time,” you scold once you register just who had grabbed you by your hips to pull you into an unused room. Behind you stands your boyfriend, the one nobody knew you had, and you sigh at his proud smirk when you turn to face him. “Seriously, they’ll notice if I'm-”

“We have time.” The assurance is not very reassuring, but you still let him pull your arms up to rest on his shoulders. Your fingers laced together behind his neck, keeping your arms in place as his hands revisit their spot on your hips. “Nobody is going to know we’re here.”

“You’re such a bad influence,” you whisper, pulling yourself closer so you can press your lips to his. You feel his smile against your lips, happy to be getting what he wanted while he coaxed your mouth to open for him. If you were found, you’d get in so much trouble for doing this here, of all places. But it didn’t matter, these rare moments are more important. 

“I’m your favorite bad influence,” he breathes, the hand around your waist squeezing your side gently and enjoying your breathy chuckle that has your air pushing against his lips and into his mouth. “You should probably get out of here, don’t want to get caught.”

“Just give me one more.”

Barou, Gojo, Megumi, Todo, Toji, Bachira, Kunigami, Reo, Aiku, Kirishima, Kaminari, Dabi

[almondmilkcleanser]

”stop running” for Gojo when it gets too much

“Arch your back. Like last time. Yeah, that’s it.”

You positioned yourself, torso down low and hips high in the air. Pillow positioned under your stomach and your two fingers diligently toying with your cunt. Your juices from your pussy slid down your inner thighs, begging for him. And he stroked himself to full attention, an accomplished smile on his face.

He propped himself behind you, poising his dick at the entrance of your readily awaiting cunt. He pushed himself in little by little, palming your hips as he waited for you to adjust.

You gripped onto him, pulling him in, refusing to let him out. And so he moved. He thrusted forward, causing you to yelp and move ahead so he didn’t accelerate your orgasm.

His hands traced the length of your back until he reached the curvature of your shoulder, pulling you up so you were on all fours. His pace quickened inside of you, his hips slamming against your smooth ass. He loved the sight in front of him. Your body colliding with his and your moans bouncing off all four walls of your bedroom.

He slammed into you again, making you yelp and drop your hips to stop his thrusts. It felt so good, but he was on to you.

His large hands wrapped a tuft of your hair in his hand and pulled your head back just enough so he could kiss your ear from behind.

“Y/N. I’ve seen and felt you take harder dick than this. Stop running and give me this pussy I left work early for. Okay?”

send me a prompt

[simplygojo]

GhostFace Ep. 4 - Satoru Gojo

Author's Note: Episode 4 of the GhostFace Series is FINALLY out, I have included a few anon kinktober requests in this one, so I will respond to those requests with the link to this fic...I HOPE UR ALL ENJOYING THESE, KINKTOBER IS DRAINING ME BUT ITS WORTH IT I LOVE Y'ALL <3

Spooky Szn Masterlist

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Kinks: Blindfold Kink & Sensory Deprivation

Word Count: 2.7K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, oral, fingering, light spanking, overstimulation, sensory deprivation.

As you walked toward Gojo’s apartment, an eerie chill hung in the air, like a fog that clung to your skin. Gojo had teased you all day about a Halloween “surprise mission,” but you hadn’t expected the strange quiet that awaited you. 

When you reached his door, it was already slightly ajar, the lock glinting faintly in the dim hallway light.

A sliver of unease wormed its way into your chest as you nudged the door open, peering into the shadowed room. 

The usual warm ambiance was absent, replaced by a stark quiet that heightened your senses. A glance at the side table confirmed the phone was off the hook, emitting a faint static hum, underscoring the silence. 

Every instinct warned you to turn back, but curiosity—and a thrill of anticipation—compelled you forward.

“Gojo?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you stepped into the dim room, the door clicking shut behind you with a finality that made your heart race.

You turned around towards the door you had walked through, and there he stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Surprise, y/n,” he drawled, his voice slipping through the mask, each word a blend of teasing danger and the familiar confidence that only Gojo could command.

He wore the infamous Ghostface mask, its dark, hollow eyes concealing his mischievous blue ones.

He wore no robe like in the movies, opting instead for a tightly fitted black T-shirt that clung to his chest and shoulders, showing off every defined line of muscle. 

The fabric stretched taut over his biceps, accentuating the power in his arms as he leaned with a relaxed yet dangerous posture.

The sight of him like this, the usually playful and teasing Gojo now shrouded in this eerie, dominant persona, made your breath catch in your throat. 

Something about the Ghostface mask paired with his physique—the tension of the shirt, the hint of strength radiating beneath it—ignited a deep thrill inside you, one that mixed arousal with an edge of fear. 

You couldn’t look away; every inch of him was mesmerizing, from the way his chest rose and fell to the sharpness of his silhouette.

“What…what is all this?” You managed, a flicker of nervous excitement betraying you.

“Just a little game for Halloween,” he replied smoothly, his voice dropping into a husky whisper as he advanced toward you. “Don’t you trust me?”

He was close enough now that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something sharper, like the thrill of an approaching storm. 

Before you could respond, his fingers brushed your cheek, then slid into his pocket. When he pulled his hand back, you noticed the familiar black fabric that he usually wore over his eyes.

The sight of it sent your heart racing. He dangled it before you, a devilish grin no doubt hidden behind his mask. 

“Eyes on me until you can’t anymore,” he murmured, stepping behind you.

You felt his breath, warm and steady against the side of your neck as he slipped the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into absolute darkness. 

With your vision obscured, the rest of your senses sharpened, each one waiting, straining for the next sound, the next sensation.

“Can you see anything?” His voice was low, resonant, like a spell that thrummed in the quiet.

“No,” you whispered, the thrill of surrender making your body hyper-aware of his proximity.

“Good,” he said softly, a smirk colouring his words. “Let’s keep it that way.”

He moved in front of you, his fingers grazing your collarbone, igniting a heat that spiralled outward, consuming any lingering hesitation. 

The air grew heavy, and without your sight, you were acutely aware of every movement, every touch. His hand drifted down, his fingers teasing along your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered, fingers ghosting over your skin, barely making contact.

You nodded, every nerve ending attuned to his touch, the anticipation building to a near-unbearable level. 

His hands trailed down to your wrists, firm but gentle, guiding them up as he pinned them above your head. A low chuckle escaped him as he shifted closer, pressing his body against yours.

With the blindfold still on, you could only imagine the look on his face. 

“You’re trembling,” he noted, his tone somewhere between teasing and curious.

“I—” You began, but the words died on your lips as he tightened his grip slightly, heightening the sense of restraint. The feeling of him controlling every move, every shift, drove you wild.

The air shifted as he moved, his lips brushing your ear. 

“Are you afraid yet?” He asked, his breath warm against your skin, making you shiver.

“Maybe,” you replied, your voice barely a murmur.

“Good.” His response was a low growl, a delicious edge that left you breathless.

He moved one hand lower, grazing your hip, pressing you back until your body was flush against the wall. 

His fingers tightened around your wrist, and then you felt it—a sharp, stinging sensation as his hand came down in a swift, calculated spank against your ass. 

The sting of it spread heat through you, a rush of adrenaline and desire that left you panting.

“What was that for?” You gasped, struggling to steady your voice.

“For testing my patience,” he replied smoothly, his fingers trailing along the curve of your hip. “I think you need a reminder to behave.”

You swallowed, breath coming in shallow gasps as he delivered another spank, harder this time, his hand lingering afterward, the warmth of his palm searing into your skin. 

The pressure of his touch kept you grounded, the stinging warmth a constant reminder of his control.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice low and dark, laced with a possessive edge that sent shivers down your spine. 

“The way your body reacts when you can’t see?”

“Yes,” you breathed, voice trembling as he leaned in closer, the mask grazing your cheek.

With your vision gone, each touch felt amplified, each kiss more consuming. 

You felt his fingers press firmly against your neck, tilting your head as he grazed his lips down your jawline, slow and teasing, his breath hot against your skin. 

Your senses reeled, straining to capture every movement, every sound, every inch of him.

The sound of his laughter echoed in your ear, sending another thrill of excitement through you. 

“You’re completely at my mercy now, y/n,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

He held you firmly as his other hand continued its exploration, dragging down your sides, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt as he pressed his body against yours, every inch of him demanding and relentless. 

Each sensation, each teasing caress and firm grip, blurred together, becoming part of a visceral experience that consumed you.

Finally, you felt his hands slip to your waist, gripping you firmly as he brought his lips back to your ear. 

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, the hint of a smirk audible in his voice.

“No,” you whispered, every word weighted with desire. “Please… don’t stop.”

“Good girl.” The words sent a flush of warmth through you, and his grip tightened as he leaned in closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck before he dragged his lips downward, each movement slow and deliberate, his mouth a torturous blend of tenderness and dominance.

Every touch, every word, every whispered command heightened the sensation, his control absolute as he continued his exploration, making you feel as though you were suspended in the dark, caught between fear and longing, utterly and completely his.

His gloved hands slipped down your waist, pausing just below your hips before kneeling, his hot breath brushing against the skin of your inner thighs.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone so soft and deceptively comforting, as if he weren’t about to drive you out of your fucking mind. 

One hand slid up, slipping between your thighs and nudging them apart. 

His fingers grazed you with the lightest touch, teasing until you were aching, his chuckle reverberating in the quiet. “Already so needy, aren’t you?”

You bit back a moan, clenching your fists as his mouth closed over you, finally pressing his tongue against you. He started slowly, agonizingly gentle, savouring every reaction you gave him. 

You gasped, gripping at the fabric of his shirt, completely helpless to the onslaught of sensations as his hands held you firmly in place, fingers digging into your hips.

The contrast between his soft, warm mouth and his unyielding grip sent jolts of pleasure racing through you, each stroke of his tongue a calculated torment. 

His pace quickened, and soon, he was relentless—alternating between firm, slow licks and rapid flicks of his tongue, consuming every whimper, every breathless gasp you let slip.

“Please… Gojo,” you whispered, voice breaking as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, his pace never faltering, only intensifying as your hips began to buck against him involuntarily.

“Oh, you’re begging already?” He taunted, pulling back for just a moment, letting his hot breath tease over your sensitive skin. 

“I’m not stopping until I feel you fall apart.” With that, he returned, mouth working over you with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming. 

His tongue teased and traced patterns, alternating between fast, shallow licks and deep, thorough strokes that left you writhing.

The pleasure built up so quickly, so intensely, that your legs began to tremble. 

You tried to shift away, but his grip tightened, holding your hips steady as he took his time with you, relentless in his mission to coax every sound, every shiver, every broken gasp from your lips. 

You were barely aware of anything except him—the feel of his hands, the insistent pressure of his mouth, and the blackness behind the blindfold that left you vulnerable to his every whim.

Finally, with a soft, desperate cry, you came, your body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. 

But Gojo didn’t stop. Instead, he continued, driving you higher, his mouth never leaving you as he licked and teased, drinking in every tremor, every aftershock. 

The overstimulation hit hard, every stroke of his tongue now almost unbearable, sending jolts through your oversensitive nerves.

You tugged on his hair, gasping, “Please, Gojo—I can’t…”

“Oh, you can,” he replied, his voice low and commanding. “You’re going to keep taking it for me, just like that.” 

His hands held you firmly, his mouth working with renewed vigour as he continued to draw sounds from you you didn’t even know you could make. 

You were dizzy, your world a swirl of sensation as he mercilessly pushed you toward another peak, your body shuddering as the second wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Finally, when he seemed satisfied with your thoroughly spent state, he pulled back, leaving you panting, weak, and trembling. 

He rose, tugging the blindfold slightly, letting his fingers trace lightly over your cheeks as he did. 

You barely had a moment to recover before his lips brushed against your ear, voice low and commanding. “Now, turn around.”

Dazed and more than willing to obey, you turned, feeling his strong hands guiding you forward, pressing you up against the wall as he moved behind you. 

His hands roamed down, gripping your hips as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, pulling you close until you could feel him, hot and insistent against you.

“Look at you,” he murmured with dark satisfaction, his hands sliding up to grip your waist as he positioned himself behind you. 

He held you there, relishing the way your body stretched and adjusted to him.

A low, rumbling groan escaped Gojo’s lips as he began to move, each slow, agonizingly deep thrust pressing you harder against the wall, his hips meeting yours with a rhythm that was both relentless and electrifying. 

The way he filled you—thick and hot, stretching you in ways that made your knees weak—left you breathless, gripping the wall for support as he set a pace that was anything but gentle. 

Each inch of him pressed into you, nudging against every sensitive, over-stimulated spot that hadn’t yet recovered from the waves of pleasure he’d already pulled from you.

Your entire body felt hypersensitive, every nerve alive and attuned to the sensation of him inside you. 

Each thrust was like a spark, setting off shudders that rolled through you as he sank into you fully, pulling back just enough to let you feel that maddening drag before plunging in again, harder, deeper. 

You couldn’t help the soft whimpers that escaped, your body unable to keep up with the sheer intensity of his movements.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as his hands found your hips, holding you steady while he took his time, savouring every reaction you gave him. 

His fingers dug into your skin, pulling you back to meet each thrust, leaving no room for escape, only the blissful, intoxicating friction as he buried himself to the hilt with each drive forward. 

His pace grew more erratic, hips snapping harder against you, filling you so completely it was dizzying.

Overstimulated and utterly overwhelmed, each motion made your body clench around him, the pleasure bordering on too much as he continued, knowing just how to push you past every limit. 

It was both unbearable and addictive—the heat, the fullness, the way he moved in you as if he were claiming every inch. 

He groaned low and ragged, his voice rough in your ear as he whispered, “You’re so tight, so perfect… God, I could fuck you all night.”

Every thrust hit a different, more sensitive place inside you, igniting sparks of pleasure that grew with each movement. 

The world faded, narrowing down to the heat of his body pressed against yours, the heavy slide of him filling you, stretching you in a way that made you tremble. 

The intensity of it was all-consuming, your body completely given over to him as he continued to drive into you with that ruthless, almost punishing rhythm, each thrust pressing you closer to the edge.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a mix of soft encouragement and unyielding command. 

His hands tightened around your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he anchored you exactly where he wanted. 

His hot breath tickled your ear, his mouth pressing soft, teasing kisses along your neck before he whispered again, voice dropping to a low, rough edge. 

“I know you’ve got one more in you… don’t you?”

The depth of his thrusts sent a shiver down your spine, his cock filling you to the point of almost painful bliss, each movement coaxing you closer to the edge he was holding you at. 

His grip on you didn’t falter, and you could feel the slight tremor in his fingers, a clear sign of just how hard he was holding himself back. 

“I wanna feel you, every last bit of you,” he continued, his voice thick with need. His hips pressed even deeper, grinding into you as he thrust again, pulling a helpless moan from your lips.

“Come on,” he coaxed, his tone both a plea and a command, each word sending a fresh rush of desire through you. 

“Cum for me, right here, right now, while I’m still inside you.” He didn’t relent, didn’t slow, his movements unyielding as he chased that final reaction from you, his voice breaking into a low groan as he added, “I want to feel every last bit of you falling apart around me.”

His hands found your wrists, pulling them behind your back, holding you in place as his pace quickened, his grip bruising as he drove into you with abandon.

With a final, desperate cry, you let yourself go, the pleasure blinding and overwhelming as you gave in completely, your body clenching around him as he groaned, hips bucking as he followed, his grip tightening as he held you close, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

He didn’t let go right away, keeping you pressed up against the wall, his body still flush against yours. 

After a moment, he leaned close, a satisfied, almost cocky chuckle in his voice as he whispered in your ear, “Now, was that spooky enough for you?”

[leahrintarou]

✩₊˚.⋆ UNSEE ! - satoru gojo / 10.15 / kinktober

CW: usage of a bullet vibrator, y/n is blindfolded, female anatomy, she/her, tiny bit of cunnilingus, petnames, gojo is smitten, body worship ig u can say as well.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's Note: made it on time and posted on the correct day lmao. i got writers block at the WORST moment possible so yeah. i hope you enjoy. leave a like or reblog to show support!

“c’mon, angel, just trust me on this,” gojo said, holding out a black silk blindfold with a mischievous glint in his eyes. y/n eyed him skeptically, crossing her arms. “satoru, i’m exhausted. it’s been a long day, and i’m not in the mood for whatever you’re planning.”

he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush his thumb over her cheek. “that’s exactly why i want to do this. you deserve a little break. you’ve been running yourself ragged.”

she sighed, torn between the desire to sink into the nearest pillow and the undeniable pull of those playful blue eyes. “and the blindfold?” she questioned. “it’s part of the surprise. trust me, you won’t have to lift a finger. i’ll take care of everything.”

“satoru, i’m really not in the mood for one of your games right now…”

his expression softened, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. “it’s not a game, i promise. i just want to show you how much i appreciate you. let me do that?”

y/n hesitated, feeling the warmth of his hand on her face. as much as she wanted to argue, the sincerity in his eyes made her waver. “fine. but if this gets too ridiculous, i’m stopping.”

he chuckled, clearly pleased with himself as he tied the blindfold over her eyes. “you won’t regret this, i promise.”

she felt him guide her, his hands gentle but firm as he led her backward. the familiar softness of her bed brushed against her legs, and he eased her down, guiding her to lie back. he was uncharacteristically quiet, his touch slower and more deliberate than usual.

“satoru… what exactly are you planning?” she asked, unable to hide the nervous edge in her voice.

“just relax, angel,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “i told you, tonight is about you. you don’t have to do anything. just feel.”

y/n took a breath, her body instinctively tensing as she tried to adjust to the darkness behind the blindfold. she couldn’t see anything, but she felt every movement, every brush of his hand over her skin, more intensely than usual. it was disarming, almost unsettling, but there was a strange thrill in the uncertainty.

he trailed his fingers down her arm, his touch light and teasing. “you’re always so busy taking care of everything. tonight, let me take care of you.”

she shivered as his hands moved to her shoulders, gently massaging away the day’s tension. his lips followed, pressing feather-light kisses down her neck, and she found herself relaxing despite her earlier annoyance, melting into the warmth of his touch.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tender.

“yeah… it’s just…” she hesitated, unsure how to put it into words. “it’s different, not being able to see you.”

“that’s the point,” he said, his tone playful again. “just focus on what you feel.”

she hummed, surrendering to the sensation as his hands roamed over her body, exploring in ways that made her skin tingle. the darkness heightened everything—the warmth of his breath against her collarbone, the slow, deliberate way his hands traced over her curves.

he shifted, his weight pressing down beside her, his mouth brushing against hers. the kiss was slow, almost reverent, as if he were savoring every second. without the distraction of sight, she was hyper-aware of every detail—the softness of his lips, the way he tasted, the subtle hint of mint on his breath.

“you have no idea how beautiful you are,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. y/n swallowed, feeling her cheeks heat. “you’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“maybe,” he said, pressing another kiss to her lips, deeper this time, filled with an intensity that left her breathless. “but i’m also crazy about you.”

he moved slowly, taking his time as he undressed her, his hands gliding over her skin in ways that made her shiver. he had never been this gentle, this attentive, and it was almost overwhelming, the way he worshipped every inch of her.

he was right there, surrounding her, and yet the blindfold made it feel like he was everywhere at once, his touch lingering on her skin long after he had moved on. each movement, each whisper, each press of his lips against her body built the tension between them, until she was aching for him in a way that had nothing to do with sight.

“satoru…” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. “shh,” he said, his voice a soft command. “let me take care of you. let me show you how much i love you.”

and with that, he moved over her, his hands and mouth tracing a path that left her trembling beneath him. she was lost in him, surrounded by the darkness and the warmth of his touch, completely surrendered to the man who somehow always knew exactly how to unravel her.

gojo’s lips grazed the sensitive skin of y/n’s neck, sending shivers down her spine. he started with soft, teasing kisses, exploring the contours of her collarbone with an almost reverent touch. each kiss was deliberate, filled with warmth and affection. he paused to suck gently at the spot just beneath her ear, a playful bite that made her let out a long sigh, the sensation igniting a fire within her.

“you’re so responsive, angel,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and sultry. “i love how you react to me.”

y/n couldn't even respond, breathless as he continued his exploration, trailing kisses down the delicate line of her neck, each one lingering longer than the last. he took his time, savoring every inch of her, as if he were committing the feeling of her skin against his lips to memory. she leaned into him instinctively, feeling the pull of his warmth, every kiss stoking the flames of desire within her.

with each kiss, gojo moved lower, his hands sliding to her waist, fingers dancing along the hem of her top before he slipped it off, revealing her bare skin. he pressed soft kisses to her waist, tracing the curves of her body with his lips.

as he kissed along her waist, he made his way to her inner thighs, taking his time to explore the sensitive skin there. his kisses were feather-light at first, teasing her, making her squirm. y/n bit her lip, trying to suppress a whimper as he pressed a kiss just above her thigh, a deliberate tease that left her wanting more.

“satoru,” she breathed, her voice thick with need, but he simply smiled against her skin, enjoying the power he had over her.

he planted kisses along her inner thighs, each one deeper than the last, building the anticipation. his lips danced around the sensitive area, driving her wild with longing. he could feel her body responding, the way she instinctively opened up for him, urging him closer.

“please…” y/n gasped, her heart racing as he continued to tease her with his kisses, refusing to give in just yet. the sensation of his warm breath against her inner thighs sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“just a little longer, angel,” he said, his voice a playful whisper, as he lavished attention on her skin, making sure she felt every kiss. “i want to hear you.”

his kisses became bolder, more deliberate, as he explored every inch of her, leaving trails of fire wherever he touched. y/n could hardly think, lost in the sensations, the way his lips moved against her. he knew exactly how to take her to the edge, to make her crave him even more, and she was helpless to resist, completely surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her.

“you’re driving me crazy,” y/n confessed, breathless and wanting. “good,” he replied, a smirk evident in his voice. “i want you to feel everything. let me take care of you, angel.”

and with that, he pressed his lips to her inner thighs once more, drawing out every gasp and sigh, as he skillfully navigated the thin line between teasing and tantalizing, completely focused on her pleasure.

gojo’s fingers traced along y/n’s body, moving slowly, until he reached for something from the bedside table. she could hear him fiddling with something, a soft whirring sound catching her attention.

“satoru?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

“shh, angel,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “trust me, you’re going to like this.”

she felt the subtle vibration against her thigh first, the sensation both foreign and thrilling. gojo’s hand guided the small bullet-shaped toy, moving it in slow, teasing circles. he brought it to the sensitive skin along her inner thighs, just barely brushing it over the places where she ached for him most.

the soft hum of the toy mixed with the sound of her quickening breaths, each gentle press making her toes curl. he dragged the toy along her bud, letting it hover over the most sensitive spot, drawing out a soft gasp from her lips.

“h-holy…” she whispered, her voice trembling as he continued to move the toy in deliberate patterns, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. she couldn’t see him, but she could feel his eyes on her, savoring every reaction.

“that’s it, angel,” he murmured, pressing the toy against her bud in slow, rhythmic pulses, the vibrations building steadily. “just feel. let go.”

she squirmed under his touch, the sensation of the toy mixed with the warmth of his hands as he held her steady, keeping her close. his lips brushed against her neck, trailing kisses as he gradually increased the intensity, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“satoru, please…” she gasped, completely lost in the sensations as he continued his gentle assault, driving her wild with need.

“i’ve got you,” he whispered, pressing one final kiss to her lips as she surrendered to him, the vibrations and his tender touch overwhelming her, pulling her under until all she could feel was him.

gojo kept the toy moving in slow, teasing circles, letting her feel every pulse, every vibration, each one building on the last. his hand pressed against her hip, holding her steady as she began to squirm under his touch, unable to stay still with the heat pooling low in her stomach.

“you feel that, angel?” he whispered, his voice thick with barely restrained desire. “just let it happen. let yourself go.”

he pressed the toy closer, increasing the intensity, letting the vibrations thrum through her most sensitive spots. every time she tried to catch her breath, he shifted, brushing the toy against her abused bud in a way that made her gasp, the sound filling the room. her hands instinctively gripped the sheets, knuckles white as she tried to hold on.

“satoru… it’s… it’s so much…” she managed to breathe, her voice trembling as he continued his relentless teasing.

“that’s it,” he murmured, trailing kisses along her neck, savoring every shiver, every soft whimper that escaped her lips. “i want you to feel every second, angel. just let me take you there.”

he adjusted the toy, moving it with a bit more pressure, finding the perfect spot and holding it steady, his lips pressing softly to her collarbone. he could feel her body tense beneath him, the way her breathing quickened, each pulse of the toy pushing her closer to the edge.

“don’t hold back,” he whispered, his fingers grazing her side, grounding her in the warmth of his touch. “i want to hear you, want to feel you let go.”

she could barely hold on, her body wound so tightly that every tiny movement sent shockwaves through her. the way he was watching her, the way he seemed so focused on her pleasure, only heightened the sensations coursing through her.

“satoru… please…” she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper as she teetered on the brink, the pleasure building so intensely that she felt like she might break apart.

“i’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips just as he pushed the toy a little harder, the vibrations intensifying in a way that made her cry out, her body finally surrendering to the overwhelming sensation. her grip on the sheets tightened as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath him.

as she rode out the last of it, gojo held her close, his hand gently tracing circles on her skin, soothing her as she slowly came back down. “beautiful,” he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. “you did so well, angel.” he smiled, a look of unpurity in his eyes from his next actions.

gojo didn’t give her a moment to recover; instead, he kept the toy pressed against her sensetive bud, turning the intensity up just slightly, enough to send another surge of sensation through her already sensitive body. she let out a soft whimper, her head falling back, overwhelmed by the sudden return of the vibrations.

“you thought i was done?” he asked, a playful edge in his voice as he brushed a thumb over her cheek. “i want to see you fall apart for me again.”

her breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling as the sensations built quickly, even more intense this time. her body, still sensitive, responded immediately, each movement of the toy drawing out soft, helpless noises from her lips. she couldn’t form words, couldn’t think, only react as the pleasure mounted, her body instinctively arching into his touch.

“that’s it, angel,” he murmured, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her. “don’t hold back… let me hear you.”

all she could do was let out a broken moan, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to anchor herself. he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her temple, never letting up on the toy as he adjusted it, finding that perfect spot once again and holding it steady.

her breathing hitched, eyes squeezing shut behind the blindfold as she felt herself spiraling, her mind hazy, body trembling as he continued his slow, unrelenting movements. every nerve was on fire, her entire world narrowed down to the sensation he was creating, and she was powerless to resist it.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his tone gentle but with a hint of mischief. “completely mine.”

she let out another soft, breathless whine, her body instinctively moving against him as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, the intensity almost too much to handle. her lips parted, but no words came—only a broken cry as she fell apart again, the sensations crashing over her like a wave, leaving her trembling and breathless in his arms.

as she came down, he held her close, brushing gentle fingers through her hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. “i’m right here,” he whispered, his voice a soothing comfort as she tried to catch her breath. “i’ve got you, angel. you did so well.”

as her breathing slowed, gojo shifted, his hands gentle as he moved lower, trailing soft kisses down her stomach, each touch igniting sparks along her already sensitive skin. she shivered, barely able to process what he was doing before he was there, pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh, teasing her with the warmth of his breath.

he paused, glancing up at her with that familiar playful glint in his eyes, his fingers brushing over her skin. “you’re still so responsive, angel,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

before she could catch her breath, she felt the warmth of his tongue, a slow, deliberate motion that made her body tense with the renewed sensation. a soft, breathless sound escaped her lips, her hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin as he continued, each motion gentle but maddeningly precise.

she couldn’t form words, her voice reduced to a series of quiet gasps and whimpers as he moved with a steady, unhurried pace, savoring every reaction. his hands held her firmly, keeping her close, grounding her as he worked, the intensity building once more, each soft flick of his tongue sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her.

he took his time, his mouth exploring, tasting, drawing out sounds from her that were barely more than whispers, her head falling back as he continued, pushing her further than she thought possible. the sensations were overwhelming, her body responding instinctively, lost in the warmth of his touch, the gentleness of his lips, the way he seemed to know exactly where to linger, where to press.

her breathing came in quick, shallow gasps, the pleasure building until she could barely think, her world narrowed down to the feeling of his mouth on her, his hands holding her steady, his soft, reverent murmurs between each movement. she felt herself tipping over the edge again, her body surrendering completely, her voice reduced to a single, trembling cry as he took her over once more, leaving her breathless and spent in his embrace.

when she finally came down, he pressed a final kiss to her thigh, looking up at her with a soft smile. “you’re amazing, angel,” he whispered, his hand gently brushing over her side as he pulled her close.

gojo lingered beside her, his hands tracing soothing patterns on her skin as she caught her breath. after a moment, he reached up, fingers gently sliding under the edge of the blindfold. slowly, he pulled it down, revealing her half-lidded, teary eyes, still hazy from the intensity of what she’d just felt.

he paused, taking in the sight of her, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he brushed a stray tear from her cheek. “there you are,” he murmured, his voice tender as he looked into her eyes. “you’re even more beautiful than i imagined.”

her gaze met his, her eyes filled with a mixture of warmth, vulnerability, and the remnants of pleasure that left her breathless. she tried to find her voice, but all that came out was a soft, shaky sigh as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“you did so well, angel,” he whispered, his fingers brushing back a few strands of her hair. “thank you for trusting me.”

she managed a small, contented smile, her hands finding their way to his, squeezing gently. he stayed close, his eyes never leaving hers, a look of absolute adoration on his face as he held her, grounding her in the warmth of his embrace.

“i’ll always take care of you,” he said softly, leaning in to press another kiss to her lips, slow and tender, as if savoring every second. he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, letting her rest against him as the aftershocks faded, leaving only the quiet, shared warmth between them.

as she regained her breath, y/n looked up at gojo with a feigned scowl, brushing her fingers over her still flushed face. “you’re absolutely ruthless, satoru,” she muttered, mock annoyance lacing her words. “not even a shred of mercy… you couldn’t have taken it a little easier?”

he chuckled, a smirk spreading across his face as he leaned down, his hand resting lightly on her waist. “oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” he replied, his tone full of playful confidence. “i know you did. i can still taste it.”

her cheeks flushed deeper at his words, and she swatted at his shoulder with a huff, though her lips betrayed her with a small smile. he caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers.

“admit it,” he said, his voice softening as he looked at her with a mixture of mischief and affection. “you loved every second.”

she rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that broke through. “you’re impossible,” she sighed, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close once more.

“maybe,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, “but you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

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[yanderemommabean]

Sooo thinking about gojo who is watching reader through a secret cam everyday. He acts like the sweetest, goofiest guy ever but he is worse.

Gojo just adores when you try to lie to him. It’s a sick thrill he gets, really, knowing what you’re actually up to but asking you to your face regardless, watching as you lie so smoothly through your teeth. He’ll ask what you were up to the night before, maybe even when you decide to “head to bed early” to check in on you, and you lie, say you were tired, say you needed some time to think about work and the upcoming projects. 

He knows what you really do though. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to see it to, like you two are bonded in this sense as you share your most intimate fantasies. 

The cameras don’t lie, he watches with perverted and rapt attention when he sees the footage of you beginning to slide your cute night shorts down. A bit earlier than your usual nights but if he’s right, last night's indulgence was  more to relieve stress than being horny. What a shame…See if you’d let him into your home, into your arms, he’d make sure that stress would be milked out of you session after session. He has quite the stamina you know? 

That was earlier this morning when he spent a bit longer getting ready, watching you and your seductive ritual. Now he’s with the group, wondering if any of them know what a needy little minx you actually are, and if they do know, they won’t be around much longer. 

He wets his lips, watching your mouth move as you speak to him about what you were going over last night, but all he can picture is how you throw your head back, how your moans sound when desperate and reaching that peak, wondering what you taste like, what you feel like, how you’d claw his back and beg for him to pump you full of his spend so you never forget how he loves you, and how you belong only to him. 

“Gojo did you hear me?” “Hmm? Yeah, just thinking it over is all” He comments casually, watching as the others roll their eyes, not believing a word. 

You do the same, just more playfully, going back to telling the story of what happened at the gas station last night before you got home. Interesting for sure, it’s not everyday that a fight that big breaks out and it isn’t even curse related, but all he can picture is how your ass looks when you’re on all fours and fingering yourself within an inch of your life, arching and moaning, taunting him to just break his vow and his code. 

Honestly, you're a cruel tease, and you don’t even know it. Gojo wants so badly to sink his teeth into your skin, mark everywhere from that tender neck to your sensitive thighs and especially that delicious ass of yours. 

He has to will the blood away, feeling his cock filling out and trying to stand erect in his pants.It’ll be fine, when he gets home he’ll just switch to the live feed and watch you, be you lounging around in those sleep pants, cooking and being a cute little chef, or blessing him with yet another show with your body completely bare to his hungry and starving gaze. 

“Ugh, Lunch breaks over huh? Well I’ll catch you guys later” Gojo says, standing up and making sure his glasses were perched better on his nose. Oh he wouldn’t waste a second of watching you walk away, that smile, those hips, those legs-They’re all something he wants to claim. 

Most importantly, he wants to claim you. And he’s getting there. Maybe he can convince you to accept yet another gift of his? A cute little shower soap holder shaped like a turtle, that of course, does a bit more than bring the room together. 

(-Mommabean. Hi! I hope you enjoyed!)

[niinnyu]

They're sillies

[songsofadelaide]

Basketball superstar!Satoru x popular influencer!reader who is always on courtside gf duties whenever it's game season. You often go viral on social media for your antics— like proudly sporting a smaller version of your boyfriend's jersey, wearing cutesy cheerleader outfits, swearing at the referees whenever your boyfriend is hit with a foul, and jumping into his arms the moment his team is declared the victors. You were his number one fan, after all.

Fortunately, Satoru is way into PDA that you often get away with your antics, which he thinks are just so cute. His teammates are used to him running up to you instead of the trophies they've won. You don't mind that he kisses you while he's all sweaty— you relish his warmth even more since he's worked so hard.

At times when you're busy with your own gigs to attend his game, you send a care package his way along with other nutritional pre-game goodies for his team, too. They thank you with a cute and clumsy TikTok video on their official account, showing off their healthy snacks while still in their jumpsuits. Satoru takes the centre stage and is inevitably teased by everyone else in the locker room.

When game season is over and the teams get a break from training, Satoru joins you in your gigs and endorsement shoots, happily playing the role of your (real) stage boyfriend. He's mostly a glorified PA but everyone else in the set still gets so starstruck by his mere presence. He allows photos and selfies but only at a respectful distance, but he is handsy once you step into his space.

When you're both at home in bed in your pyjamas and Korean face masks, he'd show you his phone and how his socials were flooded with thousands of tags to photos and Pop Base videos of the two of you. You'd tease him about giving the people something else to talk about, but he'd reply in kind and enumerate in detail all the crazy things and trouble you two could get into— if you didn't care about your careers, that is.

You and Satoru are one of the most popular couples on social media at the moment, but you don't let your audience impact the way you two handle things. More importantly, you still keep a fair amount of your relationship to yourselves, so not everything your followers see online is the whole of it.

Satoru proposes to you on a quiet fall afternoon, and you fight the urge to post your engagement as soon as you realised what was happening. There would be so much speculation about your marriage and a lot of unsolicited comments from both family and followers alike, so you say yes in the same quiet way, savouring your first few sacred moments as a newly engaged couple before eventually texting your parents and siblings with a disclaimer— not to tell a single soul.

Your wedding photos go viral, and you laughed at how insane your Instagram comments went before muting your notifications. Satoru is drawing a lopsided heart in the sand, the bright smile on his face disappearing just as quickly as the waters washed away his artwork. Your honeymoon is just as quiet as your wedding, and while you thought you could have made a quick buck out of the whole ordeal, you really wouldn't have had it any other way— just you and him and all the precious people in your lives.

When Satoru returned to the game from your extended honeymoon, the media was nothing but ecstatic to see him and hear about your first few moments as newlyweds. He makes the rookie mistake of excitedly telling everyone that you were expecting, thus the influx of baby items from new sponsors. You forgive him for that, thankful for all the love and support you've received from both your followers so far.

You no longer swear at the refereees nor do you jump into basketball superstar Satoru's arms whenever his team wins a game. Instead, he carries your son on his shoulders, their matching jerseys a sight to behold for all watching his every move. Your son clings to his father as confetti rains over the court and the crowd, and you can't help but think how you've been dethroned as Gojo Satoru's number one fan. Wife sounds just as good, though.

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Oooh! How about "Are you ready for another cock?" with Gojo and Geto?? Please? 💕

Yum. Yes.

"Are you ready for another cock?"

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Your two boyfriends made fucking you a competition. Who could cum in you faster, who could give you more orgasms, whose name would you scream the most?

You moan as Suguru ruts into you, head kissing your cervix, smacking your ass as he mercilessly drove you to the brink of pleasure.

Your sobs and whines echo in your shared bedroom, your ass cheeks bouncing with each forceful thrust inside you. Satoru teasingly wets your nipples, sucking and tweaking them, grazing them with his teeth.

"Close pretty?" he asks, pulling your nipples and flicking them between his fingertips, making your breasts jiggle.

"Ha...yes..." you manage to say, closing your eyes, ready to receive Suguru's load, squealing as Suguru spanks you again.

"Cum already slut," he encourages, his hand finding your clit and slapping it, the pain and pleasure mixing together and driving you insane.

"Sugu! Hmm too much..!"

"Tsk...shut up and cum...you're all noise and no orgasm," he taunts and continues spanking your clit until you cry out, coil in your belly snapping and your climax washes over you. Right on time, Suguru grunts, letting himself orgasm, gritting his teeth as he unloads into you, hot sticky seed filling your greedy cunt.

"Are you ready for another cock?" Suguru pulls out and Satoru eagerly comes to take his place.

"Of course she is...our slut is never happy with just one."

You are a mess of fluids and pleasure, moaning lowly as Satoru's long veiny cock fills you. You lay and let him fuck you as he pleases. All that mattered was cock. Nothing else existed.

"More cum?" you ask hazily, your vision blurring.

"More cum. I promise."

[lemonlover1110]

“i like it when you wear my clothes.”

“i can’t remember the last time i was able to sleep so soundly next to someone the way i can with you.”

with gojo pretty pls ✨✨

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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Satoru waits for you to get into bed, feeling the space next to him so empty and cold without you. He’s getting impatient as he waits for you, and he’s about to call out your name but you appear before him. There’s a smile on his lips when he sees you wearing one of his shirts, one that he bought extra big just for you to wear.

“Are you sure I can use this?” You ask him as you get on the bed beside him. He throws his arm over you, bringing you closer to him.

“Of course, babe. I love it when you wear my clothes.” He tells you, kissing the back of your neck. His cold hands still go under the shirt, resting on your skin. Satoru nuzzles his nose into your back, resting his eyes so he falls asleep. He feels so calm whenever he’s next to you.

“Why did you ask me to come, ‘Toru?” You’re curious about it. You were worried when Satoru sent you a message about an emergency, however, when he arrived there was no emergency to be seen. Just an oversized shirt on his couch, and a tired Satoru. “Just to sleep? Don’t I bother you?”

“I love sleeping with you. I can’t remember the last time I was able to sleep so soundly next to someone the way I can with you.” He murmurs against you, kissing you again. He adores feeling next to you, you feel so warm and you’re so calm. 

He holds you tightly before saying, “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too, Satoru.”