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calibabii21 · 1 year ago
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so we not gon talk about how this man's fingers are six. inches. long.
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getting insane over his undercut, his neck, his back, his face…just him at all
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cinnamorollcrybaby · 2 months ago
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Asking Your JJK boyfriend unhinged questions
Tags: nsfw, smau, mdni, cursing, suggestive, crack
Pt. 1 - Satoru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna
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gojoshooter · 5 months ago
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HER HO!NY HUSBAND : GOJO SATORU
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tw. suggestive, gojo flashes his goodies
Husband!Gojo coming out of the shower with a wet muscular body and a piece of towel hanging along his waist—only to see his wife laying on the bed right in front of him.
Pregnant Wife!Yn who had been insecure of her growing belly and weight since a couple months due to her pregnancy, watches Gojo check her from head to toe, an unexplainable look on his handsome pale face.
Sitting upright, she fixes her loose garments. Maybe he’s finally come to the realisation of not being such a big fan of my mom body.
Husband!Gojo sensing her dejected mood, snaps out of his internal thoughts as he decides to reach out and sit next to her instead.
“Baby? Something’s bothering?” he asks softly, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.
Pregnant Wife!Yn ever a self-conscious overthinker, mumbles while looking up at her husband, “I saw you gazing at me few a many times now...” she fixes her garment again, in embarrassment “like... weirdly. You start looking stiff all of a sudden, as if you want to confess something. About my bad shape maybe.”
At her confession, Satoru pauses, lips parted open slightly and not sure which part to explain first. He brings a wet but comforting hand on her swollen belly.
“Silly girl. Are you worrying about your plump little adorable tummy again? I told you I like it.”
Pregnant Wife!Yn frowns, not really sure of his words. “Really? Then how would you explain everytime you stopped to stare at me? Your face doesn't seem as if you love it—or even like it, Toru.”
Husband!Gojo who shakes his head, body turning more towards her distressed wife. “I don't like it? I love you and every part of you babe, you know me.”
Yn sighs softly, looking down with an upset face. “I do... but maybe i shouldn't have asked for a baby. I just... I feel like you'd have appreciated my old body more, Toru.”
Satoru snaps his head towards her, eyebrows raised in disbelief. This was his last straw. She has to know what his pregnant, innocent wife does to him.
As he stands up slowly from the edge of the bed, he makes sure she's all eyes and ears. “Oh really now. Then I must give you a real reason to never regret your baby with me...”
Undoing the towel hooked on his dripping wet waist, the white haired man reveals his lower half of the riches. As her eyes set down, there comes in view an almost fully hard wet length of Gojo Satoru.
Pregnant Wife!Yn being taken aback, is unable to react for a good few first seconds, mouth agape. Light hue of red crawls up the neck to settle on her cheeks, when her husband hums in question.
“Mm? You see this? This is what you do to me, silly girl.”
Everything seemed suddenly more reasonable—Gojo stealing those frequent long gazes, his odd body language while he checks his pregnant wife out. Gojo gets aroused.
Pregnant Wife!Yn tears her gaze away from his manhood, cold sweat making her feel more or less like her currently out of shower dripping wet husband. Oh the thoughts that might be running in his perverted brain, all the ways he could take you in and you wouldn't be moving away with all the weight you bear of his baby, but comply, and relish, and whine.
“Oh-oh...” she mumbles shyly, the revelation lessening her insecurity effectively more than all sweet words combined could have ever had.
an. husband gojo >>> also this is my 1k readers special! ty for giving my writings your time, love y'all. likes & rbs are appreciated <33
tags: @anubisisthebomb @dianagracesworld @stellagrangerreads12 @momochina-sama @xxkay15xx @ruins-posts
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to00fu · 9 months ago
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hbd geto
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s4turn-ly · 6 months ago
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They are just fighting ok
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seventeentheheaven · 4 months ago
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Texting the JJK men random things
╰➤ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso
synopsis: you text the JJK men random things that’s on your mind
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cont: fluff, suggestiveness, swearing, mentions of sex, fourth wall break (gojo)
MINORS AND AGELESS PAGES DNI!
A/N: sorry im dropping this so late anon…(heads up: no smau tmmr)
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Part 1 | Part 2
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textmel8r · 7 months ago
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[ SMAU ] 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ! ( third installment ) in which you find toji fushiguro’s number off a sugar baby site .
୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven.
୨୧˚ incl; toji fushiguro
୨୧˚ cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , mentions of past assault , threats of violence , profanity
୨୧˚ an; guys the love on this series is really fucking amazing, i’m so glad you are all enjoying this!! so sorry to the people who aren’t fans of toji because my regular smau’s might have to sit on the back burner for a lil while while i pump these out 😖
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likes and reblogs are appreciated !
tags . • @4imhry @sugurubabe @mastermasterlist1p1 @mikisspeak @fluttershyfangs
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lore-smaus · 2 months ago
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«LET'S DANCE!» ft. Gojo, Geto, Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Hiromi, Shiu.
Summary: Your dance has them a little more than intrigued.
Tags: MDNI, female reader, suggestive, jealousy, sassy reader, cursing.
A/N: Shout-out to @bankaixx for this idea. Sorry sweetheart, i forgot to post it.
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G. Satoru
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G. Suguru
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F. toji
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S. Ryomen
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N. Kento
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H. Hiromi
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K. Shiu
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tetsuissohot · 1 month ago
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☆summary. an argument leads to a sloppy and wet apology.  
☆warning/tags: 18+, fem!reader, angst to smut, curse words, tittie sucking, fingering, penetration, ends with fluff, mention of cum, unprotected sex 
☆word count: 2.8k
☆a/n: please note that English is not my first language, and I am also dyslexic, so there may be some mistakes. However, I do my best to minimize them.
please support your creators! Reblogs and comments are really appreciated!
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Shut Up, Darling.
It wasn’t typical for you and Kento to argue. In truth, he wasn’t home much anyway—most days you barely managed a quick "Good morning" before he left, so there wasn’t even time to pick a fight. But today—today your patience finally snapped. Like every other day, Kento had left for work before you woke up, and by the time he got home, you’d already eaten dinner and were lying in bed. He hadn’t even bothered to respond to your texts, where you simply asked if he was okay.  
That silence hurt. After all, he was your boyfriend of years, and yet he felt distant, like a stranger. You felt ignored and neglected. The pain of it all, especially coming from him, stung deeply. When you did talk to him, it was like speaking to a machine, one that repeated the same, emotionless phrases—"I’m sorry," "It’s my job," "You’re right." Yet nothing ever changed.  
“Why are you still awake, sweetie?” Kento asked as he stepped into the bedroom. His blonde hair was disheveled, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and the first two buttons of his shirt undone. He lingered by the door, looking at you with mild curiosity—you were usually asleep by now.  
You set the novel you’d been reading down on the nightstand and glanced up at him. “I was waiting for you.”  
Kento raised an eyebrow, still standing by the door. “Waiting for me? You should’ve gone to sleep. I told you I’d be late again.”  
You sighed, sitting up in bed, your patience already thin. “That’s the thing, Kento. You’re always late. Every day, you leave before I wake up and come back when I’m already asleep. I don’t even know what’s going on with you anymore.”  
He ran a hand through his messy hair, a small frown forming. “You know it’s work. We’ve talked about this.”   
“Yeah, we have,” you shot back, voice sharper than you intended. “But talking doesn’t change anything. I feel like I don’t even exist to you anymore. You don’t answer my texts, you don’t check in—it's like you’re a ghost in your own home.”  
Kento's gaze dropped, his hands slipping into his pockets as he stepped further into the room. “That’s not fair. I’m doing everything I can for us. My job—”  
“Your job,” you interrupted, your frustration bubbling over, “isn't an excuse to completely shut me out. I’m not just some background noise you can tune out when it’s convenient. I’m your girlfriend, Kento. We’re supposed to be a team, and I feel like I’m in this alone.”  
He exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the conversation. “You know I love you. I’m sorry, I just... I don’t know how to balance it all.”  
“You always say that,” you muttered, fighting to keep your voice steady. “But nothing ever changes. What are we even doing if we don’t make time for each other?”  
There was a long pause, the room heavy with unspoken words. Kento’s jaw tightened, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low but firm. “I don’t know what you want me to say. This is how things are right now. I’m doing the best I can.”  
You looked at him, your heart aching. “I don’t need perfect, Kento. I just need you. And lately, it feels like I’ve lost you.”  
Kento’s face hardened, his calm demeanor cracking as he stepped further into the room. "What exactly do you want from me?" he snapped, his voice rising in frustration. "I’m breaking my back out there every day for us, and all you do is sit here and complain about how I’m not around enough!"  
Your heart pounded in your chest, anger bubbling up. “Complain? Complain? You don’t get it, do you? I’m not asking for much—just for you to act like you care, to show me that I still matter!”  
His eyes narrowed. "You matter? You think I’m out there working insane hours because you don’t matter? This is what I’m talking about—you’re never satisfied!" His voice was sharper than you’d ever heard, each word like a blade. “I can’t be everything for you when I’m doing everything for you!”  
You stood up from the bed, your hands trembling as your voice broke. "And I didn’t ask you to do all of this at the cost of our relationship, Kento! I’m tired of feeling like I’m talking to a wall, like you’ve already checked out of us!"  
"Jesus Christ," Kento muttered under his breath, his fists clenching at his sides. "Can you just—" He suddenly stepped forward, his presence towering over you. His voice dropped, cold and cutting, he raised his hand and aggressively, but not in a hurtful way, he squeezed your cheeks. "Just shut your fucking mouth."  
The words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, you froze, stunned by his outburst. Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you in one swift movement, pulling your face with his hand and crashing his lips against yours in an aggressive, forceful kiss.  
His hand left your cheek, now both hands are sliding behind your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you even closer, deepening the kiss. There was a desperate edge to the way held you, like he was trying to communicate something he couldn't put into words. His lips were demanding, a raw intensity that stole your breath.   
At first, you were too shocked to respond, but the heat between you grew undeniable, igniting something primal in the pit of your stomach. Slowly, your body responded on its own - your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the tension beneath your fingertips. His kiss softened, shifting from anger to something more fervent, almost pleading. You could feel his heart pounding, his breath shaky as if he'd lost control for a moment and didn't know how to find it again.  
Your lips moved together now with more rhythm, the urgency still there but tempered by something deeper, more vulnerable. His thumb brushed over your jaw; a surprisingly gentle touch that made your knees feel weak.   
You leaned into him, letting the kiss consume you both, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between you. The world seemed to blur around you as the kiss deepened, his body pressing against yours, grounding you in the intensity of the moment.   
The anger that had been in his kiss moments ago was now replaced with something else desire, maybe. Or perhaps even an apology, though no words were spoken. Finally, when you both broke apart, gasping for air, his forehead rested against yours. The tension between you crackled in the air, but the anger had dissipated, leaving something raw and real behind. You could still taste the kiss on your lips, the weight of his emotions lingering in the space between you.  
Your heart raced, torn between anger and the raw intensity of his touch. He finally spoke, his breath hot against your face as his eyes bore into yours. “Kindly, shut up, darling,” he whispered, his voice laced with both anger and something deeper, something almost desperate.  
He didn’t wait for you to speak – he just told you to shut up after all; his hands grabbed your hips, and they traveled under your pajama pants, his fingers digging into your skin.  He guided your body closer to the bed – his breath was unsteady, just like yours “Shit-” he groaned in a low husky voice. He pushed you down on the bed, your body slightly jumping from the bounciness of the mattress – you gasp, you were mad at him, but your pussy apparently wasn’t, your clit was already on fire with just one fierce full kiss, and the girl wanted more than just a kiss, shit – you could already feel your heart beating in between your legs.   
Kento didn’t waste time and got on top of you, his knees trapping you beneath him, his hands next to your head, before he got closer, he looked you up and down – God, you looked so good in your pajamas. He leans down, his hot breath hitting your neck, one of his hands leaves the spot next to your head and moves under your shirt, traveling up and down your stomach; his lips meet your body again, and he leaves soft wet kisses in your neck as he hums. They’re low sexy hums, the sound of his voice almost makes your ears orgasm if they could. “Kento...” you softly huff his name.   
“Shh, darling,” he says against your neck, his breath tickling your skin, your body shivers and you can feel your panties slowly getting soaked. He kisses your neck again “I’m sorry sweetie-” he whispers in between the wet kisses. The hand on your stomach travels further up, and he takes hold of your boob and squeezes it, your nipple grinds in the middle of his fingers, and you gasp - “I didn't mean to be rude to you, I’m just tired.” he says before kissing your temple. The sound of your gasp and your heavy breathing, the feeling of your boob under his hand and your hard nipple between his fingers makes something inside of him grow – and in his pants too.   
He pulls away and once again, takes a good look at you, his gaze is full of hunger and desire, his right hand, the one that wasn’t touching your boob, leaves the side of your head and pulls your shirt up to your neck, exposing your naked torso and your hard nipples. His gaze drops from your face to the hand squeezing your tit, his other hand now traces the side of your stomach, and his fingertips gently brush your skin – it tickles, and you can't help but contract your body at his touch and let soft sounds escape your lips.   
“Let me show you how much I care, sweetheart," without a warning he gets closer and takes one of your nipples to his mouth – as instinct your hands that were grasping on the bed clothing, now grab the hair in the back of his head pulling him closer – he groans, the sound is muffled.  
He nibbles your hard nipple, his tongue contours the firm tip leaving a trail of saliva all over your breast, the hand on your stomach takes hold of your other tit, and he squeezes it and holds it firmly – you have to bite back a moan. He starts sucking on your nipple like his life depended on it. The only sounds in the room were his muffled groans, your soft moans, and the wet sound his mouth was making – the sound of the friction of his mouth sucking your peak was music to your ears. But he couldn’t leave your other boob untended, so he went from one to the other, a line of saliva following from one nipple to the other.  
While he starts working on your boob, one of his hands slides under your pants, and his finger teases your wet pussy through the fabric of your soaked undies. “Let me apologize to you~” he whispers. Your breath catches and before you know it his hand slides under your panties, his fingertips start playing around with your wetness, and they slide between your folds, your labia hugs his fingers “Sweetie you’re so wet, I didn’t mean to make your cute little cunt cry with my harsh words” he muttered, his hot breath against your areola.   
You bite your lower lip as you suck up the moan you were about to let go, your fingers interwinding with his hair even more.  
His middle finger starts sliding up and down your pussy, adding more sound to already wet noises coming from his mouth and tongue on your tits. After teasing you enough, he slowly slides his finger inside you as his thumb caresses your clit in soft circles “Oh, Kento~” he chuckled at your little moan as his tongue played with your nipple, his teeth brushing against it.   
The tent in his pants was big and tight, so tight that the zipper on his pants is screaming for help – he keeps his focus on you, on the way your vagina feels around his finger and how your wet clitoris contracted under his thumb, he presses the finger harder against you, in response, you squeeze your legs at his touch and trap his hand in between your thighs. He chuckles again and pulls away from you. Your legs loosen again.   
He makes eye contact as he pulls your pants down. The sight of you like that drives him insane, a small smile forms at the corner of his lips, and he takes a deep breath as he starts to unbutton and unzip his pants – his gaze never leaves your eyes, even when he pulls his cock out. His cock is so hard that slaps his stomach. Your eyes travel to his member – God, you really want his fat dick inside of you more than anything.   
Nanami holds his big balls with one hand and strokes his thick length with the other, the precum helps his strokes become smoother “Shit-” the word escapes his lips. He lets go of his members and gets down so he can kiss your neck again.   
“Can I fuck you? Let me fuck you, sweetheart. Please let me fuck you, baby.” he pleads as he gently bites your earlobe. “Please... let me show how sorry I am.” his tongue licks your ear in and out.  
“Please... fuck me, Kento” you beg. He doesn't waste any time in positioning himself between your legs, he pulls your thighs closer to him, the way he grabbed them was aggressive and a little painful – you like that. He strokes his dick again and slaps it on your wet panties, teasing you through the fabric. In other circumstances he would’ve taken his time with teasing you like that – sliding his tip up and down your soggy underwear, grinding you before he finally gets inside of you. But, right now, he didn’t have time, so with his wet fingers he slid your panties to the side and slowly made his way in. “You’re so tight and wet, sweetie. Fuck-” he groans.   
He places his hands next to your head and starts slowly thrusting you, his balls hitting you in the process and making a sloppy noise.   
Your hands move to his back, gripping the fabric of his blue button-up shirt. Your moans start coming out louder and with more frequency. The way his cock fills you up makes you ecstatic.   
His thrusts become faster, harder. “I’m so sorry sweetie.” he gulps and buries his face on your neck again, taking in your scent. “You were right- your pretty kitty feels so good, baby” he bites your neck.   
With each thrust you cry out a moan against his shoulder, with each thrust the loose ends of his jacket brush against your belly, with each thrust he kisses your neck or bites it, with each thrust he groans near your ear and his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, with each thrust his balls slap your skin, with each thrust your pussy get tighter around his fat big cock, with each thrust his movements become sloppier, the wet sounds louder – your back arched, your body grinding against his, the fire on your clit burning, the electricity in your body growing and your eyes rolling to the back of your head.  
“Do you forgive me?” he asks, his voice a low growl against your soft skin.  
“Yes- I forgive you, Kento” you cry out, and finally, your whole body shakes underneath him, at the same time all of your four senses come out more alive than ever you also lose them. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart” he apologizes, because he’s not stopping even if you're too sensitive.   
When your orgasm is over your body is so sensitive that his touch hurts. But soon enough he fills you up with his cum “Oh- that’s it, sweetheart, take every drop of my cum” he growls loudly. His thrusts become slower until he finally stops and, still inside you he collapses on top of you. The moans suddenly stop and the only sounds are your heavy breathing.   
“I love you so much, sweetie” he mutters.  
As you start to play with his hair you mumble “I love you too”   
“God... I missed you so much – I missed this so much”   
You sigh “Me too”  
Gently he pulls away and sits up in front of you, his dick leaving your cunt.   
He looks down at your pussy and watches his cum dripping down your pussy. With his fingers he starts pulling the hot liquid back inside of you – you gasp again.   
“Kento....”  
“Shh, this is my apology gift for you. Now take it, darling.” 
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This was my first time writing smut like this! So please bear with me!!! Tips are accepted!
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malebreastmilk · 8 months ago
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how gojo would sleep with you imagine(?)!!!
Gojo ♡ Greedy ♡sleepy!gojo who is actually a bit nervous the first few times you cuddle despite his usually confident exterior, short glances trying to gauge if you’re comfortable with being so close with him like this, reassure him and watch the way his eyes light up ♡sleepy!gojo letting out fake and obnoxious yawns, throwing you fake frowns as if he was the saddest puppy in the world until you finally concede to his attempts at getting your attention, don’t expect to be moving once you’re next to him, he’s tangling his lanky build around you holding you tightly… he can’t lose you
♡sleepy!gojo SNORING like the perfect prince he is! denies that he snores if you mention it, he feels safe with you that’s all, he lets his guard down, he lets himself live, hold him while cuddling and watch him melt in your arms, blush painting his face pink, he’ll hold your hand with his and squeeze it, he’s eternally grateful
♡sleepy!gojo always ending up with all the blankets leaving you with nothing but him, not even anything you sleep with is safe…if you sleep with stuffed animals? across the room on the floor, he punches them when you aren't looking too! pillows? his side or also on the floor! despite that he’ll litter you with kisses when he wakes calling you all yours and his favorite pet names
“Goooooood morning my sleepyhead~! Are you ready for your morning kisses, because I know I’m ready for mine!”
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noira-l · 3 months ago
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𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭
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⋆ ★ '𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞' - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
chapter summary: you woke up, realising how handsome "your husband" is, it made you hot.
pairing: gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader
warnings: really suggestive, swearing, description of the body, mention of male anatomy, reader is really kinda horny.
author's note: well, I'm ovulating, I'm (not) sorry.
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Okey, what the fuck.
“Morning.” Satoru yawns, stretching. He sits down on the bed back to you. He lifts his arms up, tensing every muscle on this occasion. You watch as his back tips up, showing the years of work he has put into each of his training. You can see a pair of bright pink scars, on his pearly skin, that haven't exactly healed from all the fights he's had.
You followed his sizable hands with your eyes, down to his broad shoulders and a slight taper at the waist, which led lower…
Wait, what are you doing?
Did you just bite your lip? Looking at HIM?
Well, you wanted to slap yourself to get your senses back. Which, as it turns out, you did, unconsciously, because Satoru turned his head slightly toward you, with a smile at which, if you had been standing, your knees would have bent.
“You okay?” one eyebrow raised in a questioning gesture, smile widened, eyes sparkling with a beautiful radiance, profile appeared breathtaking. His gaze slid over your body. You got shivers.
“Yes!” you said it quite loudly, grunted "Good morning.’" you tried to smile as you always do. Although you are sure that your lip trembled.
You ran away with your gaze unable to look at him longer.
He rose energetically from the mattress and walked over to the wardrobe, still with his back to you. You clenched your fists on the blanket. In this angle, his silhouette looked even better, the light coming into the room created shadows on his body that accentuated every bit of his sculpted features. As if he was a sculpture, made by God to be admired, and you fell into a trap when your gaze landed on him.
You unintentionally watched his snowy hair, his broad shoulders, his hands that had just opened his wardrobe and… only now did you see how low his shorts hung on his hips, exposing protruding hip bones.
Oh shit.
He looked so good. His body looked so… delicious.
You were reminded of how sometimes those same bones poke into your back when you're sleeping. And sometimes, wanting to move away from them, you'll rub against something else, you always ignore it..
But...
Occasionally, when your shirt rises a little, you are able to feel his sculpted belly, the warm skin on your back making you shiver on contact. The hot, sweet breath on your neck that was intoxicating and his hands on your waist, holding you close to his hips.
You clenched your thighs together and swallowed nervously. You woke up in just such a position. Pressed tightly against something poking from his shorts. To something that felt hot and hard to you. Something that promised to give you pleasure when you lost yourself in it.
It would be enough, if maybe you just returned his barely existing rubbing against your ass. It would have been enough, if you'd lifted your leg hooking over his hip, opened yourself to him. It would have been enough, if you just said his name, with the lust you now feel inside.
You shake your head. Come on, what are you thinking.
"Hmm…" hummed. He turned to face you with two t-shirts in his hands "I don't know if I should wore white or blue, what do you think?" he looked quite thoughtful, as he alternately applied both colours to his body for you to see.
You think about how someone can have an eight-pack. And why is it him. Your gaze slid across your shirtsleeves and down his belly, to hips and to the barely visible line of white hair that led to…
You started to feel hot.
It wasn't the first time you'd woken up to such a sight, you knew the male anatomy and it had never do anything to you. So why now can you swear you're drooling at the sight of it?
You didn't hear him call you, at all. Mind still too focused on how his muscles lined up on his body, and what they would be like when you really touch them. He put both shirts back on the bedside table.
You let out a surprised sigh, so quiet, almost imperceptible, as he crawled on the bed towards you. Sizable hands moved across the bedding, showing how beautifully they could clench on you. You followed him with your eyes, breathing began to be uneven.
"Sweetie." his closeness and nickname brought warmth to your cheeks. He was so close. Close enough that you could feel his breath. Your gaze wandered to his pretty lips, pink, plump, just begging to be tasted. You could feel yourself beginning to tremble, like your body was on fire.
Please, do something...
"White or Blue?" crystal eyes gazing into yours. Glittering centres shimmered and turned in his half-closed eyes from sleeping. A face decorated with a slight smile, warm to your response.
Please..
"White." muttered, somehow swallowing nerowly the gulp that had appeared in your throat.
The smile only grew bigger. Revealing toothy grin, which often made you irresistible to him.
"I felt that way too, heh." he got up from the bed, taking this t-shirt and putting the other one away in the wardrobe.
You need to run. Now.
You got out of bed, walking over to the dresser to get your things, wanting to change in the bathroom. Legs felt soft and trembbling, heart beating very hard, breath uneven. Managed to get everything ready.
Just as you were about to grab the door handle you heard next to you
"E~? Where you going? I still need help with my pants too." could hear his smile in that statement.
You shut the door loud, hiding how much your cheeks burned with heat.
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Bathroom, you were leaning over the sink trying to calm your breathing. Washing your face, tried to scrub away the red that had appeared on your cheeks. Eyes still glossy, as you looked at yourself.
What is happening to you today?
When changing clothes, you knew you had to change your underwear. You sighed defeted, noticing how soaked you were there.
When was the last time you were so wet?
You glanced down at yourself, cheeks red, sensitive nipples poking out of your shirt, body shaking very softly.
You were pulling off your shirt, trying to change your clothes, as if that would make you not feel so dirty. You started looking for your bra, only to realise that you had left it on the dresser. You have to go back there. In this condition? To him?
Panic. You clutched at your hair nervously.
If he caught you in that state, you couldn't refuse, if he started touching you. You couldn't help it, if he flashed you a smile, said a few affectionate words and grabbed you by the hips again.
Screw it.
You burst into the room, with your arms crossed over your chest. You were confused. He wasn't in the kitchen either. Had he left? You called out to him. Silence answered you. Did he really leave without breakfast? Did he oversleep again?
You hid your face in your hands, thanking the heavens that they had mercy on you today. You don't even want to start thinking where you get these thoughts from, about him, and other things.
You glanced at the clock. It's still quite early, still time left before the kids should be up. You could still feel the pulsation between your legs, gaze wandered to the bed.
It was probably time to take care of yourself.
You still have a moment, right?
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ffsg0jo · 6 months ago
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tw: suggestive and also pretend everything ended after gojo was unsealed and that everyone's alive !!
you shouldn't be feeling this way. the entire world was in disarray, still recovering from the aftershock of chaos and destruction stomping hand in hand through the streets.
but your husband had changed drastically. since escaping the prison realm, he'd gotten thicker, bulkier, his frame now matching his larger than life ego.
the way his t-shirt deliciously hugged and stretched against his biceps. the baggy, white martial arts pants (which are almost see-through in the sunlight) left so much to the imagination, and god, you couldn't stop imagining what was underneath.
the pretty little bow tying it all together was just calling you, begging you to untie it and sink to your knees, revering him the way he deserved to be. you wanted your husband so badly that you couldn't focus on any of the tasks at hand. major damage control and cleanup were needed, but your mind was only on your husband. it was pathetic, and you felt ashamed, but you needed him, entire world be damned.
it was like a switch flicked in your brain. the 20 days he was locked up, you spent it all in a constant state of panic and worry, fighting to stay alive and to keep your students alive too. and the moment you saw satoru, you were taken aback, rooted to the spot.
there he was, your satoru in all his infinite glory. as he ran and gathered you up in his arms, you couldn't help but slightly whimper at the feeling of his taut muscles pressing against your softer form. he felt so good against your body and finally in your arms.
satoru, well versed in your body language, immediately understood what was going through your head. the same could be said for him, too. he spent hours upon hours alone in the prison realm, his body devoid of your touch, aching for you. not a second went by where he didn't think about your lips pressed against his heated skin and indulging in your soft, silky, warmth.
he could feel the blood rushing south as he heard you whimper. satoru wanted to kiss you so bad, but he knew if he did, he'd end up taking you right here, right now in front of everyone.
he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, another stamped lovingly onto your hairline. satoru held your face in his palms, forehead pressed against yours. his blue eyes shining with unshed tears, mirroring yours. god, he missed his wife so much. his sweet, sweet girl.
satoru's gaze softened, drinking you in properly now. he sees the bags under your eyes and tear tracks engrained into your cheeks. his soul breaks, as he realises how devastated and hearbroken you must have been.
"i love you so much," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your soft lips. "and i'm not going anywhere, my love. i promise."
you couldn't stop yourself leaning up and capturing satoru's lips in a frenzied kiss, you both groaning at the contact. satoru angled your face closer to his, his nose pressing deliciously into yours. he deepened the kiss, gasping at the way you tugged at his slightly overgrown undercut. you took that as an opportunity to slide your tongue past his lips and lick into his mouth.
he tongue fought against yours, wanting to taste every inch of your mouth. the kiss was becoming way too heated. your body pulled flush against his, his hardening length pressing into your stomach, moans escaping both of your lips. satoru drank all your noises up greedily, savouring them on his tongue.
the sudden loud cough to your right made you both pause, realising where you were. collecting yourselves, you slowly pulled apart, a string of saliva splitting as you moved away from your husband, his hands falling to your waist.
you were both panting and out of breath, but that now that you'd gotten a taste, it wasn't enough. you needed to feel his bare skin on yours. you needed to be completely consumed by him. you needed more.
before turning to face his students' satoru smirked at you. you never thought you'd say this, but you revelled in that stupid smirk of his.
'patience' his darkened, lust-filled eyes conveyed, his hands squeezing your waist, 'we have all night'.
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cinnamorollcrybaby · 17 days ago
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boyfriend!satoru who says “how are my girls doing?” when he gets home from missions much to your confusion because you’re the only girl in the house. he will then approach you and raise your shirt up to give each one of your boobs a soft kiss. those are his girls.
boyfriend!satoru who gets hard after only one passionate kiss. he can’t help it! you’re just a really good kisser :(
boyfriend!satoru who HAS to shower with you at all costs. if he hears that water start to run, he’s stripping while making his way to the bathroom because it’s shower time baby.
boyfriend!satoru who sings and dances in the shower with you to your playlist. it’s a whole ass concert in the bathroom
boyfriend!satoru who pouts like a puppy when you’re reading a book instead of paying attention to him. whatcha reading about anyways? you have a whole fairytale prince charming in your lap.
boyfriend!satoru who will not shut the fuck up about you. every conversation he has with his friends or peers will lead to you somehow. sometimes if his students want to get out of work for the day, they’ll ask how you’re doing, and he will literally go on and on about the cutest thing you recently did.
boyfriend!satoru who is your personal cameraman. he knows all the good angles, and he will take as many pictures as you like because he loves capturing you in his lenses.
boyfriend!satoru who blushes like a madman and short circuits when you say “thank you, daddy” randomly after he does something for you.
boyfriend!satoru who abandons all of his coyness when he’s balls deep inside of you, plowing you into oblivion. “that’s it… cum on daddy’s fat cock. you’re doin’ sooo good for me, angel. just a little more. cum with daddy, yeah?”
boyfriend!satoru who gives you the sweetest aftercare by drawing you a nice warm bubble bath. he thanks his wealth for being able to afford a big enough tub for the both of you because now he thrust into you slowly from behind in the warm water while whispering sweet nothings in your ear! <3
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rijhi · 11 months ago
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geto, gojo, toji, sunarin, atsumu, oliver, reo + ur faves
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atsumu, yuji, meguru + ur faves
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gojo, atsumu, sae, oikawa, reo, + ur faves
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nagi, that’s it
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TOJI LMFAOOO
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literaila · 7 months ago
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i always think of this whenever i’m abt to sleep
imagine yuji and nobara going over to megumis house during summer break (it’s rlly gojos house cuz yk) and imagine reader sitting on the couch with baby gojo and theyre so shocked gojo has another child😭
“no, satoru, i already told you not to—“
“it doesn’t even make sense,” he’s saying, rolling his eyes like he’s the child here. “why am i supposed to drink water, but she can’t?”
“first of all, you don’t drink water even when i force it down your throat—“
“i am beyond biology—“
“and second of all, because she’s a baby.”
he pouts. “won’t she get thirsty?”
“you literally just gave her a bottle. you stole it from my hands.”
“because i’m bonding.”
even as you bicker, the two of you are staring down at the little baby, watching as her eyes flicker in sleep, her nose scrunching up like she wants you to squeeze her.
and even as you fight, the smile on your face matches satoru’s—adoring, mesmerized by this tiny little thing in his arms.
so mesmerized, in fact, that you don’t even notice when the front door opens. or when three teenagers—stomping, like teenagers do—trail into the house.
megumi walks into the kitchen to grab something, but both yuji and nobara stop when they notice you and satoru on the couch. neither of them says a thing as they listen to your hissing voices—quiet enough not to wake the baby.
megumi walks back into the room, sipping from a glass, and raises a brow at both of his “friends.” they’ve been here before, they know where his room is.
“uh, are we supposed to just ignore them?” nobara asks, giving megumi a weird look.
he looks over—obviously not having noticed this scene—and then rolls his eyes. “yes.”
he turns to walk to his room, mind on textbooks and avoiding his very annoying parents, when yuji grabs his arm.
“but, fushiguro,” the voice says, voice soft and somehow whining. “there’s a baby.”
“and?”
yuji is too busy staring at the bundle in satoru’s arms to answer, and he carefully tiptoes over to the couch, wide smile on his face.
already cooing, of course.
you look up, grinning. “oh, hi, yuji.”
yuji tilts his head, watching as satoru traces tiny circles on baby soft skin.
satoru looks up. “i’m not letting you hold her,” he tells the boy, “it’s still my turn.”
you sigh. “satoru—“
“oh, no, i don’t—i mean, i don’t even know how. i just wanted to…” yuji is staring at the child like she’s an alien, but it took all of three seconds for him to become just as mesmerized as the two of you. “is she… yours?”
yuji’s eyes widen, and he looks perturbed back at megumi. was he not even going to mention his baby sister—
“seriously, dude?” nobara says for the two of them, punching megumi’s arm. “what else are you keeping from us?”
yuji looks back to the two of you, satoru nodding vigorously.
you pull his hair. “no, she’s not ours. we’re just babysitting for a friend.”
satoru coughs and says something that sounds suspiciously like “for now,” under his breath.
you pull at his hair a little harder, grinning at him when he can’t push you away.
“she’s adorable.”
nobara nears the three—four?—of you as well, looking at the baby. “are you sure you can trust him with her?” she asks you, giving satoru a wary eye.
you laugh and satoru pouts.
“it’s just a baby,” megumi says, groaning from behind both of his friends. “what’s the big deal? we have to study.”
“she’s cute,” nobara tells him, “that’s the big deal.”
“don’t listen to him,” you whisper, “he was all over her before he left.”
yuji laughs back at him and nobara huffs.
megumi just rolls his eyes again. “are you two coming?”
you smile at the two of them, then back at megumi. really, he’s sweet. really. “if you’re still here when she wakes up again, you can feed her.”
yuji grins. “really?”
“sure.”
“um,” satoru cough, eyeing you, very disturbed. “that’s my job.”
“you need to share.”
“i’m not sharing my own child—“
“not ours,” you sing, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“but she could be. i recently learned how babies are made, and i think we could pull it off—“
you laugh and megumi groans again. “i’m leaving,” he says, turning and storming down the hall.
“i’ll come and tell you if she’s hungry,” you say to the other two, ruffing yuji’s hair.
“okay!”
nobara gives the baby one last look, and then she’s following megumi out of the room, yuji taking just a moment longer—frowning—but eventually following along.
“i’m serious, you know,” satoru whispers, resuming his circles on her unblemished face.
“yeah, i know.”
“why not?”
“because you’re still a child, and megumi’s just started school—“
“megumi wants a baby more than i do.”
you roll your eyes.
“we’d make a good baby,” satoru says to you, “even cuter than her.”
you sigh, moving even closer to him, your side pressed up against his. “yeah.”
“i’ll wait,” satoru says, “but i know you’re lying.”
“i’m not lying—“
“you almost started crying when she sneezed earlier—“
“no, i did not—“
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genderjester · 7 months ago
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"why so hickeyless?" - the mauler
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