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our love is god

Gojo Satoru x f!reader Warnings: gaslighting, emotional manipulation (both light but current themes), codependency, get togethers and then break ups, reader cries a lot in the later half lol, cowgirl position, heavy petting, unsafe sex, creampies, baby trapping, hinted stalker gojo, drinking at a party. I think that's all but pls tell me if I missed anything. other than that, enjoy!! Word Count: 8.2k Notes: I can’t write him normally I fear </3 nor can I write a fic for him without including a title from the heathers lol anyway, he’s not as obsessed in this fic as I originally intended, but I still enjoyed writing this so :) I hope you all enjoy reading it!!! 🖤 Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI! Also available on ao3!

When Gojo first introduces himself to you, you’re the definition of unimpressed. He’s all pretty white smiles and even whiter hair, shining blue eyes with a knack of typically getting anyone he wanted. It’s why he took such a liking to you and your indifference to him, his status, his charms. 

So, you’re still not sure how you ended up dating him after almost a year of pursuing you. You’re stubborn, you can admit, but also weak for the idiot that is Gojo Satoru. He’s still as annoying as he was when you first met him, but there’s something about him now, that has captivated you. Maybe it was his persistence, or his wits, or the never ending love that spilled from between his ribcage whenever he was near you. 

Either way, you find yourself tied to his hip most days. Even though your majors in college are different, you’re still together more than people expected. Despite living together, being around the other is a necessity, a need, akin to each breath you exhale that he inhales into his own greedy mouth. You have your first class and he meets you for a quick break before his second; you have the whole afternoon off on Wednesday’s and you wait for him at the campus cafe you first met at; you want to stay home to study and he drags you off to a night with his friends. 

You don’t think that he can live without you. Not necessarily in the sense of being a man child and being unable to provide for himself, no. Gojo Satoru could do whatever he wanted, and did, long before you two had met. But, you think its a certain codependency that starts cracking at the perfect mirror that is your relationship. 

“Don’t you wanna be a stay at home wife after you graduate?” Satoru whispers in your ear, his mouth pecking your flesh as he hugs you tight to his chest. You’re on your couch, thighs split open to accommodate the thickness of him, his legs and his cock carving its way inside of you. The way your breath hitches doesn’t go unnoticed by the blue eyed man, but he can’t pinpoint if its from his words or the way he slowly pushes his hips upward until his tip nudges that sweet spot inside you 

“What are you talking about, ‘Toru?” You ask shakily, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, burying your face in his skin. But Gojo doesn’t let you escape, instead pries you away from his body until you’re forced to lean back on his knees. He likes this view the most, when you’re vulnerable, when he gauges you with things he knows will require complete honesty, that its harder to hide from him like this. 

“You heard me,” Satoru grins, nodding his head toward you. He holds your waist in too big hands, drinking you with all too knowing eyes, grin too wide to be anything else but devious. “Didn’t you tell me you wanted to be a stay at home wife before?”

“I never s-said that,” you whisper back, eyes fluttering shut when he starts using your body to fuck his cock. He fills you up in a familiar way, a way that you know you’ll always come home to, even when you get that sinking feeling that you should run. Gojo pouts at you, leaning his head back on the couch until all you see is his stare down the bridge of his nose, his Adams apple bobbing when he swallows down a moan. 

“Didn’t you?” Satoru questions, grin widening when he thrusts a little harder than you expect, feeling you clamp down tighter around him. You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut before they flutter open to glare at him, rolling your hips to get some friction on your neglected clit. 

“Stop it, ‘Toru, you always do this.” You groan under your breath, leaning your own head back to rest between your shoulders. 

The few hiccups you had in your relationship with Satoru always centered around his…cockiness, knowing he could get anything he wanted. While it was both a factor that helped you into this relationship with him, it also chips away at your love for him everyday. It’s nothing wrong with being ambitious, of knowing what you want. But its something completely different when that want goes against what your partner is saying isn’t okay with them. 

He’s done this before, with little trivial things. Don’t you love this kind of ramen? Even though he knew you had an aversion to spicier foods. Don’t you want to change your major to this instead? Even though you were sure and loved the major you had before. Don’t you want to change for me? Erase your identity for me? Become one symbiotic being fused into me? Don’t you want to live in my skin, as I want to with yours? Don’t you love me? 

“I do not,” Gojo huffs, leaning forward to grip your head on both sides, leveling your glare with his own relaxed one. “You just have so much going on in that pretty little head of yours, that you forget things sometimes.”

“I think I would remember saying I wanted to waste away all the years I worked my ass off for college, just to stay at home and be up under you everyday.” You snip back, losing your concentration for your impending orgasm, growing more and more frustrated as he keeps yapping his stupid mouth. Gojo must sense this though, as his hands slither down to your hips, holding you still as he fucks up into you hard enough that you cry out and topple over into his chest. 

“That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea to me,” Satoru grunts out, holding you close as he keeps snapping his hips into you. It’s like something within him has changed in just a split second; like you speaking the words aloud have rung true in his mind. It should scare you, that he’s not paying attention to the sarcasm in your voice, nor your disdain for the idea itself. But, he doesn’t stop snapping his hips until you cry out and shake in his lap, cunt clenching down around him sporadically as you mewl into his skin. 

“I like the idea of coming home to you,” he grunts in between breaths, still using your hole even though you whine to him about sensitivity. “With a big rock on your finger, all domestic, waiting and dependent on me.” 

He whispers the last part, squeezing you to him even tighter before you feel him shoot ropes of cum inside of you. Its warm—and always familiar—making you sigh as you slump into him even more. You let him finish before hearing him let out a final low grunt, pulling you into him until your head is tucked under his chin. You sit there in silence, feeling him still throbbing inside of you, and you think he must still be having those stay at home wife fantasies. You want to put an end to them immediately, so you speak up in the quietness of the room,

“Don’t get stuck in your head thinking your fantasy will become reality, Satoru.” You remind him, pinching his side where your arms rest. You can hear his smile in his voice when he speaks, wrapping long arms tight around you, so tight you fear you may never escape. 

“It always does.” He singsongs, pecking the crown of your head before resting his cheek on top of it. You frown, going to pull away, but he holds you so tight, that your breath momentarily escapes you. 

“Well, not this time.” You mumble, feeling the tiredness of a long week start to overtake you. Gojo doesn’t say anything for a long time until he’s sure you’re sleep, whispering into the air, 

“We’ll see about that.” 

…

You’re surprised that Gojo is surprised when you break up with him. You thought he would’ve been able to see it coming, especially since you had started pulling away in your last few weeks together. Instead of spending damn near every moment together, suddenly you were always busy with something else; you couldn’t go to the cafe, couldn’t sneak into empty hallways between classes, couldn’t come to the parties his friends would throw. 

He thought he could pull you into him more during these moments, discuss things he knew you loved, dropped subjects he knew would push you away. But it was too late for any of that—you were checked out of this relationship before your mouth could even form the words. 

“You don’t mean that.” Gojo mutters under his breath, the fringe of his hair blocking his vision as his head hangs low between his shoulders. He sits on that same couch where he tried to convince you that his dream of you dropping everything to become a stay at home wife was your idea. The thought makes your stomach churn—he’s always done this to you. Always planted ideas in your head that you knew weren’t true, but if Satoru said it, then there must be some sort of truthfulness in it, right? 

“I do.” You say firmly, back straight where you stand in front of his hunched over form on the couch. Your body is poised to run in case he does something unhinged, and you’re sure he won’t, but you refuse to take any chances. He gets quiet for a long while, before croaking out a quiet,

“Why? What did I do?” You could scoff. What did he do? What didn’t he fucking do to you to drive you to this point? 

What was the driving force to disconnecting from him? You wonder if it was the codependency that he forced upon you, like he couldn’t live without you? If it was the constant messages of your whereabouts that shredded you thin, when you weren’t around him, when you tried to be independent? Was it the clinginess? The feeling of his skin glued to yours all the time, the feeling of being trapped in his shadow? Was it the overbearing love, the struggle to breathe on your own? Was it all of it? But instead of expressing any of this, all you can spit out is a meekly excuse,

“I just don’t think we’re meant to be together.” You whisper, suddenly ashamed at your cowardice. You had a whole speech prepared on how you would break up with him, how you’d point out his flaws, his incapacity to love you as a person and not as a possession. But you swallow it all down, afraid too much will come back up, that you’ll ruin the front of your clothes with your verbal bile that he won’t be able to clean like he used to anymore. 

“That’s it, huh?” Satoru asks you quietly, craning his neck slightly so that a glowing blue eye can peek through his fringe. It unnerves you more than it should, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand with every passing second. He knows there’s more to it, more that you refuse to say, but honestly, you’re not sure if its worth it anymore. You just want to leave. 

“That’s it.” You nod, finality barely lacing your tone, as you still stand on shaky grounds. You clear your throat and look around the apartment, wringing your hands together as Gojo continues to watch you. 

“I’ll, uh, get my clothes and stuff tomorrow. You can keep everything else.” You tell him, avoiding his gaze as your eyes dart over to the front door. You wonder, if he chases you, will you be able to make it out alive? 

“Where are you going to live?” He asks you, finally lifting his upper body so that he sits up on the couch, his hands folded neatly in his lap. You don’t think he’s taken his eyes off of you yet. 

“Me and a friend found an apartment not too far from campus.” You don’t want to disclose too much information, afraid he would find you and pretend that you guys never broke up. Pretend that everything is okay, and be glued right back to your flank as if nothing had ever happened. Or maybe you just think the worst of him, you conclude, when Gojo smiles at you. It’s not as unsettling as you would think, more on the side of acceptance, but it baffles you all the same. 

He unfurls himself from the couch, standing too tall, too broad, too intimidating, despite the fact that he curls in a little to keep you from being scared. He opens his arms to you, and you try not to stare at the bulging muscles beneath his black tee, muscles that are all too familiar and call your name to come running back home. 

“Well, okay then.” Gojo finally speaks after what feels like hours. “I wish you the best.” His voice sounds all too genuine, all too sweet and convincing. 

He’s taking this…well? Gojo, who wouldn’t let you breathe in your own breaths without his mouth being pressed right against yours? Whose heart slowed to the rhythm of your own to always be in sync? Who would hold you close every night, almost as if in fear that you would escape in the night and leave him stranded? He’s…alright with you breaking up with him?

Like you’re under a spell, your feet move heavily until they fit perfectly between his own spread ones, arms coming up to his sides until he embraces you tightly. He’s warm, always is, and smells so familiar that you feel your own heart ache knowing that his scent will become a haunting memory instead of the comfort of home. He wraps you up in him until his arms squeeze your shoulders and your face is buried into his chest. 

You don’t realize that you’re crying until he kisses the top of your head, shushing you to stop your hiccuping sobs as you cling to his shirt. Why are you crying? This was your decision after all. But why does him accepting your breakup hurt more? Why didn’t he fight for you? He would always fight for you. 

“Okay, I have a lecture in about twenty minutes.” Gojo tells you, a signal to pull away, and you do, but it hurts more than it really should. You wipe your face with your sleeve, avoiding his eyes as he holds you back by the shoulders, ducking his head down to catch your gaze. 

“I’ll always love you, you know that?” He tells you, eyes searching your face. You swallow down a hiccup, scrubbing at your eyes petulantly as you nod a few times. 

“I hope you have a successful life.” You can almost hear him tacking on a quiet without me, but he only smiles at you again before pecking your forehead one last time. After that, he squeezes your shoulders before he lets you go, turning on his heel as he starts gathering a few things. He’s at the door in what feels like seconds, his broad back facing you, feeling you staring at him. He turns his neck until his eye catches your own, winking at you once before opening the door and walking out. 

It’s the last time you see Gojo for a while, and it makes you feel emptier than you care to admit. 

…

As time goes on, you start to get better. Things get a little easier to deal with, you start gaining more independence while living with your friend, start going out more, getting better grades. You never thought that you were necessarily a terrible match with Satoru, but you think in certain aspects that he held you back more than you ever recognized in those moments. 

But, overall, everything is going fine. Well, mainly everything, save for your love life. 

You wanted to take a break from dating after being in your relationship with Gojo for over a year, but its been eight months since you split, and you don’t see yourself getting with anyone else in the meantime. You’re in your last year of college, so you’re hoping for some kind of hookup before you graduate, but it feels like something else is off. Like the people around you avoid you when you’re near if they aren’t already yours friends, like they’re hesitant to be near you without setting clear boundaries that they’re not interested in you at all. 

You chalk it up to your past with Gojo, as most people knew you were together. Maybe they’re scared of pissing him off and getting with his ex. You’ve heard rumors from people that he thinks you’ll get back together soon, but you’re not sure if these words actually came from him, or if people just like to gossip. Either way, you try to let it roll off of your back, and put yourself out there to people who don’t go to your school. 

Which still ends up being a dud. You think you just might be cursed, or something. You can’t even get laid with a random hookup! You’re sure its Gojo doing something to make everyone lay off of you, but you also haven’t spoken to him since the breakup, so you’re not sure if confronting him about it is a great idea. 

Except, the choice is taken from you when you find yourself in the cafe that you first met him in, and he’s there too. You hadn’t noticed him, if he was already there when you came, or if he slithered in after you, but he’s there. Sitting diagonal from your booth, facing you, hands under his chin as he yaps away to his friend, Suguru. You remember the guy well, although you were never too close with him, and he seems intrigued with whatever Gojo is blabbering on about, which is typically unusual. 

Your eyes quickly flit back over to your laptop screen where you text who you’re sure will be another unsaved contact from a dating app, pretending to not see the white haired man. But luck hasn’t been on your side in a while, as you can see him perk up from the corner of your eye as his whole body turns to you, his conversation abruptly cutting off. He calls your name once and you pretend not to hear him, but then he’s standing and making his way over to you, and you fear you can’t avoid him any longer. 

“Long time no see.” Gojo greets you, standing over your table with too big a grin. You act surprised at the sight of him, gasping a little before raising your eyebrows, fingers slowing in their typing until they stop. 

“Hey, its been a while, hasn’t it?” You ask, even though you know, and you’re sure he knows too, that you’ve been avoiding him as much as humanly possible. But Gojo only smiles wider at you, cocking his head to the side as he takes you in shamelessly, and you do the same. 

He looks…bigger, than he did before, his shoulders broader, his physique just a little wider than you remember. He looks more relaxed than you think he would be, after you unceremoniously breaking up with him, and then actively avoiding him for almost an entire year after that. He looks…good. 

“May I?” Gojo asks, referring to the seat in the booth across from you. You stutter for a second, wondering if you should allow him back in, even if its in the tiniest amount. You did last time, in this same cafe, and ended up with him glued to your very being. You don’t know if you’re strong enough to unstick him another time. But you swallow and force a smile, nodding once to the empty space in front of you. 

“Sure,” you mumble, trying to quickly shut out the dating app on your laptop, exiting out of the messages without looking too obvious. But its like Gojo always knows when something is up, and he rests his chin in his hand as the other taps at the table, too loud in the quiet cafe. 

“Meet anyone new yet?” He asks, making your eyes shoot up to his own guiltily. But he smiles that easygoing smile at you, making you suck in a deep breath as you finally calm enough to close out the app. 

“No luck in that department yet. Not sure if its an unfortunate thing, though.” You hum, eyes flittering up to his own that are covered by his infamous circled glasses. He never really wore them when he was around you, and you feel weird by the sudden melancholy that overtakes you at the thought. You’ve grown without me, Satoru, you don’t treat me the same anymore. I thought you always would. 

“Me neither, but I don’t think its unfortunate.” He tells you, tilting his head a little to the side as he huffs out a humorless laugh. You want to ask him what he means by that, but you’re afraid of the answer. Thankfully, he speaks before you find out what his statement really meant. 

“How were you grades last semester? Did you end up passing that dick professor’s class?” Gojo asks softly, all of his attention on you, makes you feel a little overwhelmed, and all too familiar. But if its a negative thing, you can’t really figure it out. You didn’t like the constant attention, the clinginess and dependency, but there was something about someone so devoted to you. Someone who looked at you like you molded lighting bolts in hand and struck down soft soil to create the earth. Someone who looked at you like you held the secrets of their life behind your teeth, like some prophet one could only wish to get close to. 

“I passed. Barely.” You mumble, smiling a little when Gojo celebrates with a clap and a small cheer, making Suguru turn around slightly to catch the commotion. He calms when he sees you sink in on yourself in embarrassment, smiling at you all the while with a look too familiar. That goes on for what feels like hours, like the entire world has sunken away, drowned out into a blurry nothingness as your background. 

Here, its just you and Satoru. Here, there are no issues or problems in your relationship. Here, you love him and he loves you and that is enough. Here, your love for him conquers all doubt and fear. Here, your love is perfect. 

The spell is broken suddenly when Gojo leans back in the booth, stretching a little. You feel the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding come flooding back to you, making you slump over a little in your seat. A ding from your computer signals suddenly, making your eyes dart over to the notification. Its from the dating app, the guy you were just texting suddenly telling you that he can’t make it to your date tonight, but that he’d love to see you after midnight at his place. 

You deflate, and Gojo is far too perceptive. He clears his throat once, making your eyes snap back over to him in surprise, and then quickly guilt. But why do you feel so guilty? You’re single, you broke up with him. But its something about the way his mouth twitches at the corner, that makes shame sink deep into the pit of your belly. 

“I’ll see you around,” Gojo says lowly, tipping his head at you and standing before you can get a word out. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, before managing to spit something out, 

“And I’ll—I’ll see you!” You cringe the moment the words leave your mouth. But Gojo only gives you a half smile, reaching out to rub gently at the crown of your head, an act he would always do whenever you did something he was quite fond of. You guess things never really change. 

…

Your roommate had convinced you to go to a party with her, one to celebrate the end of your fall semester. You were reluctant at first, but after the umpteenth rejection, you decide your ego needs some kind of boost. Since it was a little colder, you dressed warm, but still adorned something that you hope would draw more eyes to your form. 

When you get there, the party is in full swing. There’s a loud bass playing somewhere in the house, people littering the dance floor, cups of mysterious juice being passed around to everyone who enters. As you make your way inside, you quickly lose sight of your friend, and it doesn’t bother you as it usually would. 

Tonight, you’re on the hunt for someone new—someone not Gojo. But, you think you might’ve personally pissed off a deity or something, because of fucking course, he’s there at the party. Sitting on a couch between his friends with his too long limbs and dark glasses despite it damn near being pitch black in the house, save for some colorful lighting strobing across the walls. 

You catch his face, a stream of a soft baby blue gracing his features, at the same time his head turns in your direction. Even though you can’t see his eyes, you know he’s looking at you. You can always tell when he is. And he smiles a little smile, tipping his head and his cup to you, and awkwardly, you do the same back before stiffly turning on your heels to head for the kitchen. 

It’s just as stuffy in there as the rest of the house, but there is a little more breathing room. You take a second to catch your breath, mumbling a quick apology to whatever deity you pissed off, before grabbing a cup. 

“Hey, can you pour me some too?” A voice rings out from beside you, making you perk up in surprise. You look over and find a pretty handsome guy beside you, smiling and offering a red solo cup in your direction. He smiles when you look at him, and you smile back with a nod. 

“Of course. Tell me when,” you say over the loud music, filling up his cup and laughing when a little spills over because the guy is too busy looking at you. He chuckles under his breath, grabbing a few napkins to wipe up the mess as he stands there watching you pour your own drink. 

“I don’t usually fumble this bad, you know.” The guy tells you, pretty smile beaming as you look at him from over your cup, mirth shining in your eyes. You cock an eyebrow at him, resting your hip against the counter. 

“Oh, really?” You tease, to which he nods quickly. “So I just make you nervous then, huh?” You grin, to which he grins back cheekily, shrugging a little as he forgoes an answer to take a swig of his drink. Conversation with the guy goes smoothly for a few minutes, before he suddenly turns stone still, looking over your shoulders. You cock an eyebrow, repeating your previous question, before turning to see what’s captured his attention. You don’t see anybody, and when you go to ask him what’s wrong, you discover that he’s already disappeared into the crowd. 

The rest of the night goes eerily like this, like there’s some bad omen just lingering above your head, like there’s some warning sign strapped to your chest telling people to stay far away. Every conversation that you start with someone ends up the same; a look over your shoulder, before turning pale, and scurrying away with some excuse about having to be somewhere else. 

By the end of the night, you have to bite back tears in the bathroom as you stare yourself down in the mirror. Is it your clothes? Your breath? Your makeup? What the fuck is driving everyone away from you like some walking disease?

The answer to your question pops up in front of you the moment you swing the bathroom door open. Gojo stands in the doorway, entirely too tall, entirely too broad, entirely too handsome. Maybe its the few drinks you’ve downed in the past couple minutes, but the alcohol in your belly is pulling you home. 

“I saw you come up here, and you looked upset, so I just wanted to check on you.” Gojo tells you under the muted bass of the music downstairs. He looks so sincere, his glasses pushed down to the perkiness of his nose, looking at you with a gaze so intense, you feel your legs tremble. 

“I know we broke up a while ago, but I still care for your well being, you know that right?” He professes, reaching a hand out to wipe away a stray tear you hadn’t caught. You try not to lean into his palm when his hand lingers, and he’s gone too fast for your liking. 

You stare up at him all the while, silent, taking him in. It’s been so long since you’ve got to look at him, really look at him, and take every part of him in. When you look at him, you don’t see the dependency or the whining or the frustration when you became too independent. 

No, you see the Satoru that loved you, that put you to bed on nights when you put your physical health after your studies. The Satoru that celebrated your accomplishments every opportunity that he had, who encouraged you to do more, try harder, be your best self. You see the Satoru that always offered companionship, even on days when things were too hard for him to handle himself. You see the company that always stayed beside you, the familiarity of him, his smell, his pretty blue eyes, his chest that welcomed your tears and your snot and every cry you’ve ever had. 

Without a word, you fall into his chest, arms still limp at your sides. You catch him off guard a little, feeling him stumble back once before he braces himself, bringing his arms to wrap around your whole body. He squeezes you tight to him, rubbing the back of your head as you hiccup little cries into his shirt, clutching the fabric of his sweatpants tight in your trembling hands. 

He stands there and lets you get all of your emotions out until you finally slow, still rubbing a comforting hand over your head and down your flank. When your hiccups have longer and longer intervals, is when he finally pulls you back by your shoulders. The position is all too familiar, makes you have flashbacks to that day where you changed the course of both of your lives. Gojo squeezes your shoulders when he sees your bottom lip tremble, and he can’t help but pout back amusedly at your watery eyes. 

“You wanna get out of here, and go back home?” He asks you, leaning down a little so that his face is so close to yours. You can see the different specks of blue in his irises, watch how his nose crinkles a little when you hiccup again and nod slowly, how his mouth curves into a smirk when you wipe at your face with the backs of your hands. 

“Okay, let’s go then.” He says softly, unable to resist leaning forward to peck at your forehead. Your eyes close at the contact, feeling yourself melt back into the person you were a year ago, melded into Gojo, and always finding yourself going back home with him. 

…

Everything feels all too familiar, at the moment. You ride in Gojo’s sleek black car late in the night, the windows rolled down and music that you both hate playing too loudly on the speakers. The only thing different, is that you’re still teary, and he’s quiet. 

“I’m really sorry, you know?” You mutter, still wiping away the tears as they flow freely, now you think because of the alcohol. You wish you would’ve been able to have this conversation a little more sober, but its too late now. You just babble on and on while Gojo listens, one hand on the wheel and the other resting in his lap. 

“I just felt so overwhelmed in our relationship, like I wasn’t myself anymore. And I can’t blame you, like, I have to take some accountability for not doing more to maintain my identity in order to appease you. But I just—I just lost who I was and I just needed a break, but I don’t want space from you anymore.” You rattle on, too afraid to look over at him, scared his jaw would be ticking and his mouth would be set in a firm line. The car is silent for a few seconds before Gojo speaks up,

“So that’s it?” His voice crackles in the car above the music that quiets for a few beats. “We were just on a year long break, and didn’t actually break up?” Your stomach sinks at his words, hands wringing together as you try to piece an explanation together quickly. 

“Well, um—”

“So glad I didn’t cheat then.” Gojo cuts you off, making your head whip over to him in surprise. He’s grinning now, big and wide, reaching a hand over to squeeze at your thigh as he tilts his head in your direction to wink at you. You feel yourself slowly deflate, nerves crumbling with every passing second, every sentence Gojo prattles on with about how much he missed you. 

When you finally gain your composure, you realize that you’ve stopped at a red light, and Gojo is looking at you again. You blink bleary eyes at him—so sweet, so innocent—you watch him practically melt in the drivers seat. His skin is tinged with the red of the traffic lights, makes his eyes look even paler, his mouth even pinker. You sigh softly into the air when his big hand snakes up to cup your cheek, finally allowing yourself to relax into his touch. 

“You’ve always been such a pretty crier.” Gojo whispers to you, and you want to kiss him so, so bad, but you don’t. You let him take control since you hurt him so bad with the breakup, let him control the moment, but you secretly wish that he kisses you until your lungs stop. Instead, he runs his thumb across your bottom lip before pulling away, and you belatedly realize that its because the light has turned green. 

Gojo's hand drops into your lap again though, rubbing gently at your thigh as you keep staring at him. He’s talking about how little the apartment has changed since you’ve been gone, about you moving back in, about having some movers ready before the weekend is up. And you’re listening, you are, but its so hard to fully tune into what he’s saying when he looks so pretty and his big hand keeps stroking at your sensitive thighs. While looking at him, you try and inch his hand closer between your legs, so many memories flooding back of you being in this same position before. 

Except, this time, Gojo does not appease you. No, instead he turns to you with a frown, eyes bouncing back and forth from you and the road, as he stills his hand when you try and tug at it. 

“What were you saying earlier? About needing a break before, about wanting to wait?” He asks you softly, cooing at your little pout that instantly takes over your face. 

“Just wait until we get home, baby. I’ve been without you for so long now, I wanna cherish the moment.” He says fondly, tugging at your bottom lip when you pout. You nod, but don’t say anything, dejected at your rejection from him, telling yourself you should’ve known that things wouldn’t have gone back to the exact same. Only, Gojo sees your little pout, and he’s missed you so damn much, that he can’t help but spoil you. Just a little. 

“Unzip your jeans for me, love.” Gojo calls out to you, nodding his chin in the direction of your legs. You try not to perk up too much, but you listen without a moments hesitation, quickly unbuttoning your jeans, zipping the zipper down in the now quiet car. 

You don’t take them off or shimmy them down your hips too far, just a little, just enough for Gojo to squeeze his hand between them and your panties. From there, he pets gently at your cunt, lithe fingers stroking between your lips, pushing as far as he can into your hole that pulsates around the fabric. He pulls and gently tugs at your pubes, grinning when you hiss, and taps his finger against your hole once more. He feels your increasing wetness starting to spread, and it makes him chuckle, moving deft fingers up to start petting at your clit. 

You sigh softly, dropping your legs open as much as you can with the restrictive material, holding onto Gojo’s arm like a life jacket. And he lets you, coos down to you about how sensitive he forgot you were, how swollen your little clit is already, how you’re seeping through your panties, how dirty you’ve always been for him. When you feel close to coming, from being untouched in so long, from missing his fingers so much, he suddenly stops. 

You whine, digging your nails into his arm as you blink at him confusedly. But Gojo is already pulling into the apartment complex, grinning all the while. 

“Don’t worry,” he says, tapping your clit once, twice, with the pad of his finger to watch your hips stutter. “I’ll get you what you want in no time.”

…

Falling into bed with Satoru is as familiar as breathing, as walking, as loving him. Feels as familiar as waking up beside him and being welcomed by your favorite coffee drink and being kissed despite your morning breath. Feels as familiar as your skin melting into his own, as sharing a set of lungs and kidneys, as your hearts beating the same pattern that is all too familiar with you both. 

When he sinks his cock into your aching heat, you feel like all is right in the world again. What were you thinking before, when leaving him? How could you do that to him, to the both of you? Why would you ever leave when Satoru always felt this good?

You moan into his mouth when he lays on top of you, flat on your back with one leg over his shoulder, as he traps your other leg between his thighs. His pubes brush against your clit when he leans into you, his fringe brushing away the sweat starting to gather on your forehead, huffing a laugh against your lips. 

“Did you miss this? Miss me? I haven’t heard you say it enough tonight.” Gojo teases you, rolling his hips into your sweet cunt with every word. Your eyebrows screw up at the pleasure, and he can’t help but blink bleary eyes open to admire how pretty you look under him. You nod quickly, nose bumping against his as you wrap your arms tight around his shoulders. 

“Missed you so much. ‘M so sorry for leaving,” you babble on, grinding your hips into his, feeling him throb deep inside of you at your words. He groans, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of your lips, dipping it inside when you so graciously welcome him in. 

“You miss me, or was it just my cock?” Satoru asks against you, laughing a little when you quickly shake your head, holding him tight to you. 

“Missed you, missed you so fuckin’ much, ‘Toru.” The sound of his nickname falling from your lips makes him groan into your cheek, pulling his hips back to fuck into you a little harder. He holds the back of your head until your foreheads press together, eyes staring at your fluttering ones from the pleasure, drinking in every piece of you that he can get. 

“You still love me, don’t you? Didn’t forget about how much, right?” Satoru asks, hips starting to slam into yours, pace quickening. Your moans are stuttered with every breath, and you’re sure you’d be sliding up the bed if he didn’t keep such a tight grip on you. You throw your head back with a little yelp when he suddenly presses a wet thumb to your clit, rubbing it in quick little circles. 

“Huh? Did you forget all your love for me?” Gojo sounds disappointed in you, and that’s the last thing you wanted. Your hands find his nape and his scalp, pulling as soft as you can as you blink a few times through the tears of pleasure. 

“No, never, I could never forget, ‘Toru. Love you so much, so, so much,” you chant your love for him, holding on for dear life to his skin when he starts fucking you with renewed passion. Your words make his cock throb from deep inside of you, make him wanna bring you to the edge just like how he used to. 

And he does, but only this time, he doesn’t let you jump from the edge, no. Instead, Gojo pulls out, shushes your cries with a kiss to your greedy mouth as he moves your leg from his shoulder. He positions you until your lower body is twisted to the side, legs tight together, pretty plump lips peeking from between. He slots his dick back inside of you, comfortable and familiar, sinking in deep and growling at your squeak at how thick he feels in this position. 

“Fuck, feels like you’re splitting me open, ‘Toru!” You whine, reaching out for him when he sits up on his knees. He leans into you, lets you cup his cheek, sucks your thumb into his mouth when it falls open. Gojo looks rabid now, his glasses slipping off of his face as his hips slam into you. Usually, he wouldn’t be so desperate, but you’ve deprived him of this sweet pussy far too long for him to be rational about any of this. 

“You like that? Yeah?” Satoru asks you, one hand holding your hip, the other reaching out to squeeze one of your tits in his hand. You push your chest out to him, nodding and hiccuping as you moan with every thrust inside of your aching cunt. 

“Yeah,” you whine back, eyes glossy as your hands fall back, one holding onto your pillow beneath you that smells just like his shampoo. The other grips the back of his hand that holds your tit, eyes screwing shut when he sneaks down to start thumbing at your clit again. 

“You’re so desperate for me, isn’t that right?” Satoru coos down at you, glasses falling from his face, bouncing off of your hip. He pants from above you, his usual carefully styled hair going awry and all over his head, licking his lips as he stares down at you. You nod quickly, holding on for dear life as you start feeling your orgasm starting to creep on you again. 

“Must’ve been miserable everyday without me, without my cock.” Satoru groans down, leaning back on his knee as he keeps fucking you to admire the sight. He throws his head back when you squeeze your thighs even tighter, cunt clamping down around him, gritting his teeth all the while. 

“Knew you’d come crawling back to me, it was only a matter of time. You looked so pretty doing it,” He growls, watching your telltale signs that your orgasm is near. But, Gojo is a petty bastard, and still insists that he makes you wait. For all its worth, its the least you could do for breaking his heart over needing stupid space. 

He waits until he’s sure you’re on the brink of your orgasm before pulling out once more. You groan and whine this time, but he only manhandles your body until you’re on your stomach, thighs pressed together once more. He cages your legs between his own, pulling at your cheeks until they spread for him, and he takes a second to admire the pretty sight before him. Gojo can’t help but lean down and press a quick kiss to your dripping hole, feeling you clench down quickly and squeak. 

He laughs at you and smacks a hand down on your ass before sitting up again, holding his base so that he can tease his cock at your hole. You whine for him to stop teasing you, to put it in already, make you cum like he has so many times before. 

And he does just that; pressing his leaky tip in inch by slow inch until you’re full of him. You let out a filthy moan until his base and balls are snuggled into your ass, whole body going limp below him. You let him use you as you please, head feeling fuzzy the entire time as he leans his body weight on top of you, fully crushing you. 

“Our love is so strong, isn’t it?” Gojo hums into your ear, committing to slow strokes this time, because he likes how you quiver underneath him when he grinds his tip against your sweet spot. “Feels like nothing could ever break it, like nothing could ever come between us.” 

He kisses your shoulders as he speak, intertwining his fingers into yours, holding your hands where they rest on the pillows beneath you. Its an intimate gesture, makes you swallow the cry that wants to rip out of your throat, burying your face into fluffy fabric that smells of him to moan loudly. 

“You wanna make it even stronger, don’t you?” Gojo whispers under his breath, feeling his cock brush your sweet spot over and over until it drives you crazy. All you can do is nod, squeezing his hand as he nibbles at your ear. 

“Let’s have a baby, together.” His words should alarm you, and so should the lack of a condom that you’re just now realizing. So should how sinister his voice has become, and how his cock swells and kicks inside of you at just mentioning it. 

But, it doesn’t. You don’t think you’ve ever loved him more, supported an idea as much as you did in that vert moment. 

“How’s that sound? Really solidify our love for each other, right?” Satoru pushes and pushes and pushes until you’re teetering on the edge once more. You know, that if you answer correctly, he’ll let you finally jump over. So you do. 

“Put a baby in me, Satoru,” you demand of him, words muffled by your face in the pillows. Gojo groans loud at that, eyes squeezing shut as he thrusts into you so hard that it sends you up the bed, the friction on your clit finally making you reach your orgasm. You cry out loudly, head flying back as Gojo shushes you, mouthing at your throat all the while your legs kick up and your toes curl. 

“And after this, you can make your dreams of being a stay at home mom finally come true.” You drown his words out as you cum, shaking beneath him as you gush all over his cock, long awaited after being denied three times tonight. You think its worth it, even though the back of your mind convinces you that you’ve just made a deal with the devil himself. 

But its hard to be upset when Gojo cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim as he groans into your cheek. His hips keep bucking and stuttering inside of you, fucking his cum back in when you feel it start to slowly slip out. He doesn’t let even a drop slip from around his cock, keeps fucking you and fucking you until you cry about being sensitive. Only then, does he pull out, but he props your tired hips up. 

“Can’t let any of it go to waste, right?” You can hear the grin in his voice, but you’re too tired to tell him you started birth control a few months ago. He rubs your hips and your ass, fingering his cum back in every time your hips shake from exhaustion. Only when you collapse on the bed, knocked out cold, does he let up. 

Gojo sits back on his knees to admire you, the fingertip shaped bruises on your hips, your spent cunt, your drooling mouth, your shut eyes, and wonders. Wonders how you’ll feel years down the line when—and if—he finally tells you how he got you back. While he made you think it was because he allowed you space and time, you couldn’t be further from the truth.

After your breakup, Gojo was always there. Always lingered around the corner, always looked out for you because no one else in this world would. Even if that meant scaring off potential dates, and getting rid of the more persistent ones. Even if it meant having to watch from afar as you tried to move on from him. Even if it meant switching out your birth control for placebos that you were none the wiser of. 

He just loved you so fucking much, and his love for you was stronger than anything in the universe, and he would do—and did— anything to get it back. Even if you would never know of the sins he committed to have you again. 

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[suguru-getos]

Imagine you have a four year old daughter with Suguru and she hears her dad yelling/angrily talking to someone in the cult/whatever. Something which just pissed Suguru off.

She breaks a vase and you rushed to her, “Oops- sorry mommy, I- broke it. Didn’t mean to..” your daughter has Suguru’s hair falling on her face as she pouts. You of course kneel down and smile, nodding gently. “It’s okay sweetie, I’ll tell Daddy and he’ll fix it.”

The facial expressions on your daughter’s face change a little, pouting and almost quivering as she hugs you. “Mommy please don’t tell Daddy I’ll never do it again.”

Now you have NOT a single clue why her favorite person in the world is someone she’s getting scared of. “Why baby?”

“Cus Daddy’s gonna get mad-” Suguru has never once been mad at her, or you in front of her, despite the arguments you might have.

That was the day Suguru stopped talking on the phone with anyone who can piss him off 😭

[shhuuga]

Hello, I saw a video about ‘JJK men if you came home wearing pheromone perfume’ i was wondering how you could write that. Thank you for reading I love your works https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP81Ac4sw/

(ive never actually worn pheromones so I'm sorry in advance if this is off lol)

SMELL LIKE CANDY !

🍬 ?? [ nanami , gojo , geto , choso , and toji x black!fem!reader]

🍬 .. [ you come home wearing pheromone perfume. ]

🍬 !! [ getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 under the influence (CONSENUAL !!!!) ]

going out with your girlfriends was always fun, but admittedly sometimes you over (or under) dressed. you were a little sweaty and begged your homegirl for whatever she had on that was making her smell so damn good. what she neglected to tell you was that it was pheromone perfume! and with your man back home waiting on you..

NANAMI !

nanami was lounging on the couch, having himself a drink. he would've gone out with you ad your friends, but he has your location, and enough faith in your tipsy ways that you won't wander off without letting him know where you're going.

his ears perk up at the sound of you locking the door behind you, meeting you at the corridor and helping you take off your shoes. his nose isn't the most keen, but something is different. nanami has only ever smelt you like this a few times, usually when you're ovulating and he can't help himself because you're literally wet all the time (and ofc your pussy is his favorite scent).

but no, you aren't ovulating. you just smell.. good. different good, the kind of different good that makes him carry you upstairs for the rest of the night kissing all over your neck, titties, and tummy. makin sure to tell you how good you smell, and to ask your friend where the hell she got this stuff.

GOJO !

gojo is exercising in the home gym when you come in. he's got his earbuds in and nearly had a heart attack when he turns around to see your drunken figure slumped against the wall, smiling at him with that look in your eyes. he's shirtless, sweat dripping into the corners of his collarbone and bouncing off his thick chest as he picks you up to guide you to your shared bedroom.

when you bury your face in gojo's neck, he catches a whiff of you and his dick nearly springs out of his pants just by how good you smell (i will push the agenda that gojo and choso are panty sniffers and really scent oriented men until the day I leave this earth)

he's laying you out all naked on the bed within seconds just to sniff you. then to kiss on you, then to eat your pussy, which quickly turns into lazy fuckin (and cockwarming teehee)

GETO !

geto is sitting on the front porch, his eyes don't leave you once as you overzealously wave goodbye to your Uber driver, your new "best friend" according to your slurring self. he pays you no mind, ashing his cigarette out and throwing you over his shoulder before you can make a fuss. "you stinkk.." you mumble into his back, he shrugs and sniffs you (well, really your behind but whatever) and finds the scent that hits him to be one of the best to ever hit his nose.

he makes sure you're nice and comfortable, laying on your stomach before kissing and biting all over your butt and thighs. he wastes no time to start sucking on your pussy (and ass bc let's be fr.. he an ass eater) from the back and not stopping till he's damn near sucked the perfume off and swallowed it. he makes sure to buy you at least 5 different pheromone perfumes that morning.

CHOSO !

choso is no stranger to being a "sniffer". he sniffs you, your clothes, your panties when he's feeling horny and lonely. his nose is always full of you and your wondrous smell. so it's no surprise that he's going absolutely feral when you come home with that shit on. and don't even RUNNN from this dick girl.

choso wastes no time ! he's not a chit chat nigga.. either he giving you that dick or he's going back to sleep so pick your poison ! he doesn't even care when you're whining at him that you have work, to stop giving you hickeys. sorry honey, should've thought of that before you came home with pheromones on when you KNOW this man is feral !

"you smell so sweet, darling. can't fuckin'- ahh, shit.. can't stop fuckin' you. take this dick, honey. let me smell that sweet pussy." oh he's TAKING it from you !! and he gonna stay horny because the mix of that perfume and sex in the air just gonna make him wanna go for round 2 and 3. someone turn a fan on !!

TOJI !

let's be fr ! he not finna care.

but let's FANTASIZE for a moment.

toji prolly inna bad damn mood already bc you went out with your girls and left his clingy teddy bear ass alone :( he's trying to be all tough guy but when he sees and smells you he's all "cmere, mamas.. let me take your dress off for you." and "what? i can't smell my woman no more? titties smell s'fuckin good.."

he's not super smell oriented i think !! like don't get me wrong he LOVESS how you smell its just not his thing he's just kinda like yeah u smell good okay.. now what ? he TOTALLY ends up sucking on your titties like a baby to fall asleep tho, jus because he can >:3

written by @shhuuga [08/31/24] all rights reserved. do not copy, steal or translate my writing.

[sweetimpurity]

HIS CHEST OH-

SFW

When you’re cuddling- laying in bed and his boob is the perfect pillow. Warm and soft. It’s your favorite when he’s not wearing a shirt obviously. Listening to his heart beating strong and steady therein. He’s distracted looking at something else like work or his phone maybe but you’re looking up at him. Smiling up at his grumpy face and using his pecs as pillows.

When you’ve had a long day- you come home and he’s cooking in the kitchen. Something he knows you love. You march in there, your boyfriend turning around with his usual greeting “Hi baby…” “There’s my girl…” “Hey mama…” And you just head butt into his chest. The perfect cushion. With a heavy sigh, explaining the ups and downs of your day while he stands perfectly still for you to rest on him. Maybe one of his big warm hands coming to push the hair off the back of your neck and massage his fingers at your nape. Your cheek squishing against his sternum.

When you catch him off guard- he’s on his phone or whatever, maybe in the kitchen and you just randomly snake your hands around him and grab his chest from behind. Squeezing the muscle in your palms and giving him a deadly serious look. Only your eyes peeking over his bulky shoulder. “What.” he looks back at you, brow raised in suspicion. “You always squeeze mine so I get to squeeze yours too.” you reason and he shrugs. “Fair enough…” and goes back to whatever he was doing before. Clasping his hands over your smaller ones and walking around the apartment with you attached to him.

When he’s telling you about a recent fight- saying his pain tolerance is super high. “Hit me in the chest babe, it won’t even hurt.” He challenges while you’re sitting on his lap. “I’m not gonna hit you.” You argue, crossing your arms. “Come on baby… it doesn’t hurt.” He eventually convinces you to after many minutes and you finally do it. Smack! Your fist, more gently than you normally would obviously, into his right pectoral. “Ow! fuck…” He hisses, feigning pain and clutching his chest. “Oh no I’m sorry! Was that too hard?!” You instantly worry, wishing you never listened to your lovable idiot. “No baby, I’m just kidding…” His arms engulfing you, lifting you up, flipping you over on the couch and smothering your giggling lips with kisses.

NSFW

When he’s on top of you- your hands on his chest, fingers digging in and leaving little crescent moons. His abs flexing and working with every thrust deep into you. When he leans down to kiss your lips, his pecs press down on your breasts, squishing them down, and you swear you can feel his thumping heart on your skin. Gasping his name and wrapping your arms around him, his broad chest pressing you down into the mattress, his deep voice growling and groaning beside your ear as he works the both of you up to bliss.

When you’re riding him- hands pressing down on his abdomen and then his hairy chest. Looking down at him with low lidded eyes and your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth. Trying your best to keep bouncing on his thick dick. Gushing and whining, thighs burning. His chest sheened in sweat. And when you get too tired, he’s gripping your hips and pistoning his cock up into you with undying strength. Your finger nails scratching into his chest, leaving red hot marks in their wake. Collapsing onto his chest as you come hard, laying on him, soft and fucked out. Moving up and down on his chest with every pant from his lungs.

MIGUEL, SATORU, TOJI, ANDY, SUGURU, SUKUNA, your fav

[pastel-comfort]

Don't know much about Sukana, can you tell me more about him?

Gladly!!!! Okay, so Sukana is from the series Jujutsu kaisen (its an anime but started off as a mange that's still being worked on to this day. Up to 265 chapters so far but it's honestly really good.)

Big old dang below the line since I'm just going off lol

Regardless, his actual name is Ryomen Sukana how he's called the king of curses in the series and honestly,I love it. He's also like hella ancient since he was originally from the golden area of Jujutsu,also known as the Heian Era. He was a popular legend,known as the Imaginary Demon even though he was just a human sorcerer known as the disgraced one. During the Heian Era, powerful sorcerers of all kind came over to defeat him and give it there all, only to fail in the end. However, when it came to sukanas end, he went outta his way to become a cursed object even after death so he could be reincarnated each time. The cursed objects he became are literally twenty fingers that can be consumed but not destroyed.

Bro looked like this during his Heian Era.

It's actually known as his true form. He's got four fucking arms, four eyes and all together looks like a fucking god. He looks absolutely gorgeous and I'm all for it tbh. I wanna be held by him. His gorgeous.

Regardless, back on track. The actual series starts when the Mc , Yuji Itadori ends up becoming the vessel for Sukana by eating one of the finger jerky. It's wild but Sukana ain't exactly a pleasant being to be a vessel for so Yuji is tormented the entire time. Poor guy.

Sukana though, when he actually has someone has a host, he'll look abit more like them instead of his original form since he's using them as a vessel. The only difference being the multiple eyes, markings and claws that differ the vessel from Sukana. Take a look below

Looks alot more different due to the host situation. However, if the host ends up consuming the twenty fingers then Sukana basically takes the body for himself. So the four arms and fours eyes come back.

I personally like to draw him in his original form since that's actually what caught my attention bout him. I honestly am just so fascinated with his og/true form and his history. In the actual manga, he does state that he sees love as worthless so when a new sorcerer comes to defeat him(and fail), they try to at least teach and show him ways of love since he was human to begin with. So it's honestly incredibly fascinating to watch and know that their legit using love as a utensil to win when it comes to Sukana since he's just that powerful. Like bro, I would honestly give to a try but do it abit differently.

I want to be the one to show him certain things, take the time needed to show him the smallest aspects of life that he could learn to at least appreciate. Cause in the end, it's the small parts that build the foundation to something bigger. And I'm much shorter than him so I'd make a great foundation.(Lol) Regardless, I'm absolutely infatuated with this man. I love everything about him(i don't condone the whole murder thing he does though since obviously murder is wrong). I want to hold him, let him rest his head on my lap while I play with his hair. I want to help him out when he can't figure things out or help him learn from mistakes. I want to be the one he can depend on and come to when something doesn't add up. I would love this man as the earth would love the sun. No matter how deadly he may be, there is still something so gorgeous about him that gives life a different perspective. I would love him not for the fire or power he holds but I'd love him for the radiant glow that he admits. To the sparkles amongst the sky and how his smile shimmers brighter than the gold on a trophy at the end of the finish line. I want to be the reason he appreciates life so that every day he lives, he can learn and love.

I just love him bro. He's gorgeous.

[sweetimpurityloves]

GULP

can you write something about brat tamer toji punishing reader for a day full of brattiness by manhandling and overstimulating them? this isnt in your will write or wont write but can you add daddy kink in there?

₊⁺ જ���➴💌 i sure can and did ! >:3 it's short but longer than my other drabbles ! i personally don't love daddy kink and don't have it in myself to write it fully but i did a little bit of what i can bear 💗 thank you sm for your ask and i hope you like it ! have a beautiful day/night 💗

꒰꒰mdni // masterlist꒱꒱

Toji punishing you in a deliciously cruel kind of way, his voice dark and gruff when he speaks to you, tone agitated, “Never behave do you? Can’t fucking help yourself.”

His hand harsh on the back of your neck, holding you down, your back arched meanly while he fucks into you from behind. Toji can’t help but bite his lip at the way you grip him, your cunt creaming around him, your past orgasms making his cock so slick and shiny. Trying to suppress his noises so you can’t tell just how much he’s enjoying himself.

You’re out of your mind, words slurred and coming slow between moans, “Mm sorry! Ah!– I– hnn– I didn’t mean to upset you– hah–”

“See,” he’s leaning down, mouth right next to your ear as he spits, “I think you did; I think you annoyed me all day just so you’d end up right here.”

He clocked you so easily, knowing what you were doing as soon as you started pissing him off all those hours ago. He can’t say he’s overly disappointed in you though, he loves taking you like this as much as you do.

“Noo, I wouldn’t–”

“–We both know you would,” he cuts you off.

His hammering pace suddenly stops, stuffing you full to the hilt of him, shallowly grinding into you but not much more. He’s able to feel the way you pulse around him, groaning at the snug fit of your pussy.

You whinge and wiggle your hips back into him, trying and failing to fuck yourself onto his cock. You need him to keep going, to do anything, but he only bites into your shoulder, a light punishment for your complaints.

“You need it that bad, baby?” his voice holds a kind of mirth that makes your skin prick, “Fine.”

He has two fingers on your clit before you can even register his threatening compliance, circling it insistently. You twitch and jolt under him, halted by his hand pressing into your upper back. So sensitive, everything feels hot, your toes curling and feet kicking into the mattress as you gasp out whines.

His cock throbs desperately inside you at the way your cunt pulses and leaks all over him, loving how you struggle against the pleasure. Already so overstimulated and he knows that, he likes pushing you to your limits.

Prying an orgasm out of you without moving his hips, only letting his fingers slip all over your clit until you’re trying to milk his cock. Muscles pulling taut as you cum all over him, Toji moans at it before chuckling breathlessly.

“Fuuuck– look at that,” he clicks his tongue, “Sometimes I think I’m too nice to you.”

Not really registering anything of what he’s saying, not when his fingers are tapping on your clit just to make you jerk under him at every touch.

Pouting out at him, “You’re so mean to me…”

“What do you mean?” you can practically hear the smile you know he’s wearing, “Daddy’s always so nice to you.”

You groan at him, “Ugh, shuddup.”

He laughs at your reaction but doesn’t miss the way your cunt jumps at his words, “Think you liked that a little more than you’re willing to admit.”

Shaking your head back at him in response, going to say something bratty in reply only to gasp and claw at the sheets when he starts fucking into you again. Fast and hard, almost driving you up the bed with how frenzied his thrusts are.

His hands are moving to your hips, using his new grip to fuck you like some kind of toy built for his pleasure. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, he always knows just how to fuck you into insanity, or stupidity.

“Close again? So soon?” He’s teasing you, though he’s breathless as he does, “That’s a little pathetic.”

So many orgasms forced out of you over the course of the night with him that you think he could look at you and you’d cum. “Toji– Ah! Ah! It’s too much–”

“–Should’ve thought about that before you acted the way you did,” he muses, not even a little bit mad anymore. And how could he be? You’re always so pliant when he’s fucking you, it’s something he delights in greatly.

The slick slapping sounds reverberating in the room are obscene, your moans just as loud, no doubt you’re going to wake up to a noise complaint from an angry neighbour again. Your nails dig into the sheets, bracing yourself against your next orgasm.

Fresh tears slipping from your eyes and down your cheeks at the force of it, whines pulled from your chest as your pussy spasms around Toji’s cock for the umpteenth time tonight.

“Such a good little thing,” he fucks you through it, “Only time you’re so well behaved is when I’m balls deep in you, I fuck you that good?”

You’re too busy trying to stay conscious to really be aware of what he’s saying, settling for dumbly nodding at him and mumbling out, “Mhm.”

The state he’s fucked you into is the last straw for him, cock twitching pitifully before he’s cumming inside your tight, little cunt. Painting your walls white and continuing his thrusts even if he’s overstimulating himself to do it.

He’s sounding fucked out himself when he asks, “Are you sorry for today, or do we need to do this all again from the beginning?”

[bxbxbx0]

Don’t judge me

I've watched enough medical dramas and imagined silly stupid md AU by jjk 🥼🩺🩻

Did I mention it's silly? Dah

That’s my sort of therapy

In my medical AU, Gojo works with kids 🤲🏻

- at the hospital, all the doctors are sure that he gets along with the children, because they are on the same level of emotional intelligence

- the kids really love him (but don't tell him that)

- when he chose his specialty, everyone thought he was joking, some are still waiting for the punchline

- nepobaby, he comes from a well-known family of doctors, but because of different views, he no longer keeps in touch and does not communicate much with them, although he does not miss the opportunity to take advantage of the family's reputation (why not, if yes) 😼

- and he's a good doctor💉

- perhaps he chose to work with children so as not to wear a boring monochrome uniform and have an excuse for full pockets of sweets, which he uses not only as a bribe for particularly harmful children, but also likes to eat himself🍭🍫🍬

I have spoken out🤪

Thank you for listening to this something (and sorry for the bad English)

[crybaby-bkg]

gojo is literally the worst person to ask help you with your outfit bc he either does shit wrong to fuck with you or you somehow end up naked in his bed wondering what happened to your plans for the day

[thisbicc]

This is my first real post so please be nice. I also ate a 🍬🍃.

So I thought about how much I can relate to the types of guys a few of the jjk men are in relationships and how I would feel about it in real life relationships.

Toji:

The guy I typically date because they pray on having control over me and my insecurities. He usually gets bored after a few months and breaks it off.

Nanami:

The guy I'd try dating after I finally break out of the 'Toji' guy curse. Probably only dating because he's the exact opposite. Doesn't last long, I'd feel like he's suffocating me.

Suguru:

The sweet bad boy that would wear me down with flowers and compliments, most likely met at my work. Gave him a chance and fell hard. Loved him in a young love way that you can happily reminisce about. He broke it off it because committment scared him. It really wounded you for a long time but now you can remember it simply as a happy time in your life.

Gojo:

Oddly enough the type of guy that is my perfect match. Knows when to be serious and when to be silly. Someone who can make me laugh effortlessly and do the silly girly things I want to do, he takes it very seriously. Is my best friend and I his. We are each other's ride or die.

Fuck I don't know where this ramble came from....blame the edibles and my rewatching of 1883. 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🍃🍃🍃

[shhuuga]

I love how we as a society established that nanami would give the most slobbery, toe curling, eye rolling,hair straightening head ever.

Bless us with a nanami fic perchance?

u had me a nanami girl.. that's my baby dad fr

BE HOME @ SIX.

🍬 ?? [ nanami x black!fem!wife!reader ]

🍬 .. [ you send nanami a dirty text at work and face the reprocussions, head until u cry <3 ]

🍬 !! [ crying kynk, pleasure dom! nanami (we been knew) ]

nanami's cock strained against his pants. what were you doing? you knew he was at work, you knew that! so why in the world was he staring at a picture of your naked tits in the illuminated mirror of your bathroom?? and why on earth would you have to put that little pout on your face like he was in the wrong?

nanami had too many questions and not enough answers, but he knew one thing for sure. he was not gonna be late.

♡ nami : Be home @ six.

the door clicks shut and nanami doesn't bother calling out to you because you're probably somewhere hiding from him and he knows that. he checks the bedroom, nope. bathroom? not there either. finally, he decides to stop beating around the bush and step into his home office, where you're sitting on his desk with nothing but a pair of snow white stockings on.

"you look.." kento starts removing his tie and jacket, sauntering across the room before dropping to his knees in from of you. "fucking beautiful."

he takes one leg over his shoulder, caressing your thigh all the way to your ankle with his mouth before giving you love bites the rest of the way up your leg. he stops just short of your glistening cunt, his cool breath blowing onto your warm clit.

the hand on your thigh moves to your boob, squeezing and massaging as the other joins. he takes both his hands and pulls your nipples, rolling them in his fingers. with both thighs on his shoulders, nanami connects his mouth to your clit, immediately rolling it in his tongue.

nanami is an expert with head. roll, suck, c-o-c-o-n-u-t and etcetera. he spits with pinpoint precision on your pussy just to rub his nose and mouth all over you too collect it back into his mouth. he looks up at you through his blond lashes, curling your clit in his tongue with a smile on his face like he isn't damn near killing you right now.

your chest heaves as you nudge his head away from your pussy, broken cries of his name fall from your mouth upon deaf ears. instead of listening to your pleas, nanami lies you on your back, holding your neck with one hand while massaging your body with the other, his mouth bringing pain and pleasure to your brain like little fireworks.

even when you exclaim that you can't take it anymore, even when you squirt all over his work shirt, even when his glasses are well wet and steamed and his hair is messy from being pulled every which way by you, he doesn't stop. your little scandalous picture got you 2 hours and nearly 10 orgasms worth of punishment and yet, nanami has a feeling this will happen again.

written by @shhuuga [08/25/24] all rights reserved. do not copy, steal or translate my writing.

[gojo-mochi]

Small Halloween Event:

This time instead of saying "Trick or Treat" You will be treating or tricking your fav blorbos! (One Piece and JJK)

Send a 👻 to give them a trick (but be warned some of them might trick back!)

Send a 🍬 to give them a sweet treat! (you might even get one back!)

I'll do so many as I can for the day of Halloween! Happy Halloween everyone!

(Anons Allowed but only Blogs with Age in them will have the chance of nsfw! Please state also if you would not rather have it be nsfw in your ask if youre uncomfy!

[pastel-comfort]

When bros vibe is immaculate to the point ya find him fascinating. Yes, this is a small ship post of me and Sukana. This is however a mini variation since I don't have the energy to draw the full blown version so have a cute small gif.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARIIII AAAAAH how are you!!! 🥺 i am sending you flowers and cookies 🌸🍬 i hope your week is amazing!!

i'm also dropping by to thank you so much for the tags you left on my megumi fic ‘make this drive last ’til the end of this song’, (even just for reading it omg) BUT!! u left such cute tags i am 🥹

it's always such a compliment when ppl say my writing makes them fall in love w a character even more 🥹 i am so weak for college aus too and figured we could use some for megumi 🥹 and i am so hfdgbasjdf that you think my megumi is charming omg 😭 i didn't really intend him to be shjdbfs it's my first time writing him but i guess that IS his charm 🥹 one that creeps up on u !!! and udek !!! but YOU GET IT!! the attentiveness, the acts of service, the subtlety in his care... i think he's just like that!! without trying 🥹

and him looking for the longest song help HE REALLY WOULDDD and he wouldn't even know why he's doing that?? aaaah i'm so happy you pointed out your favourite lines too!! that eyelashes line was one of the first ones that came to me!! so i think i might have built the fic around it tbh 🥹 and i think it's so awfully sweet and romantic that they're both thinking the same thing without the other knowing (that they could stay longer) 🥹 yOU GET IT!! and cry baby and fallen star are such megumi picks too 😭 for his drives out alone.... yeah.....

thank you thank you thank you so much again ari 🥹 u are so sweet and i feel like i can always just trust u to GET me omg 😭 i'm so glad you liked my megumi 💗 i miss him sm too 😭

I’M DOING V WELL THANK U FOR ASKING….. i hope you’re doing good too sel!!! and that ur week so far has been wonderful!!!! i’m sending u all the flowers n cookies right back <3 we can share !!

AND OFC, thank YOU sm for writing it…. genuinely got me stuck in a megumi brainrot 😭😭 he’s not my Absolute Fave in jjk or anything but he’s def up there and i always forget how much i love him until i read a good fic or rewatch s1 and then i’m like. oh yeah gumi is perfect actually….. 

but honestly!! there’s no need to thank me at all!! i loved reading it sm!!!! i think megumi is so unintentionally charming it’s crazy, even and ESPECIALLY when he’s being awkward… like. the way you said he clears his throat when there’s an awkward silence……. he’s so <33

i can’t BELIEVE this is your first time writing him btw, that’s crazy bc u really Get him. u get him so well. i feel like you’re just naturally super good at digging into characters brains lmaoo like!! all their lil habits n everything!!! just feel so canon to me.

you’re so sweet for taking the time to write this out sel :’3 i hope your day is/has been the loveliest greatest ever <3

[screampied]

heyooo vegas 😈🙏🏼🙏🏼

hope you’re doin good 2day 🫰🏼, i’m sorry to ask that but do you have tips on how to get better at english when writing ?😞

because every time i write smth i think it’s good and when i read others ppl stuff I find myself translating everything because they use a good vocabulary and « expressions » etc.. and i end up comparing my works and almost want to delete them

plus, my works are so short 😭😭

well that’s it, also, on your angst fics i’m HSUSUSIZKZI and OaKSKSKZLSL because it’s just so good damn

don’t listen to haters vegas write more angst 😈😈😈

live laugh love angst jjk fics 💪🏼💪🏼

HI SWEET BABY thank u thank u 🤍🙊!!

hmmmmm 🙆‍♀️ i suppose reading a lot really helps. like, the more you read—the more you get a better understanding of english! if that makes sense. i find myself skimming or reading thru lots of words esp as a writer. also grammarly helps a lot, i recently started using it (u can still see many flaws of my bad english despite that but still LMAO)

your feelings are valid, i get where you’re coming from wholeheartedly! it's normal to doubt your work, but what all matters is if you’re enjoying it. it’s okay if you translate things!!!! i do it too sometimes don’t worry, you’re still learning and grasping english! 🍬🤍 for a stronger vocabulary, i do recommend using resources such a maybe a ah thesaurus. i use wordhippo which is really helpful!!!

the length doesn’t matter! whether it’s a 300 word drabble or 10k — enjoy your piece! as for me, i tend to keep angst stuff short so it hits you right where it hurts hehe. i think as you continue to write, you’ll gain longer word count but it depends! be patient with yourself! 🌻

[sweetimpurityloves]

HAHA him saying "Don't tell me what to do." He's so grumpy I love him

Kinktober Day 18 ~ Aphrodisiacs

Ryomen Sukuna x AFAB! Reader

Summary: You and Sukuna drink something that leads you two to get it on.

A/N: Uhhh so I went a little overboard with this one. That's why it's a bit longer than the other prompts. Enjoy!

Prev *✧･ﾟ: Next Kinktober '24 Masterlist

“Here, try this.”

You hand Sukuna a cup of tea, smile wide and bright.

He takes a sip, his chest rumbling as it trails down his throat. “It’s adequate.”

That was enough for you as you drank while enjoying the sunlight. You suggested to your lord to take a nice picnic by the lake. Lately, you’ve noticed his muscles tense at the stress he’s experienced dealing with his council. Dealing with how to terrorize nearby villages and slaughtering innocents was taking a toll on him.

It took a few tries for him to come out and spend time with you, using the excuse of his “toys” needing satisfaction as well.

The grumpiness was disappearing from his face, so it must’ve worked.

You contacted Uraume for some suggestions of teas that would put Sukuna in a happier mood. They provided you with a couple of options, and you settled on a tea that tasted like peach and a hint of something else you couldn’t recognize.

“It’s a beautiful day, right?” You ask after finishing your tea. Sukuna only hums, letting a silence linger. You didn’t want to make the air more awkward so you continue. “I’m glad you were able to come out with me today. I can’t remember the last time you went outside.”

“Yesterday, I went to raid a nearby village.”

“At night.”

“I still managed to grab this fresh air you weaklings insist on.”

You purse your lips, “But this is different. You’re in the sun.”

Once again, he hums and decides to stay silent. You leave him alone, indulging in the treats the servants brought. The taste of chocolate lingers on your tongue. A cool breeze blows through your robe, providing more satisfaction to your warm body.

The sun's rays bear down on your skin, making you burn up even more. Sukuna has a parasol right next to him, providing a reasonable amount of shade. You shift closer to him. His eyes are closed, also taking in the fresh air. You do your best not to disturb him once more.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” You quickly say, “I wanted some shade.”

You held up the teapot, asking if he wanted some more. He declined, going back to absorbing the fresh air. You drank from your second cup and enjoyed the taste. Another breeze circled around you, cooling you off even more. You realized you were sweating.

Not in the sense of burning up due to extreme heat, but light perspiration. A fluttering feeling pools in your stomach, and you squeeze your thighs together. You glance over at Sukuna, who was still at peace. The sun hits his head, and you notice sweat around it. But maybe it was warm in his eyes.

The refreshing lake nearby looked appealing to you.

“I'm going to take a dip in the lake. You want to join me?”

Sukuna grunts, arms folded. “No.”

You shrugged before making your way over. The endless layers left a trail behind you as you took a dip. The cold water made you shiver, but it was much better than the shade. You went in deeper, the water reaching your neck. You didn’t know why your body heated up, and you couldn't recall anything you had that could make you that way besides the tea.

Ripples in the water formed beside you as Sukuna came in. His muscular body already decorated with the water droplets on his skin.

“My body is burning up.”

“So is mine…”

“What did you do to me?” Sukuna’s gigantic form towers over you, face not pleased with a hint of something else.

“Nothing! We were just drinking tea and enjoying the day.” Your legs buckled at his aura, your core fluttering as you admired how attractive he looked, despite him having an inkling to murder you. Something hard brushed against you, noticing his two cocks poking your stomach. Was it seeing your naked body that got him this aroused? But he's seen it before.

Sukuna grabs your neck to press your body along his and tilts it back so he could connect with your lips.

This was what you needed as you gripped his shoulders, moaning along his lips with a twinge of desperation. Kissing as if it was the one thing that could satiate you. Sukuna still dominates over you, but his lips weren't as precise or controlling.

He lifts you, angling you over his cock. Your nails dig into his shoulders, unsure if you were ready to take him.

“I need you…”

“I'm not sure if I-” When your lord slipped into you, your head went back in ecstasy. This wasn't the first time you've had sex with Sukuna, but this time was different. He was able to slide in effortlessly, your cunt slick enough for him to slide out easily if he wanted to.

In the lake, Sukuna did all the work. Moving you up and down on his shaft, his second cock occasionally bumping along your ass cheeks. Your mouth gaped, eyes crossed at the intoxicating pace he set. Your nipples brushed along his chest, causing you to whimper. Sukuna’s growls rumbled across your body, adding to your already fucked-out demeanor.

“So slick…fuck…” His voice was laced with extreme desire, never sounding like this in all your months with him.

With each meeting of your hips, a thumb rubbed your clit. The bud was already sensitive due to whatever you had, your thighs squeezing his waist, your body getting hotter.

“R-Right there…”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Sukuna grunts, still rubbing your clit while his tip bumps along your cervix. His thrusts were losing rhythm, unable to keep that proper pace he had before. “I'm…coming-”

His only warning before unleashing his load inside you. The hands on your hips were tight enough to give you bruises. Sukuna hardly orgasms first during your times together. Maybe something was wrong.

You didn't get to wonder as he carried you out of the water. Ignoring the remnants of water droplets when he sits down on the blanket. Your eyes go wide at his still-hard cocks.

“Sit.”

You take your position by straddling his faces, prepared to hover. But he grabs your sides, making you fully sit on them. Sukuna gets to work lapping at your clit. The orgasm you were about to experience the first time hit you with full force. Your body quivering in minutes. Sukuna’s pleased groan sends shivers up your spine.

He didn't stop, his tongue parting your folds and diving into your sweet hole, not wanting you to move. Instead, he was giving you a show, his hands stroking his two cocks at the same time. The cum beading around the tip, falling to his shaft. It made your stomach flip at the sight, wishing you could replace your hand and mouth.

“My lord…” You whimpered as he started sucking on your clit. “M-May I uh, touch…you?”

A grunt pierced your ears, unsure if it was a yes or no. But his hands moved, bending you down to replace them. Your mouth quickly latched on to his first cock, sucking off any remnants of his pre cum. Your hand stroked the other, sloppy and messy, wanting to make sure he gets his satisfaction too.

You know you're doing a good job when Sukuna bucks his hips up into you. His faces still buried in your soaked cunt. You squirm while his cock is still in your mouth. The heat in your body rising again, feeling his tongue prod your cunt. His loud groans show you that he’s almost there too. You gag on his shaft, the motion enough to make him cum once more. His seed coating your mouth and face.

While swallowing his seed, your thighs clench around his faces, your climax taking you by surprise. Your lord lapping up your juices as much as he could.

You roll over into the grass, your cunt aching like you wanted more.

“We should continue this in my chambers.”

Sukuna carries you and drapes you over his shoulders, placing his robe on top of you before striding back home.

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[crybaby-bkg]

Week Four, Day Two of Kinktober 2022

Spanking Kink: Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru

Word Count: 1.3K

Tags: spanking, orgasm without physical stimulation, impact play

“You never learn, now do you?” Gojo’s voice is an exaggeratedly disappointed sigh lodged in his throat. He sighs again when you only harumph and place your palm in your hand with a roll of your eyes. He tuts, patting the soft and bare flesh under a cold palm, gaining the tiniest bit of satisfaction when he watches you jump in place a little. 

“I guess I’ll have to beat it into you. So sad to see this cute little ass be so bruised up come morning.” He acts like he’s mourning the loss of your unblemished ass, and it only makes you sigh and huff and roll your eyes even harder. 

“Just get your sick little fantasies out of your system before I get up and get my vibrator.” You mutter to him, adjusting a little more in his lap where you’re strewn about, chin resting in your palm as you glance back at your weirdo boyfriend. Gojo has asked to do this a couple of times, and you didn’t know the extent of him spanking you until he finally broke it all down. 

He wants to put you over his lap. Wants to feel your skin ripple underneath his touch. Wants to hear you cry out for mercy while simultaneously begging him for more. It’s not enough to just smack your ass when he’s hitting it from the back, no, he wants to hold you down between your shoulder blades, hear you count for him, wants to admire his work and treat it all better when he’s done. 

You finally indulged him, but you’re not too compliant about the whole thing. Gojo doesn’t worry though—he already knows you’ll be begging for it the next time. 

“Bet I can make you cum just from spanking your cute little ass.” Satoru bets you when you look at him over your shoulder. His grin is smug and wide, and you can practically see the way his eyes light up from behind his blindfold. You narrow your own eyes at him before pursing your lips and huffing again, turning around and settling into your spot again. 

“Bet you can’t. Twenty spanks, and if I don’t cum, then you gotta give me a foot massage. And do the dishes for the rest of the week.” You throw over your shoulder, wiggling your ass a little to entice your greedy boyfriend. He’s distracted for a moment at the sight before your words sink in and he agrees under his breath. 

He warms you up before he starts, rubbing gently at your skin and the curve of your ass, grabbing handfuls of the fat in his hands before letting go and watching it bounce in place. He does this for what feels like forever, before he finally reigns down the first slap without warning. 

A high pitched scream tears from your throat, your entire body jerking in place from the surprise and force of it. You can hear Gojo snickering under his breath, despite the glare you throw back at him. When you finally turn around though, is when he starts his onslaught of spankings. 

He doesn’t make you count the slaps, surprisingly, but the both of you are silently keeping track every time his cold hand reigns down on your unsuspecting ass. He has no rhyme, no rhythm to it, no structure, no planning. Just rubs and soothes at your stinging skin, coos down at you, massages the flesh, bam, another hard slap on your left cheek, soothes it again, bam, another slap on the right cheek. Its infuriating, that you can’t read him, that you can’t prepare for the next slap to tense your muscle or prepare your ass. 

Gojo is cruel like that, likes the way you jump and squeak and whine and squirm on his lap. You can feel his cock hardening under your stomach, and the feel of it, the thought that he’s turned on by just throwing you over his lap and spanking you like some dumb brat, makes you wetter than you thought possible. 

He’s at spanking number twelve when he notices your thighs shifting and your knees rubbing against each others. Gojo doesn’t say anything though, doesn’t tease you or make any smart mouthed responses. He’d hate to ruin this sweet, sweet little orgasm for you by running his big mouth, knows that he can get you pushed off of the edge through just a few more swats on your warming ass. 

“Feel good?” He can’t help but say, it’s practically killing him. He won’t tease you too much, won’t let on to the fact that he knows that if he angles his hand a bit lower to smack more at your plump lips, that it’ll do you in, no. He just moves his hand a little lower, smacks at your cunt a little softer, watches you squirms, listens to you hiccup, before you answer. 

“Uh huh,” he didn’t expect for you to agree, to say that his thick palms reigning war on your soft cheeks would feel so good, but you must be too drunk on the pleasure. Your head has lolled to the side, resting on your forearms, even hiking your ass up a little higher in the air than he had expected, mimicking some house cat asking for butt rubs. The comparison makes him laugh under his breath, shaking his head, before he starts spanking at your ass again. 

Thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…you’re drooling on his slick leather couch by then, too sore to scream, voice too weak to produce any sounds save for a whimper and hiccup when he slaps your ass again. The pressure on your lower stomach gets worse by the second, the aching feeling between your thighs pounding with every echoing sound of his hand on your flesh, and by the seventeenth slap, you’re done for. 

You release a high keening whine from the back of your throat, thighs trembling as you shove your face into the couch, hips bucking from Gojo’s lap as he only shushes you through your sudden orgasm. He rubs softly at your cunt, finding your clit between your lips still covered by your panties, only prolonging the orgasm even longer. He’s smug, and you can tell by how he rubs a soothing hand down the curve of your spine, still rubbing at you until your entire body collapses across his lap. You sigh once you finally get yourself together, and murmur into the cushions, 

“Not a fucking word.” You say slowly. Gojo only throws his head back and laughs heartily, massages your cheeks in hand with his cool palms, and lets you sulk in your both amazing orgasm and sorry loss of your little bet, pondering when is too soon for another spanking session.