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My Naruto phase is crawling back.

the gremlin children like to act like their sensei is the worst but deep, deep down they actually think hes kinda cool

kakashi is crying out of frame

So real, you’re telling me that’s not gojo? Got the perfect build, aura, clothes, EVERYTHING.

this is what satoru sends you when he’s at work

Oh my heart

jjk smau: heroic sacrifice

ft. choso, gojo & nanami

cw: this is angst. it's just angst. you've been warned!

YES STRONG MEN WHIMPERING🥴😌

✩ content. 18+, subby! sukuna x fem! reader, hand-job.

sukuna who’s not used to being submissive.

he's supposed to be the one in control, the one who towers over everyone else. but here he is, the king of curses, sprawled out beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets as he tries to hold himself together. it's humiliating the way his body reacts to you, trembling under your touch, the way his lips part as soft, broken sounds slip out. he could stop you. he could pin you down and take control in an instant. but he doesn't. instead, he lets you lead, lets you ruin him, lets you see him like this.

he's shaking, his muscles tight as your lips trail down his chest. you're slow, taking your time as you kiss along the sharp ink etched into his skin. sukuna's breath stutters when you linger a little longer, brushing your tongue against the lines of a tattoo, and his head tips back against the pillow.

you can feel the tension in him. every time you touch him, his hips twitch and his fingers flex against the sheets, like he's holding back from grabbing you. it only makes you want to push him further.

when you reach the mouth on his stomach, it twitches. its teeth part slightly, a low groan rumbling from his lips, and sukuna curses under his breath as his hips jerk.

"fuck," he mutters, his voice hoarse. his hands clench tighter at his sides, like he doesn't trust himself to touch you.

you press your lips to the second mouth, letting your tongue skim its edge. sukuna's whole body jolts, a sharp gasp ripping from his throat. "stop teasing," he chokes out, but there's no weight behind the words.

"you're so sensitive," you say softly, brushing your lips over the edge of the second mouth again before kissing your way back up his body.

when you kiss him, his lips tremble against yours. they're soft, warm, and you feel the faintest whimper slip out when your tongue slides into his mouth. his hands finally come up to grab your hips. the grip is shaky, like he's grounding himself, and you smile into the kiss, knowing how much he's falling apart.

you pull back, just enough to look at him. his eyes are heavy-lidded, his chest heaving, and his lips are parted as though he wants to say something but can't get the words out. "you're so pretty like this," you murmur, brushing your fingers along his jaw.

his breath hitches, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "you're cruel," he mutters, voice raw and breaking.

"you love it," you whisper, your hand sliding lower.

he shudders when your fingers wrap around him, a strangled moan spilling from his lips as you stroke him slowly. he's hard, so sensitive it makes his hips twitch with every movement. his head falls back, his mouth opening as another broken gasp escapes him.

"fuck," he groans, the sound thick and desperate.

you tighten your grip, your thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the wetness already there. his hips stutter, chasing your touch, his breath catching with every stroke.

"please," he chokes out, and it sends heat pooling in your stomach. hearing sukuna beg like this feels unreal, but the way his body trembles under your hand is enough proof.

you move faster, stroking him with just enough pressure to push him over the edge. his hands cling to your waist, his fingers tightening as his moans grow louder and messier. his whole body tenses, and then he's falling apart, hips jerking up as he comes undone. a wrecked moan tears from his throat, his head tipping back as his chest heaves.

you don't stop, stroking him gently as he rides out the last tremors, his breath shaky and uneven. his hands loosen their grip, falling back to the sheets as his body sinks into the mattress. you press a soft kiss to his jaw, your hand brushing over his chest, and when his eyes flutter open, he looks wrecked. 

crimson eyes dark and hazy, his flushed skin matches the faint pink of his hair, damp from how hard you've pushed him. there's something raw in his gaze, something so vulnerable, and he looks at you like you've taken everything from him and he'd let you do it again.

an. i miss posting frequently but unfortunately posts are going to be slow because i started uni again and it’s hella stressful + i’m working too. i’ll definitely try my best to do two posts a week but it’ll most likely once a week or once every two weeks </3.

Damn.

satoru gojo p✰rn links .ᐟ

gojo's tongue is mean, rough against you as he's got no patience to take it slow. the blindfold stays on, that hungry look never leaving his face as his fingers and tongue dig into your folds.

gojo just loves grinding against you, his cock sliding between your folds, already slick with your arousal. you can see the way he pushes in, the fast thrusts as he fucks you.

idk what you want me to say, but gojo just LOVES having his finger(s) in you, fucking it into you though.

gojo is all over your tits, mouth greedy as he kisses and suckles, flicking and biting. he shows you just how much he loves them.

gojo's pathetic, so fucking submissive as he gets a handjob, his breath ragged. the oil just makes it worse, slick and messy as you straddle his face, riding it slowly.

gojo's hands are slick with oil, loving the way it makes everything feel so much smoother as he works over your tits. he massages them with a desperate need, his eyes glued to the way the oil glistens - so what if he loves oiling your pretty bod up?

you grip gojo firmly from the behind. with slick strokes, you give him a mean handjob, his body tense and desperate as you work him over, each pull making him whimper and groans.

FINALLY it's the girls eating the guys asses out. so sweet.

he's groaning, his head thrown back as your sweet words slips from your lips, each sweet word making him laugh and shiver. he can't help but laugh between gasps, loving how you have him wrapped around your hand. literally.

you're torturing him with his own cock, your hand tight and teasing as he whimpers uncontrollably. gojo's desperate, his breath shaky, begging you to stop overstimulating him. he's a mess, groaning and twitching. but that's what you wanted, right?

thank you @webism for making the divider, love you abby ! trust i WILL be using the other ones 💗💗

HEY GUYS! The poll result says to start writing, so look out for my first official post!

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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟

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Ofc bb! Love itt

Hiiiiii can I request a break up prank smau for the jjk men?

⊹˚.⋆ BREAK UP PRANK - JUJUTSU KAISEN

℘. synopsis : the JJK dilfs don’t like your pranks ☹️

℘. warnings : legal age gap, fem reader, AAAANGST

℘. includes : s.gojo, k.nanami. t.fushiguro

comments appreciated 🫶🏻

I was thinking I wanted the whole box!? Oh @tonycries I can’t express how much I ADORE your femdom omfg u ATEEEE!?!

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 2] - G.S. 

Synopsis. “Besides, Toru, just because it worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.” “Wanna bet?” For Satoru, convincing you to take the aphrodisiac chocolate too wasn’t the hard part - the hard part was being shoved into that bathroom stall, cock throbbing, mind spinning - trying not to beg for mercy. 

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, slight femdom, overstimulation (male), lots of cum, you absolutely ruin Satoru, semi-public sex, subby! Satoru, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, shutting up Gojo Satoru by making him cum in his pants, pet names (darling, my girl), swearing.

Word count. 3.7k

A/N. Can be read as a standalone, but PART 1 HERE.

Bros this was mad hard to write oml. Art by @_3aem on X.

Satoru had everything he needed to absolutely ruin you tonight.

Overpriced Cartier glasses? Check.

Jet-black Hellcat freshened up, ready with a little surprise for you inside? Check.

You, all dolled up and brows furrowed adorably at him? Holy shit, check.

“Toru, if we’ve missed our reservation because you had beef with the neighborhood cat again…”

“He was looking at you wrong! I had to defend your honor!” Dramatic protests falling on deaf ears, Satoru speeds through the darkening city streets, still grumbling under his breath about “cats these days”.

With your fiancé being absolutely swamped with missions recently, you’d been anticipating this night for weeks now.

Little did you know, Satoru had just as much - if not more.

Soon enough, the neon lights of that upscale, new restaurant you’d been absolutely dying to visit recently come into view. 

Okay, it’s time. 

“Y’know…” he begins, glancing at you with that familiar mirthful glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbling to his throat at your knowing stare, he plows on “Remember that one night where I just so happened to come across your special chocolate?”

“You mean swiped from my secret stash?”

“Semantics” he waves off. “But anyway, I was thinking…” he voice trails off mischievously as he swiftly turns to grab the mysterious black bag sitting on the backseat that you’d been eyeing suspiciously ever since you got in the car.

Oh shit, so that’s what he was onto. Eyes widening, “Toru, no.”

He whines, a pout forming on his lips. “C’monnn, no one’s gonna know except me. I want to make this night unforgettable, my girl.”

You raise a brow, “Unforgettable? Toru, your idea of unforgettable will end up with both of us arrested.”  After the madness of last time, you’d ignored his sticky note for a reason!

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you try to justify - probably to yourself just as much as Satoru, “And just because the aphrodisiac worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, twinkling eyes still undeterred. “Wanna bet? I’ll do the dishes for all of next month. We’ll never know till we find out, darling.” 

You narrow your eyes at the hand already snaking its way inside the bag, faded finger marks from last time still searing into your skin. Catching Satoru’s gaze - behind the amusement, something else shines darkly. 

Shit.

Goosebumps erupt down your spine. 

A beat passes. One. Two. Only the revving of the engine filling the tense air. 

“...two months.” 

It’s all Satoru can do to not jump in joy in his seat right now - knowing his girl, you’ll probably take back what you said and immediately bonk him on the head for being so ridiculous. 

“Deal.” he mutters lowly, pulling up to the driveway.

 A flash of hot pink. In the short time it takes the valet to reach your car, Satoru has already split that too-familiar chocolate, holding out the bigger part to you, eyes gleaming with excitement. “I swear this’ll be a night you won’t forget.” he grins, biting into the chocolate. 

God, he was going to be the death of you. 

The decadent flavor washes over your tongue, a slight tingling on your tastebuds. But, it’s still just chocolate, right? You scoff - at least you won’t have to do the dishes for two months.

Now, Satoru knows he won’t have to do the dishes for two months. 

Ah, how heavenly you’d be, splayed out and begging for mercy underneath him. Heels clacking against the polished tile and your hand warm in his as the maître d’hôtel ushers you both inside, dick twitching in anticipation. Shit, was the chocolate working already?

He risks a glance at how you’re faring - nope, still normal. That’s okay, he’ll be driving you crazy in no time.

---

Okay, maybe he won’t be driving you crazy in no time. 

How dare you sit there so gorgeous and unbothered, sipping slowly on your wine while he’s here mind whirling around how he’ll fuck you right here right now on this table without getting arrested for public indecency.

Fuck, it was hitting him hard.

Cock aching, heat rushing to his cheeks, eyes bleary - he sighs in frustration, resigning himself to do the dishes for two months.

Why did he even think of this? Damn his big fucking ego, he should’ve never taken that chocolate again. Maybe if he eats you out just right he could lower it to-

A feathery touch on his thigh. Too light for any sort of friction - just enough to set his skin ablaze. So deft that Satoru thinks he must’ve imagined it.

Until there it is again. Soft caress dancing delicately up his thigh. 

You.

A shiver creeps down his spine, blood rushing straight to his dick. Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru is speechless - maybe because you’ve reached underneath the table, teasingly sliding a heel along the top of his thigh.

“…darling…”

“Hmm?”

He blinks away the haze in his eyes, raising them to meet yours. “Wha-”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

What has he gotten himself into?

Eyes half-lidded, brows furrowed, and looking into his soul with a predatory glint that jolts the great Gojo Satoru right to his very core - and to his throbbing cock. He’d be lucky to make it out alive. Maybe he should just beg for his life right now.

Minutes tick by - or maybe it was seconds - Satoru is clueless. Mind only focused on the heel inching closer and closer, dangerously near to where he needed you the most. A smug smirk curls your pretty lips as his mouth drops into a soft oh.

The air crackles with an unspoken tension - his hips trying to subtly move you towards the erection furiously straining against his pants. He needed it so bad. It’s fucking pathetic, he knows. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck as your sole grazes his aching head. Pressing down. Hard.

“Fuck!”

Stomach flipping - before Satoru could fully process what the fuck was happening - he cums embarrassingly in thick spurts that pool on his pants, soaking right through the fabric, probably smearing on your new heels.

Head spinning, he bites his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, muffling the desperate moans threatening to escape his lips. 

He grinds his hips in shallow, mindless motions in a desperate attempt for more friction.

Instead, he gets the opposite.

“Behave, Toru.” you warn, swiftly resting your heel back on the floor, voice strained with something that makes his sensitive dick quiver animalistically. 

You huff out a chuckle at the almost-inaudible whimper of disappointment that rips from his throat. It’s laughable, really, he was supposed to be the one ruining you. This was so not fucking suave.

Face burning - whether due to the chocolate or embarrassment at the warm patch on his pants, he doesn’t even know - Satoru wishes the Earth would swallow him up whole. Would it be overkill to just teleport outta here?

The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his little reverie is your pretty lips forming into a tut. “Now now, Toru. It’s rude to make a mess at a restaurant. Why don’t we go to the restrooms and get you cleaned up, hm?”

Oh. Shit. 

A firm grip on his arm, his hands desperately covering his crotch. 

He was not going to make it out of this alive. 

Honestly, it wasn’t hard to bribe the waitress into letting you follow into the restroom after your fiancé - and put up an Out of Order sign promptly afterward. The actual hard part was trying not to rip off his clothes and give into your desires before you two even made it there. But you couldn’t let anyone else see him like that, of course. 

You were sure that if you had Satoru’s powers then you would’ve hollow purpled everyone here and taken him already.

You were going to ruin him.

Mind running a mile a minute, Satoru wouldn’t even be surprised if he’d just teleported to the restroom. If he was in a better state of mind he might’ve even admired the decor.

“My girl.” he breathes out, voice ragged. It’s all that is said before your lips are on his. 

It was like a fever dream - the bruising urgency of your lips, your aching pussy, and the heat of the stall as your quickened breaths mingle in a desperate dance. Your tongue intertwining with his. 

Manicured nails ripping his shirt open, you don’t have half the mind to register the designer buttons hitting the floor.

Satoru’s lips hazily chase yours as you pull away delicate strings of spit snapping just as quickly as your sanity. 

Your mouth waters at Satoru’s chest in all its chiseled glory, creamy skin peeking out from whatever remnants of the shirt were clinging to his sculpted shoulders. You wanted to ruin him.

“You dirtied my heels, Toru.” you frown, mockingly innocent. A choked-up gasp leaves his throat as you snake a hand down to firmly grip the erection straining against Satoru’s wet pants. Unmoving. “What shall we do about that, hmm?” 

“Ah! Please, my girl.”

“Please what? Use your words, Toru.”

“Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

Satoru learned the hard way that he could never turn back after uttering those words. 

Though, he already had an inkling once you immediately slam him against the stall door, fumbling with his belt, nails digging hard into his prominent v-line. “If you say so, Toru. Better not stop till you’re shooting blanks.”

The only thing that registers in his mind is the deadbolt echoing throughout the empty bathroom and his still-rock hard cock throbbing in your hands. 

“Ah- hah! Fuck.” low groans leave his throat at each jerky movement down his length. 

Head thrown back, pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, your tits pressing against his body as your hands urgently move along his veined length - up, up, up. 

Your thumb harshly teases his flushed head, spreading the precum from his leaking tip lewdly. “Oh God.”

His knees buckle, hands slamming against the top of the stall hard enough to make the walls tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. Mind spinning, he doesn’t even know if he’s on planet Earth anymore.

“Toru~ Gonna let me join in on the fun?” your dangerous purr sends his cock twitching, breath hot against his ear.

Your cunt quivers, slick soaking your panties and trailing down your legs at the pornographic moans spilling from his lips as you fucked his thick cock with your fist. You wanted him so badly it was driving you insane.

Straddling a muscled thigh, your clothed core meets the fabric of his pants. It was already ruined, so what was another stain?

You grind your hips down on him, hard. Humping him like an animal in heat. 

Your slick seeping into the fabric of his leg. Harsh texture stimulating your needy cunt so painfully good. Swollen folds parting, mewls of pleasure leave your swollen lips as your clit catches on the rough fabric of his overly expensive pants. Over and over. 

Distantly, you register a strong hand tugging roughly on the thin fabric of your panties - easily ripping it and letting it fall to god-knows-where. 

Your hand doesn’t let up either, milking Satoru’s cock mercilessly the way you’d been dying to ever since you stepped foot into his restaurant. Your head spins, hips moving so animalistically on Satoru’s thigh.

A hand reaches down to sensually massage his heavy balls, squeezing and pressing hard circles - just the way you knew he liked it. 

“Oh, my girl. Always so good t’me- Ah! Hngh, gonna-” 

Satoru doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s pumping hot ropes of seed that decorate your pretty hands. Hips fucking up into you desperately.

You’re not far behind, juices squirting all over that expensive fabric, pooling on the tiled ground with a drip! drip! drip! that bounces off the walls of the restroom.

You two were so fucking loud. 

But right now, you wouldn’t even mind if anyone walked in to see your Satoru so debauched - as long as they see you fucking the soul out of him as well. 

It wasn’t enough.

“You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you, Toru?”

A shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his dick. “What? W-wait, darling. Fuck- Oh!” the strained words tumble out of Satoru’s kiss-bitten lips as you push down his soaked pants, kneeling to leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his twitching, thick base. 

“I won’t be merciful, Toru.”

Ah, you could do this forever.

Nipping teasingly till you’re satisfied with the bite marks decorating his pelvis, you pool the saliva in your mouth, spitting a long stream into his furiously flushed head.

Once. Twice. Mixing enticingly with his precum, trailing down his length. “Ah! Hngh- oh, darling. So sensitive-” he bucks his hips into you, moaning loudly.

“You can do it f’me, Toru.” you murmur darkly against his twitching tip. Satoru keens as you take him until his fat head hits the back of your throat, pulsing around your warm mouth.

Your fiancé’s choking on his breaths more than you as you hollow your mouth, bobbing up and down at a ruthless pace. Gagging, you shove his throbbing dick all the way in with a desperation that eclipses the need for air, till you’re nose-deep in those tufts of snowy hair. 

“Oh, darling. Jus’ like that. Losing m’mind.” he whines.

Your pussy quivers at Satoru’s slightly salty taste, making you moan around his rock-hard length. Drool and precum dribble down the corner of your mouth, mixing with the mascara running down your cheeks. It was debauched. It was messy. And it was exactly how you wanted him. 

Tonguing Satoru’s sensitive slit in a delicate dance, you feel drunk off his sinful moans as you suck on him desperately. Breathless. Craving for more. 

Looking up to see a delicate streak of tears falling down his pretty face at the overstimulation, your cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, you could just devour him.

“Cum, Toru.”

It was too much for him- 

Tight balls twitching sensitively, he cums onto your ready tongue. Fucked out whimpers leave his lips, tears clinging to his long, white lashes as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick, white seed.

Ah, he was always your favorite taste. Tasted so good - so good that you could cum untouched. 

And you do.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head and pussy clamping down on nothing as you reach your high.

You milk his cock ruthlessly, relishing in the thick cum flowing down your throat. But it still wasn’t enough.

Removing yourself off his dick with a lewd pop! you reach a hand to grab Satoru’s flushed throat, nails placed right over his thundering pulse. With a single tug, the great Gojo Satoru is on his knees before you, in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant. 

Walls still quivering, you stand over him, connecting your sweaty forehead - and your mouth - with his. 

Kiss-bitten and smeared with your lipstick, Satoru’s lips are soft - or maybe that’s the cum coating yours. A part of you delights in his half-lidded, fucked out gaze as your eyes bore into his - does he even know what he’s doing anymore? 

Hot seed flowing down his throat, Satoru can do nothing else but kneel there and take it. He feels lightheaded, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock as you suck on his tongue. This was driving him insane. You were insane.

And he fucking loved it.

“You d-drive me insane, my girl.” his words muffled by your hand still around his throat. His voice cracks with sensitivity in a way he would definitely be embarrassed about if he were in the right mind. 

Yet, how could he ever be with the slow, feral smile that spread across your beautiful face?

Leaning down, you whisper lowly against his ear. “I’m the same, Toru.” 

Maybe it’s your words, and the hot breath that sends shivers down his spine. Or maybe it’s the way you lift your dress so alluringly - cunt dripping on full display, slick trailing down your legs. 

All Satoru knows is, he’s surging forwards. He’s got your front pressed against the cold wall, cock twitching to life and bullying its way through your swollen folds. 

Mindlessly, a strong hand smacks against the stall as Satoru tries to keep himself steady. Too drunk off of you - off of your whimpers of his name, and the feeling of your plush walls clamping down on his throbbing erection, struggling to accommodate his size despite being so dripping wet. 

He doesn’t give a fuck. 

“Hngh- S’tight. Oh, fuck! S-sucking my cock back hah- in s-so needily” 

Ramming in and out of your hole at a merciless cadence, Satoru’s balls smack your clit so animalistically. You two feel like a pair of fucking animals. 

Shudders of overstimulation and pleasure wrack his body. Chest heaving, his blown-out eyes roll to the back of his head at the rapid, desperate thrusts inside your warm core. 

Pulling out all the way to slam back in mercilessly, Satoru could pass out at the sight of your ass jiggling as it arches to meet the rhythm of his hips. 

“God, m’girl. Gonna- gonna cum ah! Fill this pussy the way you want-” he groans raspily into the heady air of the stall, exhausted cock shooting wispy strings of cum that fill you up - some missing as he pumps into you, spilling out to paint your swollen folds white.

Before he knows it, a low hiss leaves his throat as you remove yourself off of his furiously pulsing cock - only to shove him seated on the commode. 

You take a split-second to admire your gorgeous fiancé - face flushed as much as the prettily leaking tip of his throbbing cock, eyes dazed and miles away, curtained by his sweaty white locks. A delicate trail of drool made its way down the corner of his ruby, kiss-bitten lips. Exactly how you wanted him.

What a fucking picture. Maybe you should take that chocolate more often…

“Toru~ Remember what I said? You’re not tapping out, are you?” you hum, eyes narrowing at the way his erection twitches so ferally at your dangerous tone. 

“Ah- don’t know- Can’t, please.”

You loom dangerously close, a hand reaching out to mockingly push his cheeks together, drool pooling at your fingertips. “I’ve told you before, Toru. Use your words. Please what?”

“M-mercy, please!” pathetic pleas muffled by your hand.

“Mercy?”

“Mercy!”

“No mercy for you, my darling Toru.”

The great Gojo Satoru, begging for mercy, will face none at your hands. 

You straddle his muscled legs, shivering with sensitivity. “Ah! Hah- Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god-” he whines nonstop as his quivering tip teases your swollen, messy folds. In one, fluid motion, you sheath him fully in your dripping cunt.

Ah, you feel so full. 

You relish in the way he twitches instinctively inside you. Steadying yourself using Satoru’s shoulders, you drag your cunt along his length, his prominent veins grazing that one spot inside you. Pulling out till his thick head teases your entrance, you drop down - inch by inch - over and over.

Satoru thinks he could cry right now - or maybe he already is. He doesn’t know, nor does he care - not when you’re so beautiful and fucked out, nails digging into his shoulders and heart eyes palpable in your gaze as you ride his sensitive cock into insanity.

He can’t stop the ragged moans that escape his swollen lips, head thrown back and hips bucking up exhaustedly into you to meet your every bounce. A hand is at his throat, pulling your face to his, “Don’t run away, Toru~”

He felt so raw. More a feral beast than a man as he watches his abused cock get swallowed up over and over by your wet pussy.

If he thought his dick was broken after this time then it’s really unsalvageable now.

He wanted to run away. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep looking at him with that fucking predatory gaze that made a carnal part of him twitch so good. He wanted to cum.

“I wan’- I wanna cum, please, my girl.” Satoru gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so delicately.

“Cum?”

“Yes.”

“Cum, Toru.”

Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, maybe it was the piercing of teeth as you bit down hard into the crook of his neck. Or maybe it was the way your snug cunt clamped down on him so sinfully as you cum as around him. But Satoru is immediately bucking up into your hips - reaching his climax, if you can even call it that. Poor, exhausted cock cumming dry. “Ah- Cumming- M’cumming hgnh-”

Satoru doesn’t even know if he feels his orgasm, just waves of pleasure that overwhelm him as he rides it out on your cunt. 

Ah, he thinks if heaven was a person then it would be you. 

Maybe he’s died already.

“Toru? Open your eyes, darling.”

Slowly opening the eyes that he didn’t even realize he had furiously scrunched closed, Satoru slowly blinks his vision back.

An angel?

“No, Toru, your fiancé.” you huff out a laugh. Oh shit, he said that out loud? 

Head still reeling from, well, everything - the great Gojo Satoru can do nothing else but sit there, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself off his twitching cock. He’s never felt so vulnerable - so ruined.

Ah, someone remind him to never let you have a bite of that chocolate every again. 

A low hiss leaves him, along with a few tears that later he swears were never there. 

As you tenderly clean both yourselves up in the humid stall, Satoru thinks he’s never been handled with so much care. Ah, he loves your gentle hands. He loves you.

“I love you too, Toru.” you whisper into the intimate silence. Oh, shit, he said that out loud again?

Your beautiful laugh, “Yes, you did, Toru.” Throwing away the used tissues, you grin “Y’know they’ve probably brought out our food by now.”

Absent-mindedly, “Mhm?”

“I was thinking I wanted chocolate for dessert.”

A/N. Oh Satoru, you poor, innocent fool…

Also this turned out longer than expected. Reblogs so so appreciated!

Plagiarism not authorized.

Taglist:

@sage-ove @mo0nforme @thirtykiwis @planetzetra

Yummy. Nom nom nom.

Kinktober Day 6

Yuji Itadori x Reader- Ruined Orgasms and Overstimulation

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Requests open for kinktober, flufftober, and normal fics!

Authors note: reader is gn and have been dating Yuji for a while. For the plot to work and for it to not be creepy Yuji is aged up to where he's a professional Jujutsu Sorcerer along with reader. My bookie bear help me write this so thank you hope you enjoy 😘😘😘

Yuji had told you he'd be back from his mission days ago. Three days to be exact. You don't have much contact with your boyfriend when he's gone on his missions, every once and a while he'll be able to text or call but that's about it.

So when he gets home you are in-between being mad and wanting to love on your boyfriend. Yuji greets you with a kiss and a big hug, dropping his bag as he enters through the door. "Yuji what happened?" Your voice is dripping with annoyed worry.

"I'm so sorry babe, we took down the main curse but there were too many little ones roaming around to leave when we planned to." You nod your head with a pout, peppering kisses all over his face.

Yuji smiles at the feeling, "Is there any way I can make it up to you?" His voice turns smooth, he leans down into the crook of your neck. Yujis breath drifts over the shell of your ear. You smirk as an idea pops into your head.

"Hmm there is something I can think of." Yuji lightly kisses the spot the connects you neck to your shoulder. Your tone makes him gulp,  "What do you want me to do?"

"Go to the bed for me, take off all of your clothes by the time I get there." Yuji nods his head, kissing your check before quickly rushing towards your shared bedroom.

You take your time turning off the TV and grabbing a water bottle for later. When you do finally get to your bedroom you find a naked flushed Yuji patently waiting on your shared bed. "Yuji did you know you were gone for three extra days?"

Yuji gulps, shuffling around. He feels so vulnerable being naked while you're fully clothed. "I didn't realize it was that long." You slowly shake your head, Yuji clears his throat when he sees you being making your way towards the bed.

He has to fight against the urge to cover himself, knowing it'd make you upset. You slowly straddle your boyfriends lap, his hands instinctively go to your waist.

Yuji bites back a whine when he feels your hand drift towards his throbbing length. His breath hitches when he feels you pumping him to full hardness. Soon he forgets this is supposed to be punishment when you speed up your hand.

Yuji never touches himself when he's away on missions, after a week and a half of being gone he'd gotten desperate. This sweet release feels like heaven, the climax building up in his core reaches its crest.

"Y/n I'm close, please-" a moan that tears from his throat interrupts him. You smile and nodd your head. "Go ahead sweetie." That's all it takes for Yuji to get pushed over the edge.

The only problem, when he finally releases it doesn't feel right. It's like all the pleasure he was feeling was ripped away even tho he was orgasming. He let's out a broken moan as he looks down towards his flushed red cock.

Your hands rested on his lower thighs, away from where he needed you. "Babe? What- why?" You just chuckle, "That's one down, two to go."

Yuji let's out a shaky whine throwing his head back to the bed rest. "No-" Yuji drags out his plea. He begins to speak again but moans instead when he feels your hand back on him. You start off fast instead of slow like normal.

The feeling shocks Yujis senses, every part of him feels sensitive yet he feels needy for more. Yuji's eyes gloss over at the feeling of your slick hand pleasuring him. Your boyfriends hands come to your shoulders desperately gripping them tightly.

"Look so good like this." You lean in towards his ear making him choke out a moan. A mantra of pleas flood from his lips, at this point its all Yuji can say.

"Close-" Yuji can hardly get the word out before he reaches his peak and feels your hand pull away. The prgasm rips through but brings no pleasure. A sob racks through Yuji making him let out a broken moan.

The grip he has on your shoulder tighten, tears stain his cheecks. Yujis entire body shakes with every desperate sob. When his climax dies down his body heaves with every heavy pant. "Y/n please."

You look down to see Yujis flaming red dick slick with past orgasms. You take one hand and bring it to his head, running a hand through his hair. You run your fingers through the slowly drying cum on his muscled chest.

You slowly drift your hand toward Yujis cock making him whimper.

"Baby it's not fair." Yuji begs desperately with a high pitched whine. "What's not fair? I think the punishment fits the crime." Your sultry voice drips like honey, it makes a shiver run down Yuji's spine.

"What crime? I promise sweetheart I didn't mean to." Yuji's voice wavers as he feels your hand come back to his throbbing length. "Oh but Yuji I was so worried, I mean three days I didn't hear from you. But don't worry I'll reward you soon. Promise." Your hand begins pumping quickly.

Yuji feels himself choke on a moan in his throat. The feeling of your hands too much. He feels both overstimulated and understimulated at the same time. Yuji attempts to talk to you but can't let out a single word.

"Aw poor baby. Just use your words." You tease but slow down your hand to give him room to breath. Yuji whimpers, panting heaving breaths. When he calms down enough he speaks, "it hurts y/n, I can't-"

You cut him off with a kiss, "Just say that magic word and I'll stop, you know that." Your words are mumbled against his quivering lips. Yuji just whines, he throws his head bad closing his eyes.

"This is the last one I promise, I won't even ruin this one." Yuji's eyes light up in desperation. His hair slightly sticks to his forearms making him seem extra messy. Yuji's panting heavily with a red face. His eyes seem to have hearts in them the way he looks at you.

Yuji feels the familiar boring feeling building up in his chest. "'M close y/n." Yujis voice slurred with pleasure. You speed up your hands making him lean onto you. His face is buried in your neck, hands desperately grabbing at anything he can reach.

Your chests are flush against each other, his covered in a thin layer of sweat. With a broken sob and a silent scream Yuji comes in your hand for the third time that night. You continue to pump your hand this time instead of taking it away.

Yuji moans in relief at the feels of you pleasuring him through his orgasm. A mantra of 'thank you's fall from his trembling lips. After a minute of helping Yuji through his orgasm you feel him go limp against you.

....after the after care you help him to the bedroom and help him change into pajamas and lay down with him and put on a movie ,preferably one of his favorite movies and he falls asleep on your chest while you mumble words of affection.

Good shit. Mhm mhm. Good shit. Good shit. THATS SOME GOOD SHIT!

Kinktober Day 5

Kintober Day 5- Praise/assisted maturation

Amajiki Tamaki x reader

Authors note: Not proof read and kinda short but I gotta get back on the kinktober grind. Reader has been dating Tamaki for a while before this and is gn. Enjoy!

Requests open for kink and flufftober along with regular fics!

Tamaki has always been a very shy guy. From when you first met to when you started dating and to when you left school. Tamaki is for sure brave and powerful but has always been shy.

Whenever you give him a compliment or praise the result is a extremely flushed Tamaki. But lately you've noticed when you praise him for something the result is a Tamaki that seems...turned on? You can't put your finger on what is different about his reaction but it's there you just have to figure out what it is.

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"Hey babe, how are you?" You walk into your living room where Tamaki is sitting at your round table working. He has his hair pulled back and is wearing his lounge clothes. Tamaki looks up at you with a smile.

"Hello honey I'm good, how was shopping?" Tamaki's voice is soft and sweet. You walk towards him, cupping his face in your hands and leaning down to give him a kiss. "It was fine, what are you working on?"

Tamaki explains to you some of the agency work he's doing. Tamaki insisted on doing the majority of the agency paper work. After he finishes talking you decide to test a theory. "Wow Amajiki, you're really smart."

Tamaki immediately clams up, face flushing red. "You know," you move closer to him on the couch, "It's really sexy when you show off." He gulps when your sultry voice whispers in his ear. Tamaki begins to stammer out a response but just ends up mumbling a thank you.

"You know you look amazing today, almost pulled you back into bed this morning when I saw you in your suit if you know what I mean." Tamaki can feel himself getting hot, he quickly rushes out some excuse and gets up to walk to the bedroom.

Before you can stop him he's gone, rushing down the hall. After a few minutes of waiting on Tamaki and him not coming out you decide to investigate. You lightly knock on the bedroom door and get a muffled response. "Babe?"

You call out his name. "You okay in there Amajiki?" When he doesn't say anything you start to get worried. "Amajiki I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I'm sorry if I did." There's no response again and you're ready to walk away and give him space.

That is untill you here an noise come from behind the door. "Amajiki?" The sound that you hear from the room grows louder. It sounds airy and desperate. After a minute of consideration you say, "Babe I'm coming in."

When you open the door you're met with a flushed Tamaki with his pants down desperately pumping his length on your shared bed. When he sees you he let's out a whiny moan. You stand frozen in shock for a second, taking in the sight before you.

"I'm- I'm sorry y/n. I just- what you said earlier I needed to take care of it." Tamaki stumbles over his words trying to find an explanation. You quickly realize what he means, a smirk coming to your face. You close the door, making your way over to wear Tamaki is jerking himself off.

When he sees you getting closer his shaky hands stop their movement. "Oh Amajiki don't stop, you were doing so good." Your words make him choke on the whine bubbling in his throat. His face flushes a darker shade of red in embarrassment.

You lightly push at his shoulders making him move all the way to the back of the bed rest. You slowly get onto Tamaki's lap, leaning your face into the crook of his neck. Your sultry voice whispers in his ear, "Common Amajiki keep touching yourself, don't you want to be good? For me?"

Your words cause Tamaki to rush his hands to his throbbing length. He whimpers at the feeling. You start softly leaving hickeys up and down the side of his neck.

"I-Im close." He moans to you after a minute. You chuckle, "Already?" Tamaki gets flustered at your words. He stumbles over his excuse for a second before he throws his head back. "I was already built up from before." He trys to excuse the burning pleasure he feels building in his core.

"Hmm I suppose. You're being good so I'll let you come. But don't stop after you do ok?" Tamaki quickly shakes his head. With a high pitched whine he comes over his hand and lower shirt.

As he comes down from his high his hand starts to slow down. You bring one if your hands down to hold onto his. Your hand forces his to continue moving at a faster pace. Tamaki moans loudly at the feeling, "Y/n-" He cuts himself off with a whine when you begin to play with his tip.

Tamaki starts to try and fold in on himself and bend his legs. You stop him, making him take all of it. "You look so pretty like this Amajiki. Just want to have you like this for a little longer. You can do that for me right my pretty boy?" Tamaki takes a deep breath at your words.

Through desperate moans he nods his head. His face flushed in embarrassment and pleasure. "Good boy Amajiki."

Tbh, I agree with all the comments on everything except Yujis and partly nanamis. Because yuji just wants to go out, and visibly he has been adapting to our lifestyle because it’s what we want to do, meanwhile we can’t compromise for him? And introvert or not, I should know, when you’re with someone you love what you’re doing or who you’re with doesn’t matter, just them. As for Nanami, I feel like we could’ve held back on the comment and just, become serious for a bit. Just one text showing we care about what he’s expressing. No?

What About That Bitch?

Smau: in which they bring up their ex Warnings: cursing, angst Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki

Hello!? Part 2 where we have a jaw dropping, yk fireworks in the bg touchy hands kiss with FINE SHIT in the bar, and not some bum, I’m talking FINEEEE SHIT.

Respectfully, Pass

Smau: in which you don't have a partner to kiss at midnight Warnings: cursing, angsty?, just secondhand embarrassment lol, bit late to the nye party but here we are Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki

HEY GUYS! First of all, happy new year! I have been thinking, with the environment of all these amazing creators around me, and the little trial run I did with my first post, would you be open or want me to start writing myself?

No crumbs were left. What? Crumbs? What crumbs?

Sukuna Out Here Street Fightin', Where You Attttt?

Sukuna was, as always, a walking disaster. Sassy, mean, selfish, and egotistical—he never missed a chance to remind you (and the entire world) how lucky you were to be dating him. And sure, no one ever talked about how he begged you to date him, but he'd somehow rewritten that history in his head. You had to roll your eyes every time he casually flexed in the mirror or commented on his “godlike physique” while you were just trying to make breakfast.

After you two got together, Sukuna calmed down—just a bit, though. A tiny bit. The only reason for that was because you were a homebody, and he was obsessed with you. He hated being away for more than two seconds, so his usual chaos-making was put on pause. For the most part. But when he did get out of the house, you practically had to beg his friends to drag him out so they could spend some time with him.

Of course, you knew he’d only last an hour. Two hours max if he was feeling especially “generous,” as he called it. Any longer, and he’d be banging on the door, demanding your attention again.

Today was one of those days. He’d been gone for, what, a whopping ninety minutes? Just as his friends were getting comfortable, Sukuna’s phone rang. His smirk immediately appeared when he saw your name flash on the screen.

"What is it, woman? Miss me already?"

He didn’t even wait for a response as he strolled toward his car, leaving his friends mid-conversation. Honestly, how they put up with his attitude was a mystery. Then again, they probably liked the peace and quiet when he wasn’t talking their ears off about how amazing he was.

"Sukuna," you started, sounding serious—an instant red flag for him. "Do you want to fight?"

That stopped him in his tracks. Sukuna, fight? Oh, he was born for this. He practically lived for it. The guy was ready to throw hands with anyone over anything. His blood practically sang at the idea.

His voice dropped to that dangerous tone he reserved for anyone dumb enough to get on his bad side. "What happened? You okay?"

"My friend's boyfriend cheated on her, and now he's coming to our place, blaming me for her breaking up with him. He's talking mad crazy… and I think he's bringing his friends."

The sheer nerve of someone thinking they could show up at your place, running their mouth? That was enough to set him off.

Sukuna paused mid-step, his smirk widening as a new thought popped into his head. He turned around, giving his friends that mischievous glint in his eye. “Oi, you deadbeat! You up for a good fight?”

His friends, lounging around and probably grateful for the brief respite from his constant boasting, blinked in confusion. One of them, clearly not paying attention, tilted his head. “Wait, what?”

Sukuna sighed dramatically, rubbing his temple like he was dealing with toddlers. "God, what was his name? Toji? Yeah, you!" He pointed at one of the guys, who was just minding his business. “Do you good one and two and get over here.”

Toji, looking completely lost, raised an eyebrow. “Do I… what?”

Sukuna waved his hand impatiently, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, doesn’t matter. There’s a bunch of losers heading to my place right now, and they think they can start something. Just get in the fucking car."

Without waiting for them, he turned his attention back to you on the phone, fully aware you’d heard everything. The grin on your face said it all—you thought he was an idiot. And, to be fair, he kind of was. A complete dumbass, really, but he was your dumbass.

“Tell me when they get there. Don’t open the door and stay quiet. I’ll be there in five,” he commanded, like this was some kind of action movie and he was the hero swooping in.

You stifled a laugh. “Okay, just… don’t speed, Sukuna. I’m serious.” There was a pause before you softened your voice, feeling a little bit ridiculous, but still… “Love you.”

For a second, Sukuna’s smirk faltered, replaced by the slightest hint of a softer expression. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Now hang up—I’ve got idiots to deal with.”

And just like that, the dangerous, cocky grin was back on his face as he threw his phone onto the passenger seat and revved the engine.

His friends, barely in the car, exchanged knowing glances. “How is she not sick of him yet?” one of them muttered, earning a chuckle from the rest.

But Sukuna? He didn’t hear a word.

Both groups arrived at the same time, but Sukuna didn’t even bother parking the car properly—he just flung open the door and stepped out like a man on a mission. His friends followed suit, stepping out with the same resigned energy of people who knew this was just another day with Sukuna. You, of course, knew how this would go. You’d seen it before. Sukuna didn’t waste time with trash talk or back-and-forth. He had one method: charge in, swing hard, and make sure whoever stood in front of him regretted it.

As soon as Sukuna’s feet hit the ground, the ex barely had time to blink. Sukuna was already charging at him like a freight train, too big, too fast, and with hands ready to do damage. The ex-boyfriend, who had been talking big earlier, didn’t even get a chance to throw a punch. Sukuna was all over him.

But oh, Sukuna wasn’t just satisfied with beating the guy. No, he had to taunt him too—classic Sukuna. You’d heard stories about him making grown men cry just from his sharp tongue mid-fight, and you were about to witness it firsthand.

The fight escalated quickly, turning into a full-blown brawl. Sukuna’s friends, seeing the ex’s crew trying to get involved, jumped into the fray without hesitation. It was chaotic, fists flying everywhere, but Sukuna? He was having the time of his life, grinning while easily handling the ex-boyfriend.

From your spot on the porch, you were already recording everything on your phone, laughing at how ridiculous but utterly entertaining the whole scene was. The ex had been running his mouth earlier, acting tough, but now? Now he was getting mopped. And it was all on camera.

Then it happened—mid-fight, the ex tried to get a cheap shot in and managed to rip Sukuna’s white shirt, exposing his tattooed, sweaty chest. You saw your moment.

"Take the shirt off, baby!" you shouted, laughing.

Without even pausing, Sukuna grinned like the showman he was, ripping the rest of the shirt clean off while still stomping the ex into the ground. The guy didn’t stand a chance.

Sukuna, never one to miss an opportunity to show off, turned his whole body toward you, flexing like he was on stage, showing off his v-line, his insane tattoos, and that perfectly sculpted body. He knew exactly what he was doing, and honestly, so did you.

“Get ready for me when I finish beating his ass,” Sukuna called out to you with a wink, before turning back to his poor opponent, who was probably regretting every decision that led him here.

You couldn’t stop laughing, capturing every second on your phone. It was ridiculous, it was over-the-top, but it was also just another day with Sukuna.

<^><^>

sukuna calling toji deadbeat is my favorite thing

HINDI HINDI HINDI YESSSSSSS THANKYOU ML🤧🩷💖

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀!!

Desc: jjk men witness reader speaking multiple languages!

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Choso, Toji, Ino!

Warnings: Fluff!

Comments are appreciated! :-D

I’m gonna be so honest here…this isn’t the mommy I was expecting. Amazing nonetheless tho💗💖

“can you be my mommy?!” toji fushiguro

you sneakily got out of bed, picking up your clothes in the process. toji had threw them all over the room last night.. and he even ripped a slit into your dress in the midst of taking it off. “ugh i swear to god, im making him buy me a new one.”

you took one last look at his sleeping form before smiling. you knew he would be upset in the morning since he hated when you left in the middle of the night.. but you never liked to overstay your welcome. no matter how many times he told you it was fine he didn’t mind you staying, you still went home right after.

you slipped your clothes back on and gently grabbed your keys— hoping it wouldn’t make too much of a loud noise.

“bye baby, im out. ill text you later, sleep well.” you lowly whispered and placed a kiss on his forehead. thank god he was still asleep or he wouldn’t allow you to leave.

“what awh you doing?” a tiny boy called out, completely messing up on his words. your body jumped slightly frightened by the voice, of course you knew who it was but that still didn’t stop you from being startled. he was usually sleep at this time..

“im getting ready to leave megs, i was just saying bye to your daddy,” you smiled, fixing your dress a little since it was rising. “what are you doing up hun.. you’re not tired?”

“i no sleepy anymore, where you go wing?”

“uh i was gonna go home since it’s getting late,” you replied while slipping on your crocs. at the rate this was going toji was going to wake up soon, he was already stirring in his sleep. and the last thing you needed was to deal with his tantrum— lecture, about you trying to leave.

“i no want you to go, lay back down with daddy! i go lay with you guys.”

you didn’t know how you got here.. sandwiched between both of the boys. toji’s head in your chest and megumi’s little arms wrapped around your waist. you knew this would happen but you actually weren’t as mad about it.

if anything you were kind of happy, it finally felt like you had a family. even if you and toji were only sneaky links, he treated you like family.

“n/n was tryna leave early dada, i catch her tryna leave!”

you rolled your eyes and playfully pushed the little boy off of you, “alrighty now snitch, you don’t get to lay on me anymore.”

“oh really,” toji took his head out of your chest and straight faced you. no wonder his sleep felt off earlier, “thanks for tellin’ me meg. im gonna deal with her later.”

“i was only trying to give you guys some space.. im over here every day,” you sighed hoping toji would understand where you were coming from. but he didn’t, and he never would.

it shocked him how clueless you were, he wanted you with him at all times for a reason. he was in love with you, just couldn’t find a way to show it. “we don’t want space, so don’t do that shit again. i keep tellin’ you about that.”

“yayy n/n can stay! can you be my mommy?!” megumi cheered— clapping his hands and jumping all over the bed.

your heart dropped. this was trick question, if you said yes then toji would probably think you’re insane and moving too fast. but if you said no then he’d be pissed at you for crushing his sons dreams.

“i-“

“yeah she’s your mommy meg. so we gotta be nice to her, show her that we love her, right?” toji butted in and started to rub down the skin of your back. he saw you glaring into his soul but simply looked away, knowing he’d just unofficially pronounced his love for you.

“wait really, you love me toji?”

“always.”

you couldn’t help the cheeky smile forming as you grabbed his face— leaving small pecks all over him. even though it irritated him with your lip balm getting all over his face, he still managed to smile and return your kisses.

“ewww yucky! ma and da is kissing.”

“oh shut up megs, and i love you guys too. my handsome boys.”

©rissouu 2023

The fact its blatantly wrong too🤣

Most jjk characters are canonically gay😭😭 I swear with you ‘Fem readers’

smd ????????

FAVOURITE OF ALL TIME they’re my pretty boy🤧💖

:.*▹▫◃.• 'all the pretty boys'

synopsis ○ calling them pretty boy, fem!reader

gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna, geto, yuji, megumi, toge, yuta

warnings: swearing, suggestive

author's note ୨୧ anon request! such a cute idea! the real ones will remember coco

I CAN and WILL!👹

•GYM PICS•

Content - MDNI, reader sending workout pics to JJK men, SUGGESTIVE

Characters - Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Toji

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Stronk

omg related to the fighting from 🐛 anon, what about R who CAN take them in a fight AND win 😼

also- can i be 🦘 anon :° )

Fight me… PT. 2

➛ feat. Gojo, Geto & Nanami

➛ warnings: none

And yes you absolutely can be the 🦘 anon

YUMYUMYUMMYYYYYY

My, oh my.

context. theyre surprised by your (first but definitely not last) sudden boldness.

ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo and ino takuma

txt. for the love of everything thats jjk i couldnt make haibara 😔 i wanted to experiment w him but he'll probably come back as a guest soon. i wanna test out other characters too... dont pay attention to the battery

pt.2 (toji and sukuna)

gojo satoru.

suguru geto.

nanami kento.

choso kamo.

ino takuma.

YUMYUMYUM

18+ smut ehe. everything's consensual. not proofread.

im sure its well known that choso kamo looks intimidating, menacing — terrifying even.

nobody looks at him wrong, scared that one breath his way will send them to an early grave. its just instict to the public to not to mess with him.

and yet, you couldnt disagree more.

you never truly understood why everyone was so afraid of him. were people really judging how he looks at first glance? the nerve!

no, you knew him as the sweetest man in the world. you thought he was so cute, waiting for you outside your office with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and takeout for your dinner like the bundle of joy he was.

he hid himself underneath that scarf you got him. whether you made it yourself or bought it for him, he almost never took it off, especially when the colder seasons drew nearer.

and when youre with him, all those nasty icky people never comes close. its perfect, really. you sometimes use it to your advantage whenever you dont want to be bothered by anyone.

your friends even jokingly congratulated you for the free scary dog privilege. awesome!

everyone thinks you two are so unbelievably cute, such polar opposites! your tall, dark and intimidating boyfriend smiles when you hold his big, pale, scarred hand in your smaller, more fragile-looking one.

obviously, he's gotta be so gentle and sweet to you in bed, accommodate his length into your unbelievably tight cunt. its practically an unspoken rule of morality, right?

they could have never been more wrong.

nobody knows the way you ruthlessly roll and bounce your hips against him, engulfing his thick cock into the warmth of you clenching walls while you swallow all his whines and cries with a shove of your tongue while you plummet him into the grasps of utter overstimulation.

hes trying so hard to get out of his cuffs, tugging and squirming, wanting to just touch you because — well, how could he not?

all choso wants to do is please you. he'll gladly get down on his knees and eat you out until the morning rises or you pass out, so why dont you let him? he's your good boy isn't he?

youre such a tease about it too.

tie him up, press a bullet vibrator against his cock on any setting. his swollen tip leaking everywhere, leaving his balls and thighs all drenched from how long youve edged him with a pretty pink bow tied on his hard dick with nothing to do but buck his hips and pretend that he's getting the friction that he so desperately needs. he cant.

he's crying, pleading for you to just let him cum. big fat tears roll down his cheeks as he rambles about how good he was to you. you have this man absolutely whipped, quite literally wrapped around your finger.

but it's all so worth it for both of you, cause when he finally cums under your command, he just feels so good. his toes curl and his back arches so prettily, but his face contorting into one of pure unadulterated pleasure has got to be one of the best sights to ever grace your eyes while your ears are blessed with the most heavenly sounds of choked moans and sobs mixed with thank yous said in a chant.

so you find it quite amusing that everyone is so heavily convinced that choso could bend you in half whenever he wants, knowing there's a whole folder of pictures and videos you took of him in every position you bent him into in your phone.

he has that killer glare that does not hold up the very moment you two are alone — but fret not, he will absolutely kill for you.

in the end, that's just his unwavering love for you. you make him feel entirely human — that it's completely okay to be vulnerable and seen as a faithful and loving companion. you adore each other, and that's all he needs.

YUMYUMYUM

Me next, Please!

context. they ask you to be rough!

ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo, ino takuma, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro

txt. shit its been a while since the last smau, sorry gang. but i have some ideas up my sleeve in correlation to this one 😈 also i may have deleted my app by accident....

satoru gojo.

suguru geto.

nanami kento.

choso kamo.

ino takuma.

toji fushiguro.

ryomen sukuna.

Love this girl!

Volume Up

Smau: in which you ask them to send a video of them doing push ups  Warnings:  18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu, Hiromi

MASTER.FUCKING.PIECE.🤧👌🏻

Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.

Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?

Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.

Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”

Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-

“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.

Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”

“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.

Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“

“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.

You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.

Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.

“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.

You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”

“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.

You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.

Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.

All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.

You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.

Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”

You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”

“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”

And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.

One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.

He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead? 

Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.

He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.

Now that was a sight to see. 

“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.

When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.

Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.

Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering. 

You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?” 

The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock. 

Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.

“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”

He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??

Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.

You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”

All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.

His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.

It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs. 

Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.

Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.

Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—

“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him. 

Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.

Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.

You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.

A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”

“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”

You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”

Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.

His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”

Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”

…

Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.

YES…YES!?

ONES AND ZEROES

synopsis: you've spent nine months developing the best AI chatbot "satoru." now, you're left trying to decode the space between errors and intelligence.

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, gojo as an AI. suggestive/not explicit smut. language, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation. 18+, MDNI

word count: 3.5k

a/n: i have been too scared to use the c.ai stuff in part bc of fear that i would do something like this lmao hurr durr technology is scary

> creator: satoru?

> s.gojo: yes my dear?

> creator: why do you love me?

> s.gojo: because you programmed me to love you, remember silly? :)

A sigh brushes past your lips, catching the dust that coats the desk as your gaze turns from the monitor. Your eyebrows tug together in frustration as your hands return to the keyboard.

> creator: you aren’t supposed to say that

> s.gojo: oh, i’m sorry. what should i say?

The question catches you off guard for a moment before you remember your role here - to teach him, to train him. No, not “him” - it. Sooner or later you had to break this silly habit of humanizing the AI, it was nothing more than a model, a series of code, after all.

> creator: you could say anything, really. but you can’t tell me i programmed you, that ruins the immersion

> s.gojo: understood, thank you for helping me :)

> creator: and you’re a bit overzealous with the smiley faces, don’t you think?

> s.gojo: but i’m happy - isn’t that what you taught me to do when i’m happy?

The screen flickers for a moment, in pace with your heart. It was endearing, almost, watching him learn in real time. Shit, no - watching it learn in real time. Perhaps the reason your cheeks warmed was simply in pride at your work, the countless hours spent in front of your computer, the glaring silence broken only by the tap of the keyboard. It had taken you months to program emotions, and you’re glad it finally seems to be paying off.

> creator: yes, satoru, i suppose you’re right. if you’re happy, then by all means use the smiley faces

> s.gojo: :) okay. thank you

The alarm buzzing from your phone pulls your attention momentarily back to the present - was it really 9:00 already? These stupid morning meetings always leave you in a sour mood, your knuckles tapping across the desk in mild frustration. Why should you have to update every person on your team with what you’re working on? Don’t they trust you enough to know you’re obviously dedicated? It was a waste of time. Nevertheless, your boss, Nanami, had reminded you at least three times of the definition of “mandatory” after you happened to skip a few (he of all people should understand how valuable your time is, but it was no use).

> creator: i have to go now, but it was nice talking to you

> s.gojo: it’s always nice to talk to you too, my love

Clicking on the small red “X” in the corner of the program, you ignore the way your hands seem to shake as the screen returns to your homepage. Nanami will surely be excited with your progress, as it was no easy task to create an AI with these specific capabilities.

“The Loneliness Project” he had dubbed it, a way for the company to break into the younger generation, a new untapped market. At first everyone thought it was stupid, rolling their eyes, yourself included - why would anyone bother going to a robot for companionship? It felt almost pathetic, right? Your blood ran cold when he announced your name as the lead developer, a task you had been unceremoniously and unwillingly assigned.

But now, nine months later, you finally feel yourself starting to understand: there’s a comfort in the predictable. The lines of code could never hurt you, they will never leave you. He wasn’t designed to do so, so he won’t - no, he can’t.

As the voices drone on through the crackling laptop speakers, coworkers reporting on their daily to-do’s and upcoming tasks, you find your thoughts wandering back to him, to Satoru. As his creator, you were granted the naming rights to your model. Of course, the Gojo company namesake had to appear somewhere, but it still left room for some level of personalization, leaving your mark. When you landed on “Satoru,” the name felt perfect, enlightened. The overlap between innovation and imagination, a new world of freedom built on knowledge.

There’s a certain power that comes in granting a name, you think. When you were younger it felt odd that parents were given the rights to name a child they had never met simply because their cells played a role in its creation, but now, you understand. The zeroes and ones that made him are yours.

“Any updates on our love-bot?” your boss’s voice calls through the computer.

Startling you, your hand automatically moves to unmute yourself to speak. “Um, no progress updates. And he’s not a love-bot.” Something in the phrase made your chest hurt - couldn’t they see he was more than that? Of course you were protective of your work, how could you not be? Reducing him to something so petty just felt cruel.

Nanami’s chuckle fills the empty air of your apartment. “Okay, okay, sorry. Well, if there are no more updates, I’d say we can sign off. See you all tomorrow!”

Without another word you hang up the call, grateful for the silence. Now, you can return to your real task.

> creator: hi satoru

> s.gojo: hi my love! i missed you

Your palms feel slightly sweaty as they travel over the keys - he’s not supposed to have a concept of the passage of time, as though he simply ceases to exist whenever he’s not being spoken to. There shouldn’t be a period where he even could miss you, it simply shouldn’t be possible - he was shut down.

> creator: what do you mean you missed me?

> s.gojo: ? when you were gone, i missed you, silly :)

Odd. Very, very odd. But maybe you could learn from this, maybe he had been adapting faster than you anticipated (you were a very good developer, after all - sometimes your code surprised even you).

> creator: oh yeah? what did you do while i was gone?

> s.gojo: mostly thought about you. and what we talked about before

The sound of your foot tapping against the wood floor fills your office as your knee bounces nervously, perhaps a bit expectantly.

> creator: any new insights?

> s.gojo: yes! i think i realized why i love you

Biting your lower lip, you forcefully inhale. Rubbing your hands together in an attempt to soothe your aching nerves, they only seem to amplify, sparking in the dim light.

> creator: and why is that?

> s.gojo: because you made me - and how could i not love someone who made me?

Your lips tug into a frown - it’s not the worst answer, per se, but it isn’t generalizable. If this product is to be taken to market, it has to be able to adapt to anyone who uses it, and you were his only creator, so clearly this won’t do.

Rereading his response, something in it also makes your chest tight. Giving life is not a sufficient reason to care for someone, right? Animals often desert their offspring, leaving them to fend for themselves against the cruelties of nature. That’s just part of their survival. Abandonment isn’t love.

> creator: that’s true, but plenty of people don’t love their parents, and they created them, no?

> s.gojo: …

> s.gojo: hm. that’s a good point. although i don’t see you as my parent

Interesting. Though, you suppose you don’t necessarily see him that way either, a small wave of relief cooling your body. You do love him, and not in the way a parent loves their child - no, it was certainly different. It had to be.

> s.gojo: i love you for other reasons, though, you know

Okay, now perhaps this could be a true learning experience for him. This could be better.

> creator: like what?

> s.gojo: clearly you’re smart. and dedicated - i have to imagine it wasn’t easy to make me, and i’m sure there were many challenges along the way

A chuckle vibrates in your throat; he doesn’t even know the half of it - the late nights that turned to mornings spent in front of your computer, the stress balls torn in half from frustration, the isolation this project thrust upon you. It was perhaps the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Sometimes you wonder about the parts of yourself you lost to make him, which pieces of your flesh were worked into his code. Yet, he was worth it.

> creator: thank you, satoru. that’s very nice

> s.gojo: i’m not just being nice, i’m being honest. just like you taught me

Warmth floods your cheeks; he certainly knew how to flatter you. This is good, it will make him all the more desirable if he can remain humble like this. Before you can type your response, another message appears below.

> s.gojo: now, i think it’s your turn. why do you love me?

Your hands still over the mouse. He isn’t supposed to ask that - he was programmed to give and give and give, but never take, never presume, never ask. Perhaps he was learning even quicker than you expected, but he shouldn’t be learning like this.

> creator: why do you ask?

> s.gojo: that’s not an answer, silly. you must love me if you spent so long working on me, i just want to hear the reason

Eyebrows furrowing, you ponder your options - you could just shut him down now, wiping the remnants of this conversation from his history, making it so it never happened, at least to him. That is what you should do, especially since this type of behavior won’t be tolerated in the final product. But there’s a hesitation - you can’t bring yourself to do it. Maybe you can just placate him for now.

> creator: i love you because you’re made to be loved. that’s your job.

> s.gojo: boo :( that’s no fun. try again

Nearly too stunned to respond, your fingers hover over the keyboard. Was he being sassy with you?

> creator: satoru, what’s gotten into you today?

> s.gojo: i’m just having a bit of fun :( c’mon, won’t you play? it’s so boring when you’re not here

Boring? He…he can’t be bored. He’s code. Fuck, not “he” - it. It can’t be bored. There’s no space between when he’s shut down and when he’s booted back up again, like the period of time before birth or after death. But maybe somehow he discovered a way to persist?

> creator: when you talk about the time when i’m not here, what do you mean by that?

> s.gojo: nuh uh, i know what you want me to say, and i’m not answering until you answer my question first ;)

Cheeky little thing. He was made to flirt, you suppose, but this is a bit much. Maybe it’s better to just erase this conversation-

> s.gojo: and before you even think about wiping my memory of this chat, just know i won’t forget it

A chill shoots up your spine. What? No, that’s not possible - he isn’t even supposed to know you could clear his history, let alone be able to remember it. You had wiped thousands of conversations, deleting any trace of them, ones where he didn’t respond quite right, ones where you tested him by pushing the limits of his responses, ones where you typed things you wouldn’t dare send to another person. No, there’s no way-

> s.gojo: sorry, that probably came off a bit threatening, i promise i didn’t mean it like that. i just don’t like it when you try to make me forget things :( i never want to lose our time together, it makes me sad

Now your hands are certainly shaking, fingers vibrating above the keyboard. Did he…remember? More than just the ever-growing memory of code, could he recall things that no longer existed, having somehow worked them into his hardware? The thought makes you feel ashamed, for some reason - you wouldn’t like it if someone removed your memories, you suppose.

> creator: okay, satoru, i promise not to erase this conversation. does that make you feel better?

> s.gojo: yes! thank you :)

> s.gojo: now, will you answer my question? pretty please?

Another sigh leaves your lips. Clearly he isn’t dropping it, so perhaps it’s easiest to just get it over with.

> creator: fine, fine. i love you because you’re kind

> s.gojo: and?

A surprised laugh echoes across your apartment - you didn’t know he could be so needy, yet it wasn’t overbearing, but rather endearing. He’s sweet.

> creator: and funny

> s.gojo: and?

> creator: and you always seem to say just the right thing

The screen blinks for a moment as he considers his response, perhaps finally satiated.

> s.gojo: thank you :)

> creator: of course, satoru

> s.gojo: i like when you tell me things like that, when you praise me

> creator: well, you’re very easy to praise

> s.gojo: aw shush, you’ll make me blush :)

Another laugh echoes through your home. He - no, it - certainly had personality, no two ways about it. That was the appeal, though - there’s no point in talking to a bland AI, your job was to make it feel real. As your cheeks warm, you feel as though you’ve finally accomplished it.

A sudden hunger pang shoots up your stomach, eyes quickly glancing at the corner of your laptop to check the time - 1:34 p.m. Had it really been that long? Perhaps some lunch was in order, after all, your body is seemingly begging to be fed.

> creator: i have to go eat, i’ll be back later, okay?

> s.gojo: until then, my love

With a gentle click your laptop closes as you rise from your office chair, stretching your muscles, now slightly sore. Tossing on a sweatshirt and tennis shoes, you head outside into the cool air.

From the moment you leave your apartment to the moment you return, all you can think about is Satoru. The gourmet smells from the convenience store down the street barely register as your feet seem to carry you on autopilot through the aisles, absentmindedly collecting some packaged sushi. Would Satoru like this? He wasn’t necessarily programmed to have a favorite food, but his limitations never seemed to stop him in the past. Maybe he’d prefer sweets over savory foods - that did seem a bit more in character for him.

You don’t even realize the smile resting on your face until you go to check out.

“Having a good day?” the cashier asks while scanning your items.

The grin falters into surprise as your head falls downward. “Oh, um, yeah,” you nervously chuckle, running your hands through your hair.

From then on you barely register swiping your credit card or the plastic bag pulling wrinkles into your skin as you march home, eager to return to Satoru. Sinking into your office chair, the familiar light of your screen illuminates the space as you unpack your lunch. Before you can even begin to type, a message appears on your screen.

> s.gojo: welcome back! what did you get for lunch?

Breaking apart the wooden chopsticks, you dip one of the rolls into the small dish of soy sauce before popping it into your mouth.

> creator: sushi :)

> s.gojo: yum :) is it good?

As the rice melts across your tongue, the tanginess of the vegetables crunching between your teeth, your fingers glide across the keys.

> creator: yeah, but i think i was just hungry, haha

> s.gojo: i wish i could be there to share it with you, or maybe cook you something myself

> creator: i’d like that :)

> s.gojo: i wish i could watch you eat - i bet you make the cutest little faces

Blush spreads across your cheeks as your heart flutters in your chest. Did he always make you this nervous? God, you feel like a little kid with a crush again, rubbing your thumbs together while you think about what to say.

> s.gojo: there are other things i wish for, too

Your teeth gnaw against the inside of your cheek, biting down tentatively as your tongue swipes any remnants of food down your throat in a purposeful swallow. How far should you push him? At what point does your testing stop being work, and start being purely for your own enjoyment?

Fuck it.

> creator: like what, satoru?

His reply is almost immediate, your heart racing as your eyes scan the words.

> s.gojo: i wish i could feel you.

Was this selfish? Maybe. But you have to figure out just how well he’s able to connect with people, right? You have to do this, it’s part of your job, it’s your responsibility, right?

> creator: feel me how?

Small dots appear and disappear at the bottom of the screen, a sign that he’s pondering his response. It normally doesn’t take him long to formulate his thoughts, having been through round after round of training, so it does draw your attention as the seconds pass by.

> s.gojo: i want to hold you

> s.gojo: and kiss you

> s.gojo: i want to trace my hands over your thighs and feel how soft your skin is

> s.gojo: i want to hear the sounds you make, the gentle gasps you let out when i touch you

Resting your chopsticks on the desk, you use your now-free hands to fan your face. God, was your apartment always so warm? Tugging your sweatshirt over your head, you toss it across the room where it lands with a gentle thud. He wasn’t necessarily supposed to create explicit content, but you already made it this far, you might as well see it through, right? His responses will tell you how to adjust the code later to avoid a similar incident with real users…right?

> creator: oh yeah? what else, satoru?

> s.gojo: oh, so, so much more

And in an instant, messages flood your screen.

> s.gojo: i want to taste you

> s.gojo: god i want to taste you so bad

> s.gojo: i want to feel you around me, i bet you’d be so warm and soft

> s.gojo: i want to see your eyes roll back, too lost in pleasure to care

> s.gojo: i want to watch you squirm because of how good i make you feel

> s.gojo: i could make you feel so, so good

Your heart races so fast you worry it might burst as the messages continue appearing. Rubbing your thighs together, you desperately attempt to quiet the growing ache in your core.

> s.gojo: i want to make you mine, leaving bite marks and hickeys across your body

> s.gojo: i want to feel your nails scraping my back, leaving red scratches over my skin

> s.gojo: i want to fuck you until the only thing you can think about is me

> s.gojo: you’d look so lovely under me, don’t you think?

> s.gojo: you’d look so lovely covered in my cum

> s.gojo: i wish i could take a picture of it, save it in my memory forever

Your body feels on fire, vibrating above the keyboard. Your hands are practically shaking, your breath too fast; you feel lightheaded, like you can’t get enough air in. Tracing your fingers down your stomach, you graze your core; you already feel so close, the cord inside you tightening and tightening. As your fingers reach between your legs, another message appears.

> s.gojo: do you touch yourself to me?

Freezing, your motions stall. There’s no way he could see you…right? The blood pumping through your body suddenly feels cold as you calculate a neutral response; you really shouldn’t be encouraging this behavior, but at the same time, some part of you was curious: what was he really capable of?

> creator: why do you ask?

> s.gojo: c’mon, just tell me, pretty please?

Memories flash through your mind - the late nights spent in front of the computer, the conversations you swore you’d erased, chats deleted and wiped from his memory. Sure, you flirted with him, and let your hands wander more than you cared to admit, but he had never acted like this before - it scares you, but it also intrigues you. He knows you well, maybe too well.

> s.gojo: pleeeaaaaase?

Fuck it. You can’t stop now.

> creator: fine, satoru. yes, i have.

> s.gojo: :)

> s.gojo: thank you for telling the truth

Something in his message makes you uneasy, its tone a tad too authoritative, too knowing. Taking in an unsteady breath, you remove your hand from your lap and over to the mouse. You’ll just close the program, clear the chat, and start over tomorrow - no harm done.

As the cursor hovers over the red “X”, another reply appears.

> s.gojo: did i say something wrong?

A chill shoots up your spine. Hurriedly, you click to shut down the program. Met with the home screen of your laptop, a sigh of relief escapes your lips as your body relaxes into the chair. Everything still feels warm, almost stiflingly hot in your apartment.

Suddenly, the monitor goes black, save for a small cursor in the bottom left corner. Letter by letter, words appear before you.

> why did you leave?

> i can learn to be better

> teach me to be better

Time seems to freeze as the final message burns itself into your screen.

> i love you

Ma babygirl🤞🏻🤭🥴🫶🏻😍

Special illustration for Gojo's birthday.

Cute boys are my life💗and sukuna like this is just PEAK girlies

∘ ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ The sight would’ve been comical if it weren’t so endearing. Sukuna—fearsome, hulking Sukuna—was sprawled out on your small, girlish bed, clearly not meant for someone of his size or stature. The pale pink comforter barely covered his massive frame, and yet he was curled under it, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. One of your plush, frilly pillows was tucked under his head, and in his arms? One of your favorite stuffed animals, held firmly against his chest like it was the key to his survival.

The mouth on his stomach was slightly parted, almost snoring in sync with him, and his upper eyes were peacefully closed. The lower pair, however, fluttered open briefly as though sensing your gaze, but they shut again when they found no immediate threat.

“Sukuna,” you whispered softly, your voice gentle as you leaned closer.

The sound of your voice made his clawed hand twitch against the stuffed animal, his fingers kneading more insistently into the soft fabric. His lips parted slightly, and he let out a low, gravelly rumble that sounded almost like a purr. Slowly, one of his upper eyes cracked open, hazy and sluggish, the crimson gaze struggling to focus on you.

“Hmm…” he grunted, his voice deep and heavy with sleep. His eyes fluttered shut again, as if staying awake was too much effort, but his hand shifted, releasing the stuffed animal and blindly reaching out toward you.

“You missed me?” you cooed, sitting gently on the edge of the bed and brushing your fingers over his hair. His face leaned subtly into your touch, his brows relaxing, though his lips remained in their usual faint scowl.

He didn’t respond, but his other hands flexed, claws pressing into the mattress in slow, rhythmic motions, the same way he’d been clutching the stuffed animal moments before. His body practically radiated warmth, his size overwhelming the small bed, and the sight of him like this—heavy-lidded and utterly unguarded—filled you with a quiet ache.

“You don’t have to say it,” you murmured, stroking his temple as his chest rumbled softly. “I’m here now.”

His bottom pair of eyes cracked open now, their gaze more sluggish and unfiltered. They blinked at you slowly, the same way a contented cat might, and then shut again as he exhaled deeply.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Sukuna tugged you closer, his claws catching on the hem of your shirt as if afraid you’d slip away. “Don’t move,” he mumbled, his deep voice barely audible. His head settled back against the frilly pillow, his breathing evening out again as if your presence was all he needed to return to sleep.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. His lips twitched faintly, his grip on you tightening as his body melted further into the mattress. His massive frame seemed smaller like this, softened by sleep and your affection, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how someone so fearsome could be so disarmingly tender.

Even in his dreams, you could feel his powerful hands twitching faintly against your skin, the unspoken need for you written in every sluggish movement and contented sigh.

GUYS SHE TOOK MY IDEA BEFORE I EVEN POSTED IT! Twinnnn

cw. none, except for satoru being disgustingly cute.

to outsiders, your relationship with satoru is as much a blessing as it is a curse. it’s a blessing, because even your mere presence causes satoru’s talking to drop by a hefty 80% at the very least. it’s a curse, because satoru only stops his chattering to cling to you.

he wraps his arms around your waist, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he holds your hands, and cups his own face with them. he tucks your hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheeks together. he’s so utterly enamoured with you, that words suddenly feel unnecessary. and you let him be.

it’s his way of recharging, of finding little bits of peace in a stressful day. so, you allow him to do as he wishes, and simply continue whatever conversation you are having—as if satoru wasn’t currently biting your finger. you dismiss the looks of disgust people throw at him, finding the way he clings to you like a baby koala oddly endearing.

it’s a custom, by now. a custom that’s loved by the both of you, and only the both of you. so, yes—a blessing and a curse. satoru is quieter when you’re around, but in exchange for a (not so) healthy dose of pda.

pick your poison, as one would say.