"You Did This To Yourself Baby"

"You did this to yourself baby"

Gojo x teasing!reader

Warning: smut, bathroom sex, degrading and praising, teasing, face fucking, ass smacking, sorta rough sex

A/N: a quick lil sum I wrote, sorry if there's any mistakes!!

It had all started when you and Satoru decided to go out to eat. You both had been running errands around town and were feeling quite hungry so here you two were. You two were seated towards the back of the Cafe, nobody could really see you guys. Knowing this you decided to get your back on Satoru from what happened last time at the mall.

Satoru was focused on looking at the menu, scanning through each page, you then take the opportunity to place a hand on his knee. He looks at you for a second, slightly confused, but he shrugs it off and continues to observe the menu. Oh how clueless he was, the things you were about to do. You then lean into his ear, "toru~" you whisper in a silky tone as your hand sides up his thigh by an inch.

Satoru glances at you, a sly smirk creeping on his face. He whispers into your ear with a dangerous but playful tone "listen baby, you don't wanna start something you can't finish" You smirk at his comment and whisper in his ear "of course anything for you love " you say as you drag your hand quickly across his lap, touching his cock. Satoru lets out a small grunt. "can't wait till we go home... need your dick bad~" you whisper in a velvety voice has you lean in closely to him. Your eyes focused on his. "Angel,please not here..." He grunts. You chuckle and then your hand on his semi hard cock. "hmm? what am I doing toru?" You ask, faking your innocence.

Satoru sighs, and grabs your wrists "I'm warning you right now Y/N..." You giggle and start rubbing small circles on his lap, as his cock gets harder by the second. Then suddenly Satoru grabs your wrist and drags you into the restroom. You two were lucky enough barely anybody was in the restaurant. It had all happened so quickly but before you could even say a word, Satoru says in a commanding tone, "Take your clothes off", as he locks the door.

As you begin to undress yourself Satoru begins to take his jacket off and places it on the floor. You finish undressing, leaving your bra and panties on. He pushed you onto your knees, on top of his jacket, as he leans down and whispers "C'mon you had so much to say earlier, let's put that mouth to use alright?" he says while he guides your hands to his belt. You slowly start to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down. You pull his boxers down, his length slapping your cheek. You place a hand around his hard cock, satoru letting out a quiet groan.

"Open that mouth f'me" he grunts as he holds the back of your head. You open your mouth and take in his length, the precum coating your tongue. He then slides out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips and his cock. Satoru smirks mischievously and whispers to you in an endearing tone "get ready baby". He begins to hold the back of your head with a tight grip as he starts to fuck your face mercilessly. He groans quietly, you try to mumble noises which sound kinda like "mmph!- sl-slow down!!" Satoru chuckles at your reaction, in response he begins to go even quicker he whispers in a hoarse voice "aw what's wrong baby? can't handle what you started?" Satoru pulls out of your mouth, you begin to wipe the spit off your mouth.

Satoru pulls you up and bends you over the countertop near the sink. He pushes your panties to the side as he slides a finger over your hole. Your arousal coating hsi finger. "Such a dirty slut for me, aren't you baby?" He whispers down in your ear as he starts to align his length with your hole.

"Stay quiet f'me, we don't want anybody to hear how much of a whore you are for me? Do we?" He says, looking at you through the mirror. You shake your head, as he slides his length into your aching hole. You let out a mewl, while his length stretches you out slightly. "Shh baby" satoru grunts as he feels your gummy walls suck him in. He begins to thrust harshly into your cunt, schlap schlap, schalp echoes throughout the restroom. "sucking me in so well, almost like she was made for me" he grunts as he begins to pick up his pace. You begin to let out a groan, Satoru starts to rub circles on your clit. You were so stimulated in the moment, the feeling of Satoru pounding in and out of you, your clit also receiving pleasure it was all too much.

You place a hand on Satoru's thigh, trying to slow him down. "T-too much!" You mewl. He chuckles at your response and leans down to whisper in your ear "What do ya think you're doing? You asked for this baby, now take this like the dirty slut you are". He then smacks your ass, leaving a pinkish red handprint, making you shake with pleasure and pain. Then he begins to hold your wrists together behind your back.

His thrusts begin to get sloppier as he gets near his release. "S-so close toru!" You moan as satoru lets your hands go, and instead pulls your hair, making you look back at him "Hold it in." He grunts as he chases his own orgasm. Both of you let out small groans and grunts, while maintaining strong eye contact. Satoru's cock twitches inside you, as he begins to quickly rub circles on your clit "C-come w'me pretty" he groans. His thrusts get sloppiers as he reaches his orgasm, you reach your orgasm too, you both let out a loud groan. Satoru pulls out of you, watching the cum flow out of your abused hole, he fucks some of the cum back into your cunt. "Why don't we continue this at home?" He says as he helps you with your clothes.

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SICK!GOJO X READER

WARNINGS: FLUFF, this is so silly!!, medicine, mentions of gagging

A/N: basically gojo is being a brat about taking some medicine

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satoru is the definition of drama queen. always complaining about something, and honestly if you weren't madly in love with him, you'd probably hate him for it. and on top of all of it, he's only whining as much as he does around you, just to get under your skin.

"toru, I'm not going to spoon feed you."

"are you saying you don't love me anymore?"

sigh "no I do love you but I'm not gonna sit here and spoon feed you some medicine"

"oh wow, so you want me to die then? what if I died right now y/n, and the last thing you ever did was not show me any affection?"

"you have a cold, not a terminal illness, you'll be alright, now do you want me to help you with the medicine or not?"

"fine..."

"good, now open your mouth."

satoru sticks his tongue out blowing raspberries at you, biting back a mischievous chuckle. you roll your eyes and place a hand on his chin, making him look at you in the eyes.

"open your mouth or else im going to shove this medicine down your throat"

"that's kinda hot..."

you smack satoru in the side of the head lightly, his laughter filling the room

"c'mon open your mouth..." you grunt as you try to forcefully open his mouth

"do we have to do it the boring way? can't we just kiss?"

you groan with defeat "do you have to make everything difficult?"

"I'm just saying a kiss will certainly help me drink the medicine"

"hurry up and drink the goddam medicine like an adult Toru"

he opens his mouth finally, and you pour the cherry red medicine into his mouth. satoru pouts, gagging and shivering exaggeratedly, making it seem like you had just put him through the worst pain ever.

"how could you put me through something so horrid..." he exaggerates, a large dramatic frown falling upon his lips.

"calm down a little medicine isn't gonna kill you"

"your so cruel! how could you do something like this to me"

"stop overreacting toru and come cuddle with me" you say as you get up from the table.

"gladly"

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Warnings: SMUT, praise, cum, nsfw in general

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Men who usually let you top him and do whatever you please to him. The ones who would do anything you wished, just for the sake of your own pleasure, would get off to just you bossing them around. But very rarely they do have their moments. And to be honest you couldn't deny it was really attractive. Imagine

Bouncing up and down on him, you let out whiney moans as you lift your hips up on him just to come down quickly with a loud clap. He watches you, as you pant heavily, your eyes halfway closed as you chase your orgasm. Your gummy walls tightening on his aching cock. The grip you have on his shoulders tightens quickly, your nails digging slightly into your boyfriend's skin,as you continue bouncing on your patient boyfriend. But his patience was draining quickly.

He usually could get off to just you doing all the work and just listening to your sweet moans. But he for some reason couldn't reach his high like this. He places a hand on your hip, keeping you from moving. You look at him confused. He points your chin down to look at him, his eyes never leaving yours. "m' sorry angel can't wait no more..." He mumbles as he places two hands on your hips and slightly lifts you up.

He begins to pound up into you, you let out a small scream from the sudden impact. Your eyes almost close from the waves of pleasure you were receiving. Before you could fully shut your eyes close, you feel a sharp sting on your clit, keeping your eyes open. "keep those eyes open for me princess..." He whispers as he pounds up into your gummy walls. Your moans echo throughout the room as he starts going harder. "f-fuck doing so well for me, aren't ya baby?" he whispers in your ear. You nod, "p-please more so close!" You whine as you dig your nails into his shoulders. "of course princess" he grunts as he begins to thrust up into you even faster. "sucking me in so well aren't you?" He says as he holds your chin. "look at me when you cum angel" he says, his own thrusts getting sloppier. Watching you cum was all he needed before his came inside your walls, the warm liquids shooting up your body as your own liquids came dripping down.

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FOR THE SUKUNA SLUTS ‼️

The Devil's Bride

Ryōmen Sukuna

Warning!! : Mentions of death/killing, forced marriage, and basically Sukuna being an asshole and having no respect for reader.

Summary : After Sukuna reclaims his throne and becomes known as the King of Curses once again, he decides on bringing forth a Queen. You

A/N : I somewhat switch pov's during this so don't get confused. Part 2 coming soon!!

Days have passed since Sukuna has once reclaimed his throne. Yet, he seems to be bored out of his mind. There's nothing to occupy him from his apathy.

Sure, he has countless people at his feet he can order to do as he pleases. But what's the fun in that? He needs something exciting to happen. Something to fill his empty pit of boredom.

He contemplates on whether or not he should start a war, find more slaves soldiers to do his bids, or perhaps even go on a killing spree somewhere random in this dark, dark world. Better yet— why not just kill everyone??

Well, not yet at least.

His teeth grind together and his fists clench in annoyance to this endless pit of nothing he can't seem to shake off.

But just before he rips someone's eyes out with his bare nails from frustration, he forges an idea. And with that idea, comes a no-good smirk spreading across his face.

What does every king have in every fairytale, movie, and book? That's correct. A Queen.

"You." His thundering voice reaches the ears of a guard who could be approximately 52ft ahead of him. "Come here." he motions with his fingers.

Almost immediately, the soldier makes his way up the steps and to the throne of his King. "Yes, my Lord?"

Sukuna makes a simple face of boredom, supporting his head with a propped up fist. "Gather 5 of my best soldiers and find me my Queen." his eyes squint, which silently says 'Hurry it up.'

And without another word, the guard takes off to seek out to the Kings orders.

Not many people could get in the mind of Ryōmen Sukuna. To understand what goes on in that so called empty mind of his is mildly impossible. But, taking a wild guess, the soldier puts together things the King takes an interest in.

Power, Control, and Cruelty.

To find a Queen fit to the Kings likings, she must be innocent. A girl who can't stand up for herself, but when she attempts to, she cowards out.

A girl who needs someone to make the decisions for her. But also a girl who has a little spark in her soul. A spark that can carry her to victory no matter the battle.

This shall be the woman who Sukuna finds quite delightful.

The next step was finding a girl who fits this description.

While this soldier is pondering off into space, he almost forgets about his group of men. Which, he's surprised to see catch up to him with a younger looking woman.

"P-Please!! Let me go!" she sobs, loud enough the birds in the trees fly away and flee from the scene.

Tears flow down her cheeks and onto the dirt. Her clothes are scrunched up and dirty, most likely from how roughly his men handled her. And her breathing is so uneven, she might just pass out.

"I swear I'll never tell a soul—" hic! ",if you just let me go!"

There's two men on each side of her, both practically dragging her through the ground. "We found her out here by herself. She seems to be lost." The one on the left inquires.

Once she's dragged to be met face to face with the lead soldier, he grins.

She's a mess. Forehead so sweaty strands of her hair stick to it. Panting so rapidly, she might use up all the air she has left in her lungs.

The soldier takes one last look at the girl, eyes scanning her over, just to analyze how fit she is to take the role as Sukuna's Queen.

"What do you want for me?! Why– why are you doing this!" the girl begs to know any sort of information. Anything to get a grasp on herself.

No one responds.

She looks to her sides, expecting any kind of answer. But is instead met with the men completely ignoring her.

"She'll do perfectly."

Heavy footsteps echo throughout your head, which by now has been ruined with a horrible headache. Lucky you.

It's hard to tell how long you've been out for. If they've hurt you, or if you've somehow died and awoken in the after life.

The only thing you're sure of is how much pain is coursing through your body. It's to the point you're numb all over and you can barely lift your head up. Barely lift a finger for that matter.

"My lord." A familiar voice rings in your ear and back out. "Your Queen." Another one seems to say in-front of you.

In a desperate attempt to figure out what the hell is happening, you weakly lift your head, blinking a couple of times to regain your focus.

Your vision still remains slightly blurry, but you're only able to make out a set of stairs. Stairs that lead to what seems to be a throne. And in that throne, sits a man.

As you concentrate on this mysterious man, your vision slowly begins to recover.

He has spiky pink hair, long black nails, two eyes on one side, with a plated set of 2 more next to it, and 4 arms? His chiseled shirtless body seems to be tattooed with stripes and dots on each of his shoulders. No, no, this can't be right.

"Bring her here." his voice practically echoes into the air.

Your eyes widen to this sudden command, and you wiggle your arms, attempting to loosen yourself of the men who have you a strict hold over you.

Though it seems to not work, because the men ignore you and continue to their orders. Step by step, the men take you to who appears to be the lead of this whole situation. The man who looks to be the devil himself.

In protest, you kick your feet a little, trying to gain balance and hopefully escape wherever you've been brought to.

But before you can successfully break away, it's too late.

You're met with the horrifying (but somewhat sexy) face of the man who has caused you all of this misery. You scowl at him, which in return earns you a small look of satisfaction.

Disgusting.

His men hold you up to him like a piece of meat, dangling you in-front of his nose as if he was meant to devour you with one swift bite.

His eyes scan up and down your figure. Almost like he's purposely invading your personal space. "Pretty little thing, aren't you?" his words taunt you in a sense you'd never thought you'd feel.

You avert your eyes from his. Turning your head away so he's only in view of your cheek. You're mentally unable to face him.

The prideful moment you had was quickly interrupted. With one swift move of his arm, his hand snatches your chin and snaps you back so you can looking him eye to eye. "Did I say you could look away?" he growls.

His sharp nails press into your skin, making you wince. With how tight his grip is on you, it feels like your skin might tear.

His brows scrunch together lightly as his eyes lock with yours.

"I-"

"Silence." he's quick to cut you off.

Your mouth closes shut almost instantly, and your head drops once he releases you from his grasp. Pathetic.

Everything hurts so much. Your head, your body, and apparently your voice now too.

Small whispers spread around you. From one person to another, you can hear all sorts of comments the strange people are making about you.

If the men holding you up right now were to let go of you, you're sure you would collapse and never get back up again. Fall into an endless abyss and never awaken.

"Take her to the cellar. I shall deal with her later." he orders.

You groan a little when the men tighten their arms around yours. But your vision fades back to nothing as they take you away.

It's been hours.

Hours of crying, screaming, and wishing upon your own death. To end this confusing mess that has somehow been brought upon to you.

You're curled up in the corner of the cell, cold walls and bars keeping you away from whatever source of life might be out there.

It almost pitch black in the haunting cellar. The only things in sight is your arms, which wrap around your legs to pull yourself into a tight ball.

Everything feels dirty. You feel dirty.

Small droplets of damp moisture fall from the ceiling and hit the rough concrete. Your skin is hot, tingling up your bones to the point you might overheat.

Your mouth is dry, deprived from the lack of water you've had in the past week or so.

Before you were captured, you were on the run from home, escaping the endless chains of torment your parents had put you through.

It might have been a stupid decision, especially since you had no where to go at the time, but it had to happen. Your life wasn't meant to be lived like that, and neither was it for this life.

Your eyes close shut, mind struggling to block out the unbearable sound of water meeting cold, hard, ground. It itches down your skin with every fall.

Abruptly, the creak of a wooden door captures your attention quickly. Lifting your head up out of curiosity to see who's there.

"H-Hello..?" You call out, but it seems useless since no one replies anyways. Though you know someone has to be there. The evidence of lingering footsteps tells enough.

Seconds pass by to what seems to be an eternity before the footsteps stop in-front of your cage cell.

Everything, including the man in-front of you, seems so unreal.

He doesn't say anything, just stares down at you as if you were just some dirt on the floor.

"What do you want from me!" You shout at him, but it appears to get you no answer except a irritating frown.

Your teeth are gritted together, and it take everything out of you to not pounce at him. Well, not like you have the strength or energy to do so anyways.

He rests his bottom two arms on his hip, and crosses his other two over his bare chest. "Y'know, you're starting to piss me off."

A moment of silence rests between the two of you before he finally speaks up again.

"What's your name?" it's more of a demand than a question, but you don't care. You don't owe him anything.

And once again, another pass of silence flows by.

He raises a brow, giving you another chance to answer. But, it seems you wont of any use for the time being.

"Name's Sukuna, but you can call me your King."

His words catch you by surprise, lifting your eyes up in a shockingly manner. "W-What..?" you have to confirm what he just said was actually him and not just an imaginary voice in your head.

He let's out a huff, shaking his head to your stupidity. "Do you know why you were brought here?"

Well obviously not, or else you wouldn't have been taken aback to his statement. "No, I don't."

"You were brought here to stand beside me as I rule over this.. kingdom of mine."

And just like that, his words crash and bring down your whole life. Everything you've been through, fought for, and accomplished are all worth nothing. It was all useless.

"No, I refuse–"

A hand slams down on the bars, causing you to flinch. "I don't remember asking how you felt, did I?"

Immediately, you go quiet. The hurtful beating of heart being the only sound audible as he glares down at you from behind the bars.

"Tomorrow shall be the wedding. I'll have my men bring you to me first thing in the morning."

Leaving you no time to protest, question, or even give him a snarky reply, he disappears.

You're left all alone, mind now pounding with how quick this is all happening. You have no say in anything, it seems.

Nothing seems to matter when you feel your eyes flutter close. Too exhausted to reject this rest, you fall asleep.

Thank you for reading! I'll try to have part 2 out as soon as possible (which contains the smut 👀) but I hope you guys enjoyed this so far ^^ Reblogs are also greatly appreciated 💗💗

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