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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊

— Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Ryomen Sukuna, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento x f!reader

cw. size kink, dirty talk, praise, mating press, pet names, choking, doggy, use of ‘daddy’, oral, riding, finger sucking — rbs are appreciated | m.list

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

𖥻 has a dirty mouth

𖥻 likes to tease you especially about your size difference and how his cock is too big for your tight slit 

𖥻 uses a lot of pet names

His hips slam against yours in a slow pace. Half of his cock fucks your cunt as you try to relax to allow him to sink completely inside you.

“Angel, fuck…” Satoru coos, pressing your thighs to your chest and moving back and forth, “look how this pretty sloppy cunt takes my big cock mh.”

Your eyes roll back on your head as Gojo thrusts roughly into your slit, “come on angel, fuck, let me sink it all in.”

His dirty talk makes you cream around his thick cock, a white ring covers half of his shaft.

“Fuck, you’re cumming already,” he teases you while changing angles and grinding his crotch on your hard nub, “you’ re cumming so good on this thick cock, shit.”

Your walls flutter around his fat girth as you come — and finally, Satoru’s fat balls slam on your ass making you squeak, “that’s a good girl, now you’re going to take it all.”

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Gojo being a perv 🤭 stealing and smelling his little girls panties, watching her shower, taking pics under her skirt when she’s bent over for too long, him dry humping her when she’s sleep in nothing but panties leaving a stain on it 😩

PANTY STEALING DADDY GOJOOOOOOOO(ФоФ) TW INCEST!!!!

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He’s unabashed, he gives zero fucks about people knowing how obsessed he is with his daughter. He’s got an up-skirt picture of your pussy as his lock screen. He likes looking down at it when he’s in boring meetings, gently tracing the image of you plush lips pressed against the cotton of your panties.

If he notices someone stealing a glance at his phone for a beat too long, he’ll come home pissy and punish you for getting another man’s cock hard.

“Stupid little slut,” His voice harsh and low, only escaping between gritted teeth, “maybe I’ll bring you into the office with me some time, show everyone who this pussy belongs to.”

wow.

gojo making you ride his hard fucking abs

well HELLOOO to you too nonnie, this is so brilliant

this scenario makes my brain feel like mush, thank yew so much for the ask babe<3

contains: fem reader, body worship, praising gojo, dirty talk, finger sucking, nipple play, size kink, humping, use of ‘pretty’ and baby’ for reader, gojo cums untouched

MDNI

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it was a gloomy morning, gojos oversized button up shirt draped over your figure, elbows perched on the back of the couch as your hands cradled your chin, staring out the tall windows of gojo’s penthouse and down on the common people that were just starting their day

the savory smell of bacon and pancakes cooking filling your nose as you crane your neck to the side to watch your handsome boyfriend prepare breakfast for the two of you

eyes fliting down to his bare torso, abs practically glowing under the hanging fluorescent lights, muscles on his pecs rippling every time he rotates his body, biceps flexing as he mixes more pancake batter together,

pink tongue sticking out against his upper lip as he concentrates on not burning the bacon, how he looked so naturally beautiful always baffled you, his pretty face looking so serious has you smiling to yourself

an intense itch in your brain coming on telling you that you needed to have your hands on your stupidly attractive boyfriend right this second has you pushing yourself up from the couch, strolling over to his massive figure,

creeping behind him, and pressing your tits and the side of your face into his back, wrapping your arms around him, fingers landing exactly where you wanted them to; right on his rock hard abs,

“got tired of people watchin baby?” he smiles feeling your hands caress up his naked chest,

“you’re much more pleasing to watch,” you hum into his solid back,

“seems like i’m pleasing to touch too,” he retorts smugly when your smaller hands start groping his pecs, “my pretty girl is so handsy this morning.”

you have the most satisfied look on your face, unable to believe this rock solid mountain of a man was all yours to touch whenever you wanted

running your hands down the sides of his slutty little waist and up back over his rippling abs, tracing your fingers in the indents between them

his heart rate is picking up the longer he feels your cold hands run over his body, huffing out quiet breathless laughs, looking down at you as your maneuver your body in front of him now,

squished between his large figure and the counter, “ur abs are so fucking hot toru.” you practically moans out, splaying your fingers out over them, leaning into him to pepper kisses right under his pecs,

breath hitching as he looks between the food still cooking on the stove, and your clearly aroused face, leaving hot kisses and licks on his sensitive body,

“ur so distracting baby, gonna make me burn the food i’m workin so hard on for you.” he forces out a laugh, feeling his cock twitch in his pants, growing harder the longer he feels your soft lips on him

“don’ mind me, jus’ appreciating my boyfriends sexy body,” you speak in between kisses,

now he wants to laugh for real, it’s kinda hard to stay focused on the task at hand when your hands are sliding over the deep cuts of his v-line, fingers so very close to the hem of his baggy sweats,

sliding down between the counter and his strong legs, balancing your ass on the heels of your feet as you start to practically makeout with his abs, feeling the vibrations on his tummy as you let out small moans into him,

“h-aaah baby cmon,” he turns off the stove with one hand, shoving both pans off the heat and onto the back burners, running his large fingers through your hair

you lean into the touch affectionately, fingers smoothing over his lithe figure where your lips can’t reach from your current position between his legs, “thought you woke up starving huh?” he states, making eye contact with you, veiw slightly blocked by the massive bulge he’s now sporting in his sweats,

you look up at him through your lashes,”hungry for somethin else now,” smiling, you standing back up, sliding your fingers underneath the band of his sweats and teasing the tips of your fingers there for a second before walking away, using the hold you had on him to pull him along with you like a dog,

“oh, where are you takin me cutie?” his eyebrows shoot up, happily trailing behind you

spinning him in front of you, you pushed him down onto to the couch you were resting against prior to the attack you assaulted on your boyfriend,

he lets himself relax into the cushions, hand sticking out to caress your thigh as you reach underneath your (his) shirt and slide your panties off your ankles before straddling his waist, core placed right over his lower abs,

“want you to just lay there toru,” you lean down into his ear and whisper, making a open mouthed toothy grin appear on his handsome face, “yeah? you gunna ride my abs baby?”, he breaths out, landing heavy hands down on your ass with a smack, massaging your cheeks in his massive palms,

“mhm,” you whimper, pulling your shirt up between your teeth, beginning to rotate your hips in small circles, pressing your soaking cunt into him

“oh shit, you for real? gonna get ur wet little cunt off by rubbin on my muscles?” he bites his lip watching the scene unfold

breath hitching, you stared intently down at where your leaking pussy meets his abs, humping your hips back and forth now, clit catching on the deep indents of his solid core,

“fuck t-toru,” throwing your head back you let the shirt between your drop, covering your body once more, humping him with a newfound vigor

he’s breathing so heavy watching you use him to get yourself off, his neglected cock twitching for attention as he pulls and pushes your ass cheeks together, helping you rub yourself off on him faster,

“makin such a mess on me, look how fucking wet you are!” he groans, pushing the shirt back up your body so he can get a good view of the juices from your cunt flooding his torso,

“feel good baby? i can feel your pussy twitching, she wanna get filled up after you cum all over me?” he’s babbling, feeling on the verge of cumming himself, not even having touched his cock, just from watching your reactions to grinding hard on him, and feeling how you squeezed around nothing at his filthy words,

“y-yeah toru, feels so fucking perfect oh my g-god,” high pitched moans leaving your mouth, one of your hands that was previously on his chest helping you hold yourself up was now sliding up his solid figure, two of your fingers sliding in his open mouth,

closing his lips around them and sucking, using his tongue to lick around them, feeling the vibrations of his moans shake your digits

hes rolling his eyes back, massaging your ass impossibly harder before youre popping your fingers out of his mouth and tracing your spit covered digest down his neck,

reaching his nipples you make quick circles over the hardening pink buds, he bites his lip and throws his head back, trying not to moan like a little bitch at the new sensation,

hes flexing his abs in perfect time with your thrusts, clit getting the perfect stimulation you needed, “please don’t stop p-please please” you’re babbling, hips losing their rhythm and moans getting higher and higher, shorter and shorter, little “ah ah ah!”s leaving you,

“yesyesyes give it to me pretty give it to me, cum all over me, need ‘t feel it please,” he huffs out, he’s mirroring your expression with a slacked jaw, watching intently as your hips almost come to a complete stop before you he feels your cunt gush,

squeezing around his torso with your thighs, your back arches forward each time you’re hit with a wave of your orgasm, barely able to rock on him by yourself anymore from the intensity of your orgasm, he took it upon himself to use your ass to rock you back and forth on his abs, helping you ride it out,

both of you breathing rapidly when you finally come down from your high, looking down at his chiseled body to see the absolute mess you made, abs really glowing now from the sheen of cum you left on him,

“looks like that felt ‘s fucking good,” he says with a dopey grin on his face, chest heaving, your arms fall back behind you to brace yourself, one accidentally landing on his crotch and you freeze

turning you torso and neck in time you look down at his once light gray sweats and see a big damp spot on his crotch, cock twitching in the aftershocks underneath it, when you turn back around he’s looking more fucked out than ever, “looks like i wasn’t the only one who got off on that,” you giggle, breakfast he was working so hard on long forgotten about

☆ — HOW THEY KISS ! • jjk edition

⋆ ࣪. ft. gojo, geto, nanami & mahito

★ — contents ! gn!reader, kissing (duh), fluff, pre-established relationships

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GOJO SATORU

passionate, electric, leaves you breathless.

“where d’ya think you’re going?”

he calls after you having dared to depart from him without a goodbye kiss. gojo pulls you back in by the wrist before strong hands settle onto the back of your neck to bring you into a kiss. his lips are soft, gliding over your own just as smooth as silk. he takes your startled gasp as an opportunity to slip his tongue through your parted lips, massaging the wet muscle against yours and pulling a soft moan from your throat. the kiss is absolutely electric, all consuming, sending sparks all over your body and kindling a fire in your loins. it’s when your eyes finally flutter closed and your hands clutch at white strands of hair that he pulls away with a smug grin, leaving a bridge of saliva connecting your swollen lips. he leaves you breathless, flustered, and desperate to the point that you had forgotten you were in public. a chuckle erupts from his chest as he brings his thumb to your lips to wipe them clean.

“you forgot this.”

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GETO SUGURU

soft, sexy, and a little romantic.

“you’re so pretty”

you compliment, staring up at him with shimmering eyes, admiring his perfect face. you absentmindedly raised your hands to trace the outlines of his sharp features, but before you can make contact with his skin, he takes your hand in his, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. the gesture is soft, but his eyes are low and gleam with lust. geto tilts your chin up to with his index finger and glides his thumb against your bottom lip, tugging it slightly. your breathing begins to quicken in anticipation and your eyes dart between his eyes and his lips. noticing his darling practically begging for a kiss, geto slowly leans in with a small smirk and presses his lips against yours. the kiss is soft and sweet as he moves his lips against your own, exchanging shaky breaths with each pass of your lips, drawing your souls closer together. when he pulls back, he does so gently caressing the side of your head as he gazes back at you.

“thank you, my dear”

⋆ ࣪. ☆ NANAMI KENTO

reserved, tender, and sensual.

“okay, have a great day”

you bid your boyfriend farewell, balancing on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips. it’s a kiss that’s only meant to last a moment, but one peck, turns into two, and then two turns into nanami setting down his briefcase in favor of taking your hips into his strong hands and pulling you firmly against him. it begins chaste and sweet, but lust slowly takes over, bringing the spark of a kiss to a low ember. your lips move together in perfect synergy, almost dance like. 1, 2, 3… lips part. 2, 2, 3… lips close as he gently suckles on your bottom lip before giving it a playful tug. he releases it with a gentle hum, placing his forehead against yours to relish in the warmth that lingers for a moment. pressing a final kiss on your forehead, he picks up his briefcase and reaches for the door, the faintest hint of a smile playing at his lips.

“alright, i really must go. you know i hate being late. i’ll see you when i get home. i love you.”

⋆ ࣪. ☆ MAHITO

sloppy, exciting, and youthful.

“come ‘ere, cutie!”

mahito chimes, pulling you in by the face for a sloppy kiss. the young curse has a natural excitement for learning new things. his current favorite is the feeling of your soft lips suckling around his tongue as he pushes it deeper into your mouth to explore your wet heat. he loves the way your moans tickle his tongue, sending tingles all through his body. it makes him feel alive. the kiss is a clash of tongues and teeth as he moves his mouth against yours with the naïveté of two teens in love. your heart thumps against your rib cage at the excitement of it all. you can’t help smiling against his lips as places wet kisses trailing all over your face. by the time you’re done, your face is slick with spit, but you don’t mind at all, having been content with being near him. he pulls away will a bright smile, eyes barely visible through his scrunched cheeks.

“i was a lot better this time, don’t cha think?”

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WHAT GETS THEM HARD!

jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.

ᰔ、summary. jjk scenarios on how their dicks get hard ofc

ᰔ、tags. (ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso), nsfw, female anatomy, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, sexting, masturbation, etc.

ᰔ、a/n. these are just my silly depictions. if u dont agree idgaf lol

SATORU GOJO has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive. his pants definitely start feeling a little tighter at the sight of you eating a popsicle or something. specifically in public. he would have no shame in it either—casually forming a smirk on his face and dropping a snarky innuendo about the way you’re eating. “can you suck me off like that when we get home?” he’d mumble from across the table, his eyes peeking out from the top of his glasses, a smirk plastered on his lips; wet from the constant licking of his tongue. your eyes widen, a small ‘pop’ sounding from your mouth when you took the frozen sweet out to gasp at the man in front of you. “gojo! are you serious?” you’d yell in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. “you’re right,” he’d sigh, standing up from his chair to reveal the very prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants. “we should just do it now.”

SUGURU GETO on the other hand is a polite man. like satoru, he’s a real freak in the sheets—but not as shamelessly. the littlest things can get him hard for sure, but unintentionally seeing your undergarments would really get him going. like an accidental peek at your panties from under your skirt, or a shirt thats a little too see-through showing off the print on your bra. he wouldn’t say anything of course, not right away. you would just be minding your own business one minute and then he’s dragging you towards the bedroom the next. “sugu- what are you-?” you would ask in a confusing tone, craning your head to look at the said man who was now behind you—pushing your stomach up against the countertop; a single hand brought up to grope your breast while the other laid flat against your hip. “your bra is showing.” he’d let you know blankly; an attempt to distract you while his hand slid it’s way into your pants. you would look down in response to his comment, noticing that your bra was in-fact showing like he said. unfortunately for him, you also already noticed the hardon pressed against your back.

TOJI FUSHIGURO gets hard from eating pussy. simple as that. he will get embarrassingly sloppy—juices coating his face and dripping down his chin, loving every second of it while his cock slowly grows harder. emphasis on grows. and if you think for a second that he does it for your pleasure, think again. this man will eat you out purely for his enjoyment only. his eyes are closed and his hands are squeezing at your thighs—legs thrashing uncontrollably from the uncomfortable pressure in his pants that’s about to come undone. “toji- let me help you.” you’d beg with a whimper, dragging your hand from the top of his head down to his cheek when you noticed the constant shuffling of his legs and the crease in his eyebrow. he’d laugh darkly, the breathy snicker creating a hum between your core that made a whine escape from your lips. “im fine mama,” he’ll say cockily, pulling a hand away from your leg to undo his zipper. “ill cum soon, you don’t gotta do ‘nun.”

CHOSO is a needy guy. his face will turn red at a simple flirty text—but send him a slutty pic and he might just cream his pants. fully naked or dressed in lingerie, his favorite or not, he will definitely feel some pressure down below. he might ignore you for a while, uncertain on how he should reply; if he’s even able to. “fuck- couldn’t wait till i got home, could you?” he’d whine quietly, trying his best to keep his voice down from the bathroom of his office job; one hand holding the phone up to his ear while the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. “sorry cho,” you’d apologize from the other line, voice rather faint as you posed for another picture to send him. “when are you coming?” you ask doubtfully just as his phone vibrates with another notification from your contact. “now- im comin’ now baby.” he replies with a huff, phone almost slipping from his ear. “really!?” you try to clarify—much more excited than the first time. “no, i mean im cumming. right now.”

Gojo is such a cutiee

a/n: INTENSE rambling about gojo’s dimples / jjk manga spoilers (alluding to a physical feature of gojo, rather than a plot point) + includes manga panels under the cut + mini barbie spoilers? lol, just a warning if you haven’t watched it! / 0.8k ✩

if satoru notices your recent fascination with his smile, he doesn’t say anything, and rather lets your finger trace over the skin of his face. over the stark white lashes of his eyes to the peculiar double eyelids that ran through the gojo clan. your fingers like to leave trails of unspoken admiration over the skin of his pale cheeks, blushed red from the cold of the tokyo winter to the plump, shiny pair of lips — it’s because he liked to lick them so much.

it first starts out when you’re on the brink of death (gojo puts it that way, you were just immensely tired from fighting a regenerative curse) that you’ve made such a startling discovery, poking at the dip in his cheek in an almost robot-like way before you let out one last sigh, fainting from the fatigue.

and later in shoko’s office, you’re doing it again to his sleeping form, angled toward you while he sat in an uncomfortable chair, hand tightly clutching onto yours. the sight melts your heart, moreso when he leans into your gentle finger, drawing over the familiarity of your love.

“baby! baby, oh my god, you’re awake— let me go get s—”

“stay with me, ’toru,” you mumble, already feeling tired again from the toll which took over your body.

the same soft smile that he donned matches the one in the kitchen just a week ago, enjoying the mediocrity of the morning with your lover. gojo is situated between your legs as you brush the hairs from his face, staring at you with a tug on his heart and trembling breaths. your hands have abandoned your coffee cup, left to the side while you just map out the coordinates of his eyes, his sharp nose, the same plump lips that now frequents your strawberry lip balm.

“why’re you so pretty?” you mumble mindlessly, thumbs subconsciously dipping into the dimples beside his smile. the smile that is only reserved for you, like the one in shoko’s office.

gojo’s smile widens into a grin now as he leaves the question unanswered, mainly because he’s wondering why you’re the one asking the question when he feels like you could rival a goddess and win by miles; when he feels like the ache of his knees from worshipping you is worth every bruise.

“should be asking you that, sweetness,” satoru’s voice is raspy from just waking up, scooting closer to the kitchen counter which you’re propped on and pulling your closer, “you paralyse me each time my eyes lay on you.”

you roll your eyes with a giggle, leaning in for a soft kiss laced with dawn’s morning light of blue and purple, humming needily when you feel his hands wander over your body, squeezing and kneading at your waist. and before he turns away to go ahead with the day (not without a little complaining and more kisses — he’s just so drunk on you), he doesn’t miss the way your eyes drop to his lips again, or rather, to the right side of his mouth.

satoru makes a mental note to ask you about it the next time you do it, a stroke of luck when you’re having movie night two days later and instead of staring at ryan gosling yell “SUBLIME!”, you’re admiring gojo’s smile once again and the slight tip of his head when he giggles at the movie.

“you’re not entirely secretive, y’know?” the other simply pulls you closer, satisfied with having you under his embrace and relishing in being able to see how your cheeks heat up with his six eyes. he’s watched barbie once already, so he doesn’t exactly need to pay attention.

“why’d you keep poking my cheek, baby, hm?” gojo is not opposed when you straddle him on the couch, bringing two thumbs to the corners of his mouth and pulling, an exaggerated smile spreading across his face that you can’t help but let out a loud laugh; he catches your wrists and laughs with you, littering little kisses to your fingers.

“why do you like my smile so much?”

“nothin’,” you whisper, “it’s more of your dimples, actually.”

“oh?” gojo’s lips stretch into a smile he usually gives his students, finger feeling around on his cheek for the familiar dip. to be honest, even he didn’t really pay attention to his features, pressing incessantly at the area once he’s found the dimple. “didn’t even know i had…”

“oh, you do!” satoru trails off as he lets you ramble about the many many times you’ve seen it, focused more on the way your eyes gleam in the dim living room light. he’s fixated on the smell of your shampoo and the illumination of your body from the tv’s light.

at least, in this hour, the sorcerer could wish for everything a normal life could bring; a life where he isn’t weighed down by the title of the strongest, where he could listen to you talk about the features on his face and watch barbie with you.

gojo satoru learns more and more about himself through the lens of your eyes — a love letter sealed with the saccharine strawberry you apply every morning and your whispered confessions that hold a multitude of suns to leave his fingertips blazing and heart soaring.

god i love him sm :(