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Hibernation would fix me

As a South Asian (Indian) person, this is so relatable and nice! Especially that Holi part, just imagimng that makes me happy ♡

Random thought but kaiser with a south (east) asian s/o would be so chaotic and funny.

Imagine kaiser just walking inside your shared apartment with shoes on while you give him the "bitch you better take those off before I send you to meet my ancestors" look.

Or when he visits your home and grabs those metal cookie containers (it's always gonna be those danish cookie tins i swear) thinking there's cookies inside but no, he sees an entire sewing kit instead.

And he'll be suffering at family dinners bc he has the weakest spice tolerance known to man while you're calmly eating your lahpet thoke (လက်ဖဘ်သုပ် for my fellow burmese ppl out there who can read)

ALSO, asian families in general dislike tattoos A LOT so he'll desperately be trying to cover his up everytime he comes to visit your family. No way he'll be ruining his image infront of his future in-laws (wink wonk)

But I think he'll really love spending time with you during special festivals/holidays, just imagine him covered head to toe with colourful powder during holi or getting splashed in the face with a water gun during Thingyan/Songkran

Kaiser would also constantly bother you during praying ceremonies, it can be about anything really, from complaining about the numbness in his legs from kneeling for too long, to prodding at you and asking how much longer the praying session is going to last.

i need gojo to absolutely destroy me like i need this man to degrade me to fold me into half to spit on me. to laugh in my face after he literally explodes and ruts into me in oblivion. are u kidding he's rich he's tall he's hot PLEEEEASSSE i need a man like him. (maybe this is a request. a tiny drabble, if you will, if you can. please and thank you, love u :))

professional milker !

✰ ✰ ✰ his little whore’s gone dumb , but it’s okay , her pussy still milks him every time !

જ⁀➴ ughhh same like the way he was so condescending and mean to hanami and jogo 😓

,, mean!satoru x fem!reader , degradation (heavy) , overstimulation , dumbification , choking , slapping , creampie , spitting , mention of reader being a pillow princess , too many pet names (& used as degradation) , idk , drabble.

divider from @/benkeibear

“what a fucking whore. cummin’ on my cock like no tomorrow..” satoru snickers, ignoring your crying blabbers and giving a rough slap on your ass. if only you hadn’t fell for his charming attitude, him personally inviting you to his large party. the gojo satoru, inviting you? you couldn’t believe it. maybe you did when you fell for him again, his bright and piercing eyes catching you in the kitchen while you were grabbing drinks for you and your friends. if only you had stopped him when his touches began to linger. then you wouldn’t be here, in some random guest room he tucked you in, folded and milking his cock just like the sluts he keeps in his bed.

“hope you’re not goin’ dumb on me..” satoru chuckles, reaching down to rub your clit and watching how you squeezed your eyes shut, yet clamping around his cock so nastily. “i can’t do it anymore.” tears slip from your eyes, mewling and clawing his chest as he only leans further down on you to fill you up with even more of his cock. “you were just begging for it though. what’s with all this whining huh?” satoru meets you with a cheeky smile, a hand going to wrap around your neck and kissing you. “my thighs hurt..” you whimper, stuttering when he gives a long drag of his cock, squeezing your neck tight enough to make your eyes momentarily roll back.

“so that means i just need to make you cum fast enough..can’t have you in pain right? don’t worry, heh, i’ll do all the work. what a pretty pillow princess i got.” satoru pulls back and holds your thighs, playing with the plush as he eyes the cum that coated the area of where you two met, some of it dripping onto the bed as he slowly rolls his hips. “toruu..” you were in complete bliss, and despite being totally fucked out your mind, everything single thing he did still had your pussy throbbing around him, and you couldn’t help it.

“shh, gotta fill you up again. gonna be my personal cock sleeve— oh i felt that, bet you’d like that huh?” satoru chuckles when you tighten just from his words, he might’ve even imagined the way your folds visibly twitched. “y-you sure do talk a lot.” you stammered, only for him to suddenly give a sharp thrust, both of you moaning from the feeling of your shared cum sloshing in you, some of it trickling out from the abrupt movement. “a-and you’re talking too much for a dumb slut.” he sneers, using your thighs to help guide his length in your hole.

it was brushing along every inch of your walls, pressing right at that gummy spot in you that has you throwing your head back, clutching his arm with a cry. “satoru! um, t-too deep.” you’re already crying, teary doe eyes looking up so prettily at him. satoru groans, his cock was throbbing inside you and your firm walls weren’t doing much to help that. “yea? ya gotta feel me at the fucking brim. hope you’re on the pill— or else i’ma fuck a baby into you” satoru laughs, you didn’t have a single worry in your mind about it, and who knows if you remembered to take your birth control today. that’s a worry for another day at least.

satoru begins to set a steady pace, not too fast, yet sharp enough to pump into you every time his hips snap against your skin, his lengthy cock dragging and rubbing against your walls. “wanna feel you cum in me again toru..” you mumble mindlessly, whining when he seems to drive into you faster from your words. your nails grips the sheets as he chuckles, his voice husky and raspy. “a real fuckin’ cumdump. only thinkin’ of me filling you up with my hot n’ sticky cum.” satoru smirks, his cerulean eyes having a dim look in them that makes you whimper. he looks so intimidating, and it so hot.

“d-didn’t even s-say all— toru!” he stuffs you up completely, folding you back in half and ignoring your whine of pain. he steals your moans with messy kisses, “clearly not fuckin’ you good enough if y’r talkin’.” satoru huffs, his strokes were deeper than before, and as much as your thighs ached, you’d choose the feeling of his girth hitting you deliriously over being able to walk anyday. your words turn into weak murmurs of his name as he holds your jaw open, pretty blobs of tears rolling down your face.

“my dirty girl huh? gonna keep you after this, my little slut to come home to.” satoru chuckles before letting a thick glob of spit fall into your mouth. you look so cute, face twisting in disgust as you swallow it so obediently. “toruuu..” you can barely even protest when he cuts you off with open mouthed kisses. your pussy was throbbing as he gave short and fast pumps into your pussy. your brain was mushy at this point, his sweet and honeyed perfume invaded your senses, the sloppy sounds of your flesh’s meeting only added on to your ditzy haze.

“bet that dumb head of yours is empty. but it’s okayyy~ gonna make you feel so good with my cum all deep in your cunny.” satoru grins wickedly as you whine, his cock was almost bruising your insides but you couldn’t care. not when he was saying such filthy words to you as his cock twitched inside you. “m’gonna cum. cum with me toru..wanna feel you..” you managed to get out, voice whiny and soft in his ear. you flutter around him as he kisses around your neck, mumbling as the familiar coil in your stomach builds. “pretty girl’s gonna cum f’me? go ahead, cream around my cock.” and you do exactly that, eyes rolling back so sweetly, losing your voice as he fills your cunny up with his thick warm load.

satoru finally pulls away to eye the creamy substance around his cock, your pussy wasn’t able to hold your shared cum even if he stretched you out, trickling down his length and falling to the sheets. he hums, swiping it up and smearing it along your folds and ignoring your weak pleas of being too ‘sensitive’. he thinks there’s no such thing, considering you’re still squeezing his cock. “tsk. now i gotta clean it all up. don’t pass out yet, gonna have a good meal. hehe.”

YES 2 HEAVEN

a/n: continuation of this. ARRRGHHH also i swear i couldve written this better i kinda hate this lol / tagging @jabamin @shotorus @hyomagiri @crysugu @valberry @lov3rbody ✶

wc: 4.1k (got carried away again ! lord help me)

warnings: dad!gojo, fem!reader, he is enamoured with you, dom!gojo, calls you ‘mama’, also like slight daddy kink, sex while pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, implied f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, pet names, spitting, mating press, multiple rounds, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

✶ dilf!gojo . . .

. . . who, when you were pregnant, could never get enough of your glow. sure, you’d look tired and worn out half the time but gojo thought you never looked better cradling your belly whilst you took your afternoon nap, or when you’d do some light chores around the house (you won over gojo trying to stop you). not to mention, your breasts were fuller and heavier with milk, soaking through your slip dresses often that he’s had to hide his hard-on more and more.

. . . who, on more than one occasion has had your tits caged within his hand: watching television, in naps, sex, he was unbelievably obsessed with the way the fabric around your nipples would leak and darken in colour. all he wanted was to knead them as he eats up your delicious moans, sucking hickies into your throat and holding your baby bump with his other hand. and then when satoru first peels the dress off of you, he whimpers, admiring the way your tits lactate and leak milk from its tip.

“s—satoru—” you’re sat sideways on his lap like the sweet girl you are and the first contact of his tongue around your nipple makes you let out a long moan. the sensitivity is all too much for you together with the heaviness of your belly and your hormones spiking and your husband simply smiles into your skin. he slurps at the liquid that drips from your tits, groaning into your breasts and the vibrations makes you clench your thighs together. it doesn’t go unnoticed by him when he’s got his hand between them, playing lazily with your clit and he presses a little harshly into your bundle of nerves and it draws such a beautiful cry and a spurt of your milk from your nipples right into his mouth. satoru cleans up well, noises similar to when he’d eat you out, “mmh… such perfect tits, mama, leaking so much milk just f’r me.” ✶

. . . whose hands look more rugged than he was young, fingertips a certain roughness to it from the boxes of the furniture of the nursery he’s carried to the training he still partakes in for young sorcerers. but they look especially pretty when he cuts up strawberries and bananas for your pancakes and later on, a teacup that barely makes its appearance in his hand from just how large he was in comparison to your baby girl’s tea set. your eyes also like to trail his hands as they skillfully weave your girl’s hair in a braid, hypnotised in which he uses his teeth to drag the hair tie to his fingers. satoru has a different opinion — he likes to see it on your belly when he wants to feel the baby kick and on your plush thighs when he’s teasing you, so close yet so far to your uncomfortable cunt.

. . . who uses your badly shaven job against you when his lips graze along your still full breasts and down to your torso. you can feel him drag the stubble against your inner thighs and it’s like he’s relishing in the way you squirm and thrash around on the bed, but the gojo below you is the culmination of multiple years of missions and caring for a baby girl. he looks so damn stunning between your legs as he usually does, except his features are more wrinkly and lenient and gentle, white strands turning just a little silver — it may just be the trick of the light.

but the way he eats you out has never changed — he’s already gone past making you beg for it. a hand on your inner thighs, caressing the skin and letting him do his damage, but it’s usually not long that gojo needs to hear you. “i heard you like this?” he laughs as he uses his teeth to pull at your underwear as he lifts your hips like you weigh nothing and his eyes are fixated on the way you’re leaking so much that there’s a string of arousal that connects your panties to your pussy. “’toru . .” you’re whining, grasping at nothing ’cause your belly was just too big. he finds your hand easily and twines your fingers. “yeah, angel?” with your legs propped up, he can appreciate the glory of your soaking pussy, and he thinks your tummy just looks divine, carrying a whole new life within it and still looking beautiful as ever. you preen when his mouth licks a stripe up your cunt and you can practically feel the stubble along your pussy lips. “mmh— was made to eat your pussy out, mama.” it’s no different from before. gojo eats you out with his skillful tongue, lapping at your folds and clit messily. you’re squeezing his hands at the intense sensations and he squeezes right back, other hand slowly drawing circles around your clenching, needy hole.

“look at ‘er,” gojo moans softly in awe as his finger parts your folds and he eases it in, your cunt automatically clamping down. you were right — they did feel rougher, bigger — it’s like you can feel the pads of his fingers and the lines on his digits. “so damn wettt . .” gradually he adds another and starts pumping them, moaning alongside you as your filthy husband nuzzles the bottom of his face into your sex and the prickle of his facial hair is so prominent — you just have to grind your hips onto his face. “careful of the baby, darling.” he lightly warns, fairly muffled, but he lets his little wife continue whatever she’s doing. “’toru, ’toru— needa c-cum . .” you’re whimpering, looking like a greek goddess as you’re dripping, dripping, all over satoru’s chin. “yeah? give it to daddy, baby, c’mon.” he moans into your clit, slurping up your juices mercilessly as his fingers reach so deep in you. “that’s right, that’s my girl— oooh fuckk . . . so much cum for me—” you’re cumming with a loud cry, plump thighs squeezing his head and he only presses his tongue deeper into your core as flood his tongue with your juices. he smacks his lips together and shoots you a smirk, “what a sweet thing my lil wife is — sweetest pussy too.” ✶

. . . who has to fuck you at least once while you’re pregnant, but he hadn’t imagined he would get so addicted to the look of your body rocking back and forth, so limp and pliant for him, especially with how he could easily do anything to you with how strong he was and yet you’re surrending everything up to him. satoru who has you in all sorts of positions where he can look at your supple breasts bounce as you cradle the baby in anxiety with one arm and the other is lining his back in red. and he hadn’t expected you’d be so horny too.

. . . whose dick you just can’t get enough of, pouncing on him once he’s gotten home from missions all sweaty and out of breath and your heart gets caught in your throat. guiding your hand to your little cunt when you wake in the morning to his toned chest and the look of soon-to-be-father looking so good on him. sending him little voice notes as you go on appointments by yourself (gojo hates himself for having a mission clash), but the contrast of your husband’s tear-filled apology before your needy audios is a stark contrast, fingers rubbing at your clit in the hospital toilet, unsatisfied. high-pitched whines whenever his cock would kiss your cervix juuust right and moaning how you want his cum in you, again

your husband throws his head back when he first sinks into you, but not before he slaps his cock along your folds, already soaking the sheets from the four times he’s made you cum. “f—fuck, so warm in here, baby.” gojo presses your hands to his lips and lays multiple kisses along it, even licking at your fingers and keeping his eyes locked on you while plunging them into your mouth. the gesture is sensual, hips rocking into you while his tongue glides over your fingers; he brings it to your clit after, helping you and satoru hopes he wouldn’t cum too early. especially when your hair is all splayed out with that glow along your cheeks. the position accentuate the curves of your body and your swelling stomach, and fuck, if he could paint, the image of your anatomy would be burned into his brain. “s’full, daddy.” he simply caresses your sore belly, “yeah? is it now?” he’s buried all the way to the hilt and the deepness sends a chill up your spine, “takin’ me like the good girl you are.”

“satoru, satoru, mmhhfuck,” your hands are holding into his forearms so tightly as he rocks into you, legs wrapped around his waist to trap him with your pussy and you truly wish your baby bump would be bigger so you didn’t have to look at your husband’s fucked out face and sweaty locks, grunts leaving his mouth as he continues to fuck into you with firm, solid thrusts. “w-what is it, sweeth— s-shit, this pussy’s too fuckin’ good.” you mewl at the words, staring up at him through hooded lids and a lax jaw. “tell me what— fuucck— you want, baby,” your words are beyond comprehensible, so you only can moan louder and babble over and over again, “cum— wan’ your cum, wan’ your cum, ’toru!” and gojo has a full blown aneurysm at the way you beg even when you were already knocked up. gojo’s breath and hips stutter at the way you hold onto his arm and plead, cumming straight into the warmth of your cunt with a loud groan. “don’t know how much i love your cunt, sweets.” ✶

. . . who, once you give birth to your baby girl, has never stopped thirsting over you, but he’s a little more considerate in letting your body rest. most of the time he’s pleasuring you just as you were with your baby bump, always the quickest to stand up and run to the nursery when he’d hear the baby’s cries or pass off him being between your legs as just wrestling as your darling girl gets another terrible nightmare. satoru has put you first, always, but lately the chivalrous acts that he’s been doing is landing you in a position of a dilemma — between decorum of a mother and the filthiness of a wife whose husband is just too hot.

. . . who stands out to you more with his new found love for tight black shirts and low riding sweatpants, always prancing around the penthouse with it glued to his body and accentuates just the best parts of his body. you weren’t sure if it was the post pregnancy hormones doing its job or whatever, but there are many times where you can see yourself staring a little too much: on movie nights when he manspreads and adjust his hips, one hand tucked behind the sofa and you can see the muscles in his arm moving. all gojo asks is “take a picture. it’ll last longer, baby,” and you just roll your eyes, but not before one more glance to his inviting lap. when it’s the morning and you’re already up tending to the baby, bouncing her around and breastfeeding her before your head snaps to the low, raspy greeting and you’re blessed with satoru and his arm up on the doorframe, watching you. he’s yawning and scratching at his torso while the sweatpants ride low, showing a peek of his v-line and happy trail. he’s giving you the sweetest, yet somehow sexiest smile as he saunters up to you, surrounded by his toned body and strong arms.

. . . who knows what he’s doing when he sees your distracted stares to the point your baby girl has to drag your hand full of food to her mouth; or in times of sleepiness in the dawn where all he wears are boxers and he has the gift of hearing your not so quiet gasp when you see him emerge from the bathroom after his morning skincare. what really seals the deal though, is the day you had a reunion with the students of jujutsu high, a nice little picnic out near tokiwa bridge and gojo just had to show his girls off — what was meant to be a wholesome day turned into thoughts of your husband’s physique as he challenges nanami to a “carry-off”, the still stoic sorcerer not even bothering to participate as gojo swoops you both into his arms. your daughter on his right and you on his left, and you’re scrambling to grab his shoulder. it sinks into you like an anchor: just how fit he was, the lines of his tense arm, the cheeky wink he sends to you while you’re up there. you only hope he can’t feel your pussy throb from that.

“you alright, darling?” your baby’s asleep comfortably on your chest, and your eyes can only burn holes into the hand that’s resting on your thigh, swallowing before facing your husband who only seemed to get hotter the more he ages. when you turn to him he’s already looking at you, a lopsided smile on his face before he breaks eye contact and steps on the gas when the traffic light turns green, letting out a loaded exhale when you grab his hand and twine your fingers.

that two person carry has been etched onto your mind long after you’ve reached the penthouse along with everything that’s been going on, but you’re interrupted when satoru squeezes your hand, pulling you into his embrace while keeping your darling girl asleep. he’s skilled at that, as he is with his lips, pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. you can feel your stomach turn with anticipation, tasting his gloss as he whispers “should we order takeout tonight?”

you hum, “i can cook, ’toru.”

his hands feel hot on your waist, “rest today, baby. we did spend a whole day in the hot sun,” they draw circles on your lower back, “plus, we have that event tomorrow, don’t wanna tire you out.”

“the event’s at night you goof,” you laugh, a slow hand stroking your daughter’s hair. stark white and striking as always.

“still.” he grins and winks like there’s some ulterior motive, leaning in to kiss you again before your girl rouses and yawns.

“good morning, my love.” satoru coos as she finds her bearings, looking around in confusion and only being able to focus on her father’s hand on her hair.

“na-na-min?” the awkward plea in her voice would drive gojo to burn the world down, to call nanami right now to meet up again, but he knows all that would only warrant annoyance. he could call yuji, but he did mention something about having dinner with his partner tonight.

gojo feels bad to be breaking her heart like this, “no, darling, ’m sorry.” his heart breaks even more when she breaks into a slight cry and he attempts to quell her sobs by baby-talking her.

“c’mon, why don’t you let papa carry you, and mama can head off to take care of herself, hm?” he suggests with a big grin, mood changing instantly as he plucks her out of your arms, again emphasising his strong arms when they hold her on one side and curl another around you. “go clean up first. i’ll settle dinner for her.”

but the shower seemed to be a bad idea at the time, emerging from the steamy bathroom to see your husband with his shirt off and the baby already all cleaned up and fed. she was swaddled in her most comfortable blanket, the fabric of it peeping out from the side as your eyes focus on the rippling muscles of gojo’s back. he bounces the baby gently as he burps her, muttering little praises and sounds.

“oh, baby—” he catches sight of you in the doorway in a towel and he only smiles, not knowing how you were trying to digest just how broad his shoulders were and how small his waist was. had he always been so fine?

“heard about skin to skin contact with your baby,” he whispers, “says it increases our bond.”

and if you could, you’d drag him back to the chapel all over again to renew your vows, because you didn’t expect him to be such a sap. you also didn’t expect him to read you so well. the baby’s asleep and it’s well past midnight, masking yet another shaky sigh when your body sinks more into his side.

“satoru—”

“yeeess . .?” 

you stand up with vigour you didn’t think you have, plopping yourself down onto his lap and all he does is smile slyly. the way his bare body moves as he leans back is enough drive for you to shut him up.

“haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“oh? you have a crush on me?”

so infuriating as always. you roll your eyes and grind down on him, igniting such a familiar and archaic feeling that you haven’t felt in a long time: his bulge against you, the soft groan he lets out. he’s always been treating you time and time, and yet he puts his own needs on hold. a perfect husband like him waited only for you to initiate things, and yet you wonder why it took you so long. maybe it was the baby taking up most of your time, maybe it was him being on missions and coming home dead-beat tired.

maybe you knew you’d never turn back if you indulged yourself — pushing out a whole baby wasn’t exactly easy. but you’ve missed him. on you, in you.

“we’re married, you dumbass.”

“still in disbelief, my bad.” gojo laughs, “is there anything you wanna tell me?”

you sigh, pulling him to you so your foreheads would touch. you breathe onto his lips — “please take care of me.”

oh, gojo satoru did take care of you and more, burying his face between your legs and making you cum over and over. he made your voice hoarse and your thighs ache, juices soaking the sheets from just how wet you were.

“oh, you needed this, huh?”

“shut up.” gojo moans when you push him back onto your cunt, already having orgasmed thrice just from his tongue. he was skillful and he knew it, just as much as he knew just how tight you’d be when he smeared your cum all over your pussy and pushed past your folds. satoru whines at the tightness, at having missed your cunt wrapped around him for so long that he can tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

“f—fuck . . so fuckin’ good, s’tight . .” you’re not that well off, either, thinking the shower was a waste of water as your sweaty stomach heaved in anticipation while he bottomed out. gojo cries out in a choked moan, “you feel so g—good, mama.”

“w-who’s needing it now?” you breathe out, fingers digging into his shoulders so harshly it hurt. you catch a glimpse of satoru’s smile and a shake of his head — you’d need to be carried tomorrow, for sure.

he pulls out and slams back in so accurately you let out a loud moan, insides turning to mush after so long. the feel of him filling you up is like none other, pussy gripping onto him like a vice. you can’t remember the last time you let him take you.

“so p-perfect for me—” gojo rasps out, looking at you drunkenly. the mother of his child, his wife, it weighs on him and he just thinks he needs to fuck you until you know how much joy you bring to his life. your body rocks as your lover fucks into you, hovering over your body and looking so ethereal. his hair falls into his eyes that you just have to pull him down, crashing your lips against his. the moans he lets out against your face is lovely and you can feel his cock twitch as your legs wrap around his waist.

“‘toru— shiiitt . .” your back arches off of the bed, body caving into satoru like second nature. he lets out babbles against your lips, room filled with the sounds of his balls slamming into your ass, coupled with your weeping pussy, coating his length with all that you can give to him. “so deep—”

“that’s ’cause you’re suckin’ me in, baby—” he laughs breathlessly, cutting off your answer with another kiss, feeling the brush of pelvic bone against your clit. it’s all you need to cum hard, still sensitive after so long and your pussy clenches around gojo’s shaft even tighter; it gets gojo whining into the kiss before he reaches his high too, spilling into you with wide eyes and stuttering hips. you moan at the sensation, eyes pleading your husband for more, more, more. 

“forgot how much i loved doing that, f-fuck—” gojo hums as he removes your legs from his waist, pushing you into a deep mating press and you squeal when you feel his cock barely hit your g-spot in this new position, “yeah? ya feel that?”

you nod mindlessly, hands now holding onto his forearms before his hips start moving again and you’re left to whining like a slut. your thighs dig into your chest as gojo folds your body in half, rutting into you messily. there’s so much cum, mixed in filthily as your words only descend into incoherence.

“yes, yes, yes!” are all you can manage as gojo grunts from above you: his stubble, his broad shoulders, his matured face, they all look beautiful in the cold night. he’s so focused on the way your cunt sucks him in, hips stammering when your hand comes into view to rub your clit. “give it all t’me, daddy.”

there’s a small growl that leaves his lips at that, pace reaching an animalistic one as he angles his hips. “open y’mouth.” 

satoru is driven crazy when you obey silently, and he has to push deeper into you to reach your mouth, making you falter and pull your brows together — you recover fast enough to catch the spit hanging from his mouth, dribbling slowly into your mouth even when gojo’s hips never stop their assault.

“attagirl,” he praises, smiling softly at the way your pussy twitched at that. he knows you’re close by the look in your eyes, grasping aimlessly at his shoulders. 

“gonna let me cum in you again? hm?” gojo’s thrusts are sloppy now, fuelled by the squelch of your drooling cunt, “gonna let daddy put another baby in you?”

you mewl at that, “wan’ that— want all of it—” intoxicated on his cock, they hit the deepest parts of you; you know and love the way his tip hits your sweet spot, you know and love the way the shaved pubes of his pelvis brush up against your clit so well.

“take it then—” gojo grunts, holding your legs up and meets your eyes and the simple call of his name has him shivering. he cums deep, shooting his load so white and hot in you that you’re moaning loudly at the feeling, hand on your clit increasing in pace before your fifth for the night, legs trembling in his grip and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. 

gojo thinks you’re god. “that’s it— shit, take all of my cum, mama.” you can barely see blue, rather seeing spots of white that fill your vision and you get dizzy and overstimulated, groaning finally when he removes his cock from you. so much cum spills out, pussy pushing it out and satoru bites his lips at the sight.

but you both know you’re far from done when gojo lies on his back, ulterior motive fulfilled when he sees you climb on top of him and drag your pussy along the base of his dick. with you like this, stretch marks and plumpier breasts, you still look as beautiful as you did before the baby, letting you interlock your fingers with his. 

your mouth falls open in a soft “satoru” as you sink down onto his still hard, leaking cock and he never wants to look at anyone else ever again, lest he misses even one second of witnessing a goddess like you at work.

gojo cannot resist sitting up to meet you halfway in a soft kiss (“thank you, ’toru. you always take care of me so well.”) and it gives him all the confirmation he needs when your hips first move and the moans and the lewd sounds of your cunt sound more heavenly than all the choirs in the world.

“it’s what you deserve, baby. only the best.”

Being down bad for Sae be like <33

IF THAT'S WHAT YOU LIKE. i.s.

WARNINGS: nsfw, explicit smut, anal sex (w/ no condom), usage of toys, afab reader (also having long-ish hair). AUTHOR'S NOTE: another repost :,> sae making you his anal princess is so heavy on my mind

sae doesn’t think of himself as greedy by any means, and to be fair, neither do you. there’s no reason for his ambition and drive to be misplaced as something so trivial and empty.

the only exception to this simple trait of his nature is no other than you. perhaps, you’re the single thing that can make the collected midfielder ache and yearn for more than he’d ever bargained for, but then again - could you blame him?

sae’s never had a chance to deny you in the first place. not with the way your crystalline gaze locks with his as you glance over your shoulder, hair fanned out across the silk sheets and lips forming the sweetest praises he’s ever heard.

airy moans melt into each slick sound that resonates in the room when he works the glass toy in and out of your tight hole, and truth be told, it might be just enough to make him cum untouched.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” the redhead hums, and if you didn’t know him any better, you probably wouldn’t notice how his voice cracks. he’s losing composure, fast. “you’re taking it so well, love. who would’ve thought.”

the way sae’s so vocal is already enough proof on how worked up he really is. well- there’s also the steadily tightening grip on your ass as he spreads the cheeks further apart, and then again the heavy amounts of pre that seep down the swollen head of his cock, which twitches desperately at each of your little whimpers.

in the end, sae might be anything but collected around you - definitely so when you’re so eager in giving him the one thing that gets him off the most.

now, he might not be greedy, but he definitely is intense and unrelenting - that you’ve learnt early on in your relationship, when he had no restraints about showing you exactly what he likes. it was refreshing, in a way, how he’d easily handle your body into whatever position he thought could feel good, or make sure you had a toy at hand for when he was away. sae wasn’t loud - anything but, actually - but he made it up to you by being passionate, and always got his message through with actions instead of words.

(i like hearing you, you’d say, to which the midfielder would only snort – but the blush that stains the apples of his cheeks ruins his disguise entirely. he’s eased into it, eventually, but it’s still unfairly rare.)

he never pressured you into anything, although he was a bit uneasy when he first thought that you might feel just the opposite. you have talked about this once or twice before, but really, no words could get his point across as well as the way his hands did, always kneading or slapping the tender flesh of your ass; thumb ghosting over the ignored hole, all on display and twitching with need as his cock sinks deep into your cunt. (you never did mind.)

“tight,” sae would grunt against your ear, body curled on top of yours and chest snugly pressed to your back all the while his middle finger prods at all the right spots. “wonder how you’d- ah- feel ‘round me instead.”

you’d always cum just a little harder, too, when stuffed on both ends. no matter whether it was sae’s fingers or a pretty, svarowski-jewelled plug, resting heavy between your silky walls; it was unlike anything else you’ve ever experienced before, and it brought you to heavenly tears more often than not.

perhaps, it was also the scorching hot desire, simmering behind the familiar emerald gaze, that made your entire body seize with pleasure each time he took that much more of you. it was only natural, really, to have your body react this way to seeing sae so riled up, teetering off the edge this much easier the more of him was inside of you.

it didn’t take long to give in, not at all. took you even less to love it.

“s’ good, sae,” you mewl, lashes stuck together from the wetness that clings to your lids, “so - hah- full!” as if purposely, the high pitched moan leaves you just in time with sae slipping the glass dildo out, slowly, letting you feel every nook and cranny of the gently beaded shape. your hips stutter, tits pressing further into the mattress as you huff, vision just slightly blurry as you watch him over your shoulder.

“full?” the midfielder echoes, the amused lilt to his tone making your cunt squeeze with need. “c'mon, you’ve taken more than that.” it’s breathy, the way his words trail off when he swallows thickly and gaze zeroes in on how you bite down on your bottom lip.

he sets the toy to the side, pretty pink glass glimmering in the sheer bedside lights, all the while his eyes slip to the sight in front instead. sae sucks in a breath, chest seizing with lust and it’s barely a few seconds before his thumb dips past the rim of your stretched entrance, fluttering around the digit when it slips in with little resistance. you choke on a breath, saccharine moans stifled back as you turn your face to stuff it into the fluffy covers, and sae wraps a hand around the base of his cock upon hearing the desperate little noises.

giving himself a few strokes, slow and languid as to not bring himself too close to the edge so quickly, he groans, shoulders squaring when your walls squeeze down on the single digit. it’s hard to put any thoughts together, yet alone speak them out loud - even the filthiest of them, dressed in low grunts and whispers that feel all too hot on your skin. instead, he lets out a sound that resembles something between a hum and whine, and slides his finger out, only to smack the hand across your cheek.

you gasp into the soft covers, fists instinctively tightening in the material upon the sharp sting.

“fuck-” the hunger is almost palpable, rough on your doughy flesh when his fingers dig deep into it, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. wet, lewd sounds bounce off the walls with each drag of sae’s fist along his aching, leaking cock, the grip doing pathetically little to ease the borderline frustrating throb.

he doesn’t want to wait anymore, really, and so, he leans down and earns himself a squeal when his tongue laps along the fluttering hole – just once, but it’s deliberate and precise. the muscle feels hot against your sensitive entrance when you jerk forwards at the sheer force sae presses himself into your behind, head growing more fuzzy with each passing second and desperate, messy lick and slurp.

his name is merely a chant on your lips, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth with how lewd it still feels despite it not being the first time. maybe it’s just the vibrations that sae’s groans send right down your heat, or the steady yet quiet shlick of the firm strokes he graces himself with. either way, it has your eyes rolling backwards, hips pushing back against your boyfriend’s face all the while the fire in the very pit of your tummy ignites.

sae would’ve loved to eat you until your throat’s sore from all the airy, sugared moans and hips barely able to keep upright – but fuck, he needs you bad, and so, he has to take you now, before he makes a mess of himself like an all too eager virgin. he’s breathless by the time he pulls away but fairly enough, so are you, and he wastes no time in sitting back upright.

he’s gotten you messy enough, but there’s no such thing as enough slick, never – definitely not with his size – and so, he cranes his neck slightly lower again when he spits, a thick glob landing ever so slightly to the left of your hole, but slipping down with ease anyway. you feel it drip all the way down to your clit, sticking to your folds and warm on the throbbing, hardened bud that all but screams for just a ghost of stimulation.

“breathe,” sae mutters as a reminder and the sound barely makes it to your conscious through the white noise ringing in your ears. but then, there’s also the familiar feeling of the spongy, silky head of his cock nudging right against the tight rim, teasingly slipping further down to catch between your folds to which you keen and cry with protest.

to be fair, he would’ve grabbed you by the back of your neck and remind you to behave, whore, if it was any other circumstances – but, well, there’s no denying that sae does slip into this sort of haze when he’s about to fuck you in the ass, and so, he forgoes the mean treatment. (it sounds silly, and maybe it is – but there’s no greater compliment than knowing you quite literally fuck him dumb, until stuffing you full is the only thought that remains in that leveled head of his.)

instead, he pushes his hips forward, and though there is a bit of a resistance still, sae thrusts in so smoothly and deep, all at once, that he’s pretty damn sure you’ve been molded just for him. made just to take him, all the way up until it feels like he’s in your throat and you might as well choke on how much this is.

“ohhh-” sae’s pretty sure you’re tearing up - saccharine, stupidly big droplets sinking into the sheets, leaving a puddle to match the drool stains he’s also quite certain you’re leaving behind. “s- sae,” you hiccup, shoulders trembling and hips stuttering in a way that resembles an animal in heat. cute.

“i know,” he sucks in a breath, pulling backwards midway, then rutting himself into you again – slower this time, but it only makes you feel the heavy weight of his cock even more as it almost tauntingly presses against the spots that make your body turn limp. “i know, baby, it’s a lot.”

it’s rare – having him say this much, and none of it degrading you to the point of shameful arousal boiling under your skin – but it’s fair enough, you guess, when you’re being this good while fulfilling his favorite fantasy. sae seems aware of this, too, cause soon enough he rests both hands on your waist, giving the flesh a firm squeeze – a reassurance of sorts, cause fuck, you’re squeezing him so tight he can barely move, and so he’s sure it still must hurt just the slightest bit – before both large palms ease their way down and grab at the swell of your hips.

a hand slides to flatten on the small of your back, urging it into an even deepen arch and your chest hollows with how it only makes everything feel so much more intense. he’s barely started moving and the initial sting of how much your hole has to stretch around his girth still hasn’t let up – yet the all too familiar warmth starts to rapidly build up already, the knot in your abdomen unrelenting, only growing stronger.

your breaths come out in little pants as you desperately and quite shamelessly grab at the white sheets, as pale as your knuckles when your grip tightens. sae knows it, notices with all senses that you’re just shy of hitting your orgasm, and despite the way his jaw slacks and hips stay unrelenting in their rhythm – slightly slower than usual, but oh so deep and firm instead – he manages to force out a laugh, one that’s only ever demeaning, but this time sounds more encouraging than anything else.

“cumming already?” sae taunts, only answered with a choked cry, airy yet thick with tears. he runs a hand all the way down your spine until it rests around your nape, upper body draping over yours just slightly as the additional weight he puts on you only drives him even deeper, “go on, little one. ‘m right there with you.”

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Me asf

i watched bungou stray dogs, which led me to vanitas no carte, and then i found yuukoku no moriarty.

conclusion: i enjoy animes with detectives, vampires, and the rivals-to-partners-but-still-rivals trope

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐸𝒴𝐸𝒮 — attractive things they do

info ⭑  includes: itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, mikage reo, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu ﾉ suggestive bordering nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ all character written 19+  

₊˚ପ⊹ RIN guides you by your waist. when you’re playing around and purposely blocking his path, his arms stretch out to take a hold of you before effortlessly reversing your positions with the click of his tongue and an easy, lazy smirk. it’s also one of the few physical actions he’ll display in public, preferring it over holding hands or slinging an arm around your shoulders. he can see you this way, keep you in his sights. when you’re not paying any mind to your surroundings and nearly walk into traffic, he pulls you into him and gives you a squeeze, leaning down to whisper “be careful” against your skin. you jump at his touch and the feel of his breath tickling your ear, cheeks burning with the reminder of where his hands were roaming and exploring the night before.

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU walks around the apartment in sweatpants that hang incredibly low on his hips. your focus shifts from the pot of water you’re waiting to boil to ryusei as he pads into the kitchen after finishing his shower. beads of water drip from his hair onto his bare chest and roll down his tanned skin until they reach his v-line. you don’t realize the water on the stove has come to a boil until shidou clears his throat, jerking his head at the stove. “you’re staring real hard, pretty,” he drawls with a lazy grin. it only takes a few strides for him to close the gap between the two of you. his hands grip the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place as fuchsia eyes filled with mischief stare down at your figure. “something more you wanna see?”

₊˚ପ⊹ OLIVER intently stares at your lips whenever you’re talking. to be fair, each conversation starts with his eyes on yours but they always happen to drift down to your mouth. he takes in their natural pout and the subtle shine that your chapstick leaves behind on them. eventually, his mind begins to wander. he thinks about how soft they would feel sucking hickeys onto the pulse of his neck and across his collarbone or wrapped around the head of his—"are you even listening?“ you ask with crossed arms, the corners of your lips turnings down in a frown. "of course i am,” he tells you, finally dragging his gaze up to your eyes. “i just hear you better this way, that’s all.”

₊˚ପ⊹ REO puts his hands over yours every time you reach for your wallet to pay. he can feel the way your fingers wriggle beneath his palm, but he ignores the movement, intertwining his fingers with yours while he pulls out his card and hands it to the cashier. he’s got more money to his name than he knows what to do with, so it only makes sense for him to spoil you. he might smile and breathe out a laugh when you slap his shoulder and frown, sulking about how you feel bad for spending all his money, but he hears you. if you really feel like paying him back, he can think of a couple of ways you could do so—some that are better suited taking place in the bedroom.

₊˚ପ⊹ KAISER tilts your chin up with his finger whenever you refuse to look at him. it shouldn’t surprise you, seeing him offer fans smiles and hugs, but you can’t help but think about it when the two of you are taking your leave. “are you seriously mad?” he asks from beside you, and it wouldn’t have upset you if he didn’t laugh like it was unreasonable. you scoff and roll your eyes but before you’re able to make it any closer to the door, you’re being tugged back. all too suddenly, kaiser is in front of you, his hooked finger angling your head up and forcing you to meet his azure gaze. “you know i only have eyes for you, right?” he murmurs, like his words are meant for you and you alone. he’ll show you that his statement holds true when you get home.

₊˚ପ⊹ YUKIMIYA uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe away his sweat. on the occasion that you accompany him to a weekend practice or individual workout, you tend to look out for it. after the intense training when he’s cooling down, you watch attentively as he drags the hem of his shirt across his upper lip to collect the beads of perspiration. the motion leaves his abdomen exposed, putting the defined lines of his abs and the trail of dark hair peeking out from his shorts on display. your staring isn’t as discreet as you think it is but yukimiya doesn’t mind it. even after he catches you gawking, he keeps his shirt pulled up so as to not interrupt your view. when finally do look up at him, he’s peering at you over his glasses, tongue running along his lower lip.

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THIS

upset for max but honestly red bull racing fuckin deserved this result

they need an actual wake up call, cuz they can NOT keep putting everything on max' shoulders and relying on the goddamn verstappen factor to pull their shitcan of a car to victories anymore

max boiling over on the radio has been brewing for weeks now, he has been telling the team to get a fuckin move on and start actually developing the car but horner has kept to his stupid false positive vibes in the media

if their nr1 driver, the reigning champion is telling you your strategies suck ass and that yhe car is slow, YOU FUCKIN LISTEN TO HIM

spa will be another shit storm cuz we have a 10 place pen to take so the summer break can not come fast enough for max

Some headcanons about professor!Gojo of Symptoms and Causes, please!

professor!gojo headcanons (based on this fic)

sfw

x professor!gojo who silences you mid-rant with a kiss so intense it makes your head spin and forget all your arguments.

x professor!gojo who loves peppering kisses on top of your head just because he fucking can. gotta love those tall-man advantages.

x professor!gojo who flashes those dimples when he smiles, and damn, it throws you off guard every damn time.

x professor!gojo who hides a seriously ripped body under those fancy suits. the way the fabric pulls tight? enough said.

x professor!gojo who ditches the suit the second he's home, sweatpants hanging low enough to reveal his v-line, with hints of light, pale hair tracing along the hemline of his boxers.

x professor!gojo who sabotages good things before they can hurt him. deep down, he's convinced he doesn't deserve happiness and is unworthy of love.

x professor!gojo who throws himself into research with manic intensity, using it to cover up his pain beneath the illusion of productivity.

x professor!gojo who once lost a young patient early in his career, whose name still haunts him to this day.

x professor!gojo craves intimacy like a starving man. guess that's what happens when you grow up without genuine affection.

x professor!gojo who finds true vulnerability scarier than any scalpel. hence why his university days were filled with empty hookups that left him feeling worse.

x professor!gojo who once tried to hit on one of his female professors back in his university days just because he liked the challenge.

x professor!gojo who broke the unofficial university record for most girls fucked in one night. still unbeaten to this day.

x professor!gojo who completed his doctorate in only three years, the youngest graduate in the university's history. he wrote this thesis on glioblastoma.

x professor!gojo who can sweet-talk anyone into anything, but also isn't above exploiting people's weaknesses if he needs to.

x professor!gojo who struggles with nightmares, insomnia and intrusive thoughts.

x professor!gojo who clings to geto for stability.

x professor!gojo who would do anything for you. like he's a slave for you, if you'd ask him to.

x professor!gojo who isn't normally the jealous type, but get under his skin—and yeah, that possessive streak gets ugly.

x professor!gojo who can actually whip up a decent meal, surprisingly. gotta survive on your own somehow, right? cleaning, however—that's what hired help is for.

x professor!gojo who once had a very uncomfortable talk with his cleaning lady after she found his ridiculous stack of meds. he just raised her salary after that.

x professor!gojo who has very large hands and somehow they always find their way around your waist (or your throat in other situations).

x professor!gojo who scoops you up like it's nothing, even if you're protesting. he's strong, and a little bit of a show-off.

x professor!gojo who has these veins stand out against pale skin, tracing a roadmap along his forearms that disappears tantalizingly under rolled-up shirtsleeves.

x professor!gojo who is speckled with light freckles on his pale arms and shoulders. you only really notice in summer.

nsfw

x professor!gojo who doesn't only shut you up with kisses, but with his dick as well. it's like his way of manhanling you.

x professor!gojo who had nearly a threesome with geto once.

x professor!gojo who is anything but quiet. he's loud, unapologetic, and damn, it's fucking hot.

x professor!gojo who doesn't hold back when he's in the mood for some rough play. his kisses are aggressive, demanding, leaving you bruised and breathless. he'll bite, he'll nip, he'll leave marks that will linger long after. and when he's done with your mouth, he'll move on to the rest of your body, leaving bruises and bite marks.

x professor!gojo who always had this thing for studying female anatomy. geto thought it was kinda weird, but you surely thanked him for it. he knows every inch of the female body like the back of his hand, and he's not afraid to use that knowledge to make you scream his name.

x professor!gojo who knows your body better than you do. he knows exactly where to touch you, where to press, where to tease until you're writhing beneath him, begging for release. and he likes it.

x professor!gojo who once broke a bed while getting it on. he didn't even bother saying sorry. just up and left like it was nothing.

x professor!gojo who loves you sitting on his lap, taking control and driving him wild. it gets him so lost in the moment that he can't help but to moan uncontrollably underneath you as you ride him.

x professor!gojo who loves you on top but loves him on top even more. he loves to dominate you, taking charge, and watching you squirm under him. there's something about seeing you submit to his every touch, hearing your gasps and moans that drives him absolutely mad.

x professor!gojo who could get off only watching you react to his touch, knowing that he's the one responsible for bringing you to such heights. it's like a drug for him. ups

x professor!gojo who is all about taking his sweet time. he's like a freaking explorer, wanting to savor every inch of your body, every gasp that escapes your lips.

x professor!gojo who is into edging and overstimulation. he's all about pushing your limits and seeing how much you can take. it'll drive him insane if you say you can't take it anymore but still give him clear signals that whatever he does, he should not stop at all costs. and he won't stop until you're completely at his mercy, trembling with need.

x professor!gojo who can be surprisingly gentle too, especially when he knows you need it. he'll give it to you without hesitation.

x professor!gojo who is down to try anything new in the bedroom. no judgments, just pure exploration.

x professor!gojo who loves doggy style, because it gives him the perfect angle to take you exactly how he wants. plus, he's got all the space he needs to slam deep into you with all his force.

x professor!gojo who is very talkative. he'll praise you one moment, then urge you to give in the next. only when he's had a long day, he's not much for talking. he'd rather let his actions speak for themselves.

x professor!gojo who loves to plunge his tongue into your core. arguing with me on this one is futile.

x professor!gojo who is packing some serious length. and it's not just about being prepared. even when you think you are, he still manages to stretch you out like it's nobody's business. it's intense, to say the least.

x professor!gojo who has crazy stamina. he'll go at it for ages, leaving you completely spent and utterly satisfied, unable to move, let alone think. and then he will go another round.

x professor!gojo whose surgeon's hands caress you so gently one moment, and then grab your throat with terrifying force the next, leaving you gasping for breath.

x professor!gojo who knows just how to keep you on the edge, teasing and tantalizing until you're begging for release. he's playing a game, and you're completely at his mercy.

x professor!gojo who loves shower sex. there's just something about the water running over your skin that drives him wild. it's like he sees you and he knows he has to have you right here, right now, no matter what.

x professor!gojo who is all about that aftercare too. he's all about cuddling up and making sure you're feeling loved and cared for.

i may got carried a bit away. hope you enjoy! ♡

Cute bf Sae 😭

since sae is canonically not knowledgeable in anything else besides soccer, i’m thinking about itoshi sae who is kind of dumbfounded when you tell him how bad your period cramps are—because he’s quite not sure how that works. but like the good boyfriend he is, sae’s initial thought is to bury his face on your lower abdomen and call it a day. nonchalantly, he will rub his head, too. he thinks he’s helping, when really…it’s not really working—in fact, the weight of his head sort of makes your body uncomfortable. oh well, who are you to make this clingy, adorable sae who’s only trying his best go away from you?

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