“Gojo, please. We have to focus.” you plead with him, exhausted, as he plays around on his phone. The stick of his lollipop rolls around to the other side of his mouth. He shoots you a sideways glance over those trendy shades and smirks.
“Do you have a mouse in your pocket?” his eyes track down the scrolling screen in his hands.
“What?” you furrow your brow in confusion. You don’t have the energy for his games right now. What is he on about?
“You said WE need to focus,” he leans the chair back onto two legs, kicking his feet up on the table, “who is we? You and the mouse?” his nose wrinkles as he snickers to himself. His snarky grin is giving you a headache.
When your chemistry professor pulled you aside after class, you expected to chat about your senior thesis. Instead, he all but got down on his knees and begged you to work with Gojo on the midterm lab.
“I have no one else for him.” You groaned and turned away.
“That’s not my headache.” You stuffed books into your bag, ready to leave this conversation.
“Listen, I know he’s a bit troublesome but if you just-”
“Troublesome? A bit troublesome? Really, professor?” he sighed at the look you gave him.
“Y/N, can you please just do me this favor? You owe me for pushing that late submission through last trimester.” he’s still holding that over your head?
“Oh come on! That’s nowhere close to a fair trade.” You have too much going on right now to have Satoru Gojo dropped onto your plate.
He crossed his arms, “I’ve already paired everyone up.”
You scowled at him and threw your bag over your shoulder.
Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.
cw. mentions of murder, suggestive content, unedited fic
notes. err, i’m only doing this on impulse. i would like to continue it, but i think part one stands enough for itself :> i might delete this if i don’t like it a few days later lollll
Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if
you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But
on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also
believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.
cw. smut, overstimulation, slight dumbification, praising kink, slight degradation, spanking, belt whipping, explicit murder, rough sex, shower sex, oral (f receiving), multiple sex scenes, riding, slight angst, veryyy unedited, sex when standing up, sex in pretzel position, dom! gojo, manhandling
notes. 🦋 anon, thanks so much for the request! i hope you love this one, i absolutely poured my heart and soul into this! minus the effort to edit, i’ll just edit this when i’m no longer sick lol
Warnings: Death is mentioned | Human Sacrifices is mentioned | Sukuna is a little bit OOC |
Words: 3k+ (3333 words 😂)
Summary: If someone asked Sukuna how he fell in love for the first time, he would have to say it was at this very moment. As she looked at him in the eye, determination shining as bright as his lust for violence, Sukuna found himself captured in her web. What a foolish woman. But at this moment, he also decided that this was his foolish woman.
Kindness is an alien feeling for Sukuna. Even before he became a curse, Sukuna was an outcast. A monster in everyone’s eyes. They either worshipped his strength or hated him for his cruelty. He was never quite sure of what to expect from humans. But one thing he knew was that they never showed kindness to him. His devouts would pray to him, offer him offerings, food, but never out of kindness or consideration for his well-being. It was always because they expected something from him in return, and it annoyed him. Every time someone would come to him bearing the most expensive offering they could afford, he would scowl at them. It annoyed him to no end. It might have been an act of goodwill from devotees. But Sukuna found this practice of poor taste. It felt like they were buying his services. As if, if Sukuna was to accept their offerings, they expected him to do what they asked of him. What did they take him for? Did they really believe that mere human offerings were enough to bargain for his services? Upon seeing their wishes remaining unfulfilled and occasionally getting a golden plate thrown back to their faces, the people had to find new ways of demanding something from the fickle ‘god’.
So the trend of sending him human sacrifices began. Towns and villages would send to his temple the most beautiful men and women their people had to offer as if they were mere disposable objects. If Sukuna found the food offerings of poor taste, you can already imagine how the latter felt when he saw a beautifully clad woman being delivered at the foot of his throne as if she was the most precious gift they could give. Humans were truly disgusting. Did they insinuate that he couldn’t seduce a man or woman on his own? Did they insinuate that he was so horrible-looking that no men or women would want to bed him willingly? How outrageous and insulting to his person. Sukuna truly took this insult to heart. While the food offerings were occasionally accepted because they looked decent, sending over men and women was something Sukuna found deeply insulting to his person. It was a true hit to his unmeasurable ego.
A/N: I’ll admit this turned out to be way less filthier than the theme makes it seem
But I’m a whore for domestic Toji so🥱 plus this gives me the chance to write a pt.2 with all the lewd shit😈 or hell I might start a wholeass dilf toji series 🥴
Because I love Gojo but there is no way he singlehandedly raised Megumi SYNOPSIS. it’s kind of self explanatory? read the title besties WC. 10k CW. vomit, goldfish death, JJK spoilers, (1) instance of Megumi slut shaming Gojo but it is resolved, minor mention of violence (it’s jjk come on), Gojo is significantly nerfed because he’s about 20 years younger and I needed it for the plot 😁
The first time you see Gojo again after he murders his best friend, he has a child clinging to him, which says a lot about his mental state. Of everyone in your generation, your first pick to be a parent would not be the man who is currently holding the still unknown child by the scruff of his neck, like a cat.
A sad, traumatized cat with a head that looks too big for the rest of it’s body. The child makes desperate eye contact with you, arms and legs dangling helplessly. You’re not sure how long Gojo’s been holding him like that, but judging by his expression, it’s been long enough.
Shoko finds her voice first. “Did you…steal a baby?”
The lump of black hair and seething eyes that Gojo’s carrying grits out, “I’m a first grader.”
A/n: I AM SO OVERWHELME. Thank you for all the reblogs, i know around 10 aren’t that much but for me they really are especially in about just a day. I can’t express how thankful i am, your positive feedback is the reason why i already wrote the part 2. I do kinda plan to make a pt 3 too Haha. I‘m always open for any kind of feedback and my dm‘s / ask is also always open if any of you want to thirst or just talk haha.
Warnings: NSFW, mentions of alcohol and a blackout (nothing illegal happened!), public sex & fingering, Toji being the best dad ever (not). and typos, i was just too lazy to read through this mess lol probs going to correct it tomorrow.
Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader , Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
Form: oneshot / short story
“Ohhh that’s why you moaned his name last night.” Tojo whispers in your ear.
Shocked you turn around and look at him, your mouth wide open.
“Careful, you don’t want the others to notice anything, do you?” He smirks. Quickly your trying to act normal again, but your mind is racing.
You did not do this.
No.
Never.
NEVER EVER.
You got drunk last night to get over the fact that Gojo was sleeping over at some random girls place.
You got drunk last night to get those thoughts out of your mind.
You got drunk last night to get over the fact that you are in love with your best friend.
And you hooked up with Toji last night to convince yourself that you don’t have any feeling for Gojo.
You simply couldn’t moan Gojos name.
That would mean that he was still present in yours thoughts.
While some other guy was fucking you.
This is bad.
This is sooo bad.
Especially since you knew that Gojo only sees you as a best friend… a best friend without the benefits.
Yeah yeah, sure how should you know if he only sees you in this way.
You two are always flirting…
But this is just an act.. a game.. you are both pretty flirty- it’s just natural.
Also … we’re talking about Gojo,…, one of the biggest hoes you knew. If he was slightly interested in you, he’d already made a move on you.
“Hey Y/n, care to finally tell us what happened last night?” Nobara asks and you snap out of the conversation you were having with yourself in your mind.
“Oh yes pleaseeeeeee tell us all the details.” Gojo coos and earns a warning glare from you.
“Come one, y’all aren’t young enough to not piece one and one together and figure out what she was up to last night.” Toji laughs.
“We know that she has one … or more than one.. Hickey on her neck.. BUT WHO?” Nobara reply’s and looks at you with a smirk.
“You really think I remember his name?” You laugh, “ I woke up in his flat and then went straight out of it. All I know is, that it wasn’t worth the hickeys.” You joke.
“Oh so your hungover ass, still remembers how bad he was in bed?” Gojo teases and throws a quick glance at Toji, signaling him that he knows.
“Definitely… worst fuck I ever had, I truly doubt i came even once.” You sneer.
“Well… at least you learned your lesson now. Don’t get drunk and fuck a stranger.” Nanami sighs. “Kids, learn from her. Don’t make the same mistakes.” He looks over at the Yuji, Nobara and Megumi.
“Yes, I wouldn’t say that, for me it always went well… but that could also be because I’m just good … at everything.” Gojo winks, “Y/n just sadly got a guy that … didn’t knew who to … please a women.” He says with an arrogant smirk.
“Oh really, was it that bad Y/n?” You feel a hand on your thigh, squeezing it.
“Uhm… I mean, I can’t really remember it..” you stutter, feeling Toji hand move up on your thigh.
“Well.. we should switch the topic now.” Nanami caught and shots us a glare, meanwhile Tojo whispers: ”You should be able to remember this morning right? Or do I need to show it to you again tonight.” His hand moves under the hem of your skirt. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying your best to not let any unwanted sound escape your lips. The only person that could see what’s happening under the table right now was Gojo, but it looks like he didn’t notice it.
You feel Toji’s long fingers brush over your panties, giving you some slow stokes before he decides to settling his fingers right over your clit, drawing random shapes and giving it some light pinches.
“Your fucking son sits across from us.” You hiss at him and grab his hand, trying to stop him.
“Then better be quiet.” He smirks and pinches your clit hard, truly unaffected by your hand… to be honest, you don’t really try to remove his hand… and he knows you’re enjoying this.
The muscles on your inner thighs tense and you bite your cheek even harder.
You’re close and he knows it, it’s not hard to know, judging by how wet your panties are.
You look around trying to see any glimpse of suspiciousness form one of the others on the table, but everyone is having a full hearted conversation, hell even Toji is joking around with Megumi right now. How is he able to act this way, while your sitting here struggling to make a some sort of decent conversation with Nobara.
“Ok girly look. I - I tell you, this one dress would be perfect for you.” You say and force a smile.
“But I already know that it will be sold out, when I’m able to go to the store.” She whines.
“Then… How about we go tomorrow after practice? I’m sure Gojo doesn’t have a problem with that, right, G- GOJO.” His name left your lips waaay too loud. But what were you supposed to do, when Toji suddenly puts three of his fingers inside of you, curling them at just the right spot.
“Again… wrong name babygirl.” Toji whispers.
“I can hear you, you don’t have to scream.” Gojo says annoyed.
warnings: some bad pranks (please, don’t do pranks on people you don’t know/aren’t close enough to do them), sukuna (stabbing, just simply chaotic evil/villain behavior)
author’s note: for some reason, i really like april fools’ day so haha here it is sum prank hcs for my fav clowns
gojo satoru
Oh my GOD, I feel sorry for whoever is his target on this day. He makes sure that his schedule in april 1st is clean, so he can prepare himself to do pranks. They go from leaving little notes on people’s pockets (like he did with Nanami) to throwing eggs at Megumi and calling him “Fushiguro M-egg-umi”. Most of his pranks are harmless, just things to make him giggle or laugh, but I also can see him bringing the first years to another building with a lot of curses and scream “HAHA APRIL FOOLS’!” while running away.
Right, Gojo Satoru doesn’t believe in love. But you make him happy, so unbearably happy that it scares him how afraid he is to wake up one day and find you gone.
Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of gore/violence & guns, ‘NSFW’, ‘smut’, dark themes (slight mentions of past abuse, suicide & cheating), extreme possessive/obsessive behaviour
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The first time you meet him, he tries to buy the last strawberry sliced cake that you were both eyeing for triple its price.
“Hey, I saw that first.” A youthful voice, clear and bright.
The wooden tongs, hovering carefully over the cake freezes. It nearly slips out of your fingers when a hard body jostles against your elbow and you blink in surprise at the force before righting yourself in mild annoyance.
Silently, you turned to face the culprit. A dark blue baseball cap and a pair of dark tinted sunglasses perched on the elegant bridge of his nose that shields his gaze. He’s absurdly tall, enough so that you had to crane your neck up in order to look properly at his face. You swear you catch a hint of silver that gleams teasingly underneath the shadows of his cap.
You blink again and he clicks his tongue. “Are you going to take it?”
“Would you take it if I didn’t?” You said slowly, pondering your next words. Curious eyes flicker over his outfit, he’s dorned in black from head to toe, a silver of his collarbones peeking out from the top.
“Hi, baby. How was work?” you hummed, mindlessly pressing a kiss on his cheek. His lips turning into a pout due to your lack of attention on him. As soon as he got home, you would usually bombard him with hugs and kisses until one of you would take it even further.
“It was good,” he took off his shirt, a common occurrence as he had repeatedly expressed that he felt more comfortable being shirtless. You being flustered by it was just a bonus. Gojo lived for your cute little face, the way you avoided his gaze made his blood rush south. Your soft eyes avoiding his well-sculpted body, the way you twiddled with your thumbs and stuttered as you tried to continue the conversation. You were a precious little thing.
He groaned lightly as he palmed his hardening cock through his sweats.
“What about you pretty girl? Do anything interesting?” he queried in a teasing manner. Light feather touches on your skin. His fingertips gliding at the surface, teasing you, pushing you closer to the edge. Waiting for you to burst.
“I-I didn’t do much. I was jus’ waitin’ for you,” you mumbled, avoiding his piercing gaze, wanting to cocoon into yourself as his smirk easily widened. You were aware of what he was doing, after all, this was a routine. Gojo would tease you, make you cry, then fuck you until you were nothing but a blubbering mess. Wanting to have your tears streaming down the chub of your cheeks as he pounds into your cute little cunt.
Right, Gojo Satoru doesn’t believe in love. But you make him happy, so unbearably happy that it scares him how afraid he is to wake up one day and find you gone.
Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of gore/violence & guns, ‘NSFW’, ‘smut’, dark themes (slight mentions of past abuse, suicide & cheating), extreme possessive/obsessive behaviour
—–
The first time you meet him, he tries to buy the last strawberry sliced cake that you were both eyeing for triple its price.
“Hey, I saw that first.” A youthful voice, clear and bright.
The wooden tongs, hovering carefully over the cake freezes. It nearly slips out of your fingers when a hard body jostles against your elbow and you blink in surprise at the force before righting yourself in mild annoyance.
Silently, you turned to face the culprit. A dark blue baseball cap and a pair of dark tinted sunglasses perched on the elegant bridge of his nose that shields his gaze. He’s absurdly tall, enough so that you had to crane your neck up in order to look properly at his face. You swear you catch a hint of silver that gleams teasingly underneath the shadows of his cap.
You blink again and he clicks his tongue. “Are you going to take it?”
“Would you take it if I didn’t?” You said slowly, pondering your next words. Curious eyes flicker over his outfit, he’s dorned in black from head to toe, leaving only a silver of his collarbones peeking out the collar.
Request: Some kink headcanons for Megumi and Gojo (seperately ofc)? Thanks a lot ♥️
- im only doing gojo at the moment, might consider the rest maybe at a later date sorry ab that! anyway, this bitch is 6 FOOT THREE (190????) you are lying if you think he doesn’t have a size kink and i think he’d have just a touch of sadism + corruption in him too
Met you when he found that you were the owner of his favourite pastry shop
Definitely thinks of you as his helpless little girl, a mere human, utterly defenseless in this cruel world of curses. But if anything or anyone even tries to hurt you, it’s going to be nothing but blood.
Gojo Satoru would tear the world apart with his own bare hands if it meant keeping you safe, keeping you his.
Gojo is many of your firsts, your first lover, your first customer every morning. When you’d admitted to him so bashfully that you’d hadn’t even had anyone else touch you before?
Needless to say, it drove him absolutely feral.
The mere thought of being the first person so touch you so intimately has him fantasizing about it for months.
He’s just so big that he had to work to fit his fingers in you the first time.
Showers you with a mixture of soft praises yet he finds that your cute cunt clenches around his fingers when he calls you his little slut.
Fucking loves it when you whine and complain about him being too big, can’t take anymore, too much, please!
Gojo absolutely loses it when you call him sir, pair it with your big eyes and the way your bottom lip juts out just the slightest bit as you rock your hips against hardening erection.
He has such perfect self control though, results in making you beg every single time. Gojo literally won’t stop until your eyes turn glossy with tears and your panties are soaked to the point of ruin just by grinding on his thigh.
Forces you to beg for his cock, his hands, his touch, the filth he has you pleading for when your all desperate would make a sailor blush
The first time he had called you an angel, you had laughed until your cheeks burned and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.
The next time was when you had been on your knees, mouth stuffed full of his cock, cheeks flushed and covered in tears as he sprayed his seed deep down your throat. Pulling back your hair harshly, he had cooed at you to not let a single drop of his cum fall out.
The side of his mouth had twitched upwards as he admired your fucked out face, your tongue lolling out as you opened your mouth to show him you had swallowed it all.
“My little angel.” he had murmured.
You had never felt more proud of yourself as you looked up, your cheeks hurting from the smile that you flashed him as he pet your head.
Others had told you he was a murderer, a monster, a masochist, the devil incarnate.
But god, he looked no less than a seraphim when he fucked.
Especially on days he sank to his knees, rough hands grabbing the tender flesh of your thighs as he spread apart your legs, ready to devour what was his.
There was only one he’d ever bow down for; his little angel.
Gojo pinning after childhood friend. She thinks he's kidding because of his flir/y personality. Finally he snapped after Geto and randos try flirting with her and he goes to the next step to show her how serious he is😏
Answer:
Anonymous asked: Gojo bringing home his childhood friend from the bar. She’s tipsy and accidentally tells him she’s liked him since they were young. Oh, and he has a breeding kink😏
Stairwell
2/2 DRABBLES! ooff killing two birds with one stone because this two asks kinda are the same?? also gojo pin me down pls (18+ thread lightly, sexual content ahead, public sex, gojo thinking with his dick, drunk reader, gojo has breeding kink)
“we can just wait.”
“i don’t want to wait, gojo, your lift is ass,” she hiccupped, grabbing the collar of his shirt as she leaded him to the stairs. she was a touchy drunk and gojo satoru likes to think with his dick. when she called him to pick her up at the club, he thought of joining. but seeing how wasted she’d gotten herself into, he just told her friends that he’s taking her home.
request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz
pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter
chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?
warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking
(probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation,
thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited
fic :D
notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3
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