gojosleftfoot

[gojosleftfoot]

bleach men and their dick size

part 1

pairings: kenpachi zaraki x reader, byakuya kuchiki x reader, renji abarai x reader, shinji hirako x reader

MDNI

warnings: nsfw (18+), size kink (mentions of above-average anatomy), dirty talk/excessive verbal stimulation, humor during sex, mentions of overstimulation, light dom/sub dynamic, slight sensory overload (due to shinji’s nonstop talking), teasing/light dominance, fast-paced sex, gentle aftercare undertone, praise kink (implied), physical exertion (reader breathless/fatigued), power dynamics/dominance, controlled and intense rhythm, overstimulation, begging kink, breath control (implied from reader’s reaction), slight bondage/implied restraint (from positioning), size difference, rough sex, pain play, dubious consent/cnc (consensual non-consent) vibes

KENPACHI ZARAKI - (10.43 inches)

you knew kenpachi was big — but this was ridiculous.

“last chance,” he muttered, cock heavy in his fist, teasing your dripping entrance. “i will break you.”

you spread your legs wider, trembling. “do it.”

his grin was sharp, wolfish. “don’t cry to me when you can’t walk.”

he pushed in slow — or tried to. the head alone made you gasp, body stretching painfully around him. your nails clawed at his arms, but you didn’t say stop.

”shit,” he growled. “you���re fuckin’ tight.”

“keep going,” you panted.

he obeyed — brutal, slow, forcing his cock deeper inch by inch. the stretch burned, your body struggling to take him. you felt everything: every vein, every twitch.

”halfway,” he grunted. “halfway, babe.”

you whimpered, overwhelmed. “i can’t—“

“yes, you can,” he snapped, suddenly slamming forward? bottoming out. you screamed, pleasure and pain blending into white-hot heat.

”fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, pressing you down as he started thrusting. rough, deep, relentless.

you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. just kenpachi, ruining you from the inside out.

“you feel this?” he growled, grinding deep. “you took it. knew you would.”

your orgasm hit hard, body locking up as you came around him. he followed fast, snarling in your ear as he came deep inside.

panting, he looked down at your dazed face, wiping sweat from your brow.

”you alive?” he asked, almost amused.

”…yeah,” you croaked.

he chuckled, dragging his tongue over his teeth. “next time, you’re getting on top.”

BYAKUYA KUCHIKI - (8.12 inches)

byakuya wasn’t loud when he fucked. no growling, no cursing — just low, breathy exhales and the occasional broken whisper of your name, which somehow drove you insane.

your legs were spread wide, heels pressing into the silk sheets, while he pounded into you with measured, relentless rhythm. every stroke was fast, deep, and maddeningly controlled — like even in bed, he refused to be sloppy.

you were already soaked, eyes fluttering, hands tangled in the sheets.

“byakuya— f-faster—“

his gaze dropped to where your bodies met. “you’re already trembling,” he said softly, hips still snapping forward. “you’ll fall apart if i go harder.”

“then let me,” you begged.

he paused, just for a second. then:

“turn.”

before you could process it, his hands had slipped under your thighs and lifted — folding your legs over his shoulders with practiced ease. you gasped, completely open beneath him now, body bent perfectly to take him deeper.

“you’ll feel everything this way,” he murmured — and thrust.

your moan broke, loud and desperate. he hit a spot that had you clawing at his back instantly.

”yes— right there—“

he didn’t let up. his pace was fast, perfectly timed driving into you like his only mission was to wreck you quietly. his face stayed close — watching you, drinking in your every reaction. the strain in his jaw betrayed just how hard he was holding himself back.

“you’re perfect like this,” he murmured. “tight… warm…”

your walls fluttered, overstimulated. “byakuya— i’m close—“

“i know,” he whispered, leaning in as his hips rutted hard against you. “finish for me.”

the orgasm hit like a pulse, stealing the air from your lungs. your legs trembled on his shoulders, body writhing beneath him. he groaned softly, finally letting go, spilling deep inside you with a stutter in his rhythm.

for a moment, it was quiet — just his breath, and yours, tangled together.

he didn’t pull out right away. just leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“you took me well,” he murmured against your skin. “better than expected.”

”…you say that like i don’t want a round two,” you whispered, dazed.

he glanced down at you, still buried deep, and gave the faintest smirk.

”then recover quickly.”

RENJI ABARAI - (6.86 inches)

you lay there breathless, flushed, and fully aware of the smug look on renji’s face hovering just above yours.

“don’t give me that smirk,” you muttered, trying to catch your breath as your fingers clutched at the sheets.

renji’s grin only deepened, like he wanted to be insufferable. his hair clung to his skin in damp strands, hanging wild around his face — like some kind of beautiful, cocky menace.

“what smirk?” he teased, leaning in until your noses almost touched. “this is just my winning face.”

you rolled your eyes, but your body betrayed you. your cheat rose and fell in uneven waves, toes curling under the sheets, every inch of you trying to keep up with the pace he set.

he moved fast — he always had. it was part of who he was. but even now, even when he pushed you hard and fast, he never once made you feel like he wasn’t paying attention. every touch was deliberate. every move was laced with something gentler beneath the heat.

his hands skimmed down your sides, fingers rough from battle but careful now, like he knew your body better than his own sword.

“you’re gonna admit how good i make you feel,” he murmured, voice low and rough against your ear, “or you gonna keep biting that lip and pretend like i don’t have you right where you like it?”

“cocky,” you whispered, laughing through the flush in your cheeks.

“and you love it,” he shot back, lips brushing over yours, then down your jaw, lower still. “all this attitude? just for you, babe.”

you clung to his shoulders, letting yourself get lost in the rhythm of it — fast, overwhelming, but never careless. he pushed hard, but he pulled you close between every motion. he kissed your neck like he needed to remind you: i’ve got you. i’m not letting go.

and even with all the teasing, all the playful ego, you knew. you felt it in the way he touched you, the way he looked at you when you thought he wasn’t — like you were everything.

and yeah, you melted for him. every time.

SHINJI HIRAKO - (9.19 inches)

you had no idea how he still had breath left.

your head tipped back against the pillow, a moan catching in your throat — but shinji just kept going. not just the pace (steady, maddeningly perfect), but the talking. gods, the talking.

“—y’know, i was thinkin’ about this all damn day,” he rambled, voice slightly ragged, but still smooth with that smug little lilt. “you were wearin’ those shorts— the ones that make me lose my damn mind, yeah, those— anyway, i was sittin’ there tryna read a damn report and all i could see was your thighs—“

“shinji,” you gasped, gripping the sheets.

“what? i’m sharing,” he said, completely unfazed, still moving in that exact right rhythm — deep, deliberate, and filling you to the brim like it was nothing. “communication’s important in a relationship, babe.”

your entire body felt like it was on fire, but his mouth just kept going.

“you’re squeezin’ me real tight now, ya know that? feels real nice. real nice. bet you’re close, huh? or did you already— wait, did you?” he looked down, eyes wide, lips parted like he couldn’t believe he missed it. “damn, you gotta tell me when you do that! we’re supposed to be enjoyin’ this together!”

you couldn’t even respond — your brain had short-circuited around the third sentence and your body was already shaking apart.

he didn’t stop.

“hey, what if we tried a new position after this? ooh, or maybe the one we did last week on the couch, remember that one? man, i still think about how your legs— wait. did i just cum?”

you blinked up at him, still breathless, and somehow he looked both proud and confused.

he slowed just slightly, frowning. “huh. guess i got a little carried away talkin’ again. sorry ‘bout that. should i keep goin’? or— hey, are you crying or laughing?”

you dragged him down by the back of the neck, pressing your forehead against his, and just wheezed.

“shinji,” you whispered. “shut up.”

he grinned. “that a yes?”

a/n: sry guys for not posting for so long!!

[gojosleftfoot]

MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS

pairings: aizen sōsuke x reader

MDNI

warnings: nsfw (18+), power imbalance, praise kink, slight choking (very light), dom!aizen behaviour, reader worship, possessive themes, reader is loyal to aizen post-betrayal

MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS

the grand hall of las noches was silent, the arrancar gathered in restless, impatient clusters.

their lord, aizen sōsuke, was late.

unthinkable. unheard of.

ulquiorra stood silently near the front, arms crossed, face blank. grimmjow scowled openly, tapping his foot.

“tch,” grimmjow muttered, sharp teeth flashing. “what’s takin’ this bastard so long?”

ulquiorra didn’t answer.

but deep within the white fortress, the truth was obvious — to those who could hear it.

behind one of the many tall doors lining the hallways, the sound of flesh against flesh echoed faintly.

soft, gasping cries.

the rhythmic slap of bodies moving together.

in his private chambers, aizen had far more pressing matters at hand.

you.

his precious lover — the one who had followed him without question, even when all others turned their backs.

you cried out softly as he thrust into you, slow and deliberate, every movement calculated to drive you insane.

“still so impatient,” aizen murmured against your ear, voice smooth with amusement. “just like the rest of them.”

he thrust deep again, precise and punishing, grinding against the most sensitive spot inside you.

“but you,” he whispered, brushing his lips down your neck, “you understand.”

you nodded desperately, clinging to him, whimpering from the overwhelming pleasure.

aizen chuckled low, savoring it.

outside in the hallway, just a few doors down, grimmjow’s sharp ears twitched — and realization dawned.

“…no fuckin’ way,” he muttered, eyes wide.

starrk gave a lazy glance toward the sound, yawning exaggeratedly. ulquiorra said nothing, but a subtle flicker of disdain crossed his face.

none of them dared to move closer. none of them dared interrupt.

they all knew better than to disturb their king when he had… more important matters to attend to.

inside the chamber, aizen’s hand wrapped lightly around your throat — just enough to tilt your chin up, to make you meet his gaze.

“my queen,” he said lowly, reverently. “the only one truly worthy of my time.”

his other hand slid between your bodies, thumb teasing rough, perfect circles over your clit.

“come for me,” her ordered, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. “show me your devotion.”

you shattered on command — trembling and crying his name — and aizen let out a rare groan of satisfaction as your body locked around him.

he followed soon after, burying himself deep, filling you up with slow, grinding thrusts until you felt almost dizzy from it.

later, you lay dazed on the tangled sheets, your body humming with oversensitivity.

aizen simply smiled.

buttoned his uniform leisurely, as if nothing had happened. as if he hadn’t just ruined you.

he reached out a hand to you, palm up.

“come,” he said warmly. “they’re waiting.”

you blinked at him, dumbfounded. “you… want me to go with you…?”

he chuckled low in his throat — a smooth, rich sound that made your thighs clench even after everything. “of course. i want them all to see who truly holds my attention.”

you flushed, but took his hand anyway.

minutes later, the heavy doors of the grand hall swung open.

and there aizen stood — perfectly composed, not a hair out of place.

with you at his side, walking slightly behind him, still flushed and dazed but wearing a carefully neutral expression.

a thick silence fell over the room.

ulquiorra’s gaze flickered for a fraction of a second — almost imperceptible.

grimmjow’s jaw clenched audibly, his eyes darting between you and aizen with a snarl barely suppressed.

starrk barely lifted his head, muttering under his breath, “bout damn time…”

but no one dared say a word.

not when aizen simply smiled, utterly calm, as if nothing had happened.

“as you were,” he said smoothly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

and the meeting began.

as if nothing was wrong at all.

a/n: my glorious king and the goat aizen finally got a story!

[gojosleftfoot]

WRONG WAY

pairings: satoru gojo x reader (mei mei x reader)

warnings: sfw (15+), dark themes, power imbalance, grooming implications, inappropriate touching, forced kissing, manipulation, possessive behaviour, psychological horror (light), yandere tendencies, obsessive behaviour disguised as protection, minor reader, pedophilia

WRONG WAY

the halls of jujutsu high were mostly empty by late afternoon, bathed in golden, fading light. you clutched your books closer to your chest as you walked, heart beating a little too fast.

something about mei mei’s smile had unsettled you all day.

“you’re growing up so beautifully,” she had murmured earlier, fingers brushing a little too lightly against your cheek.

her hand had lingered when she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear — and when she praised your technique in training, it felt less like a teacher’s pride and more… personal.

and ui ui — her silent shadow — had stared at you with a cold, unreadable gaze, never looking away even once.

you felt dirty under their eyes. exposed.

you had tried to brush it off.

tried to tell yourself you were imagining things.

but when you passed the gardens and mei mei called out to you again, her voice sweet as poison, you froze.

“there you are,” she said, stepping closer, her smile razor-sharp. “why don’t you stay and train a little more with me?”

her fingers brushed your wrist — too soft, too lingering.

you flinched without meaning to.

and that’s when you heard it.

“oi.”

the lazy, drawling voice you knew so well.

you turned — and satoru gojo was there, hands in his pockets, that usual shit-eating grin on his face.

but his eyes behind his blindfold were sharp. too sharp.

“hands off my student, mei mei,” he said lightly, but the warning underneath was clear.

mei mei only chuckled, tilting her head like she was amused, before releasing you. ui ui watched silently, his blank gaze following you as gojo tugged you away by the wrist.

he didn’t let go even once he got you alone.

down a quiet hallway, where no one could see.

“careful, sweetheart,” gojo said, voice light but a little too tight. “some people might not have the best intentions.”

you nodded shakily, still clutching your books, still feeling that awful heat crawling under your skin.

he crouched slightly to meet your gaze.

“you scared?” he teased, but his smile was too wide — like he already knew the answer.

you shook your head automatically.

big mistake.

because suddenly he was even closer — close enough you could feel his breath against your face.

“you shouldn’t lie to me,” he murmured, almost affectionate.

his hand came up — slow, deliberate — brushing your cheek.

you froze.

it was the same touch as mei mei’s earlier. but somehow worse.

because gojo’s hand was bigger, warmer, rougher — and he cupped your jaw gently, tilting your head up.

“so pretty,” he whispered, almost to himself.

you tried to step away, but he held you easily, thumb stroking lazily over your skin.

“you don’t have to worry anymore,” he said softly. “i’ll take care of you.”

and before you could react — before you could even process the shift in the air — he leaned down and kissed you.

soft. lingering. wrong.

it wasn’t hungry or aggressive — not yet — but it was wrong in a way that made your stomach twist.

his lips moved against yours like you belonged to him already.

when he finally pulled back, you could see the smile he wore — the kind one he always gave you before — but now it looked stretched too wide, like a mask barely holding back something worse.

“i’ll protect you from people like that,” he said, thumb brushing your lower lip with possessive slowness. “people who don’t know how to appreciate you the right way.”

he tapped your chun gently, as if to seal the promise, before finally — finally — letting you go.

“you trust me, right?” he asked, voice still sickly sweet.

you nodded helpless. because what else could you do? he laughed lightly, ruffling your hair. “good.”

and then he walked away, whistling under his breath, like nothing strange had happened at all.

leaving you trembling and confused in the empty hallway, wondering if you had just traded one nightmare for another.

a/n: this idea came up so randomly lol

[gojosleftfoot]

SLEEPYHEAD

pairings: toji fushiguro x reader

MDNI

warnings: nsfw (18+), masturbation, somnophilia vibes (but not touching the sleeping partner), silent desperation, size kink hints (because it’s toji), possessive behaviour (gentle)

SLEEPYHEAD

the room was dark, save for the faint glow of the moon sneaking in through the curtains. you lay there, fast asleep, breathing soft and even, curled up under the thin sheets.

and toji — toji sat beside you, shirtless, muscles tensed.

he should’ve left you alone. he knew that. you needed your rest after the day you had — hell, he needed it too.

but fuck.

you looked so pretty like that. so soft. so peaceful. and he was so goddamn hard it hurt.

toji let out a slow, shaky breath, running a hand down his chest. his cock strained painfully against his sweats, throbbing with every heartbeat.

carefully — so carefully — he tugged the waistband down, just enough to free himself. the cool air hit him, and he shuddered, biting the inside of his cheek to stay quiet.

one hand wrapped around the thick, heavy length of him.

slow strokes. slow and steady.

he hissed through his teeth, barely breathing, glancing at you like you might stir at any second.

but you stayed asleep, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm that was driving him insane.

his thumb swiped over the leaking tip, spreading the wetness, making the slide of his hand even slicker. he bit back a low groan, fucking into his own fist in small, desperate movements.

every brush of skin, every squeeze of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure up his spine.

he imagined your sleepy eyes blinking open, confusion melting into heat as you realized what he was doing.

he squeezed harder, hips twitching against his palm.

god, if you woke up and touched him… if you whispered his name in that soft little voice…

toji’s eyes fluttered shut, breath stuttering in his throat.

he was close — too close — but he didn’t dare speed up. didn’t dare make a sound louder than the soft, wet noises of his hand working his cock.

you shifted slightly, murmuring something unintelligible in your sleep.

toji froze, heart slamming against his ribs.

when you settled again without waking, he let out a slow, trembling breath — and then lost it completely.

hot, thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist, dripping onto his stomach and the edge of geh sheets.

he hissed low in his throat, squeezing the last of it out with slow, trembling pumps, eyes locked on your sleeping face.

still asleep. still his.

he wiped himself off with a corner of geh blanket, tucking himself back into his pants with a satisfied grunt.

leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, the ghost of a smirk curling at his lips.

“mine,” he whispered, voice rough and low.

and then he laid back beside you, slipping his arm around your waist like nothing had happened at all.

a/n: i hope no one has done it yet, but i’m thinking about making part 2 :p

[gojosleftfoot]

jujutsu kaisen men and their dick size

part 3

pairings: satoru gojo x reader, suguru geto x reader, ino takuma x reader, sukuna ryomen x reader

MDNI

warnings: nsfw (18+), size kink, degradation (mild to heavy depending on character), power imbalance, rough sex, overstimulation, crying during sex (due to pleasure/stretching), pain/pleasure mix, verbal teasing, body worship (geto and gojo), dirty talking (sukuna)

part 2

SATORU GOJO - (11.41 inches)

gojo grinned down at you, cock in hand, already smearing precum against your entrance. “you’re so tiny,” he said, voice low and teasing. “how’s this gonna fit, huh? gonna split you right open, baby.”

you whimpered helplessly, thighs trembling as he started to push in, the fat head of his cock already forcing you wide open. it hurt — god, it hurt — but he moved slowly, cooing sweet nothings while his monstrous length bullied its way inside.

“look at that,” he panted, barely halfway in, “barely even fit the tip. you’re so fucking small — made for me.”

you sobbed under him, clutching at his arms, the overwhelming stretch making it hard to breathe. but gojo only laughed, breathless and adoring, wiping a tear from your cheek even as he rocked deeper.

“you feel it, don’t you?” he whispered against your ear, hips grinding, cock thick and heavy inside you. “feel how deep i am? how you’re wrapped around me, all tight and tiny like this?”

once he bottomed out — finally, painfully — he lost it. his hips moved greedily, fast and rough, using every brutal inch, forcing you to take it no matter how much you cried out.

tears streamed down your face from the impossible fullness, but gojo kissed them away, groaning at how you squeezed him so perfectly. “fuck, baby,” he growled, “you’re so small— so good— letting me ruin you like this.”

you shattered underneath him, overwhelmed by the brutal stretch and the obscene pleasure, and gojo fucked you right through it, holding you close like you were the most precious thing he’d ever break.

SUGURU GETO - (9.45 inches)

geto’s hips pressed slow, steady into you, the weight of him almost too much to handle — and yet, every time he sank deeper, a breathless whimper slipped past your lips.

“good girl,” he whispered against your temple, his voice rough with praise, his lips warm as he dropped a tender kiss to your forehead. “taking me so well… knew you could.”

you clawed at his shoulders, desperate to say something, to tell him how it felt — how impossibly full you were, stretched around every inch of him — but the second you tried to speak, geto’s fingers tangled in your hair, tugging gently but firm enough to make you gasp.

“shh,” he murmured, tilting your head back so he could kiss your throat, your jaw. “don’t think. just feel.”

it was impossible not to. with every slow thrust, every muttered praise, every kiss he pressed against your skin, you felt yourself unraveling. he was so big it bordered on overwhelming, making you feel so small, so breakable under him — but in the way you craved. he knew exactly what you needed: his hands in your hair, his voice in your ear, his body keeping you pinned down, filled to the brim with him.

“you’re perfect,” suguru said again, voice low and full of heat. “my perfect girl.”

and all you could do was whimper his name, letting him pull you deeper into that dizzy, beautiful haze where only he existed.

INO TAKUMA - (7.80 inches)

takuma’s hands trembled just a little where they held your hips, his brows furrowed in concentration. he moved slow, careful, like he was scared he might hurt you — and the way he kept stealing glances at your face, like he needed constant reassurance, made your heart ache in the best way.

“you’re okay?” he asked, voice soft, almost shy. “i… i can stop if—“

“ino,” you breathed out, cupping his face, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “you’re perfect.”

he groaned quietly, dipping his forehead to yours, pressing a clumsy kiss there before shifting his hips again. the stretch of him was so much — thicker, longer than you’d expected — but all you could feel was the way he trembled against you, even if he fumbled sometimes.

“you—“ you gasped as he bottomed out, fingers digging into his shoulders. “i didn’t think you’d be… this big.”

he stilled immediately, panic flickering across his features. “i-is that bad?”

you shook your head quickly, giggling breathlessly as you tightened your legs around his waist. “no, no— it’s just… you always act so shy, i thought—“ you broke off with a loan as he shifted again, a little awkward, a little too deep, but so earnest that it made your chest squeeze.

takuma flushed a deep red, burying his face in your neck. “god… you’re not supposed to say that,” he muttered, embarrassed.

you laughed again, tugging lightly at his messy hair. “it’s a compliment, dummy.”

he huffed against your skin, finally finding a rhythm — slow, tender, even if he stuttered sometimes. his hands never left your body, brushing soothing paths over your waist, your thighs, wherever he could touch, grounding both of you.

“you’re doing so good,” you whispered against his ear, feeling him shudder at the praise.

he whined low in his throat, a sound so wrecked and needy that you knew — mistakes or not, embarrassment and all — you wouldn’t want anyone else.

SUKUNA RYOMEN - (13.79 inches)

you should’ve known better than to tease him.

sukuna’s four hands gripped your hips, bruising, unforgiving, dragging you down on him with no care for your pitiful, choked cries. he barely gave you time to breathe — one massive cock stretching you unbearably full, the second resting heavy against your stomach, a terrifying promise of more.

“pathetic,” he snarled, four crimson eyes glaring down at you as you squirmed, trying and failing to accommodate him. “you beg for me, then whimper like a little brat the second it hurts.”

you tried to gasp something — please, wait, too much — but sukuna wasn’t in the mood for words. two of his hands pinned you down, the third gripping your jaw hard enough to hurt, and with the fourth, he shoved two thick fingers between your lips, forcing your mouth open.

“shut up,” he ordered, pushing his fingers deeper until you gagged, drool spilling down your chin. “take it. take all of it.”

your thighs shook with the effort of holding yourself up, but sukuna didn’t give you the chance to adjust — he pulled you down harder, forcing every last inch inside, ignoring the strangled, broken noises you made against his fingers. it burned, overwhelming, made your vision blur, but the raw, brutal pleasure slammed into you even harder.

“look at you,” he growled, lips curling into a wicked grin. “fucking crying on my cock like a good little whore.”

it was too much — the stretch, the fullness, the humiliation — and you could only sob around his fingers, body spasming helplessly, as he started to move, pounding up into you like he had no mercy left to give.

but somewhere between the bruises and the tears, sukuna slowed. just enough. enough for you to feel one of his hands slide up to your hair, rough fingers brushing it back with surprising gentleness.

you barely had the strength to look up at him — but when you did, sukuna leaned down, fangs grazing your cheek, and pressed a slow, almost tender kiss to your forehead.

“mine,” he muttered, voice rougher now, almost soft. “fucking mine.”

and even as he pulled you back down for more, you could feel it: in the way his hand stayed tangled in your hair, stroking, holding, claiming — like no matter how rough he got, he’d never let you fall.

a/n: i’m pretty sure this part will be the most popular one (for obvious reasons)

[gojosleftfoot]

jujutsu kaisen men and their dick size

part 2

pairings: hiromi higuruma x reader, mahito x reader, masamichi yaga x reader, naoya zenin x reader

MDNI

warnings: nsfw (18+), cold sex (not any sign of emotion), degradation kink, heavy dirty talk (naoya), power imbalance, rough sex, verbal humiliation (naoya), non-consensual tone (consensual non-consent theme), use of slurs/derogatory language toward women (naoya), potential emotional distress triggers

part 1

HIROMI HIGURUMA - (10.27 inches)

hiromi was cold when he fucked you — no kisses, no moans, no words. just the steady, brutal stretch of his cock inside you, bigger than you could ever really get used to, forcing gasps from your lips with every deep thrust.

his face stayed blank, his eyes distant, like he wasn’t even here with you. it stung — worse than the overwhelming size of him — the way he held himself so far away even as he buried himself so deep inside.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him, trying to pull him closer. “hiromi,” you whispered, voice shaking, hoping, needing something more.

but he didn’t change. his rhythm stayed cruelly steady, his body pressed against yours but still somehow feeling miles away.

you whimpered under him, your body giving in even if your heart ached, taking every thick inch of him, feeling yourself fall apart without him even blinking.

only when he finally came — his hips jerking once, hard — did he falter. his breathing stuttered, his brows knit for just a second.

and then, when he looked down at you, you caught it — the smallest, softest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. gone almost as fast as it appeared.

but it was real, and somehow, it was enough.

MAHITO - (6.89 inches)

mahito loved to play — especially when he was inside you. he never just fucked you. he teased, bit, grabbed — like you were a toy built just for him to break.

his hips snapped into you hard enough to bruise, one hand squeezing your throat lazily, grinning wide when you gasped beneath him. “you make the cutest sounds when you hurt,” he purred, pressing deep enough that you swore you could feel him everywhere.

his cock stretched you perfectly, filling you with slow, punishing thrusts, while his other hand roamed freely — pinching, slapping, leaving marks he admired like art.

you whimpered, the sting of it making your eyes blur, and mahito just laughed — bright, delighted, like you were a game he could never get tired of playing.

every shudder, every bruise blooming under his fingertips, made him fuck you harder, rougher, like he was trying to mold you to fit him better.

“mine,” he sang, almost childlike, thrusting so deep you cried out.

and when you finally broke under him, trembling and gasping his name, mahito just smiled down at you — sharp and sweet and completely wicked.

exactly how he liked it.

MASAMICHI YAGA - (9.78 inches)

yaga was so much bigger than you — broader, heavier, stronger. it made you dizzy the way he held you down so easily, his thick arms caging you against the bed as he pushed inside, slow and deep.

you whimpered, your hands sliding over his biceps, feeling them flex around you. “god, you’re so strong,” you gasped, shamelessly, nails digging into his skin. “and your cock… fuck— how big are you?”

he let out a low chuckle, almost embarrassed but far too gone to stop moving inside you. “nine point seven eight,” he muttered, voice rough, hips grinding deeper to prove it.

you moaned, clenching around him as he fucked you harder, using the full weight of his body now, the full strength you begged for.

it wasn’t just sex — it was being handled, owned, loved in a way only he could.

“you’re taking me so good,” he rumbled against your ear, pace brutal but steady, his arms trembling slightly from how hard he was holding himself back.

you wanted all of it. every inch, every bruise, every breathless second.

and yaga — strong, steady, and impossibly deep inside you — gave it to you without hesitation.

NAOYA ZENIN - (7.90 inches)

naoya had you bent over without a second thought, one hand fisting your hair, the other slapping your ass hard enough to make you yelp. “pathetic,” he sneered, shoving his cock back inside you with a brutal thrust. “all women are useless… just fuckin’ good for this.”

you whimpered under him, your body trembling, but he only laughed — cruel and sharp — yanking your head back to force you to look at him.

“look at you,” he spat, slamming into you harder, his pace merciless. “taking my cock like the stupid little slut you are. bet you couldn’t fight back even if you tried.”

you moaned helplessly, nails scraping uselessly at the sheets, and naoya grinned like he’d already won.

“i’m stronger, smarter, better,” he hissed, fucking you even deeper, bruising your hips with the force of it. “you’re just a hole for me to use, aren’t you?”

you sobbed out something that sounded like his name, but he just laughed again, dragging his nails down your back cruelly.

“yeah, cry about it. you’re nothing without me.”

and when you finally fell apart, broken and desperate around him, naoya only pressed you down harder, making sure you never forgot exactly where you belonged.

a/n: part 3 will be out as soon as possible, i’ll try my best y’all

[gojosleftfoot]

jujutsu kaisen men and their dick size

part 1

pairings: kento nanami x reader, choso kamo x reader, toji fushiguro x reader, atsuya kusakabe x reader

MDNI

warnings: nsfw (18+), soft sex, size kink (mild), praise, gentle dominance, lots of emotional intimacy, slightly emotional tone, rough sex, soft dom vibes, slight angst (choso worrying about hurting you), comfort, messy sex, breeding kink, light degradation (toji being cocky/dirty talking), manhandling, possessive behaviour, balanced sex (not too rough or soft), reader asks for rougher pace, controlled pace, light overstimulation

KENTO NANAMI - (10.16 inches)

nanami’s hands trembled slightly as he brushed your hair away from your face, his hazel eyes dark with a mix of love and worry. even now, when you were laid out beneath him, your body warm and inviting, he hesitated.

“am i… too much for you?” he asked, voice low and rough, a rare crack of vulnerability slipping through his normally steady tone. his hips hovered just shy of yours, his length heavy against your thigh — all ten and a fraction inches of him. he knew his size was… intimidating. and the last thing he ever wanted was to hurt you.

you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, feeling tightness in his jaw, the barely-restrained tension in his body. “kento,” you whispered, smiling up at him. “i’m yours. i can take it. i want to.”

a breath shuddered out of him, and the tension in his shoulders eased. he leaned down, kissing you tenderly, his lips moving over yours with a devotion that made your heart ache. when he finally pushed into you, it was slow, careful, his forehead pressing against yours as he whispered soothing words in your ear — sweet praises, murmured promises.

you gasped, your hands gripping his strong back, the stretch overwhelming but delicious. he was big, yes — so big — but he filled you perfectly, like you were made for each other.

“you’re doing so well for me,” he praised, voice thick with emotion. “so beautiful. so good.”

and when he began to move, every roll of his hips was slow, deliberate, worshipful — as if he wasn’t just making love to you, but cherishing you, memorizing the way your body welcomed him so perfectly, so bravely.

in his arms, you were never just another thing to endure.

you were everything.

CHOSO KAMO - (7.34 inches)

choso kissed along your neck, a quiet rumble of affection in his chest as he pressed you deeper into the mattress. his hands, big and warm, fand down your sides like he was trying to memorize you — but even in his tenderness, his touch was clumsy, a little too eager.

when he pushed into you, slow but heavy, you gasped, feeling the sweet stretch. he wasn’t overwhelming in size, but the way he moved — strong, instinctive — made you feel every inch of him. and sometimes, like now, he lost control without meaning to.

his hips snapped a little harder than he intended, pulling a soft cry from you. instantly, choso froze, guilt flashing across his usually blank features.

“shit— sorry,” he breathed, cupping your face with shaking hands. “are you okay? i didn’t mean to—“

you smiled up at him, stroking your fingers through his messy dark hair. “i’m fine, choso. i promise. i like it.”

he still looked torn, his body tense as he hovered over you, trying to hold himself back. even now, buried so deep inside you, he hesitated, terrified of hurting you even by accident.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “it’s okay,” you whispered. “you’re okay. just… stay with me.”

the relief in his eyes made your heart twist. he kissed you fiercely then — messy, a little desperate — and when he started moving again, he tried so hard to be careful. he didn’t always succeed — another sharp thrust would slip through, making you whimper — but each time he whispered a shaky “sorry,” each time you kissed him back harder, letting him know he never needed to be so afraid with you.

because with choso, even his mistakes were made out of love.

TOJI FUSHIGURO - (9.03 inches)

toji had you folded under him, your legs pushed high as he drove into you with heavy, punishing thrusts. his cock stretched you open, thick snd overwhelming, every snap of his hips forcing broken little moans from your throat. he liked hearing you like this — squirming, whining, sobbing his name like it was the only thing you knew.

“fuck, listen to you,” he growled, a wicked smirk curling at his lips. “can’t even take it properly, huh? ‘s too big for you, but you still beg for more.”

your nails dug into his arms, but you didn’t tell him to stop — you didn’t want him to. the roughness, the weight of him, the way he used his strength so carelessly — it made your head spin, your body ache in the best ways. every thrust forced more slickness from you, loud and messy between your bodies.

toji’s hands gripped your hips tighter, almost bruising, dragging you back onto his cock like he couldn’t get deep enough. his pace only got rougher when you whimpered his name again, voice high and broken.

“yeah? that’s it, baby. take it,” he grunted, low and ragged. “gonna fill you up. gonna make sure it sticks.”

the filth in his voice made you clench around him, and he hissed, fucking into you even harder. toji wasn’t the type to ask permission — he chased his need to the end, and right now, that meant stuffing you so full of him you wouldn’t be able to think about anything else.

when you finally broke, crying out under him, your body spasming around his cock, toji groaned, a rough, desperate sound, and slammed deep one last time — spilling inside you, just like he wanted.

he stayed there, breathing hard against your neck, feeling you flutter and milk him for every last drop.

“that’s it,” he murmured, half-possessive, half-proud. “gonna keep you full of me.”

ATSUYA KUSAKABE - (7.88 inches)

kusakabe moved over you with steady, relentless rhythm, his hips snapping into yours with practiced precision. he wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t soft either. every thrust was measured, calculated to make you feel everything without overwhelming you.

he grunted low in his throat, sweat slicking his forehead, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place as he worked you open. his cock filled you just right — not too big, not too small — but it was the way he moved, the way he used you, that made your head spin.

you moaned, clinging to him, nails scratching lightly at his back. “atsuya… please,” you whimpered, voice breaking a little. “go all out… i can take it.”

“you sure about that?” he muttered, voice roughened with need. “you’re already trembling.”

still, he wasn’t the type to deny you. kusakabe shifted, adjusting his grip, and when he started moving again, the pace was different — harder, deeper, his thrusts punching little gasps from your lungs. the bed creaked under the force of it, and your hands scrambled to hold onto him as he properly let go, chasing his own pleasure without holding back.

“that’s it,” he growled against your ear, breath hot. “take it. you wanted it, didn’t you?”

you nodded frantically, tears pricking your eyes from the force of it — but god, you loved it.

loved the way kusakabe’s usual restraint cracked when you asked for more. loved how perfectly, he filled you and pushed you right to the edge without losing control.

he wasn’t rough by nature — but when he finally let himself be, it was everything you ever wanted.

a/n: not my idea! credits to the og, ty for reading and have a nice day or night <3