#gojo nsft

[yxami]

Immediate nsfw under cut

description: dom gojo satoru x gn sub reader, breeding, nsfw, overstimulation, breeding, edging, small mention of cock bulging, yeah 😓

Your hot breath fans over the blanket that you bite on, clenching your fangs against it as you whimper, trying to ignore the strong sensation that boils in your stomach. You pant out a complaint to your boyfriend, trying to get him to slow down.

“Wha’? You want me to slow down?” Gojo curls his finger upwards inside of you, managing to slip another finger while he did. “Cmon baby, you can handle it for a bit more” He coos, resting his hand on the small of your back, making you arch from his cold palm.

“Mm can’t, please satoru” Another whine escapes your throat, teary eyed as you looked over your shoulder to see him with a shit eating grin, sneaking his other fingers under your chin to have you look directly in his blue beguiling eyes as he continued to pump his fingers inside of you.

“I know you can handle it for a few more minutes, you’ve already lasted so long, don’t you wanna cum again?” He kissed your neck, convincing you to tilt your head to the right so he had more access. “Just hold on a little more, at least for me?” He huskily spoke against your skin, nipping at the sensitive area on your neck, causing you to tighten around his digits.

No response leaves your throat, just a whimpering complaint as you feel his soft lips continue to feverishly press against you. You knew he wasn’t going to let you have the pleasure of him inside of you until you were at the brink of cumming again.

He always did this when he was incredibly jealous, edging you and making you wait without an end just because you spoke to another man for too long. It was either this, or the rough fucking he would do until you couldn’t do anything but babble his name out loud for another noise complaint to be slammed on your wooden door.

But today, he might just do both.

“You’re so cute..” He’d murmur, brushing the hair out of your face that stuck to your wet cheeks, made by the tears spilling from your glassy eyes. “I guess I should stop being so mean huh?” He giggles, teasing you further with another unexpected push of his fingers.

He gives one last kiss to your neck after scattering hickeys all over on your delicate skin, going right behind you as he moves his left hand to run down your back as he feels the curve in your arch, making you squirm more.

He slowly slipped out his fingers, prolonging the sensation and loss of them, having you clench around nothing before he lined the head of his cock right against your opening, he could see how your body already attempted to pull him in.

“So impatient, I guess you can’t wait any longer?” He hums, grabbing your ass to brush his thumb over where his tip pressed. “Just put it inside already” Your voice hitched, evident that you have been quiet in anticipation until now.

Gojo laughs at your response, noticing your snarky beg, finally pushing a quarter of himself inside, he could feel you shivering under him, backing against him to get more of it. With one slam of his hips he’s deep inside without warning, it was exciting feeling but vibrated slight pain within just from the quickness of it.

“Y-you’re..so unfair” You huff, feeling your chest rise and sink quickly, trying to catch the breath that he knocked out of you. Yet, he doesn’t let you do that, he starts thrusting before you’re able to.

“Unfair? I think I’m being reasonable” He purrs, eliciting another moan from you as he pumps his crotch against your ass, making your insides tighten and form around his length, you could already hear the squelching noises coming from behind you.

It was honestly embarrassing how fast he had you pleading for something, and here you were, shamelessly doing it.

“S- slow down. Sat- satoru-“ You pant out with little air, squeezing the blanket until your fingers stung with soreness. No response back with words, just a chuckle as he focuses on how adorable you sounded, how much he wants to have you become a whimpering mess under him.

His large digits wrapped around your hips, pulling you back on his cock after taking it out at right where his tip began, making you feel almost drunk from how it felt.

“Awh, are you already close?” He traces the shape of your curves with his left hand as he used his right to keep ahold of your hip. He could feel how you squeezed him each time he managed to reach the end of your insides.

“No way!” You exclaim, embarrassed that he was already teasing about you cumming in such a short time, you grab more of the bed sheet into your palm, trying not to prove his words correct by holding out for as long as you could.

If you did prove him right, then he’d joke about it on days without an end like always.

“I know you wanna baby” Words slipping from his lips like sickly sweet honey, continuing his nimble pace as his balls slapped against your ass even more than before. The way your hole formed a creamy ring around his cock mimicked the condom he wasn’t wearing right now.

Gojo curled his arm around your chest, pulling you in to arch your back as he whispers in your ear to give up, that he could breed you so good if you did right now. He used his other hand to turn your head into the kiss he hastily initiated, cock never stuttering from the rhythm he made.

You could feel shivers crawling up your back as he pushed and wrapped his tongue around yours, this was too much already, you couldn’t hold on any longer if he kept going like this.

Especially not with his porn star worthy moans against your mouth.

He could feel you tighten around him one more last time before cumming on his cock, dripping onto the bedsheets even more when he continued to ride out his high, his leaking cum slapping against your ass after his orgasm came seconds after, spilling so easily as if you were made to milk his cock.

Oh fuck fuck fuckk” You cry out once he lets go of the kiss to nip at your neck, shoving his leaking tip deeper inside of you, making your arms feel like jello as you can hardly hold yourself up anymore even though you were on your hands and knees.

“So pretty, so good for me” He mumbles against your neck, moving you into his lap to bounce on his cock, now kissing your left shoulder while cupping your hips with his veiny hands.

You could feel your inner thighs tingle with the overload of sensations as he went on, never letting you have a second to recover, using you like his fleshlight as he moves you up and down, whispering praises about how good you feel.

No time inbetween rounds has the both of you panting and gasping for air, your sweaty bodies becoming even more desperate to hit at the right timing that he controls. As he makes you arch your back you could see his cock make a bulge against your skin, hitting that right spot to make you tremble above of him.

“Gonna pump so much cum inside of you, take it all.. kay?” He groans, picking up the pace as the clapping sounds beneath you rise in volume while your cum mixed with his from a few moments ago make it sound even more sexual than needed.

You’ve melted into putty that he could play with however he wanted, only being able to nod along with a quiet mhm that sounded more impatient than you expected.

“I. Love. You. So. Much” He pauses each word with a thrust of his cock, causing you to moan out loudly each time he did, on the last word he managed to time his release and yours at the same moment, filling you with another load of his semen.

“I love you baby, you’re all mine” Gojo fondly says, kissing away your tears as you turn as much as possible without moving an inch from his lap. He circles around the bites he made on your shoulder earlier, soothing the stinging sensation you didn’t notice with his tongue.

He makes up for all the hickeys and bites by cooking dinner and pampering you the entire night, meekly laughing each time you glare when he presses on the sensitive areas.

He’s a giant jealous goofball.

[acornsie]

gojos just showing you his new toy he got!! <3

full vers in my pinned for my more... patronizing fans <3

[kitoshii]

Omg i just love your first fan fic definitely needs a part 2 maybe where bunny reader finds out that they actually got pregnant with mr.wolf and reader is just so confused but he decides to tell mr.wolf the news and mr.wolf is just watching t.v when bunny reader comes in and wolf is just so horny that he drags bunny reader to their room and do the cha-cha but this is just an idea write you're fan fiction how you want to write it

hellooo nonnie ! so your request did help me decide on a part two, but i changed some things ‘nd cut the pregnancy part, i really hope you don’ mind ! | pt 1 here

whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male ! character

lovin ? heavy orgasm denial , predator / prey themes , hair pulling , breeding , size kink , marking , overstim , full nelson , feminization , readers dick referred to as a clit

stretching your arms over your head as you lean back in your plush gaming chair, a soft pop echoes from your wrist. the sound makes you shake your ears, before standing up and closing your laptop carefully.

tugging your shorts down your legs, the soft click and thump of the front door had your ears twitching in attention, a little smile gracing your face as you assumed it was your mother coming home.

you opened your door, quickly flitting down the stairs with your moms name at the top of your tongue, before skidding to a stop, your socks slipping on the slick wooden floor, falling on your butt at the last stair. a loud squeak escaped your mouth, and your hands flung out, attempting to grasp onto the tight shirt of the tall wolf in front of you.

your hands retracted as quick as they had come, delicate fingers clasped against your chest. there was a moment of silence before your wide eyes nervously looked up, only to find him already staring down his nose at you with narrowed eyes. to your fear ridden mind, it seemed like they were glowing with a predatory urge and your breath hitched, suddenly reminded that you were in fact a prey animal.

a smirk spread across his lips, his eyes narrowing further for just a second before turning to his father, who peered around him curiously.

“he slipped.” he muttered, watching as the older wolf nodded, a concerned look on his face before walking to join your mother in the kitchen.

your eyes were still locked onto his frame, and when his met yours again you flinched, realizing you were still on the ground. shaky legs planted themselves on the ground, your arms attempting to push yourself up before a large hand was tucked under your arm, pulling you to your feet. you stumbled forward into his chest, face planted there until his other hand carded through your hair, tugging your head back to look up at him.

“you’re clumsy, cottontail.”

you almost whimpered at his actions, closing your thighs together without thinking, trembling hands coming up and grabbing onto his shirt. your eye contact only faltered for just a second when he glanced down, a cocky - and slightly predatory - smirk one again gracing his face. he tugged on your hair harder, leaning down so his lips were next to your ear.

“run, little bunny.” he whispered, his words accentuated by a deep, quiet growling that seemed to come from the back of his throat. his grip on you faltered and you were still for a moment, before you stepped back, foot slipping on the steps, and suddenly you were scrambling up the stairs, reaching your room ‘nd slamming the door behind you.

“what was that?” your mother called, peeking out from behind the wall to the kitchen, making eye contact with the younger wolf.

“it’s nothing.” he smiled, waving his hand ‘nd walking to the living room to sit on the couch, leaning back ‘nd manspreading his legs with the remote to the t.v in hand as if nothing had happened.

his father and your mother passed by the couch, his hair being ruffled by the small woman. “your dad and i want to go out for a bit, is that alright with you ?” she asked sweetly, leaning over the armrest of the couch, his father playing with her bent ears idly.

“thats fine,” he grunted, sitting up from his slouched position. “how long will y’ be gone?”

“don’t know yet. we’ll text Y/N when we’re on the way home, kay?” the youngest nodded in acknowledgment, and his father patted his head before they were on their way, the front door shutting behind them with a soft click.

you came walking down the stairs not long after, your steps slow and tentative. you noted the lack of shoes by the front door, coming to the quick conclusion that the adults had left - and you had half a mind to go back up to your room and not come out, but you had caught his eyes quickly and now his attention was on you.

offering him a nervous smile, you kept your head down and walked quickly to the far side of the couch, sitting down and focusing on the television. a short chuckle left his mouth as he took quick notice of something.

“what happened to the pretty pink shorts you were wearing earlier?” he asks, his eyes still trained on the tv in front of him, and you could only look down, embarrassed, because you had in fact changed your shorts to some plain black ones after soiling the others - but theres no way you could tell him that.

“.. they were too small for me.” you mumbled after a few moments, and he looked over to you, his eyes trailing down to your thighs and back to your face with an eyebrow raise and you realize how stupid that excuse was because these shorts are also tight - hugging your dick and squeezing your thighs.

your face flared in red, crossing your legs and tugging your sweater down.

“let me ask you again, doll,” he started, reaching out and tugging you towards him by your waist, his body moving so he was facing you, one knee resting on the couch. “why’d you change your shorts?”

you stared at your hands that were on your lap, holding your sweater down over half of your thighs.

“i… i told you..” you stumbled over your words, breath hitching when you felt his hand tighten around your waist. you only heard him grunt before you were stumbling on your feet, a harsh grip around your wrist.

your back hit the mattress, his large hands pulling you towards him roughly, plush thighs resting over his muscular ones. a whimper from you made his fluffy ears twitch, sharp eyes narrowing as he ran his big hands over your thighs, reveling in the way your body jerked.

your soft ears perked up as he began to talk, his deep ‘nd demanding voice sounding ominous to your muddled mind.

“now, i can either….” he started, big hands running under your sweater ‘nd across your stomach, “abuse your poor little clit,” he continued with a chuckle, squeezing your small cock to accentuate his words, making your back arch, “nd use you for my own pleasure without lettin’ you cum once,” he pushed up your sweater, flicking your nipple harshly, “or you can tell me the real answer, ‘nd i’ll fuck you like a good boy deserves to be fucked.”

you panted harshly, closing your eyes tight and gritting your teeth, your knuckles turning white as your small hands fisted the sheets under you.

“i- i… i fuckin- told you!” you gasped out, shaking your head as he flicked your dick with a sigh.

“well, i did warn you.”

“h-hnghh !” you squealed, voice muffled as your head was pressed into the mattress by his strong hands, struggling to breathe between your heavy breaths and lack of space.

he’d been fucking you for a while now, harsh teeth marks clear around your nipples, on your neck, and even your arms. you felt completely ruined, your hard, leaky, and red cock bouncing underneath you with every thrust, the hairtie around the base of it stopping you from cumming throughout this whole session, although you’re sure you’re multiple dry orgasms in.

his big cock presses against your prostate unrelentingly, strong arms pressing into you at different areas as he holds his weight against you, his thrusts so harsh ‘nd so fast you can barely tell apart his thrusts in and slides out of your poor, ruined hole.

a loud sob is ripped from you when his hand that was holding your head down is suddenly wrapped around your cock, his finger teasing the tip.

“you wanna cum, bunny?” he asks with faux sympathy, teasing the area around the hairtie, his cock still fucking into you with no mercy.

“y-yes! g-gna cum ! cum - please!” you squeak, your legs kicking up from the bed, feeling your gut twist once again with the painful need to release, your body convulsing under his as he only grins with pride.

“that’s too bad, isn’t it?” he practically coos in your ear, his voice lust filled, condescending, and predatory. theres a grunt from behind you and suddenly you’re being lifted, your chest to his back, legs slipped from under you, his muscular arms holding them in the crook of his elbows, and he wastes no time in pummeling back into your ruined hole in that position, cock kissing places you didn’t even think existed inside of you.

you feel like the breath is knocked from your lungs and you attempt to scratch at his arms because your small cock is so fucking ruined, ‘s pathetically leaking precum like a faucet, bouncing against your stomach as it loses some of it’s hardness - simply because the dry orgasms have taken so much out of you.

“look at that.. little clit’s showin’ me just how useless it really is.” he growls, biting deep into the marked skin of your neck afterwards, his swollen knot pressing against your puffy hole as his dick twitches inside of you, his head spinning and overwhelmed with the need to bulge your belly with his puppies.

“shit, bunny.. got me cummin’ so soon.” he huffs, a sloppy grin on his face as his hips never falter , even with how daringly close he is to teetering over the edge ‘nd filling your hole up.

his head shakes, ears twitching as his breathing picks up heavily, trying to center his mind, as it runs to fucking you until you pass out, using your pretty holes till youre filled with his cum and covered in his scent - his strong arms and hands increasing the grip he had on your legs.

he adjusts his arms so your legs are practically touching your ears, his hand coming up to shove large fingers in your mouth, his own baring his fangs into your shoulder - thrusting deep ‘nd hard into your little cunt, filling your stomach with his cum.

a loud wail is muffled against his digits, sobs wracking your chest as you convulse so harshly you’re practically pushed out of his arms, your head shaking back and forth.

“shit..” he mumbles, barking out a laugh. “forgot you had that on.” theres a large grin on his face as he sets your legs down, turning you onto your back. his hands work at untying the hairtie from your dick - rutting back into your hole with a few deep, rough thrusts once it’s off, bathing in the scream you release.

“y’said you wanted to cum, yeah?”

ahhh, i did it ! y’guys proud of me? ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

i love your art so much i’ve seen like all the satoshoko arts you post on here like ahhhh😭 can idk if you’re doing requests rn but if you are can request one where gojo is kissing shoko’s stomach while undressing her ? :0 Also you should give shoko a belly button ring bc she would totally have one 🥵 thank you xxx

[stellamancer]

for the love of god, please don't perceive me.

barely proofread. established relationship. written with infinite loop!verse reader in mind, but can be read stand alone, especially i because i think they'd hate to be perceived too.

You roll over, turning your back to Gojo. He whines out your name but you ignore him. Dumb pricks like him do not get attention at bedtime.

Doesn't stop him from trying though.

He whimpers like a kicked puppy but you remain steadfast. You're used to these tactics of his— you can ignore them. Gojo should realize that too.

And he does, because he changes them.

You feel him scooch closer to you, the warmth rippling off his body calling to you like a siren song. It's hard, but you do not lean into him; you won't give him the satisfaction.

Then you realize Gojo has gone silent and in your experience that is never a good sign. You don't say anything. You don't budge.

Everything is completely still.

And then it's not.

Your entire body tenses up when you feel Gojo's hand at your back, sliding your shirt up as high as your stillness will allow. He cannot seriously be—

The bed groans as Gojo moves closer, his hand keeping your shirt secure as he approaches you. A shiver wracks your entire body when you feel the searing heat of his lips against your skin. You try not to move, try not to show that his actions are having an immediate effect.

He pulls away for a split second before going for another one, kissing a spot just beneath the first one. Gojo's other hand finds your waist, his fingers gripping you tightly, almost desperately, as he presses his mouth to your skin again.

With each kiss he moves lower and lower and lower still.

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest. It's so hard to stay still, but you must, you must, you must.

And then Gojo's mouth kisses the band of your pajama bottoms. He drags the hand on your waist down to your hip, fingertips dancing over the section of skin just above your pants. He traces the edge of them, before his fingers slide under to—

You can't take it any more.

You start to roll away but he's faster, grabbing you and flipping you around so that you're facing him. Gojo's legs tangle around yours as he yanks you close, arms winding around your form, trapping you in.

"Dammit!" you hiss.

"Got you now!" he gloats, cheeky, every bit of sensuality abandoned and thrown to the wayside now that he’s got you in his grasp.

Defiant, you flail around, trying to free yourself but it only results in Gojo's grip going tighter and eventually you give up and go completely still as if that'll get him to loosen his grip.

It doesn't.

"...so, how long are you gonna play dead for?" Gojo finally asks. He sounds amused, but there's something else in his tone— faint but enough to put you on edge. There's no doubt that he's planning something.

You don't want to, but you should say something; who knows what Gojo will do if you don't. Intent on feeding him some smart-ass remark, you tilt your head up only to find you've played right into his hands.

As soon as you move, so does Gojo, closing the distance between you to press his forehead to yours, angled so his lips are just hovering over yours.

You freeze. Gojo's breath is sweet, almost intoxicating, and suddenly you are at war with yourself. Instinct bids you move in closer, hungry and desperate for a taste of him, but your mind keeps you still, knowing that he's insatiable. You'd be going for just a taste but he would be consuming you whole.

"You alive in there?" he murmurs and the phantom touch of his lips makes it hard to focus. "Or do you need me to bring you back to the land of the living?"

Yes. No. Both words, both answers duke it out on the tip of your tongue and you don't know which one will come out on top.

Does it even matter? You know the real winner here will be Satoru Gojo like always.

The thought of it burns you a little. You hate letting him win and that's enough to give one side the edge it needs. "No."

He chuckles and you can tell he's not surprised in the slightest. "Oh yeah? Prove it."

You know what he's trying to get you to do, in fact he couldn't be more obvious. Truthfully, there's a part of you that wants it too—to feel his lips on yours, on you, breaths mingling as you grasp at him, fingers tangling in his hair while he tugs at your clothes, desperate for as much skin on skin contact as possible.

But there's another part of you that wants to deny him. It's the force of habit, really, the denial almost ingrained in your soul, hard-written into your body like your cursed technique. There's no reason to deny him anymore, not when you've become intimate like this and yet…

You cannot help it.

You wish you could take a third option.

(You wish you were more honest.)

There's little else you can do like this, angled and positioned for the kiss that Gojo has cornered you into. You feel his lips shift as he exhales, as if his grin is widening, as if he knows that you're realizing how inevitable the kiss is. That makes you only want to fight it more.

You just don’t know how.

“You know,” Gojo murmurs after a couple moments of silence and inaction on your part. “You’re not doing a good job at proving that you don’t need me to give you the kiss of life.”

“Shut up,” you grumble. “The fact that I’m responding should be enough for you.”

Gojo hums, making it look like he’s considering what you’ve said. You know better though, especially when he says, “...nah.”

“You are so…” you trail off as Gojo moves impossibly closer, his lips are feather light against yours and any normal person would probably consider this a kiss.

Not Gojo, though.

"So… what?" he probes. "Cool? Awesome? Irresistible?"

"None of the above."

Gojo’s arms and hands shift, his grip clearly loosening. For a split second, you consider taking the chance to see if you can free yourself from him, but you’re no fool; you know better— this is just preemptive positioning for whatever he has planned.

This is checkmate, then.

Gojo chuckles and you wonder if maybe he can read your mind as he says, his mouth hot on yours, voice a low timbre that stirs something deep in the pit of your stomach, “Guess I better prove it then.”

[jiujitsukaisen]

nanagoooooooooo

[system-of-avalon]

(gn! pronouns for reader, NSFW WARNING, satoru calling reader 'baby', riding, mentions of creampie, whiny satoru, can be read as sub! or switch!satoru)

🩷: Idk but I picture Satoru is generally someone who shamelessly moans and grunts and pants and whimpers a ton (cuz if bae makes him feel good bae deserves to know),

but I feel he gets specially whiney when you ride him.

He just can't stop when you're bouncing on his dick! When he feels your thighs get all squishy over his own when you press down on him, and when you moan like that at the drag of his twitchy, leaky, throbbing girth when you move up. And how he can wrap his strong arms around your waist and just hold you, feeling your hips go crazy because of him and his cock.

If it feels really good I picture he buries his face in the crook of your neck, moaning loud and whimpering louder, and just praising how good you feel, how tight and warm you are, and even if you tell him to stay put he wouldn't be able to stop himself from meeting you halfway; thrusting his hips up and stuttering while apologizing, but he's just so drunk on how you make him feel he literally can't stop even if he tried.

―'M sorry, 'm sorry... F-feel s'good, b-baby, can's-sss-stop...~ Gimme more, baby, lemme cum 'nside, 'm so close please please please please...!

[nonbinary-thot]

Gojo just loves to stuff you full of his cum. He swears it's addicting, bouncing you up and down on his cock as he holds your knees, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Gojo fills you up, time after time until your stuffed, a small bump formed in your stomach and his cum leaking.

He'll lay you down on the bed as if he was gonna let you rest, but he just drops to his knees, pulling you to the end of the bed and digs right in.

Gojo doesn't have an ounce of shame as he shamelessly eat you out, his cum sticking to his lips and chin, his tongue circling your clit and plunged in.

He'll keep you going, your cunt spasming with orgasm after orgasm as he fucks you with his tongue, swallowing your juices mixed with his cum. He'll pull off your clit with a loud poping sound, his fingers quickly replacing his tongue.

His thumb rubs circles into your clit and his middle and ring finger dig into your soggy and spongy cunt, curling and twisting to bring you pleasure.

He just chuckle when you tell him to stop, and continues, leaning up to kiss you to let you taste his cum and yourself on his tongue. It's nasty, but he could care less.

Gojo just loves you so much, he would even let geto join or watch <3

a/n reposts are appreciated!!! This was not proof read btw, I had woken up and wrote this.

[urlynsnsfwcorner]

If I did a nsfw patreon with the Jujutsu characters, would anyone be interested? It'd take some time since I'd have to commission the model and texturing, but I was thinking two rendered animations per month for like 5usd

[yxami]

Married gojo x home wrecker reader just popped up in my mind I’m sorry

nsfw immediately under cut… again 😓

“Go— gojo this is the last time okay?” You cry out as he rams his hips against yours, managing to flood your insides with his cock again, bending you over the desk with ease as he pants out his words.

“Hah- you know this won’t be the last time” He laughs loudly, tightly grabbing the skin on your hip as he pulls you back for another thrust of his cock, your insides perfectly forming around him, as if the two of you were made to be so close.

But this was wrong. He was married.

“It’s not fair- for her” Your tears overflow your eyes from the immense amount of pleasure he was causing.

“She’s not as good as you, not as pretty, I wish I married you” He murmurs in true honesty, continuing this routinely fuck in his office, thankful of the lack of cameras in this room, he couldn’t imagine how problematic it would be if there was some.

You whimper out a response, falling on deaf ears as he groans from your tight hole, slipping into the drunk haze of your body as he could care less about the lack of condom around his cock, all he worried about was how good you felt, how much he wanted to please you.

“I swear, I’ll marry you someday” He whispers, his words unheard the same as yours were moments ago.

[beelzebacchus]

Happy Valentine's Day to these gay boys 💘 trans version under the cut because they are t4t in my heart

[kitoshii]

whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male character | pt 2

lovin ? kinda psuedocest , feminization , breeding , degradation & praise , size kink / size difference , small reader , overstim …

your first meeting.. was a weird one. your moms telling you the two of you are going for dinner and of course this is a surprise - eating out is not a normal occurrence in your family, home cooked meals are much preferred, and you’re especially surprised when she says to dress in something nice. yet, you pick out clothes, something form flattering yet dressy, and the two of you are on your way to the restaurant when she proposes an idea, as if its from the top of her head. “why don’t we invite another to join us?”

youre naturally confused, but you don’t disagree, and reaching the restaurant, you’re greeted at your reserved table by two carnivores, huge ones at that, and your normally floppy ears perk up in interest. the younger one is tall, dark, and handsome and you’re swooning before you’ve even introduced yourself.

yet- you’re still confused. you’re not dumb, you can tell this was all previously planned and so as the night progresses a little more, you ask your mom about what’s going on. the oldest carnivore at the table barks out a little laugh, as does your mother, and the two explain that they’ve been seeing each other, and marriage is on the table.

so the tall, dark, and handsome wolf is going to be your tall, dark, and handsome brother. much less exciting than you’d have wished, although you are naturally happy for your mother. the night ends quite quickly, and the four of you say your goodbyes before parting ways.

your second meeting.. is what he can only describe as insufferable.

he thinks all of this is insanity. he swears under his breath, licking his fangs. his eyes are forced away from you- you, who is crossing your plush legs as you sit on the couch, leaning your weight on the armrest, exposing the side of your neck. a clean, soft surface is all he sees. something on you thats ready to be marked, littered with indents of his teeth and bruises that prove the presence of his lips on your neck- he adjusts himself where he sat, pulling his pants at the thighs to give relief to the problem he finds growing, quite literally, by the second. he’s afraid if he continues staring any longer he might do something he regrets.

he shouldn’t think this way, he knows he shouldn’t, he’s practically just met you, and under the promise of becoming siblings, but it’s not his fault, is it? you’re a pretty bunny boy, soft skin, soft ears, and soft tail on display for him, he’s known he was going to have a hard time since the moment he saw you - and even worse from the moment he smelt you. you’re so defenseless, the shorts that you’re wearing reveal far too much, your fair skin far too tempting, and your innocent eyes far too beautiful. he wants to ruin it all. he want’s to force you to have to put your guard up when he’s around, to rip the shorts off your plush thighs, exposing whats creating the small, compared to his, bulge in them, he wants to mark up your skin until you’re bleeding, nd he wants to strip the innocence from your eyes, forcing you to keep them closed tight as your tears struggle to crawl out.

his breath turns heavier, pants leaving his parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair - when he’s snapped out of his deep thoughts after your small hand is rested upon his arm and he’s suddenly aware that you’re directly in front of him- but the only thing he can focus on is your silky thighs, the cute bulge in the middle of them, and how much smaller your hand is than his because fuck, he could ruin you so easily it’s driving him insane.

a soft growl escapes from his throat and he notices the way your hand quickly retracts, and he finally tears his gaze away from his eye candy, trailing his eyes up to your face, noticing the way your long, soft ears pin backwards, as if you were a dog. worry is clear in your eyes and he raises an eyebrow, crossing his legs inconspicuously.

“are you feeling alright?” you mumble softly and his mouth opens for a second before its closed again, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. your voice is sweet like honey yet soft like velvet and his ears twitch, moving in obvious attention to you.

he doesn’t answer you, he’s not even sure if he can, choosing to simply nod his head as he stands up, towering over your small frame. he thinks he hears a squeak escape from you and his hard cock twitches in his pants, flitting through every fantasy that involves your mouth.

your third, fourth and fifth can all be considered normal, but your sixth meeting.. is surprisingly his breaking point.

he prides himself on his restraint. his ability to control his emotions, his urges- but the two of you are at your mothers house, and you are, as usual, far too relaxed, and wearing far too little clothing. he sits on a chair outside in the backyard, the shade a willow tree provides and the gentle wind cooling his face - while his lower half burns in desperation.

you’re none the wiser, innocently indulging in boy-ish behavior as you scavenge green grass for anything that may catch your eye, knees bending the blades underneath you. your back is to him - of course it is, he cant seem to catch a break, he mumbles irritatedly, curling his hands into fists from where they sat on the rests of the chair, his piercing eyes fixated on the curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the squish of your thighs, and the way he can perfectly see a prominent imprint of your balls when you bend far enough forward.

for a few moments he thinks you’re doing this on purpose, that you know of his perverted thoughts and are doing this to maybe punish him, but when your soft ears perk up, and you look back at him with sparkling eyes, a grin on your face to tell him that you’ve found, hell, a cool rock? he knows you wouldn’t do that. you couldn’t do that, you’re too dense to even notice the raging hard on in his pants every time you so much as giggle.

the two of you are inside now, still left alone with each other and you decide to join him where he stood in the kitchen, hungry for something. you open the fridge, leaning down to slide the fruit drawer open, bending at the waist and fuck..

“hm?” you ask, perking up, leaning over to peek at him from behind the fridge door. did he say that aloud?

he scans your face a few minutes before striding over to where you stood. your nose twitches in confusion and despite not being scared, your ears pin themselves back, like a dog. you take a step away from the fridge, beginning to close the door behind you before he’s on you, pressing his arm past your head quickly, closing the fridge door with a bang. you jump slightly, staring at him with big, confused, and worried eyes and his cock fucking jumps because -

“do you know that i.. am a predator?” he mumbles, looking down his nose at you with lidded eyes.

theres a flash of fear in your expression and your mouth gapes slightly. “i know.” you squeak after a beat of silence, trembling hands coming to hold onto your shirt at the chest area

“you know?” he repeats, tilting his head lightly, eyes narrowing as you nod, barely noticeable. “you don’t act like you know.”

a sharp breath escapes you and it takes a minute for you to think of an answer, treading lightly.

“how am i supposed.. to act?”

“..be wary of me. act like at any moment i will pounce on you because fuck, i could.” he growls slightly, moving himself so his forearm is propping him up on the fridge and not his hand - making an already close proximity impossibly closer.

“you could?” you repeat, staring up at him with the same big, innocent eyes but now theres something missing - the worry. the fear. “why haven’t you?” it’s a small mumble, almost a nervous stammer, quiet and hesitant but he heard it. of course he heard it, you’re the only thing he is - and has been focusing on for days.

his heavy breaths pick up, and his stare never falters from your face, slowly scanning your features with calculating movements, immediately catching any change, so when a smile creeps on your lips, a little less innocent than your eyes and in a way, teasing, he catches it. immediately. and he pounces.

a desperate, muffled cry escapes from your wet lips, his big fingers pressing against your soft tongue, sometimes slipping so far back they’d tease your uvula, making you choke around his digits. his big, thick cock presses against your flush thigh for just a moment, leaving a trail of precum.

his hand that wasnt occupied in keeping you a little quieter is three fingers into your hole, tapping your prostate so hard your body jerks with every press. he’s skilled with his hands, a cocky grin overtaking his face as his ears twitch with every cute sound from your throat and every sloppy sound from your asshole. you’re tight, too tight, he’s not quite sure his dick will fit passed the tip, but he knows you want it, and god knows he wants it too.

the thought of filling you up, of wrecking your small body and moulding you into a cockwhore for him has been infecting his mind like a virus, and he’d be damned if he stopped for anything but a safe word.

a sob fills his ears and suddenly he realizes you’d came a few seconds ago, your legs trembling and kicking up from overstimulation, sensitive dick pressing into the mattress involuntarily before jerking away.

he coos, quite condescendingly, slipping his wet fingers out of your hole, placing a light tap on your balls.

“was it too much for you, bunny?” he asks, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest, watching as you nod with a dazed look on your tear filled face.

“yeah?” a mischievous grin that you’re unable to see spreads across his lips and wandering hands snake around you, squeezing your pretty thighs, before grasping your hard cock. his breath hitches as his entire hand envelops your small cock and his own twitches, a groan escaping his throat.

“fuck,” he laughs, watching as your hips attempt to pull away from his hand. “so fuckin small compared to me.” he grins, beginning to fist your cock, twisting his wrist around it. your reaction is immediate, a loud wail echoing through the room, your hands reaching out to clasp around his bigger one in a silent plea for mercy.

with reluctance, he gives it to you, letting you fall forward on to the bed. you sniffle, hiccuping softly before pushing yourself to your knees, arching your back as far as you could with your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to him, your fluffy tail wagging in desperation.

his mouth practically waters, hand finding its way down to his dick, closing it around himself before you reach your hands behind, spreading yourself apart to expose your twitching hole. this was you submitting , giving him full control of your body and the situation, and suddenly his instincts were screaming at him to breed you. to rut into you so much that his cum was spilling out, to imprint himself onto you, and to knock you up. to fuck you so full you had to carry his pups.

his stomach coiled and suddenly he couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason. the only thing clear to him was to breed, breed, breed.

he flips you onto your back, using a generous amount of lube, allowing his cockhead to catch onto your hole. you whimper - he’s bigger than his fingers - much thicker, much longer, and much, much hotter. you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s grabbing your thighs in his hands, the skin spilling over his fingers at how tight his grip is - and suddenly his cock is fucked into you at full force. he bottoms out first thing and even the sound of your voice is delayed, the air being punched from your chest as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, before a loud shriek does jump through his ears as he begins rutting into you, as if he were a dog in heat.

overtaken with how tight you are around him, and how small you are compared to him, he presses your knees up, bending you in half, watching his big cock sink into your tight hole, and the sight is almost what tips him over.

“fu-huck,” he moans, his pelvis slapping harshly against your thighs with every sharp, deliberate piston of his hips. “takin’ me so well baby, pretty cunts sucking me in so nicely.”

his deep voice riddled with obvious need and want has your ass squeezing around him, your dick twitching as it slaps against your stomach with every rough thrust.

your noises are punched out of you and then cut off with every thrust, the harshness of them making your brain spin and legs convulse. his hold on you does nothing to hide the shaking of your thighs and body, and it makes him groan in satisfaction, a smug smirk overtaking his face.

your drool and tears slide down your chin, pretty, soaked eyelashes batting quickly as you struggle between keeping your eyes open or letting them roll back. his large frame adjusts on top of you, thrusts never faltering despite his red, burning cock growing closer to release. the new angle allows him to hold your legs flush to your chest with his shoulders, while giving room to hold your clawing hands into place and he smirks, before leaning back slightly - and his entire body jerks forward, mouth falling open, fangs baring to pierce harshly into your neck as his eyes roll back because fuck - the bulge in your soft stomach is proof enough that he’s making room in your gut for his huge cock, because you’re just so fucking small.

you kick and cry at his teeth piercing your skin because it hurts, it hurts, but you’re marked and claimed and now he wont stop. teeth covering the expanse of your neck, cock drilling into your prostate with no sign of stopping anytime soon. all you can do is take it like a whore.

“thas’ it.. good girl, my cock was jus’ made for you, isn’t that right, bunny?” he growls and your hard cock spits out something like cum again at just his words because god, his deep voice, the constant stimulation on your prostate and the dirty talk did something to you.

he’s rutting into you so roughly, goin’ so hard nd deep, and you claw at his shoulders, blunt nails doing no real damage, begging him with wails and sobs to hurry up and cum because your tiny cock is so spent nd your tight hole is gonna be gaping afterwards with the effort of fitting such a large cock into you.

for a moment you think this was a bad idea - you think that he wont stop until you’re passed out, his instincts running his brain too wild, but with a thrust up into your stomach and a press down onto his cock bulge from the outside - with help from a desperate wail and a squeal that escaped your mouth - he’s cumming buckets into your soft stomach with a mumbled, “gonna fuckin breed you bunny,” pumping his hot, sticky load into you, filling you so much it’s leakin’ onto the sheets, his knot pressing painfully against your ass hole, threatening a breach as he ruts up feverishly, growls and titters leaving his throat, canines biting into his lip.

hellooo, im kiyoshi, your writer, nd his is my first fanfiction ! its very self indulgent, nd eng isn’t my first language but if you enjoyed, this is me askin’ you to please reblog nd maybe even follow me to support writers ! we can become great friends ! ^.^

[iris-ren]

i need to hold my sweet getou he did nothing wrong

he’s just a sweet innocent soul who occasionally murders ppl leave him alone!!!

[solomons-poison]

Neighbor!Gojo and Geto hcs

A/N: I got distracted by other fics while writing this and lost steam so I’m sorry its late. I have a rough understanding of Geto as a character but didn't feel comfortable doing a solo run with him, so figured next best was using his and Gojo's dynamic together for some tasty headcanons. If anyone has other thoughts about this concept, feel free to share!

Warnings: MDNI!!, fem reader (no pronouns but reader has vagina), the boys are their own warning here honestly, poly relationship, mention of fingering and oral (f and m receiving), spitroasting, vaginal sex, degradation, pet names (babe, pretty princess). If I missed anything please ask to tag!

Neighbor!Toji hcs

Neighbor!Nanami hcs

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Neighbors!Gojo and Geto that are up all hours of the night, keeping you up with their noise. One of them, Gojo you've learned, laughs like a hyena and has no sense of indoor voices. But when you try to politely ask them to bring down the volume, Geto only sneers at you to mind your own business. Gojo is a little friendlier but the result is the same, telling you "I'm sorry, babe, we're just having some fun. Cut us some slack this time, won't you?" with his damned attractive smirk on his face. He might promise to lower the volume, but time and time again he does the same thing, and you never fail to forgive him.

Neighbors!Gojo and Geto that are the most ridiculously gorgeous men you've ever seen, towering over you and watching with their intense eyes, and oh do they know it. They always seem joined at the hip, and you can't help but feel a little disappointed when you find out they're dating. Of course, that doesn't stop them from flirting up a storm with you, making innuendos that make your cheeks flame up, enjoying putting you on edge. And little do you know the way they talk about you behind your back, how they plan to play with you, their new favorite little toy.

Neighbors!Gojo and Geto that, as soon as you get friendly with them, come over to your apartment on the regular and walk in like they own the place. Geto intimidates you, and you're never quite sure he actually likes you or not, but Gojo acts as a buffer and something about their company is comforting, falling into a routine of movie nights and the occasional drinks. You start to learn Geto is just a tough read. While Gojo is as open with his words as he is with his actions, Geto shows his interest in the intense eye contact he makes with you, the way he listens to you in conversations and doesn’t judge you.

Neighbors!Gojo and Geto that get possessive around you, flanking you on both sides when they occasionally drag you out to the local bar for drinks instead of drinking at home. Geto puts on his classic bitch face, scaring off any person brave enough to approach you, while Gojo keeps an arm wrapped around your shoulders or your waist at all times. You know somewhere along the way, you’ve all crossed the threshold into new relationship territory and it makes your heart flutter to get so close to the boys.

Neighbors!Gojo and Geto that, as soon as they’ve got you hooked on them, decide to crank up the heat on you. They start to get a little more handsy, Gojo offering to rub your shoulders after a hard day's work and Geto keeping you literally under hand at almost all times. The more they do it, the more they let their hands wander, touching your waist, your hips, playing with your hair and fingers. Gojo coos at you in his sing-song voice with more pet names than you’re accustomed to while he does it. Geto’s fingers trail along the back of your neck and your shoulders when you cuddle, other times his hand is rubbing and squeezing your thigh. While Gojo cradles you, Geto possesses you, so that you’re never left alone or wanting.

Neighbors!Gojo and Geto that know things are moving too fast for you, how overwhelmed you are with the attention they’re giving you, but they can’t help but get drunk off of the way your body is reacting to them. You get so used to them constantly touching you in some way, you can’t help but pout when they withdraw and it drives the boys insane. It’s how they know they’ve made the perfect little plaything out of you.

Neighbors!Gojo and Geto that work you back and forth between them, building the tension higher and higher, until you feel like you're going crazy and the dam finally breaks. Geto breaks you down, calling you his filthy little slut, saying how dirty you are to let yourself be handled by two men at once, aren't you satisfied yet? Meanwhile, Gojo works you back up, cooing at you and praising you about how your body responds to him, teasing you that his pretty princess is practically dripping for them. Blush all you want, but your soaked panties speak for themselves.

Neighbors!Gojo and Geto that overwhelm your senses and take pride in that fact. While Geto is stuffing his cock into your warm mouth, Gojo is prepping your tight hole with his tongue, then finally with his long, nimble fingers before finally sheathing himself in your tight cunt. They take turns making you fall apart for them on their fingers, tongues, and cocks until you collapse from exhaustion, and they just know you’ll come running back for more in no time.

Well. It turned out both short and long at the same time and I’m not sure how. Sorry its so rough, had a hard time putting my ideas into words but I just love the idea of a poly relationship with Geto and Gojo, ESPECIALLY when they are in love with each other too.

Reblogs and comments appreciated!

Edit: I forgot to tagggg @peachsayshi @theesotericedition

[stellamancer]

heel (gojo x reader???)

notes: um. idk what i should say. though i am not hating on feet people!! i am feet people!! if you want a non foot version of this feel free to read my other fic empty threat: also post spar with gojo shenanigans (even reused a line to connect the two lmao). part of the infinite loop! fic verse.

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contains: gn!reader (no gendered language is used) gojo, feet (or what i like to call the steppy)??, dubcon?? (just in case), sexual implications, the use of the words dick and cock, no this isn't smut

wc: 812

You wish you knew how you ended up in this situation.

It all started with you agreeing to spar with Gojo and thinking back now, that was your first mistake. Training with him has been odd lately, though you can’t quite put your finger on why, but one minute the two of you were engaged in hand to hand combat and now he’s laying on the floor with your foot pressed firmly against his crotch.

You don't even know how it got there in the first place.

“Well?” he drawls, that stupid amused tone of his grating on your nerves as he waits for your next move.

Idly, you think it’d be nice if you could end his family line here and now by stomping down hard enough but you know that that’s just wishful thinking on your part.

Should you just back off then? Fight’s over; you’ve won, but only because Gojo let you. Honestly speaking, that fact burns you, keeps your foot in place despite your attempts to rationalize it with the notion that a win’s a win. If he were a curse, you wouldn’t care about it being an easy win.

But he’s not; he’s Satoru Gojo and there’s something off about all this.

“Enjoying the view?” Gojo asks, yanking you from your thoughts. You stare down at him, scowling, but he remains unfazed as usual. “Not that I can blame you since—”

Your body reacts instantly in annoyance, your foot jerking down, digging into his dick and, for a split second, you think that it’s the surprise of it that causes him to cut off mid-sentence.

Except for the fact that he moans.

He fucking moans.

You’ve always thought, always known that Satoru Gojo is an absolute freak but you’d never really given much thought to it.

If you could, you’d keep it that way— the last thing you want is to be giving him more mental real estate than he deserves.

This is way too much for you right now.

“Ah, so you’re into that, are you?” Gojo’s voice sounds way too entertained, way too pleased for someone who just had someone grind their heel into his crotch. “Somehow, I’m not surprised.”

Instinct bids you to crush his cock beneath your foot because normally guys find that to be pretty painful, but you have to remind yourself that Gojo is far from normal. He might actually be into it. So instead, you try to pull your foot away, to get away from him as fast as possible, but try as you might, your foot doesn’t move, as if it’s being held in place by some invisible force.

You’re mildly horrified when you realize that it is and this, you think, has the be the most disturbing use of the Limitless technique in all of history. The realization causes your self-control to slip and your foot presses even harder against him.

Gojo moans again, louder this time and you can’t ignore the slight pressure of what you fear to be a growing boner pushing against the sole of your shoe.

Nor can you ignore the electric prickle running up and down the length of your spine. What the heck? When it starts to settle in the pit of your stomach you realize what it is.

You need to get away from Gojo.

Now.

You yank your foot away from him and luckily, luckily, he releases his technique and you’re free of him. Like a frightened creature, you back away and refuse to look Gojo in the eye.

“...get up,” you say after a second of absolute silence. You hear the ruffle of clothes as he rises to his feet and slowly, carefully, you peer at him from the corner of your eye. “Don’t do that again.”

Gojo’s expression is unreadable. Figures. But who knows, maybe, for once in his life, he’ll actually listen.

Unfortunately, your hopes are dashed the moment he opens his mouth. “Why? You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

You are horrified. What kind of face were you making? There’s no way. He has to be lying, saying what he wants for the sake of his own entertainment. You couldn't have been into it! You were mortified, horrified by all of it, but yet you still managed get tu—

Before that last thought can fully form itself in your mind you shake your head violently as if that will rid you of it.

Gojo laughs lighthearted and amused as always, “Okay, okay, if you say so.”

He doesn’t believe you, but he’s always been delusional. You glare at Gojo but he ignores it, and stretches.

“Let me know if you change your mind though,” he says casually. “I think it could be fun.”

“Yeah right,” you huff, ignoring how he laughs, ignoring how the tiniest voice in the back of your mind thinks that maybe, just maybe he’s got a point.

Satoru Gojo’s definitely a freak, but maybe you are too.

is gojo actually into getting his dick stepped on or was he just fucking around and you were just finding out? you decide.

[jiujitsukaisen]

nanago