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slvttyplum · 2 months

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you got waxed every so often, and when you did, suguru would pay for them, drop you off, pick you up, and everything.

even though your pussy was bald, suguru hated when you got waxed because he couldn’t fuck you right after, and you were so tempting.

you would wear this cute little outfit that was breathable, and he would want to pounce on you right then and there, but you would hit him with the same thing every time…

“we can't, baby, for 24 hours.” and he’ll hit his head into the steering wheel repeatedly; he hates that shit.

one time he was genuinely curious, so when the both of you came back to him, he waited it out for a couple of hours, then went for it.

dragging you into the bedroom and stripping your clothes off.

“i just want to look chill.” that is NOT what he just wanted to do; he was testing his luck and yours.

once he saw your pussy and how pretty it looked, he couldn’t hold back, even if he ended up changing his mind and being obedient to what you said.

of course, you pleaded with him and whimpered and whined for him to listen to what your wax lady said, but once his mouth was latched on your pussy, those thoughts were in the trash and your fingers were in his hair.

his tongue swirling all around your folds to your clit and flicking it, then lightly sucking on it eagerly. there it was, your familiar taste floating throughout his mouth, and to him, it tasted even better.

his hands sliding up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a light squeeze, then taking his thumb and index finger and rubbing your nipples.

moans and moans slipping out of your mouth, it felt so good, like he was licking throughout your body.

he was down between your legs for thirty minutes, taking in your taste, and your fluids were dripping down his mouth and his chin.

“i knew it; you tasted better right after.” after he says this, he unzips his pants, lines himself up quickly before you can protest, and slips himself inside your dripping pussy.

you’re dripping all around and down his shaft; he’s practically spasming from how good you feel and how soft his favorite girl is down there.

he wastes no time before pushing into you over and over again, your head all over the place to even say anything, nor did you care, because he was fucking you too good.

whenever he was sliding out of you, your walls clung onto him while still being wet enough to

making him want to cum right then and there.

“don’t… ever tell me... i can’t fuck this pussy after,he says before he fully slams into you again, his hands gripping your hips so tight you’re numbing.

and you’re just out of it, taking everything he’s giving to you; it feels way too good for him to stop.

“whose pussy is this?” pushing into you deeper and bringing his hand up to smack your ass, the pain and pleasure making you moan.

“yours! fuck, it’s yours!” is all you can say without thinking. with no final thoughts, he cums inside you, the cum slowly filling you up.

“it’s mine. we’re not waiting 24 hours anymore.” and you didn’t.

after every appointment, he obliterated your pussy, and you loved it.

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sugume · 3 months

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r/ATIA for WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen

More: Fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, dubcon, piss kink, necrophilia, manhandling, choking, coercion, teacher x student, power dynamics, blackmail, threesome, Cuck!Gojo, drinking. unedited

Featuring: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru

PART 2

r/fuckingmystudent posted by u/Nanami_Kento

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to recall the events that lead you to get your brains fucked by your professor. He caught you filming a video for your Onlyfans in his class. So, he took your phone and asked you to meet him in his office after class. There, he forced you to unlock your phone and show him what exactly you were recording. It was utterly humiliating and watching him, watch you, finger yourself with a pen underneath the desk. After, he’d told you that he’d tell the dean you were getting off on his voice lecturing you unless you did something for him. Which led you ass up on his desk, trying your hardest not to make a peep as his fat cock slammed in and out of you. “Now, what I'm going to do is take out my cell,” He grunts, rolling his hips deep into you. “And record you slamming your ass onto my cock so if you decide to open that sweet mouth of yours, I'll have no choice but to send this video to mommy and daddy back at home, understand?” You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the threat or incoming orgasm, probably both. “Say ‘Yes, Professor!’ and maybe I'll send you the video so you can post it and feed yourself this week.”

r/peeinginher posted by u/choso_Kamo

Ankles beside your head, Choso had you folded in half as he pounded into your swollen cunt. He’d been going for what felt like hours and you were about to reach another peak when he abruptly stopped. “Choso?” you rasp, voice raw from screaming. “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, staring up at him as he stares down at your glistening cunt. He just tilts his head and continues to stare. You’re about to ask again when he blinks from whatever trance he is in and starts thrusting in and out, slower this time. “Nothin’ baby, jus’ gotta piss.” “T-then stop and go, hm–” you gasp when he pushes your legs down further. “Stop and go to the bathroom Cho.” you try to pull his hands off your calves. Choso tightens his hold and grins down at you. “C-Choso?” “Why would I get up when I have a perfectly capable toilet right here.” Is all you hear before you suddenly feel a foreign warmth in your cunt followed by wetness trickling out your pussy.

r/askinghertoplaydead posted by u/Ryomen_Sukuna

“You wan’ me to do what?” You ask, staring up at him from your position between his legs. “I asked you to stop suckin’ my cock and hang off the bed like a drugged-up bitch on her last life.” He stares at you with a look that tells you he isn’t truly asking. “B-but ‘Kuna—” He grabs your throat. “Don’t you wanna make me happy, hm?” You grab the hand around your neck. “Mhm.” “This ‘ll make me happy, little girl,” He plants a firm kiss on your lips. “Now do as I told you, actually I’ll do it, I know you aren’t the best at following orders.” He says before pushing you back like a ragdoll. “Yes, now lay there, don’t move, don’t speak.” Sukuna reiterates, finally satisfied with your position, naked on your stomach with your head hanging off the bed. He wastes no time shoving his big cock into your cunt. You groan from the sudden intrusion “Kuna!” “Shut up, dead bitches don’t fuckin’ make sounds.”

r/forcinga3some posted by u/Gojo_Satoru

“Sit on his cock love,” Gojo demands, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto Suguru’s lap. “S-Satoru!” “’ Toru!” You and Geto screech at the same time. “C’mon guys, it’s fine I don’t mind, Loosen up!” Gojo looks at you on his best friend's lap and his cock twitching underneath his pants. He palms it. Don’t worry, we’ll have our turn. “I know you two want to fuck, c'mon! Do I really have to pull it out and shove it up your tight cunt?” Goji grits out, increasingly frustrated when the two of you stare at him like a pair of deer in headlights. “Baby, I-it was just a truth or dare question!” Your head aches and you put both of your hands on Suguru’s broad shoulders to stable yourself, trying and failing to ignore his hard under your panty-covered pussy. “Was it? So, you aren’t wet right now? And you Suguru? You aren't rock fucking hard at the thought of fucking the same pussy I cum in every night?” Gojo raises his eyebrow holding eye contact with you until you look away, face flushed. Suguru sighs, throwing his head back with murmured ‘fuck this.’ before grabbing your waist. “Yes! That’s what I thought. Ha!” Gojo laughs, watching as Suguru starts grinding you down on his bulge.

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yandere-daydreams · 3 months

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tw - non/con, manipulation, mentions of breeding, and unbalanced power dynamics.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's ecstatic the day his owner, Suguru, brings you home. He's the pinnacle of a spoiled pet, constantly showered in toys and treats and affection, but his owner's a busy man, and he tends to sulk when left home alone. He's had other companions before, another leopard hybrid who nearly killed him before being released back into the wild and a black panther who somehow proved to be a worse influence on Satoru than Satoru was on her, but you're supposed to be more permanent solution, another hosuepet to keep him company when Suguru can't. You're a sweet little housecat, all wide-eyes and raised ears, but still, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if you're begging to go back to the shelter less than an hour after meeting your new roommate.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who falls in love with you immediately. Suguru practically has to keep him in a chokehold while you explore your new home, eventually curling up on your new bed. Satoru's on top of you as soon as he gets loose, purring obnoxiously while he runs his bristled tongue over your cheek. Suguru's half-convinced that your first day's going to end with bloody claws and bandages, but you only nuzzle into his chest and knead at the blankets underneath you. Satoru's a difficult cat to put up with, and Suguru's relieved that you, at least, find him tolerable.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's absolutely massive compared to you. The tips of your pointed ears barely reach his collarbones, and your wrist is only as thick as his fluffy tail. His favorite hobby quickly becomes carrying you from room to room despite your softly mewled protests, and he's not happy unless he's pressed against you as closely as possible. He used to force himself into Suguru's lap whenever possible, but now, he's unbearable unless you're sitting pretty in his. He doesn't even complain when you lose your temper and dig your little fangs (barely half the size of his - a poor imitation of a real predator's) into his arm, just grinning as he tugs at your ears and pinches your cheeks. He's not exactly a wild animal, but he's still at the top of his food chain. You're not quite a mouse, but you might as well be, compared to him.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's calling you his mate after less than a full month. You don't know what it means, often parroting it back as more of a question than a term of endearment, and Suguru just brushes it off as Satoru being deliberately irritating. He keeps it up, though. even after you start refusing to respond to it.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who starts introducing you to new "games". You know you don't stand a chance against him, but somehow, he always manages to goad you into roughhousing, into squirming as he pins you under his full weight. He likes to dangle things above your head, to see how long it takes your instincts to get the best of you before your chest is pressed against his and you're pouting so adorably as you jump and bat at his hand. Sometimes, when you fall asleep mid-grooming session, he'll let his mouth wander lower than it should, and you'll wake up to his tongue lapping over your chest, his face buried between your thighs in a way that leaves you teary-eyed and warm. You've tried to tell Suguru, but you always get embarrassed and end up mumbling something as vague as 'Satoru's being mean to me, again.' In the end, Satoru only ever gets a slap on the wrist and a new reason to tease you, next time Suguru turns his back.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who fucks you whenever Suguru isn't home. He planned on waiting for your first heat (delayed by your shelter suppressants and the stress of a new home), and he knows he's not supposed to, but he just can't get enough of having your smaller body curled up underneath his, your tail thrashing from side to side as he lazily rolls his hips against yours. You tend to whine, at first, to go on and on about how weird it feels and how much it hurts, but as soon he gets his cock inside of you, all those complaints tend to go away. It's almost funny, how easily your stupid little kitty mind gets all hazy and cockdrunk. He always loves you, but he loves you most when you're drooling and purring for his cum, begging him to breed you properly between hitched moans.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's not even mad when Suguru catches him bouncing your half-conscious, fucked-out body on his cock. He wants to be the best possible mate for you, and he couldn't do that if he wasn't willing to show you off <3

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neonscandal · 1 year

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The Beholder

⚠️ CW: Canonical Character Death

Pairing: Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru

Genre: Character Study, Complicated Relationships, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending (well "happy" is relative, no one in JJK is happy), Idiots in Love, Pride Gets in the Way

Chapter Word Count: 1.9K

Status: Complete

Summary: Truth, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder and death has a funny way of bringing things to light.

EXCERPT

As one of only four Special Grade jujutsu sorcerers, they were the strongest. In this shared strength, they stood second to no one. This also led to an overabundance of confidence. The more they gravitated toward one another, the more they pushed the boundaries of their cursed energy. The more they refined one another, the more the jujutsu world wanted them to stand independently against threats of increasing peril. Giving them the impression that they outclassed many of their superiors, their elders, was a dangerous miscalculation. Or perhaps to have the power of gods and the recklessness of teenage boys would always end like that, in devastating loss.

A/N: Something about knowing that Gojo and Geto never knew how much they meant to one another despite their closeness makes me want to swallow a jean jacket whole so, uh, have this sad little brain fart.

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Labored breaths spilled from Geto’s lungs just as wildly as blood gushed from his gaping wound. The cold December air licked at his injury as he tried to staunch where Yuta’s finishing attack had severed his arm from his shoulder. “You’ll be mine… one day, Queen of… Curses. Power like that.. it’s only… a matter… of time,” he breathed delightedly. He couldn’t tell if his hastening heart rate was from blood loss or the sheer proximity he’d been to power that could finally manifest his long awaited goals. He was practically delirious with the possibility that there was cursed energy just within his reach that could challenge even that of Satoru Gojo’s. Seeing his wishes come so close to fruition made him positively dizzy, in fact. So much so that the thought of his former classmate’s name didn’t send his stomach sinking as it normally would have. With a huff, he threw his back against the wall of the alley he’d made his great escape to, merely blocks from Tokyo’s Jujutsu Tech. The concrete was coarse against his skin as he slowly dragged his back along its unforgiving surface. He sank to the ground as his loose hair pooled around his shoulders. “Anything is possible with power…” he grinned, his eyes half-lidded.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood at attention. Whatever reverie Geto found himself in was abruptly at a reckoning with a creeping and achingly familiar feeling. Every square inch of his body felt heavy with the weight of watchful eyes, six of them to be exact. To the everyday monkey, they could walk this earth and never notice the difference but, for Geto, this pressure held an intimacy that had carved worn paths along his skin over a decade ago. “Isn’t that right… Satoru?” he drawled. The whimsy of his dissipating adrenaline melted away as he struggled to meet the piercing eyes cast upon him. He found himself suddenly sober as he reacquainted himself with the long, wisping white lashes that hung low over the discerning gaze of his former friend. He refused the impulse to avert his eyes, feeling suddenly indecent at the state he found himself in.

If the pain of his shoulder hadn’t just begun to register on his body, he might have thought to pull the sleeve of his yukata over his exposed chest. Instead, stripped of whatever had him lost in the fog of his conquest mere moments ago, he winced as he straightened back and turned more deliberately to face his foe. His eyes dragged painstakingly across the smooth skin of Gojo’s countenance. In the ten years since they’d seen each other, his jaw had become sharper, his nose, slightly more pointed, and delicate lines had begun to spread gracefully from the corners of his mouth. The product of a well-worn façade. Age hadn’t robbed him of his good looks or demeanor, a clean sweep in the win column for Gojo though it burned Geto to even think it. After all, Gojo’d been born into a blessed life as far as Geto was concerned. Anything beyond that was expectedly bestowed upon him by an overly benevolent universe.

Long before Geto found a place in the jujutsu world, Gojo was haughtily being lauded as royalty. The sole heir to one of the Big Three sorcerer families, his life was practically cut out for him. Such was the case before they met. When their paths eventually crossed, Geto had to temper his ego, his impatience, his bigoted ideals, his loftiness all while trying to close the knowledge and power disparity between them.

In time, Gojo recognized something in him he never saw in himself and it brokered a partnership, trust even. Where Gojo grew to accept Geto’s humility and earnestness to protect the weak, perhaps Geto adopted a bit of Gojo’s ego. As one of only four Special Grade jujutsu sorcerers, they were the strongest. In this shared strength, they stood second to no one. This also led to an overabundance of confidence. The more they gravitated toward one another, the more they pushed the boundaries of their cursed energy. The more they refined one another, the more the jujutsu world wanted them to stand independently against threats of increasing peril. Giving them the impression that they outclassed many of their superiors, their elders, was a dangerous miscalculation. Or perhaps to have the power of gods and the recklessness of teenage boys would always end like that, in devastating loss.

It was enough to make Geto question everything. His own strength, his resolve, who he felt deserved protecting. His place in the universe was off kilter though Gojo continued trudging forward, undeterred. Using the loss as an impetus to perfect his cursed techniques in ways his ancestors had never dreamed of applying them, such was his brilliance. Remembering how he lit up the first time he’d mastered Limitless without draining his energy brought a bitter taste to Geto’s mouth and he was used to bitter tastes. He was envious and horrified that Gojo could continue to soar to new heights while his guilt and grief continued to gnaw away at him. Yet, in that moment, he shone so brightly, Geto could not bring himself to look away either. They were the strongest together, but they were together less and less. More logically, they were not the strongest, Gojo was. But Gojo still innocently pretended as if they stood on even ground, much to Geto’s frustration. It isolated him in his melancholia, and he continued to fall deeper and deeper into despair.

The silence that hung between them seemed to suffocate them both before Gojo exhaled softly. “Suguru. All of this…” Gojo gestured to the wreckage that had spread blocks away from the high school before trailing off thoughtfully. “… We can… still turn this around. It’s never been too late.” While his words seemed to beg, his tone remained even so as not to belie his intentions.

“You’re too late again, as usual, Satoru. How many alleyways did you have to search before stumbling upon this one?” a single eye stared unyieldingly at Gojo, waiting for a reaction. “Timely, even to my end. And what of my family?”

If Gojo felt derision at the use of the word, family, he hid it well if only for a millisecond where his eyes held a confusing sadness that Geto dare not explore. “Every last one of them escaped.”

“Even against you? Surely, a kindness I did not see coming. I didn’t think I had any good will left, least of all from my executioner,” he spat.

“This doesn’t have to be the end, Suguru. We can-“

“Act as if none of this ever happened? Satoru, surely you jest. We will never see eye to eye. Even if we could, the elders would never allow- I would never want-“

“Was this what you wanted? When you left Jujutsu Tech, is this the future you saw for yourself?” Gojo asked pointedly, whatever semblance of calm he maintained was replaced with pleadingly knit eyebrows and exasperation. “If they won’t have you back, we’ll create a world without them!” he cast a hand, flippantly.

“At what point would the line be drawn? You have to know, I could never wear a heartfelt smile while living in this world. Especially at your side, not as I am now.” Geto’s eyes drifted away from Gojo, knowing the weight of his words hit him like a ton of bricks.

“I would have followed if you had asked. Even if it all still ended right here, both of us bloody in an alleyway.” Gojo closed the space between them with three wide strides. “We were… family too..” his voice drifted off as he glanced down at Geto. The air was thick with the smell of rust, a reminder that their time together was dwindling. Still, Gojo could not help but remain hopeful.

“I don’t know that I should have had to ask. I don’t know that I would have had the strength to back then.”

“You’ve always been the one to walk away from me, Suguru. You’ve always… had your back to me.”

“Where I always found it funny that you could have Six Eyes and still not have seen me! Ready to believe whatever I said when clear evidence to the contrary stared back at you. You didn’t want to burden yourself. Surely you understand, there’s meaning in that too, Satoru?” Geto, with his patience shot, lazily raised his hand to his shoulder to staunch the blood that had begun to flow freely once more.

“There’s not been a moment when I haven’t thought about that.” Gojo pursed his lips and dropped nimbly into a squat, knowing that squandering these moments would only bring more pain to them both. He’d allowed too much agony to come to Geto already. In this way, he could extend a final kindness. “Do you have any last words?” he asked, resignedly.

Geto sat pensively before bringing himself to look into Gojo’s ethereally blue eyes. “You were three years of my youth, Satoru. But your memory has damned me for the last ten years. The elders knew what they were doing when they appointed you as my executioner…. I’ve always coveted your cursed techniques, known they would make a marked difference in achieving my goals. Now, with the opportunity to experience it firsthand, I realize I could never suffer them as you have. It must be lonely beneath all that grace...” He studied the pained expression on Gojo’s face curiously, not allowing himself to ponder the root of it. Gojo’s motivations were always a mystery, just out of his realm of understanding. It always seemed like he was several hundred steps ahead of everyone else and Geto knew that the time he had left wouldn’t be enough to decipher it all. Annoyed by the pregnant silence, he laughed pitifully, “You could at least curse me at the end.”

“Toward you, Suguru, the only curse I’ve ever known is love.” Gojo extended a hand gingerly to brush Geto’s bangs out of his face, finally staring unabashedly eye to eye with the man he’d shared his youth with. He yearned to say more, especially when met with the surprised understanding that washed over Geto’s face beneath his touch.

Geto laughed sorrowfully as tears sprang to his eyes, regretting the vitriol he’d cast in his final moments. Gojo’s hand felt extremely warm and familiar cupped against his cold face. “We are the strongest… that’s what it’s meant to you after all this time,” he mused ruefully. He sighed deeply to steady his breath as he brought his bloodied hand to rest on Gojo’s pristine one. He closed his eyes, not wanting to ruin the final image he had of Satoru, his Satoru, something that had only recently come into focus. With understanding, he could let go of his envy. Instead, he found in his heart pity for the man whose strength sentenced him to carry out violence against the only person he’d ever allowed to touch him.

Graciously, Gojo needn’t utter a word to release a critical hit. Upon completing the deed thrust upon him by the elders, he allowed himself a moment to collapse beside his equal and find solace in the fact that, for a while, he was not alone at the top. He’d had his one and only.

A/N: If I have to be sad about this, so does everyone else. This ship is really just this song and I will never know peace because of it.

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