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chaepink · 9 months

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pathetic sub!yandere boys ♡

pathetic, disgusting yandere boys that can't help but be obsessed with you.

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist | part two

dom!fem!reader, stalking, begging, unhealthy relationship, mention of fucking

note: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT

Yandere boys are honestly adorable. But not just any regular yandere boys, im talking about pathetic boys that slowly turn possessive and less innocent the more obsessed they are with you.

The ones that stalk you in and out of school as they take pictures of you when you're not looking, even sometimes up your skirt when you're turned around! The ones that offer to help you with everything during school, blushing whenever you thank him and give him a compliment before rushing towards the nearest bathroom to jerk off cause they got hard from the small praise you gave them. how pathetic!

Yandere boys that would try their best to become your best friend, even going long lengths to hang out with you every second you're free.

You were going to go to the carnival with a friend? Suddenly that friend has to cancel on you because they feel sick, not knowing that your yandere added something weird to their lunch.

A friend asked if you wanted to hang with them later and you agreed? Thats weird because now they're not picking up their phone or answering their texts. Well guess who stole their phone and hid it somewhere where they wouldn't find it.

Whenever you're sad, your yandere will buy you loads of snacks and comfort you as best as they can.

Its cute really, how they try so hard to hide their obsession with you from you, even going as far as to anonymously threaten your friends that tell you how weird and creepy they are.

But everytime your friends warn you, you just smile back and them and say that [character] is just super nice to you and thats all.

Your yandere boy is so desperate for you that it's so pathetic yet so cute at the same time.

They think that you have no clue of his intentions or what he's done but little does he know, you actually do.

You know how they stalk you, how they try to separate you from your friends, how they're absolutely obsessed with you.

And so when you come over to their house to work on a class project, you're not surprised to find a big journal that has a heart on the cover with your name on it peeking out from under their bed when you come in their room. Opening it only to find lewd drawings and pictures of you alongside long paragraphs that your yandere wrote.

Reading the paragraphs and how it describes how every desire [character] has with you, even being specific as to say the exact details that would happen with each situation.

The first one you read includes how they want to get fucked by you, describing how they want to be bent over their bed as they cry and sob from the pleasure you give them.

It continues with you making him cum multiple times as you wrap a hand around his neck, leaning towards their ear to whisper degrading praise to him.

You continue reading the rest, watching as his desires turn darker and darker as they become even more specific than before, as if they actually happened before.

But before you could reach the end, your yandere opens the door with some snacks in his hand. Poor him really, cause he would have never expected for you to find out about his obsession with you.

But you're glad you did because now you get to watch as he pauses at the door, dropping the snacks in shock when he sees you with his journal in hand. Watch as his eyes flood with tears as he begins to shake from fear and shock, his face turning red as he tries to choke back a sob. Watch as he stumbles in front of you, landing on his knees as he looks into your eyes to no longer see any love in them but instead something dark that makes him shiver. Maybe it's disgust, maybe it's something entirely else.

They beg you to forget what you just saw, tears flooding down their face. It's just so embarrassing for them that you found out about their obsession with you. You can't help but coo at them as you tilt their head towards you, pressing your foot against the bulge in his pants because of course he couldn't help but get hard in this situation. That's just how pathetic they are, you think its cute though.

Hearing them let out a pitiful whimper as he lays his head on your thigh, pleading you with their eyes. Big cute eyes that try to convince you that he's done nothing wrong.

The situation is no longer about the journal when he starts to let out adorable noises when you continue to grind your foot against his bulge, making him quickly cum in the matter of seconds.

But even though he just came just a few moments ago, the way you call them pathetic with the disgust in your voice makes him hard again as he hump your foot.

They'll let you do anything to them. Dress them up, degrade him, humiliate them, they dont care! They're yours to use.

Secretly, your yandere is grateful that you found the journal under their bed. They actually wanted you to. They wanted you to get disgusted as you read the contents within their journal.

They hoped that you would punish them for how lewd and disgusting they are and they would be so grateful when you actually do.

Make the situations in his journal that he forever dreamed of come true as all he can do is moan and scream your name as you use him like a toy for your pleasure. Make him fall apart underneath you as his body gets littered with bite marks that compliment his body so nicely.

If he's too loud, shut him up with a choker or even better, your panties. The way his eyes would roll back as he cums for the nth time that night. But you're not done with him yet, oh not anytime soon.

You have to punish him for everything that he's ever done to you.

The whole situation is messed up but no matter how obsessed they are with you, you wouldn't ever trade them for the world. After all, they're your yandere.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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entirelytoooobsessed · 2 months

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needy!drunk!gojo satoru x gn reader-based off this post

synopsis: gojo is a lightweight, vowed to sobriety to keep whatever bit of shame he has left to his name. but he really can't help but take a few shots when he sees you doing the same.

warnings: sub gojo, gn dom reader, both reader and gojo are drunk, gojo's a lightweight, handjob, semi-public sex, he cries-like a lot, he also had nipple piercings bc i couldn't help myself, reader's kinda a hoe, feelings, think that's it

The warm press of hands against your hips is what makes you gasp. The soft touch of lips traced over your throat is what makes your head spin.

What a delightful feeling.

What a human desire.

“Touch me.”

The room spins around you, the warm feeling of being held making you sigh, leaning into it. The scent of him, the greedy claiming of his presence in your mind. So selfish. Of him not to think of the effect that this has on you. To not care about the war going on in your mind.

“Touch me, please?” A whine this time. A meek sound, spilling from his lips, making your body light up in return.

“Satoru,” He practically purrs at his name on your lips. Pathetic. How easily riled up he is. How easily you’re able to make his knees feel weak. How much he loves the sound of your lips forming his name.

“Mmmm, say it again.”His nose sweeps delicately over your neck, working over a heavy sigh as he tries not to get drunk on the smell of your shampoo. Or more drunk than he already is, that is.

“Your name?” You mutter slowly.

“Yeah….” His words have been gradually slurring over the span of the night, with the amount of shots he’s taken, with the amount of drinks he’s had. With the inches of space between you closing until there’s nothing between you but the thin layer of clothing that does nothing to hide the bulge he shamelessly presses against you.

Even so, you know that he's always been far beyond measures of shame, but this is a whole new level, the way he continues to press his body impossibly closer to yours, his broad chest against your shoulders, his hips canting against you.

You’ve always hated how he’s been taller than you, his incessant teasing when he throws you over his shoulder as you yell and pound on his back. He takes advantage of it all too often.

You don’t mind now.

“Why, Satoru?” Maybe you’re cruel for the teasing, for liking your friend’s reactions all too much. Shivering, nearly violently, throbbing against your lower back.

He whines, “Sounds so…-so much better when you say it. Makes me wanna just…”

His breath is heavy with the scent of alcohol and you’re still not entirely sure how Shoko and Suguru managed to get him to break his vow of sobriety. Not when you’d seen him turning them down for the first bit of the night.

The next time you saw him he was getting dragged along by you, gulping down whatever liquids you shoved into his hands.

With his feverish hands tracing up your body and his sinful hips pressing against yours. Muttering about how he wanted you and needed you, whispering about things he'd never have said in the harsh reality of day, but was that not the beauty of getting intoxicated beyond belief?

“Hmm? Just what?”

He simpers, “Wan’ you to touch me, play with me, like I’m just a toy for you~” He grinds slowly and you wish you could kiss him. Kiss him until he’s breathless and red and can’t remember his own name. Dazed and dizzy and muttering gibberish while loosely gripping onto you.

You don’t think if you’d even have to kiss him to do that right now, but the taste of his perfectly pink lips would just be an added pleasure to this delectable mix.

But you shouldn’t. And you won’t.

Not because he’s your friend and this will surely be crossing some unspoken line.

Or because it’ll throw off the axis of your entire friend group. You'd never let that stop you before. And you wouldn’t let something like that stop you now. Not when you've clumsily pressed your lips to Shoko’s, high out of your mind and hidden under the blanket of dark nights. Or when you let your hands wander along the lengths of Suguru’s skin, promising to make him feel things he’d never felt before.

Not because Satoru Gojo is one of your best friends.

But because Satoru Gojo is currently drunk and so are you. And despite the fact that you’re practically drowning in the warmth of alcohol and all that is Satoru Gojo, you want whatever you do with him to mean something-be something. Not just a clumsy night of drunken mistakes and hazy flashes, not something you’ll forget in the morning and agree to never speak of again.

He’s too…important for you to treat him like that. And you’re too selfish to let anything you do to him to mean anything but the fact that he would be yours. But he’s not yours. And you’re not his. And all this thinking is only making a steady ache build behind your temples.

You sigh, twisting around in his arms. Blue eyes blinking back at you, slowly searching over yours and fuck, his lips are so kissable. Pink and plump, trapped between his too white teeth.

“Let’s get you back to Shoko and Suguru, they’ll take you home and make sure you don’t kill yourself.” You’re not entirely sure where they went or why they’ve left the two of you behind, all alone where they'd know neither of you were in the right mind to make good choices.

“No,” He shakes his head, white hair tossing, ruffled and mussed from a night of clinging to you like this. Far too close for comfort though you still couldn’t bring yourself to pry him off. “No, n-no, don’t wan’you to leave…”

You begin to tug him off either way. He’s not sane enough to make decisions for himself and you don’t think you are either. “C’mon baby, let’s go find your friends.”

He shudders and grips your hand, refusing to move an inch. Tears pool in his eyes and your jaw hardens.

You sigh. You didn’t know why you thought this was a fight you’d win either way. It was a losing game trying to argue with Satoru. His lips wobble and you can feel your resolve withering away by the second. Tearing down every single defence you put up around, being ripped away by him and his stupid tears as if they were paper.

“Don’t leave.” He whispers and he looks pathetic but you know you’ll give in to him if he asks you to. “Don’t leave me…please.”

You cup his cheek and he purrs, melting into the touch as if he were a cat, pushing into you for more attention. Basking in your attention as you sweep his tears away with your thumb, letting him close his eyes and pull you into the soft cushioning of a booth.

You feel heady or maybe it’s the alcohol talking. More tears roll down his cheeks, tracking along the slopes of his flushed face. Crystalline and sacred and you realize with a twist in the pit of your stomach that it’s arousing.

The sight of him. His sweat-soaked skin and his eyes big and glassy. And the fragile mask he’s worked so hard to keep up deteriorating beneath your very eyes, each tear breaking and cracking apart the image of the powerful man he claims to be.

A crumpled facade of a God into a something more, something divine and corrupt, something vulnerable and weak and so very human in your arms, falling apart by a mere touch.

Maybe you’re more fucked up than you realized. Maybe you’re just horny. Maybe because it’s him. And he’s Satoru Gojo and everything about him is perfect. Powerful. Transcendent. A God against humans, finally falling apart like this, before you, ready to fall to his knees. Perhaps he was always meant to.

“Don’t wanna be alone…don’t wanna…ngh~”

His hips thrust up, a whiny gasp working past his lips. He pants as if he’s run a marathon and you want to do such delectably sinful things to him and you’re sure you could do them all and more and he’d only beg and plead for more.

Perhaps…

“Kiss me.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, you wonder if he can hear with how loud it is. “Satoru,”

He whines and grinds and you moan. And it’s a losing battle.

“Shut up,” he insists, hand cupping the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair, almost obsessively. “Shut up and just kiss me.”

“You know we can’t. You-“

“I, am perfectly fine.” His words are a pant, a plea, whispered with a kind of reverence of a worshipper to a god. “Just kiss me, fuck me. Use me,” white eyelashes flutter, blue looking all the bluer rimmed with red and filled with tears. “Use me until you’re bored of me, until there’s nothing left-i don’t care.” He breathes, desperate and pleading and looking like he’s ready to get down on his damn knees on the dirty sticky floor. “Just-please.”

A losing fucking battle.

Maybe it always was. Trying to keep your hands off him, now, you realized it was like setting a treat on a dogs nose and telling them to wait. A crazy amount self control with the eventual prize just in sight.

All you can think as you cup his cheeks, flushed and wet from tears, warm against your hands is how fucking pretty he is. How you want him more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything. “Fuck, Satoru,” you mutter and he moans deep and appreciatively and then you’re pulling him in to slide your lips against his.

And now all you can think about is how much of a dumbass you are for not doing this sooner.

He tastes like alcohol and cigarettes-when he had one you don’t know but you do know that it’s the most intoxicating mix you’ve ever encountered. You feel like you’re floating, high off his taste and his moans; like he’s a drug and you’re the addict, injecting him straight into the vein.

It's far from elegant and he’s not perfect at it in the way you’d expect from a man as beautiful as him-godhood hasn’t blessed him in every aspect. But he’s desperate and he's eager to take everything you give, mewling against your lips.

He’s so needy and it's crazy the way it sends you into a sort of reverie. His hands gripping your hips hard, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go, like he’s hoping you’re real and not a apparition of drunken hysteria. He pulls you closer, as if you could get close enough that no one could find where you ended and he started, that you might be able to meld into one.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same sentiment. If you didn’t try your hardest to do the exact same; nails pressing into his skin, making him whine as you tilted his head back and slipped your tongue into his mouth, exploring, feeling, taking, using.

Just like he told you to do.

He vibrates against you, nearly shaking with choked noises. He mutters soundless words, each and every one swallowed by you as soon as they’re spoken. Pleas and prayers, worships and praises.

You’d show him what real ascension felt like.

You probably should be embarrassed, or at the very least shameful to be putting on such a show in front of what you know are watching eyes. But you know that Gojo is far past shame at this point and you're too enamoured by the beauty that is Satoru Gojo clinging to you like he’s about to break.

To be honest, you can't find it in yourself to give a shit about any of them. About anything but him, focusing your attention on devouring him whole as he shatters, ready to catch every piece as they fall into your waiting hands. No matter if the shards rip apart your skin and leave you a bloody mangled mess.

You break away first, fighting a smile at his whine as you pull away from him, panting.

He looks unravelled, messy. His usual flirty facade lost to pleasure. His watery eyes and heartbroken whines gone as well. Overwhelmed by swollen lips and gasps to make up for lost air. A blush like he’s just realized where he is, burying his face into your neck to hide from the probing eyes. To whisper, "You're too good at that, you know?.”

You bark a laugh and he nuzzles into your skin.

And then you’re redirecting him to your lips again.

In a flurry of hands and lips, messy steps and you’re clumsily stumbling into the bathroom. Quickly, Satoru is shoved against the door, fingers fumbling for the lock.

Your lips find his neck, fluttering a barrage of open-mouthed kisses over the heated skin, dragging your tongue along his thrumming heartbeat.

He whines and he begs, muttering nonsense that makes it to your ears but not to your head as you hum against him. Slender fingers knit through your hair, holding you close to him, pleading for you to never leave him.

“Touch me, touch me, touch me.” He repeats, slurred and slow, his eyes drooped shut, his voice husky with want, with lust and everything he’s been just barely repressing all this time.

But you've only ever been a slave to his desires.

So you respond in tenfold, nipping and sucking, leaving evidence that you've been here, staking a claim that doesn't exist and maybe never will but for tonight maybe you can play pretend.

Because he keens when your teeth sink into his skin and his back arches, pressing evidence of his wanton yearnings against you like you might devour him whole.

Like he wants you to.

He quieter when he whispers something that could change everything. “Love me?”

Your heart pounds in your chest but you’d never turn him down.

Fingers deftly undo the buttons on his tight-fitting button up, revealing porcelain-like skin underneath. His nipples are hard and pink and fucking pierced.

He gasps when you touch them, pinching them between your thumb and forefinger.

And you've never been particularly mean but you can make an exception for the God in front of you, leaving him to tortuous touches all while he throbs and thrusts into nothing but the fabric of his too-tight pants, whining from the stimulation that's all too little.

He's been begging for this all night. Whispering dirty words like a little tease, like a shameless slut.

He got you all riled up and for that you think that he should take his own share of teasing.

For retribution, for your own piece of mind and the pleasure it is to watch him squirm against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and tearstained and begging in small breathless whimpers barely over a whisper.

But you've never been able to resist him long, not then, not now and not ever.

Your hand finally reaches for his waistband, his body shivering with the feeling of your fingers dipping onto hot, untouched skin.

But he stops you.

His hand, large and pale landing over your own in a quick moment of lucidity.

His voice emerged, a whisper of uncertainty and longing. "Y-You'll take care of me?"

You met his vulnerability with a promise because you could never leave him with any less. "Yes," your words a whispered caress, a undying oath in itself, a vow that you'd take beyond this in whatever may happen.

Your lips brush over his ear, his eyes squeezing shut as your hand wraps around him, dragging a ruinous moan from deep in his throat.

"I promise, I will."

And your hand is wrapping around him, hot and wet and hard, all for you. Just for you. And his head is turned off, just sensations and feeling and you.

Just you.

"F-fuck, yes, please," so broken, fragile almost as ironic as it is. "Yes, pl-please, feels so go-good."

He doesn't last long and you don't know if it's from all the teasing you've administered or from how long he's been worked up for.

But you rather like the thought of him being sensitive enough that your voice and a few strokes is enough to bring him to the edge.

To have him pulsing in your hand while his arms wrap around your shoulders, blunt nails scraping into you skin as his hips thrust with reckless abandon.

His body quivering with pleasure as your hand forms a loose hole for him to fuck into, your thumb playing with the sensitive head of his dick.

"Please, please I need it, need it so bad," And he has no right sounding this good, looking this good while fucking into your hand like a goddamn dog. "Need it more than anything."

He always has been one for dramatics.

His head falls back against the wall, throat bobbing with the moan deep in his throat, fuck how the marks of your teeth stand out on the pale skin of his neck. Your lips permanent on his body for now, forever maybe if he'll let you keep replacing them.

"Fuck, Satoru," You free hand threads through his head, pushing his lips to meet yours, messy and slopping as he arches against you, hips thrusting erratically to match your pace. Keening when you nip at him, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, nails scratching at his scalp sending tingles down every part of his body.

He breaks away with a gasp and a cry when and only when he absolutely has to, eyes shining and chest heaving with breaths to fill his burning lungs.

And he's crying. And he's beautiful.

More beautiful than anyone or anything you've ever seen in your life.

"Shit, I'm close, m' so fuckin' close-!"

You’re half out of your mind and you couldn’t feel more sane. Like this was meant to happen-like he was meant to be yours.

"Don' stop, please don't stop," he gasps, like you'd ever think about it, like you'd could even if you wanted to.

“Satoru,” And he shakes.

“Satoru,” And he sobs.

“Satoru,” And he breaks, head falling back as if in prayer, a finger pushing his chin up, clashing against a higher power he didn't think possible.

“My one and only Satoru.” Soft and sweet and just for him and only him. And he’s gone.

Ropes of cum spurt out, rope after rope, covering your hand and the floor. Covering his thighs and his stomach in a mess.

Everything feels fuzzy and his cheeks are pink. A stupid grin crossing his face as he melts, boneless in your arms. "I love you." He mutters, distantly, foggily.

Perhaps somewhere beneath the haze he thinks that maybe you've said the same back. But he isn't quite sure anymore. He needs to be sure.

Slowly, he's lowered onto the floor into a sitting position. The tile is cold against his bare skin but it's okay because you're still caressing him, holding his face in your hand, thumb wiping at his tears.

"You love me right?"

You leave for moment and a whines at the loss of you pressed against him. Even if it's only for a few seconds he feels lonely and empty without your touch.

But then you're back and you're wiping him down with a wet towel, cleaning off his skin so gently, as if he's made of glass of porcelain, like he something to be cherished and taken care of.

"Hey pretty boy, you good?" He recognizes your voice even throughout the cloud in his mind. He nods and you smile and he's melting all over again.

"Do you love me?"

You roll your eyes and for an awful second he thinks that maybe you're going to say no. But then you're pushing the hair off his forehead and kissing him so fucking gently he thinks he'll cry.

"I do love you Satoru."

And his heart is bursting-he swears it is, it's beating so fast and so hard he's absolutely sure that you can hear it and that the quiet laughs escaping your pretty lips is because you can tell how dumbly in love with you he is.

But that doesn't matter.

Because right now he's normal person and you're a normal person and nothing else will matter but the fact that he's your's now.

"I love you too, y'know?" He mumbles.

You kiss him again, and again, and again. On his forehead and his temples, his cheeks and the tip of his nose and each of his eyelids. You kiss everywhere on his face until his lips are pouted out and he lets out a little whine of frustration.

And then you kiss his lips. Barely a peck, too fast and short for his taste but he doesn't have time to complain as you pull him off the floor.

“C’mon pretty boy, let me bring you home.”

“Mmm,” He doesn’t move, boneless against you. “Will you fuck me again?”

You laugh, soft. “Like I’d be able to resist you.”

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pastelclovds · 6 months

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morning sex with choso ♡

you tried your best to not take in too much air in fear of your morning breath being blown choso’s way, but the way that his walls tightened around your length made it impossible to not breathe. the rays of the sunrise gleamed through your bedroom window and lit up the room a bit, making your view on choso all the more beautiful. his black hair that were usually set in pigtails were down and messy, his cock was leaking pre on his twitching abs, his tired looking eyes looked up at you with so much intimate love as his mouth spewed moans and whimpers of your name.

thankfully choso was still loose from your previous session last night, so you didn’t need to overly prep him. you tenderly hold his hands as you whispered i love you’s into his ear, choso always loved hearing praise; as well as being close to you.

you quickened the pace of your hips, effectively making choso’s eyes roll back. “(n-name), please kiss me,” choso stuttered out, you go to kiss his neck, but he growled in displeasure, “not there, m-my mouth- ah!” you explain that you have bad breath, and that you don’t want him to be disgusted. he lets out a disappointing huff, but understood your reason, “you better kiss me afterwards.” oh, you definitely will.

you grab hold of his flushed cock and began to jerk him off in sync with your thrusts into his ass, the blanket that was wrapped around you two made it feel hotter than usual, and the smell of sweat and sex more obvious. you felt your climax approach as you took a bit on choso’s shoulder, abruptly slamming your hips into choso as you released rope after rope into him. choso’s legs tightened around your hips so that you would continue filling him to the brim. his cock twitched in anticipation before he let out a cry of your name and came all over his belly and your hand.

you both laid limp in each others arms, breathing heavily as your orgasms washed over the two of you. you were caught of guard when choso grabbed hold of your face and kissed you, he took advantage of your surprise by pushing his tongue into your mouth and playing with yours. after a few minutes into your make out session, choso pulled back with a displeased look, “you weren’t kidding out that morning breath.” you both burst out laughing before you gently pulled out of him and took a shower together.

you loved waking up to choso by your side.

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hinatsu · 2 months

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yuuji’s cock would be so pretty, lenghty and girthy with a slight upwards curve, a pink flushed tip and heavy breeder balls. his balls are suuuppper sensitive and he'd cum just from sucking on them a lil, hands jobs would be so sweet, he'd tell ur doing such a good job stroking his cock in between desperate whines and cum so fuckin’ fast, and ofc even after he cums hes beggin u to keep going hshdhsh

and omg when you finally let him fuck you, he doesnt know what to do with himself. he chases orgasm after orgasm, doesnt care how red his dick gets from how much its being overstimmed, can only think about stuffing you so full of him

#AHHSHSHS I NEED HIM DESPERATELY.#dom!reader #sub!itadori #itadori x reader #jjk smut #yuuji smut #sub!jjk #itadori smut #jjk fanfic #sub itadori #sub jjk #yuji x reader #yuji smut

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femdomdiaries · 6 months

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Sub!Sukuna Headcanons

A/N: Strays from canon, no real smut just dumb takes. This is like a prequel to the fic that I’m supposed to be writing, kinda stuck so I’ve been working on other things too. Might post stuff out of order.

Sub!Sukuna who was praised and worshipped for being a strong Jujutsu sorcerer and maybe liked the attention a little too much

Sub!Sukuna who doesn’t realize that his lust for power stems from craving attention as well as admiring those with said power

Sub!Sukuna who compliments his opponents when fighting because his love language is praise and validation and he’s unaware that he’s subconsciously attracted to the strength and valor of his opponents

Sub!Sukuna who always took the dominant role in relationships because that was what was expected of him and none of his partners ever suggested otherwise

Sub!Sukuna who lost his desire to be in a relationship altogether because his partners wanted to be punished and degraded and he just could not get into it

Sub!Sukuna who treats sex like a chore, who just wants to get it over with because his post nut clarity never fails to remind him that he’s not really enjoying himself when he’s always in the dominant role

Sub!Sukuna who is an involuntary voyeur to everything Yuji does, so he experiences being a sub for the first time with you and it all hits him like a new drug

Sub!Sukuna who feels threatened by you, because he can’t piece together why you’re making him feel so weird, you’re not even that powerful by sorcerer standards, why does he feel like this

Sub!Sukuna who attempts to ruin the intimacy between you and Yuji by biting you when you’re within proximity and heckling you when you scold him

Sub!Sukuna who catches himself thinking about you, about how you edged Yuji until he cried, about how you cuddled with him afterwards, and it frustrates him

Sub!Sukuna who decides to take care of the problem once and for all, and abuses the pact to take control of Yuji’s body

Sub!Sukuna who fights you in battle but gets a bit distracted by you, (your attacks, the way you move without fear, the way you smell, etc) shies from your eye contact, and effectively fumbles the fight

Sub!Sukuna who gets hard after you pin him with your curse technique, and then retreats, leaving Yuji to wonder why he’s bricked up

Sub!Sukuna who doesn’t interfere this time when you’re helping Yuji get off

#jjk headcanons #sub!jjk #sub!sukuna #sub sukuna #sub jjk #dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #sub!character #sub!sukuna x dom!reader #sub!yuji x dom!reader #sub!yuji #sub yuji #sub!itadori x dom!reader #sub!itadori #sub itadori

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torutorubozu · 8 months

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i wanna fuck geto until his mind goes blank...

sub!geto x dom!reader

fucking geto so good the only thing he can think of is you. letting out slutty moans and saying your name over and over again like it’s the only thing engraved in his brain. seeing him gripping the bed sheet like his life depends on it as he lies on his back.

“[name]... [name]... hnnggh—”

you stop thrusting for a moment, “that all you can say, you dumb slut?” you harshly grab his face so he looks at you—mouth hanging and breathing shakily, his thighs were quivering so so much.

you grabbed his waist and thrusted once more, making him throw his head back, followed by a moan. “cute.” you coo, leaning into him and kissing his forehead gently.

you continue fucking him in a fast pace, making him squirm under you. your thrusts were deep and quick—it hurts so, so much but he didn’t want you to stop. because it felt so good to be fucked by you until his mind goes numb.

#.ᐟ :: fuu thirsts .#𓆩 :: jujutsu kaisen .#♡ :: geto suguru .#☆ :: geto thirst .#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sub!jjk #sub jjk #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #sub!geto suguru #sub geto suguru #sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #jjk smut

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starrierknight · 4 months

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╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

pairing— dom!gn!reader x sub!getou wc— 2.1k cws/tags— established relationship, AFAB!reader, praise kink, fingering, thigh jobs, underwear stealing & m!masturbation, mirror sex, (unprotected) p -> v, various positions, edging, voyeurism, oral (reader & character receiving), free use, toys, restraints (shibari)

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐀 is for 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 (what they’re like after sex)

Suguru likes to be pampered, and he likes to shower you with as much praise and reassurance as he can, even if his throat is a little raw.

He likes to cuddle and admire you immediately after, but he finds it difficult to be totally comfortable until both of you have bathed, eaten, and rehydrated. For Suguru, aftercare is as much as a ritual as sex is. He needs to see that you're taking care of yourself, that you're taking care of him, that you're being kind to yourself, that you're being kind to him.

It's very give and take—very, "I'll wash your back because I know you'll wash mine." Speaking of which, he likes taking a long soak in a hot bath with you as a form of aftercare. The skin-to-skin contact, the intimacy, and the routine appeal to him. He wants to count on you.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐁 is for 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

𝐇𝐈𝐒: hands

Suguru's hands, in his eyes, have much to do with him as a human being. They're strong, sturdy, large, capable—he knows that if you permit him to lay his hands on you, he can be good to you. He loves the way his long, thick fingers look as they rhythmically bury and retract themselves from inside you, the way you moan and clench around him while whispering praise through clenched teeth.

That being said, he discovered that he has come to like the way his hands shake and tremble when you bring him to bliss, the way a few veins bulge as he grips he bedsheets or your hair. He never considered that he might enjoy this side of himself, but you seem to see the beauty in it... So, why shouldn't he?

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: thighs

He can't help but love the way your thighs tremble when they are wrapped around his waist your his head when you're about to cum, knowing that he's doing well for you. The feeling if being wanted so viscerally by your body that it shudders is a reward, in his eyes.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐂 is for 𝐂𝐔𝐌 (anything to do with cum, basically)

Suguru loves to fuck your thighs. He loves the knowledge that he just so close to your pussy, to feeling you from the inside, and yet not quite there. It feels so good to tease himself and you, to watch how your eyes light up as his hips stutter and his fingers dig into the softness of your body.

And then finally, that sweet moment afterwards when his cum soaks the innermost softness of your thighs, and you're all his. Like his own, personal trophy—a testament to how much he wants you. That you're all messy, just because of him.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐃 is for 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Suguru steals your underwear, and he'd sooner die than admit it—regardless of whether you catch him in the act or not.

There's something attractive to him about how taboo it is that intrigues him, and that's why it begins. He had heard that some people stole their partner's underwear and never really thought too much about it until he gave it a try.

And then one afternoon, when you're not there, he wraps the softness of the then material around his cock and strokes. He imagines you wearing it, how it's been so close to you for such an extended period, rubbing against you so intimately, how it smells like you... And he cums so much faster than he usually would.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐄 is for 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced. Knows what he likes and what he expects, and he expects you to be as up-front with needs as he is.

Suguru was (canonically) popular in high school, even more so than Gojo was, so he definitely knows his way around the human body.

That being said, he has less experience with toys, other than vibrators. He's willing to learn if you'd teach him more, though. He's definitely curious.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐅 is for 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (this goes without saying)

Suguru is relaxed when it comes to different positions, so long as he can hold eye contact with you.

That being said, he really does love when you both fuck in front of a mirror and force him to watch it all happen. The added angle, the new perspective of how you ruin him so deliciously has him needy on a whole new level.

Roughly grabbing his chin to make him watch, or slowly coaxing him to see with sweet nothings—there's just something about having to confront his desperation for you that makes him moan just that little bit louder.

Honourable mention: cowgirl. He likes when he can feel the weight of you pressed against him and he can clearly see your face. The way he can hear your breathing pick up, and your hands scratching his shoulders.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐆 is for 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐘 (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? e.t.c.)

As it goes, Suguru is so focused on the moment that he isn't really inclined to make jokes or get the giggles. He takes his role in making you feel good seriously, and not much breaks his concentration. He'll save anything funny he thinks of to mumble to you during aftercare when he's half-asleep.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐇 is for 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? e.t.c.)

It matches. He's more inclined to grow out his pubes, but sometimes he'll just feel like shaving them for the hell of it. If you have any particular preference, then he'll make an effort to go with that most of the time. He's easygoing.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐈 is for 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Suguru wants to feel you everywhere, he can't get you close enough. He could kiss you more, touch you more, feel you more. He can't keep his hands to himself, caressing every inch of you he can reach, mumbling praise that gets increasingly incoherent the more he moans your name.

He would always have the intimacy over mindless sex. So, with this in mind, he does not do 'casual' well. Hook-ups feel unnatural. Sure, they satisfy that craving like you'd scratch an itch, but that's it. He wants to feel connected, he's searching for connection in every crevice of your body, whether he wants to or not. Suguru just can't bring himself to leave.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐉 is for 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅 (masturbation headcanon)

It's already been mentioned that he's an underwear thief, so let's expand.

Suguru cums too fast when he's got the soft cotton wrapped around his dick, his hips instinctively pushing into his fist and oh, God, it feels too good and he's made such a mess. His cum drips down his palm, sticky and wasted on the fabric, darkening the cloth and he's ashamed. How has it got to this point? He can't let it happen again.

But then it happens again—he's not the kind of man to learn his lesson the first time. He cums too fast, he regrets it, he wants to be inside you, he wants to hide from himself.

Again.

He shows more restraint, he barely lets the cotton or the lace brush against the leaking head of his cock, straining and weeping and so needy. He's good this time. Suguru is doing this for you. He knows you'd never let him cum so quickly. So he edges himself, gingerly curling his fingers around the length of it, his free hand caressing his chest as he slowly, slowly, slowly loses himself to you. But you're not there.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐊 is for 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 (one or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism. There's something about you existing freely, unaware of his gaze on you, in your natural state, that fascinates him. Suguru can't look away, not that he even wants to. It doesn't cross his mind.

But you do.

What are you thinking? He wants to know.

Suguru sees you and he wants to walk around in your mind, picking up each thought like an exhibit in a museum. He's watched you so much he can discern what subtlest of micro-expressions mean. It's only a matter of time before your thoughts orbit back to him, and then he'll be there, all smiles, all lips, all tongue. All you.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐋 is for 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere you won't be interrupted.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐌 is for 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (what turns them on, gets them going)

Suguru is the kind if guy to offer help and be reliable, and he's used to being there for others. The moment that you, unprompted, step up and help him with a task that he could do himself, he wants to give you the world. Because you thought of him.

You saw him, you thought of him, and the idea that he could be on your mind, you choose to do this for him, and now he'll give you the world. Or head.

He'll definitely give you head.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐍 is for 𝐍𝐎 (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything unsanitary, excessive pain play (he's not up for getting a black eye) & spanking you, being suspended in the air, and orgies.

More specifically, Suguru gets turned off when his partner is obsessed with their own performance to the point where they seek constant validation. He dishes out praise with no problems, his reactions speak for themselves—if he feels good, he'll let you know. You need to trust yourself as much as he trusts you.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐎 is for ��𝐑𝐀𝐋 (preference in giving or receiving, skill, e.t.c.)

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆: <- his preference

Suguru won't be rushed, he needs to have you as a whole, and just a taste won't do. Pious ministrations between your thighs that leave you gasping, keening out his name because you can't do anything else.

That's it, just keep your eyes on him, your mind on him. He's all yours, all you've ever wanted. Strong hands that grip your hips, urging you to press harder—begging you to indulge in the same hunger as him. Or maybe it's a thirst.

He licks his lips and savours each drop of you enough that it might be a thirst, but who knows? He'll have you raw.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆:

Moans and squirms away from you, good luck holding him down—he's strong. His face flushes with embarrassment. He doesn't know where to put his hands—your hair, your face—do you even want his hands on you? Will you punish him for it? Suguru loves you, it feels good, but he needs to be where you are.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐏 is for 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? e.t.c.)

The man oozes sensuality, regardless of pace, though do take your time with him.

Like, when you've got that look in your eyes, that desperate thirst to touch more than just his body—that's what drives him wild. Feeling wanted. Being wanted. It makes him want you just that much more, too.

Just hearing those quiet little gasps as he touches you in just the right place that drives him wild. Seeing your head tilted back as you close your eyes in pleasure, breath ragged and skin flushed—everything is worship if you're devoted enough.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐐 is for 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 (their opinions on quickies, how often, e.t.c.)

Quick and easy, no fuss, but low on his list of preferences. Prefers longer sessions where he can explore his partner and savour their reactions.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐑 is for 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊 (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? e.t.c.)

Yeah, he may or may not have, you know, massacred a village. However, he was just in a silly goofy mood. But not for sex. He's a fan of routine, and is slow to adjust to new changes. If you suggest something, be ready to explain in great detail why you like it.

(He may be playing dumb just so he can hear you explain why it turns you on.)

(He wants to hear what you'd do to him.)

(Won't you tell him?)

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐒 is for 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends. How long can you last?

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐓 is for 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒 (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Suguru is a big fan of vibrators, but particularly if you decide to use a bullet vibrator on him. If you feel like using toys on yourself, he's keen on touching you so he can feel your body tremble.

Paradoxically, he's a big fan of ropes (shibari) and being tied up. It's artful, it's vulnerable, and he's at your mercy. He can't get enough of it.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐔 is for 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 (how much they like to tease)

He takes it as a challenge to see how much teasing you can take before you cave in and fuck him. Every time.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐕 is for 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 (how loud they are, what sounds they make, e.t.c.)

Gasping out your name, loud groans when he tries to hold back from cumming too quickly, and breathy pleas and moans for you are very common. He talks as much as he can throughout it, letting you know how he's feeling and checking in to see how you are. So much praise, he'll do anything to spur you on.

Not loud enough to wake up a house, but loud enough to hear from the next room—if you live in an apartment building, then let's hope the neighbours are away often.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐖 is for 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 (a random headcanon for the character)

Free use. The trust of being freely available to you turns him on, it keeps him guessing, and the edge of unexpectedness because he'll be left wondering if he's on your mind. Suguru—for all the strength he possesses—is weak for that: you wanting him, and seeing you become desperate for him.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐗 is for 𝐗-𝐑𝐀𝐘 (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇: #BE9E8A 𝐓𝐈𝐏: #E5BDBD

Fully hard, he's 6.3 inches long (16cm) and 4.7 inches thick (11.9cm).

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐘 is for 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 (how high is their sex drive?)

It fluctuates, some days he can want to have sex multiple times a day, and other times it just won't be there at all.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐙 is for 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it were possible/hygienic, Suguru would fall asleep immediately. Still, after the whole aftercare ritual has finished and you've both cleaned up and unwinded, he'll cuddle up to you.

While he's quickly falling asleep, he might murmur a few funny things that crossed his mind while you both fucked. Good luck trying to discern what he's saying, though! He won't repeat it and he'll deny it if you ask him later. Spoilsport.

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vrisrezis · 8 months

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Yuta better than me if geto grabbed my hands like that I would fold so quick

Anyways more Yan! Geto x reader I’m very deranged

Normal Yan stuff but there’s a lot of like worship and treating reader like a god ,, slight nsfw geto is very subby in this! this gets into getou cult territory and again treating reader like his god but this is still a weird college au

Yan! Geto who starts becoming more and more obsessive as the years go by

Yan! Geto who gets more and more jealous, don’t be surprised when more people around you end up dying!

And while on the topic, if you manage to piss him off you’ll find their corpses in your house yourself!

Thankfully, he is very forgiving and it’s very hard to make him upset!

Yan! Geto who only truly gets pissed off at you if you are deliberately ignoring him, and no, it’s not in his head. He knows you’re ignoring him. He will make you regret doing that.

Yan! Geto who, despite how jealous he gets, would never kill any of your friends or any family because he understands how important those things are. He will make sure you know how he feels though.

Yan! Geto who would slaughter so many people if it meant you’d no longer suffer or be sad

Yan! Geto who regrets forcing you to see those rotting corpses when he was mad at you, because he’s worked long and hard to keep you away from that side of him, because it made you scared and upset and he doesn’t want to be the cause of your fear.

And so he never does it again, even when he gets angry!

Yan! Geto who does everything for you because he wants to make a good impact on your life, he needs to mean something. Even if it’s nothing much, it’s okay.

Yan! Geto who’s easy to use. He’s very susceptible to being manipulated, just say the word, you don’t even have to be nice about it! He is merely your servant, you are simply his god.

Yan! Geto who tries to make you laugh a lot, typically it works cause he’s funny but it never fails to make him blush.

Yan! Geto who has to stop himself from drooling at you in class.

Yan! Geto who has to stop himself from palming his clothed cock in gym class, watching you play football with satoru, nanami, and a bunch of other kids.

Yan! Geto who cannot play sports with you cause he ends up doing terribly whenever you’re playing, his knees buckle everytime.

Yan! Geto who worships the ground you walk on and worships the very air you breathe

Yan! Geto who is so intensely in love he calls you his god.

And as such he needs to serve his god in anyway he can

Yan! Geto who believes you are god but are far too humble about it, so he constantly does things to make you realize you have all the power in the world at your fingertips, even if you don’t realize it

Yan! Geto who’s heart practically explodes when you tell him to start finding other friends, you don’t want him to be lonely! You must really love him! But don’t fret darling, for you are the only one that cures loneliness and he could never get sick of you!

But once you become set on it, he manages to find a whole group of friends! Friends he’s gained the respect of, friends he has power over. He wouldn’t even say they’re friends, more like family. He of course, wants you a part of that, so he hands the power where it belongs, to you, a god. His god.

Yan! Geto hopes you’re grateful for the new family! He understands none of them are good enough for your graces, but he hopes you’ll give even them a chance. He spent so much time with them after all, and they’re lovely people! He knows that doesn’t mean much, coming from him. He’s far from lovely and so are these people when in comparison to you.

Yan! Geto will never let you go, for as selfish and as undeserving he is, he cannot let you leave his life. He understands it’s not fair to you, but selfishly he doesn’t care enough. He berates himself for it constantly, and doesn’t blame you when you do the same (he in fact gets off to it so please be mean to him)

Yan! Geto who becomes to convinced you’re a deity, he offers anything to you. While these can be things like food, candy, clothes, adorable stuffed animals and fun video games and even expensive pc’s, he eventually no longer feels guilt about mangled corpses showing up at your door, because he is convinced you want some sort of sacrifice, an offering for him not being good enough for you. He hopes this will suffice, please keep him around a little longer!

Yan! Geto will listen if you tell him to stop though, your wish is his command, after all. He exists to merely serve you.

Yan! Geto who worships you because of who you are. You’ve given him everything, you’ve given him life itself. He didn’t know what living felt like before he met you.

Yan! Geto who worships you for everything you’ve done for him. Every small kind gesture, even as simple as giving him a polite smile or holding open the door, sets his heart ablaze and has his body on fire. He yearns for you, and yet, he’s so aware that he’s not enough. No one is, quite frankly. But still… he’s the closest thing to being good enough, right?

Yan! Geto who could actually cum if you compliment him.

Yan! Geto who knows he should ask before being so clingy with you but he simply cannot help himself. You guys are a couple right? Even if you are so much more than him, you wouldn’t mind him suddenly grabbing your hand, would you?

Yan! Geto who thinks of you fucking him in the shower. He hears shower sex isn’t as pleasant as the movies make it seem, but he knows you could make anything pure bliss.

Yan! Geto is nothing but a toy to be used at your disposal, but he understands if you don’t want others to know what you do to him. After all, you must be so embarrassed of him. He’s done so many things considered to be down horrifically bad.

Yan! Geto who sees how much these lowly beings make you miserable. So he ends them. Not just them. He becomes convinced most people in the world only exist as not only a inconvenience but also to make you suffer, so he deals with them accordingly.

Yan! Geto who cannot stand the sight of people thinking they have the right to talk to you. They are nothing but the dirt beneath your shoe.

Yan! Geto who tells you everything he’s ever done has been for you. And he isn’t lying!

Yan! Geto is willing to strip himself of his humanity, his dignity, all for you to love him. But even then, while he hopes for you to, he doesn’t ask for it. He knows it’s wishful thinking. He wants your approval. Your smile, your laugh. He wants you to be pleased with him. He wants your heart, your mind and your body. He wants you to bare your entire soul to him, he wants you to be completely unburdened. He will do anything to achieve that.

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sporadic-gremlin · 8 months

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Gojo thinking it’s funny to slip an aphrodisiac into your drink and he’s giggling like a little girl when he drops you off home to utahime. he waves to utahime who scowls and helps you inside but her simply wrapping an arm around your waist turns you on. utahime who gets pinned to the wall and looks at you like you’ve grown three heads but you’re already getting on your knees and pulling at her clothes. utahime who tries to push you away because you’re obviously not in the right mind but you’re persistent to get a taste of her.

utahime who writhes against the wall and holds your head between her legs as you suck and lick at her clit. and while you’re having the time of your life, face wet and tongue buried in her pussy, utahime is swearing up and down that she’ll get you back for this (she won’t). utahime who thinks once she cums, you’ll be satisfied but really, hearing her sweet voice moan your name has only made the burning in your stomach brighter. you want nothing more than to see this woman a mess underneath you.

utahime who gets dragged to your shared room and watches you pull out a double sided dildo. utahime who drags her nails down your back because you’re fucking her so deep and she can’t run away. utahime who leaves a ring of her cum around the toy. utahime who ends up very sore the next morning because no matter how many times you came, you always wanted more and she has no choice but to take it. utahime who blushes furiously at the marks on her hips and thighs that you left last night and scowls at you when you smile at her sheepishly when you wake up.

I love utahime (wanna breed her so bad)

#jjk x reader #utahime x reader #sub!utahime #utahime smut #sub!jjk

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chaepink · 8 months

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thinking about...

submissive good boys that are head over heels for you and would follow your commands obediently with hearts in their eyes. they just want to be good for you and love when you praise then. they can cum from your praise and small touches of yours alone! its cute. don't degrade them too hard cause they'll cry and look at you with a pout, begging you to praise them again. they know when they've been bad to you and would take punishments so well whether its you spanking their ass until they're sobbing or edging them until they're begging you to let them cum. but it doesnt matter as they'll still let out cute, little 'thank you's for punishing them. they let out such adorable whines when you call them a "goodboy" as their face flushes red and dick hardens.

note: gives similar vibes of puppy boys tbh...

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entirelytoooobsessed · 5 months

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hi.

i offer you: sex worker toji. he lets you fuck him (till he's crying and all used up) for the money but gets addicted to your touch.

this was so much fun to write!!

warnings: amab dom reader, sub toji, marking, slight breeding kink crying, feelings

"ahhh~"

why did he have to look so damn pretty?

chest rising up and down in rapid breaths, pecs covered in marks, soon to be joined by more as your lips gravitated to his nipples-hard and the prettiest shade of pink as your teeth gently sunk into one, fingers pinching at the neglected other

"asshole," his hand weakly batted at the back of your head, useless as his hoarse voice and half-hearted glare. "i told you not to leave anything, i have another client afterrr-"

you speed up entirely too fast, leaving him trying to grasp onto the threads of reality, his words only breaking off into a prolonged whine, pathetic and needy as his fist grapples into your hair like a lifeline. "fuck-don't stop, don't stoooop~"

fuck-why does your dick have to be so big? fucking him open like none of the others do, splitting him apart and leaving a drooling dumb mess-his spent body writhing against yours even when he's used up and has nothing left to give, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him like it's your fucking day job.

like you're not the one paying an obscene amount of money to blow his back out.

"-nghh~" his body curls around yours, thick legs squeezing around your hips, strong arms clinging around your shoulders, pulling you into him, closer and closer. "shit, shit! i'm so close~ fuck don't stop!"

"you sound like a cheap whore, act like one too." you laugh, under your breath, between pants-fuck why was that so hot?

"f-fuck you-"

you didn't even dignify him with a response, pistoning your hips against his hard enough for the bed to start rocking.

skin slapping against skin, the lewd feeling of cum dripping down his thighs, the idea that tomorrow he wouldn't be able to even walk properly much less take a client in who knows how long since you've started fucking him like some untamed beast.

his head buried into the crook of your neck in exhaustion, panting in rhythm with the beat of your heart against his, in the pulsing of your dick inside of him. you're close. he knows your body too well not to know.

“j-just a little more baby," he couldn't help it, his eyes squeezed shut as you lifted his hips off the bed, gripping into his skin as you used his body like a toy, "...fuck, you feel so good, m gonna cum, gonna fill you up-” a ragged gasp hitched in your throat, moaning as his grip tightened and somehow you began to pick up the pace more-

"ahh, please, please, please-!" he was losing it, he was going to lose it. with tears tracking down his face and his body sore and used and bubbling over the top with pure ecstasy-all he needed now-all he needed now was. “please, fuck i need it, need your cum! wan' it in me so bad” he croaks, babbling and sputtering on his saliva.

your body tensed against his and a sob escaped his throat, long and ruined as you thrust once, twice more with a long groan as liquid warmth exploded inside of him, making him feel so hot and safe and-

you groan, long and deep, lips placed beside his ear as he clutches you to his chest further.

not letting you go.

never letting you go.

not if it was up to him a least.

"stay." you mutter, even if you know it's never worked to keep him before.

his fingers lazily tangle in your hair, glazed over green eyes looking up at the ceiling, unfairly long lashes fluttering as he fights the urge to squeeze them shut.

to fall asleep with you in his arms like this.

you told him you liked his eyes once, pushed his chin up so they'd meet yours as you commented on the shade. it made him blush and he hated it.

hated that you were able to tug on his heartstrings like that-like nothing. like you weren't just paying to use his body and nothing else. you didn't want him. you wanted sex with someone that just so happened to be him.

and it wasn't fair because he-...he...

wanted you without the money and the flashy cars and designer clothes.

and imagined you when he was with his other clients.

and was addicted the way that your fingers were still playing with his body like he belonged to you, slowly thrusting into him again with long deep strokes that left him shuddering. still careful to not overstimulate him as teeth nipped at the shell of his ear.

"stay with me tonight."

his mind was blank besides the sensations of your skin pressed against his, besides one small word that would change everything.

suddenly your nails dug into his hips, lifting and shifting him the way you wanted to-the way he would let you.

maneuvering him to straddle you, failing to hold back a smirk at his whine as your cock slipped out of him.

"c'mon baby," you weren't good for him. you and your cocky smile that made him want to ride you until he was dumb. your hands, holding him to your chest as you slowly dragged him over your dick, tip catching at the rim each time you glided him over your length. "you can leave in the morning~"

author's note: this is so messy😭it's written in different tenses and the grammar and sentence structure is shit but please excuse my 4am horniness for sexworker toji

and hopefully you enjoyed~ yet another short fic that i want to turn into a full one-but one day when i have more time!😭

#dom reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #dom!reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sub jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #sub toji #toji smut #toji x reader #sub!toji #sub!jjk #toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro #dom male reader #dom! reader

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lustychan · 3 months

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Sigh. One word. Desperate

Desperate boys that always try to get your attention even if you don't like them. Desperate boys who try to carry your books to class even if you tell them to fuck off, but they can't because they're obsessed with you and can't spend a day without looking or talking to you. Desperate boys who would sneak into your house when you're gone and steal your panties and use them for his pleasure and then return them because of the sick thought of you wearing them after what he did. Desperate boys who hate seeing you with other guys even if you don't know them and start to get "rid" of them one by one.

Yandere boys who only shows you a smile even when you stare angrily at him. Yandere boys who will keep provoking you until you snap and actually hurt him, but he feels happy when you look down at him with disgust. While you stomp your foot on his dick and tell him you always knew he liked you, and you knew he was the one always leaving gifts in her locker, and the one stealing her panties.

When he heard this he was shocked but couldn't stop himself from reaching his hand on your thigh and slowly inch up to your skirt but you stop him and instead roughly kiss him on his bloody lips and tell him to meet you after school, hearing this he looks at you with a love sick smile and says ok.

Characters??? Idk imagine whoever

Idk if this is good literally wrote it in one go cuz I was bored and I had an idea I'm new to writing soo

#sub!character #dom!reader #anime #smut #desperate #jjk #sub!jjk #subanime #sub mha #csm #jjk x reader #my hero academia #tokrev #top reader #csm x reader #x reader #dom fem reader

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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Sub!Sukuna (true form.. if you wish :D)

v, k, a and b

N$FW Alphabet Mini Event

(1/10)

Sub!Ryoumen Sukuna x Top!Male!Reader

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Okay, so... Sukuna isn't the loudest guy ever but, there are a few times when he's in subspace where he just doesn't care how loud or vocal he's being.

His mind goes fuzzy and his body tingles everywhere you're touching him, and he only cares about how good you're making him feel, and only then he's loud.

Mostly whines and mewls at the stimulation, his voice getting high-pitched when he's about to cum, making sure to moan your name for everyone to hear.

He just doesn't care, honestly, the possibility of someone hearing him only riles him up more.

K= Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

Sub Sukuna is an odd sight, and with it comes kinks you tend to forget he has.

With how big he is in his true form, and how small you look in comparison to him, he grew to quite like some powerplay and being forced into submission.

He enjoys being called degrading names, humiliated, and feminized. He's a sadist and a masochist, so impact play is a must when having sex, and that fact that he can cum only from having his dick slapped is- ugh, fucking sublime.

A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He lays on the bed, chest, and abdomen covered with his cum, body glistening with sweat, and he's constantly whining while you clean him up, mostly because bed still getting down from his high and his body is extremely sensitive, but he lets you clean his body and change the sheets, but he can't stand up and even has trouble sitting on the edge of the bed, so he groans at you to hurry up.

After you're done and you're both cleaned up, and at least wearing underwear, he drops his whole body weight on top of you, and you just chuckle, gently playing with his hair, and watching as he falls asleep.

B= Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Well, he definitely likes both his mouths, especially because he can kiss you and blow you while he does it, his body quivering under you when you fuck his mouth without breaking the kiss, moaning and groaning into his mouth while his mind goes numb from the feeling of his having his mouth fucked and because of the lack of air.

There's not a thing he doesn't like about you, but he loves the way you're able to keep his body pinned down to the bed, bent over, or pressed against the wall. Your strength, your arms, and your hands are what drive him crazy. You're just a mere human, a sorcerer, and he could get rid of you in a moment if he so desired, but he like the thought of having you as his sex toy~

#.zeke~#.lee's mini event.#sub!sukuna #sub!jjk #male reader #reader insert #x reader #ryoumen sukuna x male reader #ryoumen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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izuski · 1 year

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does anyone know where i can find some good dom!fem!reader fics ??? i feel like i’ve been looking forever but i’ve only found a handful 😩

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #izuku x dom!reader #dom!reader #dom!fem!reader #sub!shouto #sub!jjk #sub!gojo #sub!character #sub character #tw sub character

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torutorubozu · 8 months

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thinking of absolutely ruining gojo oh my god i need to fuck this man GOOD

sub!gojo x dom!reader

gojo trying his best to hide his cute crying face away from you… he tries his best to hide it, but his weak moans and sobs tell otherwise.

you slammed yourself into him once more, making gojo let out a high-pitched gasp followed by a sob.

“you cryin’ love?” you tease him, looking down at the white haired man under you. he only looks at you with angry tears running down his face.

#.ᐟ :: fuu thirsts .#𓆩 :: jujutsu kaisen .#♡ :: gojo satoru .#☆ :: gojo thirst .#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #sub jjk #dom!reader #sub!jjk #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #sub gojo #sub!gojo #sub character #sub!character #dom reader

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starrierknight · 5 months

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╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 — 𝐀-𝐆

pairing— dom!gn!reader x sub!gojo wc— 800 cws/tags— established relationship, AFAB!reader, pegging mentioned, brief dacryphilia, subspace mentioned

𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐀 is for 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 (what they’re like after sex)

Satoru insists on staying closer to you, saying he gets cold easily (despite feeling like a human heater), and you both know it's just because he wants to stay close to you. He likes resting his head on your chest as you both catch your breath, and he'll close his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face as he listens to your heartbeat calming.

Being Satoru, physical exertion is no real issue—his body recovers quickly. Emotionally speaking, he likes to check in with you, even if his throat is a little sore and it can be difficult to hear him. That's okay, he can just use it as an excuse to lean in closer. He wants to make sure that you had just as much fun as he did.

Loves gently trailing his fingers along your body, and he practically melts if you do the same, his eyes falling shut and sweet grin on his face. He whines and groans if you move too quickly; he knows that you should both bathe, you should both definitely hydrate and snack on something... But he can't help but want to indulge in the afterglow for just a little longer.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐁 is for 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

𝐇𝐈𝐒: shoulders

Satoru is proud of his body, his strength and all the work and hardship that fortifies it. He likes the way his shoulders look and how strong they are, he likes the way your hands and lips feel on them, and he loves the lovebites and scratches you leave across them.

He has a harder time admitting it, but he likes the way his shoulders shake when he cries and trembles. It's hard for him to find any pleasure in 'weakness', but that changes when he's weak for you.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: chest

Can you blame him? It's soft and warm and near your heart. Satoru sees your chest and he just wants to worship it, be it with mouth or hands. Loves sucking deep, dark hickies across the softest parts of it—you can tease him about being fixated on it and he won't deny it.

He gets hard just thinking about how your chest moves when you fuck him in missionary or mating press, or better yet when you ride him and his face is so, so close that he can see your chest heave for breath. Even more so if you fuck him from behind and he gets to feel it pressing against his back as he trembles underneath you.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐂 is for 𝐂𝐔𝐌 (anything to do with cum, basically)

Satoru is so, so, so fucking messy. He never tires of crying and begging to cum inside you (if he's been good, maybe you'll let him). Seeing a hot, sticky load leaking out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs makes him dizzy—he's more than eager to cum for you again just to see the sight.

Another favourite place for him to cum is on your chest. What can he say? It appeals to the more possessive side of him again.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐃 is for 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you two decide to move in together, he'll secretly judge the interior spaces to see how well they might accommodate you both if you wanted to fuck there. He tries to be slick about it, but the way he eyes up the kitchen counters or the shower or even the window sills is pretty telling. Everything has potential, he might as well think it over. He just tells himself he's being realistic.

The same goes for furniture. God forbid you try to keep a straight face while shopping for a new bed—he insists on trying out every single one in the shop, and he'll drag you to lay down on it with him. You and him have busted a few bedframes in your time, so it's better to be safe than sorry, right?

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐄 is for 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Satoru is no stranger to sex, and he had perfectly apt skills before you two were a couple.

That being said, you definitely opened some new doors for him after you got together. He considers himself a better lover now, and you certainly have no complaints.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐅 is for 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (this goes without saying)

Satoru prefers it if you can both see each others' faces. He wants to be able to see your every expression, and he wants to be sure that you get a nice view of his every reaction to your touch. If you're making him cry and beg for it, then he wants you to see!

Often, this ends up being cowgirl, lotus, or mating press.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐆 is for 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐘 (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? e.t.c.)

Let's be so fucking for real: this is Gojo Satoru we're talking about. D'you really think he can keep a straight face and be serious? Hell no!

Sometimes he'll whine out something particularly desperate and break out of subspace just to let out a small, self-deprecating laugh. If you both have a moment where your bodies come together and make a particularly lewd/loud noise, he'll get the giggles and maybe crack a joke.

this work belongs to STARRIERKNIGHT . please refrain from plagiarising any of my works and do not repost/translate/modify/copy onto any platforms.

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