𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 — 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

“if asahi’s not coming back, then neither am i”

SO WE’RE GONNA ACT LIKE THATS NOT GAY?? OKAY NISHINOYA. ur honor, he wants him.

I love her.

✎ beach day

- gojo satoru x reader

in which the three of you (you, your husband and baby) spend the weekend on the beach!

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—crack, absolute fluff and smut—domestic and dad!gojo being whipped for you and how you... might want a piece of him :D

note: to rosette nonnie, thank you for the idea😋 let us have some fluff (and smut) for the weekend <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Shh! Look at him!"

You know your husband is a dreamboat.

As much as a pain in the ass he is, Gojo Satoru is blessed with looks too good for his karma, and he really looks like he belongs to clubs and bars rather than a family man.

"My... such a fine body..."

And he knows it too... that's why he was showing his assets among the beachgoers—sporting his sunglasses, sucking a popsicle, and having his abs on display for all to see through his cardigan.

"Heh." Attention is something he craved and that might be a sin. Still, he was never a paramount of innocence anyway~

Actually, he was waiting for you to put your baby in his swimsuit near the ice cream parlor, and he planned to show both of you off to everyone too later.

Or at least that was what he thought.... until he saw you in flesh—

You, his one true bride, looked so damn tantalizing, wearing that skimpy swimsuit slash bikini while holding your adorable son in your arms, traversing through the crowd—who were gawking at you too.

Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Not his popsicle that fell from his grasp. Not those stares. Not those silent compliments or the starry-eyed girls. Just you in that fit, and the way your body just—

It made him think of unholy thoughts, like how you would writhe under him, for example.

"Do you like the sun?" you cooed at your smiling baby as he wiggled in your arms. "Ooh, so you love it!"

Satoru had always thought you were pretty, but now he realized he was wrong—you were drop-dead gorgeous, and you were his wife.

And now, everyone gets to see you like this. All those peasants.

When you approached him, his previous plan was forgotten and he acted without thinking. He yanked his cardigan, plucked his son from your hold and tossed the piece of clothing at you with an apprehensive expression. "Wear this!"

You gaped at him in surprise, barely catching the cardigan. "What? Why?"

"You're showing too much skin!" he exclaimed, his eyes beyond the tinted glasses hardening with conviction. "No way. That's not—" he struggled to find an excuse before settling on, "proper!"

"Proper?" Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at his claim before snorting. "Ha. Satoru, you—of all people—don't have the right to preach about impropriety!"

"Just... wear it!"

"No! I've been looking forward to wear this!"

Satoru pursed his lips into a very dissatisfied pout, and finally you could see the blush tinting his cheeks as he shifted his gaze away from you.

"You're hot as heck and I'm not letting them see your body, alright!? That's for me and my eyes only!"

You blinked once, then twice, and then thrice. It boggled you at how indignant your husband was about this matter.

Still, despite yourself, your heart skipped a beat, and somehow it thumped faster when you accidentally checked him out—now fully naked aside from his trunks. His sturdy body, meaty arms, and of course the happy trails—

It is a sight that usually graces your nightly wonders...

"Sigh..." you feigned a sigh, pushing the thought aside and hoping he wouldn't see how you had started to flush, putting on his oversized cardigan. "There, happy now?"

Your husband turned to you, assessing you from head to toe before awkwardly letting out a hum. "Hmph, better."

For a good ten seconds, neither of you said anything. Your cute baby looked between his parents with a visible question mark, and as if protesting, he pounded on Satoru's chest for an answer.

"Oof, what is it, little guy?" he glanced at the baby in surprise, finding his little blue eyes blinking at him. "Want to go into the water?"

"Mwa!"

"Right..." he cleared his throat and then looked at you again, his eyes darting everywhere too. "I'll play with him... so you, uh—"

"I'll wait under the parasol," you interjected, avoiding his gaze, before stalking away to the place.

You are married, for god's sake! You brushed the heat in your face for lusting after your husband...

But hey, is it so bad that you do? Gojo Satoru was your husband for many reasons like this one, right?

"C'mon, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Your baby whimpered even after Satoru placed him in a floaty. It was his first time in water that wasn't his bathtub, and he clung to the donut for dear life.

"You won't drown," Satoru reassured with a hint of laughter, wading in the shallow waters to steady him. "If you do, your mama will drown me in vengeance, so no need to be afraid, okay?"

Meanwhile, you were a few feet away witnessing the interaction between the two loves of your life, and found yourself naturally smiling as you watched how Satoru eased your son into the water.

Soon, they were giggling together when he splashed water to your floating baby. He looked carefree, as did your little one, and they looked so alike, eyes sparkling with the same joy, just like the vast summer skies above.

"Yay! Yippie! Not that scary anymore, is it?" Satoru asked with a grin, full of adoration fixed solely on his baby son, making you fall in love with him all over again.

And once again, you couldn't help but appreciate just how attractive he truly was.

"Look at him, look at him!" and it seemed you weren't the only one as you heard whispers near you, realizing they were talking about your husband. "He is hot!"

You eyed them with clear daggers, but the gaggle of girls didn't seem to notice and continued gushing. He might be a dashing husband and sometimes a weirdo to you... but to giggling girls in the distance, your husband looked like a very eligible bachelor or worse, a dilf.

A part of you felt petty all of a sudden, unwilling to let this go.

So, when Satoru brought your son from the waters and was about to take a rest under the parasol with you, you rose, seizing the opportunity to make a point.

"Sweets, hey!" he grinned, so proud and gleaming with joy as he pointed at your baby. "He isn't afraid of—"

But you caught him off guard. Blocking his way, you placed a hand on his wet chest, stood on your tiptoes, and then reached up—

"Mwah!" You captured his lips with a deliberate smooching sound.

At that moment, you completely forgot you were in a public space... especially when Satoru's other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he eagerly met your lips again in a passionate kiss the moment you pulled away.

How the two of you were seen by the other beachgoers, you didn't really care in the heat of the moment, too consumed by lust.

But of course, to them, you two painted the very portrait of a sinful husband and wife, as Satoru's other arm still propped the baby while the other held you in place, showcasing the undeniable intimacy.

And if only they knew what he whispered in your ear afterwards...

"You. Me. Later."

"Ahh..."

Pinned against the wall in the pristine bathroom of the resort where Satoru had booked for this beach trip, you could only keep gasping helplessly as he kept thrusting his hardened cock into you.

"You l-little minx— been trying to seduce me," he babbled, a confident smirk on his face as he pounded into you ruthlessly, hitting all correct spots.

Your lewd moans echoed off the bathroom walls as you held onto his shoulder, bodies pressed together in fervor. Standing before the mirror, you caught sight of your own expressions and Satoru's broad back, lined with scratches from your nails.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Your legs locked tightly around his waist, the heat in your lower belly building with each thrust. His fingers deftly undid the tie of your bikini strap, letting it fall to the floor. Without hesitation, he buried his face in the valley of your breasts next, causing you to arch your back.

"Mm, so warm here," he murmured, before sucking hard to leave a mark, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from you.

"You... can't hold... yourself back, huh?" you panted with a smile, squirming in his hold and digging your nails into his back. "How are you... this hard even without... foreplay?"

"Who needs foreplay w-when I have a wife this pretty?" he retorted, and you let out a breathless groan when this time, he sank himself into you deeper than before, feeling your walls clamping down on his heavy cock.

The way the coil in your belly almost burst but didn't at the same time made your vision swim. "Go f-faster... then!"

"Naughty..." his eyes glinted with obvious mischief as he looked up at you, before his voice became lower, your hot breaths setting his groin ablaze. "As you wish, wifey."

In the next one minute, you were almost screaming his name as his length dragged along your cervix mercilessly, your husband doing what he does best— rutting into you.

And then you shuddered, your fingers curled into the skin of his back as his hot seeds flowing inside your womb in a rush, before you went limp against him.

"Ow, that hurts," he muttered, half-amused by how you scratched him a little too deeply this time, but immediately concerned when he saw how drained you were. "You okay, sweets?"

"Mm-hm..." You were incoherent, pressing your eyes shut and leaning against his shoulder, feeling the excessive warmth and fullness in your lower belly after receiving his cum.

The sight of you so blissed out like this elicited a fond smile in his face. “Look at you, our baby will be worried if he sees his mama so tired like this. Papa must do something…”

You cracked an eye open, unamused. “You’re trying to pull the papa card now?”

“Well, what can I say? I’m a great papa after all, and an even greater daddy— you know it.”

Satoru kept his smile as he slowly pulled out of you and held you in a princess carry, letting you lean into him.

“Now get your rest, yeah? Will meet you later in this pretty bathroom tonight for round two so baby can get his sleep and mama is kept satisfied~”

BIRTHDAY BOY !! Inumaki Toge !! 💜

I just bought my first push up bra! I’ve never bought one because I always feel like I’m lying if I wear one lol. But then I think about what if Yuuji was sitting outside the dressing room waiting for me to show it off, then I don’t feel so bad

Yuuji x Reader. 18+. Smut. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

Aaaaah, underwear shopping with Yuuji would be so good! He is so invested! So full of praise and so turned on. You open the door of the dressing room just enough to show him the push-up you tried on, asking if he likes the color, and Yuuji's eyes become so big, his mouth hanging open and almost drooling as he stares unashamedly at your tits.

It takes about five seconds before you get ushered back into the dressing room, this time joined by a very in-love and very horny Yuuji, who moans in your ear, "Fuck, cutie, I am the luckiest guy in the world," while his large hands wander all over your half-naked body, touching, caressing, pushing the panties that match your new bra to the side.

He fucks you right there in the narrow dressing room, in front of the mirror, in which he hungrily watches your tits jiggle in your pretty new push-up bra. So plump, so bouncy, driving him crazy, just like your cute ass usually does. Maybe if Yuuji fucks you fast and deep enough, he can even make them spill out of your new bra💗

my babies ☺️

Atsumu, throwing his head into Sakusa's lap and looking up: Omi-Omi, tell me I'm pretty.

Sakusa, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you're.

Reader x okkotsu, a date where they wear a short skirt or dress that makes Yuuta worry (wish) that his underwear will be seen, to his relief (disappointment), his girlfriend was wearing shorts so nothing could be seen. But it's too late because he's already horny and needs to know what they're wearing under those shorts.

yes yes YES

pairing: reader (f) x bf!Yuta (aged up)

warning: eating out, sex in a changing room

a/n: my first yuta prompt, im so excited! i hope this makes yall proud

It was plaguing Yuta's mind as his eyes narrowed at the closed bathroom door.

Behind that door housed the sounds of you getting ready. He could hear you sing along to the music you were playing, supplemented by the noises of your makeup being picked up and put down. His hands were pressed flat against one another and wedged between anxious (and eager) thighs.

He eagerly listened to the pit pats of your feet as you pulled up your skirt. Yuta was taking you out on a date, and knew you had plans to wear something short as it was quite hot in Japan. Although wearing those kinds of outfits made him nervous, he'd never stop you from wearing what you wanted.

To him, you were the most attractive woman in the world. Considering all the curses he's forced to meet, you were the sun that cleared his clouds. But your beauty made him nervous, as every thought he has of you being out on your own would make his mind wander terribly.

"I'm ready!"

His head lifted, eyes perked up and wide as the smell of your perfume came front and center at his sense. You were dressed comfortably in a flattering crop top, with short denim shorts and white trainers. You did your makeup and hair to your usual preference and a wide smile decorated your lips.

You gifted him a cheeky wink, "lets go!"

You could feel Yuta's aura. It was... peculiar. Although he gave you smiles whenever you looked at him, his eyes were distant, and so was his head. His hand was tighter than usual around yours, but he wasn't quite as guarded.

Unknown to you, Yuta's feelings were going through war. His anxiety ran rampant up from the thought of everyone seeing just a sliver of your ass. One thing about Yuta: he couldn't stand when men looked at what is his. He'd glare at any man who even glanced at you by happenstance. However...

As he walked behind you, the idea to see your ass outside was exhilarating. It already looked delectable in your skirt, but the idea of you just bending over to see your clothed treasures was enough to send him into heat. A bulge made home in the tent of his pants, and Yuta remained crimson in the face.

But the very moment you bent over slightly from dropping a gum wrapper, Yuta bit his tongue. The hem of a black pair of shorts made its presence known, and practically mocked the aroused sorcerer. Although his heart was relieved, the bulge in his pants twitched in slight annoyance.

He anticipated to see these lacy panties, or a thong that disappears between the crevice of your cheeks. Despite his previous nerves, he hungered for the teasing power of your itty bitty skirt. He was beside himself, feeling embarrassed that he was having such thoughts as you two were being seated at the restaurant.

"You're so red, babe," your words were soaked with worry. You quickly take the pitcher and pour him a cup of cold water. Sliding the glass over, you huff at him, "please drink some water."

Later on, the two of you found yourself in a small shopping area. Yuta would never say no to you, and you lead the way to browse in all the shops. Between boutiques, Yuta tried to make the most of the fresh air. His boner would not relent, and he didn't know how to calm it down. So long as you were present, his libido would not tame.

"Let's go in here-- I heard they have new skirts in stock!"

Your boyfriend followed you promptly, always remaining by your side or near you as your excitedly picked out a few pieces. Looking over at your tall boyfriend, you transfer the stack into his arms and force him to follow you towards the changing room.

"Don't feel rushed, peach," Yuta hums as he places the clothing on the bench in your selected changing room. This boutique was very laxed as there wasn't a worker or guard assigned at the changing rooms. So Yuta being able to join you in the changing room is always fun. "Try on everything you'd like."

"You're too sweet on me," you say happily, cupping his cheeks with your hands to press a kiss on his lips. You pick up a few of the skirts you picked out to fix them onto the hooks on the wall.

As you did, Yuta helped himself to the free side of the bench, stretching his long legs after the good deal of walking you two have done. But the moment his azure eyes were met with your ass, he knew he was done for. He watches your delicate hands make its way to the hem of your skirt. Lifting it up for more access, you wedge your thumbs between your hips and the shorts that Yuta had long villainized.

Yuta desperately covers his mouth, trying his best not to let out a moan. But your mindless actions were worsening the state of his cock. He dared not make a sound and stop you from discarding those damned shorts. They finally slid down and dropped to your ankles, revealing your black, lacy thong. Once you put your fingers between your ass and your thong to pull it out a bit, Yuta couldn't contain himself.

"y/n," he begins quietly, "can I ask a favor?"

"Anything," you reply sweetly.

You felt large hands attach themselves to your ass, with his thumb dragging your thong out of your ass, and to the side. His sudden, amorous actions shot pangs of heat to your flower, knowing what was gonna happen next. With how small the changing room was, you were able to lean comfortably against the wall before you.

A cold tongue introduces itself to your warm flaps, lapping at the small pool of juice he caused. You press your forehead, too, against the wall, trying to keep still from the excitement. You two rarely did risqué things like this, as Yuta was always sharp and too socially conscious. But you guess he finally cracked.

"a-ah... babe..." raspy moans slip out. But you couldn't help yourself. The way the tip of his tongue circled around your clit. The way you felt his lips purse to suck your cunt. His hot breaths were tantalizing, wanting more of him. "please...!" Your breath hitches.

"please try and keep quiet, my love," Yuta warns in a whisper. His fingers dent into your cheeks and hips, his lips leaving sloppy kisses on your ass and around your flower. "i know this isn't the place or time but... you and these damn shorts.."

"eh...?" You whisper, slightly looking back before you arch your back when Yuta dragged his tongue against your bud. Your warm honey slowly seeped out as Yuta drank every drop as if it was expensive wine. The wet sounds of him eating you out kept bringing you closer and closer to your climax. "lovey, m'so close... please..."

"mm, you taste so good, pretty girl," he groans against your folds. "stay still for me." He lets you go, allowing you to look over at the mirror to get a good look at your boyfriend. Yuta, ever the silly man, scrambles to loosen his belt buckle and zip down his pants. His stiff cock flings itself out, earning a grunt from a very horny Yuta.

Finding his place back on your ass, he pulls your thong to the side. In moments, he guides you down to sit right on his cock. The both of you let out a throaty sigh of relief, your back pressing comfortably against his solid torso. The hard shaft filled you up lovingly, feeling your warm walls hug him desperately. His shaky sighs tickled your neck, but you cupped your hands to ensure that not a sound left your saliva-coated lips.

"are you ready?" Yuta whispers in your ear. You nod, watching as his hands hold you from underneath your thighs. With a firm grip, Yuta begins to lift you up and drop you down on his cock. It took him quite a lot of strength, but fucking you was a necessity for him at this time. Your eyes looked over at the mirror, watching Yuta's side profile as he focused on fucking you.

His mouth was open, lips agape and in awe at the feeling of your cunt taking his cock. Veins protrude from his neck, with beads of sweat beginning to form. His usually neat hair was now messy, as the movement made his body jump lightly. But you noticed his dark azure eyes remain glued to your ass, the hunger evident in his irises.

Realizing this, you wanted to spoil him and give him a treat. That desire was also coated with selfishness, as you wanted to see his face when you bounced on his cock. "b-baby, let me..." you struggled to let out, your hands finding their way to his forearms. Yuta stops, leaning forward to meet your gaze.

"peach?" His innocent tone in your nickname shot an arrow through your heart.

He (painfully) lets you go as you adjust yourself a bit on his lap. You lean more into the wall, your palms pressed firmly against it. Without another minute wasted, you begin to grind down on your boyfriends cock.

Yuta was in ecstasy. "-sh-shit... fuck...!" His nails dug into the bench, his head thrown back in pleasure. You kept your eyes glued to the mirror, eating up the sight of your horny boyfriend in pure bliss. His own eyes try to stay on your ass. The way it bounced on his member, the jiggles and waves on the roundness of your bum. "you're so sexy, so --perfect..."

You speed up, forcing Yuta to grab and bite down on the collar of his usual white shirt. His teeth gritted down on the fabric that separated them, attempting (and failing) to keep himself from finishing. His cock slid in and out of you, his tip softly dragging along your entrance. It twitched and curved reverently between your walls, teasing your g-spot with every bounce.

"shit, shit-- y/n!" His delayed hands grab your ass, squeezing down tightly as his warm load fills you. You sit down on his cock, your back meeting his torso once again as you finish moments after him. The two of you attempt to repress your heavy, relieved breaths as Yuta's hands lovingly rub along your thighs.

"baby..." you struggle between breaths, "what got into ya? You'd never... take me in a place like this."

Yuta's face was flushed, and he stubbornly looks away from the mirror. "I will buy you everything you want from this store if you promise to stop wearing those stupid shorts under your skirt. At least, when we are out together."

Without further questioning, you immediately nodded, "your wish is my command, Yuta."

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚓𝚓𝚔 𝚡 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚞 🇲🇽

>> gojo, yuuji, megumi, and inumaki x latina!reader

>> fem-implied reader, reader is mexican/mexican-american coded

! gojo

! yuuji

sorry there’s a lil mistake on this one, the duplicate text is supposed to be from yuuji

! megumi

! inumaki sorry this one’s in dark mode LMAO

>> divider by @agsthv

happy hispanic heritage month to all the latin baddies out there!! sorry this is so super late, i just wanted to get this out before the celebration ended. i might end up making a part 2 if i think of any more ideas. i rlly wanted to make something for the latina community bc i feel like i haven’t really seen a lot of stuff for us in the anime fandoms (or maybe i just haven’t looked hard enough, idk). either way i wanted to make something for us!! that being said, this does speak directly to my own experience as a latina and i know every one of us is unique in our experiences so sorry if this isn’t entirely accurate to you! i made this for me and anyone else who would enjoy it <333 love,

- kitty!

Inumaki Toge Drabble

In which the first years find out you're engaged, and to whom.

" You're already engaged?!" 

Nobara Kugisaki's mouth is wide open as she grabs your hand, studying the ring that fits you taste.

You smile at her reaction as you nod, allowing her to look at it. 

Today, you, along with the other second years, are training the first years, as Gojo was sent off to a mission. 

Currently, everyone was seated on the lush ground.

Nobara can't see it, but from opposite you, Toge grins, his blush and expression hidden behind his high collar.

" Why? You're so young! He must be amazing if he managed to pull you!" 

You blush at her words.

" Thanks. It started out as an arranged marriage actually."

" What?- Wait so you don't love him? Do we need to help you get rid of him and escape?"

Nobara is serious, and you can't help but snort.

" Ah, don't worry-"

Your gaze shies away, the hand she's holding pulling away as you pluck at the grass below you. You blush as you continue to speak.

" We might've started out arranged, but we've fallen for each other along the line."

Nobara blinks, taken by surprise.

" How long have you known each other?"

" Since halfway through middle school. We were introduced with the announcement of our marriage."

" I see. When are you getting married?- Oh, I'm invited too, right? Do you need a maid of honor?"

You smile at her enthusiasm.

" We're set to marry once we graduate. And of course you're invited. Maki's already my maid of honor though."

From beside you, Maki smiles.

Meanwhile Nobara's eyes widen in realization.

" Once you both graduate? Your family is a Jujutsu clan right?!-"

" Are you going to marry Panda?"

Everyone turns to Yuuji with an obvious questioning expression in their eyes.

From beside him, Megumi smacks him upside the head.

" No, idiot. She's engaged to Inumaki." 

Yuuji whines as he holds his head.

" That was my second guess."

Nobara blinks between the two of you. Opposite you, Inumaki gets up, moving over to plop down closely besides you. You smile as he does so, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek in greeting.

This time, everyone notices the blush on his cheeks.

" No way! You?!"

You're not sure if that's a negative or positive reaction.

" Salmon."

" Is there something wrong?"

Nobara hurriedly shakes her head.

" No, I just didn't know. I'm surprised. I've rarely seen you two sit beside one another in class, or spar together, or do anything together except for eating lunch side by side, so- and how do you even communicate?"

You grin at her. From behind his pulled up collar, Inumaki does the same.

" We've been dating since before Jujutsu Tech. We know each other well and respect each other's space. Besides, our class is small, and we already hang out a lot outside of class as well. Besides, once you're together for long enough, you kind of just know how to communicate without communicating, you get me?"

Nobara's looking at you with wide eyes, obviously intrigued by this newfound information. 

" So you're basically already married?"

You and Toge exchange looks, the both of you shrugging.

He picks up your hand which was resting on the ground, holding it in his lap as he messes with the engagement ring he willingly got you. Just like every clan marriage, it was mostly meant for on the papers. To continue the bloodline eventually. He had never been given a ring to give you, and you never asked for one.

Nonetheless, he's happy he did, proud to show you off and already be able to call you his.

" Almost."

[A/N: Lowkey crave a full blown story for Inumaki in an arranged marriage au tbh.]

I JUST REALISED I CAN DRAW AND I CAN DRAW MY SELFSHIPS OHHHH THIS IS GNA BE SO GOOD