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[blvck-cherrie]

filthy whispers

summary: set in a modern, no curses AU, suguru geto is an anonymous ns/fw vocal talent (asmr-tist) known as @/tasteofcurses or "TC" . a competition is held in which the winner gets an hour long custom audio...who will win the coveted file?

wc: 3.5k // pairing: suguru geto x female reader

cw: smut, afab reader, college-age or post college reader, female body parts mentioned, power imbalance, pet names (girl, pet, sweetie, darling, sir), phone sex, dirty talk (mentions of tit fucking), mutual masturbation, mild degradation, praise. MINORS DNI

a/n: for @kazushawty's milestone collab! i didn't really proofread it so i'm sure the flow is not so great, but i needed to get this out so i can work on my hobie oneshot for my summer event lol

It would be easier to tell people you had some fucked up fetishes or kinks. When your college friends would joke about how crazy their sexual escapades would be, you would nod and laugh along, but there was always an anxious undertone to your giggling. For some reason, you had set yourself up in your friend group as the person who had nothing to lose, that you were always honest about your preferences and lifestyle. 

But there was one secret you were going to take to the grave. 

You paid for porn. Well…you paid for a specific type of porn. From one person. Videos didn’t do it for you, seeing all the faked facial expressions of adult film stars turned you off immediately. But a high quality audio of a man whimpering and moaning as he jerked himself off to completion? Now that was your jam. 

After discovering @tasteofcurse’s content several months ago on a forum for NSFW audio enjoyers, you were obsessed. His real name and face was unknown, but his loyal fans called him ‘TC,’ so you went along with it. After lurking for months and following his posts, you subscribed to his exclusive content site at the second highest tier so you could have access to all of his long form files, along with his weekly short moaning audios. The theming on his website was impeccable, each subscriber tier was described as a level of cult follower, with him being the leader. From follower, to monk, all the way up to high priestess and god (a joke tier that was not meant to be purchased, due to its extreme price point). You were one of his “high priestesses” and you took that title seriously. 

A part of you understood that the level of parasocial relationship between you and this man was borderline unhealthy. But you couldn’t help it - his posts were so provocative, and his voice. His voice was so lush and warm. His performances as a dominant and submissive man were equally impressive, and it really came down to how you were feeling that day. Sometimes, you would love it when he whimpered “mommy, please” before begging to cum, hearing the shlick shlick shlick! of his lubricated cock before he broke down in laughter and tears. Other times,  when he degraded the listener, grunting things like “you gonna cum for me, pretty slut?” and hearing his voice dropping an octave would get your panties in a twist. It became almost a daily ritual for you, to come home from a long day at work, pull out your favorite sex toy and a pair of headphones, and listen to TC’s audios until your legs were shaking. 

So when you saw that he was running a contest to make custom content for a lucky fan, you had to participate. 

It was a fair giveaway - everyone could get up to 3 entries max. You entered, just like everyone else. And you didn’t expect to get anything - the odds of winning were astronomically low, since you were competing with thousands of other rabid fans for the chance to get some free tailored content. Usually @tasteofcurse’s custom audios would run upwards of a hundred dollars, and that was not something you could justify having on your credit card statement. 

The surprise that awaited your email weeks later was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. 

Subject line - Congratulations! You won @tasteofcurse‘s giveaway!

You double checked that it wasn’t spam, that it wasn’t some practical joke as you read the rest of the email five times in as many minutes. 

Email: Congratulations ___! You have won a custom hour long audio. Your proof of winning is in this email. Screenshot this, along with the attached verification number below, and you may message me anytime between now and a month when this message was sent. Results may take anywhere from 1-3 weeks depending on his recording schedule. 

Best wishes,

TC

You fell back onto your office chair, swiveling around a few times. TC was notoriously a flirt with his fans, always liking and replying to long-time listener’s thirst posts about him. Of course you were among that crowd, and the few times he had liked your comments, or send back a black heart emoji were enough to change your whole mood for the day. But this? This felt more like a curse than it did like a blessing. After quietly screaming into your pillow, you finally worked up the courage to screenshot the email and figure out what to say to him in his DM’s.

___: hi! i received an email saying i won your giveaway! here’s the verification number and email 

[screenshot attached]

It took a few minutes before a message popped up, but sure enough, he responded in a timely manner. 

TC: hello! awesome, thanks so much. i can’t wait to make something for you :) 

The brief message made your heart flutter. This was your first time interacting with him in a truly private scenario, and you figured it would be best to play it safe, just be polite and courteous. 

___: haha wow, thanks! what kind of info do you need from me? 

TC: just some basic stuff, like your name, what pet names you prefer to be called, stuff like that

Your screen name differed drastically from your legal name, but since this was a private audio meant only for you, you figured it would be safe enough to share just your first name. After telling him all the info he asked for, he gave you a thumbs up emoji. 

TC: oh and if you’re comfortable, you can send me a picture of you if you like. it helps me if i can describe your features instead of using vague descriptors like i normally do. in this case, i’ll be more specific >:) 

The little devious smirk emoji made you chuckle. But also the thought of sending him a picture of you made you nervous. After scrolling through your camera roll, you chose a recent photo of you on a vacation, wearing a pretty off-shoulder sundress standing in a hotel room balcony. 

___: [image sent]

TC: …

Three dots?! Was he trying to kill you? You immediately began to regret your decision, and started to frantically type an apology. But before you could hit send, another message came in. 

TC: oh, this will be easy. you’re already hot to begin with. expect a file within the week 

Your knees hurt from hitting the ground so hard. Your phone clattered on the ground, as you banged your fist several times and silently screamed to yourself, hands gnarled in a claw shape. The anticipation of waiting was already beginning to twist your stomach into knots - but after the initial anxiety wore off, a craving feeling began to settle. The reality was closing in, and all that you could think of was waiting for that notification to pop up.

The email came in six days, as promised. The notification came while you were in the bathroom at work, and it took all your willpower to shout right then and there. You muffled yourself by biting your hand, and immediately clicked on the audio link to see how long it was.

1:02:35. Holy. Fucking. Shit. 

But your eagerness did not pay off at that moment, because it began to automatically play, with your phone at half volume. 

“Hi, baby.” A deep, restrained greeting came from your phone speakers, panic washing over your body as you fumbled with the volume button to shut it off. You had to wait until your shift was over, but time passed agonizingly slow. But as soon as you finished your work for the day and made it back home safely, you kicked off your shoes, dropped your bag on the ground and almost slammed the door as you ran to your bedroom. In a fit of arousal-induced frenzy, you unbutton your shirt, kick off your work slacks and wildly search for your trusty pair of wireless headphones. After checking to make sure it had enough battery, you connected it to your phone, and slide into your covers and cozy up, sheets pulled all the way up to your chin. 

“You want it badly, don’t you? I can tell how needy you are, ___.”

A gentle, dominant voice filled your ears and you blushed profusely as he began to set the scene. You were to be his special plaything for the night, as he promised to make you feel so good you wouldn’t want to get up the next morning. Several minutes had passed, and you could hardly wait any longer, reaching down to touch yourself through your underwear. A wet spot had formed, and you whimpered as your slick formed a wet spot on the fabric. 

“I love that you think about me late at night when you’re all alone—touching yourself to my voice.” All outside stimuli began to fade as you were getting lost in his dulcet tones. But a loud ding! from your phone interrupted your fantasy and you groaned in frustration. 

New message: TC

are you enjoying the audio?

Truly, out of all the people you wanted to hear from, he was simultaneously the best and worst person. But you sighed, and paused it to answer his message. 

___: i just got started. thanks for interrupting me lol

The sass in your remark was maybe not the best decision, but you did not want to waste any more time. You muted your phone, and tried to keep listening. A few seconds later, a message floated on the top of your screen. 

TC: haha, nice attitude. can i watch?

Time seemed to halt to a grind as your heart began to pulse faster. Before you could even question the reality of your situation, a phone number popped up shortly after. Your thumb was slightly shaky as you clicked on the message, forgetting that by doing that, it would call said number. 

“NOPE!” You shouted, and immediately hung up, throwing your phone on the top cover. You couldn't handle it. The thought of hearing his voice over the phone was almost too much for you. Another text popped up on your screen. 

TC: i saw that call. do you need a minute ;)

You crawled out of the covers to read what he said, a groan falling from your lips. A difficult decision rests on your mind - the decision to decline or ignore his messages and listen to the audio that you know will give you pleasure, or…call him like he asked. The consequences of said call being totally unknown. 

The latter was chosen, as your finger hovered over, and eventually re-dialed the phone number again. A few seconds passed by, and the call went through successfully this time. 

“Aw, you really are a good little girl, huh?” His phone sounded different over the phone, but it was him alright. You laughed nervously, but said nothing, which prompted a short chuckle from him. 

“So, umm–” You trailed off, trying to figure out what to say. “How-how would this work, exactly? You called me over audio, not video.” You said, snuggling back into the covers again. 

“Oh, she has a cute voice and she’s smart, too.” Your shoulders shivered as he somehow managed to give you praise in a mocking tone. “You may call me Suguru, by the way.” 

Suguru. That’s a pretty name, you thought as he began to give you slow, detailed instructions. After asking if you had a laptop and some wireless headphones, Suguru requested that you connect your headphones to your laptop, and restart the audio through there. He hung up, and redialed through video again after you successfully set up according to his plan. His camera was off however, which you were a little bummed about. 

Even though you couldn’t see him, the anticipation of listening to the whole thing was killing you. And he was going to watch you? You wanted to masturbate so bad, but you were so afraid of crossing an unspeakable boundary with him. He let you know that before you put on your headphones, that he would text you to alert you of anything, since you wouldn’t be able to hear him. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing from this situation. 

You ended up getting comfortable on your bed again, and restarted the audio on your laptop. His voice filled your ears again, the lilting rich baritone of his words just drifting and floating you into a realm of pleasure. Around ten minutes go by, when a text pops up on your screen. 

S: do you like it? 

You look at your phone camera directly, and take off your headphones. “I’m enjoying it a lot!” You squeak out, flashing him a meek smile. You reach over to pause the audio, and another text pops up. 

S: then why aren’t you touching yourself 

The breath was stolen from your lungs as your head filled with poor attempts for excuses. He had a good point, but the idea of masturbating in front of a stranger, especially online, was very nerve wracking. 

“I-I-uh-” You stuttered over your words, pulling the right headphone on your ear. “I wasn’t s-sure if y-you were o-ok with it–” 

“Why else do you think I wanted to video call you?” You heard him from the phone, and despite it being a question, he phrased it like a statement, with a teasing lilt that sent pure adrenaline running through your veins. “Did you think I wanted to watch you stare at your laptop for an hour?” He chuckled, tsk-ing you like you were being disciplined by a school teacher. 

“Everything that I ask you to do in the audio, I want you to show me. Show me how you do it. Show me how you touch yourself.” The command rang through your ears, but you nodded slowly, and acknowledged his instruction as you put your headphones back on and unpaused the file. 

Only a few seconds later came the first request. Suguru in the audio asked you to take your shirt off, and as you did, you pulled off your top and saw your phone screen change. He turned on his camera, adjusting the angle so that it would show only him from the shoulders down. But what you could see was dark hair, slightly wavy at the ends touching his sculpted chest, and a stunning chiseled stomach. The voice in your ears told you to massage your tits, pretending that it was him pulling and twisting your nipples under the fabric of your bra. Completely lost in Suguru’s commands, you cupped your breasts, pinching the nipples and mumbling a quiet “Oh shit!” as you ogled the tiny body shown on your screen. 

More curse words tumbled from your lips as you groped and fondled your boobs, but you refused to remove the undergarment until you heard approval to do so from your headphones. The mouth noises Suguru were making in the microphone were divine, sloppy and messy as he pretended to kiss and suckle on your nipples. Your eyes scrunch shut as little pants fall from your mouth, focusing only on the pleasure of your actions and the words Suguru was feeding you. 

“Ugh, I wanna pull out my cock and fuck your tits baby–” The voice became closer as Suguru moved towards the microphone, in an attempt to recreate the feeling of his lips whispering on your ears. “Do you wanna see my cock, huh baby? Wanna see my big thick cock make a mess on your perfect tits?” 

“Yes please, I wanna see your cock.” You answered out loud. “Please show me your cock Suguru, I wan’ it sooo bad.” Drool escaped your mouth a bit, as you moved your hands lower to grip the sheets and squeeze your thighs a bit. The Suguru on your phone obliged, quietly moving his camera so you could get a peek of his dick. His tip was flushed red, appearing shiny with precum - it was enough to get you to start performing for the camera as well. You pushed your boobs up and massaged them so that Suguru would have a very nice view, letting every moan out with full confidence. 

“Oh fuck, thank you s-sir.” The sudden use of an honorific made Suguru’s eyebrow raise on the other side of the screen, but he chuckled and let you continue. He loved watching you pleasure yourself - even though he couldn’t hear where exactly in the recording you were, he had a general idea of how far along you were. He began slowly rubbing a thumb over the tip of his dick, just sighing heavily and letting himself fall into the same lust that had already taken over your body, possessing you down to the soul. 

In the audio, Suguru had already fucked your tits and made a mess as promised, complimenting you on how pretty you looked with his cum all over you. “Ahhh fuck, sweetie that felt so good. You’re doing so good for me, I bet that pussy is dripping for me, huh?” You whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Show me that pussy, darling, let me see what’s mine.” 

Falling gently on your back, your knees knocking together as you pull off your underwear, giving the man on your phone a full view of your needy core, dripping with arousal. Suguru bit his lip, mumbling a curse word under his breath and started to pump his cock a few times lazily. He knew you were a little over halfway through the audio, and he wanted to watch you fall apart a few times before he would do the same. 

“Put a finger in that tight cunt. Thaaat’s it, goood girl.” Suguru’s voice in your headphones drew out every syllable as you began to pry open your pussy and slowly insert a finger in. “Shit, your pretty little pussy looks so fucking good. Look at your legs twitching, you’re doing so good for me.” Your voice pitched up an octave as you struggled to reach your sweet spot. 

“ ‘s not enough, Su-gu-ru.” You panted out every syllable of his name. “My fingers ‘re too small. Need yours, pleaseee.” You knew it was fruitless to beg for fingers that weren’t yours to come and pleasure you, but the fantasy he had intricately crafted for you kept you trapped, in his little world. 

“Keep going baby, put another finger in. Your pussy was made to take my fat cock, it was made for me to stretch you out.” Suguru’s voice was laced with rough grunts and moans as you could hear him fisting his lubricated cock in the audio, the sloppy sounds drowning out the squelching of your core. “Rub your clit for me sweetie, I wanna see you come apart for me. Only for me.” You cried out as you applied pressure on your clit, feeling it throb under your touch. He was sloppily fucking you in the audio, reduced to nonverbal groans and grunts and you tried to match his pace with your fingers - but his tempo gradually got faster and faster until you could barely keep up. Your fingers were warm and sticky, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you were approaching your finish. “Gonna cum, fuck fuck f-fuck–Suguru!!!” 

The real Suguru was lying back, wide-eyed and slack-jawed watching you fall apart to his pre-recorded words. He had an idea of how his content affected his fans, but to watch one react in real time - it was a wholly different experience. He watched as you furiously rubbed your clit until you were gasping for breath, moans pitching up higher and higher until your thighs convulsed and twitched, and he saw clear beads of arousal form little pearls around your pussy. Your orgasm had crested, leaving you winded as he was still fisting his cock.

Your vision had spotted over with little stars, but as you opened your eyes, your breath caught in your throat as you watched him aggressively pleasure himself. Pulling off your headphones, you watched, entranced as he was swearing and muttering curses until he came. His phone knocked over, and he apologized as he readjusted the camera angle so he could continue stroking as ropes of cum dribbled from his cock. He came enough to cover his hand in fluids, and wiped the milky excess on his bare thigh - a sight that made your mouth water. 

“Oh fuck.” You muttered under your breath, feeling drool gathering in your mouth. His cock was so thick and pretty when it was pulsing ropes - the digital boundary separating you two was frustrating. A dry chuckle could be heard from your phone, as you grabbed the little screen and peered closer. Suguru grabbed his phone and you finally got a partial shot of his face - locks of dark hair lightly dampened with sweat, warm eyes gradually un-dilating from the lust calming down. 

“Oh!” You gasped. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be looking at your face–” 

His breathless voice interrupted you. “Don’t be. You’re a pretty little thing. But I know you didn’t finish that audio. How much time is left?” 

You glanced over at the time stamp. A little over thirty minutes had passed, leaving a good chunk of content unplayed. “Like, twenty minutes?” 

“Good. I’ll see you for round two later.” 

tags: @strawberrystepmom @satoruhour @public-safety-network @p00pdev1l @daisynik7 @arcswonderland

no part 2! you're more than welcome to write something inspired by this au, but i won't be continuing this story. it was intended as a one-off :) reblogs and comments are much appreciated

banners by @cafekitsune + @saradika

[blvck-cherrie]

𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓷- Megumi Fushiguro X Reader

Genres: Fluff, hurt-comfort

Warnings: None

Word Count: 862

Summary: Y/N is sick after a mission and Megumi comes to comfort them.

You hadn't felt this drained in a while, like your body forgot it had any bones left within. Even pushing yourself off the bed felt like a chore, as you kept shivering under your blankets. It had been a couple of hours since you had been laying on your bed and with each passing hour, you had only felt your body grow warmer.

The room was as silent as your mind, with no people around or thoughts within and it made you wish there was somebody to care for you. To be bothered about you and worry over you.

Being a jujutsu sorcerer was a bit of a struggle. More than just a bit of a struggle. But the biggest downside of being one, at least to you, was finding comfort. You somehow always had to put up with uncomfortable scenarios, as a sorcerer. That was pretty much what made you fall sick, anyway. You wondered how Megumi was doing- he had accompanied you on your mission yesterday and you hadn't seen him the whole day. Rather, he hadn't shown himself. Not that you were capable of seeing him in the condition you were in. But that just made you worry more about him.

Just then, you heard a knock on your door, followed by a familiar voice, "Y/N? I'm coming in" Is he a mind reader? He waited a while for a response, but since you didn't say anything, he came through. Megumi stood at the door for a moment, examining you. Not that he was expecting to see you bed ridden. You pushed yourself half off the bed, with visibly great difficulty and sat upright. "Hi", you spoke in a breathy voice. "So out of character for you to act like that", he chuckles, "Sucks to see you like this". "Guess who's fault it-" You're interrupted by his hand touching your forehead, "You're burning". "Ye- Yeah.."

Megumi was a magician, he could put you in a daze.

From your forehead, his fingers found their way into your hair, caressing your strands, tucking a few behind your ear.

Megumi was more than just a friend to you. Not a lover, but definitely more than a friend. You didn't know how he felt about you though, because he never said anything, but you weren't bothered. His actions spoke for him. The things he did for you, always spoke for him, just like what he was doing right now. Just like what he did yesterday as well, accompanying you on a mission that wasn't even assigned to him in the first place. Just like what he had always been doing since day one.

"Don't come close to me!" You half yelled, sort of trying to push his chest back. "What's wrong?" He whispered, furrowing his brows gently, concern oozing from his voice, as he took a step back from you. Megumi's face was always so beautiful and so was his voice. "Its- I- I just don't want you to catch my fever-" "Tsk", he moved two steps closer to you, sighing. "You'll catch my fever", you whispered, sounding defeated, sadness prominent in your tone. You wanted his warmth right now more than ever, but you couldn't risk him being down too.

He tipped up your chin and normally, you would've pulled back. His touch was so gentle, with his fingers barely grazing your skin, that you couldn't even tell if he was actually touching you or not. As if he was skeptical and his fingers were asking your permission to soak in your skin. That's what you loved the most about him, that he was so delicate with you, so respectful towards you and your body and so attentive towards your reactions. "Doesn't matter", he shrugged. You found yourself buried into his chest, his arms wrapped around you. "You're hurting, right..?" He kept rubbing circles on your back with his right arm, while the other entangled itself within your hair. You felt the dull ache in your body grow stronger with each firm rubbing of his hand against your back, not because it hurt- it was quite the opposite- because it felt so overwhelmingly comforting that you were scared you'd start crying. Your heart picked up pace and every nerve in your body, suddenly grew conscious of every little movement you could sense. Being with Megumi was so comforting. Megumi's face was always so beautiful and so was his voice. Especially in times like these, where he made you feel protected and comforted. His presence was the comfort that you had been seeking. "Y/N?" You heard him call your name softly as he realized you had been crying. Megumi was always so patient with you, so calm and so composed. His voice was strong, he didn't lose composure hearing you cry, but just strengthened his hold on you, pulling you closer.

You loved Megumi for exactly what he was capable of making you feel. You loved him because he wanted to make you feel good things. And what more do you ask for in a man, when he gets you comfortable enough to cry and soothes you while you're at it?

[blvck-cherrie]

Could you do Tomoe in heat headcanons pretty please🥺💕

ʚ pairing : tomoe / reader

ʚ cw : minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ rough sex ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ degradation

ʚ summary : what happens when your familiar falls in heat?

ʚ note : absolutely!

•Tomoe tries to continue his shrine duties to the best of his abilities, even when he knows that specific time is well on its way. He will try to force it down, keep it there for as long as he possibly can. After all, he has self-control, right?

•Unfortunately for the fox, he soon finds himself locked up in his room. He refuses to leave for days on end - desperately trying to deal with the burning desire to sate his heat that has only worsened thanks to his stubbornness.

•Usually, he would have sought out the Red Light District, but after he found himself falling for you, it was out of the question. Even more so when you both began courting. However, he rejects the idea of crawling to you and begging you to assist in his problem

•Instead, he opts for suffering alone. He tries his utmost hardest not to touch himself, alas, he fails at that as well. Before he knows it, his hand travels down to lightly palm at his clothed length, giving himself only the littlest of pleasures. Soon, it transcends into his hand wrapping around his length, desperately trying to tend to himself. His head hangs back, his free hand slaps over his mouth in attempts to keep his noises down. The last thing he wants is for you to walk in on him in such a pitiful state. However, that short thought of you manifests into a series of lewd ideas, all circling around you.

•“What a mess…” He’d murmur after the fantasies of you wear away and he’s left with the aftermath. Still. It isn’t enough, no matter how long he tries to satisfy himself - it’s never enough.

•Around the third night, you are quite exasperated over the fact that Tomoe’s been avoiding you. He pops in to ensure you’ve eaten, that you’re resting well - only to disappear back to his room. He refuses to let you in his room, insisting that he isn’t ‘feeling too well’. Deciding to finally get down to whatever in the hell was going on - you enter without permission.

•That is when you finally understand why your yokai lover had been avoiding you for so long. There he is, sprawled out on his bed; half-nude, a panting, overwhelmed mess. His lips parted, lashes damp- yet that isn’t what caught your attention. No, instead - it’s his exposed, red-tipped cock which appears to be pulsing and twitching as his trembling fingers lay at the base, unable to satisfy himself any further.

•Violet eyes travel towards you. Tomoe’s breath hitches and he weakly tries to bring his kimono over him. Yet, he’s stopped. Your hues lock. “Tomoe… couldn’t you have asked for help…?’’ You breathe, falling onto the bed, still holding onto his wrist. The fox shakes his head, he insists that you leave him be. Do you listen? Of course not.

•Instead, you lean down and bring the desperate yokai into a kiss. An almost comforting one. It’s a distraction, giving way for your hand to reach down and slowly stroke at his pulsing manhood. That was all it took for Tomoe to melt and roll his up into your palm. Once you pull away, you swear his eyes grow glossy from the relief of your touch.

•He’s gripping on the sheets, grunting, groaning - whatever he can to cover the series of shaky moans that bubble within his throat. Mentally, he scolds himself for not going to you sooner. Although - all thoughts melt into nothingness once you situate yourself between his legs and allow your tongue to do the rest of the work.

•Tomoe sees stars as you take him in. He can’t help but thrust his hand into your hair, fingers coiling into your h/c locks. “Y-Y/N…’’ He breathes, neck arching and lips hanging agape. To you, it was almost amusing to see the usually stoic, intimidating yokai now gasp out heated moans. You even decided to be a little mean and deny him of his upcoming release.

•That was your mistake, Y/N.

•As you raise your head, a smirk on your lips whilst you wipe away a strand of saliva with the back of your wrist, your eyes fall onto Tomoe. He’s panting, twitching and trembling. Yet - he lowers his head to look at you. You don’t even have time to think about your fault, for a hand reaches out and grips at your throat. You gasp as he pulls you in, staring into your eyes with a newfound ferality.

•“Now darling… did you think that was funny? Seems like I’ll have to wipe that smug little smirk off your face…”

•His hold slips to your wrist, forcing them back against the sheets. You’re unable to recognize your usual calm lover, instead, he’s replaced with the stature of feral spirit. What were you to expect from a yokai in heat? Especially Tomoe.

•The rest was a blur. Tomoe had finally broke away from his restrain and forced you into the mattress. Your stomach flushed against the sheets along with your trembling knees. Vision clouded, mind scrambled - all you can think of is how his large length barrels into you, how he slaps against the back of your thighs with each erratic snap of his hips. The hand that once held your throat is now buried into your hair, forcing your head further into his pillow.

•You’re uncertain of the number of rounds he’s put you through at this point. All you know is that your thighs are covered in bruises, bites and a mix of fluids leaking down your reddened skin.

•A series of cries and whines leave your lips. Breathless “please”s and “I can’t”s seeping free whenever he decides to arch your neck. They only encourage him further, prompting him to drive himself straight against a particular bundle of nerves that spirals you into an ocean of bliss. As you release a strangled cry of his name, he dips his head so that his cold lips brush against your ear.

•“This is what you wanted, right, you little slut? You practically begged to be fucked senseless, didn’t you? That’s it… Cum for me.”

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 — 𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

— Atsushi Nakajima

his heart literally sinks at first. he didn’t mean to walk in on a confession to you but atsushi always met with you here.

his stomach is about to twist and turn as he listens to the person in front of you confess their undying love for you.

there’s a hint of jealous. he should have done it first. it should have been him standing there confessing instead.

he mentally beats himself up about it. he shouldn’t have been such a coward. he should just accept that you’re gonna live happily ever after with someone that isn’t him.

“I’m sorry. I actually have feelings for someone else.”

atsushi can feel his breath come back to him. but only until the person hesitatingly leaves after getting rejected.

who was it that you had feelings for then?

rounding the corner, he instantly grabs your hands. your eyes briefly widening in the realization that he had been here the whole time.

“I know you said you like someone else and I’m not sure if you’ll even accept me. But I love you. Even more than that person before me!”

he’s utterly flustered when you react with a smile. face turning completely red when you explain that it’s him that you like.

probably still comprehending things even when you suggest going out on a date tomorrow.

— Chuuya Nakahara 

oh he’s pissed. the last thing he wanted to hear upon arriving back at base was some loser confessing their love to you of all people.

he swore he had made it clear that you were off limits. in fact, the last person to attempt even flirting with you was still “missing in action”

sure, maybe he hadn’t confessed yet but he still wanted to make sure no one else was gonna steal his thunder before he did.

still, a weak part of him stood behind the wall, listening carefully to your response.

a bigger anxiety bubbled in his stomach. what if you said yes? what if he’d lose his place beside you?

so imagine chuuya’s relief when you politely turned the person down with a passing mention of another person that piqued your interest.

“Come on! Just go out with me once! I promise you’ll forget all about the other person.”

At the brief sound of a struggle, chuuya’s turning the corner in a flash, roughly grabbing the collar of this idiot and glaring sharply at them.

“They said no. Now get the hell outta here.”

shit, i mean i’d scurry too if a vessel of a god was threatening me :/

awkwardly, chuuya would turn, somewhat embarrassed about the situation now. he wants to get the words out of his system fast.

if he could just explain why he was eavesdropping and why he was jealous and why he was burning like a freshly lit flame.

“Thank you, Chuuya. So… is it your turn now?”

“My turn?”

“I’m waiting.”

he had to take a deep breath for this one. confessions aren’t exactly a mafioso’s forte you know? making people confess: maybe.

“I think I’m in love with you. Will you let me take you out on a date next week?”

bitch, you better say yes or i will for you.

— Osamu Dazai

oh fuck this.

you think dazai is gonna wait around and let this poor soul attempt to take you away?

nah, he’s interrupting for sure.

the second the word “like” or “love” comes out of their mouth, he pops up from behind you with an arm around your shoulder all sly and shit.

of course there was a brief moment he thought about not interrupting. who was he to try and pursue someone as charming and wonderful as you?

but his jealous side admittedly took control the moment he put two and two together and realized he had walked in in the middle of a confession.

“So sorry, but they’re not interested~ You understand right?”

The person probably doesn’t get the right to even defend themselves or speak. suddenly they’re out the door and annoyed at a certain bandaged idiot.

“Well, now that they’re out of the way, would you do me the honor of committing double suicide with me?”

“Dazai!”

“What? Were you going to say yes to them?”

“Well… not really.”

a sly smirk and a well-placed hand on your waist is all he takes for him to get the confirmation he deserves.

“Then you’ll say yes to my confession? Because you know I love you, right?”

honestly, it’s a wonder this man is likable because he’s so charismatic and confusing all at once.

but he’s just glad you’re his. not that he’d allow it to be any other way.

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𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝔁𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮- Geto Suguru x fem!reader

Genres: smut

Warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW, handcuffs, overstimulation, oral- fem receiving, mild feet fetish, very mild dubcon, mild edging

Word Count: 834

Summary: Just y/n and a pretty rough Geto having sex where he also smokes while he’s at it and has a thing or two for y/n’s feet. Y/n’s hands are initially cuffed though. 

sotd: Touch- Princessbri ⏸️▶️⏹️

ᘐ ︶︶ ❜ ๑ ˚ ̟ ᘎ︶︶︶⊹ ˚ ̟ ᘐ ︶︶ ❜ ๑ ˚ ̟ ᘎ︶︶︶⊹ ˚ ̟

Unable to help it, he let out a small chuckle. Of course, at the fact that you looked very cute under him. Your reddened face, flushed nipples and clit, puffy from all the suckling he had been doing on you, and your wrists- red from the handcuffs he put on you, and all the times you tugged on it through the pole in the headboard of the bed, because he locked it there, while he drove you wild with his tongue raking over your sweet pussy. Your body was already sensitive and aching but Geto's pants were still on- he hadn't even taken out his cock yet. He lifted his face from between your shaking legs and started planting teethy kisses on your belly, further moving upwards to your tender nipples, teasing with his tongue. His mouth engulfed your entire breast as he sucked on your skin. Your then soft moans picked up pace again, struggling, pulling at the handcuffs over your head, because if your hand was free, it'd be slammed shut against your own mouth. "You look so hot baby.. so fuckable..", you whimpered as he breathed in your ear, his movement causing his hard cock to rub against your throbbing clit from over his clothes, giving you goose bumps all over your body. "Geto.. Geto..", you moaned, your back arching, trying to put some space between him and your pussy, as your eyes became glossy from the sting that being mildly overstimulated made you feel. "Hmm.. I can't see my baby girl struggle so much..", he said rubbing his thumb under your eye, "Let me help you some". He shifted upwards to unlock your hands, making his thigh graze your pussy. "Geto Geto Geto..!!" You almost cried, trying to push his leg with your feet. "Calm down love, I've yet to fuck you.." he said slipping his thumb inside your moaning mouth which you instinctively sucked and bit, as he cupped your jaw. He hopped off the bed and lit a cigarette, unbuckling his belt, dropping his pants to the floor as he smoked, giving your body time to relax. You watched him- his fat, veiny cock which was about to pound in you- with lust filled eyes as you raised yourself from the bed, resting on your elbows. His hair which was tied in a bun loosened and fell to his shoulders. No matter how tired or sensitive you were, there was simply no resisting this hot motherfucker. He stood at the edge of the bed and yanked you towards himself, pulling at your legs. You let out a loud, surprised sound. He held both your feet at the ankles in one hand, rubbing them on his dick, as you laid on the bed. "Uhnn.. Geto.." He then brought your feet to his lips, nibbling at the back of your heel, raking his tongue up and down the side of your feet, making your toes stiffen, as he jerked himself off with his other hand, while you held back a moan. He lowered his body to the bed on top of you, his hair gently falling over your face. "Since your pussy is so sensitive, should I fuck your pretty mouth instead?" He said rubbing circles with his fingers on your clit, making your legs start to tremble again. "Ahh p- please..No.. Not my-" You spoke, bringing up your hand to cover your face which he very roughly pinned over your head. "Don't hide your beautiful face from me sweetheart"- He kissed you while his hands reached under your thighs, spreading them wide, as he positioned himself between them, teasing your cunt with his dick, before finally thrusting himself in all at once, making you cry out, "Please- Geto-" Your tits bounced to the rythm of his strong thrusts, as your insides clenched around his thick girth tighter. You legs held onto his muscular torso for dear life as he picked up pace, while your nails etched patterns on his back. "G- Geto I'm.. c- cum-" "Not yet baby gimme five more minutes" "No- please-" "Just five more honey" he smirked, licking your neck. He loved how docile and obedient you were in bed. He only just had to say something for you to do it. And if it was for your boyfriend Geto, you'd do just about anything. You'd let him ruin you. His thrusts went super slow, and his fingers went back to rubbing your clit. "Not there please.." He chuckled at how desperate your voice sounded. He kissed you and massaged your breasts as he pulled out of you, revealing you'd creamed all over him.

"Was I too rough baby?" He asked hovering over your trembling form, as he eyed your beautiful body with all of the love marks he'd left on you. You just hummed in response, too tired to speak. He placed you on top of him, covered in a blanket, as he rested his back on the headboard, watching you drift off to sleep while he smoked.

ᘐ ︶︶ ❜ ๑ ˚ ̟ ᘎ︶︶︶⊹ ˚ ̟ ᘐ ︶︶ ❜ ๑ ˚ ̟ ᘎ︶︶︶⊹ ˚ ̟

A/n: wrote this on an impulse an hour before my exam because geto brainrot :) hope ya’ll like it.. my first smut smut on this blog lmao

Bye and stay h-word 🖤

I meant hydrated duh

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// Art used in the header is by @/_k_u_r_o_2_ on twitter.

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DUTY | Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

notes: Arranged Marriage AU, minors do not interact

cw: NSFW, dubcon, breeding kink, overstim, sub/dom, spit, mild degradation

Thinking about Gojo Satoru hate fucking you because he’s just so angry— angry at the elders for forcing him into this arranged marriage with you.

He barely knows you, all he’s sure of is that you’re some meek goody-two-shoes daughter of a noble clan that just wants to do her duty. You never talk back to the elders in every meeting you’ve attended, willingly giving yourself into the Gojo clan. He hates it so much he thinks about it whenever he forces your body back into the headboard when he’s thrusting into you. He hates that you refuse to deny him too, because providing the Gojo clan an heir is part of your duty. You’re always ready to spread your legs whenever he asks just because of the title he has as your husband. He wants to see some fight in you but you’re just too damn obedient that he brings you to edge each time waiting for you to say no. You’re already sobbing the pillowcase wet, ass red with his handprints, wrists and hips bruising from his grip when he thinks he hears you say “Satoru, stop;” he’s elated. you’ve never went out of line, never denied your duty before.

“Mstop, ‘toru too m-much”

Fuck, it makes him hard all over again that he flips you onto your back just so he can see how messed up your face is. He wants to know his life isn’t the only one the elders ruined, he wants to see you hate them too because it’s their fault he’s doing this to you. Your knees are bent to your chest and the sweat from his forehead falls on your cock-drunk features. You’ve been at your limit two orgasms ago.

“You wanted this— wanted to be bred, didn’t you?” He grabs your cheeks with the hand not pushing your thighs down, pressing his fingers together so your mouth purses at him. “So why ya’ cryin’, huh? Open up like the obedient slut you are.”

Mind in a haze, you follow his words opening your mouth and whining when his pace falters so he could watch his spit fall from his lips and slide down your tongue.

You love him. He knows that. It’s beyond just your duty, you’d do anything for him. But he doesn’t love you; not until he’s made you hate the elders just as much as he does. Not until the elders’ faces pale in the next clan meeting when you finally speak against them with him. Not until he sees the slap in your dear daddy’s face for selling you, his dutiful daughter, out to the Gojo clan to be the heir’s little rebel.

They choose you because they thought you could coax Satoru into his place; a girl they know he would like, but they were wrong to think Gojo would not dare to corrupt you— because he absolutely adores corrupting you.

So when you’ve finally came the fifth time that night, he throws your limp legs over his shoulders and wipes your tears away with a thumb.

“Sweetheart, we’re not done just yet~.”

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DATING OSAMU DAZAI -> HEADCANONS

🫂 : PAIRING -> dazai x f!reader

📰 : A/N -> hi guys!!! here’s a thank you for 100 <3 i absolutely appreciate the love you guys have given this account throughout my small journey on building it soooo i just wanted to give back a little something ;) anyway, i hope you guys enjoy!

⚠️ : WARNINGS -> NSFW CONTENT FURTHER ON (the smut is pretty descriptive so be aware!) brief mentions of dazais suicidal behavior + thoughts

(SFW)

- just want to start off by saying that i think dazai would be such a loving significant other when he’s truly in love or trusts the other person (like how he trusts oda) oh my god. he’d actually be so down bad. it’s horrendous

- moving on, i still would like to say that he’d be flawed so…here are some of my personal headcanons of what i think dating dazai would be like :3

- starting strong, i 100% see him as the kind of boyfriend who’d send you sweet messages throughout the day

- like “good morning, my belladonna! how is the prettiest woman in the world doing?”

- but then would ask you for favors…yup.

- BUT HE STILL MEANS EVERY COMPLIMENT HE TELLS YOU. the actual downside to this is that sometimes he’d completely disappear from his phone too

- …but he always rebound.

- absolutely loves scenery watching with you! i totally see him as the type to really enjoy going to a park with his lover, or a rooftop, any place where the world feels like it’s just the two of you

- he falls harder and harder for you every time.

- though dazai isn’t really seen to give back to people (mf doesn’t even bother paying his tabs) but i can see him buying you meaningful gifts

- like if he sees you staring at a certain something while you two are out, he’d definitely keep a mental note of that. or even a gift that represents something the two of you share <3

- even the other agents at the ada would be so in shock when they find dazai asking for GIFT advise.

- oh yeah. they definitely know he’s in love too.

- would totally read you one of his books (anything BUT his suicide manual) or even some of yours (if you have any) whenever it’s a lazy day or if you’re having a difficult time falling asleep.

- his voice is so soothing and calming, that shit would send you into a lullaby.

- OK BECAUSE WHEN HES IN LOVE. I CAN SEE HIM WRITING A BOOK JUST FOR YOU. OR SOME KIND OF WRITING PIECE. IM. IM. IM.

- now some of the angsty angst…

- there are times where dazais’ suicidal tendencies or thoughts take rancid in his mind, and that will obviously lead to many unhealthy things

- like retracting back to his drinking issues, reckless behavior, and mental neglecting

- and sometimes, this would lead him to run away or distance himself from you. not because he doesn’t trust you

- but he HATES even just the idea of worrying or burdening you.

- you obviously find out, and oh god. the hospitality you provide him.

- and there he goes again. absolute goner when you cook him his favorite dish, accompany him in baths/showering, holding him close to your body while you both cuddle in the night.

- you’d allow (or more so, make him) cradle his face into your neck, while you run your hands through his hair, kissing his hairline and whispering “i’m here whenever you want to talk”

- just ever so patient for whenever he wanted to open up.

- though you know it’ll take a while for him to open up entirely, you’d usually get back a “let’s stay like this, my dear” and or “thank you. this is more than i can ever ask for”

- and oh he wouldn’t even hesitate to do the same for you— cradling your head into his chest and whispering hushed comforting whenever you’re stressed out with work or a situation.

- if someone particularly did hurt you though, oh fuck.

- game time is over for dazai if someone ever made his darling cry.

- let. me. just. say. that.

- but do keep this man in check! there’s that possibility that he’ll step back into his old habits ;( no matter how many times he’ll try to push you away or make it seem like it’s no big deal— just remind him that he’s very much loved and cared for.

- butttt back to some more fluff!

- dazais’ kisses could stop the world, and his kisses are so filled with emotions and love.

- whether you’re crying or staring into his eyes, he’s going to kiss you— make you feel like it’s just the two of you against the world.

- even on the days where maybe he or you can’t necessarily communicate, the way his soft lips press against yours just reminds the both of you that you have each other at the end of the day.

- just his kisses itself, says so much.

- and he vows to keep it reserved for you <3

- he’d be so in love that he’d forget that he was labeled as an enemy to all women LMAO

- anyway, he LOVES forehead kisses. like LOVES. whether it’s from you or him kissing your head. it’s so pure and loving. help his soul.

- he also loves hugs, i think dazai truly loves physical affection— but with the right person of course.

- and with his lover, he’s clinging. like a koala. mf doesn’t understand personal boundaries sometimes that he’ll suffocate you with his tight hugs (affectionately <33)

- his absolute favorite sentimental combination with everything he loves to do with you is watching the city fly by your eyes, holding your waist from the back, and being able to whisper lovey things into your ears.

- “you’re so beautiful, my love” and you’d let out the softest laugh ever— kissing his check before complimenting him back ever so sweetly.

- uhhh why did his heart just flutter.

- his heart would be beating so fast. no joke, he thought he was going to die.

- it’s all so loving. no more facade. no more of any of that.

- it’s that reminder for another time to heal

- after losing his good friend. the only person who shed light into his life.

- dazai osamu has truly found his home again.

- and you’d know that too. when he finally turns you around for you to face him, stopping to watch your face in slight confusion, his lips slightly brushing against yours to finally whisper, “i love you, y/n.” before leaning in to kiss you with so much love.

- the world stops just for dazai and his reason.

- SO. MUCH. LOVEEEEE.

(NSFW) -> 🔞

- a little bonus to dating dazai. this mans sex libido is worth keeping an eye open 🤫

- let me just say, he’s good. he’s so good.

- port mafia dazai is crazy (the urge to write some headcanons for him too is kicking in…) but i do think ada! dazai is more softer, especially during sex.

- i think if dazai got into a serious relationship with someone he wouldn’t hesitate to lay his life for— sex would be so much more to him

- definitely would love missionary, allowing your legs to open wider for him as his thrusts are steady and raw.

- god he loves it when you throw your head back, your neck completely exposed for him to mark and kiss at.

- he’d even let you scratch and dig your nails into his back, covered with bandages or not. he’d encourage you rip that shit off when he’s THAT horny to think.

- your moans literally replay in his mind AT-LEAST 2 times a day.

- mf would be the “🏃” emoji the second you’re teasing him, wether it be sending him a quick message talking about how much you miss him..

- “osamu, baby…i miss you so much. come over when you’re done with the paperwork? i may or may not be wearing your favorite set ;) ”

- yup. he’s gone. completely off the grid.

- talking about sets, he loves all the different kinds of lingerie on your body! he would even suggest for you to try on the ones he would find when he has the opportunity <3

- “belladonna, what do i have to do for you to try this on for me…”

- then he’d flutter his eyelashes, eyes round to a doe, while holding the skimpiest lingerie set you’ve ever seen.

- psst! his absolute favorite lingeries are those simple yet sexy black garter ones *wink wink*

- or even at home, when you situate yourself on top of him, obviously dragging attention to his crotch area, slowly rotating your hips to rile him up while pecking the exposed areas of his neck.

- he’s gone again.

- even with the teasing, dazai manages to make you feel like the prettiest girl alive when your full naked body is displayed to him

- SOOO much and i mean SO. MUCH. body worship and praising. he’d kiss you from your lips all the way down to your legs while whispering sincere compliments

- literally could spend hours worshipping your beauty and dedicating the night to foreplay before entering you.

- his pace would be slow and steady, letting you adjust and feel comfortable with his presence

- your head would finally lull back with moans of his name before he picks up his pace to make you forget everything but you and him.

- he’d lean into your ear to whisper words of comfort, prioritizing your pleasure before his, like always.

- “fuck, you’re so beautiful baby, so good for me”

- “you’re so perfect, y/n dear. just like that mm.”

- dazai is a man of patience and he definitely takes that to bed with him

- yes, sex is so loving and sweetly teasing with dazai

- but i didn’t say this man isn’t a FREAK either.

- he absolutely loves pounding you from the back, moaning complete obscenities in your ear, quietly enough just for you to hear

- his hands binding your wrists behind you as his thrusts get rougher and faster.

- and all you could do is whimper and bite down your lifted dress to hush yourself

- all while he rams into your wet pussy from behind <3

- and oh…did i mention this would all be happening in a bathroom of an event.

- “ah ah pretty girl, keep that little voice of yours down” his other hand would grip your face to make you look at him, “wouldn’t want the other agents catching us, don’t you think?”

- wow a man who can make you feel like a princess to a slut so fast! we love that.

- but of course if you’re uncomfortable with semi-public sex or anything of the sort, he’d respect your boundaries 100%

- but if you’re into that…ignore atsushi when he asks why he can never find you and dazai.

- would definitely be open to any kind of kink.

- i see dazai actually wanting to experience a lot more with someone who he has emotional ties with (he’d honestly be more comfortable and confident)

- but for him, i see him being curious or very into sensory deprivation like blindfolding

- it takes trust to a whole different level in his eyes

- if you let him cover your eyes and allow him to take care of you, it’s field day for him.

- (also wouldn’t be entirely opposed to the idea of being blindfolded as well…)

- absolutely loves receiving oral.

- i think getting on your knees for him is the closest you’ll ever have him slurring words, just completely mindfucked with the way your tongue swirls over his sensitive tip

- …but that is a conversation for another day.

- has a strong fixation on fingering AND giving you oral. oh my god.

- he knows how to use those lanky gifted fingers, and he’s cocky about it too.

- could also literally cum every-time you let him bind your hands to the bedpost while he finger fucks you

- not even giving his throbbing cock attention, all of that is stirred to the way you’re grinding your hips against his cum coated fingers.

- over and over again, until you’re legit crying out his name

- just a little prepping before getting the bed to really start slamming against the wall whew.

- “cmon baby, cum on my fingers, show me how much you like my fingers fucking you like this hm”

- yeah if you haven’t noticed already, this mans’ dirty talk would also makes YOU cum on the spot.

- hits that sweet spot every single time. with his fingers, tongue, and or cock.

- he knows your body like the back of his hand

- but no matter what kind of activities you two get tied up in, aftercare is a must for this man.

- he’d assist cleaning you both up, making sure you’re absolutely okay every single time.

- then he’d let you curl up next to him, tucking you under his chin before caressing your skin with his fingers— humming to you into a slumber.

- he’d probably ramble on about something or tell you how amazing you are, kissing your forehead area— before exchanging that, “i love you”

- every single time

- he’d make sure your breathing stays steady and calm as you drift off, taking in the moment of silence

- he’d ever so silently thank whatever gave him the possibility to end up with an angel.

📰 : A/N -> ahhh i hope this is okay! i’ve never wrote head-canons before so i apologize if some parts seemed really dragged on lol but regardless, thank you for the love <3

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✧･ﾟ  𝙽𝚘𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎

1.  𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼  gn!reader  

2.  𝓐 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭  fem!reader  †

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1.  𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻  gn!reader

2. 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓃 gn!reader

✧･ﾟ '𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗' 𝚁𝚢𝚞𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚓𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚗

1.  𝓓𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸  gn!reader

✧･ﾟ 𝙹𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙺𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗

1. 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝔁𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮- Geto Suguru x fem!reader  †

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𝓓𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 - Draken x gn!reader

Genres: hurt-comfort, angst to fluff

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, mention of blood

Word Count: 2,358

Summary: You don’t like your boyfriend Draken being a part of a gang and that is why you both argue a lot. One night, in the middle of a heated argument, Draken impulsively attempts to hit you but ends up punching the wall; he apologizes immediately. However you leave the house but come back the next day to sort things out..

sotd:  Bitches Broken Hearts- Billie Eilish  ⏸ ▶ ⏹

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"Who was that?" Ken asked sternly, standing in front of the door of the apartment you both shared, a grim look cast over his face, as you got in bluntly and closed the door behind you. It was 12:47 am. You hadn't informed him where you were going or with whom. Fuck that, you hadn't even answered his calls or responded to his messages the entire day. "I asked you something." He looked you dead in the eyes. You simply walked past him- at least tried to. "Who the fuck was that, y/n?!" he yelled, grabbing your wrist from behind, making you stop. His grip was steel after all. "Don't raise your damn voice on me Ken!" you spat- ironically, raising your own- as you struggled to free yourself. He shut his eyes in an attempt to calm himself. "Tell me who the fuck that was y/n." He hadn't yelled, but spoken rather calmly and yet, it was evident that he was dead pissed. "Who?" You asked innocently, turning around to face him finally. He could barely control his anger at this point. You knew exactly who he was talking about- the man whose car you had just gotten out of before entering the apartment. He must've noticed it from the window, but you decided to play dumb to his question. "Drop the act." "Whosoever that was why the fuck do you care?!" You could see the nerve on his temple pop as you both continued to stare at each other for a while. He didn't have anything to say to what you'd just yelled. His grip loosened and after what seemed like an eternity of a stare game, he let go of your hand. You swivelled dramatically and walked off into your bedroom, leaving him alone at the entrance as you slammed the door loudly- a display of your rage. You never really liked Ken being a part of a gang. You loved him, but not his delinquent side and he knew that. Naturally, you would constantly tell him to quit Toman while he simply got annoyed, resulting in quarrels. And all of what just happened was a consequence. A consequence of your boyfriend, Draken, not giving you enough time. A consequence of him prioritizing his gang over you, of you feeling unwanted, of all the arguments that happened between you both and a consequence of what had happened last night. It was something that should've never happened. You hated it. You hated him. If not for the fact that your phone buzzed on vibrate with his name a billion times since you left, you wouldn't even have thought of showing up at the apartment. Because who knows what he'd do to f/n, if he came to know I was at his place- was all that went through your mind when you decided to return. Also, another reason was that you still loved him. "Y/n?" You heard a knock at your room's door. It was silent for a while before he spoke again. "Y/n I.. I'm sorry for yelling at you just now.. I shouldn't have done that." ... ... "I was so damn worried y/n.. I didn't know where the fuck you went.. I was so scared you might do something stupid or hurt yourself.. What if you got into trouble?" You said nothing. You didn't want to speak to him. I don't need his concern. ... "I- I want to apologize to you y/n.. I want to make up for what I did. Look, I'm really sorry.. I- I know what I did yesterday is just.. Just.. Unforgivable, but please.. Hear me out baby, please". He sounded desperate. Like he was hurting on the inside. You didn't understand if he was guilty or jealous or frustrated- there was a mix of just so many emotions in his voice. But the way his voice cracked when he said that last sentence.. The way he was pausing so much.. Is he.. Crying? "There were so many questions on my mind y/n.. Since the moment you left.. Only to see you get out of another man's car.. I thought you left me for good" -Last night- There was a knock on your door. It wasn't very late or anything, a little beyond 9 pm. Ken hadn't come home in the past two days and you barely just hoped it was him. Dating a gangster came with its own set of dangers and on top of that, you were home alone. Does he not understand? What if its not him? Dudes from a rival gang? Is he even alright? Could he be in

some trouble? Shoving aside the plethora of negative thoughts haunting your mind, you went to open the door. You saw through the peephole- its him! "Ken where.. we..re you.." you trailed off as soon as you saw how bruised and bloody he was. "Shit. How the fuck did this-!? You been fighting since two days-!?" You were panicking bad, you didn't know what to do. You rushed to get some bandages- but were stopped by his hands pulling you towards him, as he rested his head on your shoulder and your arms instinctively embraced his muscular body. "I'm tired y/n" "But Ken all this bloo-" "Don't worry its not mine", he chuckled, "I'm completely fine." Thank God. "But the bruises-" "Its nothing.. Jus' some scratches" "Y'all got into a fight again?" You asked softly- not convinced and after a bit of silence- so as not to make him change the position he was in. You liked how he was leaning on you. Made you feel like you could provide him comfort. "Mmh.. Yeah.. Sorta.." "Is that why you were out since the day before yesterday?" "Yeah- sorry abou-" "I've told you so many times to stop doing this-" "Please y/n. Not again. At least not when I've just stepped into the house." He didn't let you complete; his tone reeking of annoyance, although yours was soft, full of concern. That was the one thing he didn't like you bringing up. You loved him, but really didn't like him being in the gang and this was precisely why you had been arguing since some days now. "But it hurts to see you like this-" "But i told you its not my blood!" he spat hurriedly, raising his voice, his fist clenched at his side while his forehead was still rested on the edge of your shoulder. You gently pushed at his chest and stepped back, putting some distance between you two. "Ken? You know full well that whatever is happening between us, the one responsible for it, is that gang of yours, right?" "Shut up" "Don't give me that 'shut up' Ken", you shouted. "You're barely giving this relationship time and its all because of Toman." "Shut up, y/n." He hissed loudly, stepping forward, the anger on his face now solidly evident, while you moved back, the wall almost behind you. "Me shutting up isn't going to change the truth." You raised your voice louder. He absolutely despised you blaming his friends more than anything, but what or who else were you to even blame- for the decline in your relationship, or your boyfriend's delinquency- if not his current group of friends? "You need to get a life, some new friends and quit Toma-" "Enough I told you to shut the fuck up-" you felt your back slam against the wall as he rammed his fist into the wall, punching it with a loud thud, right beside your face as you turned your head to the other side instinctively in an attempt to defend yourself, hand covering your face while the other rested on your chest. You took a while to process what had just happened as tears welled in your eyes. Ken did what? You stood silently in absolute disbelief with your eyes wide open, before turning to look at the wall he'd punched- it had formed a not-so-mild radial crack with some paint chipping off, while blood dripped from his knuckles. If he had actually ended up punching your face with that much force, it'd have definitely dislocated your jaw, to say the least. You were horrified. In that moment you were so scared of him. How could he even think of trying that? A stream of tears ran down your cheek. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him. "I'm.. sorry.." You heard him say, it was almost a murmur. He let go of you and put his hand back to his side, his blood dripping on the floor as he stepped away from you. "I'm sorry y/n.. I- I didn't actually mean to hit you.. I shouldn't have done that.." You didn't look at him. He sounded sad saying it. He probably really was regretting it. But did it even matter anymore? You stood there silently. You didn't want to speak. At least not with a man who didn't think twice before trying to punch his girlfriend in a fit of rage. But every second that you remained silent gave Draken anxiety. "I'm sorry y/n.. Please say something.." He leaned forward bringing up his hand to hold your arm. You flinched and slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me!"

Draken was absolutely despising his own self, seeing you react this way to his touch. "This.. Is our home.. Not your battleground." You said between hushed cries, "And I am.. Your girlfriend Ken, not your enemy.." Tears were now forming into his eyes. "Y/n.. I.. I swear I won't do-" "No I.. I won't say something like that.. Again", he just looked at you with guilty eyes, "But that.. Will not change the fact that I don't like it.." "No matter what you say I shouldn't have-" "So if you want to hit me Ken, go ahead and do it-" "No y/n please I can never-" You started walking towards the door. Realizing what you were doing, he grabbed your hand in an attempt to stop you, "Y/n where are you going?" He panicked. "Let go of me Ken, please", you cried. "Please, please stop y/n.. Its too late in the night-" "Let me fucking go Ken!" You were sad and angry, but more importantly, you couldn't stand being in the same room as him, so you left the house, in the middle of the night. He begged you to stop, and clearly, you didn't listen. He didn't want to force you to stay with him, especially after what he did, so he didn't follow after you; he understood you needed your space. After you left, he broke down and cried. The rest, was what followed. -Present day- He knocked on the bedroom door again. It had been a little more than half an hour since you had shut yourself in, and he had been apologizing all this while. But at least, this was better than you disappearing off to somewhere he didn't know, or so he felt. "Y/n I know I've disrespected you.. And after doing what I did.. I don't feel man enough." He was certainly crying, and you were too. "But please give me a chance.. I want to apologize and I swear I won't hurt you again, y/n.. Please-" The door opened- you opened it, finally. He was hurting and so were you. You couldn't do this to him anymore. Sure, it was his fault, but Draken would never fake his feelings. Your Ken could never hurt you and not feel bad for doing so. He loved you and you loved him too. You saw Ken sitting on the floor- not wearing a shirt- his back leaning against the wall right outside the door, with his arms resting on his knees. From the look on his face and the puffy eyes, you could tell he had been crying. He looked up to see you as you walked towards him, a semi-crooked smile forming on his lips. You crouched down in front of him, sitting on your toes. His hair was now loose, tucked behind his ear on the side he had his tattoo, but it was braided when you first came home, or so you remembered. The look on your face was now softer than when you came home. You wanted to speak to him, to say something, but you didn't know what, so you decided to stay silent, your gaze darting everywhere except meeting his. You ended up bursting into tears. You didn't want to, but you did. "I'm sorry y/n.. You don't deserve to cry." He didn't touch you. You wanted him to. You were done with the fighting now, wanting things to return to as they were. You leaned closer to him, rubbing your eyes, finally resting your head on his chest. He sniffed, then a chuckle followed, his voice hoarse. "What is my sweetheart crying for-" He placed his hand on the back of your head, initially hesitant, then pulled you in an embrace when you didn't reject his touch. As soon as he did that, you cried all the more, melting into the comfort of his warm touch. "Wanna go out and get some ice cream?" He suggested brushing the hair out of your face, after you had finally calmed down, after God knows how long of crying. You nodded. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt though?" You asked, voice still slightly hoarse. "Yeah, its to seduce you" "You thought you could show off your abs and I'd forgive you?" You slapped his chest, chuckling, "Shut uuup~ asshole", he giggled. 。。。。。。。。。 "Oh by the way, I stayed over at

f/n's place" "I kinda thought so.." "You're not mad?" "Why would I be, he's your childhood friend-" he paused, "Uhmm, not gonna lie I was pretty jealous that another man could comfort you when I hurt you.. But knowing it was f/n puts me at ease" "Hehe, I love you, Ken" "I love you more sweetie, and I'm extremely sorry.." On the way to the convenience store, you both talked everything out, apologized to each other and spent the rest of the night cuddling. ♡

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A/N: Hey lovelies, I hope ya’ll enjoyed reading. This was soo fun to write! Anyways requests are closed for now and I’ll be doing pending requests in a while- sorry if I’m too slow.

Anyways, bye for now ily xoxo

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ★̲ : MRS MAGIC ╱ GETŌ SUGURU &&. GOJŌ SATORU

𓂅 afab!reader. she/her pronouns. bottom!reader. unprotected sex. threesome. praising. nipple/tit play. clit play. creampie. light breeding. oral sex (f! &&. m! receiving. ) unrevised...

𓂅 1.9k words / mini fic!!

𓂅 didn't know if I wanted to use satoru or gojo saur...

˚.꒷ 𖤐⤸₊˚ ִֶָ ❜ . . . you were beautiful— a masterpiece crafted in the hands of a true perfectionist; each crevice of your body blossoming with a warmth that could blow gojo off his feet. 

it was true, he felt such immense jealousy towards your beloved. he couldn't pinpoint the origin of his envy. he couldn't dictate whether he felt such spite because of an internal rivalry, or because he truly yearned for your essence. 

so, when his dearest friend pulled him forward with an idea so disgusting, he couldn't help but feel the ecstasy rush through each bold vein hidden beneath his skin. 

you assisted gojo, fingers trailing along his body, pulling away clothes as his lips got ahead of themselves. bitter lips crashed into yours, his overly large hands cupping your cheeks, pants that clung to his thighs dropping as his foot nudged them completely. 

heat flooded your body completely, the thought of geto watching you kiss someone else— no, his best friend! his tongue interrupted your thoughts, slithering the muscle across the warm, saliva-spilling skin of your mouth. you felt the spark of low oxygen, your chest rising and falling within the quickest of seconds, his lips failing to free you. 

geto's chuckle rang in your ears, the feel of his calloused palm rubbing down your hip. "mm, like that? like the way he kisses you?" the mix of emotions played with your thoughts, snatching them from your brain and swirling them away from you. 

a gasp whisked past your lips, leaning back against geto. desperately attempting to regulate the speed of your breathing. 

"he kiss you better than me?" he grinned, fingers caressing your half-nude body, fingertips slowly slipping past the thin fabric of your panties. 

you sighed, whimpering at the soft touch, shaking your head. "wan' it now, please?" with the prettiest pair of doe eyes, you stared up at the head of ebony hair.

gojo hummed, spite running through his skin as he watched the way you treated geto. impatience drowned him within, swinging his leg onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress; palm lightly tapping his thigh. "you heard the girl…" 

he sat you down into the welcoming bed sheets, your ass pressing against his waist. your head rested on his abdomen, his slim fingers prying your legs open, leaving your pretty panties on for gojo to trash. "don't get too excited, gojo. my baby likes gettin' her pussy ate." 

gojo gulped down a boulder of thick spit, he was really gonna allow him to do such a thing? to his woman? he felt as though his ears caught the wrong words, geto was a possessive man— and even more for his girl. 

his fingertips stung him with greed, sinking his back down as his head dipped in-between your thighs. his thumbs toyed with your inner thighs, smoothing down shapes, thrill watering his ego as goosebumps appeared on your skin. his fingers probed the wet fabric, pushing it to the side as he was met with a galore of glory. your cunt was drooling, throbbing each second from desperation. with no hesitation, he licked a stripe up your slit, tastebuds jolting at the flavor. he could feel the pressure tightening around him with each millisecond, the bulge hardening behind the fabric of his briefs suppressing him in ways he could feel his breath slip away. 

you're growing needy, whining as your hair sprawls out on geto's chest.

"don't worry, baby.. I'll help ya' out…" he cut it short, slender hand hovering over your cunt. smooth and cold fingerprints circling your clit. it was then when a denied battle resubmitted itself in-between the three of you. competitiveness drowned gojo, bathing him with such bitterness he could almost taste the sour lemon juice and salt exploring the indents of his body.

his tongue lapped around your hole, pretty squelches supporting his needs; ears tuned at the sound of your small moans. he's reaching for far more though. lips kissing at your labia, right hand resting on your thigh, prying you wide for him; swirling spit in his mouth before gushing it into the thrust of his tongue. middle finger slowly sliding past your dripping hole.

nearly paralyzed from the sudden shock, light gasps aired out your lips, rocking your hips closer to his face. your eyes rolled as you gazed up at geto— the sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face, nonetheless keeping up with the rhythm of his middle and index finger; pushing down onto your puffy clit. with a quaking hand, your palm cupped his cheek, your thighs threatening to close down on gojo's head of silky silver locks. "'m—" you rolled your hips, sensitivity spamming at your waist. "'g-gonna cum!" you sucked in air, the overwhelming swirling in your gut riding its wave down with the guidance of his tongue. a gasp followed afterward, head caught in a tight grip in-between your thighs. 

he relished in the clutch of your skin, perfect mixture of spit and slick slowly spilling down his chin, marking him in a unique way where he'll never forget about you. 

still without a regulated breathing pattern, you parted your legs; sending him the prettiest smile— one that would serve any regular person with an unrequited love for you. "wan' it, gojo…" 

he swore your voice sent shivers down his very spine, his eyes darted up at geto— the quickest exchange of nods occurring. his cold hands slivered up your legs, thumbs softening the area of your hips. he was gentle, pulling you closer to his waist, fingertips pinching off his briefs. his cock twitched in his palm, precum already leaking from the swell slit of his girth. he wasn't thicker than geto— no, not close to the fat of geto's length, though you could tell his cock would poke your cervix much much easier. 

breaths paced faster, your eye following his movements. his fingers pulled the folds of your cunt apart, teasing you with the slightest touch of his tip. his tongue swiped over his lower lip, swallowing a grunt as your gummy walls gulped him completely. "shit—" air quickly ran from him, a soft grunt falling from his mouth. 

geto moved away from you, dropping your head onto the warmth of the pillow. he snickered, pulling his cock out from the hiding of his boxers. "you two 'are so cute, makin' me jealous!" he taunted you, fingers propped at your chin, tilting your face to make you look up at him.  

adjusting your cunt down onto gojo's length, your hand grasped geto's cock, spitting on his thick head, swirling your tongue in random shapes created within the freedom of your imagination. you rolled a moan out on his girth, the sudden thrust from gojo nearly making you grind down on your teeth. 

gojo pushed your legs up, folding them down onto your tummy whilst using a single hand, using the other to spread your pussy apart. his length rushed through your pretty hole, divine stains of your cum creating admirable halos on his cock. his ears are filled with the squelching of your pussy pour slick onto his length, it should've been revolting for you to be fucked by another in the very eyes of your beloved, but it only excited you more. you felt good— too good to give it all up. 

a grunt spilled from geto's fine lips, his hand sliding down the length your bowed head couldn't reach, picking up the slobber you trailed on his cock to rain it down on his hand. "aren't you pretty?" his words tripped over the other, hoarseness mixing with his low tone. he caressed your full cheek, slipping away from the coven of your tongue, pushing his thick finger pads against the twitching veins rubbing down his girth; hips jolting forward as he stroked the cum from his spewing slit, covering your bouncing tits in his warmth. groans followed quickly after. breaths cooled his lips as the aftermath of his orgasm overwrites gojo's grunts. 

it fascinated gojo, seeing your tits jump as cum collided with your summery skin. he loved it. 

your whines and moans slurred with each other, his passive-aggressive thrusts following fast one after another. you were melting, eyelids drooping over your eyesight. there was something you wanted, the missing piece to the puzzle within your body. "w-wan' your cum, please?" you were a mastermind, blinded with lust as you bat your eyelashes up at his blush face.

he gulped, gazing down upon the mess you made on him, cum decorating his length; each stroke smoothing the cum down to the thick bands you'd plastered on him. "yeah? I think you're gonna have to ask, baby…" he fought the urge to lean against you, drawing kisses along the nape of your neck. he knew there were boundaries, and God did he hate the fuck out of them. 

geto hummed, leaning over your hopping head, grabbing ahold of your upper thighs. "she likes getting bred like this…" he leaned down, leaving the sweetest peck on your swollen lips. he wouldn't admit it— the slightest jealousy nearly making him twitch. watching your hips recoil against gojo's thighs, the clapping of his cock springing back at your cunt. though, he couldn't deny the dying fact that he adored watching your cute face from above.

he held your legs prisoner, bending them as far as they could reach, curled toes brushing past your ears. 

gojo slid his hips closer, holding onto your hips as he fucked you stupid. he truly appreciated his dearest friend for the assistance, redrawing from your hole only to recklessly slam back into your cunt. he was drowning in ecstasy, your high and low moans being too pleasing for him. "want it? wan' me to put a lil' baby in ya?" he was high off his horse, air invading his head. 

"please! wan' it all!" you swallowed your spit heavily, your eyelids growing tired from how many times you've forced them shut. 

"mm, she's the best, ain't she?" geto chuckled at gojo's reaction; velvet airing out on his cheeks, fingers twitching at your hips.

he felt rabid, his hips assaulting your cervix, drool leaking from his lips. moaning as his name lingered on your tongue. his cock twitched in the clutch of your velvety walls, sucking in his breath as his teeth bared down upon his lower lip, drawing blood from the fatty skin. "fuck…" he spat, the once fast and satisfying clapping turning thick, loud tapping.. he drenched his balls into you, grunting as he spilled every last drop. 

you lay in the damp sheets, sweat trickling off every portion of your body, relishing in the warmth his cum brought you, your legs twitching in the grasp of geto's hands. 

"don't pull out yet, dumb baby likes gettin' the cum fucked into her." geto grinned at your contentment, restraining your ankles with one hand to caress your cheek.

gojo swallowed his saliva, Adam's apple bobbing as it slid down. "that true?" he mumbled, serving you with long and meaningful thrusts, watching his cum leak from the minuscule space between his cock and your pussy. 

he could feel the itch that'd been stuck rotting in his brain finally be cleared, the desperation and want of you finally ending the pestering his inner thoughts gave him.

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