smaranshakthi

[smaranshakthi]

I saw the Autumn/Winter prompts and i have to.

So how about Solstice Kiss with Mollymauk preferably Spice and Fluff. I am a sucker for Molly (is it obvious?)

I’ve been dying to write for the M9 again! Especially after having been to the Live Show 😩Fluff with some spice coming right up! Hope you enjoy! 😘

The party rages on. Whatever solstice celebrations this village takes to are very much enjoyable. It’s a refreshing delight to see such peoples take to such debauchery without eye for consequence or modesty. Drink flows a plenty, delicious foods are shared graciously, and the company, the company does not judge. It indulges. When the carnival stopped here for their last show of the year they did not intend to stay this long but the snow kept them. A gift from the gods themselves according to some because they were welcomed by the locals and are more than happy to enable every poor life choice made on this eve for the sake of everyone’s enjoyment. No one would be left out. No one would feel sad or alone on this night. Tonight they are all among family and friends and lovers. It is a good night. 

Mollymauk watches as you dance with Bo the Breaker. You’re spun into the arms of Gustav next who offers you a cup you take to your lips. You’re dressed to impress. While he might be a little biased he dares say you are the most beautiful creature to be seen. While you danced he had occupied himself telling some fortunes here and there. He’d have done it for drink and trade but these people offered generously, even more so when their cups kept refilling. Pockets heavy they kept coming to him still and he would tell them their fortunes. They’d eat up every word but despite his nimble fingers pulling forth the cards he searched for, he was slower than usual. You caught his attention, distracted him whenever you entered his peripheral vision and you knew it too. Little minx you are. 

And then you disappeared into the crowd. His focus returned. If only for a little. Molly finishes up yet another fortune, reshuffling his cards how he always does, assuring they’re in the right order. He has a moment of respite and expects the next farmer to come chatter any moment. The chair opposite of him is not occupied but in front of him he finds a cup of questionable looking liquid. Arms drape over his shoulders sliding down until they link together over his chest. You perch your chin on his shoulder after pressing a quick kiss to his neck. He’s sure you can feel the goosebumps spread across his skin. Your lips are cold. He’s got every intention to change that now. 

“So everyone is having a good time and you are reading fortunes? We closed hours ago.” You chirp letting your cold fingers trail along the exposed skin of his chest. More goosebumps. He can feel your smile when your lips brush so close to his ear. Molly takes the cup in one hand, putting his cards away with the other before he turns to face you better. You take the opportunity to slide into his lap and take a sip of his cup. 

“What’s a little overtime for these good people.” He takes the cup from you. “I thought that was meant for me?” Teasing as ever. He takes a sip. Gods that’s good. Before he can ask you answer.

“Apparently they call it apple crumble mede. It sounds disgusting but tastes like apple pie. They also have cherry, chilli and whiskey but I’m particularly fond of the chestnut one.” 

“So exactly how much did you have to drink?”

“Not nearly enough to be even remotely tipsy.” You’re truthful. You’d only had a single sip of those before you settled on this one. You’d barely had one cup. Molly shakes his head. 

“Such a party and such little drinking? What has become of our reigning champion?” He jests and chuckles when you go to reach for the cup. He holds it out of your reach until you give up with a roll of your eyes. Only then does he feel safe to actually drink more. You clutch your hands together rubbing them for warmth and subconsciously move yourself closer into him. 

“Cold?” He asks. You don’t even make a point to deny it. Instead you curl closer to him. 

“I’m warm when I’m dancing. I feel like the dead of winter when I stop moving.” 

“So what you’re saying is we got to keep you warm somehow?” Molly gives you the most suggestive look he can muster just to humour you. 

“But what about the midnight dance?” You groan throwing your head against his shoulder. His fingers gently dance up your side, brushing up and down at an even pace. They slip under the fabric of your shirt. Molly is making it very hard for you to focus and he knows it. 

“If you insist. I’ll never say no to a dance with you.” You make no move to get up just yet. “Come on… It’s tradition after all.” He lifts you to your feet until you stand on your own, then takes a step backwards and with a ridiculous bow extends to you his hand. Your freezing fingers touch his and he instantly brings them to his lips, shiver running down his spine as the cold hits him but he doesn’t let it stop him. Despite his warmer body, Molly still very much is susceptive to the cold, perhaps even more so than you. 

Mollymauk leads you to the dance floor, where the commoners dance their commoner’s waltzes and let’s be honest, these are probably the only dances the carnies actually know. It’s something to bond over, to finally fit into the chaos that allows for mistakes and choses fun over perfection. The musicians play an upbeat tune while the locals sing the song in a chorus of dancers. Everyone seems to know the song, or at least enough to hum along where the words are but foreign to them or their ability to form coherent sentences, be they out of breath or too intoxicated. You spin under his arm, link your arm with his, close in, then apart, side to side and twirl around each other. You sway and sway, close in, a hairs breath away, and then too far. Repeat. 

It’s the midnight dance, following the patterns of the stars and skies and constellations long lost to Exandria but it matters not. You feel alive, so incredibly alive. The dance is a short, too short but when you see that burning in those scarlet eyes, see that love and admiration, that joy, you know it’s just long enough. You know how this dance ends. You’ve heard the locals talk about it when you ran your errands. And so when the last note strikes and the cheers erupt, you step in close within Molly’s embrace. You look him in the eye, then down to his lips and place yours against his in a feverish kiss. His response is quick, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, the other at the back of your neck tilting your head ever so slightly to gain better access to you. You feel his lips part, his tongue brush against yours and you invite him wholly. Perhaps time slows, or perhaps it moves all too fast because when you part you want more, so much more and when you look him in the eye, so does he. 

Taking his hand you pull Mollymauk along away from the dancing and feasting people. Instead you make for a barn. Perhaps not the most glorious place but you’ve found yourselves in far worse. You quickly pick the lock and slide into the barn, Molly following behind. When he enters you quickly close the door and push him against it. Your lips are on his, hands sliding up his chest until you cup his cheeks. He takes a moment to recover but quickly his hand settle on your hips and in one swift motion he lifts you. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you along to the piles of hay. As you’ve done many times before, you push the coat from his shoulders. Begrudgingly he sets you down so you can take it off and without breaking contact once, place it down behind you. You use this moment to change places, urge him backwards and onto the coat. 

You are the image of seduction and you bring him to his knees with but one wanton look; your lips are slightly parted, your pupils dilated. He can see your breath rise and the twitch of your fingers. All it takes is a gentle push of your guiding hand and he is at your mercy as you crawl on top of him, legs on either side, fingers in his hair pulling at the roots ever so lightly. Your lips meet once more, tongues dancing together, but a taste of what’s to come, of what you are setting out to do. It’s safe to say those solstice kisses are intoxicating but you can do so much more and you intend to prove it. He all but whines when you trail your kisses down his neck, being sure to leave many a mark there, and go down further and further until you feel him. You look up at him when you reach for the buckles of his belt, teasingly slow to undo them. 

“Say the word.” You croon looking up through your lashes. You could have him undone right then and there. When he doesn’t respond thinking about what you’ll do to him, you let your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his trousers. The sweet noises he makes when he’s at your mercy.

“Please.” Begrudgingly he speaks but is cut off by his own mewling sounds when he feels your tongue circle him, then your lips wrap around him, just the once before letting your hands take over, stroking so slowly.

“That’s a good devil.” You grin and when you see the flush to his skin, feel his fingers lace in your hair you go down again. This will be an eventful solstice. One to remember for sure. 

[smaranshakthi]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Nein version of the hiding in the alley together Bell's hells scenario you wrote? I really loved your Bell's hells one! Thanks!

Thank you darling! I love that post so much too 🥰

Bell's Hells version 💙

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Beau 💜

You're standing on her toes, and her elbow is poking harshly into your side, and you both just don't know where to look. "Sorry, I'll scoot over a little bit-" "No, wait, hang on a sec-" Awkward scrambling ensues. You whisper and try to convince her to put up with the closeness until you guys are safe, but she. Just. Won't. Listen. Eventually, her squirming has you both off centre and reaching for each other for balance, and she murmurs a quiet: "... oh."

Beau isn't a romantic, never has been, and she's never really gazed into someone's eyes as purposefully as she is right now. You're fucking gorgeous. How has she never stopped to just look at you before? Have you always been so... You blink in confusion as she seems to soften, ever so slightly, calming down enough to breathe in sync with you.

You feel a palm drag itself up your arm, up, up, up until she finally cradles your jaw. And you both stand there, unmoving, for who knows how long, before she eventually tears herself away from you and the alley with a grumble. You take a moment to recover from the intense look in her eye, running after Beau only when she calls your name to hurry up.

-

Caleb 💜

His mouth is puckered in a tight frown as he looks anywhere but your face. It's an incredibly tight squeeze where you've found yourselves, so narrow that you're effectively pinning the wizard to the wall behind him. Your palms rest flat at either side of his neck and his hands have curled into little fists between your chests. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears - or maybe it's Caleb's - you're not quite sure whose it is when you're this close together.

It's incredibly quiet. Awkward, even. So you say something. Anything. A stupid comment on how this is like a cheesy scene in one of the awful smutty books that's been passed around the group, and he can't help but huff a laugh and try to hold back an amused smile. His shoulders relax and he rests his head against the wall to finally get a better look at you, and something makes you lean your head towards him, following his lead. His lips part slightly as you move closer and-

Nott/Veth calling both your names from outside the alley jerks your faces apart, and Caleb very hurriedly inches away from you. "We should, ah..." He reluctantly shuffles towards the road, adjusts unkempt hair and smooths down the front of his coat, fingers twisting the buttons shyly. "W-we should go join the others, ja?" His heart sings at the simple touch of you linking pinkies with him. It's a quiet message he doesn't need to worry about deciphering.

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Fjord 💜

"Beggin' your pardon." You can't help but snort. Even in times of peril, in situations where you're taking cover from the intense fighting outside of alleyways, Fjord still manages to treat you well and act the perfect gentleman. He shushes you, smiling himself, and it briefly feels like you're the only two people in the world - except for those in the battle mere feet away from your hiding spot.

His eyes soften as you share a secret grin with him, but not in the way you'd like. He clears his throat, peeks out of the gap of the alley."Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation but..." You say his name sweetly, urge him to look up from the ground to meet your gaze, and you see colour quickly spread across his neck in embarrassment. He swallows thickly and looks away, and breathes out the quietest shuddering sigh.

A hesitant hand reaches out for yours, and you grip it tight before he can regret taking the leap. The rest of the Nein find you both in that same position minutes later once the battle had officially ended and it was safe to leave, all tangled fingers and soft gazes. Fjord never wants to let go.

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Jester 💜

"Are you gonna kiss me?" She's a little cross eyed, a little flushed and out of breath, and so so pretty this close up. Her eyes flick between your own, both your noses just barely grazing. "It feels like now would be a good time to kiss me." And it does.

But the moment is ruined when a swarm of soldiers charges right by the alley's entrance, and Jester lunges forward to hug you close. Together you find yourselves huddled further in the shadows while the enemy runs right by your hiding spot. She's so soft in your arms, perfect - it's like she belongs there - and you want to tell her that, but saying so out loud would easily blow your cover. So you settle for keeping her close, a hand in her hair while she ducks her head under your chin.

You wait until the last soldier has gone before you reluctantly remove yourself from the tiefling (who visibly pouts) and peek outside the alley. Once the coast is clear, you look over your shoulder, only to find Jester already looping arms with you. She smiles, this time confidently, and you enter daylight once more with no mention of the almost-kiss.

-

Mollymauk 💜

He doesn't say a word. Which, y'know, is ideal when skulking about in an abandoned alley, away from prying eyes of spies and mercenaries - but the way how Mollymauk is not-so-subtly glancing your way every few seconds is awfully distracting. You lightly push against his chest, tell him in a hushed voice to stop smirking so much, that this is a very serious situation. "What? Can I not look at you now? Can I not enjoy the little things while we fear for our lives? Who knows when I'll see something so lovely again~"

You push him again, a little more forcefully this time, and he actually barks a laugh, sways back to you and tilts his head with sticky fondness. There's a sudden commotion nearby - heavily armoured folk who suddenly look in the direction of the sound and touch their weapons suspiciously. Quick thinking in the moment has you press your body closely to Molly's, making your forms fit within shadow, and cover his mouth with your hand.

And he's silent again, but his expression has changed. He never looks away from you, nor you him, both of you holding breaths in anticipation - of being discovered, or of something more passionate, you are not completely sure - but the moment is never interrupted. When all is safe and sound once more after the hired fighters evacuate the nearby area, he slowly peels your hand away and presses a single, simple touch of his lips to your palm. It's barely even a kiss, but you don't mind. It's nothing. It's something. It's a promise.

-

Yasha 💜

She's... Well, you already knew that she was tall before this, but you never really knew exactly how tall Yasha was until you were up against each other in a tiny alleyway in some fancy town neither of you know the name of. It's a small space, and there are hired thugs sniffing around town looking for you and the Nein, but you feel so safe with the barbarian - a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world. Your face warms at the thought.

She peers down at you with a blank expression, and you expect awkward silence, but she surprises you with: "Well this is quite cosy, isn't it?" It's dark in the alley, but she can see the wrinkles by your eyes when you smile at her. Good. That'll ease the tension immensely... And the slightly nervous pitter patter of her heart.

Despite it all, she's a little flustered being so close to you. It's weirdly intimate caging you in, and she curses under her breath quietly when you look away bashfully and bite your lip with a grin. She's obviously done something right when you gently rest a hand on her arm and ease her wandering mind. She still feels that touch hours after, and wonders if you're thinking of it too.

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Kingsley 💜

You don't want to admit it, but you're panicking. What started off as a cheeky side quest quickly spiralled into a catastrophe, and you now find yourself in a claustrophobic space with bad guys on your tails, and you have grazed knees after tripping earlier and you're stuck with your most charming friend who looks at you like he loves you, and it's all too much, and- "Hey, keep your eyes on me."

Kingsley is holding your face in his hands, and you can barely make out his crimson eyes in the dark, but you know he's giving you that look again. "We're gonna be fine, we're gonna get out of this. I'll buy you a drink later, you'll see." You want to believe him, even as your heart drums loudly in your chest, leftover adrenaline dulling in your veins. You follow his lead, breathe in, and breathe out as you move to hold the wrists of his hand that are cupping your face still. You find calm, and he looks proud. Maybe it's only a shadow of an expression in the dark though.

Instead of leading you back towards the ship, Kingsley takes you by the hand and dances around the crowded marketplace towards a quiet tavern on the outskirts of town. He reaches out and holds the door open for you, and grins when you look puzzled."I owe you a drink, remember?"

[smaranshakthi]

THE MIGHTY NEIN: Alone & Together

For @kermit-coded Happy Birthday!!!

[smaranshakthi]

one book that makes me sympathize so hard with the villain. It's been a good couple of months since I finished this book but these few images keep circling in my head.

'The Nine Eyes of Lucien' excerpts under the break

"Do you remember that fiend we fought outside of Berleben? Gods, but that thing had a stench. I thought it was going to feast on my entrails, and Brevyn couldn't get a clear shot, then you found us and got it to chase you just long enough for me to cast and bind it," she said, laughing, and wiped at her brow. "I think that was the day Brev fell for you."

He tried to access the memory, but all he could conjure were the blurry faces of a younger Cree and Brevyn, one on each side of him, haloed in the luminous shine of an enchanted swamp, a few scraggly trees behind offering shade. "Bloody good timing!" Cree had shrieked, and she and Brevyn kissed him on the face. His cheeks burned where the kisses had landed.

--

That's her. The charm. Do you remember? The circus, the lights, the way Yasha's rare smile just lights up the whole fucking night? I know you remember her. She's like your Brevyn, Circus Man. She and I might only have been friends, but I think you have a type.

--

The bright blast of a spell punched into his chest, a rain of blood and sparks exploding from the wound. Lucien pushed his hands into the opening, pulling against the flesh and bones, eager, at last, for the pain to stop. There was a flicker of laughter somewhere in the distance, and a smile he wanted to curl up inside of, and a promise of a long sleep at the end of a longer journey. This was the realm of dreams, after all, and anything was possible.

[smaranshakthi]

needdd crybaby!reader taking care of toji when he comes back super injured from a job or something and she’s losing her mind and needdd that hurt/comfort thing that u write SOO GOOD with ur other crybaby!reader works i love u so much tojipie u r truly a gift

this is so incredibly validating and sweet omg i love YOU :((( when i saw this ask i literally jumped, i love the concepts you guys come up with

content: toji x crybaby reader, hurt/comfort, angst, injuries

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You don’t know how you manage to move him off the porch and inside. If the circumstances were different you might actually be proud of your ability to lug 300 pounds of dead weight across the house.

You try your best to ignore the slick trail of crimson trailing behind the both of you as you pull him down the hallway, grunting, huffing, and trying not to sob as you force down the lump in your throat.

You wrap his arms around your shoulders for the last stretch, hauling his cold body forward as your legs scream in protest. You can barely make out the blue tinge of his fingertips in your peripherals, sniffling as you imagine his heart struggling to keep his body warm after lying face down in the snow for who knows how long.

Five agonizing minutes later you’re on the floor watching the living room carpet soak up the blood pouring from his lower abdomen. Toji is unresponsive, head lolling side to side as you try to shake him awake.

“Toji? Baby?” Your voice cracks, eyes flitting over each and every millimeter of his body as you take in the jagged wound creeping up his hip all the way to his ribs. He’s breathing like he doesn’t need air, one shallow, agonizingly slow breath for every 3 of yours.

Right, fuck. He’s bleeding.

Situations like these weren’t too rare when you’d first met your boyfriend. But nothing like this. Injuries were common but never in a million years did you think it would get to this point.

You’d learned a thing or two about first aid from years of seeing Toji stitch himself up night after night, job after job. Spending hours blubbering on the toilet seat watching him stand in front of the bathroom mirror, tongs in hand as he tried to pry whatever foreign object had lodged itself in his shoulder this time.

The only time he’d let you patch him up were nights when you were inconsolable, threatening to leave him if he didn’t get it together and leave his job behind for something normal. Something that wouldn’t take him away from you one day.

You thought he’d finally turned a new leaf a few months ago when you noticed he’d stop coming home battered up. You didn’t want to ask directly, wanting to hold onto that mix of hope and relief you felt at the prospect of him finally settling down. You shouldn’t have been so hopeful.

You waste no time ripping his already tattered shirt down the middle, pulling the fabric down, and knotting it tight around his abdomen.

Good, okay. The blood soaks into the fabric before ebbing and eventually slowing down. At least, you think it slows down. Everything is the same shade of red, staining your clothes and skin just like it stains his.

“Toji, can you hear me?” You don’t wait for an answer, already searching for a pulse along the side of his neck.

It’s weak, but it’s there. Hammering away under his skin as his body clings onto its last shreds of consciousness. You rock back and forth, cradling his head in your lap as you try to brush his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

He’s cold. So undeniably cold even with the heater blasting, and it takes everything in you not to break down when you notice he’s so limp that the scar across his mouth has lost its dimension, no longer twisting with the little smirk his mouth somehow always finds itself in.

You curl in on yourself, still rocking the two of you back and forth as you wait for a miracle.

“—real good.”

A voice, low and gravelly. One you’d know anywhere.

“Mm.. got me real good,” Toji mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into you as a sob of relief rips through your throat.

“Who?” You sob, cradling his hands in your face. “Who did?”

Toji finally opens his eyes, bloodshot and sensitive from his time in the cold. You feel his chest expand with air, letting a much-needed breath fill his lungs before exhaling his quiet answer.

“Bounty.” His words come much too slowly, almost like he’s trying to figure out how to speak again. “Guy.. owed a client some m-money. Didn’t… expect ‘m to be so good with a blade.”

“I thought you quit.” You whimper, lip quivering. You can’t believe he’d gone back to taking hits for quick cash, nearly killing himself over some quick pocket change.

“You know... I can’t do that, baby.” That’s all you get in return, his overwhelming guilt evident. There was no other path for Toji, no feasible way you’d ever get him to settle down.

You feel the tears start up again, leaving searing trails of salt down your cheeks and neck. Toji’s expression softens at your distress,

“I’m okay... I’m okay baby, I promise.” He whispers again and again, nuzzling into your neck as you sob into his chest for what feels like forever. Soft kisses flit over your nose and forehead, the warmth in his body returning with every pump of his still-beating heart.

A shaky, blood-stained hand wipes the tears from each side of your face, quickly returning to his side as the muscles in his arm give out.

You feel calmed down enough to breathe, pulling back from the raven-haired man to gather your bearings.

Toji takes a minute to look over his injury, peeling back the sticky fabric to assess the damage. Emerald eyes soften in relief.

“I’ll be fine.” He says firmly, letting you run your hand through his sweaty, blood-crusted hair. “Didn’t.. hit anything important. Fuck, need sleep.”

You don’t respond, watching his eyes drift closed and his head droop to the side. You’d call Shiu in the morning, ask him to bring antibiotics and an IV over.

You don’t know how long it is before you speak, cringing at how hoarse your voice has become.

“Tell me you’ll quit one day.” You don’t even know if he can still hear you.

A much larger hand engulfs yours, squeezing softly.

“One day.” He mumbles, you know he's lying to you.

[smaranshakthi]

Yes. Yes I think about this ONLY ALL THE TIME.

My heart aches for him because he made the wrong choices too when all he wanted was: a warm family, a home, his best friend, his lover. He just wanted them back. And at the end, even he knew he was too far gone. He hated himself for being born and raised in the run and at the end of it all, never rose above that and that fucking breaks my heart. He deserved (deserved? Maybe? Could have had is more like it) so much better.

You ever just think about the tragedy of Lucien Tavelle and cry a little bit? He didn’t seek out the Somnovem intentionally; he found the book on accident and was more interested in the silly hat the original owner was wearing than it. It only became important when the girl he loved died trying to get it back for him. And by the time he knew there was something fucked up about it, it was too late.

And then he was dead. And there was no coming back from that, because the Lucien that Cree brought back was a wholly different one than the Lucien Tavelle of before. Hollowed out and cruel, with only wisps of memories of who he was before remaining.

[smaranshakthi]

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆!𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮: toji’s bulking and you’re ovulating! how can you keep your hands to yourself when all you want to do is touch? 𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒩𝒯 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢: size difference (toji has a monster cock ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა), blowjob, female oral, choking, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, cream-pie, explicit language, mirror sex, toji fucks you in a headlock ݁𖥔 ݁˖

BULKING!TOJI who always seems to be wearing the sluttiest clothing. muscle tees that grip his meaty arms enticingly, showing off every curve and bulge of his well-defined biceps. his sweats always seem to hang too low on his hips, revealing a dark happy trail that leads down to his waistband. the fabric clinging to his thick thighs.

BULKING!TOJI who religiously carries a protein shaker with him, even on date nights, because he's serious about his bulking diet. he’s got a variety of protein powders, from chocolate to vanilla, and he loves mixing them with different fruits and oats to keep things interesting.

BULKING!TOJI who loves trying out new high-calorie recipes and often ropes you into cooking massive meals with him. you two have fun experimenting in the kitchen, making everything from giant stacks of protein pancakes to hearty chicken and rice dishes, always ensuring they meet his caloric needs. he’s genuinely grateful. often, hugging you from behind while you cook, placing the sloppiest kisses behind your ears, his tattooed arms coiled around your frame. his gratitude is evident in the way he nuzzles into your neck, whispering sweet nothings about how much he appreciates your efforts. “i love you, y’know that. . .right?”

BULKING!TOJI who despite his intense workouts, always makes time to cuddle and watch movies, using you as his favorite "recovery" time. he loves resting his head on your lap while you binge-watch your favorite series, feeling your fingers run through his hair as he relaxes. “i hate this scene.”

BULKING!TOJI who gets annoyed and sleeps on the couch when you won’t stop playing with his tits. “you’re so damn annoying.”

BULKING!TOJI who you make sure has a secret stash of snacks in his gym bag for when he needs extra calories on the go. protein bars, nuts, and dried fruits are his go-to, and he always has a little something to munch on between sets or during quick breaks. “humph. this lady is trying to make me fatter.”

BULKING!TOJI who becomes an expert at meal prepping, and his mini fridge is always stocked with containers of chicken, rice, and veggies. each container meticulously measured to ensure he gets the right amount of protein, carbs, and fats, and he takes pride in his perfectly organized fridge.

BULKING!TOJI who likes wearing your crop tops, flexing in front of the mirror. “take it off! you’re stretching my shit toji.” “no.”

BULKING!TOJI who can’t resist squeezing your face in his bicep, laughing as your chubby cheeks push together. “haha!”

BULKING!TOJI who just throws you over his shoulder during arguments. “i’ll put you down when you’re done being a brat.”

BULKINGTOJI! who thinks it’s dumb as you tie a pink ribbon around his wrist, demanding he stay still. he thinks it’s even dumber when you record it, the video boasting one-million likes on tiktok. “they loveeeeee you!”

BULKING!TOJI who’s entire hand covers your face. jeez, your poor cunt, he thinks.

BULKING!TOJI who can’t help but admire the way your swollen sticky lips suckle at his thick cock, pulling him back in greedily. usually, it’d take some time for him to ease into your tiny hole. but, you were ovulating today and after seeing your boyfriend walking around shirtless with nothing but boxers on, you practically jumped his bones.

BULKING!TOJI who presses all his weight into you as he fucks into your soppy pussy, the pressure in your back dull as he prods into that sweet spot from behind. pale veiny hands pull your cheeks apart, spreading you, revealing your puckering hole. a glob of warm spit followed by his thumb lubricating your asshole has you arching your back in anticipation. “papaaaa,” glossy eyes squeeze shut as he gently sinks his thumb into your asshole, pelvis relentlessly slapping into your sore ass. the sight has his dick twitching, “humph, look so pretty with both holes filled.”

BULKING!TOJI who doesn’t care that you’re overstimulated, rocking his dick into your tight velvety walls at a mean pace. you don’t know how many orgasms the man has yanked from you. “i know baby, doing so good. takin’ all of me like a big girl, fuckkkk.” glazed eyes watching the way you glisten on him as he folds you against the wooden headboard, your legs flush to your chest. “tojiiii,” you whine, he could get drunk off the way you whimper his name. “am i deep baby?” he groans, thick cream building on his base. “mhm!”

BULKING!TOJI who has you in the nastiest chokehold, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other forcing you to look into the mirror. you’re a mess, disheveled hair, tear-stained cheeks, swollen lips. the man’s so fucking huge he covers your entire body. “unt, unt. eyes open beautiful.” he sends a particularly deep thrust that has you shivering. slick, slick, slick, a repetitive noise that has him grunting deeply into your ear.

BULKING!TOJI who eats your pussy while you suck his dick. it’s a struggle taking the man, drool seeping down your chin as you slurp at the veiny masterpiece. it’s also a struggle to concentrate as he eats you out like a starved man, spitting, slapping, fingering. god, you’re gonna cum again. “cummin!”

BULKING!TOJI who watches as his cum trickles out of your pulsing hole, huffing and pushing it back inside. “stay.”

[smaranshakthi]

The funny thing about toji is that if you can’t stay quiet, he’ll make you stay quiet.

his line of work comes with an innate knowledge of the human body. every vein, every artery, every ligament, is just another chess piece to map out in his mind. if you can’t keep it down when he’s pummeling his dick into you from behind, no problem, because he’s pressing down on a special little spot right under your windpipe before you can apologize for being too loud, rendering you silent with a low growl.

it’s so hot. so devastatingly hot how calculated he is and how intimately he knows your body. soon enough, a rough hand reaches down to lock your arms behind your body, your only balance being your two feet that were currently tip-toed to accommodate for his towering height.

the thing you’re most in awe of is the fact that you can breathe completely fine. your vision doesn’t have those little black spots you usually get when he chokes you. it’s not breathe play, just a little trick he picked up from hunting people down in broad daylight as a 9 to 5.

you want to moan, scream, whimper, whatever you can do to let him know you’re feeling good. but toji knows. he knows how good he’s giving it to you and that’s exactly why you can’t afford to get caught. you’re 16 floors up in your office building, stuffed into a maintenance closet with nothing in to grab onto but the taught muscular flesh of his forearm as he uses your restrained arms for purchase, pulling you onto his cock with one hand while the other catches any semblance of noise trying to escape from you.

He’s stopping your whimpers at the source with just the press of two fingers, sending them right back down to your lungs where they wait to be let out again.

“Yeah? Feels that good?” He whispers, chuckling fondly when all you can do is nod. It’s more of a rhetorical, he knows how good it feels just from how hard you’re sucking him in.

You don’t even realize how close you are to your orgasm until your arms are released and two calloused fingers move to rub your clit in soft circles, sending you both over the edge in mere seconds.

You let it all go, slumping back against the rock wall that is his chest and thanking the stars above that no one can hear you as you cum all over his cock.

Except, Toji’s hand isn’t on your throat anymore. It’s resting under your ribcage, holding you up as your jelly legs struggle to accommodate your weight. You’re moaning and loud at that, unable to stop yourself without the added help from his grip on your neck.

You never thought you’d say this, but your beyond grateful for the massive warm hand that slaps over your mouth, cutting your sounds of pleasure off and rendering you silent once again.

“Aw c’mon, what’d i tell you about being quiet?” He teases.

[smaranshakthi]

The dream tbh part 2 🥰

Part 1

[smaranshakthi]

Something we can save

+ pairings. suguru geto x f!reader

+ tags. romance, a lil bit angst, dark romance themes, smut, relationship problembs, depressed Geto

The young woman's eyes darted over the crowded street, her heart racing like it was playing catch-up with the pulse of the city. Her breaths came in short gasps, each one carrying the scent of rain-kissed asphalt and the distant whisper of jasmine. She clutched a small bouquet of flowers, their vibrant colors stark against the muted gray of the evening. The city was a canvas of neon lights and shadows, the buildings stretching tall like sentinels watching over her every move. The rain had stopped, leaving behind a glistening sheen that reflected the hustle and bustle of the night.

With a deep breath, she approached the apartment building, the same one she had visited countless times before. It was a simple place, nestled between a noodle shop and a convenience store, but it had become a sanctuary of sorts for her. She knew the rhythm of its walls, the creak of the stairs, and the comforting silence of the elevator that took her to the fifth floor. The anticipation grew with every step she took, a mix of excitement and dread that coiled in her stomach like a tight spring.

Reaching Suguru's door, she paused, listening for any sign of life within. The quiet was almost deafening, the only sound the distant echo of laughter from the street below. She lifted her hand, feeling the cool metal of the knob beneath her fingertips, and knocked gently. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing him in the dimly lit hallway. His smile was the same, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. It was as if he was holding something back, a secret that painted shadows across his features.

They stepped into the living room, and she placed the bouquet on the coffee table. The room was a mess, with clothes strewn about and empty takeout containers littering the floor. She'd never seen it like this before — usually, it was a testament to his meticulousness, a space so neat it could pass for a magazine spread. The music was too loud, a desperate attempt to fill the void that seemed to have settled between them.

Suguru took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. The walls were plastered with band posters and photos from their past adventures, but they offered no comfort now. The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled like the thoughts in her mind. He kissed her, his touch urgent, as if trying to convince her — and himself — that everything was fine. But she could feel the tremor in his hands, the tension in his embrace. It was like dancing with a storm, trying to ignore the thunder in the background.

Their clothes fell away, a silent symphony of unspoken words. His skin was hot against hers, his breaths shallow and uneven. The room spun around them, a whirlwind of passion and doubt. She closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the moment, to find the connection they once had. But it was like trying to hold onto a fading dream—just out of reach, slipping away with every beat of her heart.

Suguru kissed her neck, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that bordered on desperation. She felt his erection pressing against her, insistent and demanding. She parted her legs, letting him enter her with a sigh that was equal parts relief and resignation. The initial feeling of fullness was almost comforting, a sensation she had missed. But as they moved together, the emptiness inside her only grew. It was a hollow embrace, a mimicry of intimacy.

"You feel so good," he murmured against her skin, his voice strained. She bit her lip, not trusting herself to speak. The words felt like a lie on her tongue, a betrayal of what she really felt. She nodded, letting the rhythm of their bodies speak for her. His hands found her breasts, kneading them gently. The friction between them grew, each thrust sending a shiver of something that could almost be mistaken for pleasure through her.

Their eyes locked, and she saw the doubt in his, the fear that she was slipping away. He quickened his pace, trying to hold onto her, to claim her as his. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of him inside her, the way he filled her up and stretched her wide. It was almost enough to push aside the thoughts that plagued her, the whispers that told her this was just going through the motions. But not quite.

They reached their climax together, a crescendo of breaths and moans that echoed in the silence of the room. For a brief moment, she felt alive again, connected to him in the most primal way. But as he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the illusion shattered. They lay there, sweaty and spent, the only sound the harsh rasp of their breathing. He kissed her again, but it was like trying to piece together a broken vase with sticky tape—it held, but the cracks were still there, glaring and unmistakable.

The aftermath was a tapestry of tangled limbs and awkward silence. He rolled off her, his arm draped over her waist. She stared at the ceiling, tracing the patterns of the cracks with her gaze. The room felt smaller, suffocating almost. The smell of their sex lingered in the air, a stark reminder of what they had just shared — or rather, what they had just pretended to share. She swallowed hard, pushing down the lump that threatened to rise in her throat. This wasn't what she had hoped for, but maybe it was all they had left.

Suguru sat up, his back to her, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He reached for his clothes, pulling them on with jerky, unpracticed movements. Each button, each zipper was a silent declaration that he was retreating into himself again. She watched him, her heart aching with a pain she hadn't felt in a long time. It was like watching someone she knew fade away into a photograph, the colors slowly draining until all that was left was a sad, monochrome version of the man she had once loved.

As he walked towards the kitchen, she couldn't help but admire the strength in his stride, the way his muscles rippled with every step. Despite the weight of his emotions, he carried himself with an air of confidence that was almost palpable. She sat up, the cold air hitting her skin like a slap, and followed him. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet, a mournful tune that seemed to echo their current state. The kitchen was a mess, too — dishes piled in the sink, counters littered with dirty pans and half-eaten food.

He opened the fridge, the light casting a cold, blue glow over his face. She could see the exhaustion etched into every line, the shadows under his eyes like bruises from a fight with reality. He grabbed a beer, popped the cap off, and took a long swig. The sound was almost defiant in the quiet, a declaration of defeat wrapped in a casual gesture. He offered her one without looking, his hand extended blindly behind him. She took it, the cool bottle a stark contrast to the heat still emanating from her body.

The kitchen was a minefield of unspoken words and unanswered questions. She leaned against the counter, the condensation from her beer bottle leaving a wet trail on her skin. She took a sip, the bitter taste a harsh reminder of the truth she had been avoiding. They were two people living parallel lives, intersecting only in moments like these — moments of passion that couldn't fill the void between them. She searched for something to say, something that would make it all okay, but the words remained trapped in her throat, a jumble of fear and regret.

Suguru turned to face her, the fridge door now closed, the light above flickering. He studied her, his gaze intense. "You know," he began, his voice thick with unspoken words, "I thought this would be different."

The admission hung in the air like a question, a silent plea for her to explain, to justify her distance, her coldness. But she had no answers for him. Not ones he would want to hear, anyway. She took another sip of her beer, the bubbles fizzing in her mouth like the beginnings of a lie. "I know," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Me too."

He stepped closer, closing the gap between them. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His thumb traced her cheekbone, leaving a trail of warmth that made her tremble. "What happened to us?" he whispered, the pain in his voice raw and unfiltered.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored his own. "I don't know," she confessed, her voice cracking. "But maybe it's time we find out."

The tension in the room grew, a living, breathing entity that wrapped around them like a second skin. They stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken truths pressing down like an invisible force. And for the first time in what felt like forever, she saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, they could salvage the wreckage of their love and build something new, something real. Or perhaps it was just a mirage, a fleeting illusion before the final curtain call.

But in that moment, with the cold beer in her hand and the warmth of his touch against her skin, she allowed herself to believe. She took a step towards him, her bare feet cold against the tile floor. He met her halfway, his arms wrapping around her in a fierce embrace. They stood there, in the heart of their shared chaos, holding onto each other like lifeboats in a storm-tossed sea. And for just a moment, she felt like maybe, just maybe, they could weather this storm together.

[smaranshakthi]

"yeah baby stay just like that"

you were just so good for him, taking his fat cock all the way to the shaft, taking every drop of his delicious cum like a good slut with your face down and ass up, arching your back to make sure you feel every inch of him

and you just looked so cute clawing at the sheets trying to practically get away from him but he made sure to keep a good grip on your hips with his large hands, pulling you back towards him and listening to how you whimper his name trying to stop him

"just a little longer then you can go back to enjoying your show" he was just a little pent up from work all day and seeing you in your sexy pajamas just ticked something off in him enough to grab you by the ankles and drag you towards him and whip it out

the way he just stretches you out in all the right ways has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and making your brain go blank, only being able to think about the sweet nothings he whispers into your ear

"you take me so fucking good, gonna fill you up and give you so many babies" his voice deep and grumbly next to your ear as his hips work on their own to give you what you want and what he needs aka a release, his grip tightened more and more as he got closer and his grunts got more primalcumming inside you with a load groan while you moaned into the mattress

you both standing there a couple seconds regaining your thoughts before toji pulled out of you and put your pajamas back on, as much as he wanted to clean you up he was just tired to so he opted to just watch you show with you held tightly in his arms

[smaranshakthi]

— ARE YOU LISTENING?

pairing: suguru geto x f!reader

wc: 2.3k

tags: dubcon, noncon elements, vomit/emeto, power imbalance, cockwarming

summary: The name of the game is cruel and unusual punishment, and you just happen to be the unlucky winner.

notes: yeah idk. read the tags and read them again before you click the read more. sex is dubcon at best, the vomit is def noncon. you've been warned. dividers by @/adornedwithlight

❥ ao3 link here

After the months you’ve spent at the monastery, you have no idea how Geto-sama feels about you. Now and then you see him, but he’s distant at best, unreadable at worst.

Rumors float around and they always find their way to you. Sometimes innocent ones, other times things you have no stake in. But there’s one that seeps through the halls of the monastery, one that makes your stomach tighten, your breathing needle sharp.

Geto-sama isn’t very fond of you.

It’s childish, you know you shouldn’t let it bother you. But it does. Especially when it’s followed by baseless accusations that you know aren’t true.

You’re irresponsible. A burden to the family. As you walk down the corridors, you swear you can hear the echoes of your peers' voices–what is your contribution?

Though you know this isn’t true, it still weighs on your conscience. Just enough for you to get desperate to prove everyone wrong, shut them up for once.

But you weren’t able to.

You’ll admit, it was a poor decision made in the heat of the moment. Sick of hearing whispers of your incompetence, you would do anything to prove it, including bringing back a curse for your beloved master. Though you’re out of practice, a grade two should be well within your capabilities.

Unfortunately, some things are a lot easier said than done.

It’s a miracle he noticed something was amiss. If it weren’t for him coming to your rescue, you would be nothing but a pile of broken bones by now. And while you’re grateful for him saving you, it does not spare you from the embarrassment and shame of the now reinforced idea that you’re irresponsible.

The trip back to the monastery was held together by an eerie silence. Suguru wore no emotion on his face while you wore yours on your sleeve, all wandering eyes and nervous tics. By the time the two of you make it back to a private room, nothing has changed. You’re still a nervous wreck, and Suguru does nothing to acknowledge it.

He simply sits down on the armchair, letting out a heavy sigh as he bends. Slowly, he places his chin on his hand and tuts. “Why did you do it?”

You’re barely able to look him in the eye. “I felt like I needed to prove myself.”

“Why?” he asks again, his voice low and dangerous.

You inhale sharply as an attempt to get the words out easier. It doesn’t help.

“I’ve heard some people say that you don’t like me,” you state, and the words choke on the way out, a ball forming in your throat as you attempt to push them out, “because I’m irresponsible.”

“The first half isn’t true. I’m actually quite fond of you…” he pauses, and you get your hopes up in the brief silence, “but you did prove the latter.”

As quickly as you got your hopes up, they crash to the floor. It stings, hearing him say that.

”There’s a reason why things are the way they are…” he trails off, eyes analyzing your form from top to bottom. It feels like he’s dissecting you with a scalpel in hand, cutting into the skin to see what’s hidden underneath.

“You don’t need to prove anything,” he hums with–if you’re not mistaken–the slightest hint of amusement, “but you do need to be punished.”

Even though this is supposed to be a punishment, his words send heat rushing to your face. It only worsens when he beckons you to come closer, your breath hitching when he’s close enough to touch.

”Don’t be shy,” Suguru coos, patting his lap, gesturing for you to come take your seat. It feels like a trap, but you know you can’t refuse him.

Awkwardly, you raise one leg over the other, gently sitting down, doing your best to avoid touching chests together because that would be too much for your poor heart. Seeing him this up close is a sight to behold. Soft skin that can only be achieved with a meticulous multi-step care routine. Silky tresses of obsidian that makes you wonder how he takes care of it, if he has someone brush it for him in the mornings. You feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought.

“Is this something you do with the others?” you ask, hushed and quiet because you’re unsure if this question will spur on another punishment.

He tilts his head quizzically before smiling gently. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “No.”

It shouldn’t excite you, but it does. Something hot and honeyed makes its way down your core when his large hands wrap around your upper thighs and straddle you closer to him until you feel something hard pressed against your clothed cunt.

The sensation is enough to make your heart race, and intensifies even more when you realize you don’t even know what your punishment is yet.

His hands pull and adjust your skirt until he exposes your underwear. From there his hands are agonizingly slow, his finger tracing up your thigh until he reaches the gusset. With a swift movement he pulls it off to the side, the sudden exposure to the cold air making you wince.

”Geto-sama?”

Your question goes unanswered.

It feels far from a punishment when his fingers make their way to your clit, gently tracing circles until you can’t hold your voice back. As soon as he hears you moan for him, it’s as if he’s trying to rip it out of you, motions becoming tighter and faster as your breath quickens.

And as quickly as he gets you on the precipice, he takes his fingers away, making you whine at the loss of his touch.

“This is a punishment,” he reminds you, a teasing lilt woven into his voice, “turn around.”

So you do as he says, waiting in anxious anticipation for what comes next.

You hear the sounds of fabric shuffling and shifting before something hot and hard presses against your ass. A shaky breath leaves your lips as he rubs against you. Geto’s patience knows no bounds, while you’re desperate for him to get it over with, grinding against his cock to entice him to put it in already. He finally heeds your call, but only after pressing against your hole teasingly before pulling away a few times, just to hear that high pitched whine when he doesn’t give you the satisfaction.

When he finally gives you what you want, you nearly regret asking for it. Geto takes his sweet time putting himself into you. It’s painfully slow, as if you can feel every part of your pussy stretch itself out for him inch by inch. All you can do is steady your breathing until he bottoms out, and let out a shaky moan when he does.

Geto doesn’t let you catch your breath before asking, “You know about my curse technique, don’t you?”

This hardly feels like the time to have a talk about sorcery and the like, but it’s not like you have many options.

”I’m aware, yes,” you do your best to sound composed, though your voice is breathy, your head somewhere else entirely as you look down where you’re connected to him. That aching need grows at the sight of it, your hips moving before you realize what you’re doing.

“How much are you aware of?” Geto continues, and the contrast between your composures is laughable. His hands grip tightly onto your hips, holding them in place.

“You can absorb cursed spirits, and you have a lot of them stored up.” You hope this is the right answer, as if this is a test you have a chance of passing.

(You don’t.)

“Do you know how I absorb them?” he coos, as if he’s amused by your answer. It’s difficult to tell if his interest is genuine or not, but realistically you guess it’s somewhere in the middle. Getting tested about his cursed technique isn’t exactly what you had in mind as a punishment, but Geto can be a bit of an eccentric character when he wants to be. Cult leader things, you suppose.

”No.” you reply, ashamed because it’s the truth. You’re not exactly trusted with much in regards to cursed spirits, working more with administrative tasks that are deemed too tedious for the stronger curse users.

His thumb brushes against your lips before he gets closer, so close the warmth of his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “I swallow them.”

It’s a strange mental image to conjure, and not one you particularly want to imagine at the moment. If you were to be honest, you think it's beneath him, but you'd never voice that opinion out loud.

“Have I ever told you about the taste of a curse?” His timbre changes to something dark and low, a threat lurking beneath the surface of his words. Suddenly, despite yourself, you feel exposed. Like a deer in headlights, frozen and staring down the car that’s going to run it over. Nothing good can come from this.

You do not know. You do not want to know. But one thing is certain: he’ll tell you anyway.

“It tastes horrible,” he states simply. He presses his lips against your neck, gently nibbling against the supple skin. The way he kisses you is soft, something too intimate for a subordinate and superior. It’s almost enough to distract you from the words that leave his mouth next, “like a rag soaked in vomit.”

And though his words strike fear in your heart, it’s not enough to pull yourself off of him. You shouldn’t be enjoying yourself, but Geto has a way with his fingers. With the way he has you melting in his hands when he touches your puffy clit, desperate for any kind of simulation.

“It makes you want to retch and gag, yet nothing comes out.” His words don’t match his actions–the former filling you with unease, the latter keeping you on the edge of pleasure. Either way, your heart beats faster, along with an unsettling tincture of cortisol and adrenaline coursing through your body.

His thumb gently swipes over your lips before pushing into the seam, a demand for an opening. You give it to him before you can stop to think about it and the way his fingers touch your tongue makes your stomach twist in fear. It’s cold, analytical, like a researcher examining a specimen with gloved hands, pressing and prodding with the goal of invoking some kind of reaction.

“Since you want to know so badly, why don’t you have a taste?”

He doesn’t give you the chance to respond, shifting gears to stuff his fingers down your throat as deep as possible. The sounds that leave your lips are unfamiliar and unwelcome to your ears, forced retches and coughs filling the empty room as you receive your punishment.

Geto doesn’t blink when you vomit, nor does he move his fingers away. He simply watches with a cold eye as you empty the contents of your stomach onto his arm and the floor.

There’s nowhere to run, his free arm wrapped firmly around your waist to bring you further into him. Every muscle in your body tightens in all the wrong ways as he attempts to get another out of you. It comes out too easily, as if your body is willing to give him whatever he wants.

If this is what his affection is like, you don’t want to experience his contempt. Or maybe it’d be better. Gracious. A quick cut to the throat. A gunshot to the chest. Not whatever this is, this drawn out torture, rendering you into a pathetic state where you can’t even beg for mercy.

The muscles in your stomach ache from twisting and constricting when there’s nothing left to purge, but Geto doesn’t stop. Even when your throat burns with bile in places it shouldn’t be, when you claw and scratch into his arms enough to draw blood. Not until he gets a few shallow strokes in, grunting at the way your body tightens up for him with his fingers down your throat.

Geto can’t stop himself from cumming inside you, not when every part of you seems to be gripping around him for all his worth. Drool spills from your mouth as he empties himself inside you, each hot spurt of his seed making you groan.

“Maybe, I was a bit rough,” Geto removes his hand from your mouth and returns to the soft tone he carries when talking with his family, though it does nothing to soothe you. If anything, it puts you on edge, in fear that he wants to take more from you.

“But you did good for me. Surely, that warrants a reward.”

You don’t want whatever reward he’s offering but you’re too scared, too worn out to fight. You don’t give him a nod, you simply watch as his fingers find your clit. Despite his cruelty, his fingers are generous, and it’s jarring enough to give you whiplash.

Like his punishments, Geto’s swift with his rewards, drawing tighter and tighter circles around your clit until you cum with his softening cock inside you. Your orgasm is tainted even though pleasure courses through your body, your muscles too worn out to truly indulge. Even still, your cunt convulses around him as you cry and cough when you finally recieve that release you’ve (regrettably) been begging for.

Geto slowly pulls his fingers away from you as you come down from your high, his arms wrapping you in a gentle embrace. Every hair on your body stands, every nerve on high alert.

“I hope you learned your lesson. I won’t be so nice next time.”

[smaranshakthi]

𖧹Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto

𖧹smut

𖧹2.8k

𖧹mdni

𖧹cw: established relationship (gojo x reader), mmf threesome, oral (both rec), fingering, unprotected sex.

𖧹part 2 (coming soon)

when satoru brought up having a threesome you wouldn't say you were against the idea... you just weren't exactly sure you wanted to share your man with another girl, knowing that you can be both jealous and possessive.

"it'd be with suguru" he told you when you voiced your concerns to him. now that, that piqued your interests.

you were pretty familiar with satoru's best friend, suguru geto having spent time with the man on several occasions and you have to admit, he's attractive.

tall, dark and endlessly charismatic, with a voice that dripped like honey and you couldn’t help but imagine the way it sounds moaning your name when he’s drunk on your pussy and ready to burst.

"i didn't expect that" you admit, your cheeks heating up. "but..." you hesitated, the weight of his proposal sinking in. "are you sure? sharing me with him?"

satoru's gaze darkened, a smirk playing at his lips. "suguru and i share a lot of things babe. and trust me, you'll enjoy this just as much as we will"

his confidence was maddening. and the way he spoke—as though he'd already decided this was happening—made your pulse quicken.

the idea lingered in your mind over the next few days, no matter how hard you tried to push it aside. it wasn't just the thought of satoru's hands and lips on you that haunted your thoughts, no, it was the fact that it would be suguru's hands and lips on you as well.

would he be gentle or rough? would his voice drop into that low, sultry tone as he murmured sinful promises against your skin?

it didnt take long after you told satoru your answer for him to get everything arranged. he came to you the next day telling you that friday was the night it was happening.

friday— just two days away.

shit, that was sooner than you expected.

when geto stepped through the door friday evening, dressed in a dark button up that emphasized his broad shoulder and long legs, and gave you a small, genuine smile your nerves flew away.

"it's good to see you again" his voice was as smooth as ever when he greeted you, closing the distance in just a few steps. his scent hits you immediately and you cant help but inhale, letting it wrap around you like a blanket, warm and comforting.

you swallow hard, heart racing as satoru approaches you, his hand finding the small of your back. "she's been looking forward to this" he teased, his tone light but his touch grounding.

geto arched a brow, his gaze flicking from you to satoru and back. "is that so?" his voice dropped slightly, the weight of it settling over you. you didnt trust your voice at the moment, so you nod, your throat tight.

"don't be shy." satoru murmured, tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze. His smirk softened as his thumb brushed softly against your bottom lip. "we'll take care of you, won't we suguru?"

blue eyes flick over towards dark ones and the two share a look.

"of course" suguru replies easily, his voice like velvet. he moved closer, his presence commanding without being overwhelming. The air between the three of you seemed to crackle, charged with an energy that made your skin tingle.

satoru leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “relax, beautiful. let us make you feel good.”

before you could respond, his mouth claimed yours, his kiss firm and possessive. his hands slid down your back, pulling you closer until you were pressed against him. you barely had time to process the way his tongue teased against your bottom lip when you felt suguru’s fingers ghost along your arm, a featherlight touch that sent a shivers racing across your arm.

when satoru finally pulled back, his blue eyes blazing with desire, suguru stepped up. he cupped your face gently, his hands warm and steady as he studied you for a moment.

“you’re so sexy,” he said softly. then his lips met yours, his kiss a stark contrast to satoru’s— slow, deliberate, as though he was savoring the taste of you.

your hands found their way to suguru's chest, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his shirt. his heartbeat was steady beneath your touch, a calming rhythm that grounded you even as your body hummed with anticipation.

satoru's hands roamed, sliding under your shirt to trace the curve of your waist. his lips found the side of your neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin.

the combination of sensations was overwhelming— the feel of suguru's lips on yours and satoru's touch leaving you breathless.

"she tastes sweet, doesn't she?" satoru murmured against your skin, his voice low and teasing.

suguru hummed in agreement, you can feel the way his lips curl into a smile against yours. "very."

the heat in the room seemed to rise as their hands and mouths explored, their touches growing bolder. satoru tugged at your shirt, slipping it over your head in one swift motion, while suguru's fingers traced the line of your jaw, his dark eyes intense, filled with a lust you never expected to be directed at you.

"you okay?" suguru asked, his voice soft, his concern evident despite the intensity of the moment.

you nodded, your breath hitching. "i'm okay."

satoru grinned, his hands settling on your hips, chest pressed against your back. "good. let us take the lead, then"

their hands worked in tandem, slowly peeling away the remainder of your clothes until you were left bare under their hungry gazes. their hands moved with purpose.

satoru’s sliding down to your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, while suguru's traced the curve of your spine, his touch gentle yet firm. the changes in their breathing mirrored the growing intensity, the room filled with soft gasps, whispered words of filth and the loud thrumming of your heartbeat.

"maybe we should move this to the bedroom" suguru suggested, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, precum already beginning to leak from his tip and he palmed himself over the cloth. satoru hummed in agreement, the grip on your thighs tightening as he begins walking in the direction of the bedroom.

suguru pushes open the door, stepping inside first with satoru close on his heels. by the time they laid you back against the mattress, your body was buzzing with anticipation, every never ending alight. satoru's lips found your again, his kiss deep and consuming.

his hands find your waist, slowly moving up until he was cupping your chest, fingers ghosting over your pebbled nipples, while suguru's hands traveled up the expanse on your leg, gently massaging your calves as his hands continued inching up your leg, getting closer and closer to your throbbing core.

their hands worked in tandem, one set calloused and confident, the other smooth and deliberate, exploring every inch of you. you lost track of whose touch was whose, their movements so seamless that it felt like they were one, a perfect balance of dominance and tenderness.

"you're so sexy," geto murmured, his voice husky as he positioned himself between your spread legs, face just inches away from your cunt. you instinctively closed your legs, shying away from his burning gaze, not use to anyone but satoru seeing you like this.

suguru gave you a soft smile, his hands coming up to knead the soft skin of your thighs as he waits patiently for you to spread your legs again.

"you're in good hands" satoru teased, his tone playful but tinged with heat. "suguru is very good with his tongue" satoru murmurs against your neck, his breath on your neck as his mouth travels down to your chest, lips leaving open mouthed kisses in his wake.

your hips buck involuntarily, a whine slipping past your lips. your eyes flick to geto's in a pleading look, and he doesn't need to be told what to do.

he dives in. his tongue licking a long stripe from your fluttering hole to your clit, swollen and aching. he places a few kitten licks to your clit before he's taking it into this mouth and sucking on it with a precision that had your toes curling almost instantly. your back arches off the bed as satoru sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened nub.

"so sensitive" suguru murmurs when he pulls away for air— the way he says it is more like an afterthought. he goes right back to your pussy, using two of his fingers to spread your folds. his tongue pushes its way past your entrance as he fucks it in and out of you before moving back up to your clit.

your fingered desperately grip the sheets below you,

your breaths come out in uneven pants as suguru slowly pushes one of his thick fingers into your pussy, obsessed with the way your walls seem to swallow the digit.

"you taste incredible" suguru says lowly, his dark eyes flick up to meet yours, the arousal in his gaze sends another wave of heat through you. "i could stay here all night"

"who's the greedy one now" satoru snorts but suguru pays him no mind, instead going back to licking and sucking at your cunt with a hum of satisfaction.

the vibrations of the hum sending shockwaves though you that was almost too much to bear.

your hands find his long, black hair, clutching the strands as your body moves on its on, grinding your hips up against his face as your driven closer and closer to the edge.

satoru has abandoned your chest in favor of stripping himself of his clothes. he stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to where suguru is feasting on your pussy, his hand wrapped tightly around his dick, long and thick and already leaking pre.

"wanna taste you, toru" you whine, eyes never leaving his erection and fuck, do you wanna feel it on your lips, on your tongue, down your throat. suguru groans against you. he's so hard it's starting to hurt but he wont stop until you cum on his tongue and he's licked you clean. he pushes another finger into the tightness of your cunt, fucking them in and out of you as he stretches you out for his cock.

satoru moves to kneel besides you on the bed, his hand come up to trace the curve of your jaw as you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him firmly as you guide his tip towards your mouth.

your lips part instantly, tongue flicking out to lap at the precum dripping out of his slit. satoru lets out a soft moan, his head dropping back as you take his tip into your mouth, sucking on it like a sucker. his hand finds the back of your head, using it to guide you down further on his dick, inching it deeper into your mouth until he's hitting the back of your throat.

you breath through your nose, relaxing your throat as you quickly get use to the feeling of satoru's cock sitting heavily on your tongue. your movements grow bolder, more confident as you moved up and down, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

satoru groaned, the sound low and guttural, sending a burst of pleasure down to your core, walls squeezing tightly around suguru's fingers like a vice.

you pull away for air, hand twisting as you let your tongue trace along the vein that runs up the length in slow, deliberate strokes. satoru's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each gasp and groan and you lick and kiss and suck every inch of him. "so good” he whines, his voice hoarse. "so. fucking. good"

he thrusts himself down your throat, each word paired with roll of his hips as you struggle to breathe around the hardness in your mouth.

you and satoru cum at the same time.

your back arching off the bed as suguru's fingers fuck you through your orgasm, his tongue lapping at your clit. his hips sputtering as his cum, thick and sticky, shoots directly down your throat cause you to choke as you swallow it down.

suguru pulls away with a finally kiss to your sensitive clit, his fingers sliding out of your pussy with a quiet squelch.

his hands immediately drop down to undo the button of his jeans, sighing in relief when he finally pulls his aching cock out, stroking himself gently.

"i think suguru deserves some attention, don't you?" satoru questions and your eyes look up to find suguru with his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, moving up and down as he rubs his thumb along his swollen tip, an angry red and practically leaking precum.

the corner of his mouth lifted into a small, knowing smile. "only if she's ready" he said, his voice smooth and deep. your breath hitched at the questioning tone, you nodded. "i am," you said softly, the weight of his gaze leaving you breathless.

he moved closer to you, his hands cupping your face. then his lips were on yours, soft but insistent, drawing you into his warmth.

satoru shifted to your side, his hand trailing along your back as he murmured, "i'll just watch for now, i know the two of you will put on a very good show." his grin softened and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "but i'm not done with you yet,” he looks up at suguru, eyes darkened. “you either.”

suguru deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that left you quivering. his hands slid down your body, exploring every inch of you with a quiet confidence that made you feel both grounded and desired. he shifted you gently, guiding you backwards as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in their wake.

his body hovered over yours, his broad shoulders and strong frame enveloping you in a way that felt both protective and consuming. his dark eyes locked onto yours.

he positioned himself between your legs, guiding his tip to your pussy and dragging it up and down your slit. "ready?" he asks and you nod. "tell me if its too much."

the first push of his fat tip into your entrance stole your breath right from your lungs. the stretch burns so good and you can't help but moan loudly as suguru's cock stretches you to your limits, thicker than what you're use to.

the groan he lets out when he slides in deeper is low and guttural, his hands gripping your hips as he buries himself in to the hilt.

the first roll of his hips was slow and deliberate, wanting to see just how far he could push you before he really started to fuck you. he pulls out, leaving nothing but his tip inside before pushing right back in.

"shit—you feel so... fucking... good" he grunts out, voice thick with pleasure, each word punctuated with a slow, deep stroke as satoru's hand finds yours. the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making every stroke feel like a tidal wave crashing over you.

his pace quickens until he's pistoning in and out of you at a mind blowing pace. its all too much when satoru sneaks his hand between your bodies, letting his fingers find your puffy clit and rubbing messy circles.

your release built steadily, the intensity of suguru's thrusts paired with the strokes of satoru's fingers over your bundle of nerves driving you higher and higher. when you finally came undone, the force of it left you breathless, your body arching as your cried out loudly. suguru groaned, his own release following shortly after, his body tensing above you as he bottomed out, spilling himself deep inside of you.

for a moment, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the three of you tangled together in the aftermath. suguru pressed a soft kiss to your lips as his thumb brushed across your cheek. "you're so fucking perfect."

satoru grinned, his hands sliding along your sides as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "and we're still not done." he said, his tone playful yet laced with heat. "you've got two of us, after all."

[smaranshakthi]

warning! this one-shot includes the following # : smut, afab reader, oral sex (f receiving), established relationship, its toji’s birthday! :D, kitchen counter sex, briefest mention of alcohol, fast pace cause i almost forgot today was his birthday (NOT PROOF READ!)

happy birthday to the finest jjk character aot! (pls don’t doxx me for saying the truth) and happy new years eve everybody! sorry for being inactive.. i like to sleep. 🥲

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the room was a mess of cinnamon-scented candles and streamers that were probably a little too much.

you’d spent all day trying to make everything perfect—arranging balloons, hanging up a banner that kept falling, and practically wrestling with the cake (which, admittedly, you might have overcooked just a little).

you knew toji wasn’t the type for big celebrations. but you didn’t care. you were going all out anyway.

you were sitting on the couch, casually sipping your wine, letting the warmth of the day melt away in the comfort of your own space.

and then—creak.

the front door clicked open, and suddenly, your peaceful moment turned into complete an utter chaos.

you jumped up from the couch, wine still in hand, and rushed to the kitchen as you were preparing for the grand reveal.

standing in the front of the kitchen table, you wiped a little wine off your chin (cuz of course you spilled it) and hoped to god he wouldn’t notice how heavily you were breathing for scurrying over there so fast.

the moment toji stepped inside, his tired eyes scanning the room, and you shot him a big, cheesy grin that could’ve lit up the city.

he blinked at you for a second, as if trying to understand why the kitchen was suddenly so bright and colorful and why you were so loud after coming back from a mission.

“this… for me?” he ask, tilting his head slightly. you grinned, nodding. “yep. happy birthday.”

he let out a quiet exhale, still standing by the door, looking around. there was a faint twitch in the corner of his mouth—half a smile, maybe.

“so, you did all this?” he almost sounded like he didn’t believe it. “yeah,” you said, shrugging. “i know it’s not your thing, but… i wanted to do something for you.”

his eyes softened, just a little, and he stepped further into the room. he didn’t say anything at first, just took in the sight of it all.

“you didn’t have to do all this, baby— but thank you,” he mutters, dryly chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

it wasn’t a big speech, no huge declarations. just his subtle way of saying that, yeah, maybe this was a little more than he expected, but it did mean something to him.

you couldn’t help but smile, a little more giddy now. “well, you’re worth it.”

“you’re crazy,” he said, but there was no annoyance in it—just unapologetic affection, the way he always softened when he was caught off guard by something big like this.

you moved toward him, your voice sweet and warm as you sway your hips, and its enough to make the grown man weak in the knees. “you’re welcome, you know.”

he finally let the smile slip out completely, his scar stretching and his smile lines presenting themselves in such a beautiful way. “mhm.”

his eyes flicked down to your lips, and before you could react, he was kissing you—slow yet incredibly overwhelming, his lips finding every part of yours.

his hands massages your waist, and with that, he shifted from massaging to tugging, pulling you flush against him. your body melted into his, every inch of you pressing against him, the hardness of his chest against yours making your core feel infuriatingly empty.

you moaned softly, the sound caught in the back of your throat as your legs wrapped instinctively around him, pulling him closer.

he lifted you effortlessly, his hands shifting to your thighs, your body molding into his like you were meant to be stuck on him—white on rice.

the kiss continued, and you lost yourself in the taste of him, the way his tongue slid against yours, exploring with urgency.

your hips pressed against him, the heat between your legs growing as the friction increased in pressure.

his hands slid down your back, the feeling of his cold, rough fingers trailing over your skin making you feel high on him.

he moved with purpose, backing you toward the counter, his lips continuing with movement.

“oh, shit..” you gasped when the cake wobbled, your hand reaching back to steady it just in time.

you leaned into him harder, letting out a soft, desperate groan as you rolled your hips against his.

your entrance clenched around nothing, and you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips— you needed more.

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, despite the rush of heat still pulsing through you.

“well, do you want your cake?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice was still breathless from where his lips had left their mark. “spent a lot of time on it, y’know.”

toji’s eyes rest on your clothed core for a second, shameless and intrigued.

his lips curl into a smirk, his tone clearly depicting how dazed he was. “mm, mm. wanna eat somethin’ else.”

your stomach flutters, a surprised laugh slipping from you. “what?” you ask, not quite believing what you’re hearing. “does it look nasty? cause i actually worked hard on that and that’s just rude.”

he face falls a little, clearly thrown off from the sudden attitude, and he shakes his head— a little confused because you just shifted the energy. “no.. i wanna eat this pussy, baby.”

you freeze for a second, your eyes wide as your breath hitches in your chest, a little embarrassed that you had gotten so defensive when he was clearly trying to smooth talk to you.

you exhale shakily, gulping a little. he was always so bold, it made you feel a lot less confident and a whole lot more nervous. “like.. like right now?”

toji nods his head condescendingly, his eyebrows furrowing from your question that obviously had an answer.

“yeah.. like right now,” he laughs. he steps back just enough to kneel in front of you. those pretty green eyes stare up at you, basically pleading for your pussy.

“toji,” you whisper, but he doesn’t respond. his hands slide under your hips scooting you closer to his lips, positioning you as he leans in.

he hooks his fingers under the fabric of your shorts before impatiently sliding them down your legs. his pupils grew, staring at the mess he’s made of your underwear and whats inbetween your thighs—and slowly but surely, he placed a kiss right where you needed him most.

your back arched instinctively, a loud gasp escaping your lips as his mouth worked against you with brain-melting precision. you let out a small, choked moan, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter to keep yourself from slipping off.

finally, he removed the last layer of what separated your pussy from his mouth, your panties. the coldness of the counter shocked you, but the warmth of his mouth had quickly replaced any discomfort you felt.

his tongue traces a slow, deliberate path from your entrance to your clit, and you feel like the world has started to spin faster than it ever has. his stubble scratched against the sensitive skin of your thighs as his tongue moved in slow, languid circles.

your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, one settling against the counter and the other tangling in his dark hair. the strands were thick and coarse between your fingers, and toji damn near winced at how tight you were pulling.

“mm.. still so sensitive,” he muttered against you, the vibration of his voice teasing your clit in ways that had your hips bucking up into his nose. your thighs instinctively squeezed around his head, and his breathing gets heavier to avoid being strangled to death.

his tongue pressed against you with more pressure now, flicking and swirling, the type that made your toes curl and your body hot.

your fingers tugged harder at his hair, and you twisted under his hold, gasping, panting, crying out his name in soft, broken bursts.

“toji—please—oh my god—” the words tumbled out of you in a breathless rush, your voice high-pitched and shaky as your eyes hit the back of your skull.

“you’re doing so well, baby,” he praised, the words almost making you come all over his face. “just let go for me.”

“please,” you rasped, your chest rising and falling unevenly. “i… i can’t—” your legs twitched, and so did your cunt.

you squeezed your eyes shut, and you could feel yourself getting closer. in a desperate attempt to get your clit rubbing against something, you sloppily pushed up against his nose.

“shhh,” he cooed, but there was no sympathy in it. “you can handle it.”

“don’t stop,” you sobbed, the words barely forming in your head. “please, don’t stop…” you barely realized how needy you sounded, how much your body was basically bargaining with him.

“shh, shh. you’re taking it so well,” he said, though it was very evident that you were in fact not taking this so well.

you mewled, your voice barely a whisper, “toji, i—i—”

and then it hit, your mind was now a blur of white hot pleasure, and you gripped onto him harder, nails digging into his poor hair as you struggled to breathe through it.

you squeaked, your body jerking as you squirt, warmth spilling all over his face. it made your vision foggy, and your legs damn near lock up from how much you tense.

with a final, satisfied grunt, he pulled back, his hands patting your thigh as he stood tall, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

you managed a weak smile, trying to catch your breath, and in a voice that cracked with exhaustion— you mustered up some energy to say.. “happy—mm—birthday…”

he nodded as he looked down at you, your disheveled form still perched on the counter.

“thanks, baby.”

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[smaranshakthi]

you were out with your boyfriend, Toji. and you just couldn't wait until you got home, so hungry and desperate to taste him.

so here you are now in an alley at the back of the bar, moaning and slobbering all over his throbbing cock, lips sliding along his length and wrapping around his red angry tip, your tongue pressed under it, drool dripping past your lips as he grabs a hold of your hair and pushes himself further down your gagging throat, "so good to me, baby." he lets out a deep groan, "looking so pretty taking my cock." his thumb brushes along your jawline, lightly caressing, "couldn't wait, huh?! such a slut for me!" he teases with a light chuckle.

he sets a steady tempo, grabbing the back of your head and fucking your throat. he knows it's risky and you might get caught, but it feels far too heavenly to care. or maybe it's part of the fun. he just wants to savor the divine sensation of your pretty plump lips wrapped around his desperate cock.

he throws his head back, letting out loud growls, not giving a single fuck if anyone hears him while your lips slip past the tip to the middle and your hands work from there to the base, he's just so fucking big.

the asphalt is starting to bruise your knees, but his taste is too intoxicating to stop. almost as if it's more to your enjoyment than his.

"I-I can't... baby... please... ahh..." he whines and whimpers, letting out the most obscene sounds you've ever heard which do not help the heat between your legs at all, drenching your pretty panties, making you go harder and faster and him louder.

you feel him throb and twitch in your hands and mouth, signaling you that he's close. he grabs your head and fucks himself into your mouth harder, using you to reach his own release. his tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly, surely making it sore for days to come.

until the peak of pleasure washes over him and with a dragged out groan, he spills his milky load down your throat, painting it white with his cum and you swallow every last drop of it, "good pet." he smirks, his ragged breathing going back to normal. and it's only the start of a long night.

[smaranshakthi]

Heeelllpppp. I’ve melted.

Just some Toji fluff.

The holiday season got me feeling a way.

It’s a cozy day, with gray clouds blanketing the sky and the gentle pitter-patter of rain occasionally tapping against the windows. It’s a rare day off, and you and Toji spent the night making up for lost time, fulfilling each other’s pent-up needs. He absolutely ruined you, leaving both of you thoroughly exhausted.

Your eyes flutter open first, and you lazily reach for your phone to check the time—it's already 1 pm. A long, quiet exhale escapes you as you stretch and gather yourself, noting the fresh aches and bruises from last night’s vigorous activities. Carefully, you try to extract yourself out of Toji’s heavy limbs to make your way to the bathroom, but just as you think you’re free, his arm darts out and pulls you back into bed.

You let out a soft “oof” as he drags you into his embrace once more, wrapping a massive arm around your waist and nuzzling into your hair. “Stay…” he murmurs groggily, his voice thick with sleep. You’re not sure if he’s awake or just moving on instinct.

Sighing, you turn in his arms to face him, pressing soft kisses onto his head. “I just need to pee, Toji,” you coo, trying to stir him awake enough to let you go. But he only holds you tighter, grumbling incoherently before finally cracking his eyes open. His dark emerald gaze finds you, lingering on your soft features.

“Go back to sleep, doll" he drawls in that low and gravelly voice that you love so much.

His large hand moves to your head, his fingers threading gently through your mussed hair. You briefly hum contentedly, leaning into his touch that feels so tender, a side of him that only you get to see. “Let me just go pee real quick, baby.” you plead again.

“Then you’ll come back?” he murmurs, his voice even softer this time.

“Always,” you promise, the sincerity in your words making his heart ache with profound love.

“Good,” he huffs, finally letting you go.

You begin slipping out of the covers, his oversized t-shirt falling into place as you stand. Just as you take a step, his hand lands on your ass with a loud _smack!_.

“Toji!!”

His deep chuckle rumbles through the room, thoroughly amused by your reaction. “Hurry up, ma,” he teases.

You rub the tender spot with a pout but can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. Seeing the big, scary bear of a man be so playful with you in your shared bed feels like a sweet dream. Rolling your eyes, you mutter, “so violent...”

Toji’s grins mischievously as he catches your words. “Oh, I’ll show you violent, sweetheart—”

Your eyes widen in mock horror as he starts to get up, and you immediately scramble out of the room. You giggle and dash toward the living room and he stalks after you leisurely. When he reaches the living room, his playful grin softens into something more tender as he takes in the sight of you wearing nothing but his favorite shirt, a wild bedhead, and a bright smile—all framed by the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights.

“So perfect…” he thinks to himself.

But in a moment the mischief returns to his eyes once more and he swiftly corners you. You try to dodge and run, but of course it never works. He captures you with ease and slings you over his shoulder, smacking your ass once more with his weighty hand.

“Toji, stoppp!! Put me down!!” you squeal and hit his back with your fists, your laughter echoing through the hallway.

“No chance, ma,” he chuckles, his deep voice laced with amusement.

He hauls you back to the bedroom and tosses you onto the messy sheets like you weigh nothing, making you giggle more. Standing over you, he flashes that smile—the one that’s equal parts love and lust—that always makes your heart skip a beat. Then, with deliberate slowness, he crawls on top of you, pinning you beneath his massive frame.

Your giggling subsides as you take in the sight of your favorite person looking at you so adoringly. Wrapping your arms around him, the words spill from your lips as naturally as breathing. “I love you,” you whisper in that impossibly sweet voice of yours. It never fails to make Toji’s heart flutter. He doesn’t think he could ever hear it enough.

His eyes soften in a way that only you ever get to see, before he presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes and lets out a quiet sigh.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

He then closes the distance, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss that says everything words can’t.

[smaranshakthi]

I saw 👀 ur jjk post, and I was wondering if I could do a reaction request. Their reaction to reader praising someone else for like whatever reason.

a/n: sorry i only chose two characters ;u; i feel like the other men get jealous easily but with nanami and toji it’s either when you least expect it or they do it without realizing it so i wanted to explore that area ^u^

Toji:

Toji doesn’t like it when you nag. His job is very demanding and robs him of his free time. So when Toji is allowed to rest and unwind after seven consecutive assignments in a month, Toji craves some peace and quiet.

But you’ve been asking him to help you get your underwear that somehow ended up under the dry for two weeks now. Despite having asked three times, Toji is still glued to the couching. He promises you that he’ll get the task done with a grunt though you just know it in your bones that he wouldn’t.

That’s when you call in Yuuji, the college boy who lives with his grandfather two houses down. The boy next door who dog sits as a part time job to save him what little money he can.

The pink haired boy effortlessly lifts the dryer with one hand and snatches your underwear with another. Either blessed with maturity or is too shy, Yuuji doesn’t make a comment about your lace lavender underwear.

“Knew I could really on you, Yuu-kun.” You beam at the boy while ruffling his fluffy pink hair.

There’s a mega watt smile on Yuuji’s lips that’s instantly wiped out when he spots a hulking figure by the doorway of the laundry room.

Sensing his discomfort, you glance over your shoulder.

“Don’t mind him, Yuu-kun,” you mutter as you cast one last glance at your boyfriend, who is glaring at the sweet child,“he’s just a lazy old bum.” you turn to smile at him.

Yet Yuuji doesn’t return it and hurriedly takes his leave with a lame excuse.

The next time you ask Toji of something, he does it right away even if he’s tired.

Nanami:

You and Kento are at some hole in the wall cafe you’ve discovered a couple of months back.

Every day, right after work, the two of you are at the cafe for some much needed coffee and mouth watering pastry.

“Mmm…This is what’s keeping me alive.” A satisfied moan rushes past your lips once the rich flavor of coffee smoothly flows down your throat.

“Glad you like it.” A voice from above says, forcing you to look up.

“Hiro-kun!” There’s surprise and happiness decorating your voice. After all, it’s rare for the barista to converse with his costumers.

“I mean it. You’re the only one in this whole world who knows how to make proper coffee.”

A pretty shade of pink colors the college student’s ears at the compliment. Yet the moment is short lived when Kento, your husband, clears his throat.

Kento isn’t jealous. Not really. But just last week you told your husband his coffee is your favorite.

As if reading his mind, you chirp, “Yours is still my favorite, Ken-kun.” you wink at him.

“Just not the best?” Kento leans back in his chair while crossing his arms and lifting a single eyebrow.

Soft gazed and smiling, you said, “Yours is the best because you’re my husband and i can taste your love in your coffee.”

Kento doesn’t say anything else but you can sense the delight clearly radiating from him. It’s cute.

Hiro-kun rolls his eyes, upset that the two of you are still going strong. Maybe one day, he’ll get over his crush and find a woman as amazing as you are.