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Overworking

Disclaimer: explicit sex

Fem! reader x Nanami Kento

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Ding! You press the doorbell to room 703, grumbling under your breath. It's already day 3 of the tech conference and your ankles feel almost bruised from all the walking in heels. You can already feel your body straining against a week of consecutive 3 hours of sleep, in between lunchtime meetings, speeches, networking sessions and too many cups of coffee (and occasionally champagne). You glance briefly at your watch. 11pm. To make matters worse, there's a mid-event assessment report due by noon tomorrow. And your colleague still has not answered the door, leaving you to muck pathetically about the expensive carpet and ostentatious perfume of the hotel corridor.

"Hey!!" you rap on the door, impatient. "We haven't got all day-"

The door swings open abruptly.

You're a little taken aback at the suddenness, but also at the newfound proximity. Your colleague was dressed in a laidback t shirt and sweatpants, a white towel draped casually across shoulder.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I was in the shower. Let's get to the report," he said, turning back towards the room and motioning for you to enter.

You kick off your heels near the doorway, shutting the door with a click. Maybe it's the fact that it has been long day, or the fact that you've never seen your colleague outside of his perfectly pressed beige suit and slacks. But you feel disoriented, and nervous, as if you stumbled upon a scene you shouldn't have. When did Nanami Kento, of all people, actually look kind of attractive?

You spread out the printed documents on the coffee table and pull up the slides and excel sheets on your laptop. Your eyes can't help but slide, every now and then, over to the man seated next to you on the couch.

Nanami had always gotten on your nerves. If it was not an early promotion, then it was a compliment from Director Yamazaki, or a client lunch only he was invited to. You'd both graduated from ivy leagues with top grades, started at JJK Corp at the same time, and yet it always seemed he was just a step ahead of you. And while he was competent, there was just something about it that seemed quite unfair. It made you bitter and him stoic, filling your working relationships with barbed back-and-forths. Somehow it was Nanami that always knew how to rile you up the most.

You watch as a glistening drop of water falls from his damp hair, darkening a spot on his grey shirt. You could feel the slight warmth of his body, radiating from his proximity. Also, he smelt good.

"Uhm okay," you clear your throat to redirect your focus. "So about the report, it seems like we have pretty good sentiment around the CTO's remarks."

"Yes, and I think with this it will be good to introduce some, uh, some new messaging around our core product," Nanami said. It was only when he stuttered slightly that you realised his face was very lightly flushed. Was he drunk?

He caught you looking quizzically before quipping quietly. "Yeah sorry, I was dragged for some drinks with clients after the dinner."

"Oh, with Director Yamazaki?"

"Yeah."

You fight the feeling of frustration wanting to claw its way out of your chest.

"Well anyway, I don't think that's the right call. The downsides around the technology is too sensitive to broach now, it'll invite unnecessary criticism," you shot back a little too fast, irked from exhaustion as well as to compensate from how oddly riled up you are. "We should just stick to what the CTO discussed, and double down from there."

"You don't like me, do you?" Nanami said, his teeth lightly clenched.

There was a rather long silent pause.

You met his gaze and tried hard not to squirm under its intensity. There was something in his eyes which showed annoyance, provoking, yet somehow tinged with a little remorse, as if he regretted what he just said. It was only now that you realise he was in fact very drunk.

Angry, haughty, stoic, bratty Nanami you could deal with. But drunk Nanami? It was a whole new animal.

"Er I..." you trail off in growing discomfort, at a loss of what to say. Your eyes subconsciously dipping to his neck, still streaked with a little water from his shower, and the broad curve of his shoulders. Somehow the sight made your mouth dry, stomach knotting in a newfound intimacy. You look back up and see his brown eyes still on you, piercing. Immediately, you flush up to your cheeks.

"I-I mean, the report.." you begin to say, stammering. Flailing. Saying anything possible to distract him from this embarrassing moment.

"Screw the report," Nanami breathes. Then he pulls you into him, his hand cupping your chin. Your lips almost touching

Then he pauses, observing your reaction, waiting for permission. His cheeks are pinker now, and the tips of his ears are lightly flushed. You feel your heartbeat in your ears, the tension in your chest about to burst. He always knew how to rile you up.

"Ugh, screw you," you moaned as you gave in, leaning in to smash your lips against his.

With a new hunger, Nanami grabbed your waist and pulled your legs around his, pressing your body hard against him as he sloppy kissed his way into your mouth, his fingers stroking up and down the length of your thigh. You moaned at the feeling, the taste of alcohol on his tongue egging you on. You felt even more giddy at how unrestrained he was, how strong his arms were around you. Before you knew it, you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs, desperate for friction.

As if on cue, his nimble fingers found its way to your waistband, unbuckling your pants, and pulling them down around you. You're too caught up with his tongue stroking the inside of your heated mouth, of both your spit trickling down the side of your lips to feel self conscious. He moves his hand up your your blouse, stroking your spine lightly before removing your top as well.

Nanami pauses for a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His brown eyes burning with lust.

Your bra straps have fallen off your shoulders, your hair messy and tousled, lips wet and legs parted. Your lace underwear has a spot darkening with slick. He's never seen you like this.

"Oh fuck," Nanami breathes, pulling you to straddle him such that your back is to him. He nibbles on your neck, fingers dancing a trail from your collarbone, to your breasts, where he plays with your hardened nipple through your lace bra. His hands travel down to your underwear, where he massages your clit lightly from the outside.

"Stop teasing, Nanami, ah-" you cry out, your body quivering with want.

You're on edge, spreading your legs wide as possible and arching back into him to just feel anything. Wanting to push yourself into his touch.

Nanami relents. He pushes aside the fabric and strokes his digits lightly along your drenched folds. "You're wet," he chuckled, before inserting one thick finger into your cunt and biting lightly on your neck at the same time.

The sensation is enough to make you gasp out loud in pleasure, as you spread your legs wider to, thrusting up into his palm.

"Shhhh.. you really have to be a little more patient," he whispered into your ear, before adding a second finger to stretch you out.

Your eyes widen at the feeling, moaning as his large fingers already fill you.

"Did you know I've always wanted to have you like his, quivering over me with my fingers inside you?" Nanami lulled, adding his third finger into your quivering pussy. Already, from the sound of them thrusting in and out of you, you're obscenely wet, and he hasn't even taken off his clothes.

"But not, you had to be a little minx. Always all about work, and the competition," Nanami emphasised the last word while reaching his thumb up to press against your swollen nub.

"Ahhh fuck me, Nanami, please, I need to.." you gasp in between heavy breaths, on the verge of falling off the edge of pleasure. His fingers going in and out of you fast, squelching and hitting your g spot with every movement, your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the couch. At that moment, he speeds up, his fingers drilling into you relentlessly and his thumb massaging your clit in circles. His other hand clasps lightly around your neck as he whispers into your ear, "Come for me, sweetheart."

"Ahhh Nanami, fuck-" You moan as you come undone, hitting your climax. Your mind goes blank as you convulse around his hand, feeling your juices coating his palm. Thighs shaking, you arch into his kiss and frenziedly rub your ass against his crotch to ride out the high, gasping for air as fingers continue to pummel in and out of you.

When you come down, he pulls his fingers out, stringy with all your fluids. He licks them off with his tongue before pulling you in for another kiss.

"I would have liked to do this in the bedroom first, but I don't think I can wait," Nanami murmured darkly. He lifts you easily and turns you around, so that you're facing him, legs spread out on either side of him and ready.

He unclasps your bra and throws it unceremoniously to the side, out of sight. "Oh god, you're beautiful," he whispers, trailing his fingers around your nipples before his bites onto one of them hard. You moan, grasping his hair with your fingers and finding your legs unconsciously spreading wider. You can feel him hot and hard beneath the sweatpants, and suddenly this animalistic hunger overtakes you and you absolutely need to be completely filled up by him.

You almost tear off his shirt, licking and biting your way down his neck, while your hands fiddle with his sweats to set him free. His cock is already huge and hard against his abs, throbbing with a little precum at the tip.

"Nanami I need you in me, now, please" you beg, pawing at his chest, messily kissing around his mouth. Nanami chuckles into the kiss, before lifting you and slowly lowering you onto his cock.

You wince slightly at his girth and how big he is. He's barely past the tip and you can feel him stretching you so much it stings. But you're already so wet and needy that your juices are coating him, making it easier for his cock to bury itself into you.

"Such a good girl," Nanami murmurs, stroking your hair as he lowers you all the way up to the hilt, you body trembling to accommodate his size. You feel so indecently splayed out in front of him, nipples wet and sore from being bitten, sweat speckling across your body and his entire cock sheathed inside you, that you felt yourself getting wetter despite the stinging stretch. You begin to grind against him, feeling his whole length stroke your insides, hitting the spot deep inside you.

"Oh! Nanami! Fuck, you feel so good," you cry out at the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Something about Nanami, about the way he gazes at you with such feral hunger, the way his fingers are pinching your nipples and holding the small of your waist, ignites a new thirst in you.

Without warning, you feel a new escalating pleasure build in your stomach as you hit another climax, moaning and rolling your hips around his cock, hearing your pussy squelch around his length, which continues to throb and brush against your g spot.

"Oh fuck," Nanami groans, "You're needy for my cock? What a little slut." He starts to bounce you up and down his length, coating the base to the tip of his cock with your cum before slamming you down again. You cry out at the rough and new sensation, pleasure starting to build again as the room fills with the sound of wet skin against wet skin.

He reaches around to slap your ass, hard and unforgiving. It's certain to leave a mark and you love it, crying out and moaning and egging him on, begging for him to go faster and harder.

"Nanami- oh fuck - feels so good!" you moan as he picks up his pace, thrusting into you, your nipples sliding against his now-sweaty chest, your clit rubbing against his torso and getting even wetter by the second.

"You're such a desperate minx, have you been waiting for me to ruin you all this time?" Nanami grunts between heavy breaths. You can feel the strain, the vein in his forehead that shows how desperate he also feels, rutting into you like his life depends on it.

"Fuck - yes!" You cried out, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks from the intensity, as you feel yourself completely emptied, then gaped wide and filled so entirely, as Nanami's cock goes in and out of you. You breath catching in your throat, you feel the knot of tension in your stomach growing larger, wider, your limbs beginning to quiver with pleasure and pain.

"Nanami, I'm going to-" you're unable to finish your sentence, as Nanami quickens his pace, pinching your nipples hard and using his hands to spread your ass cheeks even wider so he can bury his cock even deeper. His throbbing length hits the wall of your cervix rhythmically. HIs tongue laps around your nipples and your neck and earlobes, all the sensations tipping you over the edge as you come, loud and hard, moaning and whimpering against him. Your pussy clenching and convulsing around him unbearably tight, juices dripping across his thighs and onto the couch. His fingers around your ass also drenched, pushing and prodding against your hole, making you eyes blow out in pleasure as you ride out your longest ever orgasm.

The erotic sight and sensation sends Nanami over the edge as he thrusts wildly inside you and ruts into you one more time, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum inside you. "Fuck.." Nanami moans, emptying out and holding your waist so he coats all of your walls. You curse at the feeling, moaning so good against him as your orgasm doubles, driven by lust and the depravity of his want. Your slick now mixed with white cum seeps out from you, coating his balls, trickling sticky down to the sofa.

You've never felt this good in a long time.

Nanami pulls you in to him, breathing hard.

"I don't hate you," you finally said, your face flushes, legs trembling from the high.

"Seems like you don't," he laughed, reaching to give you a kiss on the cheek. He eyes settle on open door to the bedroom, before looking back at you.

"Ready for round two?"

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Anya loves her parents yes but when she has opportunity she will not be shy to roast them.

She literally gave 2 to Yor’s smarts sjajshshs Yor father has stomachache bc of his mission stop clowning him snshs

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Beach adventures (part 1)

Disclaimer: explicit sex

Fem! reader x Toji Fushiguro

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The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the dark.

Fuck!

Your cheeks burn as he pounds his length up into you, stretching you wide and sloppy. Already making a mess on his lap, your juices spurt each time you take him up to the hilt. Your eyes linger on the bar of light at the bottom of the door, paranoid that someone might walk in any moment. The beach shack is full of crates, shelves and extra surfboards to obscure any passing view, and there’s barely a window except a slit near the ceiling to let some moonlight in. But with how loud this was getting, you won’t be surprised if people standing a distance away would have the slightest suspicion of what was happening inside. 

“Not... so... loud- ah!” You whisper, thoughts sub-coherent.

His warm breath against your ear brings you back to the pleasure beneath you, sending quick shivers down your spine and making you arch against him. 

“What, ya scared?” Toji chuckles slightly as his large palm spreads your thighs wider, while the other slips beneath your bikini top to play with your nipples. 

“I-I’m not! It’s just that anyone can-”

Your voice leaves you as Toji pulls your bikini bottom further to the side. His fingers gather some of your slick from where his hot, throbbing member is sliding into you. 

“I thought,” he murmurs slowly, dragging his wet fingers up to your aching nub. “You liked this sort of thing?”

An hour earlier, you were in the public bathroom patting the sides of your neck with wet hands, feeling the water cool against your flushed skin. In the mirror, your yellow bikini slightly visible beneath the sheer white fabric.

It was the peak of the summer holidays, and with less curses around, Gojo had taken the liberty to invite everyone to a seaside vacation for an entire week. Masamichi had meetings with the higherups, and Shoko had a separate healing mission outside of the prefecture, leaving you pretty much stranded with Nanami (who was duped into coming), Toji, and the white-haired devil himself.

Suddenly the image of Toji at the dinner table with everyone had flashed across your mind, making you swallow unconsciously. Dressed in a breezy loose shirt - black of course - but different from his usual tees, his eyes had been darker and more piercing than usual, making you flush a little every time your gazes met. 

When you stepped out of the washroom, you didn’t expect him to be already standing there.

“Thought you’d never come out,” he had said. "Let's take a walk."

“And the others?” you had laughed, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice and a quickening pulse.

Oh, so he could tell. You felt yourself already getting wet. Trailing behind him, the sculpted muscles of his shoulders made your knees weak.

“They've gone back to the hotel," he had hummed, leading you onto the shore and in the direction of the shack.

Before you knew it, he had shut the door behind you and his hands found their way around your waist, your hair, lips parting yours in a feverish haze. And now here you are, spreadeagled across his lap with his cock fully seated inside you and your legs trembling from how big and pleasurable he feels.

"I thought you liked this sort of thing," he murmurs, his long calloused fingers circling your clit, pressing and flicking in a way that makes you gasp and clutch his arms. He's stopped bouncing you along his length, and is just taking his own sweet time to play with your hardened nub.

"T-toji, you're teasing too much-"

Your breath hitches as his fingers falls into a steady rhythm. You squirm in frustration at the slower-than-desired pace.

"You're the one that has been a tease all day. Don't you think this is a fitting punishment?" Toji drags out the last two words, as you feel him grow almost impossibly bigger inside you, pushing against your walls. You moan softly and grind against him to find a better angle.

"Fuck - you're a tight one. So good for me too," he groans. "Look at how wet you are, you can't say you don't like this."

You can feel yourself almost being brought to the tipping point with his fingers. Each time, Toji slows down, enjoying the way you're leaking all over his hands and cock, nipples stiff and aching through the fabric of your swimsuit.

"Fuck - Toji, fuck me please," you beg, doing everything you can to derive more friction, driving your arm backwards and clutching his locks as you shift on his cock.

"And in what way would you like me to do so?" Toji asks, pinching your nipples and increasing the pace on your clit. Your mind is cloudy and you want the pleasure now.

"F-fuck me so hard- I forget where we are. Make me scream Toji please-"

With a satisfied grunt, he lifts you easily with one arm and starts to bounce you along his thick length, faster and harder than before. His fingers on your clit do not let up, rubbing it to match the pace of his cock pounding in and out of your dripping hole.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck Toji - so good- don't stop-" your eyes almost roll to the back of your head from the overwhelming pleasure, as you feel your pussy burn with the thickness of his cock, which hits the spot deep inside you again and again.

Your toes start to curl as you buck against him, feeling the growing coil of desire in your abdomen. Toji's mouth latches onto your shoulder blades, then your neck, then your ear, playing to your heightened senses as your gasp and moan loudly without restraint. The sensations are too much.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Toji says with gritted teeth, fucking up into you hard. Making sure to push in deep and fast so the loud squelching and slapping of your soaked pussy can vye with the sounds leaving your mouth.

"Imagine if someone were to walk in on us right now," he chuckles. "Someone like Kento, oh what would he do if he found you like this, all wet and begging to be fucked through and through, destroyed by my cock instead of his-"

The image conjured in your mind turns you on way more than you expect. You feel your pussy grip Toji harder all of sudden and the coil in you snaps and you come, moaning and whimpering as the orgasm rips through your body from head to toe.

"Fuck, you like that huh," Toji grits his teeth partly from the friction, partly out of jealousy, pounding into you in a blinding pace as you ride out your orgasm.

"Ahhh Toji- please-" you gasp, feeling the orgasm stretch on and overwhelm you when he does not let up in rhythm, his balls slapping against your wet cunt, your breasts jiggling and glistening with sweat. You feel yourself gushing more onto him as you let him fuck you, screaming in pure bliss as he hits your sweet spot at all the best angles.

When you come down from your high, his thrusts gets sloppy and he pulls out of you and comes, thick ropes of cum splattering onto your stomach.

You both lay panting for a while in the dark, breaths mingling together. You run your fingers along the ridges of his sweat-lined, toned stomach absentmindedly while he cleans you up quickly with his shirt.

"We should do this again," you muse, still a little hazy from your high.

"My room is still open for the night," Toji says with a low voice, adjusting the fabric back over your sensitive slit, pausing a little longer than usual so his fingers can feel the dull throb between your legs.

"I don't think I've had enough of you just yet."

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Poll results for "Which character would you like to give valentine’s chocolate to? 2021" from Jujutsu Kaisen Volume 18.

I just know Gege is clapping it up back at his office after seeing Gojo in 3rd place and Nanami in 1st (and I'd be right there with him)

Edit a day later: Apparently, aside from the comments Gege gave for these 4, he also said he would give Choso chocolates. Me too Gege, me too💕

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Jujutsu Kaisen astrology (sun/moon/rising)

Some sun-moon-rising speculations, according to the characters’ official birthdays as listed by Gege Akutami, with some mild spoilers ahead ~ (birth years not taken into account)

Gojo Satoru - Sagittarius sun, Gemini moon, Aquarius rising Quick, witty, and without a serious bone in his body, air and fire dominant Gojo Satoru is the epitome of avid communication and chaos. His flighty personality appears out of place in serious life or death circumstances, though his shallow behaviour often hides a darker, more serious side which he keeps to himself. His sun-moon opposition makes him someone who grows through oscillating between extremes, and in the mutable signs his moods are light and change lightning fast. Highly intellectual and often cocky, he is also detached, surprisingly stubborn and a believer in larger humanitarian goals (resetting the jujutsu system). His Aqua rising makes him somewhat of a loner at times. Probably also a Sag mercury for his dramatic, showy speeches, and a Sag venus with his love for freedom.  Itadori Yuuji - Aries sun, Libra moon, Pisces rising  Itadori is one of the few people whose energy (or childishness) can match Gojo Satoru. Like Gojo, his sun-moon fire-air opposition makes him eccentric and complex. Not especially comfortable with his own emotions, Itadori represses his own traumatic experiences. He also often finds himself in moral dilemmas, such as what is considered a proper death, or weighing the balance between saving lives and causing mass destruction as Sukuna’s vessel, a perpetual and difficult state for a Libra moon. Relationships with others are important because he gains self-awareness through them. His Pisces rising is seen in his soft, easygoing and impressionable social demeanour, which can be quite chameleon-like depending on who he’s with. Likely a Taurus mercury and venus. 

Fushiguro Megumi - Capricorn moon, Scorpio moon, Taurus rising Fushiguro is the definition of controlled intensity. Usually sporting a deadpan look, his emotions are firmly contained and his private life is kept intensely private (re: his past as high school gang beater, his sister). Known as the most sane/collected out of the main trio, the strength of his feelings are revealed when he flicks the emotional switch and overwhelms the special grade with his domain expansion. Like many Capricorn suns, he struggles with competitiveness, self-worth and becomes adorably shy when validated by others (Gojo and Sukuna). Scorpio moons often have difficult and complex familial relationships, and this is evident in the lack of parental figures throughout his life (and his indifference towards them). They also have a good deal of natural sex appeal, which explains his popularity in middle school and Itadori’s (and SUKUNA’S LOL) early affection for him. Likely Cap mercury and Aqua venus.  Kugisaki Nobara - Leo sun, Virgo moon, Aries rising  Loud, brash and expressive, Kugisaki is confident, although sometimes coming across as arrogant. She is extremely critical (a Virgo moon trait), sees herself as above the boys when she meets them, and is generous and warm to (female) figures whom she highly respects. Interestingly, despite her dramatic persona, she’s the most level-headed out of the three when it comes to a crisis. She focuses on getting the job done, even if it comes at great personal sacrifice, such as the fight against the death paintings where she did not hesitate to stab herself to defeat them. She hides her sadness because it makes her vulnerable, and strength is the image she wants to portray. Like many Virgo moons, she has a solid sense of duty - despite her injuries during the Shibuya arc, she refused to leave the battlefield when her friends were still fighting. Possibly Leo mercury and Virgo venus. Nanami Kento - Cancer sun, Virgo moon, Capricorn rising The morose salaryman sorcerer. Responsible, down-to-earth and favouring structures and rules, Nanami is a true blue Virgo moon. He operates out of a sense of obligation and duty to society, often struggling to find meaning in life, and is practical in the way he goes about making decisions. This moon makes him highly perceptive and analytical in a fight, as seen from his multiple brushes with Mahito, and its need for precision and detail is reflected in the way his cursed technique operates (along a fascinating 7:3 ratio scale). His emotional Cancerian traits are kept under wraps, though he is protective of people and his friends. Because of the depth of personal trauma with Haibara, he even ran away from the sorcerer line of work. As a Cap rising, he is workaholic, solemn and overly serious. Most likely a Cancer mercury and Taurus venus.  Getou Suguru - Aquarius sun, Scorpio moon, Virgo rising  As one of the most radical personalities, Getou’s sole focus is on how to achieve the greater good, although what he defines as good has become skewed to the extreme. Quiet, dignified, and self-reflective, he is the patient and level-headed counterpart to Gojo who understands what it feels like to be born with power. Fueled by his strong sense of injustice and need to protective fellow sorcerers, he is methodical and self-effacing in achieving his goals, sacrificing his relationships with his friends, family and his status in jujutsu society along the way. Likely Aqua mercury and Cap venus. Maki Zenin - Capricorn sun, Aries moon, Aries rising Maki’s blunt, fiery and stubborn personality makes her strive to prove herself to her family. Amongst all the students, she possesses the strongest leadership charisma and potential.  Inumaki Toge - Libra sun, Pisces moon, Scorpio rising  Mostly quiet, mysterious and strangely alluring. Very protective of his friends, as seen from his colder, distant personality towards Yuta in their early days.  Panda - Pisces sun, Taurus moon, Sagittarius rising  Panda is quite sage-like and wise in personality. They keep calm and grounded, yet knows when to chime in with a joke or two to diffuse conflict in a situation.  Aoi Todo - Virgo sun, Aquarius moon, Leo rising A deep eccentric with an overactive imagination. Extremely intelligent and analytical, with a penchant for bravado and showiness.  Mai Zenin - Capricorn sun, Aries moon, Taurus rising  The younger of the twins, born shy of a few minutes after Maki, Mai’s Taurus rising makes her graceful, elegant and sensual.  Miwa Kasumi - Aries sun, Pisces moon, Cancer rising The sweetest! Shy, really giving person with a girl-next-door look. Gets starry eyed and excited too easily. 

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Gokushufudou: The Way of the House Husband Chapter 10

T.T

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RIP Kentaro Miura - One of the best to ever do it

You will be sorely missed ⚔️🖤

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Deft Hands, Dangerous Memories (Nanami x fem!reader)

An excerpt

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The car pulls to a stop. You step out of the cab and onto the sidewalk, boot heels sounding a firm clack against the pavement. The sharp cold wind hits you, and you pull your coat tighter around yourself. “It’ll probably snow any time soon,” you mutter, reaching into your coat pockets as the cab speeds off behind you. You open the cleanly folded note containing details of the address scribbled on earlier. Room 505, Royal Inn, Marunouchi, Nagoya. You glance up at the modest, faded cream building above. Seems about right. Swiftly, you enter the inn, crossing the small lobby and passing by the unmanned front desk into a stale-smelling elevator. One of the lights isn’t working very well, with its slow flicker matching the elevator’s patient ascent. You wonder how many clandestine love affairs this small stuffy box has seen. An old security camera is fixed in the top right corner, but that shouldn’t cause any problems. You get off at the fifth floor. A quick rap on the room door immediately harkens a response. “W-who is it?” A nervous voice calls from a distance behind the door. “It’s me. We spoke on the phone, about the documents,” your reply calmly. You’re invited in by a flustered middle-aged man, who looks every bit the investigative reporter he promised himself to be. A cluster of beer cans stand opened on the desk next to his laptop. His shirt is untucked, and a thin layer of sweat gleams on his forehead. You look towards the brown paper envelope on the table.

“Is this all of it?” “Y-yes, and like you said I’ll make a second copy immediately after you look through them, right, officer… Sasaki-san, was it?” the man looks at your gloved hands with unease, then back at you obediently, hoping for reassurance. “That’s right,” you don’t return the gaze, removing the contents from the envelope and scanning them once through. “It’s all here. Well done.” Without warning, you move in with practiced ease, striking the man’s neck with enough force and precision before he even has time to react. He slumps to the floor, out cold. You contemplate slitting his throat as a warning for the others, but you decide against it. He’s a normal human, after all. And the cover of a false name and occupation would not leave any traces. You turn your eyes back to the documents – it was sufficient to incriminate your client twice over. A small chuckle escapes your lips, and you shake your head in mild disbelief at how close one of the world’s largest underground crime rings came to being exposed. Removing your gloves, you hold your thumb against your fingers. Burn. On command, the cursed symbols appear on your fingertips, and you press them to the stack of paper. Soundlessly, flames erupt across the pages, turning all the evidence into charred, curled fragments. You empty the remaining beer over his laptop, hearing it fizzle before the screen goes black. Dialling a number on your phone, you don’t wait long before someone answers. “It’s handled,” you report and hang up. Then you put on your gloves and slip out the door. Returning to the embrace of the city, you are swept back into the lights, the traffic, the crowds. Snow is already gently drifting down, and you walk the streets alone, feeling a little aimless. Maybe some dinner would make it better. Around you, bodies brush past one another, providing momentary warmth. Laughter and clouds of warm breath dance briefly in the winter air. Glittering billboards and large road crossings mark the landscape religiously. A city like this reminds you too much of Tokyo. You walk on. It is only until you’ve crossed a few blocks that you realize you’re being followed. Call it intuition, or that uncanny tremor in the back of your head when you’re watched. You do your best not to alarm them with any sudden movements, stopping at a display window now and then, browsing through clothes, even picking up a croquette at a roadside stall. Keeping your gaze anywhere but behind. Whoever it is, they are still there.

Persistent, you grumble in irritation. Just when you wonder if you should draw the pistol at your belt and confront the bastard, they make their presence known. You feel the subtle release of cursed energy from a couple of meters away. Then you freeze.   This specific intensity, this warmth, this vibration… like a precise texture and taste it overcomes you, draws you back into the past. It can’t be. His image already fills your mind before you turn around. He’s taller than you remembered. A black wool coat hugs his well-built frame, with a tan blazer and blue shirt peeking out from underneath. You never knew he wore light colours. His blond hair is cropped shorter than ever. Pedestrians weave around both of you in a blur, and despite the clamour surrounding you all you hear is silence. White drifts of snow gather on his shoulders. He raises his fingers and removes his glasses, dropping them into his coat pocket. His dark eyes are hardened and piercing, inscrutable, but for a moment you almost see them tremble. “Nanami,” you feel the syllables roll off your tongue, sounding foreign and unused, like the rusty teeth of cogwheels long abandoned and only just starting to turn again. What were the odds. You feel like laughing. At the world, at life. A thin smirk lines your lips as the words are forced out of your mouth. “You are not here to kill me, are you?” *** A little plug for my first-ever multi-chapter Nanami fic on ao3! I just updated a chapter and the story is about halfway through at ~6 chapters in. It’s prob the reason why i haven’t been on tumblr much... I already have the ending written out, and now i’m just filling the rest and laying the path forward. it’s emotional, intense, slow-burn and spicy - i’m really proud of it and i hope you’ll enjoy it too :)

[softinkshadows]

No More Lonely Nights

Gojo satoru × fem! reader x Nanami kento

Disclaimers: Explicit sex, lots of it ;)

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"T-this was n-not what we agreed on-"

You rasp in protest, already struggling to speak coherently. You can feel the embarrassment, the heat spreading across the back of your neck, rising to your cheeks. Conveniently seated on Gojo's lap, your back is flushed to his chest, allowing him complete easy access to your front.

Earlier, you had wondered at his rushed excitement as he locked his apartment door with a click, pulled you onto the spacious couch, and already began hoisting your skirt, bunching the fabric up towards your torso. Now his fingers are slowly rubbing you through the thin satin of your panties. Alternating between hard and nimble strokes, your mind is starting to blank, as Gojo coaxes out an increasingly wet spot on your underwear. You feel his cool breath against your ear.

"I never said we would be doing it alone, did I?" He chuckles.

His large hands firmly grab your thighs, spreading them further apart. You feel so exposed, yet so turned on, and you let escape a quiet, lewd moan.

"Now, don't disappoint him."

You unconsciously look up at his words, immediately feeling heat creeping into your face. Nanami Kento sits on the armchair facing you. Impeccably dressed, his blazer is folded neatly over the side of the chair. His tie is loosened and his blue shirt sleeves are rolled up to reveal his firm, muscular forearms. In his hand lies a glass of whisky. His eyes, dark and unreadable, are trained on Gojo's deft fingers, on the glistening trail of slick that is starting to show at the outer edges of your crotch. Then he looks right at you, taking a sip of his drink.

A few days ago, Gojo had asked if you wanted to have some fun. You knew what he meant and jumped at the chance - he was just the sort of no-strings-attached person you'd usually have a fling with. You had never gotten the chance to have a go with him, back when you graduated from Jujutsu Tech, but then everybody got busier. And he was hot. That was a definite plus. You had imagined a quick clothes-off situation, a getting-straight-to-business situation. Pure physical fun. You didn't expect first of all, a threesome. Second of all, you didn't expect a threesome with Nanami Kento, the senior you admired and respected so much during your training days, whom you haven't seen in years. Who is now intently watching you, legs spread and squirming in evident pleasure, with Gojo's hands up your panties.

Your breath hitches as Gojo runs his fingers teasingly along your wet slit, then rubbing the hardening nub of your clit with a slow rhythm. He grabs your chin with his other hand, so you're unable to look anywhere else but ahead, into the dark eyes of the blond opposite you. Gojo flicks his tongue in your ear, the sudden pleasure making you arch against his fingers, egging him on.

"He must be enjoying the look you have on your face right now. Your senpai is watching, and you're so eager to cum on my fingers, aren't you?"

You feel yourself getting wetter at his words. Gojo's slender fingers are now moving faster, sliding along your puffy lips with greater ease. You risk a quick glance at Nanami. His expression is unchanged, but he shifts a little in his chair. You think you hear a low groan, but you can't be sure.

The hand on your chin moves under your shirt, struggling slightly with the tight fabric. Gojo smiles against your ear as his hands roam over your chest, pleasantly surprised to find nothing there. You gasp a little louder than usual when his cool fingertips brush your nipples and squeeze the softness of your breasts.

"Nanami, looks like someone came prepared."

“Good. Saves us the trouble.” His voice is low and husky. 

It’s the first time since you’ve entered Gojo’s apartment that Nanami speaks. You can feel your pussy throbbing, from the light teasing of fingers and the lustful tone that catches you off guard. Gojo rolls up your shirt past your breasts, making a little show of it by playfully slapping them, earning a quiet yelp from you. They aren’t big, but they sit comfortably in his large palms, nipples perky and aching to be touched. You’re jolted out of your haze with a strong tug as Gojo unceremoniously rips off your satin panties. Now you’re in full view of Nanami, clit swollen and leaking juices over Gojo’s clothed lap. Pinching your nipples roughly, Gojo finally dips one, then two fingers inside you. You moan, legs quivering as his long digits penetrate you, finding the soft textured spot, eliciting sparks of pleasure in your body. Stroking your walls faster now, his thumb reaches up to rub your clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers. You feel the pressure building in your abdomen, the warmth rushing up your thighs as your eyes start to roll back.

“Ah, ah,” Gojo chides. His hand is back on your chin, locking your head in place and making you look straight. You notice Nanami has taken off his tie and uncrossed his legs. The straining of his pants is visible, and a thin sliver of drool dribbles out of your mouth. He runs his hands through his hair, breathing loudly and looking more riled up now. You can’t see Gojo’s face, but the white-haired devil is equally turned on. By your soft pants, by the squelching of his fingers as they pump in and out of you, by the adorable embarrassment on your face as he defiles you in front of your favourite senior. The rapid thrusts of his fingers hone in on that sweet spot inside you, and the pleasure grows, higher and higher, spreading across your lower body, as your hips move on their own accord, grinding harder against Gojo, angling yourself to let his fingers in deeper. 

“I-I’m going to... cum... Gojo...” you pant heavily, too far gone to care about shame as you lock eyes with Nanami.

At the same time, a third finger pushes into you, stretching you further, adding another layer of sweet, sweet pleasure.

You hear the slight smirk in Gojo’s voice. 

“Look at how hard you’re making him. Come for your senpai.”

It sends you over the edge. You come hard, and loud, moaning as you throw your head back, your clit clenching and unclenching around Gojo’s soaked fingers, the squelching sounds now unfettered and wild as waves of pleasure rock your body. 

After you come down from your high, Gojo pulls out, licking the digits coated in your juices. He wiggles them in the air teasingly at Nanami, who has yet to have a taste of you. The latter tuts in annoyance, finally getting up from his chair. You hear the swift unclasping sound of a belt buckle. 

Still a little giddy from your high, you feel Gojo move out from under you, his strong grip flipping you around. You’re now on all fours on the sofa. Your head bumps against something and you look up, coming face to face with the clothed, throbbing bulge of Nanami’s crotch.

For a moment, there’s only the rustling of fabric. Gojo takes off his top and unzips his pants. Nanami undoes the buttons on his shirt, his eyes wandering from the sweaty, glistening globes of your ass, positioned readily in front of Gojo, to your lips, agonizingly close to his hard-on. He finally frees his cock, throbbing and leaking pre-cum at the tip. You can’t help but swallow, ogling at his size and girth. His hands comb through your hair, more gentle than you expect at this stage, making you raise your eyes to his. There’s an edge of affection to them, as if saying, i missed you, it’s been too long. Then it’s quickly replaced by a dark smoldering lust. His hands grip your hair tighter. i’ve always wanted to see you like this. 

You whimper a little as his deep voice rattles your core.

“Suck, my precious kouhai.”

You feel your crotch getting slick again. You slide your tongue along the length of his cock, feeling the veins and ridges, stopping at the tip to circle your tongue around it with more force. You lift your hand to fondle him, earning a satisfied sigh. Then you look straight at him, and take his hot member into your mouth almost to the hilt. Nanami lets out an earthy groan, fisting your hair harder. You expertly drop your jaw and take him in, strings of drool escaping from the side of your mouth as you bob your head along his length. 

“You’re so good-” he moans, his grip on your hair is strong, but occasionally falls into a sensual rub which encourages you. 

From behind, another set of firm hands lifts your skirt higher. Gojo grabs your legs and spreads them a little wider, angling your hips upward to meet his. Then he slaps your ass cheeks with a loud, electrifying smack, making your moan with Nanami’s cock in your mouth. 

“Hope you didn’t forget about me, princess.” Gojo’s voice is still playful, but sultry.

His slender fingers explore your clit again, inserting a finger into your warm, slippery cunt, spreading your juices over your outer lips. Gojo coats his own large, veiny member with your wetness, running the entire length across your slit in preparation. You hear the familiar rip of a condom wrapper. Trembling with the new sensation of his cock rubbing against you, you break your momentum with Nanami, pulling your mouth free to gasp for air.

“Gojo... it’s alright... I’m on the pill.”

“You sure?” He pulls back. Nanami pauses as well, both of them giving you space to retain your mental clarity. 

“Yes. Now hurry up and fuck me already.”

They both utter low curses at your unabashed lewdness. Nanami sweetly strokes the side of your face, giving himself a few hard pumps before guiding your mouth back to his cock. You greedily take it all in, as he rocks his hips slowly. Gojo steadies you with his hands. His erect cock pauses at your heated entrance. He motions for Nanami to stop.

“Don’t pull out just yet. I want to make sure she’s completely stuffed with both of us.”

Your moan around Nanami’s girth at his words. Losing his patience, Gojo pushes the tip of his cock into you. You shudder at his slow entrance, feeling yourself gaping wide around him. It takes a while before you finally feel him stop, fitted fully inside you up to the hilt. 

“So fucking tight,” Gojo groans.

Your eyes widen at how long and large he is, your legs shaking with want. You can already tell how good it's going to be. As if responding to your desire, they begin moving. Matching each other’s pace, Gojo pulls out as Nanami thrusts into your mouth, the former ramming his cock expertly into you as Nanami gives you a moment to breathe. The pleasure is immense as Gojo’s cock drags along your walls, hitting your cervix, the multiple sweet spots deep inside you. If not for Nanami, you would be screaming. Each time his cock leaves your lips, you only manage to pant wordlessly in pleasure, drool escaping from the corners of your mouth. A look he admires before pushing right in again. You feel oh so filthy, as they pound into you without rest, both of them groaning and uttering praises as your lips and cunt grip deliciously onto their large cocks, sucking them in desperately as they pull out. You feel and hear yourself getting obscenely wet with each of Gojo’s hard thrusts, your slick running down your thighs, coating his rod-hard member, dripping onto the sofa below. 

You want so badly to reach your hands down and rub your clit, but you have to keep your balance, because the loud, wet slapping of your ass against Gojo’s body and Nanami’s strong hand in your hair feels much too good to give up now. Fuck. This is the hottest you've ever felt. They pick up their pace and you loose control of any coherent thought, surrendering to the sheer accumulation of burning pleasure bringing you closer to the edge again. Despite being stuffed on both ends, your have enough capacity to hear Nanami’s words, now spoken more forcefully with each thrust, and you can tell he’s close.

“You know... you were always the fierce... quiet one... but really, you just, wanted, for your senpais....to do this, didn’t you? so needy... to stuff you full like this... you just had... to ask -”

Gojo growls as your cunt immediately clenches around his cock. Completely unraveling in the pent-up pressure, pleasure so strong it seems to radiate to the back of your eyes takes over your body. Nanami pulls out, holding you fast as you scream in pure lust, profanities falling from your lips as your entire body spasms in ecstasy, your release now dripping in ribbons as you continue to ride out the waves of your orgasm. 

Before you can properly finish, Nanami enters you again, now chasing his own end, giving several hard thrusts before his cock jolts and empties into you, warm spurts of cum filling the back of your throat. Reclining on the couch, he watches your dishevelled face, sultry and sweaty, as you swallow all of it.

“She’s a filthy one, isn’t she?” Gojo smirks. knowing how hungrily you must have devoured Nanami’s release without even having to look. 

“Time for me to return the favour,” Nanami hums.

It takes a while for you to comprehend. Gojo pulls out of you, the sudden emptiness making you whine. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, he pulls you in with your back flushed to his chest, spreadeagled once more, his arms holding your knees wide apart. You're still heaving from coming so hard, and your legs have lost their strength. The sweat along his taut, muscled torso rubs against your ass, and you purr appreciatively. He lowers you slowly onto his cock, earning a throaty moan from you as you're deeply filled. He angles your body so that your exposed clit is poised upwards like an offering.

Leaning over you, Nanami runs his hands over the softness of your breasts, sighing. Then his lips find yours, tasting the musk of his own release as he ignites a fiery, passionate kiss. Gojo latches his lips onto your neck, licking and biting while his hands tweak and knead your breasts. Bouncing you slightly on his cock, you mewl into Nanami's kiss. Suddenly, he breaks away, lowering his face to your crotch. Your heart thumps wildly as you realize his intention, your cheeks feeling inexplicably hot again. Making eye contact with you, his tongue reaches out to lap at your clit.

"Fuck!" you spit out, writhing with Gojo's throbbing cock inside you, and Nanami's soft tongue pleasuring you right above where you're stretched out. Before you know it, your slick arousal oozes around Gojo again, and he takes the chance to thrust up into you slowly, stroking your insides towards another building orgasm. You arch your back, breasts bouncing in unison, pushing yourself against Nanami's mouth, feeling sparks of warm pleasure flaring outside and within you, as Gojo's cock hits deep inside you. The sheer eroticism of this moment urges him and pumps into you faster. Your juices spurt with each rapid thrust of his cock, Nanami's tongue and fingers on your clit driving you wild, the rough hands around your thighs and breasts dominating you entirely as you let out a silent scream, climaxing for the third time of the night.

Without slowing down, Gojo pummels into you, chasing his own high. Nanami's fingers do not let up on your clit, stroking you fast and hard. You squirm against their touch, still unbearably sensitive, but you're too lost in the sensation to even tell them to stop. Both men watch you with unbridled lust as you're overstimulated, whining and pleading in blank pleasure, as you sense another orgasm approaching. You feel Gojo's pace getting erratic, his thick cock rutting deeper into you. Unable to maintain control, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you come for the fourth time, moaning both their names, squeezing Gojo's cock as the orgasm hits you relentlessly. He gives one last thrust, biting hard against your neck as he comes, unloading hot ropes of cum into you.

The apartment is silent except for the three of your heavy, lusty pants. After you both come down from your highs, Gojo pulls out, enjoying the way his white hot seed spills out of your used hole. The couch is a complete mess of sweat and cum. He gives you a chaste, appreciative peck on your cheek.

Looking over your shoulder, he chuckles at Nanami's already stiff member.

"Shall we go for round two?"

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Notes: i was writing a multi-chapter, slow-burn nanami x reader fic on ao3 (see link in pinned post) when i got a bit impatient and was craving to write some smutty smutty nanami action, so here it is!!!!

[softinkshadows]

Beg for it (adultrio x reader)

Short vignettes on some gentle and spicy orgasm denial between fem!reader and our trouble trio~

Explicit content and porny smut ahead!

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Illumi x fem!reader

His long delicate tresses fall and brush against your bare waist. The mattress shifts beneath you as he leans in, keeping his balance with his arms at your sides. You can’t help but run your fingers over his toned, chiseled torso, and for a moment his eyes are lidded, lost in your touch. Your heart thudders loudly in want at this beautifully naked god above you. A soft sigh escapes your lips, making him lift his eyes back to yours once more.

Neither of you are urgent. Kissing, caressing, licking, you both move slowly, deeply, feverishly. Limbs tangled in a dance, beaded with sweat and desire. Holding out, for just a while more, as if kindling a long, searing flame. The moonlight across the floor, watching.

He holds your face lightly in his large palm, studying the contours of your brows, your nose, your lips. Like you’re something so beautiful and so fleeting he must dutifully commit every detail to memory. You have never seen him like this. Then his eyes darken and without warning he slips two fingers into your mouth, coating his digits in your saliva.

“Ah!” You gasp at the sudden intrusion, moaning as his thick fingers swirl in your mouth. You love how casually, how gracefully he can make you feel filthy and hot like this. Illumi removes his dripping fingers, trailing them over your collar bone, snaking down to your chest, like a painter marking his canvas with a brush. He pauses at your nipples, rubbing them in slow circles, spreading the wetness around the tip. Your breath catches. Your sensitive buds, now wet with your saliva, are hard beneath his touch. He flicks them lightly, making you gasp and shudder and clutch his arms. You want more. It's as if your body takes shape, materializes only at the places Illumi touches. Then he continues downward.

The wet trail he leaves on your skin tingles in the cold night air. He quietly admires the way your body quivers under his roaming fingers, his eyes clouded with silent lust. At last, his fingers halt right on your clit, frustratingly still and applying not quite enough pressure. Your pussy clenches with want, and you can already feel your juices leaking onto the sheets. 

“I-Illumi, please,” you beg, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you arch into his touch, squirming against him for much-needed friction. 

“Ah, ah, there now,” he hushes you, stilling your body with his free hand, his fingers pressed to your clit. His dark eyes are twinkling, clearly enjoying the expression on your face. "I love this look on you."

Heart racing wildly at his words, you reach up to shield your face, embarrassed at your own lewdness all of a sudden. In a flash, he moves your hands away, holding them clasped in his strong grip, his fingers on your clit now moving, rubbing deep and agonizingly slow circles. Pressing his lips to your neck, he murmurs and hums, the light vibrations on your skin sending shocks of pleasure to your already soaked pussy. Then he lifts his face, hovering inches above yours, as your hot breaths mingle. Below, his fingers are still unrelenting. Pleasure spiking and breaking off repeatedly, you words become incoherent. He whispers at your lips as he watches you tremble, mewling and pleading and moaning for release, a helpless quivering mess under his touch. 

"Now, you don't want it to be over so soon, do you?"

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Hisoka x fem!reader x Chrollo

He grabs you by the hips, rubbing your wet slit along his hot, hard length. Your body is already quivering. If it wasn’t for his arms holding you, tight enough to leave bruises, you would not be able to stay upright straddling him on the sofa like this. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he holds you closer, increasing the pressure of your slippery cunt against his veiny cock as your nipples graze his chest, making you gasp and whine. You need to feel him inside you. He lets out a small chuckle.

“If you so wish.” Golden eyes glint behind bright red hair.

As if he read your mind, Hisoka steadies you, positioning you over his girthy cock. Then he pushes in slowly. It’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and you feel yourself stretching deliciously wide to accommodate him. He’s only halfway in, and you feel stuffed. Nervous and giddy from the overwhelming sensation, you grip his shoulders roughly, anchoring yourself in the pleasurable storm.

“Ohhh... w-wait, I-”

Before you can finish, Hisoka snaps his hips up and sheathes himself fully inside you. Your eyes widen, sputtering and gasping and cursing as you feel his throbbing length open you wide. You lay spreadeagled on his lap for a while, panting, as you adjust to him. He doesn't move. You squirm and shift, wanting to feel friction again, but your legs have lost all their strength. You claw at his firm chest. He watches you, needy and whimpering. A faint smile plays at his lips.

"Oh? Did you want this?" He purrs. Lifting you easily, he bounces you on his cock slowly, dragging out each time he leaves and enters you again. You cry out as your insides tingle, pleasure building in your abdomen.

"F-faster-ah!" Your skin is feverishly hot, and it feels as if a mere touch would break you apart in ecstasy. Hisoka stops his long thrusts. Still sheathed inside you, he reaches out to toy with your puffy clit with deft fingers. You're mewling at the additional jolts of pleasure, clawing at his shoulders, leaving angry red marks which makes him groan.

"You're dripping," he smirks with a devilish look on his face, thumbing your sensitive nub. Sweat mingling with slick juices slide down the base of his cock. "Look at you, making a mess. Perhaps he will punish you for ruining his sofa."

At his words, you shudder in anticipation and completely shameless lust. You get wetter instantly.

"I think she's ready," Hisoka calls out.

"Excellent," you hear a low voice murmur.

In your haze, you feel him approach you from behind. A blindfold slips across your eyes. Your eyelids strain against the cool slip of silk. Suddenly, every sensation in your body is magnified two, no, three-fold.

Without warning, Chrollo grabs your ass fiercely, spreading them even wider with his smooth palms, making you sink lower onto Hisoka's cock. You moan loudly, shaking and wanting so badly to cum.

Slender fingers find their way to your aching wet pussy, collecting your honey before spreading it around your puckered hole. Your breath hitches as Chrollo slides a finger in, making you twitch and clench your pussy in response. Hisoka groans beneath you, gritting his teeth at the sudden tightness.

"Manners, my little slut," he retorts, swatting your sensitive clit in punishment, making you gasp, almost climaxing on the spot.

A set of hands loosen your grip on Hisoka, lifting your arms so you can only lean backwards for support. You feel Chrollo's chest and ripped torso pressing on your back, cool to the touch.

Then you hear a soft clink. Puzzled, you wonder what it is until you feel the burning cold sensation of a melting ice cube on the small of your back. "Chrollo- ah!" You shudder, clenching your fists tightly as you arch your back, throwing your head against the crook of his neck.

"You shouldn't say my name in this manner, it gets me all excited," he lowers his voice darkly. Immediately, you feel the stinging cold of ice on your nipples, circling your breasts, making you buck and grind yourself against Hisoka's cock below. The melting ice drips down your belly, sensitive ribbons of liquid making its way to your trembling cunt. At the same time, Hisoka's fingers stroke your clit, and you're moaning incoherently at being overwhelmingly pleasured on so many fronts.

"Please-" you pant, a trickle of drool escaping your mouth.

“What’s the rush," Chrollo murmurs as he presses his lips to your ear. "We only have the whole night ahead of us.”

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Notes: Wow this made me stop a few times in between to take a break because ---- hope you enjoyed these very trashy and very smutty adultrio vignettes!! I might make it it into a proper fic one day :)

[softinkshadows]

Throughout S2, Nakyum’s appeared in an elavated position during their intimate moments as the power in this relationship gradually shifted. Now, the role reversal is complete in chapter 71 as Seungho deliberately places Nakyum above himself both literally and figuratively. It’s Nakyum who ultimately becomes the more powerful in this relationship because he owns SH’s heart and holds it in the palm of his hand. It’s a heart SH gave him willingly.

While Seungho realized the hard way his feelings for NK and confessed them to him on multiple occassions, Nakyum is still very much in denial. He tries so hard to avoid admitting that he is in love, finding so many excuses  that his feelings are only the result of random coincidences. He was hurt so much by his one-sided love for Inhun that he tries hard not to fall in love even though it’s already way too late because he’s fallen for Seungho a long time ago.  He’s deluding himself and this inability to admit genuine affection out loud to SH might become a source of conflict between them in the future as SH gets hurt more and more by the notion that Nakyum might not love him not matter what he does and how hard he tries.  Right now, there is a huge conflict inside Nakyum between what he feels and what he thinks he feels and unless he solves these conflicted emotions, it will bring him and SH only pain.

This is the moment Nakyum’s two braincells exploded and his brain turned to mush - the mighty Lord Yoon telling him that he will listen to his wishes and needs.The moment Seungho places NK’s foot on his cock underwater might be fleeting but the meaning behind it is huge. It may seem kinky, but it’s SH once again putting himself into a submissive and vulnerable position literally lying himself by NK’s feet and making NK the dominant one. When Seungho places Nakyum’s foot on his cock, he is saying: “Look how hard you’ve made me. I desire you”, making it clear how much he wants NK, but at the same time he asks NK for permission and gives him a choice to say no.  It’s a heady combination for NK.

The picture of Seungho kneeling and lying himself bare, heart, body and soul, his eyes imploring and pleading, by Nakyum’s feet shown via NK’s POV and his narration perfectly encapsuletes and symbolizes the current state of their relationship and its power dynamic.

Chapter 1 of S2 contained the foreshadowing of what’s going to happen. There is always a piece of truth in the rumours and it’s as if the gossips came true as Seugho finally treats Nakyum as his real fianceé - with respect, love and care, carrying him in his robe.

Seungho kisses Nakyum at every opportunity, he can’t bear not to kiss him. He is giving Nakyum all the kisses his lovers asked for previously but which SH denied him when he thought NK ran away. He loves to kiss Nakyum and gains pleasure from NK’s pleasure. It’s obvious that Seungho is making this all about Nakyum and his pleasure,but he is also getting pleasure of his own - it’s in the way he kisses NK whenever he can, how he swallow everything drop of his cum, how he savours the taste of his skin and insides,…

Swallowing his partner’s cum is obviously something Seungho doesn’t usually do nor did previously enjoy, but now he is swallowing Nakyum’s as if it were the most delicious treat. That’s why Nakyum is so shocked.  The journey on which Seungho starts off as a selfish man whose enjoyment, hurt feelings and pride are more important than his partner’s happiness and pleasure only to become a selfless and giving lover is so satisfying, rewarding and riveting to watch.

 Also,  Yoon Seungho really went there and gave Nakyum a blowjob straight from his own personal textbook. Only the best for his lover. The man is a legend and extra af.

It’s the memory of Seungho’s voice and eyes looking at him together with his loving mouth sucking him that make Nakyum ultimately cum. Seungho is Nakyum’s ultimate aphrodisiac.

Nakyum touches Seungho’s body and cock not because he’d feel required to but because he wants to touch SH, to explore his body and give back.  When Seungho looks at Nakyum after he touches his cock, Nakyum doesn’t look away or take his hand away in shame or doubt. He might be blushing but there is only excitement, desire, love and anticipation in his eyes. He is the picture of shy bravery and confidence.

It’s Seungho who’s breathless, flinching, surprised, barely holding onto his control and more affected. A shy touch from Nakyum makes Seungho powerless. His blush might not be as pronouced as Nakyum’s but his ears are red. One of the reasons why Seungho takes Nakyum’s hand away is that the moment he would allow him to touch him he would lose even the last bits of control, succumbing to NK’s innocent and adorable seduction.

Not only does Seungho admit that he’s wronged Nakyum in many ways, he vows to make amends but most importantly,  even though he says a noble can’t bow to a lowborn, he purposefully places NK on the furniture and literally kneels before him, worshipping his body.

It’s hilarious how the POTN fans were writing fanfics and expecting Nakyum to start calling SH “Seungho-ya”, only for Seungho to say “hold my soju” and go “Lord Nakyum” on all of us, basically elevating his lover to nobility. Seungho most likely never called any of his former lovers, who were all actual lords, by the “lord” title which shows how special and important NK is to SH that he would even throw away his pride that was instilled in him since birht, making NK one of a kind.

Not only does Seungho call NK “Lord Nakyum”, he also uses the formally polite speech (hasipsio-che) which is a higher level of politeness used, among other things, by lowborns to speak to nobles. You typically hear it in sageuk kdramas and it’s these two characters “니다” =nida.

For all his flaws, Seungho has always been the best choice for Nakyum due to his intelligence, lack of respect for traditions and his rebellion against social rules because those qualities allow him to treat him and love him Nakyum deserves. The way SH’s treated NK until now (calling the doctor,allowing him to eat with him,…) has been him instinctively trying to treat NK as his equal,his real and proper lover so him calling NK a lord and listening to his wishes is the culmination of that.

Painter of the Night features twin moments which echo each other-parallels,visual and narrative,that show NK’s and SH’s relationship at its worst & how it gradually grows and blossoms. Seungho dresses NK in the same cloak he wore months ago, symbolizing the role reversal and change. Back then he was angry that Nakyum tried to run away from him with Inhun and mad from jealousy. He mistreated him and used his body to stake his claim which ultimately led to Nakyum falling ill. Whereas now, he is worshipping NK’s body, making amends for wrongly accusing NK of leaving him and later punishing him for it, asking for forgiveness and making Nakyum’s welbeing and pleasure his priority. Both scenes look like a mirror image of each other but at the same time everything is different and that’s one of the many things which make Byeonduck such an incredible artist and storyteller -her singular ability to tell stories and convey her characters’ emotions with her art.

Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?

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... um anyways chile

OH HOW THE TURNS HAVE TABLED

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I binged entire 2 seasons of POTN yesterday... it's my first proper yaoi series and it was so heartwrenchingly beautiful (and spicy hot too)

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㊙️Secret facts㊙️, or Things the JJK sorcerers would rather die than tell anyone (*ノ▽ノ)

Headcanons, crack edition, of our favourite sorcerers! (partly in homage to @snk-headcanons)

Some extensive contextual references to both the anime and manga ahead ~

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Itadori Yuuji

Itadori has had a six pack since elementary school. He has also remained at the bottom of his cohort for academic grades since elementary school. Itadori isn’t actually good at cooking; meatballs are his only specialty. His wardrobe only contains hoodies. Itadori really ate his boogers as a kid. Itadori is so bad at reading cursed energy he still can’t tell the difference between a curse and a sorcerer. Nanami once asked him if he considered therapy. Itadori’s favourite mode of transport is Fushiguro’s demon dogs. On some days, Itadori thinks Fushiguro looks better than Jennifer Lawrence. 

Megumi Fushiguro

Fushiguro once tried to pick up smoking in middle school. He gave up because he was irritated at how popular it became amongst his schoolmates when he did. He has a drawer full of un-replied confession letters. Fushiguro can’t sleep without a bolster (he gets touchy in his sleep). Fushiguro cuts his own hair. His go-to drink is strawberry milk. Fushiguro is so unused to smiling he practices in front of his room mirror before giving up. In reality, when he’s genuinely happy his eyelashes grow by 3 centimeters. On some days, Fushiguro admits that Itadori is the person he will always count on to save him.  

Nobara Kugisaki

Nobara likes to dress up in her room and pretend to be a cover girl or fashion model. She once found Inumaki-senpai attractive. But this was probably because he was quiet. Nobara actually got lost in Harajuku station before meeting Itadori and Fushiguro for the first time. Nobara only processes emotions by yelling. Nobara does not feel pain. Ever since arriving in Tokyo, she has been scouted for several television shows. They were all makeover specials. Nobara has a personal grudge against the mirror in Shibuya’s UNIQLO store. She has a private photo folder in her phone dedicated to snaps of city lights, skyscrapers and Maki.  

Inumaki Toge

Inumaki likes to visit convenience stores to look for new onigiri flavours. He assigns expletives to a different flavour every week, and enjoys swearing at others without them realizing. His uniform collar serves a dual purpose of concealment when he sticks his tongue out at people he doesn’t like. Inumaki likes flirting. Inumaki secretly stocks up Yuta-senpai’s favourite snacks just before he returns from missions. Inumaki longs to be kissed (on his beautiful, cursed mouth). He keeps a written diary of things people say to him and and things he would like to say back to them. Inumaki’s favourite verb is “susumu” (keep going). 

Panda

Panda is intrigued by meat, particularly fried chicken, even if they cannot eat it. Panda does not like cooked vegetables. Panda gets PR packages from apparel and household brands with panda designs; they do monthly unboxing videos for over a million subscribers. Panda’s favourite tv shows are Oprah and Japanese crime dramas. Panda reads religious texts on Shintoism in their free time. Panda’s third core is a koala. 

Maki Zenin

Maki once lost her glasses at a party and almost burned down an entire restaurant to look for it. Maki does not like spicy food because it makes her blush. Maki giggles at memes. She has timed crying breaks in the bathroom. Maki secretly names her cursed tools after her favourite celebrities. Maki always buys herself two birthday cake slices. 

Aoi Todo 

Todo drinks protein shakes more often than he would like to admit. He has never won Maki in an arm wrestling match. Todo’s IQ fluctuates between 80 and 155. He has only been part of Takada-chan’s fan club for 6 months. 80% of Todo’s memory is fabricated fantasy. Todo’s teary face has made both children and grown men cry, out of fear. His dream is to open a pancake house. 

Ijichi Kiyotaka

Despite his looks, Ijichi is skilled in Jujitsu and Aikido. He pre-orders extra sets of Itadori’s uniform every month. He has at least 3 Fast and Furious movie posters in his bedroom. He likes to daydream about being part of an A-list sorcerer team with Nanami, with Gojo as his personal chauffeur. Ijichi keeps a treat money jar for every time he feels slighted or overly stressed at work. To date, he has used the jar to visit 3 Michelin-star restaurants. 

Geto Suguru 

Geto developed a sweet tooth after enrolling in Jujutsu High. His first kiss was stolen by Gojo in a supply closet when they were both sixteen (the latter did it for fun). Geto was once dared to shave off all his hair and had to stifle a sob at the thought. Geto’s non-sorcerer disinfectant spray is coincidentally a rose-scented line of luxury cologne called Infinite Love. On a bad day, Geto finds himself indulging in dessert. 

Gojo Satoru

Mostly shameless, Gojo feels the most self-conscious with his eyes uncovered. Gojo gets turned on by an exquisite pair of sunglasses. Gojo doesn’t like drinking alcohol. Gojo once injected sugar into his blood, partly in jest, partly because he was curious. Gojo reads critical theory. Gojo uses SK-II facial treatment essence. Gojo likes reading fanfiction written about him. He keeps a scrapbook for deliberately ugly doodles of Jujutsu society’s higher ups. He is the owner of tabloid news twitter account @jujutsushits. He is also the owner of twitter account @RealNanamiKento. When he has a bad day, Gojo scrolls through old, defunct chats between him and Geto.  

Nanami Kento

Nanami has never suffered from hair loss problems. He earned a university degree after leaving Jujutsu High, where he majored in economics and minored in comparative literature. Nanami freelanced as a poet-writer for 2 months. He is so respectable in jujutsu society that he once sold (more like auctioned) his pair of men’s leather shoes for 500,000 JPY. The buyers were all women. He has a drawer of XXL condoms. He did not buy them (Gojo did). He keeps a slogan t shirt that reads ‘Hot Stuff’. He did not buy it (Haibara did). Nanami is fluent in 5 languages. Nanami’s hobbies are ironing his blue dress shirt and getting into existential crises. Nanami has an excel sheet detailing his weekly expenses titled ‘letsgetthisbread.exe.’ When embarrassed, Nanami is prone to hiccups.

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna has a personal list of ‘Top 10 Sukuna Badass Moments’ playing on loop in his head. He sings when Itadori is in the shower to spite him, but mostly because he likes the sound of his own voice. Sukuna has a bad memory, having been alive for more than a thousand years. Sukuna hates contemporary fashion, but has a fascination for Crocs. He prefers jazz to imperial court music. Sukuna delivers lengthy, oftentimes ultraviolent monologues to Itadori when he is bored. He thinks he would make a good university professor. Sukuna is still terrified of motorised vehicles. 

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Notes: writing this was so fun, but some of it made me sad... 

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