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He'd fucked up.
Satoru stood in the middle of the Shibuya station among the frozen bodies of unconscious regular humans and piles of murdered transmuted ones, breath ragged in his throat from exertion, a cage of glyphs floating in the air around him humming with power.
He could still see cursed energy, now leaking in a large uncontrolled halo about him but it refused to heed his call; those glyphs were cutting off his access. He didn't need to test the walls in order to know that he wouldn't be able to break it in this state.
Some part of Satoru's brain was still processing, taking in information, the Six Eyes analyzing the curse that restrained him in trying to find a weakness to unravel, but the rational part of him knew that this was checkmate. He'd been undone not through feats of Sorcery and shows of power, but through the one weakness he'd never been able to patch in his heart, his eternal, repeating failure: Suguru. It always went back to those three fleeting years of his youth, years now literally trapping him with its otherwise impossible conditions.
That thing leered at him through Suguru Geto's stolen eyes, casually prying away the fingers at its throat where some trace of Suguru even now was trying to protect Satoru.
"Let's get this over with then. I'm getting kind of bored," Satoru fell back on familiar habits, petty defiance pushing down the rage and grief that'd so recently elicited a rare emotional outburst from him. He supposed what came next would be his execution— what else could the goal have been from their elaborate plot if not to rid the world of the Strongest Sorcerer?
The thought didn't bother him at that moment; he'd been ready to go for a very long time, even if it was not something he looked forward to. But one regret did nag at him as he bore intense eyes into the monster before him, wishing with all his heart the chance to at least put Suguru's body properly to rest.
gate close.
The glyphs fell in with tremendous weight, magical bonds becoming physical ones as they pressed in against his clothes and skin, forcing him to his knees with violent force, overwhelming his stubborn need to resist— he simply no longer had the strength for such displays.
Through his Six Eyes he saw the true horror of the curse then, realization hitting the same time it bore through him, sinking past skin and searing with sudden intense heat. This was no execution; this was something far worse.
His dull blue eyes never broke away from the monster's cruel violets, rage returning in an explosion of cursed energy reacting to his every emotional beat as he swore to himself that it would regret this. It will die, squirming, begging for mercy and wishing that on this day it had killed Satoru Gojo.
He did not so much as flinch as the glyphs made itself a home inside him, burning its mark into bone and carving through flesh, the agony nothing against the realization that he was being destroyed at a level he could not yet comprehend.
It was over in an instant, that external prison that'd caged him only seconds ago now embedded into his physical being. Numbly, he pulled at the cursed energy still leaking from his form as it ebbed and flowed with violent variation, and it ignored his instinctive touch.
He was powerless. Satoru Gojo, the Strongest, was no more.
#au >> gate sealed#was writing this into a reply but decided im gonna extract it into verse canon cause it's basically just the premise written out in prose#also it was getting way too fucking long lol#>> drabbles
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Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.
But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.
None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?
And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.
Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.
A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.
#dragon#dragons#sorry sis <3#laura drabbles#fantasy#this was accidentally inspired by the moviestruck podcast
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toji has a secret tattoo, in a place hidden from the rest of the world. and you wanted to find out what exactly this man was hiding.
"where?" you asked one more time.
"nuh uh, no telling," toji shaking his head once more.
"let me find it then!" you got closer to him as you inspected him. you decided to make a plan, you'd ask him to take off a piece of clothing, if he hesitated, that's the spot.
"take your shirt off," you slowly observed the man.
"if you wanted my clothes off, could've just said so," toji taking off his shirt easily with one arm. "do-"
"your pants," you continued, as the man raised his eyebrows.
"do you want to fuck me or something?" he took off his pants, leaving him with just his boxers in the middle of the living room. "quit staring won'cha, my eyes are up here."
you were lost, no hesitation in any of his movements. his skin was clean, in all the places you'd expect a patch of ink, there was nothing.
"give up?" toji taunted as a smirk slowly came to his lips.
you had an epiphany, his lips. you walked closer to the man, looking pitifully as if you were a kid who got their lollipop stolen. as you got closer, you leaned for a kiss. slowly, your hands reached for his face, landing on his bottom lip. you pulled his bottom lip down finding the tattoo, "kiss me" right on his inner lip. jackpot!
"YES!" you jumped in happiness, releasing his bottom lip. before you do your third jump, you felt large hands grabbing your waist, immobilising you. he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist making you see him eye to eye.
"don't be too excited, now this is a secret between me and you, no one else doll, no one," toji emphasising the last 2 words glaring at your smile.
"ok, kiss me," before toji could respond, you smashed your lips to hip making him shut up, giggling in between kisses.
note: firm believer toji is a man who got a tattoo bcs of a silly dare.
#toji fluff#toji headcanons#toji x y/n#toji x you#jujutsu toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#jjk toji#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji zenin#jjk x reader#jjk headcanons#jjk x y/n#jjk fanfic#jjk fluff#jjk x you#jjk#fumiliardrabbles#min...drabbles
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super annoying gojo satoru when a girl comes up to you and asks you if he's your brother even after clearly seeing him grabbing your ass and saying super cheesy lines to you to make you only roll your eyes at him.
and you're stuck dumbfounded because it's not rocket science to figure out that you two are a thing just by looking at the both of you because the clingy bastard is quite literally stuck to you everywhere you go, whining and pleading for yet another kiss after stealing several from you.
and it's the same clinginess that prompts him to answer in your stead "yes actually. we're siblings" he beams a smile at you and you scowl, why the hell is he feeding onto this random girl's delusions like that? can't he take the hint?
you're not done scrutinising him when he grabs your chin with his big ass hands and smashes his lips onto yours, tugging and devouring your mouth into an extra sloppy kiss for the girl to take a hint.
he pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he licks his lips where yours had been a second ago. "is that obvious enough?" he chuckles, eyes never leaving yours as you see the girl storm off in the corner of your eye.
#i saw a quote that said bro's the type to say youre siblings and kiss you#and it was so satoru coded i Had to#i want him i miss him huhu#supersweet! writes#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk scenarios#jjk drabbles#jjk fluff#jjk imagines#gojo x you#gojo fluff#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru x reader#jjk headcanons#jjk fic#jjk crack#jjk satoru#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x reader
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✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this
riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”
“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.
“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”
an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.
“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”
nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.
your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.
taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.
“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”
he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.
it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.
tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.
oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”
“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.
your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.
nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.
each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”
“f- fuck, keep talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.
your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”
with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.
you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.
“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.
nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”
kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”
“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.
with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.
pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.
as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”
#★vegasbaby.#ilove him hhnnnbggc#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami smut#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento smut#nanami x y/n#kento nanami x reader#nanami kento#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x reader smut#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#anime smut#female reader#jjk drabbles#jjk imagines
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gojo never imagined an arrange marriage with you, but now you’re all he can think about.
he thinks about you when he’s training, when he’s seated at his round table, when he’s in his bed, everywhere, every time, you’re all he can think about.
and you’re oblivious to it.
you heard the gossip everywhere you walked, about the girl gojo was pleading with his family to marry. how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how much more elegant she was compared to you. you knew you were never his first choice, not even his fifth, but it hurt even more when everybody acknowledged it.
you stopped wearing your wedding ring, started acting like you were just another person there. luckily gojo didn’t seem to be in any hurry about making heirs, so pretending like you two were working things out didn’t even matter anymore.
you find yourself alone most of the time. your maids were kind and patient, but they had so many things to do throughout the day that you felt awful pestering them to walk around the estate with you.
eating dinners with gojo became normal, but most of your other meals were in silence, always feeling like a speck of dust in the large dining hall.
one day when you’re walking around aimlessly you stumble across the training grounds, the open space below you filled with men swinging wooden swords back and forth at each other.
it wasn’t difficult to find your husband, his white hair hard to miss in a crowd of others. he didn’t notice you watching from above, and so you stayed hidden, not knowing if the men were picky with who watched them.
he was swift and agile. everything he did was precise and with meaning. no wonder he was named the best warrior of the north.
you found this to be more entertaining than walking around the gardens for the tenth time or watching the cooks assemble the next meal, so you didn’t even notice how gojo looked up to see you, somehow slipping away without you knowing.
you were in a state of watching but not really thinking, almost jumping out of your skin when you heard his voice behind you.
“didn’t know i had an audience,”
you yelp, flinching as you look behind you to see your husband all sweaty, panting slightly as he moves his hair away from his face. you eye the stairs that led him up here, wondering how you could’ve missed that.
you laugh sheepishly, giving him an apologetic smile as you pick are your nails.
“i’m sorry,” you scratch behind your ears, feeling heat rise to your cheeks under his intense gaze. it’s unfair how pretty somebody can look, especially after training for an hour straight, “i was just walking around and i saw this.”
he waved it off, shaking his head as he leaned his sword on the wall.
“not a problem,” his eyes shine, “i just would’ve tried harder if i knew my wife was watching.”
my wife.
the words fall so smoothly from his lips you wonder how many times he’s said it before. with malice, hatred, necessity?
you smile a little bit, eyes crinkling around the edges as you look away briefly, not noticing the way gojo chased after your cheerful face.
“how’d you get up here? where are your ladies?” he asks suddenly, looking around at the fact that it was just you up here.
“my what?” you say, looking up at him through furrowed brows.
“you know,” he waves his arm around as if that would help, “you’re ladies in waiting,”
you scrunch up your nose a little bit, something he noticed you did when you were confused.
“oh, well, my maids are working right now,” you tell him, noting that he still didn’t look any less confused.
“no, not your maids, your ladies,” he tilts his head to the side, “the girls your family sent them up to help you around.”
you stare at him, unblinking.
“the girls that are your friends, the ones that help accustom you…” gojo trials off when he realizes he’s not getting anywhere with you.
you feel even more embarrassed than when he caught you watching him, hating the way you were clueless at yet another thing in this life that no one explained to you.
“the girls you hang around with?” he finally lands on, hoping this jogs your memory.
you shake your head, eyes wide as you fidget with the fabric of your dress. his eyes fall onto your finger, lingering on the fact that you’re not wearing your ring.
“who do you spend your time with throughout the day?” gojo seems even more lost than you. he’s seen you with…? well surely that one time…?
“by,” you swallow, embarrassed, “by myself. i walk around a lot.” you admit sheepishly.
“your family didn’t send…?” he answers his own question with his silence.
this entire time you’ve been alone?
he opens his mouth to speak but somebody beats him to it.
“satoru! get down here! we’re still not done!” his friends shouts from below, and you look over your shoulder to see all the men staring at the two of you.
gojo stares at you, unblinking.
“i,” he swallows but can’t find any words.
you can’t either.
he leaves you there, running down those stairs as he shouts at the other guys to resume what they were doing. that entire day he was off his balance because he kept looking up to see you there, but you weren’t.
maybe you were just walking around, like you said.
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#satoru x reader#gojo drabble#jjk x reader#jjk drabble#gojo angst#arranged!gojo
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Telling Ghost/König you are too heavy for him to pick up or sit on his face, and he doesn’t say anything at first so you think he just accepted it even if your heart kinda twinged a little in pain because you know you are just not skinny enough-
Only for him to send you a video the next day: in the gym, looking mighty hot in a compression shirt and sweatpants just a touch low on his hips, and lifting a bar with ease. On a closer look? The weighs attached to the bar weigh far more than you do. And he so easily maneuvers and controls and manhandles it…
Between the heat curling in your stomach, face pink and thighs clenched shut, you almost miss the incoming text.
Never too heavy for me, doll.
#cod#cod x reader#cod x you#tf 141 x reader#tf 141#tf 141 x you#cod imagines#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost x you#ghost x you#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#konig#ghost#konig x reader#konig x you#cod drabble#ghost drabble#konig drabble#chubby reader#simon riley drabble#simon ghost riley drabble#chubby!reader#noona.writes
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megumi x reader
"i want a kiss."
"no."
megumi let out a scoff, feigning being offended by your response
"no? you're denying me a simple kiss? that's cold."
megumi turned his head slightly, crossing his arms across his chest with a huff, his lower lip sticking out in a slight pout.
"gumi,"
he continued to sulk, his back facing you as he laid on his side. he was stubbornly refusing to look at you
"meg—"
"you're so mean to me. you're not even calling me baby anymore."
you slightly chuckle
"baby, can you look at me? pretty please?"
but to no avail.
you wrap your arms around him and kisses his cheek from behind. leaving occasional pecks on the corner of his lips.
"i was kidding, let me see your handsome face, baby."
megumi, still stubbornly facing away from you, huffed a small sigh before reluctantly facing your way.
"what?"
"are you done sulking?"
"yes, i'm done sulking," he admitted, his voice low and sincere. "in fact, i think i've been teased long enough. now, give me my kiss please."
#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#jjk#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fluff#megumi imagines#jjk megumi#jujutsu megumi#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen megumi#megumi#megumi fluff#megumi imagine#megumi x black reader#jjk x fem reader#jjk x black reader#jjk x y/n#megumi x fem reader#megumi x you#megumi drabbles#megumi drabble#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujustsu kaisen#megumi fushiguro imagines#megumi fushiguro fluff
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thinking about yuta seeing your pussy for the first time. ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱
bf!yuta who practically falls to his knees in front of you when you finally peel down those pretty pink panties and show him your wetness.
“g-god.. my baby, so pretty.” he’d murmur as he holds your thighs in his big hands, pressing wet and needy kisses to your ankles all the way up to your inner thighs.
he’d spread your folds with his fingers and practically groan as he sees you dripping, your cunt clenching around nothing. his gaze is searing, and you can feel him picking you apart. when you try to swat him away, his grip on your thighs will just grow tighter and he’d look up at you.
“stop.. ‘m admiring what’s mine..” he’d say with an adorable pout.
bf!yuta who begs you to let him eat you out, to let him make you feel good. and obviously, you can’t deny him for so long. not when he’s practically crying to give you pleasure.
his nervous tongue would lick a long stripe up your slit, and he’d close his eyes and moan as your taste and smell overwhelms his senses. “taste so good, baby..” he’d murmur before diving in and tracing his tongue around the rim of your hole, his nose bumping against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars.
you’d grip his hair tight and pull on the raven strands, trying to get him closer. he’d growl in an almost animalistic way, his tongue darting out to delve into your folds, wriggling inside of you as he scream and moan.
your sounds are music to his ears, and it’s hard to ignore the tightness of his pants and the pre leaking into his boxers. he’d grind his hips down onto the bed while making out with your pussy, long black lashes fluttering under his eyes.
bf!yuta who doesn’t stop tongue fucking you even after you come, your heels hitting against his back and you squirming and crying out in pleasure and pain, begging for mercy. he just can’t get enough of you.
“nnoo.. don’t pull away.. just one more, please babg? i promise just one more. wanna taste you.”
but one more turns into 2, and then 2 turns into 3 and the next thing you know he has you shaking and writhing beneath him, his long, slender fingers pounding into you, stroking your g-spot with each thrust while his tongue laps greedily at your clit.
his jaw and mouth had started hurting a while ago, but he just couldn’t bring himself to stop. not when his gorgeous baby was feeling so good all because of him <3
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“I also grabbed that oatmeal you liked.”
“Mhmm.”
“You know, the one we tried a few weeks ago, and you were certain you wouldn’t like.”
“Mhmm.”
“Luckily by the time I made it out of the gym they wer-”
“Mhmm.”
You finally glance up from where you’ve been unloading the groceries onto the kitchen counter, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you look to your boyfriend.
Sure enough, Simon’s not listening to a word you’re saying. Eyes locked on the steady jiggle of your tits in your tight new sports bra, as you continuously bend down and bounce back up with item after item.
He doesn’t mean to ogle you so obviously. Well maybe that’s not so true. Really he doesn’t mean to be ignoring you as he ogles you so obviously. But today it appears his lower half is in control of his attention span.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you wonder how long it’ll take him to snap out of his trance.
“So yeah, thought we might start having oatmeal more often now.”
“Mhmm.”
“Maybe three meals a day.”
“Whatever you say, love.” He answers, eyes still fixated on your chest, clueless as to the smirk beginning to spread across your face.
“Might even change my license plate to ‘oat-mobile’, watcha think ‘bout that?”
“Sure thing.”
You’re shaking your head to yourself in disbelief, a smile still splayed on your lips. At this point you’re turning around to put things into their rightful cupboards. But you think there isn’t anything behind you he won’t stare at either? While you’re wearing those workout shorts??
“Looks like they updated the class schedules at the gym too.” You continue, glancing back over your shoulder and seeing that, sure enough, Simon’s gaze has shifted to your ass.
“Mhmm.”
“Think they’ve got some new trainers or somethin’.”
“Mhmm.”
“Heard one of em’s quite hot. The men’s personal trainer. Maybe I’ll ask if he stretches the women out too.”
“Okay lov- wait what?!”
Got him.
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simon knew it was over the moment he realized just how freaky you are.
simon knew he was massive—he always had.
it was a quiet fear that followed him, the thought that if he lost control for even a moment, he might hurt you. his touch was always careful, deliberate.
his hands were wrapped around your neck, not tight, but gentle—just enough to feel the pulse beneath your skin. his thumbs rested softly against your throat, his grip light, careful not to leave a mark. but when you started frantically grinding your hips against his, rolling your body in desperate need, everything shifted.
a low, guttural noise rumbled from his throat as his body responded on instinct. without meaning to, his hands tightened, gripping your neck for leverage as you moved against him. he froze for a second, startled by his own strength. but then—
it happened.
you clenched tighter around him, your head falling back as a broken moan escaped your lips. you were crying out, completely undone, lost in the moment. your hips bucked harder, desperate for more, and it hit him like a bolt of lightning:
you liked it rough.
you, his innocent, angelic girl — the one with soft smiles and bright eyes, the one who blushed at the smallest touch — had been hiding it all along.
he stared at you, stunned, as you begged with your body, your innocent exterior cracking to reveal the wicked, burning desire beneath. his angel wasn't just soft and sweet
—you were freaky.
a low growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips. “you've been holding out on me, haven't you, lovie?” he murmured, his voice dark with amusement and something far more dangerous.
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[CLEAN] + [LIFT] + [BETRAYAL]
The bristle of a thick thumb wipes fresh blood from pale skin.
It is a warm touch in spite of the cold violets of its owner, gentle in spite of the familiar callouses littering thick fingers. His hold digs into the soft spot under Satoru's chin as he pulls his face up to peer into the vastness of those infamous eyes. And the blood of innocents slips in the crack between nail and thumb as it's brought between cracked lips — lapped up, rolled around the mouth with a soft hum of contentment. They stand in the middle of chaos with hundreds of lives at the stake; they stand in the middle of another mess.
But this time, the thing that gleams in Suguru Geto's gaze is naught but the intrigue that lives under that scarred crown binding his temples nowadays. With a soft curl to his lip, Kenjaku purrs a cruel immitation.
❛ — mm, you taste so sweet right now. I could eat you right up. ❜
Satoru Gojo was an expert at dealing with loss. He knew how to identify the pain, examine the emotions, the triggers, then categorize and put them to rest in a timely fashion until all there was left was the empty soothing numbness. He got over loss with practised efficiency.
The calm between love's presence was once a familiar mundanity; awaiting the next rush of joy and the celebration of one another. Their relationship had been characterized in distance tied by the little things they left in each other's life. Those little things lingered still: a second toothbrush sat unused next to his own, dust settling deep within the bristles; the empty ashtray on his balcony, stained from neglect by the harshness of the sun and drenched by summer storms and encased in winter frost; old clothes a size too small for him hanging in the closet, the protective plastic covers on them untouched for months; the pack of unused hairties in the top drawer of his bedside table rooming with the book Suguru had been reading and never got to take back home with him.
They had integrated into his life as to become invisible, the ghost of Suguru's presence a warm comfort in the dreary passage of time and through the veil of apathetic emptiness he was so familiar with. Those were reminders he could live with; simply just a part of the lull between the highs of life.
That wasn't the case with everything.
Satoru Gojo was an expert at dealing with loss because he had a lot of experience— he lost Suguru on a regular basis, after all. The calm between love's presence was now a familiar mundanity; dreading the next rush of grief and the renewed loss of one another. Every time he regained the joy of Suguru returning to his life, it could only be the prelude to the pain of losing his better half once more.
It was waking content in the morning with Suguru's warmth between his arms, only to find he'd simply clung his blankets up against his chest; it was catching a whiff of kizami tobacco on the street and turning to expect his old friend to be there at his side, greeting him with a smile but seeing nothing; it was dozing on the sofa waiting for the oven timer and feeling a familiar presence snuggle up next to him, seeped with his lover's presence and turning to run his hand through silky soft hair— only to meet the harsh fur of Wasabi who'd taken to haunting his abode.
It was standing in a crowded but silent train station, in seeing that face, feeling that aura, every single part of him screaming with recognition and crumbling at the sound of that voice speaking his name.
The anticipatory grief crashed into him with the weight of their stolen half-decade of joy; he had experience, he knew how this must pass.
"...Suguru?" Suguru lacked love in his eyes and warmth in his voice, yet Satoru did not fight as a curse bound him and pushed him to his knees. In another life perhaps he would have shielded himself with rage then, but he was not capable of letting go just yet. He simply stared up at Suguru with shock on his face, stuck in the years that now trapped him. He relaxed imperceptibly at the soft touch upon his face, the warmth of those fingers a memory burned into his very skin.
He did not want to leave that moment, his heart clenching with remembered fondness, the air filled with laughter and the weight of his partner pressed against him with casual closeness. But the moment passed without caring for his want to hold on, the gentleness melting away as he was forced to look up with a much harsher motion.
What a cruel mockery; it could not be any more obvious to him that this was not the man that had been his first friend, his best friend, who had always been so kind and warm and had always protected him so fiercely. Satoru's world shattered with the familiar pain of loss, the realization that once again that happiness was not his to keep. Of all that the numbness shielded him in daily life, it dumped upon him all at once in the shock of having his love yanked away from him once more.
Instantly he lashed out with all the frenzy of an injured feral animal, trying to pull back away from the touch at his chin as if it burned, only now truly feeling the strength of the bonds holding him down. He couldn't move. He couldn't escape. Cursed energy refused his call, leaving him helpless. He could not think clearly, could not make a plan; he only desperately wanted to escape the unwanted touch, to hide where he could handle this pain as he'd always done; alone.
"Shut up—!! Stop talking, stop pretending you're—" It knew. It had called upon a private intimate moment with such cruel precision. The revelation dunked him in frigid waters, left him trembling in place as the creature's touch lingered on his skin to set his very bones itching.
"—him. You're not him." The words were spat between gritted teeth, but there was no fight left in those gunmetal blues. He had no more interest in clashing against this monster who now held all the cards; Satoru had already given it too much of himself and it had already taken too much of them.
We'll meet again, won't we?
"Suguru?" his voice softened, his eyes looking past that cold stranger to the void where his one and only's soul no longer resided, and yet all other information still told him that this was Suguru; and Suguru would never suffer to watch this farce continue.
Suguru would always protect him.
"Are you there? I just...I need you right now. Please. I need you."
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Dadbod!Nanami...
Hear me out... Once you're married, all settled down and he's not a sorcerer anymore and he's at peace. He gains a few extra pounds, just because he's been baking so much and eating good food.
And you're not complaining, the extra weight feels so nice when he's on top of you, fucking into you slowly. You grab onto his thick biceps, wrapping your legs around his torso as he bullies his cock into you. And you can almost swear his cock feels bigger, thicker since he gained the weight.
So much so that tears trickle down your face from the added girth. And Nanami like the man he is takes notice.
"Feel good? Why are you crying, honey?" an expression of slight worry on his gorgeous face. But his cock has you speechless and the way you clench around him tells him just that. And he smirks as he feels you go dumb because of his cock.
"So... so fucking good...," is all you manage to say, as you pray to whatever God there is, for your husband to keep the dad bod.
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“… Sweetheart, when was the last time you went into heat?”
“I mean, I’ve— I’ve always been on suppressants, so—“
“That’s not a date, love.”
You swallow hard, looking at the cement floor of the makeshift safe house. You were supposed to be home by now, to have access to all your meds—but no. You were here. Out in enemy territory, holed up with the rest of your team.
Your otherwise all alpha team.
“Never.”
Well. Shit.
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kento nanami would unconsciously close jars a little bit too tight due to his fear of spoiled food, causing you to need his help every time you wanted to access a jar he had used in the past. yet, he never realised how tight these jars were and the level of difficulty in opening it.
slowly, he started to realise a pattern. every single jar you'd ask for help to open, it would be a jar he had used recently. the jam he used to eat along with his bread daily, the jar of mayonnaise, every single other jar he had opened, you asked for assistance.
realising this pattern, he started loosening the jars by just a little bit every time he closes it. and you just stopped asking for help, that's when his suspicions were confirmed. you were struggling because of him...
a little voice in him tells him to tighten a jar once in while, to see you asking him for help as he desperately missed. but he just can't bring himself to consciously continue this behaviour, his love for you stepping over any personal need of his, knowing that in the end, a simple pleasure towards him could cause a debilitating stress towards you, he couldn't bear that thought.
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