#⊹₊ ˚‧ deathanniversaryworks

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i was thinking abt maybe like omega!satoru and alpha!geto + reader idk

it’s been in my mind for so long i’m gonna flip

you, geto and satoru’s dynamic was pretty… alright to say the least. best friends since highschool to college. two alphas and a needy omega, yeah the dynamic is pretty good. aside from the pheromone releases of satoru anytime he finds you and geto snuggled up without him and send him to corner like a bad pup. he cant join in on the fun if he’s going to be whining and whimpering while sneakily trying to rub his swollen hard cock under his shorts.

but it’s fine— as the two people in authority, you always keep ‘toru in check no matter what. refusal to catch up on some studying ‘cause he’s a dumb little jock? no touching or groping for 2 hours. says no to being used a pussy sleeve? awh. it’s usually the ball gag or geto deals with him for the night— but he’s going to get up each afternoon and nuzzle his head up into your thighs while leaving tear stains because geto’s holding his head back and you won’t allow him to eat you out like an obedient little doggie. awh. awh— awh to the way his calloused and big palms reach behind you and rub the soft part of your lower back. awh to the way he’s a grown ass man whining like a fuckin’ child.

it was hot. too hot to be going to class anytime soon. the AC was broken with minimal cool hair blowing through, fans in the room didn’t do shit, cropped tees ‘n shorts and having satoru fan you and geto in the living room where it was mostly “cold” didn’t help at all. didn’t geto say satoru called up the repairman before the incoming heatwave? fuck. that mutt couldn’t do shit right.

“stop.” geto puts his hand up in front of satoru’s face, beckoning him to stop fanning you. “it’s too hot. you’ve done well, it’s just the heat.” and of course (after fanning the two of you for… what? thirty minutes with an arm cramp) he puts the fan down and sprints into the bedroom. shit—what the fuck is that smell that puppy just left? musky.. vanilla cashmere with a hint of old linen. did he forget to take his suppressants?

geto immediately sighs and his arms around your body begin to loosen up a little. “did he forget to.. didn’t you remind him? doesn’t he have a reminder for that?” he groans and sighs before throwing his head back on the soft head of the couch. “go check— he’ll try to aggravate me if i dare go in there.“ fuck. all you wanted to do was to lay up with your packmates with the AC and cool air with them but noo, this pup just had to be forgetful, huh? whatever. i mean, you goin’ into the room to scold him ‘n to make his ass take his suppressants , but hell that musky sweaty and somewhat sweet smell keeps filling your nose. “c’mon, ‘toru, baby—“ your narrowed eyes catch glimpse of how many fucking clothes, boxers, underwear’s and panties his bundled up and covered in like they were the most comfortable winter coat for an expedition.

“pleasepleaseplease—“ he whines, stuffing his face into one of geto’s hoodies, sweatshirts and boxers and tossed off to the side was your expensive laced panties and bras. “it hurts— it hurts s’bad—“ he’s so sensitive it makes you wanna cradle that mutt forever.

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divider! creds : toastray

♡ pairing : bsf’s dad!toji x male!reader

♡ warning(s) : anal sex , backshots , no mentions of any genitalia just getting pounded from the ass ..? he / his pronouns , mentions of ‘ he ‘ , choking , mirror sex , getting caught

♡ sypnosis : your best friend’s dad keeps giving you ‘those’ glances , and you just can’t help it !

You knew this was so wrong.

You knew fucking your best friend’s father was wrong.

But you didn’t stop him from bending him you over on his daughter’s vanity. Not at all.

“Fucking— whore—” Toji’s deep and scratchy voice sent a shiver down your spine, making you back arch even more than it was before. It felt like you were going to break your back fucking with this man.

Needy. Needy. Down bad. You're holding onto the vanity table for God dear life, fighting the urge not smack everything off the table. You were mewling softly while he kept thrusted deep inside of you. How long have you two the been like this? When was your best friend going to arrive home? She could burst through the door at any moment and you two would get caught. Ass out ‘n all.

As much as you wanted to pry this huge ‘n beefy man’s arm off your body, you couldn’t. You didn’t. It felt too good to stop— so why bother now? Toji could tell you were trying not to act desperate, yet you were. (desperate for him and that big dick, yes.)

Toji wrapped his bigass arm around your neck, forcing you to look up at your sweaty and flushed face in the vanity mirror. “Look at you, baby. Such a pretty boy.. all f’me…” he delivers a hard spank to your ass, palming the soft and squishy flesh in his hand. “My daughter always mentioned how beautiful you were. Never knew you could be this gorgeous all flushed and naked.” Oh shit. You didn’t even want to think about what your best friend thought of you right now. You were tuning out to whatever he was saying. You were drooling like a baby, hair sticking to your sweaty and drenched face. His hand gripped tighter around your neck, (you swear this man could kill you if he gripped your neck tighter) — which startled you a bit. “Toji— please—“ you whined out.

“Don't tell me you're too flustered to speak?” He asked, brushing off hair sticking to your forehead. A cocky smirk plastered on his lips as his sharp eyes looked at you through the mirror. This man was mocking your distress. Evil.

“Hey, i’m— dude. What the fuck, man.” Tsumiki gave you a deadpanned and unbothered stare, as if she was used to it.

“Oops. My bad..?”

“Seriously? My dad?”

“He’s pretty, ain’t he, sweetie?” — “Dad!”

♡ likes ‘n reblogs are appreciated ^_^ <3<3

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© divider cred : bernardsbendystraws

you and your boyfriend haven’t been on the best terms. he doesn’t make you feel that spark you used to feel back then. it was exciting back then, but now, he doesn’t please you the way he used to. all you see is the same old routine day in and day out. but there's one silver lining—his daddy. that fine ass, powerful ceo who’s a certified dilf that you would one-hundred percent rail you if he gave you that chance any fuckin day of the week.

you were off to your boyfriend’s house to get some of your stuff back since you were planning on breaking up with him anyway, and you have too much of your stuff in his room that you need. as soon as you ring the doorbell, your not met with your shitty boyfriend, your met with his dad — satoru. (he’s so fine ! )

“hello?” he asks, holding the door open and staring right at you in that tight ass dress your boyfriend got for your birthday. “it’s you. my son’s girlfriend.” he states bluntly. “come inside.” he holds the door open for you, watching the way that your clothes hugged your curves and ass so perfectly.

“he told me you were coming — i’ll show you where his room is since he’s not home. said he’ll be here in ten.” satoru’s firm expression doesn’t dare to leave his handsome face as he walks upstairs. his suit hugs his muscular and toned framed — god, is this man hotter than your own boyfriend for god’s sake. it makes your panties damp. so. fucking. wet.

“grab what you need.” he says, checking the time on his rolex watch. shit. it’s an hour before he has to get back to work. and yes, he should’ve left a few minutes ago, but the way your dress hikes up when you bend down to get your stuff from his bottom drawer, it makes his cock hard and strain against his suit. your pussy under those lace panties looks soaked.

his bricked up dick pressed against your wet clothed sex, his arms wrapping around your waist. “looks like my son isn’t treating you right, hm?” his fingers slide your panties down and find their way to your needy cunt, sliding in effortlessly. he knows how to touch you in all the right ways— ways that your boyfriend never did.

you knew this was wrong, but fuckk— how could you resist such a fine man as satoru himself? what was there to dislike and gag ‘n grimace (on his cock) about? your boyfriend couldn’t get you all hot ‘n bothered like this for months— so what’s wrong with letting his daddy do it for him? plus, he won’t be here until ten minutes. you’ve got all the time you want, actually. ‘cause you don’t care if he sees at this point.

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in all honesty, higuruma’s job was hard. fighting for the innocent, the wrongly accused and those people had done nothing wrong yet were locked away from no reason, was hard. well, at the end of the day — that’s his job and there’s not much he can do about it so he’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it. but hey, justice for all those people, at least that helps a little.

and obviously as his wife, you were patient with him, always ran him hot baths after a shit ton of stressful ass work was on his plate, cook him lavish and delicious dinners. anythin’ to make him de-stress and feel at peace after work — that’s the best type of dopamine one could ask for, honestly ( your tight cunt around his stiff hard cock is equivalent to that as well ). and of course he appreciated you for that. he always does ! each granted time. what more could he ask for in a wife? and plus, it was super super worth it coming home to your praise about his nose — not gonna lie. he’d been a little insecure about it until he met you, though.

but lately at work, he’s kindaa been slacking… just a tiny bit. always thinking about you ( lustfully ) at work, the pure thought of you pops up randomly in his head every single second of the day — no matter what the occasion or situation may be. you’re on his mind 25 / 8 .

he might be a hot n tired lawyer, but fuck you make him act up crazy. how the hell can he go up to the stand with a boner ? a painful boner. i mean, yeah, no one can see it, but still ! that’s directly embarrassing… like… what the hell is the judge gonna think ? “is mr.hiromi hard over a divorce case..?” weird shit.

and as soon as he finished the trial ( of course he did win ), he left and went straight home to you. it kinda hit him like a slap in the face: your guy’s sex life wasnt sexing… you know ? he’s been busy with a shit ton of work, so it makes sense. but he’s so desperate for you right now, the tension is almost palpable .

as soon as he enters the house, shoes kicked off, briefcase set down, stormed upstairs immediately. “you-“ he’s taken aback by your finger booping his nose and immediate praise of his hard work nd nose, too. “yes.. thank you,” he hugs you, his boner rubbing against your clothed cunt. He feels so lovesick int his moment, kinda dizzy ‘nd drunk without the booze or whatever.. that high sensation of euphoria and dopamine rushing through his body like a crack fein. why do you make him feel like this? what kinda effect, spell — fucking curse do you put on him to make him feel this way? but in other words, he’s gonna make you deal with the consequences anyways because of that. >:(

“‘m gonna go reall slow, princess.” higuruma’s hands stayed put onto your hips, completely ignoring the fact that you were a blabbering nd drooling flushed-face mess in his hands. his tongue thrusted in and out of your soaking cunt excruciatingly slow and teasing. “‘m not gonna die, don’t be shy,” his nose accidentally nuzzles into your pussy, and the most vocal moan comes out of your mouth. oops.

your hands were scratching at his chest while you choked the man with your pussy. it fucking hit him right then ‘n there; he wanted to fucking live in your pussy. breathe her, eat her— all that shit. pussy so good, it could fucking kill someone. “yeahh, needy f’me, aint’cha?” he moaned into your pretty pink folds, eyes damn near rolling into the back of his skull. “ssshitt, b-baby…” he spits into your cum ‘n saliva filled cunt and nuzzles his nose into the warmth of your womb. you just really love his nose that much, huh?

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satoru has been away from home for months. and all he misses and craves for is his girlfriend’s comfort. and your sweet little pussy wrapped around the tip of his dick. he knew how needy he would sound calling you at three or two in the morning, but fuck, he needed to hear your reassuring soft voice from the other line just to calm him down

he’s actually going fucking insane. all of the pictures he has of you stored and kept in a small baggie to admire your beauty they’ve… well, let’s just say they aren’t damp and soaked with water. can you really blame the guy? with all this nonsense going on and dealing with curses left and right with nonstop. he’s too busy thinking of your sweet ass pussy on his dick ‘n you moaning his name throughout the whole night and getting complaints from the neighbors bright early in the morning — as soon as the sun comes up. well — they do it at a reasonable time. their kinda-really-not that much of dickheads. but satoru could never keep you quiet. your moans are too adorable to be silenced.

but that shit just wasn’t enough to calm him down. nope. all of the pent-up frustration and release he’s kept in his pants for the last couple of days hasn’t done shit. only you can help him cum. it’s a statement, a fact— all of the above.

the adrenaline rush of preventing from bucking his hips and releasing all his stress in his jeans was pretty relaxing, but it’s not the same having your tight pussy on his dick. the difference is huge.

“mm— thrust —baby— thrust— fuck.. y’there?” he lets out a pathetic whine, one hand holding the phone lazily while he.. jerks himself with the other. yeah. “needa— thrust — see yer body— ffuck…” his camera is on, and a load of cum leaks onto his phone screen where is dick is all pressed up against the camera. the only thing you see when you look at the screen is pink fleshy skin. “It’s been so long— thrust needa see you s’bad..”

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❝ you have married an icarus! ❞ icarus bf headcannons !!

⌗ icarus!boyfriend who only cares about his dreams, his goals, his success and wellbeing. not having a thought about you and your achievements or accomplishments.

⌗ icarus!boyfriend who doesn’t hesitate to dive in and take risks. whether it be to take shortcuts or speaking his mind with no filter— not caring who the person is. including you.

⌗ icarus!boyfriend who craves the possibility of falling from grace. it’s as though the closer he gets to the edge, the more alive he feels. that pump of adrenaline and praise keeps him going. he doesn’t just chase greatness—he dances on the line between glory and total destruction, fully aware of what could happen but unwilling to stop. not even for you.

⌗ icarus!boyfriend who, when it comes to his goals or personal gain, he will stop at nothing to achieve them. he’s utterly ruthless in his pursuits, even if it means stepping on others to get ahead. he’s willing to sacrifice everything, even your feelings, if it means getting one step closer to his success.

⌗ icarus!boyfriend who, when he loves, it’s all-consuming. there’s no middle ground—either you’re everything, or you’re nothing.

⌗ icarus!boyfriend who has an unshakeable pride, almost to the point of arrogance. you will never catch this man admit weakness or failure, not even to you or his own family. If he stumbles, you won’t see him cry over it. he’ll double down, putting on a facade of confidence, no matter how close he is to crashing.

icarus!boyfriend who goes and gets what he wants in the snap of a finger. maybe that’s why your still stuck with this asshole, and you don’t want to leave for some reason. maybe it’s because the second he sways you with praise, you just cant get enough.

⌗⌗ GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU, MAHITO, OLIVER AIKU, SAE ITOSHI, SHIDOU RYUSEI, CHISHIYA SHUNTARO, NIRAGI SUGURU, ++ your favs ! ♡

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“oh, to awaken this molten heart. even once will do— i cannot do it without you.”

synopsis : after a fight with satoru about suguru’s recent disappearance, he can’t even function properly. and all you wanted was to help, yet, he denies it. each time, constantly.

a/n : yes i know sugu died when they were older shhhhshhhshhh it makes the story more emo when i do this 🙏 alexa play patchwork by ichiko aoba ! mmm angst

satoru missed you, in a not-so-friendly way, perhaps. jeez, how many years had it been since he ever saw you before you stormed out of his dorm room in highschool angrily after suguru had after riko’s death? since that day that he remembers quite clearly, you’d ignored him on campus and devoted your time to focusing on just your schoolwork. not your friendship or anythin’. whispers and conversations were all about the new hot topic— you and satoru’s relationship. p.s, anyway will try to twist drama up just to see action— especially if it means getting with the satoru gojo— romantically or not. they’d kill to be his closest best friend.

he does miss you. after all this time of hiding— he’s not sure where you went after graduation. maybe you got into a good college? you’ve always been smart. maybe you decided to become a sorcerer (you told him being a sorcerer was never on your list of jobs. he’s truly gaslighting himself to believe you’ll come back.) he feels lost without you— really. nanami was shocked when he didn’t hear that loud ass laughter down the hallway each every morning. just some occasional, “good mornings”. and brief small talk. satoru tried to keep up his act, but his mask kept slipping off. and eventually, he let it be that way.

but his mind keeps reviewing and skimming through what happened that day. he feels horrible for what he did and said that day.

“goodness. you back to my room every damn day to ask me the same shit— fuck! can you just leave me alone? my fucking best friend left me with no note, no call, no text— no fuckin’ nothin’! see why your daddy got his ass up and left your stupid ass.” that was a low blow. you entrusted satoru with all your heart to keep his lips shut about this secret that you’ve only shared to him and only him. dorm walls are thin, so, maybe six or the everyone on this floor just heard satoru shout that you dad left you. you don’t know.

“don’t want the same thing happening to you when that happened to me. can’t lose you,” you murmured under your breath, tilting your head up to try and maintain the tears in your eyes— not wanting to look like a punk in front of your best friend— well. maybe your friend. you just were worried about him. you didn’t want him to fall into depression, like you did.

his eyes showed no remorse or sympathy for you at first, but when he stupidly shut up and processed what you said, you’d silently exited the room without yelling, hitting or screaming at him. real mature. he felt so idiotic; what kind of dick gets pressed over that? you accepted all his quirks without a hint of judgment, whether it was good or weird. in you, satoru discovered this oasis of understanding, a safe haven in a world that often felt overwhelming and confusing. you were almost like suguru. maybe the knock-off version of his spirit sent by an angel? it’s not the right moment to think about this, anyways.

people’s doors flew open as you hurriedly sprinted down the flight of stairs, not caring that you might fall down those steps at any given moment if your not careful. and what did satoru do? stare at where your presence once was like a helpless & injured deer.

you were in school campus for a few weeks, since it was the last few weeks of school, but you didn’t show up to classes that satoru was in. which was mainly only half of your classes. either you’d be very concealed in the classroom or absent. graduation was the last time he saw you. well— not really. he couldn’t get to see your face once more. he was pushing and pushing through crowds of students, yet, you’d already given your speech and left to school building.

maybe he could catch you in the parking lot? no. he’d have to (once again) push through a larger crowd of students, and probably by the time he get over there, you’d be driving back to your house on this rainy afternoon.

he couldn’t help but dwell your cheerful messages you had last left for him when he graduated. little doodles and ‘well done’s’ and, ‘good job satoru!!! proud of u!!!’ on the notes. if only he could cherish that moment once more with you.

“sir… do i..— nevermind.” a familiar voice made his ears perk up and lift his head, ignoring the text message that he was previously reading.

was it.. could it..? no. it couldn’t be you. no way. but your features and highlights are damn similar, his brain’s telling him no but his heart is insisting it’s you.

your umbrella shields his hair from the rain— although he doesn’t need it because of his infinity, he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t want you to move nor leave him. no, not today. he won’t fuck up like he did when his was a stupid, dumb high school kid.

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it was almost a month ago when you realized; your boyfriend can’t see for shit. always squinting at things that are right in his face— as if he wanted to smooch it down til’ never. like, hello?? your standing right there?? but at first, you thought nothing of it, ‘cause it only happened sometimes. but you got concerned when your boyfriend couldn’t even fucking see you with you being in a 2 inch radius.

“baby, can you pass me the… uhm..” he points near the remote, but genuinely cannot seem what thr fuck to make out of it with his blurry fuckass vision. “the remote?” you question with genuine concern for him, a small grimace on your face. “yes, thank you.” a small smile graces his rosy lips, not even acknowledging the fact that he may be going blind. your boyfriend may not have much understanding of the human world, but jeez, you didn’t think he was that stupid to realize that his vision was blurry.

so you took him to an eye doctor to get those eyes checked. he realized he was nearsighted and farsighted. double whammy. and to even do proper house chores, he had to have glasses on. pulling them up every 3 nanoseconds to make sure it doesn’t slip off his face. how irritating and annoying just to the think about it..

but your boyfriend looked so pretty with glasses on? (is something purring in here?) prettiest fucking man you’ve ever seen in your life. even though he hated his glasses, you seemed to love them. so he begrudgingly dealt with the rounded frames and the glasses almost falling off his face every single time, slipping down his nose 24/7 just for you.

“i want contacts.” choso mumbled out while silently sipping his cup of tea, not daring to make a eye contact with you. “why, cho? you look so pretty with glasses on!” you exclaimed softly while stuffing a small piece of bread on your plate into your mouth. why would he ever get the idea of getting contacts anyway? does he not notice how pretty he looks every time he wears glasses? even without glasses— he’s still handsome.

“i don’t like them. they keep slipping off my face,” he pushed his glasses up from falling back down, “contacts are—“ “but you look good with them on.” “i’ll keep the glasses, then.”

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