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Accurate!Gojo Satoru has been trying his level hardest the past half an hour and yetâand yetâ he just cannot get it up.
Pretty dress, gorgeous. Can I take a closer look? Dashing man, albino hair and teeth stained red, black, green, blue under the club lighting. Angelic. Preferably back at my place?Â
âYouâll have a good time, my ass.â Gojo imagines you mocking him in your head. Deservedly, heâll grant, he did talk up a big game, all the teasing and squeezing and grinding and kissing up until he actually had to perform.Â
âShould I go down on you again? That seemed to help.â Your smile makes his face burn even more. So sweet, so genuinely helpful.Â
âYeahâŚâÂ
Your hair brushes his thighs as you lean down to softly thumb down his foreskin off the tip, pressing kisses to his length and baby-licks against the slit. It feels really fucking good; Gojo canât help groaning at the first contact, itâs justâÂ
What? What is it? Youâre dripping sex on legs, hotter than he deservesâ the cowlick at your nape, the blush on your cleavage, the juicy fat of your thighs, your drooping eyes, you get him choking on his breath. His Six Eyes tell him itâs safe, you have no hidden weapons nor ill-intentions to kill him the second he lets all his Infinity down (letâs be honest, you couldn't either way). Nor is there a sniper on a roof waiting to shoot him through the window. No recording devices, no bombs planted in this hastily-rented hotel room (not that he can stop checking every 5 minutes). So what is it?
âIâm sorry.â You abandon your efforts for a moment, looking up with those kohl-rimmed eyes. âItâs really not you, youâre gorgeous and I mean it, itâs justââ Thereâs no trace of the cocky playboy you assumed he was back at the club. Heâs stuttering for Godâs sake. âIâ I just canât relax.âÂ
âAh!â Itâs clearly not something youâve ever faced before. Obviously not, man, look at her. âUm, do you want a smoke⌠or, uhââ
âNo, sorry, I donât smoke. Or drink. My jobâs kinda hectic, so I need to be on call 24/7, always prepared, you know?â Not a lie per se. Itâs just difficult to bring up that youâre the strongest jujutsu sorcerer on the planet when your disappointed one night stand doesnât even know about jujutsu in the first place. Â
âThis is a first.â You cock your head at him, still smiling. âNever met anyone so high-strung they canât even get hard, let alone smoke.â
Itâs normal behaviour for 20 year old young men, especially the rich and the handsome ones such as he, to go to the club, party, pick up chicks, have wild sex, walk of shame the next morning. Heâs seen it in movies. Heâs heard his peers share their experiences. Just one night of normal, heâd told himself, then back to being Gojo Satoru.Â
Mr. Gojo Satoruâs foray into normal human behaviours has been officially an embarrassing flop.Â
âI can pay for the Uber.â Thereâs no saving the situation. His dick��� no, penis, he decides, it doesnât deserve an honourable name anymore. His penis doesnât look like it'll rise to the occasion any time soon, so the best he can do is be a damn gentleman. For the sake of his manly ego, heâll cleanse his memory of this shameful encounter. âSorry about this.â
Maybe he should start preparing for his lessons the next day. Heâs gonna teach barrier techniques.Â
âKicking me out so soon?â You joke, even though youâre already picking your bra off the floor. Not your first rodeo. âHow rude of you, cute Satoru-chan.â
He giggles. âUnless you want to stay? We can Netflix and chill, literally.â Is this normal human behaviour? Looking at your smile, he realises that he doesnât give a shit.Â
âI want popcorn, extra butter.â âOkie, madam!âÂ
a/n: election results so bad had to write gojo being a moshi moshi schoolgirl with ed just to feel something.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fluff#gojo satoru#jjk x reader#satoru gojo#jjk smut#jjk satoru#gojou satoru x reader#jujutsu satoru#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo smut#jujustu kaisen#ed
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can you pleaseeee write another sub anakin??
heâs being an asshole and we put him in his place, heâs whiny but still being an ass while we edge him. thank you smsmsms !đđ
a/n: tysm for the request!! i'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it but i hope you like it <33 requests are still open rn so feel free to send more
CW: smut, edging, sub anakin, bratty anakin, 660 words
Anakin had been insufferable all day, acting like the king of the galaxy with every sharp remark and dismissive eye roll he threw your way. You were getting tired of it, the bratty attitude wearing thin. Finally, after he snapped at you for the third time, saying something about how you couldn't tell him what to do, you decided enough was enough.
Without warning, you stepped forward, gripping him by the collar of his tunic and dragging him over to your bed, pinning him beneath you. He looked taken aback, mouth opening to protest, but you didn't give him a chance.
"Shut up," you growled, crashing your lips against his. He fought back at first, but you overpowered him, slipping your tongue into his mouth as your hands found their way to his pants. You could feel his cock hardening, pressing against you, and a part of you smirked.
"You want to keep being a brat?" you muttered against his lips. "I'll teach you how to behave."
He gave you that cocky smirk, eyes narrowing defiantly. "I'm not someâ mmph!" His words were cut off as you kissed him again, grinding down against him. His hands immediately moved to your hips, trying to guide you, but you weren't having it. You pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, voice low and teasing.
"You think you're in charge?" you taunted, running your fingers along his hard length through the fabric. He let out a breathy laugh, still trying to stay cocky despite the clear arousal he was barely managing to hide.
"You're cute when you think you're in control," he spat, his defiance making you smirk. He didn't know it yet, but he was playing into your hands perfectly.
You quickly stripped, then freed his cock from its restraints before sinking down onto him slowly, just enough to make him gasp, but not any further. His eyes were already hooded with need, his hands flexing on your hips. He couldn't help but growl at you. "Move, dammit."
You ignored him, rocking gently but never enough to satisfy him. "You'll have to beg for it," you teased, grinding down once more, hearing the frustrated groan from his lips. "I don't think you're quite ready yet."
"Please," he gasped, trying to move his hips up, but you were holding him still. His hands were desperately clutching at your body, the frustration written all over his face. "Please, just fuck me already!"
You chuckled darkly, enjoying the way he squirmed beneath you. "I think you need to learn some manners first, don't you think?" You sped up, just enough to push him to the edge, but not enough to let him over it. He was a mess, squirming and whining, desperately trying to find any release.
"Stop teasing me!" Anakin's voice was a little more desperate now, but still laced with defiance. He was so close, yet you weren't letting him come.
"You've been such a brat all day," you murmured, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "You think you can talk to me like that and get away with it?"
You let go, your pace stuttering just long enough to make his breath hitch. His eyes widened in frustration, then the moment of real desperation hit him.
"Please... I'll be good... I'll listen. Just please, please let me come," he begged, the bratty defiance gone from his voice, replaced with something much more needy. You finally let him have it, speeding up and pushing him over the edge with an almost cruel force. His body jerked up against you as he moaned, losing control completely.
The satisfaction on your face mirrored the one in his eyes as he collapsed back against the bed, panting heavily, a defeated but completely satisfied look on his face. You smirked down at him, running your hand through his hair.
"See?" you whispered. "All it took was a little patience, and now you know your place."
#anakin skywalker x reader#sub anakin#star wars x reader#anakin x reader#sub anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x reader smut#star wars fanfiction#skywalkerslvt
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You Are The Only Exception!
Summary- Reader performs a brand new love song about Matt at a concert.
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader
Note: Thank you to everyone who voted for my poll! It was a tie so I will be posting the Chris Fanfic soon!
Warning: Small sexual tendencies, a very sassy and pissed-off manager
(as usual, there may be spelling or grammar mistakes)
(Sorry that it's long)
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It was the intermission part of your show. This was usually the time you spent talking to the fans and getting the latest gossip about what was going on in their lives. Not this time. You were nowhere to be seen, making your boyfriend Matt confused but he just assumed that there was a problem you had to take care of.
Matt and his brothers sat in their box seats talking stupid shit when they heard a commotion from the audience below them. You werenât in your red bodysuit, you were in this gown. Matt's eyes grew hearts, which caused Chris and Nick to wrinkle their noses in disgust at their brother's reaction. No matter what you wear Matt always looks at you like you are the most beautiful girl in the world but seeing you dressed in that outfit took it to a whole other level, Liam Neeson could be near, and his attention would still be on you.
You walked near the end of the runway where the microphone and stand stood.
âBoston, how are we feeling tonight?!âÂ
The crowd screamed you could feel the positive energy
âYou guys seem like a cool crowd, I feel like I can be honest with you guysâ  Â
The crowd cheered
âSo as you know my parents got a divorce when I was younger. I had a Wii growing up itâs a whole Wiispiracyâ you announced nonchalantly.
The crowd laughs at your joke.
âSeeing how love caused both of my parents to go through pain made me scared to fall in loveâ You continued.Â
Even though you were playing cool Matt knew how deeply terrified you were when you guys started to date. Always looking over your shoulder, expecting Matt to break up with you if you made one small mistake. It was a rocky start in the beginning but now you guys have been going strong for a year.Â
âUntil I met a special someone. He dressed up as Batman for Halloween, I donât want to talk about itâ You murmured, thinking of Matt caused your cheeks to heat up. Especially when he was Batman!!!!
The crowd screamed
Matt looked a little flustered, but he couldnât stop smiling no matter how hard he tried not to.Â
âI know I said I would never write a love song⌠but Iâm just a girlâ you shyly said twirling your (H/C) hair.
The crowd roared so loud that Salem could hear it.
The brothers looked at each other shocked, In your whole career you never once wrote a love song, especially about any flings you were rumored to have had in the past. Mattâs heart swells. He jumps off his seat and starts to cheer louder than before. Both of his brothers are laughing at Matt's reaction. Though Nick and Chris acted like they were grossed out on the inside they were happy that Matt found someone who goes to great lengths to show and express how in love they are with Matt.Â
Your guitarist was strumming a soft rhythm on her acoustic.    Â
When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
You decided to write this song when Matt took you on a Mini-Golf date. It was the day after your third LA show. It was your free day before you had to be in Arizona. Matt cleared his whole schedule just to spend every second with you. Matt was showering you with compliments and affection on that day. You knew Matt was normally shy when it comes to PDA but not on that day, it got you giggling like a school girl.
That she would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not existÂ
You remember the exact moment when you saw yourself having a future with Matt. You guys had been dating for four months. You were hanging out in his room, lying on his bed while he lay on top of you, fast asleep, using your steady heartbeat as a lullaby.Â
You saw how peaceful he looked, causing you to smile softly. You played with his hair delicately trying to not wake him up. The thought of waking up like this daily didnât scare you like it did initially.Â
But darling, you are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
Your dancers came out and started to slow dance with their assigned partners. When you decided to add this song to the Boston setlist (instead of randomly dropping it at 3 AM), you decided to shorten intermission but you told your dancers that they should still take that time to rest before the next performance. Instead, they said no and wanted to participate in that performance.Â
And up until now I had sworn to myself
That I'm content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
As it was a brand new song you were the only one singing. You noticed some members of the audience were looking to either their partner,
friends or the special person with love in their eyes. You were glad your fans had found someone who made their lives happy.Â
But you are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
Your eyes wandered over to the box seats where you saw the three goofballs. You pointed at your boyfriend who shyly smiled forming his hands into the shape of a heart (rare for him to do anything more than hand-holding in public). His brothers had to hold onto the back of his shirt as if he would fall.
When Matt comes to your show you forced yourself to NEVER look at him. You knew you would be distracted by his cuteness and would mess something up, so you always forced yourself to be busy once you were on stage.
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
You closed your eyes and grabbed the mic when you hit the high note. The crowd applauded and cheered.
âSing it with me!â you invited. You threw your arms forward encouraging the crowd to sing along to the chorus.
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You turned your back to the audience, gripping the mic in your hand. As the band kept playing you walked back to the main stage.
You stopped and looked over your shoulder bringing the mic back near your lips.
And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing
The music ended and you lowered your mic. The audience roared and applauded causing you to give a satisfied grin. Your eyes made their way back to the box seats, All three brothers were cheering you waved to Chris and Nick then blew a kiss to Matt just before the lights went out.  Â
Then you ran to change.
When the lights came back on, everyone turned their attention to Matt waving to him and thanking him. Matt didnât want to steal your night, he pointed at the stage trying to turn the attention back to the stage.
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Once the attention was off of him, Matt slipped away with the bouquets of your favorite flowers which is something he always does when he goes to your shows.
He flashed the security guards his backstage badge, once he was clear Matt walked towards your dressing room.Â
Knock Knock
âWanda, Iâm just putting my shoes on!â You yelled behind the doorÂ
Matt rolled his eyes âThis kidâ he muttered before knocking again.Â
Matt heard a soft come in and opened the door. He noticed that you were busy lacing up your Doc Martens to look at him, Matt was still filled with glee that he was too afraid to sound like an idiot to speak, so he decided to drink in your beauty.Â
 You turned around to see your boyfriend âHi, babyâ you smiled, and Matt shyly presented you with the bouquet. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach a feeling you never want to get sick of.
You noticed Matt hasnât said a single word since he came in causing your Anxiety to hit you like a bullet train. A tornado of negative thoughts spun into your mind.
Did he hate the song?But he looked excited when he was out there, was it an act?
This wouldâve been the biggest slap in the face if he broke up with you just after you sang your heart out for him.Â
You placed the flowers down at your makeup station before grabbing his hands âMatt whatâs wrong, is it the song? Did you not like it? I know I shouldâve talked to you about it but I-â
Matt cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately, he learned very quickly that the makeup team hated fixing your smudged makeup. He still gets scared by the death stare they gave him.Â
However, after this performance, he didnât care. He loved you so much that he wanted to scream it to the world (even know they were already aware of it).
You both pulled away breathing heavily âI loved the song, beautifulâ Matt assured causing a smile to fall on your lips. You brought him into a chaste kiss âI just wanted the world to know how much I love you!â You admitted, Matt brushed some hair behind your ear âBaby, that was the sweetest thing anyone has done for meâ Matt assured, Your eyes grew hearts âWell you are the only exceptionâ you chuckled.
Matt gave a light laugh before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in close. You wrapped your arms around his neck âAnd youâre mineâ Matt sealed that promise with another kiss.
Mattâs lips trailed down to the sensitive part of your neck, you tilted your head to give him more access. A soft moan escaped your lips as you gripped the back of his hair.Â
The door swung open causing the two of you to break away from each other. You both were facing a pissed of Wanda âYou got to be kidding meâ your manager scoffed, you glanced at your boyfriend both of your faces were red as a tomato as if you were two teenagers caught in your bedroom by your mom.Â
Wanda pulled out her walkie talkie âCan we get makeup in (Y/N) dressing room?â Wanda sighed, Matt placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. The makeup team groaned when they saw Matt, âOkay fix her makeup, and cover up that hickey!â Wanda ordered pulling Matt out of the room.Â
Wanda dragged Matt back to the backstage entrance âThe only reason why you're not dead is because you are (Y/N)âs boyfriend. But I promise, if I catch you back here before the show is over Iâm going to be your worst nightmare, got it?â Wanda threatened her eyes full of rage, Matt nodded, his eyes full of fear. Wanda pointed at the two security guards âAnd if you two jackasses let him back here before the show is over imma fuck your day up, understand?!â Wanda threatened striking fear into the two enormous security guards.Â
Wanda walked back to your dressing room muttering how men always ruin everything.Â
Matt walked back to his seat shaking, part of him hoping that they were able to cover up that hickey but another part of him hoping they donât so the entire stadium knows that he loved you and the songâŚbut mostly you.
#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo imagine#Xpopstar!reader#matt sturniolo x you#matt stuniolo fanfic
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OPM Manga chapters 195-6 Review
Right, let's do this. I had intended to review chapters 195 through 197, but if I want to write this to a usable length, I need to be a little more brief.
Summary
195
Man, what's a ninja gotta do to nurse his aching head in peace? No sooner does Sonic settle down for a nice sulk with a big bag of ice and water on his head than those two turkeys, Gale Wind and Hellfire Flame, pop up with the intention of attacking him. Before Sonic can do anything about them, they're taken out by two other ninjas who introduce themselves. They're followed swiftly by several others. Collectively, they're the Tenninto, and they plan to kill Blast and Flashy Flash and rule the world under the tutelage of That Man. They task Sonic with luring Flash out to this hiding place on the morrow so they can execute him. Then they vanish, leaving Sonic to think on their words.
Quite the collection!
Elsewhere, back at the Hero Association, we've met the great man himself. After his initial surprise, Saitama thanks Blast for getting him out of the hole, to which Blast replies that not only was it no bother, but Saitama's appearance had saved him the trouble of seeking him out. Saitama's remarkable strength had caught his eye.
Real recognise real.
Hearing that, Flash interjected that if Blast was interested in his disciple, then he'd have to take a number -- Saitama had a prior engagement. Saitama denies this, but before that goes anywhere, Sicchi jumps in to say that Blast has confirmed that he was the one who defeated Garou. Saitama replied that he really didn't remember, which set Sicchi off on a rant about how imperative it was for him to remember. As Saitama continues not to get it, we are treated to a flashback of the conversation between Sicchi and Blast.
Without a doubt, the Earth had been in trouble, Blast told Sicchi. However, he had no idea how strong Saitama really was: it appeared unfathomable. While they did need to find out what Saitama's deal was, he did not seem like a bad guy, so he could just be left at liberty for now. This was a relief to Sicchi as he was sure that Genos would turn him into an ashtray if he laid a finger on Saitama. More pressingly, was the end of this monster Association trouble and Garou the aversion of the prophesized crisis?
Fathoming Saitama? Good luck with that!
Not even close, Blast said. Worse was yet to come.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something evil this way comes. Like my ex.
196
We carry on right where we left off. Flashy Flash is tired of talking about his disciple and asks Blast to talk to him about God. Blast looks at Flashy for a moment. He then tells the ninja to forget about fighting god, for he would surely die. Flashy Flash doesn't take this line down. He wants, no needs, to chop God up with his sword. Saitama unwisely asks why, and we're treated to a flashback.
Go home, kid. This isn't your bag. That's what Blast wants to say.
Flashy Flash recounts how, in the Village he had been raised in, he and his friend (he doesn't mention Sonic by name) encountered a cube and the village leader, who had been entombed in a recovery capsule. Flashy Flash surmises that 'That Man' was granted Power by God, and thus, the Village was a faculty to turn out minions for God under the guise of running a first-class school for assassins.
Flashy Flash doing his best Inspector Closeau impression.
Blast doesn't applaud his powers of deduction, but what he says next jibes with it. 'That Man' is his partner, named Empty Void. They had been searching for cubes together, and he had been seduced by God. Blast felt responsible for failing to stop him and regretted the young lives lost in the village as well as their many victims. It was his problem to solve.
So you let him get away? Flashy Flash asked.
Blast winced but explained that he'd been able to wound him severely.
Awfully specific number, no? It's almost like he knows something...
So you let him get away, Flashy Flash states, adding that Blast's softness was unfitting for the top hero. Never mind, he would find God himself, he said, squaring up to Blast.
Saitama breaks the tension by asking Blast what he wants to do with his partner. Just then, over a tannoy, there is an announcement that experimental procedure preparations were complete. Blasts invite Saitama and Flashy Flash to watch. Below them, three monsters -- ex-martial artists from the Super Fight -- were strapped upright to boards. As they watched, the monsters were blasted with powerful electric shocks, causing them to scream and writhe in agony. The experiment was stopped to avoid killing the monsters, and they collapsed limply on being released from their restraints.
You could call this a tense situation.
A failure, Flashy Flash says. Just then, one of the monsters, Hamukichi, crawls back and straps himself in, asking for the procedure to continue. He couldn't face the children at the dojo like this. The shocks recommence, and while he can't take it for long, it seems that the separation of the monster cells has begun.
If you're a believer in redemption through pain, then demonsterization through extensive electric shocks definitely qualifies.
Sicchi noted that it corroborated what Bang had reported, that demonsterization depended on the will of the person. Flashy Flash thanks for a moment and adds that this is a very risky experiment. Could Void even be captured alive?
Just then, something catches Blast's attention. Shouting 'oh no!', he smashes his fists together. Outside, the Hero Association building is surrounded by a bubble of light and Pops out of existence. Clouds swirl around it as air rushes in to fill the sudden void. Suddenly, the ground is torn up by multiple slashes, and crevasses open up. Once the attack passes, the building pops back into existence. On top of the building, another light bubble appeared and disgorged blast, Saitama, Flash, Manako, and Sicchi.
Now you see it, now you don't.
Everyone looks around in shock other than Saitama, who is merely mildly interested, and Blast, who is unsurprised. This is Void's dimensional slash, he explains to the others. Looks like Void is fully recovered now.
Do you think you can win? Saitama asks Blast. Well, I do have some ideas, and I haven't been doing nothing in the interim.
Cocky or quietly confident? Only more chapters will tell!
Meta below the cut.
Meta
You expect an artist not to draw?
I don't need to rack my mind too hard as to why these chapters have been revised. For 195, having Blast and Saitama not recognising each other despite Blast having gotten the latter out of a hole was weird, and it was a bit of a missed opportunity if Sicchi had not asked Blast for his version of events. For 196, I'm no fly on the wall, but the idea of Murata penning a page full of words from a dying ninja hyping up the Village Leader without evidence probably did not sit right with him. If he's so amazing, let me SHOW IT! And boy howdy has ONE delivered a storyboard to fit. It's as ONE has said in an interview elsewhere, the nice thing about working with talented artists is that you can do more with your story.
Saved for later
We may have lost the story of how Manako was derived from Psykos, but we still have the allusion to it in her declaring herself as never having been human. It may return someday. Very little is wasted; things are mostly repurposed.
Humility comes hardest of all
Today has been another good day for Flashy Flash getting shook. He went with the intention of teaching Saitama a thing or two, but it hasn't quite gone to plan. Not only has he been rudely reminded of how weak he is compared to Saitama, but the minion of the God he wishes to slash up has turned out to have a power that he cannot begin to comprehend, much less oppose. Will he be humble? Not a chance!
Maybe this slashing God up plan could do with some revision...
In contrast, Saitama is as unruffled as ever. His only irritation at this juncture has been getting a long story when he didn't want one. Everything else is mildly interesting.
Yeah, I know I haven't named the ninjas. I will have to mention them later: they did introduce themselves, but we know that they're not long for this world.
Threads
On to more interesting things, then. I really have to say that I love how the long-running themes, some of which had seemed to be throw-away devices, are now coming back into play. Take the martial artists for one. It would have been absolutely fine if we didn't know anything about what happened to them: being monsters, we would presume them killed. So it's really interesting to see that at least three of them have been captured alive and are being experimented on with the objective of turning them back into people, seeing as they didn't originally want to become monsters but were coerced into doing so.
It's also very interesting to me that another throwaway, which was the people who Super S had captured and tried to brainwash into becoming monsters, all reverted to being human again after Bang knocked her out. It seems that his report has been critical in giving the Hero Association the idea that it was worth trying to reverse (at least some cases of) monsterization instead of just killing monsters or using them as pets or other inhumane things, like weapons practice.
I really thought those monsters were dead back then. Good to see they've got some value.
Multi-dimensional fuckery
Not so long-running, but equally important, Blast and Saitama have recognized each other. It would have been strange for Blast to have no idea of how strong Saitama really was. The fact that he has learned something about this means that the story is likely to take some more interesting twists and turns. It is also good to see that the secret meeting regarding god continues to yield results. I suspect that the only reason Sicchi discussed Saitama with Blast was Genos's unbelievable story. Seeing that some of it has been corroborated is good to see. Other things haven't been left to hang as long: the ongoing threat of the prophecy is still alive and well, as Void's attack shows. The ability to attack from another dimension is a terrifying one. Weapons can appear anywhere, even within oneself, and there is no such thing as being hidden, at least not in a three-dimensional space. Garou may have gotten the power from God and learned how to make dimensional gates from Blast, but he didn't have the time to consider fully what he could really do with it; Void has had that time.
I know many people are impatient to see just how big a fight between Blast and Void can be, but all in good time. OPM is not necessarily about the fights, even though it can deliver on the spectacle when it wants to. More important than who punches Who and what fancy technique is used, the questions of how long Blast has known Void, how long he has known about the Village (some of those ninjas are in their fifties -- Void didn't start this place up just because of 'God'), and why he wants to save Void remain to be answered. I'm sure that some of those answers are not going to be edifying.
#OPM#meta#Blast#Saitama#speed o' sound sonic#Flashy Flash#Ninjas#Empty Void#review#oh this is getting interesting
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(single loud AA) (the forest goes silent immediately after) (birdsong returns moments later)
#i am once again begging everyone to recognize that we do not live in a world where pointing out the little idiosyncrasies of these people#causes them to spontaneously combust like a scooby doo villain#like yes cool you can report to me on these matters#but can we stop talking at length about how#'omg!! this PROVES this guy was lying!! about this thing everyone clearly knows he's lying about!!'#'because the playbook for this thing includes specifically lying about it!! surely now everyone will see this for what it is đ'#like sorry to break it to you man but the atrocities happening in our world aren't happening because the people in power#just somehow don't know about them#and if someone just points out all the right things#then the people in power will be Enlightened!! and will immediately act in the most just way possible to prevent evil-doing#like newsflash idiot: Everyone Knows.#Everyone Knows Especially Those In Power And It Is Their Vested Interest For This To Keep Happening#it's the same frustration i have over people going#'omg!! this guy doesn't even realize it but there's a CLEAR DISCONNECT between his actions and his stated beliefs!! fail!!'#as some kind of gotcha#as if the people in question are not Literally Doing That On Purpose Because#SPOILERS folks ! ! ! !#the stated beliefs are either fake or deliberately misleading#it's part of the playbook folks#pointing it out won't cause them to have an ace attorney freak out where they're crushed by the moral and logical inconsistency of it all#sorry. i'm just. really sick of reporting that frames every little fucked up thing politicians are doing in the world as#'woah!!!!!! how can they not see that this is bad!?'#they know it's bad. put your outrage towards their goals not the funny little words they use to get there.#i don't need this gaping that acts like listening to gossip and activism are the same thing.
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Random question about the âthey should make persona for people who like good gamesâ post. Do people think the persona series is that bad? I know they arenât perfect but I wouldnât call them bad games.
I had a wholeass essay written out before i realized im too tired to make it sound coherent. AND my only experience is p 4 and 5, so my opinion on it means jack shit. All i can say is that the most recent titles suffer from bad writing. (And repetitive gameplay, but thats a different issue). Be it poorly written characters and dialogue, or poorly written interactions and plot, it is hard to take some of the stuff in the more recent games at face value. One could argue that that just means the game is subpar, not necessarily bad, but thats subjective; bad means different things to different people. And i say this as someone who thinks this game is Not the best but still found it incredibly engaging and entertaining.
#chattin#i am the kind of person to write video essay length posts on games that disappointed me LOL#so i am the wrong person to ask#remember that when thinking about the quality of a game; you should ask urself#who is the target audience? is it accessible to this audience? do i need an outside source to keep up with this game ? (like a guide)#if its in a series; what does it do to separate itself from the others?#is the writing okay? characters? interactions(#?#insensitive content ?#how is it handled? the game may me okay for me but can I have my fat friends enjoy this game???#can i have my trans friends and gay male friends enjoy this game???#who can i recommend it to? my sister is unable to process all of the social links and requirements for these social links#so she just. doesnt do it. she IS the target audience bc she likes rpgs#and she likes the story and characters. but its too overwhelming#and the social links would be overwhelming regardless of the difficulty#are u meant to enjoy the game in one playthrough or across multiple runs??#is it WORTH it to do those runs? for a game that has âchoicesâ it is painfully linear#and it confuses people who are trying to follow the rules (do things in my free time to build confidants)#when theyre unable to actually hang out w confidants bc of a rush of mandatory scenes#velvet room fusions are a pain and overly complex#and the game stops being about making a good build#and it starts to become âmake a shadow null to everything bc the game will keep instakilling youâ#forcing a game over when ur main character dies is ALWAYS bad to me i will swear by this#u make more interesting builds when u arent scared of a gameover#weh. rambling#the game is as bad or good as u want it to br#people clearly love it; we talk about our faves all the time. but how many of us are replaying a game meant to be replayed. not many.
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no i agree like itâs almost robbing max of his autonomy if that makes sense?
people already do that when they talk about jos and kelly and treat max like he's been manipulated all his life
#yes he was a kid but NOW he's 26 years old and he can make his own choices#i don't want to get into this at length but people can never be normal about max#and this comes back into how people treat charles' tragedies#how people talk about the real abuse max experienced as a child as if they know everything about it#as if they know the complicated feelings he must have about it and his family and the people around him whom he clearly loves#like stop putting words in his mouth. this shouldn't even be something that we talk about#asks#misc asks
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heâs annoying, i donât like him (he hasnât given me as much attention lately)
#im fighting for my life out here#i feel so childish and annoying. like rationally ik i canât have his undivided attention. but that doesnât mean i donât want it sometimesđĽş#i think what actually is happening is that im worrying heâs about to ghost#i feel bad thinking that though. bc he seems like a very honest and mature person? with how he talks abt things i donât think he would rly#ghost me after talking for this amount of time. but ya never can tellâŚ. every time we donât talk as much for a few days i get very nervous#and itâs weirdly quite difficult to push that worry out of my head. and then i get annoyed with myself for worrying about it to begin with#like i canât control what he does so why worry about his hypothetical actions? iâll deal w the consequences of them if or when they occur.#if we stop talking iâll feel sad and iâll miss him for a bit and then iâll get over it. thatâs all. itâs not that bad.#but anyway my point is we good#sometimes idk if id truly feel That sad. i think it depends how it ends.#or maybe i just donât think anyone can hurt my feelings as much as the first person to hurt my feelings in a specific way#like you experience a loss or betrayal or grief - whatever - the first time and itâs all encompassing. it feels like it could genuinely kill#you it hurts so bad. and every subsequent loss or betrayal or grief you experience just isnât the same? you barely flinch#maybe itâs because you learn to process those emotions better or maybe itâs keeping things at armâs length as a protective measure#that means nothing hurts as much as the first thing#idk#this became a silly ramble#im just very attached to him and i miss him when heâs busy but also donât want to ask too much for fear of being a nuisance or rejected :)#ykwim?#i miss him a lot
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Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)
oh dear lord
ughhhhh, well:
1. i like my taste in music ig? lol, an obvious answer, but seriously. i'm especially proud of how in the recent couple of years i've been trying to listen to more new (for me) music, instead of listening to the same couple of artists over and over again 'till i'm sick of them lmao. i still have lots and lots to discover, what i listen to is not as diverse as i would like etc. etc. but i'm getting there! no point in rushing this, it's not a competition x) (i recently stumbled upon a post from 4 years ago, where i was asked to list my 9 favorite albums, and... let's say there's been a lot of improvement, that list is vile lmaoo)
2. feels kinda douchey to admit this, but i like my art. it's not perfect obviously, and i have a lot yet to learn, but i enjoy what i'm able to create. there is a lot of frustration from time to time, of course, but i wouldn't do it if i didn't enjoy it, would i?
3. i think i'm a pretty approachable, peaceful person, sometimes too kind for my own good. i'm patient with people and don't seek confrontation. it has it's own downsides sometimes, because i'm also a huge people pleaser, but i'm working on finding a good balance between kindness and knowing when to tell someone to fuck off lol
4. running out of thoughts, hm... maybe my perfectionism? i usually hate it and it brings me a lot of frustration and anxiety, but i guess it can be a good thing sometimes, too. if someone asks me to help them out with something, i'll try to do my best? maybe that, idk
5. and as the last thing here's something a lil bit more vain: i like my body :} i might be not so happy about my face from time to time (though i like it more often nowadays than not. we're stuck together forever so it's not like there's any choice but to learn to appreciate it for what it is lol), but at least i'm happy with my physique!
#this turned out to be way longer than i expected oops#you can tell how i've been lonely lately by the length of this post lmaoo#feels incredibly awkward to talk about myself in positive light#but that's the point so thanks for this!#step by step little by little we'll learn how to accept us for what we are#that some of our weaknesses can be our strength when viewed from another point of view#easier said than done though..#ok i'll stop right there or i'll never shut up#tags; asks; etc.#<- i hope i won't forget this one later
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âtelling the jjk men to forget about the condom.
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content. smut, choking, praise, breeding, spit, unprotected sex, dirty talk, squirting, finger sucking, passing out, belly bulge, slight cervix fucking
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Grins when you moan out the words. Feeling his teeth against your skin as he kissed up your neck, stopping just below your ear with a breathy chuckle.
"Yeah? Wan' feel my veins sliding against those walls when i fuck you baby?" He cooed, watching as you nodded with a whimper, tugging at the rubber material stretched over his cock.
"P-please, wanâ it so bad." you choked out a mewl, greedy cunt aching to feel him deep inside you.
He hummed, slender finger pushing back the hair on your forehead, his head tilting as he ran it across your bottom lip instead. âWhat do you wanna feel, hmm? Tell me how you want it.â
"Raw.. wanna feel you raw." Your face burned as Gojo continued to rub his cock teasingly between sopping folds. âMy pleasure baby.â
Your boyfriend tugged off the only form of barrier between you two. Your lips parted in a loud moan when Gojo thrusted into you. Back arching off of the bed as he found a pace, rocking you back and forth each time his cock prodded your gummy spot.
âSatoruu, so goodâ haah. Can feel all of you. So, so deepâ fuck.â You cried out, arms reaching up to scratch at his back as your legs wrapped around his waist. The man slamming his hips down roughly onto your pelvis.
He was right. You could feel every inch of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls. His full length taking its time to kiss your spot before bottoming deep, your head falling back with a series of loud mewls.
âSatoru.â
âYou like feelinâ me like this baby?â He rasped, breathing getting heavier when you clenched down on him. âFuck- can feel all of you too. Slutty pussyâs squeezing me so tight.â
It was so much more intimate than usual, being able to feel all of each other was sending you over the edge. Your noises only became louder and as you neared your high. Eyes rolling back and brain turning to mush with every roll of his hips. A high pitched mewl falling past your lips when he reached down to rub your sensitive clit.
âShould just pump ya full of my cum while weâre at it. Fill you real good.â He grunted, thrusts hard and bruising as he bullied your pussy stuffed. An incoherent babble falling past your lips when his lips brushed over yours. Blue eyes darkening as he grinned, âGonna do just that baby. You want that? Want my cum leaking out of your perfect pussy?â
You nodded with a shaky whimper, body trembling as you dumbly cried out his name, squirting messily onto him and his cock. Gojo letting out a deep groan as his thrusts became sloppy, hammering even deeper into you until he stilled with tensed abs. Pumping your stomach round and full with his cum.
âThere we go, fuck. Take it nice and s-shitâ deep. Good girl.â Pressing a kiss to your lips and pulling out of you, letting his cum seep out of you in thick spurts as you shivered from the loss of contact. Heâd been waiting for that for way too long.
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Raises an eyebrow when you stop him from sliding on the condom. A smirk eventually gracing his face making your cheeks heat up. âOh? My girl wants to get dirty tonight hmm?â
You let out a small whine, your hands over your face pulling out a hum from your boyfriend. You sure about this baby?â
âMhm.. wanna feel you raw.â
âWhatever you want princess.â He wasted no time before he was behind you. A deep arch in your back with your ass in the air and face buried in a pillow. Your grip tight on the sheets as Getoâs thick veiny cock pushed into you.
You let out a mewl, his length grazing your walls while pressing into your g spot.
âFuck. Didnât think this pussy could get any better.â He groaned, a hand on the back of your neck with the other on your hip. A loud cry escaping your throat when he began fucking into you relentlessly.
âSuguru, oh f-fuckk. Nnghâ so good.â you moaned, eyes teary as he continuously slammed into you, rocking your body with each of his mean thrusts.
You could feel him so deep inside you, practically kissing at your cervix every time his hips landed onto your ass. There was so much more contact, being able to feel every inch of his curved length as it pummeled your gummy spot. Your cries of his name muffled as you drooled onto the sheets beneath you.
âYou feel that princess?â He grunted, lifting one of his legs so that he could roll his hips into you. A loud moan leaving your mouth as you nodded, clearly able to feel any change in his movements. âFeel good ainât it?â Keeping up his pace until you were falling apart under him.
Brain turning to mush as your eyes rolled back, Geto pressing down harder into the back of your neck to support his high thrusts. Almost bouncing himself off of the flesh of your ads just so you could feel his deep.
âS-suguru. So good Suguru. Soâ haah,â you could barely process your own words. Mind filled with nothing but how good he felt inside you. Stretching your cunt so good as you clenched around him, wetness trailing his cock with your slick.
âPretty pussyâs so greedy fâ me. Look at how much sheâs sucking me in.â He rasped, breathing speeding up as he let out a series of groans and grunts. âFuck, gonna cum for me baby? Cum for me nice and hard while i fill you up?â
You nodded shakily, body trembling as a choked scream echoed through the room. âF-fuck.â Letting out cries of his name as you fell off the edge. Making a mess on his cock while his thrusts became sloppy.
âShit, can i cum in you princess?â He breathed, your dumbed down hum of confirmation being enough for him as he stilled. Coating your insides with ropes after ropes of his sticky cum.
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Is elated when you utter the words. Immediately stopping whatever he was doing and practically carrying you to your bedroom. âFucking finally. I hate the feeling of that shit on my dick.â He smirked, towering over you until you fell back onto the bed.
The large man on top of you with a groan as he buried his face into your neck. âGonna break that little pussy tonight. Youâre on the pill right baby?â
âYes.â You whimpered, Tojiâs hand snaking around your throat with a hum, âGood.â
It wasnât long before you were naked, your knees pressed into your chest as your loud moans and mewls filled the room. Tojiâs broad hips slamming roughly into yours as he fucked you deep.
Thick girth hitting your g spot with each speedy thrust. You let out a whiny cry, your lips parted in short mewls that matched his harsh movements. Body being rocked into the bed at an inhuman pace as your sopping pussy was bullied.
âT-tojiiâ nngh, so g-ood.â You whimpered, Tojiâs grip on your neck tightening as he leaned further onto you. âYeah? Feel me deep in ya?â Grinning darkly when you nodded, âLetâs see how much deeper i can go hmm?â You let out a tiny sob when he forced his cock even deeper, stretching you open to take all of him as he bottom out.
You couldnât help your loud noises as you felt every part of your boyfriendâs dick inside you. Feeling every vein and every curve rubbing against your slippery walls as his hips rammed forward.
âNeeded to feel this bare pussy fâ so long now, fuck.â He grunted deeply, âSheâs so fucking greedy.â
You mewled shakily, âO-oh fuck- Toji, âm close. Can feel you so deep.â Your boyfriend keeping up his pace with a groan. âOpen fâ me baby.â Letting a glob of his spit fall onto your tongue, a twitch running through his cock when you swallowed tearily.
He was fucking you stupid, brain fuzzy and your vision blurred as you were brought closer and closer to orgasm. Chest heaving heavily when your eyes met Tojiâs. âLook so fucking pretty under me.â Your pussy spasming at the gruff undertone of his voice.
You let out a string of cries of his name, your eyes rolling back as your legs quivered. Tojiâs hand threatening to tighten as he growled lowly. âLook at me when you cum baby.â
Your eyes met his, the manâs thrusts sending pleasurable shivers through your body as you reached your high. Trying your hardest to keep your eyes open as you came. A slap on your clit forcing them back on his as you made a mess.
âThatâs it. My messy fucking girl. âM gonâ fill you up so good.â He breathed, sloppy movements coming to a halt as he buried himself deep inside you. Pumping you full with his hot cum while pressing his lips to yours. It was about time you let him do that.
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He was pleasantly surprised to hear you utter the words, chin still glistening with your juices as he pulled away from your wet pussy. âYou sure you donât want me to use one sweetheart?â
âNuh uh, wanna feel you raw.â You assure, tugging the man closer to you to sit him down. Nanami pulling you onto his lap with a small smile when you whimpered, your sensitive clit accidentally bumping into his thigh.
âWhatever you want sweetheart.â Pressing his lips onto yours for a kiss, allowing you to taste your sweetness as he ran his cock between your folds, collecting your wetness before lining himself up.
You moaned when the large hands on your hips guided you to sink down. His thick cock stuffing you full as you struggled to take all of him, already feeling him deep inside you.
You could feel all of him, pale colored cock grazing your walls perfectly as he reached further and further into you. The outline of his tip visible on your belly when the underside of your thighs touched his lap.
Nanami groaned, hands on your hips helping you to move up and down while you rolled your hips back and forth. Loud mewls falling past your lips as your arms draped over his shoulders, nails digging into his muscular back when he sped up the pace.
âKentoâ so good. So deep.â You cried, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your g spot was pressed into over and over again. The feeling of him kissing your walls so sweetly making your mind grow foggy.
âLook you beautiful when you ride me. Feels so amazing, sweet pussy was made to take my cock like this.â He grunted, watching as your head fell back with a high pitched moan, feeling another orgasm swirling in you.
Nanamiâs breaths sped, guiding you to move even faster on his length as his name fell off your tongue. âKentooâ âm so close. Want you to cum in me.â
Nanami groaned, mouth latching onto one of your breasts as you clenched down on him, your hands finding their way to tangle in blonde strands as your back arched.
âKento, oh f-fuck.â Your toes curled as your eyes closed. Body trembling lightly when you messily gushed onto his thighs. The man feeling his cock twitch as he used your cunt to milk him dry. Allowing his cum to paint your insides a sticky white.
His hands never stopped moving you, whiny mewls leaving your lips at the slight overstimulation as he kissed up your neck. âDonât know how iâll ever be able to go back sweetheart. All i wanna feel is your bare pussy like this.â He breathed, letting his hips do all the work in fucking you to yet another orgasm.
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Sukuna would never tell you, but he sometimes never used condoms anyway. He only made you think that he did. He just needed to feel you. So heâd fuck you till you passed out, giving you no chance of finding out.
When you tell him you finally want to not use one he grins with a head tilt, fingers under your chin as he backed you up onto a wall. âHmm? Whyâs that?â Eyeing you hungrily making you whimper under his gaze.
âJust.. wanna feel you raw.â
Your boyfriend licked his lips with a hum, âI can definitely make that happen.â Not giving you a chance to so much as blink before his arms were hooked under your thighs, lifting you up against the wall with a deep inhale. âWet fâ me already huh? I love that.â
He didnât bother taking off your underwear, ripping your panties right down the middle while your legs secured their place around his hips.
You moaned loudly when he stuffed his full length into you. Able to feel every part and every inch of his cock against your walls when he began fucking up into you. Slamming his hips up at a toe curling speed that had your back arching against the wall.
âK-unaa,â you mewled, your boyfriendâs cock forcing its way in all the way. Leaving a painful stretch as his tip threatened to push past your cervix.
You let out a string of cries, arms holding onto him tight as you were moved up and down at an inhuman pace. âFucking pussyâs so perfect.â He groaned, his movements remaining unaltered as he brought a finger to run across your swollen bottom lip. Shoving it into your mouth to sit at the back of your tongue. âTaking me so well.â
You moaned, eyes clouding with tears as your spot was relentlessly slammed into. Turning you to putty in his hands while your brain went dumb. âKunaaâ feels- nngh.. feels sâ g-good.â
âYeah? Like when i turn you into my little brain dead doll?â He grunted, watching as you nodded with a whiny cry. âMhm, can feel you so deep.â His single hand on your hips allowing him to fuck you to his liking.
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, your legs beginning to tremble as your noises got louder. Eyes rolling back with an incoherent babble of his name, letting out a short scream when his spit coating finger reached down to rub at your clit. Circling the small bud with a wide smirk.
âGonna make mess fâ me yeah? Let that pussy spray me like it always does?â
His words went unprocessed in your head, feeling yourself slowly slip in and out of consciousness as you were moved up and down his thick cock like a ragdoll. His cock leaving a visible bulge in your stomach as he neared his own orgasm.
You came with a choked sob, head resting against the wall with an opened mouth. Body quivering uncontrollably in your boyfriendâs arms as you squirted harshly. Coating his cock and legs in your wetness.
Sharp teeth bit at your neck as Sukunaâs thrusts became sloppier. Finally coming to a stop so he could pump you to the brim with his cum. Something that heâd wanted to do for a very long time. âItâs about time i got to fill you up like this.â He breathed, glancing up to see you yet again passed out.
Sukuna chuckled. His size and his speed put together was just too much for you.
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His dick hardened the second you said it. Pouncing on you with widened eyes, âReally?â
You giggled, The boy looking at you with pure need in his puppy like eyes. Hoping that you were being serious about it.
âYes baby, really.â You smiled, feeling your boyfriendâs erect cock pressing into you. âYou sure?â He mumbled, âI wonât be able to pull out.â You pressed a short kiss to his lips, âI donât want you to pull out, wanna feel you raw.â
That was all he needed to hear. Handling you on your knees with your back pressed against his chest. His hips rutting roughly into you as he basked in the feeling of your warm cunt around his bare cock.
âSo good.â He moaned, âYouâre so snug.â Hands on your waist as your head fell back against his shoulder, giving the boy the perfect view of your lewdly bouncing breasts.
You mewled, Chosoâs cock rolling into your g spot at a pace that drove you insane. Your moans competing to be just as loud as his as you too got lost in the feeling of his bare cock. You could feel both his distinct veins grazing your walls when his pace sped up.
âNnghâ feels so perfect. Wanna fuck you like this forever.â He whimpered, burying his face into your neck as his legs weakened. Finding yourself lying on the bed with Choso hovering over you from behind, slamming his hips down onto you sloppily. Loud squelching joining skin slapping in the air.
âC-choso. Haah, so good baby.â You cried, back arching as he shoved himself even deeper at the praise. Chasing his high while bringing you to yours.
He let out a string of whiny cries, the snapping of his hips losing their rhythm as his cock twitched. Not allowing himself to cum until you did.
It was just so hard, you felt so good. Gripping his cock tightly every time you clenched down on him. The boy unable to help the way he fucked into you with desperation.
You and Choso let out matching mewls, your hands gripping the sheets as your spot was hammered at a merciless pace. Your moans turning into choked sobs as your body shook along with the bed. Toes curling and eyes rolling back as you neared your orgasm.
âChosoâ nngh, cumminâ baby.â
âPlease, cum fâ me. Need you to cum so i can too.â he breathed with a tremble, voice going up a pitch when you began squirting. Drenching his cock in your juices as your pussy spasmed.
Choso moaned in content, hips eventually halting their movement as he buried himself in you. Spurting all of the thick substance into you with a sigh. He kept himself in that position, his cock preventing any of his cum from escaping as he began to roll his hips once more. Addicted to how amazing your pussy felt.
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JJK MEN: BABY, CAN YOU CALL ME BACK?
⊠⧠Ë. [ GOJO, TOJI, GETO ] your boyfriend's gone for work, and you gotta convince him to come back home over the phone... NSFW
contents: fem!reader. phone sex, voice kink, video taking, dick pics, blah blah blah. you can probably guess the rest. not proofread + mostly written while i was half-asleep. 2.3k words.
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âbaby, i miss you,â satoru mumbles, voice soft and sleepy from the other end of the phone. you hear the sound of sheets rustling against his phoneâs microphone as he rolls over, groaning softly. âi canât wait to come home to you.â
you plop down on your bed and turn your phone on speaker as you rest your back against the headboard, stifling a yawn before you reply. âme too⌠itâs so lonely without you here.â
âi know,â satoru says, and even though itâs not a video call, youâre absolutely certain heâs grinning like the cocky idiot he is. âtell me âbout your day, sweetheart. wanna know what youâve been doing without me.â
you roll your eyes and smile, checking your nails as you reply. ânothing much, itâs kinda boring without you here.â
âtell me more,â satoru murmurs, and he thinks that heâs so lucky you two arenât on a facetime call, because his hand is slipping down to the waistband of his pants and heâs tugging them off, releasing his already-hardened dick. âi wanna know everything.â
you donât think much of the way satoruâs breathing has gotten noticeably choppier as you ramble about the little things thatâve happened in your day so farâafter all, how could you know that heâs stroking himself to the sound of your voice?
âso, yeah, thatâs basically everything,â you finish, exhaling softly. the moment you stop talking, you hear the soft groans that satoruâs been fighting to hide the whole time, and suddenly, it clicks. âwait, satoru, have you been fucking yourself the whole tiââ
âmaybe,â your boyfriend replies instantly, pausing and taking a long, unsteady breath before he continues, âwanna join me?â you donât reply immediately, but soon, his voice turns pleading. âcâmon, baby, missinâ you so much⌠lemme hear you, sweet girl. help your boyfriend out, pleeeaââÂ
âokay, okay,â you give in, reaching down and tugging off your shorts. a second later, your panties are discarded as well, and your fingers start to circle your clit at the sound of satoruâs voice.
âmm, you touching yourself, baby?â satoru breathes, hand still wrapped around his dick. you hum in agreement, and the hand holding your phone grows tighter the faster your circles get. satoru clicks his tongue after a couple seconds, and adds, âdonât hold back, i wanna hear you.â
âokay,â you mumble, missing his familiar touch now more than ever. âi miss you so much, âtoru,â you whisper, voice already a little shaky from your own fingers. but it still isnât enough to push you over the edgeâyou both know that only satoru has the skill to do that.
âi know you do,â satoru teases, an amused lilt in his voice. âbet those pretty hands of yours couldnât make ya cum half as fast as i could, yeah?â
heâs right, but it doesnât stop you from tryingâgod, you wish your boyfriend were here and inside of you, but for now, his voice is all that you have. âbaby, these past couple days, all i couldâfuck, all i could think about was that pretty pussy of yours,â satoru chokes out, hand moving up and down the length of his dick faster. âso tight fâme, all just for me,â he mumbles, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth.
âs-satoru, i need you,â you mewl out, legs starting to tremble just at the thought of him. âneed your dick inside of me, pleaââ
âcanât do that, princess,â satoru sighs, groaning at the sound of your desperate request. âwish i could, though.. but we gotta wait for a couple days, fuck.â
you stop rubbing your clit and instead slip two fingers inside your cunt, wrist shaking at you pump your fingers up and down at his request. âsâ not as good as you, âtoru,â you whine, hips unconsciously rocking against your hand. âcome home soon, please, canât wait for that longââ
satoru laughs breathily and moans shamelessly into his phone, mumbling something about work or a mission or somethingâbut you donât really catch the details, too occupied with fucking yourself to the thought of your boyfriend. âso impatient, arenât ya?â satoru exhales, thrusting into his own fist and fantasizing about your warm, tight cunt instead. âfuck, baby, miss you and your cunt so fuckinâ badââ
âthen come home, âtoru,â you plead, hardly able to choke out your words coherently. âplease, satoru, i need you hereââ
your boyfriend cuts you off with a series of porn-worthy groans, mixing in your name wherever he can as he cums into his hand. itâs not satisfying, and it doesnât feel half as good as it would if he were fucking your pussy instead. so, after a couple seconds, he mumbles, âwhatever you say, princess, iâll be there by tomorrow.âÂ
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âyouâre an asshole,â you mutter into your phone. toji only scoffs in reply, a disbelieving edge to his voice. âtoji, listen to meââ
âiâm listeninâ, princess,â toji grumbles. âyeah, i know i said iâd be home by tonight, but somethinâ came up. sâ not my fault iâm surrounded by idiots.â and he makes no effort of hiding his disdain at your stubbornnessâsome things were just out of his control, including how long it took for most of his missions to get completed.
âdonât call me that,â you snap, climbing into your bed and pulling a pillow onto your lap. toji sighs, and itâs a long, lengthy exhale that surely has to be exaggerated. âfuck you, toji, you promised youâd be home by tonight.âÂ
your boyfriend laughs incredulously into his phone, chortling for a good twenty seconds before he replies, âi donât remember promising anything, nâ what do ya need me home for anyways? whatâs so fuckinâ important, huh?â
well, thereâs no way youâre telling him the real reason you want him home so badlyâheâd just laugh at you and your desperation for him. but honestly, after going for more than a week without his dick, youâre really fucking close to telling him that. instead, you reply, âmaybe i just miss my boyfriend.â
âmore like you just want dick, donât ya, pretty?â
toji sees right through your pitiful liesâhe always does. you donât respond for a long while, and your boyfriend fills up the silence by laughing again. âshoulda just said so. i missed fuckinâ that tight cunt of yours too, idiot.â
âso will you come home now?â
âmm, you gotta convince me.â
âhow?â you groan, dragging a hand down your face.Â
âshow me jusâ how much you miss me, and maybe iâll consider cominâ back early if you can prove it to me,â toji says, and you can hear the smile in his voice as your screen lights up with a request to facetime.Â
you accept, and a second later, your boyfriendâs face fills up your screen. his dark eyes are squinted from the sudden light, but the corners of his lips curl upwards when he sees you. âhey, princess.â
âhey, asshole.â
âyou want to get fucked tomorrow night or not?â he drawls, a lazy smile playing on his face when that shuts you up. ânow câmon, letâs see that pussy. open wide fâme.â
you mutter something about him being the worst boyfriend ever before you tug down the waistband of your panties, exposing your neglected, puffy cunt. your clothes are quickly discarded somewhere, allowing you to angle your phone downwards and show toji what heâs missing.
âoh, fuckinâ hell,â toji mutters, navy eyes fixed on your cunt as you slip two fingers inside and start pumping them in and out of your hole. the dim lighting of your room bounces off the slick already coating your cunt, making it look wetter than ever to tojiâand you can practically see the longing in his eyes as he watches you fuck yourself.
âplease, toji,â you mumble, spreading your legs even wider to show off your pussy to him. âmiss you so much, pleaseâfuck, please come home,â you plead, doing your best to put on a show for him. at this point, youâre so touch starved that youâd do anything to get him backâanything to satisfy you, since your own fingers canât even give you half the pleasure toji can.
âso desperate, arenât ya?â toji tuts, eying you with interest. âtch, patheticâŚâ
you whine in response to his words, hips rolling against your own hand as you futilely try to convince your head that itâs a dick in between your legs and not your own fingers. âfuck, toji, iâll do anythinââ
âanything?â he instantly cuts you off, cocking an eyebrow as if heâs intrigued. you nod desperately, almost willing to do anything and everything for him if it meant he could fill up the empty spot in between your thighs. âyou promise?â
ây-yeah, anything,â you whimper, throwing your head back as your hand starts to grow sore.Â
toji hums in approval, and a moment later, he replies, âalright then. iâll head back tomorrow morninâ, but youâre getting fucked for the whole night after. nâ i donât wanna hear any of that âtoji, itâs too much!â bullshit, mâkay?â he snaps, mimicking your voice by raising his pitch two octaves.Â
âokay, i promise,â you choke out, and the second the words leave your lips, toji hangs up.
asshole.
â
â SUGURU GETO
âsuguru, i miss you,â you mumble into your phone, burying your face into the blankets wrapped around your shoulders. usually, itâs rare for you to feel cold within your bedroomâsuguruâs presence seems to make everything warmer. but right now, heâs not here, and even your own room feels barren without his comforting aura. âitâs so empty here without youâŚâÂ
âis it, now?â suguru replies coyly from the other end of the call. heâs at some sort of meeting right now, but apparently, heâs on his breakâwhich is good, because you imagine that it might be a little embarrassing for him to take this call if he were in the middle of the meeting. âi miss you too, baby. you and that pretty pussy of yours, heh.â
âsuguââ
your boyfriend interrupts you with a soft, teasing laugh, lowering his voice when he adds, âdo you want to know what iâd do to you if i was with you right now?â
you swallow back the âyesâ you so desperately want to say, instead whispering, âarenât you in public?â
ânah, iâm in the bathroom right now,â suguru clarifies. ânow câmon, answer the question.â
â...yeah,â you admit. itâs been over a week since you last had any sort of sexual contact with suguruâyouâll take what you can get.
your boyfriend laughs again, sultry voice pouring out your phoneâs speakers and straight into your throbbing cunt when he starts describingâin great detailâthe things he would do to you if he was on top of you right now.
â...and then, i would flip you over and fuck you face-down ass-up for hours,â suguru adds casually, enjoying the sounds of your muffled moansâyouâre trying so hard to hide them, but little do you know that itâs only too obvious to suguru.Â
two of your fingers are circling your clit as suguru speaks, and your own hand is clasped over your mouth as you struggle to hide the effects of suguruâs voice on youâand he just keeps talking.
âyeah, and when i finally let you cum all over my dick, iâd just keep going,â suguru cooes, tempted to pull down his pants and take care of his own boner right then and there. but unlike you, your boyfriend has some ounce of resilience, and as he checks the time on his phone, he realizes that he has to get back to his meeting soon anyways.
âsuguruââ you moan, unable to stifle your little whimpers any longer. âwanâ you so bad, pleaseââ
âsilly girl, what do you mean, you want me so bad?â suguru says amusedly. âiâm already yours, arenât i?â
âyou know what i mean,â you huff, rocking your hips against your fingers in an attempt to force yourself to cum. but unfortunately, ever since you started fucking with suguru, your own fingers arenât good enoughâeven if you could hypothetically make yourself orgasm, it wouldnât give you even a fraction of the pleasure your boyfriend could. âplease, sugu, i wanna see you.â
and just like that, any remaining self-restraint suguru has snapsâthe sound of you begging is enough to make him do anything in the world.
suguru hastily unzips his pants, releasing his dripping dick. he runs his thumb over the leaking tip, smearing the pre-cum all over its head. âfuck, baby, iâm at work right now,â he mutters into his phone, rolling his eyes affectionately when he hears you giggle. âone pic. then iâm going back to my meeting.â
âmâkay!â you agree, pulling the phone away from your ear and turning it on speaker as you eagerly wait for the pictures to send.
suguru holds up his phone and snaps a picture of his dick resting in his palm, stroking it with that hand and sending you the image with the other. âalright, sweetheart, gotta get back to work,â suguru sighs, unable to get his boner to settle downâhe figures the only way itâll happen is if he ends the call, which he really needs to do.
âaw, do you have to?â
âyeah, sorry âbout that,â he mutters, removing the phone from his ear to end the call.
âwait, whatâre you sending meâoh, fuck, youâre the worst,â suguru groans when he clicks the notification and sees a video of what youâre doing to yourself right nowâitâs a five second video of you pumping your fingers in and out of your puffy cunt to his voice, and there goes his resolve to stay at work.
âi fuckinâ hate you, baby⌠see you in a couple hours.â
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Seeing ghosts in Gotham
Heâs walking alone. Despite how dark it is, heâs not particularly nervous, not like the couple of people hovering in an alley.
His shift at Batburger went a little long, not that heâs complaining, he needed the money.
Everything is fine. Splendid. Fantastic. A little quiet, enough to pretend itâs a nice stroll home like it was back in Amity. Of course that all kind of goes up in flames when a dark figure drops into a crouch right in front of him. About two arm lengths away is a guy who straightens to a little taller than Danny himself. From the flickering street light across the street he can spot red, crisscross yellow, and a dark cape.
Red Robin.
Danny shakes his head and turns around.
âNope.â
A smaller body is already standing behind him, blocking his path. The little guy with a serious face folds his arms across his chest as if challenging Danny to try to get by him.
Heâs had enough tussles with Danielle to know better than to test the kid.
Danny rubs at his eyes with a hand, purposefully keeping the other limp at his side. He turns back around.
âOkay. Fine. What? What do you want?â
âYou sent in a folder of information to solve the Boothe case,â Red Robin states confidently like there wasnât any doubt it was Danny who sent it in.
He frowns. It was sent in anonymously. As in they shouldnât be able to know it was him. Then again they are detectives in their own right even if they dress weird.
âSee? This is why no one helps out the police if theyâre gonna get grilled for it later on,â he complains sourly.
âThat case is connected to another string of crimes weâve been investigating. I need to know where you got your information.â
Danny glares at him for a second, actually thinking about telling him, then he remembers how quickly these guys throw people into Arkham.
âDo you not get what anonymous means?â
âWhat is your source?â He asks, completely ignoring Dannyâs concerns.
âWhat are gonna do? Dangle me over the side of a building to get me to talk like you do with the criminals you guys pick up? Go ahead. See where that gets you,â he shrugs indifferently.
âYouâre a runaway.â
Dannyâs eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into a warning as he turns to look at the pipsqueak that spoke.
âFrom your poorly made fake ID and the fact you donât look close to eighteen, you must be a runaway minor. We could bring you in to the proper authorities if you prove to be⌠uncooperative.â
Danny sneers in annoyance.
âSeriously?â He turns back to Red Robin. Clearly the older of the two and the one leading this investigation. âThis is what I get for trying to help? Blackmail?â
âRobin can be a bit⌠abrasive. I, on the other hand, can appreciate a different approach.â
Suddenly thereâs a couple pieces of paper money in between his fingers. Danny couldnât see how much it was from this far away, but it didnât really change how he felt about the whole situation.
âNow bribery? Wow, you guys really got the whole good cop, bad cop thing down, donât cha?â
âThen what do you want?â
âFor you to stop wasting your time,â Danny answers with a snap.
Red Robin pauses.
âOur time,â he repeats calmly.
âYea. Your time. This is a dead end and you should move on.â
âAnd why are you a dead end?â Presses Robin.
âBecause,â Danny emphasizes with a look over his shoulder, âthe guy youâre really looking for, my source as you put it, is dead, okay? So you canât go ask him questions. I sent in everything that was relevant. Find another lead.â
Red Robinâs expression remains blank as he mentally calculates his next move. Danny hopes he takes his advice and let him go home.
âHis name?â
Danny folds his arms over his chest, a pathetic attempt to protect himself. He chews on his lip a minute. To tell him or not to tell him. Itâs not really ratting the guy out since heâs, you know, dead. Although there is a large chance Dannyâs missing something and itâs all going to lead back to him somehow.
âI didnât kill him.â
âI never said you did,â the vigilante replies calmly, almost nonchalant.
Danny shifts his weight with nerves. He really wasnât getting out of this without giving them something, huh?
âGreg,â he grinds out like it���s painful.
Silence for a few moments, then-
âAs in Gregory Boothe?â
The victim of this whole conversation? Yes.
Dannyâs silence is answer enough and the diverted gaze just solidified their suspicions.
âGregory Bootheâs body turned up a month ago. Presumably heâd been dead for several weeks before that.â
Red lets that damning information hang in the air like Danny didnât already know.
âSo when did he talk to you? Last week?â
Danny jerks at the off handed joke, actually taking a step back and hitching his shoulders up to his ears. He grimaces at his knee jerk response, but canât take it back. A glance toward the vigilante shows a calculating stunned expression from what he can see ignoring the mask. He looks away again finding a discarded soda can very interesting.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Demands Robin behind him.
Danny tried to resist the urge to curl even more into himself, but knows he failed without even having to look.
âYouâre a medium,â Red Robin states. Itâs not even a question.
Danny flinches and shoots the guy a scared glare.
âI am not one of those scam artists,â he hisses firmly.
âNo,â Red agrees, âyouâre not. You didnât ask for money or attention.â
Danny stares like itâs his first time seeing him. The lack of aggression or accusations was new and a little disarming. He was genuinely confused as to why the guy wasnât immediately going to denial or throwing him in Arkham.
âHell of a city to hide in when you can see ghosts,â Red Robin says in a light tone like he was teasing him. The small tug to his lips just proves it.
Dannyâs shoulders practically sag at the playful demeanor. A hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck self-consciously.
âYea, well⌠no one was gonna look for me here.â
Which was only half the reason he chose Gotham, but it was still truthful.
âSo⌠Greg?â
âIsnât here right now.â Danny pauses and snorts at himself. âPlease leave a message.â
The vigilante does have a sense of humor because he smirks in response to the joke.
âIs there another way to⌠make contact? Summoning maybe?â
Danny raises an eyebrow incredulously.
âSummoning is rude,â he says like itâs common sense.
Instead he turns to the nearest reliable ghost in the vicinity.
âHey, Susan, can you go-â
The vigilantes canât hear how she interrupts him because she was standing there the whole time and knows exactly what he was going to ask.
âOkay, thanks. Meet at mine.â
The ghost woman nods and flies off to go hunt down dear old Greg and Danny turns to Red Robin. He makes a casual move with his head to say âfollow meâ and continues walking down the sidewalk past the guy and further into the old, decrepit buildings heâs been squatting in.
They already know heâs a runaway, being homeless shouldnât come as a shock to them. Even with his two jobs, he canât afford to rent an apartment. No wonder so many people are in poverty or in the slums.
He ducks into his rundown building, ignoring the rats scurrying away, and hops up the rickety stairs, avoiding the ones that were unstable. It was a nightmare figuring out which steps were faulty. Lots of injuries.
At the top he turns to see Red easily copying his movements up the stairs while Robin balances along the railing like a tight rope. When they reach the top at the same time Danny just stares at them for a moment before shaking his head in exasperation. Darn vigilantes. Why did Danny have to get caught up in this mess?
He turns, walking along the floor closest to the wall before getting to what heâs deemed his room.
It used to be an office from what he can tell. A desk pushed against the far wall and a ripped sofa heâs been using as a bed on the other wall. The floors were the most stable in this room which really won out.
Danny goes to the desk where all his papers are scattered over the surface. An organizational pattern only he understands as he shuffles through the pile he pulls from the cubby above the desk. It holds all the same information he sent into the police, just in its raw form with about twice the amount of useless information. Along with it is a few other âcasesâ that sounds familiar that he just threw together into a pile. Maybe the genius detectives could decipher what he couldnât.
âHere,â he says, holding out the stack. Red Robin doesnât hesitate to take it off his hands.
Thereâs no chair for the desk anymore so he slides some papers out of the way to hop onto the desk to wait.
âNo.â
The vigilantes look at him and he shakes his head and looks over to the side.
âNo, Abby. Iâm not wasting their time.â
Red Robin goes back to flipping through papers. Most of them were old business papers he had found in the office and just written on the back. Some were receipts or pamphlets or some other random scrap of paper he could get his hands on.
âBecause yours was an accident. Thereâs nothing for them to solve.â
Robin watched him cautiously as if waiting for Danny to snap or suddenly turn violent. Instead he leans back on his hands in a vulnerable position which screamed âI donât want to hurt anyoneâ.
âThere is a lot more information here than what was submitted to the police,â Red Robin comments neutrally, purposefully ignoring Dannyâs exasperated sigh and one-sided conversation.
Danny shrugs in defense, âDidnât think all of it was relevant.â
The vigilante doesnât respond.
Robin drifts closer as Danny gives a withering glare to the corner. He examines the mess of papers surrounding the teen in the low lighting.
âAre these all files of victims?â
Danny glances over them with a knowledgeable eye.
âMost.â He twists to point at the top left corner of the cubbies. âThose are accidents though⌠well, what sounds like accidents.â
âThere should be more.â
Danny looks at the boy with a tilted head and raises brow.
âNot everyone sticks around,â he explains simply.
Then something draws his attention away across the room. Surprisingly his eyes donât glaze over like someone with mental illness, instead they sharpen to see something they canât. It resembled Constantine or Thomas.
âGreg, these guys wanna talk to you.â
What proceeds is a very awkward interaction with Danny as a middle man between victim and vigilante. Despite the need for a translator, Red Robin does in fact get a lead from the conversation.
âThank you for your cooperation.â
Danny nods. âSure, no problem. Just donât rat me out to the police and I can help with any other case that pops up with a ghost attached.â
âYou know we can help with your living situation,â Red Robin offers with a glance around the room.
âWhat, and put me in foster care? No thanks, Iâll pass.â
âThere are other options,â Robin chimes in with nonchalance that implies he doesnât actually care.
âYou donât pass for eighteen, but if you let me make you a new ID we could say youâre emancipated.â
Danny frowns.
âIâd have to be sixteen to be eligible for emancipation.â
âYou could be sixteen.â
No, he really couldnât. Maybe if you squint your eyes and tilt your head, but Danny is fourteen with all the baby fat and innocent face that comes with it. His license now is a clear fake to anyone who sees it, but in this city no oneâs gonna question it to his face. They just raise a brow, look at him, then shrug it off and roll with the lie.
âWhat do you want?â He demands. All this good will and wanting to help him canât be free.
âWe want to help,â Red says too easily.
Danny stares for a second, eyes narrowed as he tries to block out the multiple voices around him.
Insurance. He wants Danny to owe him so he can keep coming back for more information.
âI just told you I would help. Why are you still trying to get leverage?â He demands with irritation.
âWe want to help-â
âYou want me in your back pocket.â
Red Robin doesnât give that a response, his lips pressing together to make a hard line.
Instead of pushing, he surprisingly takes a step back and heads towards the door, papers still in hand. Danny doesnât argue.
Robin ducks out first, blending into the shadows without even a glance over his shoulder. Red Robin pauses in the doorway.
âDonât try to skip town,â he states like an order. Like if Danny did in fact try, he would be found and brought back.
It didnât even cross Dannyâs mind.
âWasnât planning on it,â he says tiredly, too fed up with the day to defend himself.
Red Robin watches him for a moment before nodding and disappearing out the room.
Danny slumps with a groan, finally sliding off the desk to shuffle to the couch, body flopping face first into the worn cushions.
Itâs silent to everyone else but Danny.
âI know.â
âŚ
âI know, Jack, but I donât trust them. Even if he is your son.â
Danny never noticed the bug planted by Robin on the underside of the desk.
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GIRL TALK ! ( STAR RAIL MEN )
SUMMARY ! march 7th finds out you like someone. and as your best friend, itâs only right that she has to give her input on whether or not she approves of him.
NOTES ! i was in the mood to write something but this was last minute and this was all i could come up with 𤺠may do a part two featuring other star rail men but we will see. part two of girl talk (gepard, dr. ratio, aventurine, and boothill)
TAGS ! reader is not the trailblazer. contains dan heng, caelus, sampo koski, jing yuan, and argenti. feelings are mutual on both ends.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . DAN HENG !
immediately tells you that she already had her suspicions. and now that you confirmed it, it makes her all that more excited. you having a crush on dan heng is just what she expected. sheâll go on and on about how you two would make a great couple because he opens up more to you. now she gets a little sneaky and begins to make up excuses whenever missions come around so that the two of you can go together. itâs her own way of being a mastermind. the more time you two spend together, the closer she is to seeing you and dan heng start dating. yes, march has dubbed herself as your personal wingwoman. so is the duty of being your best friend.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . CAELUS !
of course she finds it cute that you have a crush on caelus. and it all makes sense to her now. she constantly hears you and caelus making the same kind of jokes, watches you two play games together on your phones, and on rare occasions, sheâll find you rummaging through trash cans with caelus. though she doesnât know why youâd go to such lengths and go through the trash cans with him. admitting your feelings for the newest trailblazer will only make march relentlessly tease you about it in the best way possible. so whenever caelus invites you to join him in whatever shenanigan he has planned for the day, sheâll send a quick wink your way.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . SAMPO KOSKI !
sheâs mentally judging you. definitely finds this as a âto each their ownâ type of situation. out of everyone you guys have met, the one you have feelings for is sampo. march isnât too fond of him despite how much he has helped them during their time in belobog. she does have a few doubts here and there, but if heâs currently the one who youâre interested in, sheâll go along with it. march has to observe the way he acts before making any big decisions like setting you two up. she can tell the feelingâs mutual by the overly flirtatious comments sent your way or gifts you receive by sampo when visiting belobog again. sheâll sometimes peek over your shoulder and see some messages coming in from him, asking when youâll come back to see him. she could grow used to him so let her work her magic and youâll be with him in no time.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . JING YUAN !
the general of the luofu is a tough decision. although she believes heâs a great choice considering his high rank and popularity, itâs also a bit of a downfall. she saw some heavy chemistry between you both back when the express was currently at the luofu. she didnât have enough time to make some comments but she knew youâd end up having some sort of feelings towards him. sheâs only worried about the cons that could come. like the fact jing yuan can become a busy man within seconds. would he make enough time for you? no, he needs to because someone like you deserves it. march refuses to let her best friend settle for anything less than what sheâs worth. march can trust that youâll be in good hands with jing yuan.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . ARGENTI !
itâs a very interesting choice in her opinion. though she understands why youâd end up gaining feelings towards him. it had to be that compliment he gave you the very first time the express met him. âa beauty that was sent by the goddess idrila herself for him to praiseâ. very poetical that it had the entire crew speechless for a few seconds. march hasnât stopped bringing it up since that happened because you had never gotten that flustered before. she can only imagine all the other compliments argenti has sent your way when theyâre not around. whenever youâre smiling at your phone a little too hard, thinking no one is watching, sheâll head over your way asking if your boyfriendâs the one making you all smiley. march doesnât even need to be your wingwoman for this one. she knows the knight will handle it all on his own.
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RATE MY PROFESSOR! â GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU.
kinktober day one â threesomes ; find masterlist here
synopsis. youâre professor gojoâs TAâthe catch? you both are romantically involved. what do you do when professor geto happens to accidentally walk in on you giving a blowjob? let him fuck you so he keeps his mouth shut and doesnât tell a soul, of course
length. 5.1k words (deep, big, heavy sigh)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, college au, teacher-student relationships, prof! satoru + suguru, TA! reader, power imbalance, age gaps (reader is early twenties and satoru + suguru are early thirties), semi public sex (at campus in satoruâs office), suguru walking in on you and satoru, threesomes, fingering + blowjobs + hair pulling + throat fucking + cum swallowing (satoru), male masturbation + edging (suguru), unprotected sex + (one) clit slap + creampie (suguru), pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), not proof readâi am a raw dog kinda gal
notes. i would highly discourage having intimate relations with a professorâbutâŚ.if your professor looks like gojo or geto, iâm blind babe. i ainât see nothing. i wonât tell a soul
âyou guys wanna get lunch?â nobara hums, âweâre all here.â
megumi, as always, looks like heâs about to say noâhe probably wants to go home as quickly as possible. but thatâs not an option because before he can, yuji has already piped up with an enthusiastic, âyeah! iâm down.â
you fiddle your fingers nervouslyâhow are you supposed to get out of this one? youâd just used the excuse of grading assignments for satoru yesterday, and surely you couldnât possibly have a fresh pile of them to grade again within twenty-four hours, right? itâd be a suspicious excuse, especially one for nobara, who seems to sniff out a lie a little too easily.Â
itâs not that you donât want to hang out with your friends, you love them. really. but you promised youâd be in satoruâs office in fifteen minutesâand youâre not about to keep him waiting, so lunch will have to wait for another time.
youâre still thinking of a usable excuse when she turns to you herself, unimpressed as she dryly says, âi assume you have some midterm review to help him polish or something,â she grumbles, âgojo is so lazy,â she scoffs.
ohâwell, that wasnât very hard. sheâs just made it ten times easier for you. nobara has handed you the perfect excuse right in the palm of your hand, and before you can even play it off casually, yuji cuts in and distracts her. bless yuji, you think to yourself.
âhey, professor gojo is a great guy! we all passed with an A! isnât that great?â
âeveryone gets an A in his class, dumbass,â megumi grunts, rolling his eyes, ânot getting an A in his class practically means youâre deliberately trying to do poorly.â
on campus, professor gojo is a fan favoriteâhis rate my professor score is a perfect five stars, and most of the students around campus rave about him. why? because he gives out the letter grade A+ like itâs candy. anyone would love a professor like that.Â
he doesnât ever take attendance or knock your grade down when you skip class, his assignments are always easy to google answers to, and the quizzes have unlimited time and attempts. his tests are straightforward enough that even if you never pay attention, doing the review he uploads is sure to help you cram enough to pass. and whatâs better? he always adds a generous curve. not only that, but professor gojo is a friendly guyâhe loves talking to his students, loves to ramble away if you stop him in the halls or visit during office hours, loves to listen to your stories and nod along in interest, loves to crack jokes and have a good laugh.
everyone loves professor gojo. and when they leave his class with an A+, they love him even more.Â
you had an A+ in physics yourself when you took his classâand you hate physics. you hated it in high school, and you hate it now. but for gojo satoru? youâre almost a physics enthusiast. professor gojoâor rather, satoru, as you call him now, takes a liking to you. a veryâŚstrong liking, if you will.Â
it all starts on a fateful monday afternoon two semesters agoâitâs one thirty pm, the busiest hour on campus. sometimes, it feels like everyone takes classes at one pmâand as such, getting a table in the university coffee shop is almost impossible. youâre just about to give up and leave with your coffee and sandwich after scanning the place when a wave of a hand catches your attention.Â
itâs professor gojo.Â
need a seat? he asks you, gesturing at the chair in front of him at his tableâitâs a smooth, amused little drawl, the way he talks. itâs almost always a borderline teasing tone, and his voice is low enough that it sounds oddly enticing. youâve heard enough girls lust over his voice in class to know youâre not the only one who sometimes appreciates the sound.Â
you try to insist that you wouldnât want to intrude, but professor gojo is a nice guy; always looks out for his students and helps them out. so, when he insists that he doesnât mind you taking the spare seat as he grades a few assignments, wellâŚyou decide to sheepishly thank him and sit across from him, finally having somewhere to sit and eat before youâre off to your next class.Â
and then it begins.
every now and then, you sit across from your physics professor in the crowded coffee shop on campus as you enjoy a cold brew and a sandwich before your next class. somehow, he always manages to snatch a table, and somehow, you always manage to find him. you like to ramble to him sometimesâhow professor nanami is a bit too strict for your liking (he giggles at that), how professor ieri always seems too tired and miserable to be here (he nods and agrees), and how professor geto is nice, but he takes literature pretty seriously (he gives you an amused look at that as he hums.)
somewhere along the line, he asks you to be his TA for the following semesterâand somewhere further along that lineâŚwell, perhaps the one-on-one talks as you sit together at a table for two felt a little too close to something of a romantic setting because you and professor gojo kiss in his office while he calls you in to explain your TA responsibilities.Â
that was never supposed to happen.Â
you donât even remember who leaned in first, or whose arms were the first to wrap around the other, or who tugged who closer, but you both kiss. and then some. and then it happens again, and again, and againâand, wellâŚyouâre professor gojoâs, or better yet, satoruâs best kept secret.
you go to his office to grade assignments for himâin between if he steals a few kisses, whoâs to know? sometimes, heâs a bit riskier, likes to spread his legs and free his cock and have your hand stroke him as he eyes the door. itâs always a nice view to watch him unbutton a few buttons of his shirt and bite back moans. other days, he likes to slip his hand past your waistband and toy with your clitâthe amused glint in his eyes, as he tells you not to get distracted and keep grading when you gasp always, earns him a sharp glare.
itâs like that for the semester, just you and him in his little office where you can break the rules in the safety of secrecy.Â
that is, until now.Â
admittedly, this isnât the best time to be doing thisâprofessor geto likes to have lunch with satoru around this time, and you know youâre cutting it closeâŚbut he just looks so pretty like this, head fallen back against his chair as his lips part with a soft gasp.
youâre on your knees, looking up as you suck on the tip of his stiff cock before taking him down your throat, bobbing your head up and down. itâs a rewarding position to be inâto have the hot, loved, campus favorite professor that everyone thirsts over falling apart in your mouth, hands gripping the arms of his chair as he pants harshly above you.
he looks prettyâalways does, always looks good enough that you can feel the ache between your legs get worse. the messy strands of his hair stick to his damp forehead, and his lips are always so pink and plump when he bites them like that, and who can forget the way his eyes turn just a shade darker of that bright blue?
you hum around him, making him groan as he mumbles, âf-fuck, youâre so good, sweetheartâalways know how to make me feel good.â
you press a kiss to his tip, smearing the bead of pre cum leaking from his slit along your lips before licking them cleanâhe closes his eyes and groans at that. you canât help but giggle, canât help but press more kisses along his hardened length until youâre at the base of his cock.Â
âpretty little lips,â he hums, reaching to rub his thumb over your bottom lip as you open your mouth, letting him slip into your mouthâhe hums approvingly as your tongue swirls around the digit, sucking slowly. ââs like you were made for taking me, huh?â
ââcourse i was,â you grin cheekilyâand then youâre back to sucking on his cock, tongue rubbing over that thick vein you love to trace and reaching a hand to play with his balls. he moansâitâs low but still whiny enough that you canât help but feel so proud at how needy he is, how desperately he always wants you. no matter the risk.
except the risk is probably not the wisest one to test today because just as satoru lets out a particularly loud whine when you swallow around him, the door clicks open andâŚ
oh.Â
oh no.Â
thisâŚthis isnât goodâthis is terrible, in fact. this is the worst possible outcome to the worst possible thing youâve done, and now youâre screwed. entirely destroyed, in factâthe both of you. here goes your admission and your progress on your degree, and here goes satoruâs entire career and everything heâs worked for, and all because you couldnât help but give him a blowjob in the middle of his office with the door unlocked where his best friend can walk right in and get a full view.
and worse? this best friend of his happens to be another professor on campus who you happen to have had just last semester. youâre sure he knows you; youâre his former student, after all, and he must certainly know his best friendâs TA.Â
professor geto blinksâhis eyes go back and forth between you and satoru and the still-hard cock between his legs thatâs glistening with your spit as you sit on your knees. yeahâthereâs no explaining this one.
âwell,â he says blankly, âi guess thatâs on me for not knocking, huh?â
âsuguru,â satoru grumbles, âsome of us are busy yâknow? canât you come back later?â
you turn to satoru in shockâhow can he be so normal about this? how can he just casually act like this is some random hook-up his friend walked in on instead of a (very illegal and very unprofessional) teacher-student relationship that could get the two of you in more trouble than you can comprehend?Â
but professor geto doesnât seem even the slightest bit concerned. thereâs no look of disgust or panic or even anger at you and satoru for your unprofessional habits. thereâs no alarm at the distasteful activities youâre doing in the middle of a university office where anyone could potentially walk in on. and then thereâs satoruâhe doesnât even bother making himself decent or pulling you from your knees.
no, instead, he looks at professor geto in slight irritation as the latter stands there.Â
âso this is what youâre always busy doing in your office, huh?â professor geto hums, chuckling in amusement, âi have to say, you at least have good taste, satoru. sheâs excellent in and outside the classroom, it seems.â
âyeah, sheâs a keeper,â satoru hums, cupping your cheek as he grins down at you, ânow if you donât mind, suguru, weâre in the middle of something.â
âand what do you plan on doing if this gets around?â professor geto raises a brow, unimpressed.
you look at him in panic at thatâsurelyâŚsurely he canât mean that he would be the one to spread this around, right? surely he wouldnât throw his best friend under the bus, correct? if not for you, then for satoruâs sake, heâd never let this information find another soul. otherwiseâŚotherwise youâll both lose everything. all the hard work and progress youâve made, all of satoruâs experience and years building his career, and all the future opportunities you had coming upâall of it will be for nothing if professor geto says one word.Â
people wouldnât have a hard time believing it either, you think. sometimes your own friends like to poke fun at you themselves.Â
youâre always with him, are you sure youâre not in love with the guy at this point? nobara always likes to snort at you.
why does professor gojo even keep you around? youâre too lazyâyou must give good head, megumi tends to tease as he raises a brow with amused eyes.
with how often youâre in professor gojoâs room, you might as well have a crush on him, yuji sometimes giggles.
surely, with how often youâre seen in the coffee shop with him as he grades papers and how often he likes to tease you when you show up to his classroom sometimes to drop off papers, students would certainly take the rumors and spread them like wildfire if professor geto says even the littlest thing.Â
you look at him with wobbly lips as you whisper, âplease donât tell anyone,â you sniffle, âiâŚmaybe thereâs something we can doâŚto keep you fromâŚâ
the two of them look at you in shockâthey stare at you for a moment, stare at the crystalline tears welling up in your eyes, at the soft little tremor in your lips, at the sweet little sniffles you try to hide. then, as if in sync, their eyes meet each otherâs before finding you once more.
âoh, thatâs precious,â professor geto chuckles, âshe really is a keeper, satoruâshe even looks pretty when she cries. iâm almost jealous.â
âdonât look for too long, suguru,â satoru grumblesâand then, âlisten, sweetheart, you donât have to worry. suguruâs not gonnaââ
âwell, if there is something youâd wanna do for me,â professor geto cuts satoru off, his voice a low drawl as he walks closer, hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up, âi suppose i can keep my mouth shut.â
âanything,â you nod quickly.
youâre so eager to please, he thinksâso perfect and sweet and pliant, that suguru thinks he might actually really be jealous that somehow, it was satoru who caught your attention. how did this all start? when did it start? how long has it been going on? do you have real feelings for each other? or is it just a pleasurable business kind of deal? do you meet up outside of campus? does he take you to the next town over to freely walk around with you on dates? do you kiss sweetly sometimes instead of with hunger? have you ever spent a night in his bed? do you sleep better beside each other, wrapped in the otherâs arms?
there are so many, many questions suguru wants to ask. the potential answers to all of them make him a bit more unhappy than he cares to admit. something in him wonders how things mightâve had to play out in order to land you in his office insteadâbutâŚbut if youâre offering anything, why not take advantage of the offer?
âanything?â he asks, looking at you amused, âyou know, princess, anything is a dangerous offer. what if i asked to join? what if i asked to fuck you here in this office so your secret is safe?â
you blink up at him for a moment at his wordsâtheyâre a bit shocking. professor getoâŚdoesnât think this is wrong? clearly, he doesnât if heâs willing to take part. but that doesnât sound half bad. not even in the slightest.Â
theyâre a popular pair: professor gojo and geto are all people on campus ever talk about. those two professors who happen to be best friends. theyâre not much older than you eitherâcanât be past their early thirties, even if they donât look a day over twenty.Â
did you know they used to go to college together? i heard theyâve known each other since high school. apparently, they applied to work here together and only took the offer up once the other agreed. itâs all people ever gossip about when they mention them both. itâs always about how close they are, how deep their bond is, how there is never one without the other. and then, of course, there are thoseâŚthe less than appropriate comments you occasionally hear the other girls make. i bet professor gojo gives the best headâheâs always sucking on some lollipop. iâd let professor geto do nasty things to me while i read his literature books out loud to himâheâs too fine. i can take both of themâand i donât mean their classes.Â
itâsâŚnot exactly a bad offer that he gives you, you think to yourself. itâs an enticing one, in fact. you get to have them bothâprofessor geto isnât any less attractive than satoru andâŚand well, youâd really like for him to keep this a secret, so itâs a bit of a win-win. plus, youâre sure he wouldnât risk spilling such delicate information when it would put his career at risk, tooâit seems like the perfect leverage.
you look at your old literature professor with a nod as you murmur, âthen iâd say you should make sure to lock the door this timeâwe donât want to make the same mistake twice, do we?â
his eyes sparkle in amusement at that, a low chuckle falling from his pretty lips as he shakes his head at youâyouâre even better than he expected. satoru is so, so lucky heâs got to have you to himself all this time. itâs criminally unfair.Â
âhey,â satoru pouts from behind, still sitting in his chair and still painfully hard as his throbbing cock sits between his legs unattended. âyou both are forgetting about me,â he whines.
professor getoâor rather, suguru, you suppose, only looks at his best friend in amusement. ânow, satoruâwhat have i always told you about sharing? hereââ he walks over and pulls satoru to stand before taking the seat himself and patting his thigh as he looks at you with a sly grin, âwhy donât i get to feel your pussy, and satoru can have your mouth like before? then we both get what we want.â
âbossy as ever, suguru,â satoru chuckles, but thereâs something in his eyesâsomething darker and more excited than youâve ever seen them.
âget her ready for me,â suguru hums, fingers making quick work to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened cock. you canât help but stare, canât help but watch as he wraps his fist around his hardened length and runs his thumb through his slit with a low moan.Â
heâs not as long, but heâs thicker than satoruâyou can easily tell he wonât be any easier to take. you watch attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of his cock with this thumb as he strokes upward, rolling around his tip before stroking down and squeezing at the base. you watch his lips tug between his teeth, a soft moan ripping from his throat as he touches himself in the way he likes best.
youâll remember what he likes, you thinkâyou can sense this might not be your first and last opportunity to see suguru like this. and next time? well, next time, itâll be your hand touching his cock and pulling those pretty little sighs and groans from him instead of his own.
âeyes on me, sweetheart,â satoru hums, pulling you to stand before gently guiding your back to fall against his desk, fingers looping into your waistband and pulling your pants down your legs. you can hear the sharp inhale suguru takes as soon as the wetness of your folds is on display, as soon as your puffy clit and dripping pussy are there for him to see so clearly. âwatch carefully, suguru,â satoru grins, âsheâs pretty when she cums.â
âi can imagine,â suguru muses, âalright then. show me.â
instantly, satoruâs fingers are intruding into your cuntâitâs familiar, the sensation of his digits bullying past your folds and curling against your sweet spot. heâs already knuckles deep, already pressing the tips of his fingers into the back of your walls as far as theyâll go, spreading you open and scissoring you apart. it feels goodâit always does, and when his palm rolls across your clit? you canât help but let out a whiny moan that earns a groan from suguru as he fists his cock tighter.Â
âgod, she even sounds so pretty,â he pants, watching as satoruâs fingers slip in and out of your pretty cunt, at the way it all but sucks them in itself as it flutters around him. everything about you is perfectâbut your face is by far suguruâs favorite. the way it twists with pleasure as satoru slams his fingers against your spot mercilessly with every thrust of his wrist has him fighting off his orgasmâhis fist slowing down to a teasing edge as he grunts at the way he lets his pleasure die down for the sake of really feeling you.Â
âthat feel good, angel?â satoru asks, grinning down at you.Â
you nod quickly, head thrown back against the wooden desk as you stutter, ây-yesâŚs-so good, toru.â
âtoru?â suguru asks, âdo i get a nickname too? make sure you come up with one for me, yeah?â
itâs almost like you donât hear him, too busy on the way satoru drags along your walls with every time his fingers sink into you. âtoru, toruâs-slow down, âm g-gonnaâŚâ
âslow down?â satoru gaspsâhis pace only quickens at that as he gives you a mocking pout, âyou want me to slow down, sweetheart? you never ask me to slow down, itâs always faster, toru. faster, please! from you. you donât wanna give suguru the wrong idea, do you? heâll think i havenât taught you how to take it like a good girl.â
suguru snorts at that, slowly dragging his hand up and down his sensitive cockâitâs red at the tip, flushed, and leaky enough that itâs easy to tell heâs aching for release.
âhurry up, satoru,â he grits, biting his lip as he fights back another orgasm and stills his hand, keeping it tightened around the base of his length, âwe havenât got all day.â
âcanât rush making my pretty girl cum, suguru,â satoru gasps, âshe deserves the best. look at this pussyââ he gives pulls his fingers out to give your clit attention, rubbing your slick over the sensitive bud as you gasp, writhing over his desk, ââsee how perfect it is? you gotta treat it like that too.â
as if from his words alone, as if you get off on the way satoru praises your cunt to his best friend who watches you get stuffed to the brim with his fingers, you whimper before cummingâyour pussy fluttering around nothing, walls spasming and dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.Â
âtoruâtoru, âm cummingâŚcummingâoh,â you babble, thighs quivering as his thumb doesnât let up from your abused clit, watching as your hand reaches for his wrist weakly to halt his movements. ââs too much,â you sniffle.
âtoo much?â suguru gasps, âhow will you take me, then, princess? donât tell me youâre tapping out already?â
ânah,â satoru grins, chuckling, âsheâs got plenty left in her. she can take it.â with that, he hooks an arm under your waist and helps you sit up, leaning down to kiss you softly as you let out a muffled whine against his lips. âyouâre ready for suguru, arenât you, baby? prepped you nice and good to take him, didnât i?â
you nod, mumbling a soft, âuh huh,â in agreement.
âthatâs my good girl,â he coos, grinning as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead.Â
suguru, patient as ever with a stiff, aching cock standing between his muscled thighs, holds an arm out for you as he murmurs, âcâmere then, princess. canât back out of our deal yet, can you?â you walk over to him on wobbly legs, letting him pull you to sit on his lap, back flush against his chest as his hands guide your hips. he taps the head of his cock against your clit as he lines your entrance up with his length before pulling you to sit, slowly inching you down on him bit by bit as he gasps at the way you squeeze around him instantly. âh-holyâfuck, such a tight fuckinâ pussy. âs like i can barely even move,â he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder as he pants.
satoru walks over, staring down at you as youâre seated on suguruâs lap before cupping your cheek and rubbing over the soft skin with his thumb. âyou can take both of us, right sweetheart? youâre just too good not to, arenât ya?â
you nod eagerly, letting the tip of his cock tap against your lip, tongue moving to lick across his slit and make him groan. heâs painfully hardâcock swollen and neglected for so long, you almost forgot that heâs been waiting for your mouth to take him again after being interrupted. your jaw slacks as you let him thrust his hips and fuck his length into you, tip hitting the back of your throat as you choke around him.Â
âfuck,â satoru hisses lowly, biting his lip as his hands grab your hair and keep you in place while he ruts into your mouth, âfuck, baby. never get tired of how good this mouth feelsâtakes me so fuckinâ well. jusâ love feelinâ me down your throat, huh?â
you canât do anything but let out a muffled cry, feeling the fat tip of suguruâs cock nudge against your sweet spotâitâs just as effortless: the way he finds your most sensitive part. just as effortless as satoru. maybe thatâs why they get along so well, maybe theyâre connected in that way.Â
âoh, princess,â suguru moans, panting against your ear as he lets out a breathy moan, âfuck, thatâs goodâso, good. can hardly move with the way youâre squeezing me. greedy little pussy, isnât it?â
you whine as you feel his arm wrap around you, finger rolling over your puffy clit as his hips snap upwards and fuck into you, cock dragging along your walls and stretching you enough that you can hardly think straight. heâs bigâit feels like heâs almost splitting you open with his girth as his hips roll up and sink him deeper into your cunt.
âsheâsâŚsheâs perfect,â suguru pants, âkeepinâ this all to yourself? how selfish of you, satoru.â
âsheâs mine,â satoru whines, cock pushing past your lips as he speaks, the way your tongue glides along his vein making his cheeks flush as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open with a breathless moan. âsheâs too good to share with you. you d-donât deserve her.â
âyeah? and you do?â suguru chucklesâit sounds more like a labored pant, his breath harsh as he groans into your neck when you flutter particularly tightly around him, forehead falling to dig into your shoulder, âsheâs suckinâ me in. think she wants me. donât you, pretty girl? you want me to cum inside you, right? make you mine too?â
ây-yes,â you mewl, popping off satoruâs length as you whimper when suguru chuckles and gives your clit a light slap, back arching against him as he pushes his cock past your folds again, âyes, wanâ it. wanâ it so, so badâneed it.â
âsee,â he raises a brow towards satoru, âknew it.â
you can see the way satoruâs cock twitches at thatâat the way you fall apart on suguruâs lap as the latter digs his head into your shoulder as he breathes harshly, chasing his release desperately as he ruts into your slick pussy. you can see the way satoruâs tip is flushed a harsh red, leaking with pre cum as he aches to spill cum down your throat, so you let him push past your lips once moreâbut not before giving his tip a delicate kiss.Â
âsheâs my girl,â satoru grunts, âmine, mine, mineâknows how to make me cum. kn-knows how to take me so good, right baby?â
and as if to answer him, you suck around his tip, swallowing around his length and making him groan as his hips stutter and cum paints your throat white as it fills your mouth. you try to swallow every drop, try to take what he gives you as he fucks into you desperately and chases the pleasure of his high. thick, hot ropes of cum spill from the corners of your lips as satoru fucks his load into you, panting as his hips sloppily roll and work himself through his orgasm.
âthatâs right, sweetheart,â he groans lowly, âtake it, yeah? godâfuck, feels so good, baby. âm c-cumming.â
you make a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp as suguruâs thumb rubs harshly against your swollen clit, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans, hips just as sloppy as satoruâs in his pace that it tells you heâs close tooâand then he twitches into your pussy, cock burying into you once, twice, three more times before he groans too.
âgonna cum, princess? âcause âm gonna fuckinâ cumâfill you up and make you mine. you want that right? want me toâf-fuck, fuck âm close, so close,â he cuts himself off with a gasp, letting out a needy whine into your skin before spilling into you. you can feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint your walls as his tip nudges back into you and pushes his load as deep as he can.
and you fall apart too, coming undone a second time as your walls hug around him tightly, head falling back as you mewl a high pitched, âs-suguâc-canâtâŚâs too muchââ
âyou can take it, pretty,â he hums, âknow you can. youâre too precious not to, right?â
itâs messyâitâs downright filthy, in fact, the way his cum and your slick mix and drip along your inner thighs, making a mess on satoruâs chair. you pant as your pussy pulses around him before coming down from your high, falling slack in his arms against his chest as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your jaw.Â
âfuck,â he breathes, âyouâre something else. whoâd have thought my favorite little student from a previous semester could do all that?â
âisnât she a dime?â satoru chuckles proudly, reaching for the corner of your mouth with his thumb, collecting a stray drop of cum and pushing it back past your lips and onto your tongue, humming approvingly as you swallow. âprecious, isnât she?â
âof course,â suguru nods, with a grin, leaning to peck your shoulder, âso, tell me. which professor would you take again?â
satoru purses his lips as he glares. âthis isnât rate my professor, suguru. and donât get used to thiââ
âwell,â you hum, interrupting as you bat your lashes sweetly at both of them, âwhy i canât just take both of you again?â
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Tags: Toji x Reader, nsfw, mdni, breeding kink, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink
Synopsis: Toji loves fucking milfs. Send tweet.
An: I love how we all collectively as a fandom decided Toji is the nastiest mf out there. I just really feel like he is down w everything.
Toji thinks itâs adorable when youâre apologizing profusely for canceling plans on him again. Kidâs gotta come first, right? He knows that being a single mom is hard, and that you wouldnât be cancelling plans so often if you didnât have a kid.
He doesnât mind sitting with your kid while you take a while to get ready. He sits next to your son on the couch and plays xbox with him, telling you to take your time. He knows you donât get to get out too often. Hell, your kid probably doesnât know what a babysitter is because you never know how to take a break.
Toji finds you stunning as soon as you walk out of the bedroom in that sexy black dress. He doesnât even mind that your snot nose brat just killed him in whatever game they were playing. âHaha! I beat you!â Your son gloats. While you talk to the babysitter about what your kid can and canât have, he leans over towards your sonâs ear. âYeah, well, Iâm gonna go fuck your mom, so whoâs really winning?â
He has to practically drag you out of the house, placing his hand on the small of your back as a firm guide towards his car. He knows how badly you need âadult timeâ. Youâve complained plenty about only hanging out with your kid and having no social life.
His excitement grows as he watches you get tipsy off one glass of wine. You really donât get out much, do you? He carefully walks you back to his car after dinner, and youâre just gushing over your little brat back at home. Heâs had to stop you from calling the babysitter like 5 times to check up on him.
âToo busy takinâ care of everyone else, ma. Let me take care of you.â He mutters in your ear as he parks his car in the middle of nowhere.
Toji fucking loves the curves that come from childbearing, and donât even get him started on the stretch marks. Heâs a fiend when it comes to your full breasts that arenât as perky as they were before your son.
He adores how moms arenât afraid to get it on anywhere. They know the value of time, and they never know when another opportunity will arise. They take it when they can get it, and right now, youâre taking it in the back of Tojiâs car.
âMmmn~ shit. You swear youâre not a virgin?â He moans as your gummy walls squeeze tightly around his length. Youâd giggle at his comment if you werenât so full of his cock. You can only manage to let out a pathetic quiet whine.
âNuh uh, louder baby.â He instructs as he works on stretching your cunt out. âTonightâs all about you. Let me hear you.â A more confident moan falls from your lips from his words, and he grins behind you, loving the way you sound while you struggle to take him all in.
Toji has you face down ass up in his back seat. Your ass ripples with each time he plunges his thick cock in and out of you. The car fills with the nastiest noises straight from your sopping wet cunt. He swears to god moms always get the wettest. Their bodies are experienced, knowing more lubricant helps ease his cock in and out.
âFuuuck, ma. You feel so fuckinâ good.â He groans behind you as his hips continue to slap against your asscheeks. âMakinâ me want to breed this pussy for myself.â
âNgh~ T-Toji!â You cry out as your face is pressed to the leather of the seat. Your mouth is slightly agape, drooling everywhere from being so cock drunk.
âHm? What you think about that, ma? I could give you another little brat to raise.â The car creaks and rocks back and forth with each harsh thrust. His eyes are fixed on your juices that are pooling around the base of his cock.
âI- ⌠oh god, fuck~â You donât even have it in you deny him. His cock feels so fucking good; you donât want to say anything to make him stop. You need this.
Slap!
His hand connects with the fat of your ass as he swats at you. âNot an answer, ma.â He grunts as he leans his weight onto you, using it to his advantage against your poor sticky cunt. His large hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you down to the seat.
âB-breed me!â Your voice cries out in a tone youâve never heard before.
âThaaatâs it.â He drawls with a smirk as his hips start to pound harder. âGood girl. Usinâ your words like that fâme. Daddyâll give you what you want.â
Toji leans his head back, basking in the way your pussy is practically crying for him. Oh, the things flooding in his mind right now are downright fucking filthy. Thinking about how pretty youâd look pregnant with his kid. Thinking about giving your son a little sibling.
âOhh~ my g-god⌠pleaasee.. Iâm gonna come..â Your poor voice sounds so fucked out, your hips start to move, bouncing back against him while chasing your orgasm.
âFuck yeah, ma⌠Thatâs it. Fuck me back.â He praises as his hand starts to massage your pillowy ass. His lewdly balls are clapping against your clit, stimulating you as well as making the most erotic noises. âCum on daddyâs fat cock. Câmon. I know you can do it.â
Within seconds, your pussy is clenching around him, milking him for all heâs worth while your orgasm washes over you. âShiiiit~ ma.â He hisses as he has to force himself to keep thrusting. His cock is throbbing from how sensitive he is right now, on the brink of his orgasm.
âFuck. Toji, Toji, Toji..â You feel tears spring into your eyes as he continues to fuck you into oblivion. Overstimulated tears stroll down your cheeks as your body is so sensitive.
âKeep sayinâ my name, ma. Keep sayinâ daddyâs name.â He groans as he leans more into you, almost mounting you at this point. âNgh~ gonna put a baby in you, okay ma?â
âPleaseââ You hiccup as your body is continually getting wrecked.
A growl rips through his throat as he yanks your hips back into him, shoving himself as deep as your body will allow, and his cock pulses as he spills deep inside you.
Toji loves takinâ pretty mamas like you home after heâs finished ruining them. The way they half waddle and stumble back onto the house with his cum still nestled in their cute cunts. He imagines they try to sober up enough to kiss their kids goodnight before they get the best sleep of their life.
It ainât much, but itâs honest work for Toji. đŤĄ
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Heyy girl i love ur writing so much! Could i do a request of Father Charlie Smut, with him and reader who loves wearing short dresses and skirts but like sheâs innocent girl. She wears one during mass and he canât stop eyeing her the whole time.
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INNOCENT!reader x PRIEST!charlie đđ ŕŁŞË Ö´đ
SUMMARY, charlie canât take his eyes off of her while she wears those short skirts all the time. he realizes that she needs to be punished.
A/N, thanks for requesting!! hope you like it.
WARNINGS, smuttyyyy
Charlie stood at the altar, his voice steady as he read from the Bible. It was an ordinary Sunday mass, yet something felt off. His words were focused on the sermon, but his mind kept wandering, distracted by a presence in the crowd. A familiar one. He tried to ignore it at first, pushing through the scriptures, but every few minutes, his eyes darted back to the same spot.
There she was, sitting in the third rowâhis favorite girl. She had a way of turning heads without even trying.
Charlie noticed her as soon as she entered the church, the short, black skirt she wore clinging tightly to her legs. It was far from appropriate for a Sunday service, or for any visit to church. It wasnât just the lengthâbarely reaching mid-thighâbut the way she seemed completely unfazed by it, sitting there confidently, crossing and uncrossing her legs like the length didnât matter.
He could feel a tension rising inside him, an unfamiliar mix of emotions that tugged at his composure. Why had she worn that here, of all places?
As mass ended and people began filtering out, Charlie couldnât help but keep his eyes on her. He needed to say something, to address it before it gnawed at him further. With a sigh, he stepped down from the altar and walked toward her.
She was lingering by the restrooms, her usual smile playing on her lips. As soon as she saw Charlie approaching, her eyes brightened.
âCharlie,â she said warmly, tilting her head. âYour sermon was great today.â
âThanks,â he muttered, his tone a little more serious than usual. He paused, looking at her outfit up close, his brow furrowing. âcan we talk for a second?â
Her smile faltered just a bit, noticing the change in his mood. âSure,â she said slowly, stepping aside with him.
Charlie took a breath, keeping his voice low. âListen⌠I couldnât help but notice what youâre wearing today.â
She blinked, her brows raising in surprise. âWhat do you mean?â
âThe skirt,â he gestured awkwardly, his eyes darting to the hem that barely covered anything. âItâs⌠not exactly appropriate for church.â
She looked down at her outfit, as if she hadnât even thought about it before. Her expression was neutral, but there was a hint of something else in her eyesâmaybe defiance. âIs it bothering you?â
He shifted on his feet, unsure how to respond. âItâs just⌠This is a place of worship. People come here to connect with God, and I think what youâre wearing might distract from that. Not just for meâfor everyone.â
Her lips curled into a small smile, her voice softening. âAre you saying Iâm distracting you, Charlie?â
His face heated up at her teasing tone, but he forced himself to stay serious. âIâm not trying to make this personal. Iâm just asking you to be mindful of where you are.â
She studied him for a moment, her eyes searching his face as if weighing her next words carefully. âI didnât mean to cause a scene. Itâs just a skirt, Charlie. Canât help it if people stare.â
âI know that,â he sighed, running a hand through his hair. âBut people judge, whether we like it or not. And in a place like this, modesty is important.â
Her smile faded, her expression softening. She looked him in the eye, sensing the sincerity behind his words. âI didnât think it would be such a big deal. But⌠Iâll be more careful next time.â
He exhaled in relief, nodding. âThanks. I just want to make sure everyoneâs focus is where it should be.â
She gave him a playful nudge. âWell, maybe you just need to focus a little better.â
âYou think this is appropriate? Youâre drawing attention to the wrong thingsâ Charlie ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his cool. He knew he wasnât explaining it right, but the way she stood there, so confident in defying him, was only making his thoughts more muddled.
She cut him off, her eyes narrowing. âDrawing attention? Isnât that a you problem? Maybe youâre the one whoâs distracted, not me.â
Her words hit a nerve, and suddenly, everything Charlie had been holding back came flooding out. âYes, I am distracted!â His voice was louder than he intended, but it was too late to stop now. âDo you think itâs easy standing up there, trying to give a sermon, trying to focus on leading a mass, when youâre sitting there in the front row, wearing something that⌠thatââ
âThat what?â she pressed, her tone icy now.
Charlie swallowed hard, the confession finally spilling from his lips. âThat makes it impossible not to notice you. Every time I look out at the congregation, youâre the first person I see. And itâs distracting. Itâs not just about the skirt, itâs about⌠you.â
The air between them felt heavy with his words, and for a moment, She seemed stunned. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, processing what he had just admitted.
âYou know,â he began, his voice low and smooth, âI bet you like it when I give you my attention.â
Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt the color rise to her cheeks. She quickly looked away, trying to laugh it off, but her laugh came out awkward, a bit too high-pitched, betraying the nerves that were now crawling their way up her spine.
âWhat are you talking about?â she said, trying to sound casual, but her voice wavered. She could feel the heat in her face, the way her hands suddenly felt restless as she fiddled with the edge of the throw pillow beside her.
Charlie chuckled, leaning forward slightly, narrowing the distance between them. âYou do this thing,â he continued, his eyes never leaving her, âwhere you act like you donât care, like Iâm not getting to you. But I can see it.â His voice dropped lower, his tone almost teasing. âI can always see it.â
Her heart raced faster now, a dull thrum in her chest. She pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say. He wasnât wrong. Of course, he wasnât wrong. She hated that he could read her so easily, hated that she couldnât hide how his attention made her feel. Nervous, yes. But there was more to it than that, and she wasnât ready to admit what that was.
âYouâre full of yourself,â she finally managed, her words barely above a whisper.
Charlieâs smile widened, that maddening, knowing smile that only made her nerves worse. He leaned back again, but his eyes still held her captive. âMaybe. But Iâm not wrong, am I?â
She swallowed, trying to hold onto whatever was left of her composure. âYouâre imagining things,â she said, shaking her head, but even to her ears, the denial sounded weak.
âAm I? cause for some reason you always wear a skirt when your around me. Iâm not stupid. â he asked, his tone challenging now, as though daring her to keep denying it.
she looked away again, desperate to break the tension that was steadily building between them. But it was too late. His words had already burrowed into her mind, making it impossible to escape the truth she was trying so hard to ignore.
"Just admit it, already," Charlie said, his voice low and certain, sending a ripple of heat through her.
She swallowed, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she desperately tried to hold onto some sense of control. "Admit what?"
Charlie smirked, standing up from his spot and slowly walking toward her. He was too close now, his presence too overwhelming, the scent of his cologne filling the air around her. He stopped just inches away, his gaze holding hers captive, daring her to keep pretending she didn't know what he was talking about.
"You like it when I give you my attention," he said, his voice almost a whisper, but every word felt like it hit her with the weight of something inevitable. "You like it when I make you nervous."
Her breath caught in her throat. She could feel the heat rising in her face, the rush of adrenaline making her pulse quicken. She wanted to deny it, to brush off his words like she always did, but something about the way he was looking at her made it impossible to lie.
Charlie took another step closer, so close now that she could feel the warmth of his body radiating toward her.
She leaned back slightly, her back pressing against the wall as if it would give her some distance from the truth staring her in the face.
"Charlie, I-" she started, but the words got caught, tangled with her emotions.
He leaned in just a little more, his face inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. She could feel the tension between them building to a breaking point. His eyes softened, just a flicker of something raw and real underneath the teasing. And in that moment, she knew he wasn't going to let her hide.
"Admit it," he whispered, his voice so quiet, yet so commanding. "You wear those skirts for meâ
She hesitated for a split second, her heart pounding in her chest, her thoughts racing, before she finally let go. It was terrifying how right he was.
The way he made her feel, the way his attention seemed to pull her in, no matter how much she tried to fight it.
She couldn't keep denying it, not to him, and not to herself.
"I wear them for you," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible, but she knew he heard her.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Charlie's face, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them seemed to buzz with something electric, something inevitable.
Then, before she could overthink it, before she could take it back, Charlie's hand was at her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin as he tilted her face up to his. The world seemed to slow down, the room spinning away until there was only him, only them, in this moment they both knew was coming.
"Good," he murmured softly, his eyes locked on hers. "My naughty fucking girl."
And then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned down and kissed her.
It wasn't hesitant or unsure. His lips were warm, soft, yet firm against hers, and the moment they connected, something inside her melted. She felt herself lean into him, her hands instinctively finding their way to his chest, clutching his shirt like it was the only thing holding her upright.
The kiss deepened, his hand slipping into her hair, pulling her just a little closer. She could feel the tension unraveling between them, all the unspoken words and hidden feelings pouring out in that one perfect moment.
Everything else faded away-the nerves, the fear, the constant push and pull-until all that was left was the warmth of his lips on hers, the way his touch seemed to set her skin on fire.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other's. Neither of them spoke for a long moment, both caught up in the aftermath of what had just happened, of what had been building for so long.
He says, "I thought about you every single day after I met you for the first time," as he presses kisses to her cheek and slides his hands down her arms in a leisurely motion that mimics the path his wet lips followed on the way up.
She's trying to listen, but as they explore, the ache he's started between her legs feels like it's pulsating in her ears, and his hands are scratching her skin. He shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh before giving her another painful kiss and nips in between his low, hoarse confessions. âAlways thought about those fucking skirts you wore" When he traces his sharp nails from the inside of her knees up to the tops of my inner thighs, she gasps.
He presses his mouth to her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "No one compares to you," he mumbles, his voice lowering to a low pitch that turns her stomach. He presses his face against her head and lets out a deep groan as the fingers on one hand slide higher and higher until they draw a slow, agonizing stroke up her heat. The other hand smooths back up her stomach.
Her eyes roll closed and she can only hold her breath as her head lulls back. "All those times you teased me.. I think you deserve to get punished," he says forcing her to a wall.
He exhales, "Shit, you're soaking." She can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against her back as he lingers, slowly and indulgently stroking his fingers along her shamefully damp folds, avoiding where she really needs them. Nipping at the flesh on her neck, he mumbles against her, "Such a good girl for me, yeah?" she nods eagerly.
One of Charlie's fingers sneaks up and softly wraps around her throat, while the other eventually slides up to rest on the area that has been throbbing ever since he had her pinned to a wall. He maintains his lips tight against her ear, matching the pants pouring out of her, starting to circle his fingers around her clit in the same rhythm.
"Do you feel that?" He flicks her nerves more quickly and puts more pressure on them while rasping into her ear. âyour chest get tighter and your heart beating faster?"
She shifts her hips against him mindlessly, her mouth hanging wide, and she doesn't even know how she manages to say a breathless yes, but nevertheless, she manages. "How incredible that feels, you never want it to end?" He goes on, getting a closer hold on her throat, not tight enough to stop her breathing, but tight enough to pull a high-pitched groan out of her, taking her earlobe between his teeth. She panted out another yes and swallowed. "That's how I feel when you're around me, looking at me through your eyelashes- smiling at me. I can feel it in my bones."
She squirms, unable to keep still at the fire igniting inside of her, between what he's saying and what he's doing with his fingers, and her legs begin to shake. His loud, taunting voice reverberates around her, his untamed hair strewn about with strands falling in front of his hungry gaze. "No coming just yet, Angel. I need to taste you."
She can only fling her head back and hide a choked groan the moment he presses his lips to her warmth. He offers her one last slow, dimpled smirk as he wraps his arms around her thighs, holding onto her hips as he sits between her legs. His warm tongue flattens against her clit as his fingers bite into her skin while he lets a deep sigh that rumbles up through him and vibrates against her and she whine at the feeling.
Her back arches as she lets out wild cries that she can't control, and she's clinging to his hair for dear life as his tongue begins to circle and draw deft patterns against her nerves. Her senses are completely assaulted by the guttural moans and growls that are coming out of him as he relishes every response he receives from her. The stress within her was nearly too much for her to bear.
She cries out at the sensation as he his ring and middle finger enters her. The build-up to everything and the delicate way he's sucking and lapping at her pulsating core while his fingers coil inside of her to target that point that has her vision blurring are just too many sensations happening at once. He retracts his tongue while maintaining a fixed gaze on her. He accelerates the speed of his fingers, purposefully striking the area of her body that is producing such a strong pressure.
"Charlie" She exclaim, "What-What is, I don't know what's-oh fuck"; she squeezes her eyes tight, feeling a growing sense of violence inside of her. He examines her expression and quickens the tempo of his careful fingers. He purrs, encouraging her to go forward as he flicks his eyes down to watch his fingers thrust into her. "Don't worry baby, just go with it, it's okay, you're okay".
He moans as he continues to watch what he's doing. She begins to shake, her muscles contracting. She can no longer resist the sensation that her body is having a seizure and going into seclusion at the same time. "Charlie!" She throws her head back, arches off the wall, and yells until the pain tears through her like nothing she has ever experienced. When it finally fades, every part of her body feels as heavy as cement, and she nearly collapses on the ground, her chest heaving as she tries to take in as much oxygen as she can.
âNever wear that skirt again or youâll regret itâ
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