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Gojo F*xxing Satoru

Day 12 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Jujutsu Kaisen | Gojo Satoru x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, fluff, first time, virginity loss, big dick, cunnilingus, p in v sex, alternate universe - grad school, porn with some plot Prompts: First Times | "Where do you want me to cum?" A/N: How did this take me two and a half days to write?!?! Slightly off schedule for the rest of Kinktober, but will probably skip a few prompt days to even this out. May circle back after October 31 to finish any missing prompts, but we shall see :) ao3 link here.

Gojo Satoru was the bane of your existence.

Literally the bane of your fucking existence.

Because he was fucking perfect.

It was aggravating just how perfect he was: born to a wealthy family, star athlete, valedictorian, scouted by the top law firms in the country, all without breaking a sweat. Gojo Satoru had everything, the money, the jobs, the grades, the looks… the women.

It was disgusting how many women threw themselves at him, not that you could blame them. Not really. If you were anybody else, but you, you’d probably throw yourself at him too.

But you weren’t just anybody else. You were the perpetual number two. The salutatorian. No matter how hard you tried, how hard you studied, how hard you persevered, you could never hold a candle to Gojo fucking Satoru, not even in a mock courtroom arguing for or against a case.

So it was absolutely baffling when Gojo Satoru started pestering you. Out of all the women at Jujutsu Law College, the most prestigious law school in the country, which you worked your butt off to get into, you.

At first you thought it was just a coincidence. You attended the same law school. You had a fair number of shared courses. It was only logical you would interact with one another at some point during your grad school career, but then it became frequent, a multiple-times-a-day daily occurrence. You went to lunch in the school cafeteria – never on a fixed schedule… bam, Satoru… you went to the gym after a full day of classes to work out… bam, Satoru… you went to the gym mid-day because you had a free period – when you knew for a fact Gojo Satoru had class… bam, Satoru… you started the only internship offered to you at some small, no-name law firm… bam, Satoru.

It was getting to the point that you actually thought he might be stalking you with how frequently you ran into him around campus, off campus, way you-need-a-fucking-car-to-get-to off campus. It was uncanny and disturbing.

And of course every time you ran into him, he would relentlessly tease you with that ridiculous smirk of his, calling out to you as soon as he spotted you with his infuriating, “Yo, salutatorian” or “Yo, number two”, beelining towards you to brag about how he scored higher than you in Torts or Corporate Law or whatever other course you shared with him, ruffling your hair or resting his arm on the top of your head because, of fucking course, he was also freakishly tall.

Seriously, how could one person be so goddamn perfect?

It was one of those nights, when you were out with your best friend of two decades and fellow law school classmate, Ieiri Shoko, at some obscure, dingy bar that offered Thursday, ladies only, one dollar beers, where you again happened to see Gojo fucking Satoru striding in with his shock of unruly white hair, those stupid dorky sunglasses he wore all the goddamn time, and his usual expensive, brand name, black bomber jacket over a pristine white T-shirt.

You caught him in your peripheral, groaning as you saw his face light up when he caught a glimpse of you, making his way over easily through the crowd, which parted like the red fucking sea for him, that shit-eating grin plastered devilishly on his stupid handsome face.

“Oh, shit. Isn’t that Gojo?” Shoko asked, poking you incessantly.

You irritably sighed, swatting Shoko’s hand away. “Yes,” you replied flatly, glowering at your beer, your hopes of one fucking day without seeing your academic rival dashed to pieces.

“Yo, number two!”

God fucking damnit.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“I should be saying the same to you,” you muttered darkly into your beer.

“Yo, Ieiri.”

“Hi, Gojo.” Shoko greeted him, but you knew her well enough to hear the squeal of excitement hidden under the smooth facade of her greeting.

You didn’t have to see Shoko’s face to know how brightly her eyes were shining, trying to catch yours subtly without giving herself away. You downed the rest of your beer, knowing you were going to need another one – or four – to deal with Gojo Satoru’s shit tonight.

“Whatcha drinking?”

You almost spat out your beer. Gojo’s face loomed right in front of yours, so close you could make out the black specks in his brilliant clear blue eyes peering at you over his sunglasses.

“What the fuck, Gojo?!” you choked out, coughing, having swallowed the beer before you sprayed him, but having swallowed so quickly a portion of it went down the wrong tube.

“Satoru.”

“Gojo,” you stressed, pushing his forehead back with your finger, “do you mind?”

“Satoru.” He pouted, but thankfully withdrew. “Whatcha drinking?”

“Pilsners,” Shoko interjected, not fully understanding what exactly was happening between the two of you, but understanding enough to be amused.

“I got next round.”

You exhaled as you watched him walk away.

When did you even start holding your breath?

“So…”

“Don’t.” You glared at Shoko, who had the most sly, impish twinkle in her eye, warning her not to continue.

“What’s going on with you and Gojo?”

You sighed heavily, a regular occurrence whenever Gojo Satoru was involved, bringing your glass to your lips, grimacing when you remembered you were out of alcohol. “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“Shoko…”

Shoko looked at you innocently, shrugging as if she had no idea what you were going on about. “I’m just saying… it looks like he’s flirting with you.”

You snorted. Flirting with you. Hilarious.

“He’s not flirting with me. He’s torturing me. Rubbing in my face how I’m just ‘number two’.”

“Mm… that’s not what it seems like to me. You don’t buy beers for someone you’re torturing.”

“You do if you’re flaunting your wealth,” you darkly quipped.

“At some dingy bar on one dollar beer night? Yeah, big spender.”

You massaged your temples with your middle finger and thumb. “Shoko, can we not?”

“Fine.” Shoko threw up her hands, backing off albeit reluctantly. “I’m just saying. You don’t treat someone like that unless you like them”

You scoffed. “Don’t make me laugh.”

Gojo Satoru liking you? Please. There was no way Gojo Satoru had a crush on you. That was ridiculous. He had a majority of the women at Jujutsu Law College falling over their feet for him, why would he want you?

Not that you wanted him either.

Something cold pressed against your cheek.

“Pilsner for my salutatorian?”

Gojo Satoru was holding a new, full pint of beer up against the side of your face. Scowling not-so-subtly, you reached for the glass. While you were loath to accept something from Gojo Satoru, beer was beer, and it would be a crime not to drink it.

And god could you use it.

“Ah, shit,” Shoko suddenly exclaimed. “I forgot I had a thing.”

You frowned. “Thing? What thing?”

“The thing.” Shoko gestured with her hands. “The thing I told you about. The thing.”

You stared at her, confused as to what she was going on about. “What thing? You’re the one who wanted to come out tonight.”

Shoko pulled on her jacket, gathering her phone and her purse. “I gotta go. Gotta go do the thing.”

“What– You’re leaving me on my own in some dingy ass bar?” You narrowed your eyes at her accusingly, fairly certain that she did not actually have a thing that she needed to attend to.

Shoko gave you a lopsided grin. “But you’re not alone. You’ve got Gojo.” She turned to the freakishly tall, laidback individual beside you. “You’ll make sure she gets home, yeah?”

“Of course.”

“Great.” Shoko hugged you, bringing her mouth to your ear. “Have fun.” She pulled away, giving you a wicked grin and a wink, leaving you gaping after her as she disappeared into the crowd.

What the fuck just happened?

Did Shoko seriously just abandon you, leaving you alone with Gojo fucking Satoru in some bar?

You chugged your beer, finishing it in record time before Gojo Satoru even had a chance to start drinking his.

“Uh… You sure you can handle that?”

He was observing you, his arrogant smirk still present, his own glass halfway to his lips, but there was a hint of something else, something unfamiliar and foreign, something… soft?

No, not soft. Knowing him, it was probably something condescending like pity or belittlement.

“I can handle it,” you snapped, and eyeing the second beer in his other hand, you added, “Is that Shoko’s beer? You gonna drink it?”

You reached for the extra beer, but he held it above his head, way out of your reach.

“Nuh uh. I don’t think you can handle it, lightweight.”

He was looking down his perfect, chiseled nose at you, the taunt blatantly apparent on his face, mocking you.

“Believe it or not, Gojo, I can handle my alcohol so will you please…” you stood on your toes swiping for the beer, “... just give…” you jumped, “...me the goddamn…” another swipe, “...beer!”

You lightly panted, having failed to procure the beer you wanted from above his head.

Seriously, how was he so fucking tall?

Even on the very tip of your toes, the top of your head barely came to his chin

“Satoru.”

Exasperated, you lost it, yowling like a feral cat, your brows knitting together, creating deep, firm grooves on your forehead. “What. Does. It. Matter?”

Gojo finished his beer, placed the glass down on a nearby table, and then flicked you square in the forehead.

“Ow!” you yelped, rubbing furiously at the red mark you were sure was growing above your brow. “What the hell, Gojo?”

Gojo sighed. “Sa–to–ru. And it matters to me.” He ruffled your hair, turning your carefully blow dried curls into a tangled mess.

You dodged his hand, glaring at him. “You don’t tell Shoko to call you Satoru.”

“Ieiri’s not you.”

Scowling, you brushed your fingers through your hair, trying to undo some of the knots he created. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it means.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It makes perfect sense, you’re the thick one for not getting it.”

Gojo brought Shoko’s beer – your beer – to his lips, downing the entire pint in three large gulps.

Watching his Adam's apple bob up and down, something in you finally snapped, all the moments of him relentlessly taunting you about being second place, teasing you about how short you were, stalking you around campus, one-upping you in mock court runs, all erupting into an explosion of something downright deranged.

“Gojo–”

“Satoru.”

“Gojo, for the love of god, shut up.”

You grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, and with as much strength as you could muster, hauled him towards you crashing his lips down onto yours. Gojo froze for a second, stunned, before pushing back, lips moving against yours with a hungry intensity. His tongue darted along the crevasse between your closed lips demanding to be let in, and you acceded, parting your mouth for him to slip in. The kisses deepened, your fingers curling even tighter around the fabric of his jacket, breathless sighs escaping in between kisses. Somewhere in the torrent of kisses, his sunglasses came off and his hands found themselves twisted in your hair, intertwining your curls between his fingers.

Breaking for air, you released your hold on Gojo’s jacket, rocking back on your heels and pulling away, keeping your eyes averted towards the ground.

Fuck. Just… fuck. What the fuck have you done?

Biting back a self-deprecating groan, you closed your eyes, taking a shaky deep breath in and letting it out slowly.

“Gojo,” you hesitantly started, threading your fingers together, for the first time in your life, not quite sure what you wanted to say to him. None of your bravado remained. All you knew was that you would have to see him again on Monday in class, and the last thing you needed was for things to be awkward or for him to hold whatever this was over your head.

“It’s Satoru.”

Your eyes snapped to Gojo’s as he spoke. There was a forceful edge to his husky voice, a commanding presence, one that he rarely displayed outside of the courtroom. Your breath hitched at the way he was just staring at you, his eyes dark and turbulent, storming with need and want.

“Sa–” you cleared your throat, the feel of his first name foreign in your mouth, “Satoru.”

Satoru acknowledged you with a hum of approval, the corners of his lips flicking up into the start of what could be a smile.

Your mouth felt parched. You were shivering at how intensely he was staring at you, at how his hypnotizing cerulean eyes were reeling you in, mesmerizing you until everything other than the infuriating man in front you faded away.

He grazed his lips along the outline of your shoulder and up your neck until they reached your ear, electric tingles crawling from where he touched, jolting down your spine. “You wanna get outta here?”

You nodded slowly. Your mind was hazy and dazed, drowning in Satoru’s eyes, barely able to put together a single intelligent thought to save your life.

How have you never noticed just how gorgeously blue his eyes were before?

“Come on.”

Satoru took your hand, interlocking your fingers between his. Your hand felt so small in his hand, cradled in his broad palm, his body heat radiating up your arm.

The tension between the two of you was thick and supercharged, heavy and tumultuous, on the verge of a catastrophic eruption – coming out of the bar, in the taxi ride back to your apartment, in the elevator going up to your floor, down the hallway to the door of your unit, as you input your code into the lock and the door clicked open.

When the door opened, it was like a switch flipped in Satoru’s brain. His lips were on you faster than you could react, tasting you with his tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip. His dizzying onslaught of kisses came so rapidly, you barely had the presence of mind to make sure you closed your front door and locked it before stumbling through the foyer, wrapped in his embrace.

Keeping his lips locked with yours, he fumbled to remove his jacket, yanking his arms out of the sleeves, dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. Your fingers teased the hem of his shirt, slipping under and feeling his muscles ripple under your fingertips, feeling for the first time just how lean he was.

Holy fuck.

You knew he was muscular. You’d seen him engaging in casual sports with other members of your law class, seen the hem of his shirt ride up when he raised his arms or wiped his face, but feeling it for yourself was different than just catching accidental hints.

Feeling your hands grabbing at his torso, Satoru tugged his shirt off, also throwing it to some random corner of your apartment.

“Where’s the… bedroom?” Satoru murmured in between kisses, tugging at your waist, grabbing a handful of your hair.

You burst into laughter, continuing to kiss him as you shook against his chest. “Satoru, I live in a studio.” Maneuvering him towards the wall, you flipped the switch flooding the room with light.

Satoru blinked, squinting as his eyes re-adjusted to the light, pausing from his titillating ravishment of your lips to quickly survey the small room you called your home.

“My bed’s over there,” you whispered, guiding his chin in the direction of your modest double-sized bed.

Satoru hiked you up without warning, forcing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist, an unexpected yelp squeaking out. He strode over to the bed, covering the distance quickly given how long his legs were, and tumbled onto the soft mattress with you still in his arms, beginning another dizzying wave of an unyielding assault of his lips, but this time they roamed down your neck, along your collarbone, planting themselves on every inch of exposed skin he could reach.

His lips were like fire on your skin.

Your legs were hooked around his thighs, and your hips ground into him every time he lit another part of you on fire, evoking small groans from Satoru.

“Take my shirt off,” you breathlessly moaned into him, wanting to feel his body heat burn against your bare skin.

Satoru was only happy to oblige, removing himself from you only long enough to pull both your shirt and bralette over your head and to admire your heaving chest. He cupped them in his large hands, planting his needy mouth over your pert nipple.

Ah, fuck.

An electric zing ripped through you when he rolled your sensitive peak gently with his teeth.

Oh heavenly fuck.

His hands were kneading, pinching, squeezing, while his mouth was pulling, biting, sucking, and the combination had you writhing in his hands. Your hips were gyrating into the firm bulge in his jeans, the friction against your pelvis delectable.

“Fuck, saluta–”

“You know my name, Satoru.”

Satoru groaned your name, a shaky growl on the edge of the last syllable, shuddering when your hips jerked and painfully dragged along the length of his clothed erection. “Fuck, I wanna taste you.” He reached for the waist of your tight jeans, undoing the button quickly, pulling down the zipper, sliding his hand under the fabric.

Your eyes, which were closed in euphoria, snapped open, and in a panic, you grabbed his wrist before he could delve even further.

“Wait.”

Satoru stopped. He looked up from where he had just been worshiping your chest, brows furrowed with concern. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s–” You bit your lip, the words sitting heavily in your throat.

“What’s wrong?” Satoru propped himself up higher, the hand on your stomach rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

“I’ve…” you took in a shaky breath, “I’ve…”

Supporting himself on one forearm, Satoru cupped your cheek, his gorgeous, azure blue eyes peering down at you softly. “What is it?”

You swallowed, finding yourself drowning in those stupid eyes again, your stomach in knots from the anxiety of the words you were about to say. “I’ve… never done this before.”

His brows wrinkled, not following what you were trying to convey. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never done–” you gestured to his lap “–this before.”

“I don’t under–” Satoru’s eyes widened, the meaning of your words hitting him. “Oh… Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You felt yourself blush seeing his reaction to your admission. You chewed on your bottom lip, anxiously wanting him to say something. Anything. You had never admitted this to anyone before, not even Shoko, though she likely already knew that you were still a virgin. She did have a front row seat to all of your sparse romantic entanglements.

Gojo Satoru for the first time in all the time you’d known him was silent.

“S’toru?” you hesitantly asked, prodding the stunned man hovering above you.

He blinked, coming out of whatever trance he was in, an expression you couldn’t read crossing his face. “We can stop if that’s what you want.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“You sure?”

You nodded, holding your breath.

“You’ve had a couple of drinks, I don’t think–”

You scoffed. “Satoru, I’m not drunk, let alone tipsy.”

“I– Are you sure?”

You looked straight into his eyes. “Yes. I want to do this.”

In all the years of wondering when and how you would lose your virginity, you never imagined it would be like this. With him. But you did want this. Badly. You wanted him right here, right now, virginity and rivalry be damned.

“You won’t regret this?”

Jesus Christ, even when he was tender he was infuriating.

You threw your head back, a long, drawn-out, frustrated groan exploding out of you. “Oh my god, Go– Satoru, no, I will not regret this. Will you please just fuck me?”

Satoru blinked, and then he was capturing you in a passionate, toe-curling kiss, caressing your cheek. He sat upright, sliding the last remaining articles of your clothing down your legs, grazing you softly with his fingertips, and then he sat there, mouth open, drinking in the sight of you under him.

“Satoru?”

“Uh, yeah, gotta… gotta get you ready for me.” He gave you a lopsided grin, and gently palming your thighs, settled in between your legs, quietly groaning as he inhaled your scent. He pressed a murmur of a kiss on your clit, and sensing the nervous tension in your thighs, he squeezed them reassuringly. “You gotta relax.”

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder.”

You clicked your tongue. Smart ass.

But his quip didn’t hold his usual teasing sass, and you focused on releasing the tension in your tight muscles. Which, as you found out, turned out to be easy. Because you turned into jelly the moment Satoru ran his tongue along your slit and up to your clit.

You sharply gasped. You might be a virgin, but you weren’t a stranger to pleasure having learned how to stimulate yourself with your fingers and the occasional toy, but this…

You arched your back as he flicked the tip of his tongue over your swollen, sensitive bud.

This was nothing compared to how you satiated yourself alone in your bed at night on those occasional moments you needed release.

This was bliss.

You felt him snicker against your cunt. “So wet for me…”

You had half a mind to swat at his head, but he sucked down hard, and whatever thoughts you had of wanting to slap him flew out of your head, reacting to his sinful mouth by twisting your hands in his unruly hair instead. He grunted when you inadvertently pushed him in closer, your thighs clamping against the sides of his head, hips bucking up with each jolt of electricity buzzing through your center.

“Goddamn, girl.” But he didn’t let go, continuing to devour your quivering cunt with the desperation of a man deprived. “So fucking wet.”

You squirmed, the sensation of him mouthing you, lapping at your folds, circling the entrance of your pussy, spinning into an intense whirlwind.

“That’s it,” Satoru instructed, feeling how your muscles were clenching and releasing rapidly. “Let go. Cum for me.”

Everything within you pulled taut, tightening into a pressure cooker of overwhelming ecstasy, bursting violently in an explosion of strangled cries moaning Satoru’s name, your back lurching off your bed, stars swimming in your blackened vision.

And as the explosion roiled through your trembling body, Satoru continued to tantalize every inch of you between your thighs, firmly holding your erratically bucking hips in place, until you softened into a quivering mess.

“Geez, number two, didn’t know you could scream like that.” Satoru smugly smirked, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

“Don’t call me that,” you mumbled, flushing from the embarrassment of how hard you just unraveled for him. “Aren’t you a little too dressed to fuck me?”

“Want me that badly, huh?”

But the speed at which he kicked off his own jeans and briefs betrayed how much he needed to be buried deep inside you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when he sprang free.

It wasn’t as if you’d seen many dicks in your life outside of movies or TV, but fuck… Satoru wasn’t just big… He was big. The man was fucking blessed.

Without meaning to, you whimpered, your stare fixated on his blessed appendage, wondering how the hell it was going to fit into your virgin cunt.

“That’s not going to fit.”

“I’ll go slow, don’t worry.”

Your eyes flickered from his dick to his surprisingly gentle face, a grimace of distrust written all over yours. “Satoru, you’re too big, I–”

“Sweets,” Satoru calmly said, gazing gently into your eyes with assurance. “It might hurt a bit, but I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

You swallowed thickly, but you nodded. Satoru smiled, a genuine smile absent of any teasing, and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Let me know if you need to stop.”

Another nod.

Satoru positioned himself at your entrance, sliding the remnants of your climax along his erection. He pushed gently, slowly sinking his tip in past the tight entrance.

You hissed, the sudden sensation of yourself stretching to accommodate him deliriously painful in the best way. Satoru waited patiently for you to adjust to him, and when you relaxed, he painstakingly slowly pushed further in, inch by inch.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah,” you rasped.

Satoru was shaking, the exertion of holding himself up not to crush you, controlling himself to sink in slowly, forcing him to hold a static position for a prolonged period of time. He was concentrating so hard, the tip of his tongue poked out from the corner of his mouth.

Had Satoru always been this adorable?

Or maybe his dick was just that magical, making you think the most infuriating man alive on this planet was adorable.

Satoru sank in another inch. You groaned. He was stretching you out, dragging along your walls as he sank in, filling you to a fullness you didn’t even know existed.

“Are you not in yet?”

Satoru paused, letting out the most indignant exhale of air. “Are you serious right now?”

You stifled a giggle, but you weren’t trying to be silly. It was sweet how Satoru was taking his time for you, but you wanted to feel him, buried to the hilt, filling you overwhelmingly so that he was all you could think about.

Fuck it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly, hurling his hips into yours for the last couple of inches.

Satoru swore under his breath, but you barely heard him. That last forceful push in meant his tip barreled into your cervix, and fuck… fuck, did that hurt.

Tears welled in your eyes from the dull ache throbbing in your lower belly.

Satoru brushed your hair back, keeping his hips as still as he possibly could. “Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed. “Breathe, breathe.”

A tear slid down your cheek, which Satoru wiped away. You gasped, breathing heavily as you waited for the ache to dissipate, focusing on the air entering your lungs and exiting through your mouth.

“Why’d you do that? Should’ve let me handle it,” Satoru fussed, rubbing soothing circles in your skin and placing gentle kisses on your cheeks.

“I wanted to feel you,” you wheezed, feeling like a downright idiot, but also pleased with how fully buried he was in your warmth. “But you’re too fucking big.”

“Tch… silly girl,” Satoru grumbled, but the corners of his mouth twisted upwards. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to start moving now, is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

Satoru brushed his lips on your forehead where he flicked it earlier that night, and without taking his eyes off of you, started with tiny, slow thrusts. He was barely moving, but even his tiny thrusts were sinfully divine. You rolled your hips with his, wanting more.

“Fuck,” Satoru hissed. “I can’t hold back if you squeeze me that tight.”

“Don’t.”

Satoru broke. He laced his hand with yours holding it tightly above your head, and drove into you frenetically, nuzzling his mouth into the crook of your neck, nipping the soft skin. The heat between your writhing bodies all-consuming, a blazing inferno caught in the dizzying tornado of passion.

You clung to him, deep, thready moans tumbling from your lush, parted lips.

“Satoru…”

“Keep saying my name.”

You whispered his name, the pressure of him moving inside you filling you with a torrential flood of euphoric sensations, reducing you to a puddle of whimpers under his powerful, frantic thrusts. His strokes were unbearably hot, waves of searing pleasure overtaking you, receding and building, incensed by the obscene grunts escaping him.

“I– fuck.” Satoru bit your shoulder hard, growling unrestrained, primal. “Where do you want me to cum?”

It was a bad idea. It was quite possibly one of the worst ideas you’ve had in a while, but it didn’t matter, you wanted to feel him, you wanted him to claim you as his, you wanted him to mark you with his animalistic need.

“In– inside…”

Satoru let out a long maddening moan, so full of his desire, pouring into you in a frenzy, you hit your peak, pulsating around him desperately, unraveling at the sensation of his burning cum coating you inside in erratic bursts.

The two of you shook against one another, heaving as the cloud of ecstasy receded and your breaths calmed to normal. Satoru slumped to his side, pulling you into his chest, pressing a light kiss to your temple.

He chuckled, still wrapped in the hazy aftermath of your shared bliss. “I’ve wanted to do that forever.”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Geez, miss number two,” he grinned down at you, “do I really gotta spell it out for you? Thought you were smarter than that.”

“Don’t call me that,” you retorted. “Spell what out for me?”

Satoru grumbled something you couldn’t quite catch, yelping when you pinched his side, but wrapped his arms around you even tighter, sighing. “It means, I’ve had a crush on you since last year.”

Oh… Your eyes bugged when it sank in. Oh.

Gojo fucking Satoru had a crush on you.

You.

Out of all the women you knew he could choose from…

You.

Your face grew uncomfortably hot. Embarrassed, you buried your face in his chest. You felt Satoru shift, squirming at your silence.

“Say something, will ya? Before this gets more awkward?”

You bit back a groan. “I–” Fuck, you weren’t ready for this. “I think… I think I like you too,” and because you were so embarrassed and upset with how fucking smooth he was, you added, “when you’re not pissing me off.”

Satoru snickered. “So, like we dating now or what?”

“I– I guess?”

“What do you mean by I guess?”

Satoru sounded downright offended. Cute.

“Yes, we’re dating,” you clarified, grumbling that he was making you spell it out for him. “Especially if I get your magical dick all to myself.”

“Magical dick, huh?” Satoru chuckled. “So, miss number two–”

“You really need to stop calling me number two.”

This whole thing was madness. God, Gojo Satoru drove you fucking insane. In more ways than one.

“What should I call you then?”

Brat.

You rolled your eyes. “How about just my name?”

Satoru hummed, the gears in his head turning. “I know, I’ll call you my number one.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he craned down to meet your eyes, glittering with a mischievous sparkle, “you’re number one in my heart.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Ugh. Fucking Gojo Satoru.

Feeling your blush deepen, you buried yourself into his chest again, rubbing into the space between his pecs ferociously. “You’re so fucking cheesy, S’toru.”

“Admit it, you fucking love it.”

You knew that tone of voice. It was the one that came out when he had that adorable boyish grin on his face.

“No,” you grumbled.

But you did. You fucking loved it.

Not that you’d ever admit it.

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red-ropes-of-avalon · 1 year ago

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Sukuna is the kinda guy who demands you get the proper amount of respect and will fight for you if it's not given. Absolutely nobody gets away with taking anything that's yours and claiming it as their own- because what's yours is also his.

Modern AU Blurb:

You were always rather unfortunate with lab partners when it was up to luck of the draw. Being a woman in STEM was never labeled as easy, and while your beloved boyfriend was as helpful as possible he couldn't take that burden away. Being a business major meant he knew all the excel tips and tricks, so he helped when he could. While you had never foreseen dating your roommate's older brother, it was an interesting dynamic. Anything you accomplished brought him pride, for your achievements were his too.

Finals week in your room was hectic- your direct roommate Nobara had her interior design papers everywhere. Some pinned on the wall, others strewed all over the floor. Your own Biochem notes sprawled all over a calendar whiteboard. Megumi and Yuji's room was a mess on only one side- Megumi's sources for an English paper written neatly on the whiteboard with checks next to the ones he has cited from, while Yuji's side generally always looked like a bomb had been dropped but now with added notes sprawled around. You were sprawled on the floor writing out an assignment for your Biochem lecture while Nobara sat at her desk above you.

Your email pinged- an email from your lab partner. You inwardly groaned not wanting Nobara to pick up on your distress. He had been emailing you all day for the final project that you'd be presenting tomorrow. The problem though was you had found out he had been using your excel file for the whole semester. All of the hours trying to bullshit excel into working, and all of Sukuna's help had been being used by him. Normally this wouldn't bother you but he was using it and claiming it to be his own work- taking all of the credit for your hard work. You flipped your phone down and turned your notifications off trying to focus on the paper you had to read.

You didn't even realize how many hours you had been working on this paper until Yuji was standing in the doorway. "Yo Y/N are you ok?" Looking up at Yuji you tilted your head slightly, confused why he was asking. "Sukuna's been texting you and you haven't responded. He's calling me and yelling at me." Your eyes widened, how long had you been laying here struggling to read this paper on PEPCK. "He's already on his way over here now. Just I guess be ready to explain why you weren't answering." You nodded quietly and began racking your brain for an excuse. You could say you were doing work, but that usually never warranted you turning on Do Not Disturb. If you told him about the actual problem he could blow it into something more than it's worth. You didn't even notice Yuji had disappeared from the door and Nobara stepped out.

Before your mind could stop running in frantic circles, Sukuna was now hulking in your doorframe. "Hey twerp, why weren't you answering me? Almost gave me a goddamned heart attack."

"Aw you missed talking to me did you?" You teased hoping to distract him.

"No dodging the question brat. You never turn your notifications off, so spill." Sukuna's eyes felt like they were piercing into your soul. You couldn't hide anything from him. His perception rivaled his intelligence even.

"I have a final presentation tomorrow for my Biochem lab. I have to do it with my lab partner and he's just been overwhelming me with emails. And...and I just found out he's been taking all the calculations I've been doing in the excel. Y'know the ones I need your help with sometimes because they take hours trying to get excel to work..." you trailed off eyes down.

"What are you going to do about it then twerp? Because if I don't get a good answer I'm taking that laptop and I'm sending an email to the professor for you."

"I was going to talk to her in person before we have to present. I'm just...y'know nervous." Sukuna sighed lowering himself to sit beside you on the floor, pulling you into him.

"If the professor doesn't handle it, I'll make sure someone else does. Now let me see this presentation. I'm assuming you made it since your one of the few competent individuals I know so this better be good." You smiled softly, switching tabs to the presentation you had formatted. The other group members had all their data in, and your heart dropped to your stomach when you found screenshots of your excel sheet placed in. Sukuna just ruffled your hair distracting you from the panic filling your heart. "At least you know the data is right, don't work yourself up over this or else you'll mess up your part. Don't forget what's yours is mine so you gotta make me proud."

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I wrote this while upset because I found out my lab partner has been using my excel sheet all semester and taking credit for all my work hahah. Love being a woman in STEM.

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 1 year ago

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Stuffed Heart 🧸

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: How's your year going so far?? I'm so sorry for just disappearing for two weeks 😭 I was so goddamn tired, and I just didn't have the energy to write. I'll be working on your requests immediately, I promise!! To get back in and as a little apology, have this 🩷

~ Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: fluffy omfg, this might be completely ooc for Leon, but it's cute, so it gets a pass.

《Word count》: 1.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

Masterlist ✨️

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"Promise you won't laugh at me?"

"Baby, why would I ever laugh at you?"

You chewed on your lip, your brows pulled together while your hands were behind your back. Today was the first night you'd spent in your new shared apartment together.

You were beyond excited, but you were embarrassed of your sleeping habits, having them be deemed childish by many other people. And the last thing you wanted Leon to see you as was childish.

Sure, you'd spent nights together; most of them at his place. And when you did spend them at yours, you always made sure to stuff your embarrassing secret into the farthest depths of your closet.

You loved Leon more than anything, and the fact that you were thinking he would look at you weird or even laugh at you made the guilt in your stomach bubble up. He was the kindest person you knew, and he was your boyfriend. He wouldn't think of you differently. Right?

"Because it's embarrassing..." you mumbled, your head hanging low.

Leon raised a brow at you. He was seated on the edge of your bed, already dressed in his sleep attire, as were you.

"Sweetheart, whatever you're hiding behind your sweet little self, I can assure you, is not embarrassing. We're in a relationship, being embarrassed around each other is off the table." He chuckled, making a faint smile tug at your lips.

"C'mere." Leon spread his thighs a little and beckoned you to slot between them with a motion of his hands.

Sighing softly, you shuffled over and stood between his legs, your bottom lip joting out in a small pout. His strong arms snaked around your hips.

"I love you, alright? There's nothing you can pull out from behind your back that would make me love you any less. I promise you." Leon said, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"And I don't want to rush you, but I'm dog tired and I just want you in my arms."

He did look tired. There were subtle bags under his eyes, and he had been yawning from to time. His eyes were half lidded, and he had that hazy, goofy grin on his face that you loved so much.

You felt bad for keeping him up, knowing how hard and gruesome his work was. You caved with a sigh.

"Okay..." you started to move your arms from behind your back, a still unsure expression on your face. Your hands settled in front of your stomach, a soft animal plushie in each hand.

Leon's heart swelled when he saw the faint blush on your cheeks and your little soft friends in your grasp. In your right was a light brown bear with a little striped heart on its chest, and in your left was a white bunny with floppy ears and a pink nose.

His smile grew as he inspected the plushies. You were absolutely adorable in his mind, and this had just solidified that fact in his heart as well. God, you were so precious.

You were embarrassed because you owned and presumably wanted to sleep with your beloved stuffies? He swore he felt his heart grow in size as you took over even more of it.

"This... This is what you were embarrassed about?" He asked gently, a sweet grin on his face.

"I mean... yeah. I know it's childish and maybe even weird but-" Leon interrupted you with his thumb over your lips as he cupped your cheek.

"S'not childish or weird. I think it's really cute, actually."

"You do?" You asked in slight disbelief, your shoulders dropping.

"I do. Now, are you gonna introduce me to your friends?" He smiled, rubbing circles into the back of your thighs. An inevitable smile broke out on your face as you held your pluhsies a little higher so they were at eye level with Leon.

"This," you lifted the fluffy bear just a little,"is Honey. And this is Rosie." You said softly, the soft ears of the bunny moving with your movement.

"Nice to meet you, ladies." he said politely, taking their small paws and shaking them. He had to take them between two fingers as his hand could engulf them whole.

"I hope you took good care of my girl, yeah?" You had to stop yourself from squealing and giggling. This was the most adorable interaction you'd ever witnessed and it was between your stuffed animals and your boyfriend.

"Can they stay?" You questioned timidly, still insecure about your plushies despite the obvious positive response from Leon.

"Bold of you to assume they're allowed to leave." He grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes, swiftly pulling you on top of him, successfully trapping both Honey and Rosie between the two of you. You giggled when you fell onto his chest, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed.

"Oh wow, they're really snuggly." His words were muffled, his face nuzzling against the soft tops of their heads that were peaking out from underneath you.

Before you could respond and tell him that you take very good care of them because they mean a lot to you, he whispered another phrase, so quiet you could've missed it.

"They smell like you, I love them." It made your heart melt. It was a sleepy ramble, a dazed confession as his eyes started to fall shut.

"M'sorry for keeping you up, Baby." You whispered, brushing some of his stray blonde strands out of his face. Leon mumbled something that resembled a simple 'S'okay', tightening his arms around your middle. He did eventually maneuver your little cuddle pile further onto the bed until his head finally hit his soft pillow.

He'd refused to let go of you, making the moving of the cuddle pile a little inconvenient as he shimmied his body up the bed with drowsy grunts while you rocked from side to side, little giggles escaping you.

"I could've just gotten off, you know." You grinned sleepily, gazing up at Leon who was basically out cold at this point, though he made no effort to ever loosen his arms around you.

"S'much better like this. 'nd I'm a strong boy." He sighed, all the tension and stress that sat rooted deep within his muscles fading away.

You couldn't help but smile when he attempted a vague flexing motion only for his heavy arm to fall back onto your waist.

"The strongest boy. My strong boy." You nuzzled your face into his chest, your stuffed bear hugged close to your heart while Rosie was pressed up against Leon's cheek, squishing it in the cutest way possible.

He smiled when he heard you call him 'your strong boy'. He knew that he would never have nightmares when he was with you, your comfort and affection shielding him from all the evil his mind conjured up.

And now, with a snuggly bunny plush pressed against his face, the fluffy bear on his chest and you, his perfect girl, in his arms he was content as ever.

So, with a smile on both your faces and a fulfilled heart, you drifted off into the soft pink and purple swirls that were your dreamland.

With mumbled 'good night's and 'I love you's, you couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.

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Hope you enjoyed <3

#bumblebeesfromvenus #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #resident evil leon #leon kennedy fluff

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alexthemacaronian · 5 months ago

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II EPISODE 15 RELATED STUFD

INUSTFINISHED II2 EP15 AND OH MY GOF I AL ASCENDING????THAT WASACTUALKHB SOHOOD

I CANT MAKE COHERENT SENTENCESRN SO IM NOT GPMNA PICK APART THE EPISODE (YET) BUT MAN. ALSOI WAS WAYYY OFF WHEN ITALKED ABOYT THE TRAILER LMAOAOAKSO

THWYRE SO FUCKING STUPID I HOPE THEY EXPLODE AND DIE /VVVPOS

WRITERS HOW COULD YOU WRITE THIS YOU. YOU.

IM NOT EVEN MAD LB GOT OUT THAT WAS THE MOST WHOLESOME SHIT EVER ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

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ALSO TT MAKING LB A PEN TO CLICK WHEN ANXIOUS THAT SENDS OUT A DISTRESS SIGNAL??? ACTUALLY HOW DARW YOU.HOW DARE YOUUUU (/VVPOS)

YALL WERE NOT SLICK KN THE SLIGHTEST WITH THIS PEN DESIGN

"I came as fast as I coul" SHUT UP YOU GODDAMN HOMOSEXUAL (/VVVPOS, ALL OF THIS IS POS IM GOING TO STOP CLARIFYING RHAT FROM NOW ON BUT JS SO YK)

I HATE THEM SO MUCH I HOPE THEY EXPLODE can yall tell who my favs are ikik it's very hard

ALSO TACOS MUSICAL NUMBE????HELEPRO???????THAT SHIT WAS FUCKING FIRE I NEED IT INJECTED INTO MY BLOODSTREAM

ALSO TACO AND MEPAD AS A DUO I HRHRHGGRGGEGRGTHRHHRHRHRHSH

ALSO COBS????HELLO???? wRITERS STOP TORTURING MEPHONE HES CLEARLY STRUGGLING TO COPE AS IS LAMALKWKQNAKQMJEJKEJEHWHWHHWHEHQHHWHE

OKAY ILL STFU NOW,ILLBEBACK WHEN IM REASY TO TALK ABOYT THIS EPISODE IN FULL LAMOWJEH

(I PROMISE I CARE ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE EP TOO BUT I NEED3D YO GET RHIS BRAINGOOP PIT FISRT 🙏🙏)

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bunji-enthusiast · 3 months ago

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I Am Flesh and I Am Bone (Like Glitter & Gold)

Summary || You and Estarossa live together, but in the last few days from within the comfort of your own home, the demon has figured out he is more human than he think he is. A/N: once in a blue moon, I'm motivated enough to write something decent out of my own brain. Yes this is domestic, sue me.

His bed head was both feasible and, quite frankly, hilarious to you. The demon let out a low groan as he sat at the table, eyes flickering with darkness.

He lets out another groan, yet this one seemed to resemble a pleased one.

"You gonna keep staring, my love?"

You let out a short laugh, lips almost puffing out. Leading your own way to the wooden and round table, you pat his head full of silver hair once you reach him, feeling the warmth radiating from his being. Hearing a content hum rumble from his throat. Then your hand cradled his jawline, the patch of stubble that added so dearly to his charm. You wished you could keep staring, for forever.

Or to put it more adequately; for eternity. You weren't sure of the potential lifespan that demons had, royal or not.

"You just looked a little more handsome," You commented with an almost snide grin. "-Is all." You added with a short nod. His eyebrows quirked, both amused and curious.

"Is that so?" He replied, leaning forward, his height yet towering yours. Lips almost close enough to kiss.

"Maybe I should mess up my hair a little more often." Estarossa postulates, his lips tugged into that familiar smile, even in battle or out of it - he always was amused with the rarity of things.

Especially now, that is what it was.

"Maybe." Your head lifted in a stout energy outburst, meeting his lips with your own. Captured in a kiss, yet not long, the two of you pulled back. You watched as Estarossa sat back down, rolling his right shoulder, the clavicle and scapula beneath his tanned skin and stretched, unwelcome as you watched his face cross with pain.

Your features contort in slight worry, "That wound of yours isn't getting any better... is it?"

He lets out a hum, lifting his head, Estarossa doesn't really like keeping things from you. The man's facial features seemed to soften, impossibly. Albeit he knows well enough not to lie about it either, so he simply nods in a manner, 'no'

You sigh, scrambling over over to a row of cabins, and opening a door that holds the supply of bandages and the like.

Normally, Estarossa was capable of healing all his wounds and injuries, but one of his latest and unintentional bouts, keyword; unintentional — Had left him with a wound that was hard to heal, and had to deal with it at the pace of the average human healing process.

His eyes watched your movements, seeing you take out a fresh wrap of bandages. He sighs wistfully, knowing what came next.

You nod your head, gesturing for him to take off his sweater, which was so perfectly rolled up at his elbows. The muscles straining against the band of the rolled up sleeves, you were gonna miss that for a time.

Estarossa could do nothing else but comply with your order, taking off his sweater. He folded it up, setting it down on the wooden round table. His tired eyes flit carefully to yours as you come straight to him, each step on pilot.

His skin was perfectly adorned, the sun adored his body, letting it grow into the utmost importance. Yet it was right there, sitting at the top of his sternum and crawling right back into the blade of his collarbone, then ended back at the end of his shoulder blade. The blood had dried up for the most part, but it was still raw enough that if touched, it would elicit quite a pained shock.

You sighed a quiet breath of relief, that he had listened to you and not disobeyed your, at the time -- meek orders when you had first seen the wound at the time.

"Goddamn." You murmured, tentatively breaking the silence. Unwrapping the fresh bandages, you began getting to work.

The sun rose sky high, yet the mist rose true to shrouding you both from any unwanted eyes, it was at your request that you had preferred not to be found. So he complied, summoning one of the best spells he knew to keep the two of you hidden.

Estarossa let out a chuckle in response, "That bad darling?" You shook your head, almost stammering, then pursed your lips as you fell into thought. You needed to focus, first and foremost so that you wouldn't mess up your work.

His brow raised, almost amused at your stammering. A characteristic which was rare in the few, but unique enough to understand it was you alone, that had made it so adorable to Estarossa.

You ushered him to raise his right arm, to which he complied once more without argument. Then, you wrapped around the bandages, the amount of space that his large wound had taken up on his arm, then you pushed it back down somewhat. You tapped his neck once, "Is it okay?-"

"No need to ask," He uttered, the demon's eyes flitted to yours for a brief moment, then back straight ahead into the space before him as he closed his eyes.

So you took the invitation, carefully going around his neck, taking the wrapping off of a decency that he still had room to breathe. Then wrap it around a few times before you have finally cut off the wrapping. Giving it a once over, you patted his shoulder - "It's not the best, but it should hold up for, uh, now." You gave utterance too, watching as he lifted up his head, a large hand raised and rested, resting his head against the posted stand of his hand.

"You're too sweet for me." He drawled, opening his eyes with a small grin, you scoffed with a shake of your head at his comment. Now taking your own seat, and crossing your arms.

"In any case, it seems to be healing up okay enough." You affirmed with a coarse but firm expression, raising your hand as you spoke.

Estarossa lets out a low laugh, "Yeah, it ought to."

Truth be told, he wanted to get hurt a thousand more times like this if it meant that he would get this side from you. To be closer with you, and it was such a wonderful feeling, something he hadn't often felt in his long life.

He blinked for a few moments, to think of a subject, but then it finally came to mind as the light-bulb had brightened.

"Any new personal projects?" He asked, his voice seemed to carry a baritone of tiredness, but equal in curiosity about you specifically. You shrugged your shoulders, trying to truly craft a half-way decent answer to his question. Which in truth, had nearly short-circuited your brain, as you had been staying up so far late into the night in the last few days.

You rested your head against your hand, then sat back straight up, "Well not really, but, I did start a new book." His brows lifted, a more gentle expression of curiosity, a way to encourage you to continue talking about the subject.

So you delved further, "It's basically a lot about our world, Britannia."

The summary of the book of which you had spoken about, mostly consisted of conspiring and wars, to take down an evil tyrant king. But you had more so delved into the characterization of each of the characters themselves, which he had come to recognize as you being extremely analytical and nitpick any piece of information that you had been given.

With each word spilling about your mouth, he simply was content, even in the past if he had been so used to garnering allies for stupendous results and nefarious purposes; Estarossa always had a habit of taking his time, and watching things play out. It seemed he didn't really completely suppress that habit, because you seemed to be so happy about spilling things of your new object of interest. He couldn't find it in himself to interrupt, though, he only interrupted if he asked a question about one piece of information or the other.

Otherwise it was quite interesting, and rather nice to hear you talk. Against the reality of such a dark world, truly a bright spot he could find conceivable in the dark was you alone. Estarossa wondered how long he could live this life with you in peace.

Even way back to his youth he had yearned for something more beyond just being a war killing machine, with each passing moment however, he had only one derelict goal. That was to prove himself to Meliodas, the former leader of the once existing Ten Commandments. He was once quite the crybaby as many would often call him, barely able to even kill a little bug.

But sure enough, he didn't find the need to kill. Well, within time he had been stopped and proven that he didn't even need to kill, unless deemed necessary to do so.

It was odd really, he wasn't as monstrous or dangerous as he made himself out to be. Deemed to be a strange man, that he knew, but he never really was a true demon.

He was just merely a figment of one whole identity, someone who should've never existed in the first place. Especially his own name, that wasn't real either. But here he was now, defying the fates of existence against all odds. Estarossa was still here, with you, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. In which case, was the very best thing, because everything about you: was an absolute treasure he'll forever cherish for the rest of his eternal existence. Depending on how long he is meant to live for the matter.

Estarossa was a man garnered from flesh and bone, stealing one body and walking amongst the valley of kings. Shadow of men who stake their lives on dreams, and once had pondered his life. For what he was, but it was there, a fire glimmering in the depths of what was once his cold-misted soul, a forest snowed on and covered, strayed in the dark.

It was an internal state of pondering, his mind had always strayed to that valley of golden fields, seated deeply in the isles of the Celestial Realms.

Then he met you, one day out in the sticks of the old lands of Britannia. Way over 3,000 years ago, which admittedly was quite a long time in retrospect when he thought about it. However, it seemed you took him by the horns and threw around his life for the better. Even if he wasn't completely there at the time due to... other matters, he deeply appreciates the notion.

"Rossa?"

He blinked for a few moments, then let a small smile take his lips. "Sorry doll; I was lost in thought."

A look of contempt crosses your face, almost in disbelief, but up-endedly, you sighed. You couldn't really stay angry at Estarossa for long, "If we didn't know each other as long as we did, I would've punched you for not listening."

He feigns a look of hurt, pressing a tanned hand against his chest. "I am offended, who would want to hurt this handsome ol' face?" Estarossa said, but then a small brief expression of hilarity cracks against his feigned-hurt demeanor.

You shook your head at his antics, a small smile spreading on your face. Estarossa notices this, mumbling a quick reassurance of success of getting you to crack once again.

"Hm," You mumble, resting your head on the wooden surface of the round table. He tilts his head in stout curiosity, opting to rest his hand over yours, which had been strewn and laid out against the length of the table.

Your eyes shot to his when you had felt the warmth pressing into the cold centers of your nerves, sensing the worry that he had for you. Which you had duly appreciated, "I'm fine, Estarossa."

"Have you been getting any sleep?" He shot back, leaning forward almost to gain eye level with you. The demon, once fearless and quite the killer, was showing concern for you, of all people.

Sure, you've known him since way back. But this was different, like he had adapted a completely new personality, but not so completely different. As if he had been changing, there was a process of change, and you were so busy with; integration, the sleepless nights, and among other things — that you didn't notice it at all.

There wasn't a crack of impatience on his face either, "I-"

But you caved, you were sure, that he would see through your weak facade of awakeness. So you just simply gave him a weak nod, "No, not really."

That settled things then, Estarossa tentatively removed your hand from his own, and stood up, the chair groaning as it had been freed from the weight (it still stood so mighty and strong, how surprising). Your weary eyes lifted as you watched him take only a mere two steps toward you, hooking his hands right onto your waist.

"Mind standin' up for me darl?" He asked, you wondered why, but you couldn't find it in yourself to protest. So you went along with it, standing up as you found your back hitting his chest.

Then with a grunt, he heaved you into a bridal carry, and yet again your head hit against the threshold of his chest. He was startlingly warm for someone who seemed to appear cold at times; in battle or outside of it.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked, though you most likely knew the answer to the already insipid question. He shoots you a small smile, something akin to that of a cat.

as if it were his way of saying, 'You'll know.'

Estarossa didn't stop walking until he reached all the way to your bedroom, the comforting odd air smacking your nose as he opened the door. Then walked right on over to your bed, plopping you down right on it which elicited a pavlovian response from you; laughing as he had done so.

The mattress was soft, and rather comforting. Like a hug, to cherish and shield you from the world.

Then Estarossa takes his place on the top of you, like a straight log. You let out a breathless giggle as he kissed your face all over, but once he stopped, he just flopped down again.

"Try to fall asleep doll," He mumbled, "Otherwise you'll never escape me." He announced in a small voice, an even smaller grin on his face.

You shook your head at his antics, same as usual, but...

Truly, Estarossa was showing concern for you.

He would always hear you.

#seven deadly sins x reader #nnt x reader #7ds x reader #nanastu no taizai x reader #estarossa #seven deadly sins #estarossa x reader #estarossa/mael?#seven deadly sins estarossa #estarossa nnt #nnt estarossa #7ds estarossa #estarossa 7ds #male x reader #demon x reader #idk #BUT DO YOU SEE THE VISiON?#DOMESTIC HUSBAN ESTAROSSA #RAGGGHHHH

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fbfh · 1 year ago

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hey would u be into writing logan huntzberger? i desperately want to see 40 year old x 29 year old pregnant rory (or reader) and him getting all possessive and territorial and glaring at anyone who comes near them

yo yo YOOOOOO HELL YES I WOULD

no bc as SOON as Logan meets you he knows that you're literally perfect. you are THE one he absolutely has to end up with. if he doesn't cuff you immediately he's going to lose his goddamn shit. he does, bc of course he does, and he knows that he will barely be able to hold back. your relationship moves so fast and between that and the age gap if it were anyone else it would be a huge red flag. but it's not anyone else, it's Logan. he overheard you on the phone with one of your friends talking about how bad your baby fever is, and how you wish you could talk to Logan about it but you don't want to make it weird since you haven't technically been together super long. but you don't need to. as soon as you're off the phone he throws your birth control in the trash and tells you he doesn't want you taking it anymore. you try to protest but he sits you on the edge of the bathroom counter and kisses you in that way he does that turns your brain to tingly mush.

"What if what?" more kissing. "'f you get pregnant?"

he mumbles it against your lips in that intimate way of his before he starts kissing you more and more and your head is already spinning as you feel his cock getting all chubby and hard faster than ever.

"That's kind of the point, ace..."

my god if you thought he spoiled you before????? holy shit just wait until you're pregnant. this man will move mountains for you. he will move heaven and earth in ways you never thought possible to make sure your and your baby's every conceivable need are always met. he will ensure that y9ou are more stress free than ever. he will ensure that your pregnancy is as wonderful and magical as a unicorn leading a parade of rainbows and puppies. And he is SO MOTHERFUCKING PROUD and SO MOTHERFUCKING PROTECTIVE! He can’t keep his hands off your fuckin belly. He looks at you with such overwhelming fondness and the sweetest smiles. One of his love languages is touch and he will be so so so affectionate with you. He literally LOVES shopping for maternity clothes with you, loves getting you cute little dresses and supportive belly bands, he seriously cannot keep his hands off you. You are GLOWING and everyone can see it. If anyone so much as looks at you for too long, Logan clocks it in an instant. He loves showing off your wedding rings, the huge ass diamond practically as big as your head. He loves how clingy you are with him, how much you rely on him. He loves seeing other guys stomachs drop when he catches them sizing you up. Logan has a huge ass powerful aura, people know he’s not someone you wanna fuck with, and he sleeps so well at night cuddled up next to you, KNOWING that he can and will and does protect you and your baby. Your little family. He knows his 20something year old self would be shocked, and he can’t believe it’s all real. That he has you, that you’re having his baby. That he gets to be a better dad than his, and he gets to do it with you.

#drabbles #logan huntzberger #logan huntzberger x reader #logan huntzberger drabbles #older!logan #dilf!logan #gilmore girls #gilmore girls x reader #gilmore girls drabbles #pregnant!reader

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milfswriter · 2 years ago

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Can you write a Rhea x reader story where they go to the movies and reader is wearing a short skirt and it causes boys to stare and try to flirt with them so Rhea grabs reader in certain ways that shows she’s hers and then later punishes reader for their outfit choice? Smut please 🤪

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Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: You're Rhea's, and Rhea's only

Notes and warnings: men (i know i'm sorry), jealousy, smut (not that much tbh), bathroom sex, mentioned strapon sex

THE GIF?? Thanks for the internal gay panic in the middle of Starbucks @rebecca-quin

"Hey, pretty" you turned your head to see a guy walking towards you with a smug look on his face as he looked you up and down.

Demi was supposedly getting popcorn while you were waiting in line to purchase tickets for the new horror movie Rhea's been talking about non-stop.

"Can I..help you?" you raised a brow, looking around to make sure he was talking to you. Ugh, you didn't wanna deal with this right now, it's supposed to be a fun night out but now you had to shoo him away in fear of Rhea unleashing her fists on him.

She was violently possessive, not to you of course, but she would lay her hands on anyone who dares talk to you even though the diamond on your finger could not be ignored. People, specifically men, knew you were taken, yet they still tried their luck.

The little skirt that hung just under your ass cheeks and the tight tank top were definitely not helping the situation.

"you could help by giving me your number" he grinned, the smug look on his face disgusted you.

Just as you were about to say something, you felt the familiar pair of hands around your waist, pulling you against your fiance's warm body. "Hey, bunny. D'you get the tickets?" she asked with a kiss to your jaw, the man's face contoured in confusion. She still hasn't noticed him, good.

Although, you knew she noticed the other creeps you knew were staring at you when she gripped your hips towards hers, allowing you to feel what she had under her boxers. Of course she was wearing it.

"Uh..Did you hear what I said?" he tried to gain back your attention, Rhea's frame stiffening around you.

"Who are you?" she asked..loudly as she stepped in front of you, crossing her arms. "O..kay" you gulped as people started staring and tried to pull her back by her belt.

"None of your goddamn business" he answered, "I was talking to her" He nodded towards you, and you knew if he doesn't get the hell out of there, he'd be a dead man in less than 10 minutes.

"Dems, please..just ignore him" you whispered onto her back, pulling on her belt loops.

"Well..her, is my wife. So you'd back off if you know what's good for you" She was face to face with him at this point, her features trembling with rage.

You froze at the name. Wife.

It wasn't anything new, you'd be her wife in a few short months. But hearing her say it like that made you feel...hot. Suddenly you didn't wanna stop her anymore.

The guy snarled at her before rolling his eyes and turning to walk away. "bitch.." she mumbled, turning to you with a hard look.

"Come" was all she said before walking away. She didn't even bring popcorn so what the hell was happening?

she pushed you against the stall door, your cheek hitting it with a hard thud. "Sorry, you ok?" she chuckled quietly, not wanting anyone coming in to hear what you two were up to.

"S'okay" you groaned, "what about the movie though?"

"It's alright bunny, we'll catch the one at 10" She lifted your skirt, toying with your ass cheeks as she kissed and nipped at your neck.

"you're not wearing that skirt again, you hear me? I could see your pussy from the other side of the building!"

"I'm wearing panties, Demi don't be dramatic" you whined before turning your head just a little to look at her "are you body-shaming me?"

"of course not, idiot. Don't twist my words" She bit your shoulder, making you yelp, "everyone was staring at you..everyone but me..the only one who's got the right to do that"

She moved your panties to the side with one hand, the other forcing her fingers past your lips to wet them. "you've got a smart mouth, now hm?" her wet fingers made their way to your now-exposed pussy rubbing up and down your slit, not that you'd need the lubrication.

She took her hands off you and you heard her zipper being pulled down and felt the tip of the faux cock poking your ass cheek. "we've got 20 minutes, stay still"

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"two tickets for Scream, please" Rhea grinned innocently at the clerk as if she didn't have her strap inside you to the hilt mere minutes ago and the only thing helping you walk normally was her arm around your waist.

BONUS:

"Soo..because I watched that absolute nightmare with you" you began, playing with her rings as the two of you walked to your car, "would you watch Barbie with me next month?"

"Not a fucking chance"

"DEMS!"

"I can't stand the cringe, baby I'm sorry" She opened the passenger door for you and you got in but not before you gave her a small pout.

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zoeykallus · 2 years ago

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Yo yo! If you're taking requests still could I pls nab maybe some Spicy HC of TBB + Rex *finishing* untouched? Like maybe they are so caught up in the heat of the moment or super touch starved and they can't help themselves. I love your writing so fkn much goddamn its just *chefs kiss*

Aloha!

I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for this, but it took me some time to get here through my asks and get through some personal stuff, you know to be in the right mood to write this and all... Well, without any further ado, here come your HCs.

You didn't mention a gender, so as always if not asked for something else, I'll go with a fem!reader. Hope that's okay! ... now on to the dirty stuff....

The Bad Batch /Rex x Fem!Reader HCs - A Ghostly Touch

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Consensual Sexual Content/Smut/Edging/Consensual Bondage/18+

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Hunter

His senses are full of you. Your hormones have literally flooded him. Hunter's head is dipped between your thighs, his tongue dancing quickly and deftly on your clit, two fingers between your slick walls.

His cock is almost painfully hard, pulsing, hypersensitive. The last time you were intimate was a while ago, and your scent and the taste of your arousal on his tongue is driving him almost insane.

He listens to your moans, your little excited sighs that are like music to his ears. His hard length is pressed into the sheets, the mattress, while his tongue plays intensely with your pearl. His lips suck your clit perfectly, while his tongue tip, exerting perfect pressure in quick little circles, delightfully teases the sensitive little knot of nerves.

Hunter's muscles begin to quiver, he is so starved for you, his senses so overwhelmed by your sounds, your smell your taste on his nimble tongue.

It's just a tiny movement, his pelvis pressing a little harder into the mattress, his cock grazing the fabric of the sheets with a little emphasis. In the next moment, he grunts in surprise into your pubic as his orgasm bursts over him with explosive intensity. He feels his warm seed spreading out beneath him on the sheets.

A little out of breath, his head briefly pops up between your thighs. Your eyes meet, and you see by his face how surprised and a little beside himself Hunter is.

"Are you okay?" you ask softly, though breathlessly.

He swallows and says a little meekly, "Sorry, I think I just messed up your sheets."

Tech

Kissing, pumping, licking, you tease him for quite a while. Always on the edge, and yet you don't let him slide into the release he craves. But Tech likes that, he asks you for it often, it's one of his kinks. Your lips and tongue keep sliding along his cock, only to let go of him as soon as he's about to cum.

Actually, he should be working, when you came into the cockpit, Tech was lying under the console, between loosely hanging cables. But you laid down next to him under the console and whispered dirty and sweet nothings to him until he finally sat down in the pilot seat and dropped his pants.

Sweat is on his forehead, his muscles are tense, he's breathing hard, the look on his face is adorably helpless. The way he looks at you, you know he worships you and his salvation is in your hands, lips and tongue.

Shakily, he adjusts his goggles with his index finger, licks his lips and swallows.

"Honey, I don't know how much longer I can take this".

A smile spreads across your lips. You look up at Tech with a naughty glint in your eye. His hard length standing erect in front of your nose, you purse your lips and breathe a hot exhale on his hypersensitive cock.

Tech's eyes tear open, a surprised groan comes from his mouth, you can see his testicles tighten and his cock pulsate, moments later his seed spurts from the small slit at the swollen, velvety tip.

Tech emits a silent curse through clenched teeth. He slumps backward in the pilot's chair, breathing hard and sweaty. With a soft laugh, you climb happily onto his lap and beam at him.

You ask him tenderly with a gentle little kiss, "How was that?"

After another deep breath, he smiles at you and says, "Exceptional."

Echo

His mind has long since departed, at least that's how it feels to him. You are alone for the first time, for the first time about to become really intimate, and he sees you here and now, for the first time naked and standing in front of him in all your beauty.

His cock has just reached diamond hardness level, just from the sight of you, just at the thought of being allowed to touch your warm, naked skin. He kisses your breasts and his hand playfully wanders down your body.

Echo is as excited as probably never before, he has waited patiently for this moment for a long time. He sits on your desk chair, and you stand in front of him. His heart is racing, his hard manhood is pulsating, the tip slightly red and swollen.

Your hand playfully strokes along his wonderful cock, and you say suggestively, "I can't wait for you to penetrate me."

Echo expels a shaky breath, just the thought making his hormones go crazy. As you turn your backside to him with a lewd little smile and bend over the table, you hear a soft, startled sound come out of his mouth. Shortly after, you feel something warm splatter against your thighs and buns.

"What…"

Surprised, you look around to see Echo looking up at you from his seat in your office chair, startled, downright horrified.

"I'm so sorry that… that's never happened to me before! It's just, we've waited so long to be intimate with each other, it's been a long time since I…. And I'm just overwhelmed by you."

You see the panic in his gaze and smile softly at him.

"That's alright Echo, you'll have longer stamina on the second try".

You kiss his forehead and say, "Will you help me clean myself up before we continue?"

Echo nods eagerly.

"Of course."

After a brief pause, he whispers, pressing a kiss to your ear, "Thank you, beautiful."

"For what?"

"For your understanding"

Wrecker

Your big man is completely exhausted. Sweating, Wrecker lies in the sheets, you've been teasing him for quite a while, with hands, lips and tongue. His hard length is reddened and swollen at the tip, every little touch makes him whimper.

"This is absolute torture, the sweetest torture there is, but torture nonetheless, sweetheart," he says, breathing heavily, his brow furrowed, his massive fingers clawed into the sheet that's already partially torn under his tense grip.

As you chuckle softly, you hear a low growl come deep from his chest. All of a sudden he sits up, grabs you and pushes you into the sheets. A startled exclamation escapes you as his head dives between your naked thighs, and he drills his powerful tongue into your pussy without warning, while the tip of his nose rubs over your clit.

Within seconds, you are moaning his name over and over as he fucks you with his massive tongue. He moans into your pussy, his hard cock pressed into the mattress beneath him. He is so horny that it almost hurts.

As if starved, he licks you out, his tongue greedily speeds into your little hole again and again while the friction caused by his nose on your pearl remains. His strong hands hold your thighs apart, trembling with excited tension in his hard yet careful grip.

He murmurs into your pubic, "Tastes good…. mmmphf, babe I think I'm about to cum".

As you cry out in lust, succumbing to your orgasm, he's rutting his cock into the mattress, his whole body tense, and finally the release he's been longing for comes for him too. A deep growl escapes from his throat and enters your still quivering pussy, his head still resting between your thighs.

You can see how his muscles finally lose their tension. Lazily, he licks your oversensitive pussy a few times and grins as you twitch in his grip.

Crosshair

He behaved like a spoiled brat. It took forever to convince him to let you tie him up. Crosshair and you came up with a safeword and today, for once, as he emphasized, you were supposed to be in control and in charge of your intimacies, including his.

The look with which he looks at you penetratingly was challenging at first. As you undressed in front of him, his pupils dilated and hunger mingled with the challenge in his expression. As you sit down in front of him, wide-legged in a large armchair, his eyes fall on the velvety bloom of your pussy, between your thighs, and he licks his lips. He's tied to his chair, though, and can't move.

Crosshair swallows, he frowns as you take a vibrator and stimulate your clit, right in front of him. For a little while, not too long, he is quiet. You can clearly see the bulge in his pants.

Finally, he complains, "Come on, at least let me participate in some way".

You smile cheekily and say, "I do, watching is also a way of participating".

Crosshair grits his teeth.

"Kitten, you are on thin ice, you know I will get back at you".

You bite your lower lip, of course you know that, and he knows you are aware of it. He slides restlessly back and forth on his chair, only a few millimeters because his shackles don't allow anymore.

He snorts, and reluctantly says, almost begging, "At least free my cock, it's really uncomfortable like this".

But you let him squirm for quite a while, stroking yourself, close to his nose, swinging your naked body and touching yourself. His gaze grows more pleading, more hungry. When Crosshair looks like he might burst at any moment, you finally relent.

You unzip his pants, pull down his underpants, and his hard cock plops out, hard, gently curved, veiny and gorgeous. It's just a gossamer touch of your fingers, but the next moment he tears open his eyes in alarm, and you feel his hot seed spurt onto your bare breasts, down your neck and onto your chin.

His expression is hard to interpret, there is a certain anger, shame and perhaps confusion in it. Crosshair isn't one of those who is quick or early to cum, you both know that. But something about the whole situation has taken him here and now prematurely, perhaps he liked the shackles a lot better than he wanted to admit.

"You better untie me, Kitten, right now!"

You blink, but comply with his request directly. No sooner is he freed from his bonds than his hand darts forward and grabs your chin in a demanding manner, ignoring the fact that he's just reaching into his own cum.

"I hope you're prepared, Missy," he growls.

His face comes closer, and much more gently, close to your ear he says, "You remember the safeword?"

"Yes, I remember," you say, a little breathlessly.

"Good."

The next moment, he pushes you not so gently onto the bed and begins to undress.

"Time for some punishment" he says with a smirk.

You're in for a long, hot night.

Rex

Clad only in panties, you sit on his lap. You haven't seen each other for weeks, a month and a half to be exact, an agonizingly long eternity. When Rex unexpectedly comes to your apartment, a week earlier than expected, you immediately pounce on him. You rip off his armor and push him onto the sofa.

Rex doesn't complain, not at all, at first he's surprised, but he's at least as starved as you are. His strong hands knead your buns while you shamelessly rub against the bulge in his Blacks pants.

Between wild kisses he says breathlessly, "Darling, this could be over pretty quickly if you don't stop rubbing yourself against me like that…. come on, let me spoil you a little before we do something else".

You don't want to stop though, clinging to him, you just want to feel him, right now you don't want anything else, you don't care if he cums before you can do more, you've already scheduled several rounds in your head anyway.

Rex moans softly, and his hands are still gripped hard in your buns.

"My love… wait…"

Your heart is hammering in your chest, just like his. You finally pull yourself together and hold still, leaning back a tiny bit to look into his face. Sweat is on his brow, he looks breathless, and he smiles wryly at you.

"That was close," he says, scratching the back of his head with a nervous little laugh.

"I just wanted to feel you"

Rex smirks.

"I want to feel you too, beautiful."

You reach down, wanting to pull down his pants, Rex is surprised, trying to stop you but he reacts too late. He is so starved and oversensitive, the small movement, your hand and the fabric brushing along his hard length as you pull down his pants are too much.

The next moment you feel his hot seed, splattering onto your wrist and lap, and Rex wincing beneath you.

"Fuck…" he curses softly, startled.

You smirk at him.

"It's okay, we still have the whole night ahead of us."

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priceofs · 2 months ago

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Teacher’s pet

So, I got inspired. I’m going to play out something that I’d really like to happen to me. By the way, English isn’t my first language, though I enjoy writing anyway. This will be a series, and this is part one, almost obviously enough. It’s about you, a male!reader x an older!male teacher. He’s a bit of a goof, be warned. You’re kind of laid-back, apathetic, even.

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George, a name you’d always remember. Goddamn him and the way he’d changed your life without intending to.

You had to choose between Art or Science. You fit both categories, often diving into the world of doodles and research, but the latter club possessed a quite dull teacher—and you didn’t feel too engaged with her, honestly. You hadn’t met your actual Art teacher until today.

A crazy-looking man with medium-length, brown hair tied into a ponytail with slight grey strands hanging off the attempt at formality in his head, which, you’ve heard wasn’t his forte. He wore a black and red flannel shirt, dark blue glasses with thick frames and smudged lenses—you could see the brown of his eyes twinkle with mischief under them. Well, not exactly, but that was the vibe he gave off. He had a bald spot on his scruffy beard, and he walked a bit irregularly, but you couldn’t assume he had a limp—it was more of a state of mind, if you will, from him, not you, or so you’d like to hope. He carried a cup of hot black coffee that smelled good enough for a school drink; bittersweet. You didn’t like this guy. You had already labeled him from that one school event—he wore those dorky shirts with anime or Marvel references, and, in your opinion, he was trying too hard to be funny.

Then, he dropped his things on his desk, clapping his hands once, smiling to show his irregular teeth. You could almost compare this man to Charles Manson—and that said a lot. A lot about you, too. Anyway.

“Hello, people, people, hello,” he announced with that goofy flair, “time for the annual presentation, ‘cause we’re not doing this again, eh?” He chuckled. Suddenly, he turned serious, but you could tell it was more like a mocking action, not to anyone in particular. “You!” He pointed at one of your classmates, which, by the way, you didn’t hold a relationship with. “Name, age, interests, now!” He held his hands up, looking down at her, expectant. Some chuckled, some stared, a bit bewildered. They probably had some expectations about getting a hippie who was too kind for their own good, too fragile to be a teacher at times like these, you thought. Instead, you all got this clown.

“Uh, Isabel, eighteen, dancing?” She replied.

“What kind of old-ass name is that?” One of those stereotypical machos blurted out, looking at his buddies for approval. George smirked, placing an apparent friendly hand on the guy’s shoulder. “Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Jake”, he answered. “Oh my God! Jake! Are some sort of supreme human being?” George asked, his eyes widening as he placed his previous free hand onto Jake’s other shoulder. The guy just chuckled nervously, caught a bit off guard. Oops, Jake’s control was falling apart. ‘What’s this alpha male gonna do now, huh?’ You thought to yourself, smirking a bit as the teacher started cracking your initial opinion of him. George abruptly turned around. You sensed he wasn’t all that bad, since he wasn’t in the mood to humiliate anyone. You kind of forgot about the whole presentation thing, but suddenly, he was pointing at you.

“Name, age, interests. Same thing. Go!” He enthusiastically stared, shifting the class’ attention to you. ‘Ah, great’, you articulated internally. You presented yourself. Your birthday was in a month, but you weren’t sure it was worth telling. “I’m seventeen”, you continued.

“Oh, a bit younger than your peers, huh?” George said innocently, despite what your initial interpretations made you think.

“Apparently so. I mean, time’s relative, right? Einstein said that. We trust that guy, no? Uh—” Realizing you were rambling like you usually did, you stopped yourself before contributing to humiliate your own image any further, or whatever was left of it in this fucked up hell of an educational system. Not like you knew much about politics, but it sure didn’t seem fair.

Snapping you back to reality, George’s voice rang through the echoing classroom. “Well, a science guy, huh? Me too. Science is in everything, right? Even sweeping! It’s the way you grab the broom, the way you mentally organize the space to remove all visible dirt or unwelcome objects from the floor— Anyway, back to the presentations.” He said enthusiastically, turning around to another student. You realized that you were smiling by the slight stretches and twitches the muscles of your face made. With that description, it sounds like you’re exaggerating it a bit, but it was a genuine grin, something that was rare in anyone, especially you.

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amethystina · 4 months ago

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Hello !!! I hope u r well and recovering 💘

Fir the ask game: 🤡❌️👀

Unfortunately, things are still pretty rough but I'm hanging in there :)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

I'm not sure if there is such a line, to be honest. Mainly because most of the things I write aren't all that funny, but also because it takes a lot for me to laugh when it's my own writing. Because I already know the punchline before the joke's even started, so it's just not that exciting. If that makes sense?

That said, Yoon Sa Wol from Black Knight is an absolute hoot to write and there is one exchange in particular that definitely makes me want to cackle whenever I think about it. It's when he's talking to 4-1 (a coworker of his) and they accidentally stumble onto the subject of whether or not Sa Wol could have sex with 5-8 (the dude he is definitely interested in having sex with) and the following happens:

All things considered, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all. 4-1 didn't seem to agree. She gave him a flat look, as if the answer should be obvious. "He'd eat you for breakfast." Sa Wol paused for a beat but, really, the only thing he could think to say was: "I mean, wouldn't that be the whole point?" 4-1 let out a choked noise that sounded outright painful.

SA WOL, NO.

But also, kudos on being so goddamn shameless.

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

I'm not sure if there is one? Because, sure, I'm not personally into mpreg or A/B/O but I can't say I'll never write them. Like, if someone gave me enough money to write those tropes, I probably would. We get money where we can in this economy xD

I think the closest I come to a complete "I refuse to write this" are the things I find triggering or just don't agree with on a moral level. So I'd have a hard time glorifying abuse, for example, or write something that involves incest or non-con between a romantic couple. The kind where transgressions are eventually forgiven or brushed aside because "they actually love them and it was just a mistake" and that kind of stuff.

There's a reason why I'm so determined to call out Yo Han's bullshit in my Devil Judge fics, for example, and why Moon Jo is such a lovesick simp in my Strangers From Hell fic. I find them to be incredibly fascinating as characters, but I admit I would never be able to write them doing something along those lines. They both skirt the line from time to time — which is sort of the point in some ways — but I try to criticise the behaviour rather than excuse or glorify it.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I kind of mentioned all of them when I did the WIP Tag Game not too long ago, so you can see what they are and read about them if you look at this tag right here!

But aside from that, I can say that I'm currently trying to edit and post chapter six of A New Dawn (Begins With Us), and, after that, I'm going to try and edit chapter 3 of The Right Set of Circumstances, and, after that, I... well, I don't know x'D I'll either try to edit Thou Shalt Not Covet or maybe I'll allow myself to write chapter 42 of Who Holds the Devil.

I'm kind of holding that chapter hostage right now since I HATE editing and would much rather write — it's just so much more fun. But if I only wrote and didn't edit, I would never post anything, so I kind of have to force myself to edit from time to time, too.

And it's extra annoying right now since I'm so feverish and that just makes editing ten times worse for some reason?

So yeah. I have a lot going on right now in terms of WIPs and it's kind of beginning to feel like a second job, not going to lie x'D

Thank you so much for the ask! :D

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stick-ball · 1 year ago

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I WAS LOOKING FOR A JEREMY BPD/ANGER ISSUES POST I THOUGJT I HAD SEEN THIS MORNING PLEASE WRITE YOUR HEADCANNONS AGAIN I BEG OF YOU GIVE JEREMY KNOX THE LOVE HE DESERVES

Okay so this is long overdue, but might as well. I guess this is an observation of fandom Jeremy as much as the canon one, so don't come at me.

I dunno read Jeremy as having BPD bcs... bcs honestly have you ever met anyone who has Sunshine shining from their ass? Me neither. Though I have met ppl with severe personality issues who had a coping mechanism like that, of course they weren't young and talented sportsmen looked up to by many ppl and rooted for by many, so they had enough free space and privacy to go absolutely fucked up at other ppl when they were having bad brain hours.

Yes im including myself here.

The name of the game is If I Give Them No Reason to Leave Me They Won't.

Or If I Give Them No Things To Hate Me For They Won't Hurt me.

But spice it up with black and white thinking, paranoia and unhelathy behaviours jumping off the standard spectrum of bottling things out into like, going on a 4 hour run to cool off bcs you are undeserving bcs you are a bad captain bcs you're annoyed at the freshmen bcs they dont care about your shared goals enough and is thay really a them issue? Or is it actually a You issue? Are you blaming others for your own failures again? Look at yourself, you're fucking pathetic, and egoistic at that, you demand things from others but how do you show you care for what others need huh? You think you're a good captain? Keep telling yourself that, before you know it they will all turn against you. Because you're a failure, bcs you cant even make them care? Maybe you're just not a good enough player , or maybe they can see straight through you, see what you are udnerneath the happy exterior. Yo have just not good enough, not trying hard enough, and you want them to look up to.. to That???

Or maybe it is a them issue bcs fuck that, fuck the smiling, fuck the caring, you don't actually care, if they don't care, why would you? 🤔 you don't owe anyone anything you are so done with everyone and everything cant they LEAVE YOU THE FUCK ALONE, HAVENT YOU DONE ENOUGH TO HAVE AT LEAST ONE SMALL THING GO RIGHT ONCE? YOU ARE SO FUCKKNG ANGRY so you have to do something you feel like smashing something, you could, your body is literally a machine, you could show them what you actually think about their Opinions, how pathetic and annoying they are and actually fuck that you have to leave you cant stand being in the same room as them for one second longer.

But the sunshine Jeremy 🌞 exterior slips on so even though you want to crash the doors closed you smile and wave and say something stupid and cheery you even have a fucking spring in your step.

Bcs you're a fucking liar a fucking impostor you can't help it at this point you are a clay figurine that's hollowed out inside.

You are so tired it's like there's a lump of cloth absolutely soaked weighting on your lungs

You actually feel like crying while you wave at alvarez from the stretch of the corridor, making goddamn plans to meet up for group studying maths later in the evening while your lungs constrict holding down a sob.

You hate them all for the next 3 hours.

And then on hour four while you're circling the campus heading back from your walk/jog/run/staring into the distance/jog again you tap into the very comfortable very familiar hating of yourself.

This is a light version of course but I bet Jeremy is that person that dissapears sometimes like at parties ect bcs they are doing some absolutely stupid shit like having sex with a complete stranger or getting drunk but they know enough about the emptiness and self hatred they will feel ten minutes after they succumb to thay behaviour that they learned to do it when the judgment of the ppl who know them won't touch this piece of him. Bcs it feels like a separate piece.

Like he is parcelled into different breeds of fucked up inside and they are all set on a loop in a music playing machine from a highway diner. One song ends another starts you can choose which one if you throw in a dime.

And also we gotta add in the sensory issues, he sees things, he hears them, sometimes he does a dodge while there's nothing coming bcs he thought it was. Some weeks it feels almost he lives from one training to the next bcs he doesn't remember a minute from what's in between. Good thing he taught himself this sunny persona bcs its an autopilot mode that gets him having to answer the least amount of questions when he doesn't fucking remember what happened from 8 am till late afternoon that day.

#jeremy knox hc #just my headcanons #jeremy knox #jeremy knox has bpd #bpd problems #with a douse of #anger issues #on the side #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg headcanon #aftg hc #the sunshine court #tsc #usc trojans #tfc headcanon

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buttercup-art · 6 months ago

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this isn’t a real meme i literally just made it instead of writing a full meta on how levi talks + how that might translate into english. feel free to steal it if you want this is just my way of feigning activity.

COMPLEXITY IN →

ᵛᵒᶜᵃᵇᵘˡᵃʳʸ : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻

ᵉᵐᵒᵗᶦᵒⁿ : ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻

ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻

PROFANITY →

(English)

ᶠʳᵉᵠᵘᵉⁿᶜʸ : ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻

ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᶦᵛᶦᵗʸ : ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻

ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᶠᵘˡⁿᵉˢˢ : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻

(French)

ᶠʳᵉᵠᵘᵉⁿᶜʸ : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻

ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᶦᵛᶦᵗʸ : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻

ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᶠᵘˡⁿᵉˢˢ : ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻

( bold all that apply ) : arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. son of a motherless goat. son of a whore. twat. wanker.

( given proper religious context ) : christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h. christ. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.

THIS OR THAT →

contractions or enunciation ? straightforward or cryptic ? jargon or toned ? complexity or simplicity ? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ? formalities or abrasiveness ? insult or injury ? praise or equivocation ? frankness or lies ? excessive or minimal hand gestures ? name calling or magnanimity ? friendly or blunt nicknames ?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS →

do people have a hard time understanding or hearing your character ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never (depends on whether not that person also knows French whenever she uses it)

does your character’s point come across easily when they speak ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

would your character initiate conversations ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

would your character be the one to end conversations ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

would your character use ‘whom’ in a sentence ? yes / no / only ironically

your character wants to make a counterpoint. what word do they use ? but / though /although / however / perhaps / mayhaps

how would your character pick up the phone ? hello / hey / hi / yellow / yo / yeah / [name]. / what’s up / who is this / what do you want

how does your character end conversations ? walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t

how does your character address others ? titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames (or insults)

what social class would others assume your character belongs to, hearing them speak ? upper / middle / lower

in what ways does the way your character speak stand out to others ? accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t

tagging: Anyone who wants to!

Stolen from: @hyperionhugo

#[ i had a lot of fun filling this out! ]#[ also decided to give her a slight accent ]#[ since she tends to switch between english and french a lot ]#[ it's barely noticable but you can still kinda tell it's there lol ]#s/i: noa simmons #tftbl #borderlands oc #self insert

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tassodelmiele · 7 months ago

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Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie⁓

I've made it! That's the last part, we've finally got some old good nsfw stuff and I'm so proud I've managed to finish this little work of mine.

So happy, I'm already doing something else.

Life's so messy these days, why don't just make it messier?

CoDdammit.

Thank you all, whoever has enjoyed this time together with the Task Force! Eat chocolate and have a nice whatever you're doing⁓

DISCLAIMERS: FINALLY SOME NSFW (i've promised you); not so much dom/sub (Ghosty didn't want it); Gaz's about to throw himself (or a random someone) out of a window; Price is done being the psychologist (he doesn't show, but he's always here watching you); Soap's so excited about everything (i love him); you've a master degree on how-to-deal-with- embarrassment at this poin.

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Eighth part here:

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Next day, he has to change his shirt twice, since the bandages seem not enough to stop the bloodstream from the open wound on his hip; and youare running around the base with a long sleeved shirt with a turtleneck, trying so suspiciously hard to go unnoticed, that everyone decides to to notice you.

With "everyone" I refer to Soap and Gaz.

They try to avoid your sight (since Price had almost threatened them not to stick their nose again between whatever is happening to you and Ghost), but…they're not that great at it. And, as usual, everything ends up in the oddest sort of symposium in front of your lunch, with the audience (those two old spinster men) waiting for Cicero (you) to spit out a persuasive oration.

You're not gonna tell every detail.

You definitely don't tell them how everything had started in Ghost's office, with the brand-new door used as a pinning wall, with you pressed on the wooden surface and every will to endure drifted away from your synapsis.

You're not telling this.

But dear lord, if your body trembles at the memory of his hands pushing your hips still on the door, raising toward your body to trace every curve and muscle, from the belly to the throat. Your neck skin still bursts with the tattoo of his digits, your tights harden while recalling his hand splitting them open and pushing against your crotch, while you try to give him instructions to go slower.

He's not a good listener, though.

And when Gaz is too shocked to ask what in the actual fuck you're telling them (Soap asks at his place), you can just bury your head in your shoulder, face burning red and cuticles digged by your nails, while you start with a ridiculous:

«It wasn't my fault»

…

«Liar»

«Listen-»

«As false…» fingers pushed harder through the clothes, making you whimper «…as Judas» he ends, burning hot hair in your ear.

You do remember the pose: it's not the first time he pins you on this door, it's not the first time he dominates your tiny figure with every inch of his body, one hand clenched on your throat and the other between your trembling legs.

«You started» you mutter, eyes squeezed in an attempt to not focus on your throbbing clit «at the gym. It was you who-»

And his hand rises to your mouth, gloved palm pressed as gently as possible on your swollen lips.

«You're not taking this seriously enough, doll»

Hand moves to grab you by the cheeks, squeezing your whole face. He lowers on you like a starving eagle on a mouse, and now you can hear clear how scattered his breath is as he harshly whispers behind that goddamn balaclava:

«Shut that pretty mouth of yours, or 'm gonna find a better use of it. 'K?»

You just nod, watery eyes staring at him as you're melting in his hands.

He mutters: «Good girl»

And you almost faint from the arousal.

«Wanna show me how well yar master trained ya?»

He suddenly releases your crotch from his pressure, grabs your hand, and pushes it on your needy cunt. He crouches down in front of you, eyes on your pretty flustered face and certainly a satisfied smile on his covered face.

«Touch yourself for me»

Heartbeats race in a run to your lower belly while your hand just moves by itself, following the order so religiously you even get rid of the belt and open the pants zipper before digging into your panties and submerging your fingers in a goddamn, slippery lake.

You groan a moany whisper; your legs start to tremble instantly and Ghost just grabs you by the tights, pulling your whole body toward him and almost lays his face on your hand-on-mission.

His breath gets through the balaclava, coming out so hot that it almost burns the cloth.

«Yeah doll, show me how ya do it, how ya want it done»

Your fingers slip on your clit so fast, too fast, and you start to breathe with moans. Legs tighten under his grip, you end up needing to cling to his shoulder, grabbing his muscle with the free hand and squeezing it, trying not to fall. You're so close it hurts; your body knots every nerve in a sudden shiver, tightening limbs and lungs, your back is arched and you're almost on your tiptoes from how tense you are.

But it's not the right position. You know you can't finish standing, it's not stable enough for you to come, and that frightening thought is what makes you pathetically whimper:

«Please sir I-I need��need to-I can't do it if…please make me-»

«You're fully grown, babe» is his answer, blown on your throbbing cunt, brushed on your wet panties. «Know ya can do it»

Your head shakes like hell, and you're tempted to stop, since the tension is growing unbearable in your nerves.

Your voice squeaks so needy: «please…!»

And Ghost, who absolutely knows you're gonna start crying anytime soon, decides it's the right time to help you: and you suddenly feel two gloved fingers move aside your panties and soak deep through your juices, stirring, pushing and pulling in the clenched hole that's tightening so painfully.

His lips touch your hand above the underwear, putting a small kiss on it through the black fabric on his face.

«Keep on, doll»

His fingers stuff you deeper, rubbing the spot that's so easy to find since your cunt is goddamn tight.

«Come for me»

That's an order, so gently whispered you think you've just dreamed it; but you follow it anyway, eyes so watery they're almost dripping tears of arousal as you rub your clit that's pulsing painfully. Ghost pushes his digits on your walls, moving them inside while muttering things you're not catching. At one point you think you've blabbered something about slowing the pace", but maybe you're hallucinating since he forcefully pulls his fingers out, making your whole body throb, just to get them inside again in a repeated motion that makes you feel empty and full at the same time, as if he's trying to blow you up like a goddamn balloon.

Then your moans get uncontrollable: you cling more onto him, bending your torso and arching it back again as he stops his fingers' movements and digs them in again, focusing on your little button inside.

You squirm a fucking loud moan, letting out everything you've got on his hand crushed inside your tightened walls. Your legs tremble like hell, while lungs try to start working again, making your chest pump big breaths.

You really think you're gonna faint this time, when you feel his hand grabbing your hips, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall one more time.

Ghost guides your legs to clench around his body, and as soon as he literally bites your neck you realize he's somehow lifted his mask, and you're not even watching the first glimpse of his face he's showing since ever.

And he pushes. He pushes against you, letting his crotch collide between your legs, letting you feel the grown bulge inside his livery while you whine and cry moans, a little too overstimulated.

You finally manage to collect enough air to mutter: «slow down- fuck-I can't…do again-»

He digs his teeth in your neck harder, till he hears you squirm. Then he almost throws you on the floor, adjusts himself over you, succeeds somehow in lowering trousers and underwear on both of you, and lets himself inside all at once.

Your cunt throbs, tightening again all of a sudden, and the skin around your poor entrance just screams pain all around as he starts to move aggressively fast, caging you on the floor with your legs split and sore.

You try to cling to him, grasping his biceps, but he grabs your wrists like they're made of tissue paper and pins them with one hand, pulling them over your head.

You lift your sight, for whatever reason.

And you see him looking at you with hazel eyes dirtied in black body paint, curved in the most vulnerable and scary expression you've ever seen at once, while his lips are shown under the mask lifted to his nose, thin and slightly open, scratched in tiny scars that you just wanna count and redraw in a map.

He's not making a single sound, and what makes you aware he's about to come is the tightened grip on your wrists and the deeper movements, that end in a soft, blown, hot breath buried on your cheek as his face slowly clings to your neck's hollow, and he releases your hands.

Your palms run at his cheeks without thinking. But he suddenly slips out of your touch, raising his body away from you.

Too fast, though.

And in the hoarseness of running away from your fingers, he forgets that he's still inside of you.

And he ends up coming out fast and at the worst angle possible, tearing away your still-twitching inside and his dick at once.

…

Soap's almost squeezing the whole bottle of water.

«How-»

«Soap no-» Gaz tries to stop him.

But it's too late, and the man just asks with the most confused look ever: «How the hell does Ghost's wounds-»

«I punched him» you rush out.

«Oh….'cause of the-»

«The pain, yes, he did hurt me»

«Sooo…ye hadn't liked it?»

Gaz's about to cry from the embarrassment, face buried in his hands and chair that's slightly slithering away from you two.

But it seems like embarrassment is something that doesn't bother you that much anymore. You shake your shoulders, sighing: «Of fucking course I've liked it»

«Then what's the bloody problem?»

«Well, maybe he could have been more…gentle?»

«The day on which I'll see a gentle Ghost, I'll know universe is fucked up so bad»

«Ok ok, but, look -and I'm being, like, totally honest»

Soap mutters: «Aha», a monosyllabic answer to make you go on, while Gaz digs his mouth into the last spoonful of his lunch, mumbling: «Bloody Jesus» through the chew.

You gift 'em ten seconds of silence, just for suspense's purposes, before blowing:

«I've thought my first time would be kinda different»

Gaz almost chokes on the food.

Soap slammed the empty, already crushed water bottle on the table.

«W H A T»

«…What?»

«Ye'r tellin' me he's the first-»

«Well, yeah…?» you frown. «Why the fuck are you so surprised?»

«Dunno laddie» and Johnny's totally sarcastic at this point. «Knowing ye played so much 'round it, we thought-»

«Around what? What-what kinda mental alembics are you implying?»

«Can we» Gaz raises his voice a little «not talking 'bout it in a bloody crowded room?»

Soap shuts him: «At this point I need to know»

You suddenly feel under inquisition.

«Your brain is pretty fried, Soap»

«You've never had sex before?»

The question is so unexpected and awaited at the same time that you just can't choke an honest: «Yes», blushed and munched.

Soap's eyes are melting outside orbits.

«But the goddamn submissive thing-»

«You weren't supposed to know 'bout it» you burst out, blowing your cheeks and crossing your arms, even if you do know well Price knew everything, and, for some kinda osmosis properties also the rest of the Task Force did from the start.

Johnny's hand waves at you, scattering your complaints in the air.

«How in the bloody hell you've never fuck with your…master, dom, your…whatever»

«It wasn't a matter of fuck!»

«Don't tell me ye sipped tea with him, 'm not buying it»

«It was something different- it doesn't matter, goddammit Johnny». You suddenly stand, red in the face while Soap seems to be thrilled by your speech, and you know well he's capable of making you spit every bit of what you're trying not to tell about your past kink life.

«If you're interested» you mutter «you could just find a Milf with some big tiddies who spoils you»

«Hope ya don't expect me to spoil you»

You jump, with a: «F U C K» shouted out so loud.

Ghost's leaning on you. His judgmental eyes are piercing your blushed cheeks from the skull mask.

One of his big hands ends on your head, patting your hair while you're trying to collect some sensible muttering.

«Meeting's in five minutes»

His hand lowers slowly, fingers clench gently on the back of your neck, giving you a bursting, totally visible shiver that makes Gaz turn his sight and Soap smile like an idiot, while Ghost's having so much fun doing his duty of making you flustered.

His mouth reaches your ear, whispering almost inaudibly:

«That's for the wound. It hurts, ya know? So, next time, let's try to be nicer and avoid dick moves. 'K doll?»

You're thinking about yelling out how much of the fault belongs to him, and that if he didn't have that fear of you looking at his face, the wound wouldn't reopen and your inside wouldn't still be hurting.

You could do it, you could shout it out.

But you don't.

You just nod, automatically, brushing your clothed neck on his glove, eyes lowered and tights tensed.

He smiles. 'Cause you know he's doing it.

«Seems like I've tamed you at the end, noisy little mess⁓»

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#writers on tumblr #fanfiction #cod #cod fanfic #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mctavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #finally made it #cod mw2 #dunno why but sometimes it seems tumblr don't show the new post #k i go back praying the sun

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