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[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* "SO I HAD SEX WITH ALL THOSE GUYS FOR NO REASON?"

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This is a prequel & sequel to my fic; The F*ck List.

[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ afab!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college non-curse au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, obsession, possessiveness, hints of; stalking. kidnapping, violence, mentions of whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

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|| @kamiversee || ff status; ongoing || updates; spontaneous

[beif0ngs]

[thedarling]

Blue Eye Samurai | Episode 4, "Peculiarities"

[tokyothirstygang]

Your bff Chifuyu is everything a girl could want: hot, loyal, and adorably stupid. There’s only one problem with your golden boy��he thinks he’s bad in bed. Good thing he has a friend like you willing to help him improve his dick game

You’re lounging around on a Saturday night with your best friend, Chifuyu.

He seems distant as he sits on the couch with you, eyes trained on the TV but clearly spaced out.

“Chifuyu? Hello? Are you okay? You’ve seemed…off all day.”

He doesn’t respond until you grab a pillow and chuck it at his head.

“Hey! What the hell?”

He tries to throw the pillow back at you, but you catch it before it hits you.

“Sorry! I tried talking to you but you didn’t answer. What’s up with you? You’ve been weird since you got here.”

Chifuyu sighs and slumps down further into the couch.

“I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing.”

You turn to sit sideways on the couch to face him full on.

“I’ve literally seen you trip, rip your pants then land in dog poop. What could be more embarrassing that?”

His face flames at the memory.

“Hey, you said you’d never bring that up again!”

You fight off a smile, knowing it would only humiliate him further even though it was really funny at the time.

“Chifuyu forget about that. What’s bothering you? We tell each other everything.”

He bites at the cuticle around his thumb and bounces his leg up and down.

“Fine, but this conversation is never ever leaving this room, okay?”

You nod furiously, eager to know his big secret.

“Okay, well…last night I was with Anna, you know that girl I met at the bar? I don’t think she, uh, had a good time when we were together.”

Your eyebrows furrow.

“A good time doing what? Like hanging out with you?”

Chifuyu’s face hits full tomato status.

“No, not hanging out. When we were…” he trails off and it takes a moment for the realization to hit.

“Oh! When you were bed?”

Chifuyu groans in frustration and throws his head back.

“Yeah. It’s just-“ he reaches for a pillow and puts it over his face. “I don’t have that much experience. I know I’m not the best but I can’t be that bad, right?”

You accidentally snort at the question and he groans again.

“Im sorry! It’s just that we’ve never had sex so I wouldn’t really know what you’re like.”

“You know what? I really don’t want to talk about this right now. Forget I ever said anything.”

He leaves the couch and wanders over to the bar cart in the corner. He pours himself a shot of vodka and downs it immediately.

“You want one?” He asks and starts to pour you one before you even reply.

He comes back holding four shots- two for you two for him.

You both throw back all the shots, giggling and coughing the entire time.

When you’re both buzzed and warm, you catch yourself gazing at Chifuyu.

He was an extremely attractive man. Even if he wasn’t the best in bed yet any girl would still be lucky to have even bagged him in the first place.

That’s when your devious little mind gets an idea.

“Chifuyu…” your mouth starts talking before your brain can catch up and without realizing it, you say something that changes you both forever. “What if we had sex? If you think you’re bad in bed, you can practice with me.”

He stares at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

“W-what?”

“I said…” You scoot closer to him.“let’s have sex.”

He still looks startled, but you don’t miss the way his eyes briefly linger on your lips.

“We don’t have to. I wasn’t trying to pressure you I just…I just…” his words gets lost in this throat.

The more he looks at you the more he can’t ignore how soft and inviting your lips look. He also can’t ignore the way your shirt is clinging to your tits or how your eyes are lighting up with that mischievous glint.

“So what if we do have sex? What then? We can’t just be the same after that, can we?”

You know he’s right but the topic has already been put on the table. No going back now.

“Things don’t have to change. You’re just practicing with me. You’re probably just getting nervous when you’re with other girls, but you know me, right? We can just have fun with it. It’ll be like…a science experiment!”

Chifuyu shakes his head at the comparison.

“You’re treating my dick like a science experiment?”

You both fall into a fit of laughter. The whole idea starts to seem ridiculous until you catch sight of Chifuyu nervously bouncing his leg again.

You start to turn your attention back to the TV when Chifuyu’s hand lands gently on your thigh.

When you look at him you see his pupils are dilated and his cheeks are flushed.

“If we do this…promise it won’t ruin things with us.”

“I promise.” You hold out your pinky, and Chifuyu grins as he links his with yours.

“Okay, then.” He shifts himself off the couch and down onto the floor. He’s on his knees in front of you, and you’re confused until he reaches for the waistband of your sweatpants.

“Lift up.” He demands, and you immediately obey. He slides the pants and your underwear off together then gently pulls you to the edge of the couch.

“Spread your legs for me.” A jolt of adrenaline rushes through you as you open your legs and expose yourself to him.

He takes a moment to admire the view in front of him before moving his lips to your inner thighs. He’s making a point of teasing you by giving attention to every spot except for where you need him most.

“Chifuyu… please.” When you lift your hips up, he takes the hint and gives you what you want.

Immediately its clear why someone wanting a quick hook up might hate chifuyu: he eats pussy like he’s in love with you.

He’s making out with it like it’s your mouth, passionately kissing, sucking and sliding his tongue around it like he’s waited his whole life to have you spread out in front of him like this.

He’s slow and intentional about it, holding your hands and listening to every little sound you make to see what you like the most. He’s going to make sure you feel every little thing, and he’s going make sure it feels fucking good.

You writhe beneath him, lifting your hips up to ride his face. He lets you control him. Whenever you push his face in deeper, he happily obliges while securing your thighs around his head with his strong hands.

“Fuck! Chifuyu…”

When you cum, you cum hard. Harder than anyone has ever made you cum from just foreplay alone.

When you finally recover from your orgasm, you’re in complete shock.

If this was any indication of what he was like in bed, all of those other girls were definitely idiots.

Chifuyu was going to ruin you.

“Jesus, Chifuyu. You’re so good at that.”

He blushes at the compliment.

“Really? Thanks, I-I wasn’t sure.”

You sit up, lean forward, and gently grab his face. You kiss him eagerly, not missing the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.” You suggest, and he nods, immediately pressing his lips to yours again as soon as you’re done talking.

You stumble back to your room, feverishly kissing the entire way. When you finally get there, you’re entirely naked and Chifuyu is down to his boxers.

“What position do you want to try first?” You finally pull away from him long enough to catch your breath. You sit down on the edge of the bed and look up at him.

“Uh…I’m not sure. Maybe-“

“Oh my god.” You accidentally cut him off mid sentence. While he was talking you snuck a peek at the bulge in his boxers. Unless your eyes are playing tricks on you, his cock has to be big.

“Wait, let me see.” You reach forward and roll his boxers down his thighs. When you finally get a good look at it, your mouth drops open.

“What? What’s wrong?” Chifuyu’s eyebrows furrow in confusion .

“Nothing, it’s just…huge.”

You’re not exaggerating. It’s a long, thick cock that’s guaranteed to split you in half.

“Is that okay? Do you think you could take it?” His genuine concern is adorable…and sexy.

“Y-yeah we can make it work. Just tell me what you want.”

He decides he wants you from behind first so you get on to your hands and knees and brace yourself for him.

When he tries to enter you, you immediately clench around the tip.

“Oh, shit.” Chifuyu sighs at the friction. “You might be too tight for me.”

“Just go slow. I can take it.” You’ve never had someone as big as Chifuyu and now that you’re presented with the opportunity, you can’t back down.

He reaches around you and starts rubbing circles into your clit.

“Is that better?”

You nod, dizzy at the feeling of being slowly stretched and filled up.

When you manage to take him halfway, he leans down and presses kisses onto your spine.

“You’re doing so good for me. Shit, just keep taking it like that.”

That’s when you know Chifuyu has lost himself to his lust. Level headed Chifuyu would be way too shy to say something like that. You have officially entered uncharted territory with him.

As he sinks in a little more, he tests the waters by giving you two steady, deep thrusts. When you immediately cry out, he smiles to himself.

“Look at you. Already falling apart for me.”

You sigh and bite your lip as you grab a pillow and lie face down ass up.

Chifuyu takes that as a sign you’re ready and willing for him so he starts pounding into you.

Your brain doesn’t even know what sound to focus on: his growls, his hips crashing into you or your own screams of pleasure.

Within minutes he has you cumming all over him, chanting his name and gripping the sheets.

He waits for you to ride out your orgasm before he flips you over on to your back. You’re still seeing stars when he directs your attention to his dick.

"Look what you did to me.”

Around the middle of it is a sticky, white ring.

“Creaming all over my fucking cock when I was barely inside you.”

You’re still in complete awe at the way he’s been talking to you. You initiated the sex thinking you were going to teach him some tricks but instead he was unlocking new kinks for you.

“Come here.” He backs off the bed and stands in front it. He pulls you up and to the edge of the mattress. “Clean up your mess.”

When you look up into his eyes you see they’re dark and animalistic.

Your sweet Chifuyu is gone.

You take him into your mouth, almost immediately gagging because of his size. If you thought taking him into your pussy was hard, this was on a whole other level.

He gently rocks his hips forward, sliding himself in and out of your mouth.

Your eyes are watering and you can barely breathe but he looks so gorgeous with his head thrown back and eyes closed you let him keep using you.

You continue to suck and choke on his cock for a couple of minutes before he finally pulls it out.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that. Get back on the bed for me.”

You assume he wants to go back to where you’d left off but he stops you as you try to get back on all fours.

“No, baby. Lie on your back for me.”

You do as he says and before you know he’s got your legs spread open and thrown over his thighs.

“I wanna see your pretty face while you take it.”

Just like that he’s sliding back into you, stretching you and making you feel full before he’s even started fucking.

When he finally does start moving his hips forward, you swear he’s going to rip you in half.

“Fuck! Chifuyu…you’re so…so big...” Your words only encourage him to keep going, and when he miraculously sinks fully into you, you both cry out.

“Shit…you’re the only one who’s been able to take me like this.” He confesses, sliding his hand down to toy with your clit. “Your pussy must be made for me.”

He intently watches your face and when his cock finds the spot that makes your eyes roll back, he keeps hitting it until you’re speechless.

You want to yell his name, moan in pleasure, and tell him you’re about to cum but it feels too good to do anything but just take it.

He feels you getting close and leans down to your eye level. He presses his forehead against yours while he strokes you slow and deep.

“I know you want to cum, baby.” He whispers and your toes curl. “Just let me have it. Make a mess on my cock.”

You find your voice again as your orgasm hits you hard. You scratch at his back as you scream his name over and over.

“Shit…ugh…baby…” Chifuyu pulls out and strokes himself a few times before he cums all over your stomach.

When he flops down in bed next to you, you’re completely confused.

“So, wait a minute…why exactly did you think you’re bad in bed?”

He lets out a shaky laugh as he tilts his head to look at you.

“I don’t know. I could never get it in all the way. I thought maybe they weren’t turned on enough to take it. Like maybe they didn’t really like me or something.”

You smack him with a pillow for the second time that night.

“You idiot! They couldn’t take it because you’re big not because they didn’t like you.”

Chifuyu glances at his dick as he considers it.

“Huh… maybe you’re right?”

You roll your eyes and playfully shove him.

“I think you’ve been in too many fights. Your brain is only operating at 5% these days.”

He chuckles as he rolls out of bed. He leaves the room and returns with a towel for you.

As you clean yourself off, you see Chifuyu sitting on the edge of the bed bouncing his leg again.

“So…how was I? You can tell me the truth.”

It’s baffling that he’s nervous again after everything you’d just gone through together.

“Chifuyu Matsuno, you have officially ruined other men for me.”

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Shout-out to all the big dick Chifuyu stans I hope everyone survived this story because I was losing my mind writing it 🥵 lmao

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@kindbitch

[theloveinc]

I also like the idea of Bakugo coming home from a long, overseas mission only for you to be surprised when you meet him at the airport cuz he’s twice as beefy and four times more scary looking.

[paintsandquests]

✨🌊An evening at sea🌊✨(Missing him, of course.

[honeyxmonkey]

Marya and Colm sharing embarrassing baby and toddler stories of Wylan and Jesper to the other Crows who are eating it up

Anytime either of them start to complain about something Kaz is doing, he just gives them his hundred yard stare and whispers any number of the embarrassing child stories he now knows about. Both of them shut up real quick

Inej is a little more gracious about it, but she still finds opportunities to tease them about it

Nina just can't stop laughing for like a week straight

Matthias doesn't outright tease them, but now he understands why Wylan keeps handing him small bugs and various frogs whenever they go outside literally anywhere

[dawnbubblesai]

Tifa Lockhart

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from johnpomeroyart insta:

"Here is the final cut. Both Glen Keane & I were disappointed that they went with [covering John Smith with a shirt]. We felt that him not wearing his shirt was allegorical to him shedding his “civilized” preconceptions of a native world. Oh well, it is a collaborative art form." x

"A shirtless “JOHN SMITH” & an impending kiss with the title character “POCAHONTAS” made the Disney executives a little nervous. Though it was storyboard'ed with his shirt off, once I finished animating this scene with Glen Keane (unfortunately Glen’s Pocahontas level isn’t pictured in this pencil test) they realized that it might be too sensual for the “family” audience, so they had me cover him. You can still feel the passion in Mel Gibson’s vocal performance." x

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Paratober Day 5

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[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* CHAPTER 2 || Fuck The Foolish Mistakes

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, masturbation, pervy!gojo, tw; mentions/hints of stalking & obsession, some heinous activities, dark themes, disturbing actions, etc.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——THE SUMMER BEFORE everything went to shit for you was the same summer in which you and Shoko decided to move in together. For two months of break, it felt so much longer than that. It was a time in which you spent getting closer and closer to Shoko, so much so that it was only natural that you would call her one of your closest friends.

Although, said friendship seemed rather one-sided. Sure, you both got along pretty well but from what it seemed— Shoko had plenty of other friends to run to whenever she wished. So, after you realized that, you got a bit more real with yourself and dubbed her as simply your roommate. Closest friend, but roommate nonetheless.

This summer was also spent single after you’d gotten dumped a few weeks before the last semester ended. You were sad about it for a while but Shoko was there to cheer you up. Meanwhile, the other people you thought were your friends steadily started to showcase their truer colors, revealing how they never really cared too much about you to begin with and dropped you just like your boyfriend had.

Ah, whatever, that’s all old stuff anyway. It took you maybe a week to get over all that foolishness. So by the time summertime came around, you thought things would get better for you. Instead, you lost your job and that’s where your struggle began. You may have picked up one or two during your summer break but ultimately, none of them stuck long enough to trickle over to your final two semesters of school.

And as you went through such things, a certain someone was keeping track of it all like some fucking stalker. This person in question being none other than Gojo Satoru himself. Unlike you, his summer was rather pleasant. He started babysitting due to his not-so-hidden love for children, he went out a decent number of times, and he heard things about you without even asking.

Why? Because he had a wonderful friend who talked about you to no end— Gojo became very thankful for Shoko because it’s due to her that the pages of his notebook began to fill with endless entries about you. Perhaps journaling you became some kind of hobby for him.

Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t see you as much since it was summertime so he treasured every bit of information he got on you. Why was he so hooked on noting it all down though? Was it really curiosity at this point or, was it something so much more? He’d long since labeled it as a crush but that doesn’t excuse his journaling.

Hell, at one point Gojo found himself mindlessly writing down vivid details of the way your laugh sounds— from any pitch that’s ever grazed his ears, to the number of breaths taken before and after. It was then that Gojo dropped his pencil and read over what the hell he’d written down.

His hand shot up to his forehead and his fingers went to soothe his temples, brows tensing, and eyes narrowing at his own words. Did he… Did he really just sit here and describe a woman, who he’s never spoken to, and how her laugh sounds? At the realization, Gojo had to close his journal and push it away from himself.

Sometimes, he may try to pretend like he doesn’t see any harm behind this journaling thing of his but at moments like this… He nearly creeps himself out. Imagine if you were to ever stumble upon such a thing. Gojo’s almost disgusted with himself. Not even a hi or hello has ever been spoken to you and yet here he was printing the details of that joyful sound you make when you find something humorous.

Gojo was very self-aware by that point, mentally telling himself that he needed to stop this madness and just talk to you like he craved. Maybe Suguru was right, maybe your having a boyfriend didn’t matter.

On that day, Gojo should’ve listened to his own warnings. He should’ve taken care of his own red flags right then and there.

But instead, he only got worse.

—--

Depicting the details of your laughter was one thing. But going out of his way to print out photos of you he’d found on Instagram was an entirely different level of crazy.

Okay, so perhaps this was no longer just some cute lil’ crush… Gojo doesn’t know how his… curiosity got so dark. He doesn’t know where or when it really started but at some point, he thinks he became aware that this wasn’t exactly normal. Eventually, Gojo realized this was more of an obsession— you were an obsession.

A scary one too. Even scary to himself. The mere mention of your name would make Gojo’s heart race, whenever Shoko came around smelling like you in the slightest bit, Gojo could feel his mind blur and his thoughts instantly run to you.

One time Shoko, who was just as oblivious to this as everyone else at the time, showed the man a video of you and her trying some challenge together. Gojo doesn’t remember the challenge at all or even what either of you was doing in that video but he does remember having his eyes all over you.

He remembers seeing you hug Shoko by the end of the video and the feeling that burned in his heart. Such a deep form of jealousy swirled inside him and he couldn’t understand it. He never cared about Shoko being close to you before but now, it had pained him to watch his friend have the opportunity to feel you– to talk to you.

Something that Gojo told himself he no longer deserved to do. Yeah, he knows it was even more foolish but he felt as though he should be self-punished for his strange actions in regards to you. 

Those photos that he printed of you went right into his journal, along with an entry about how he wonders what it’s like to feel your touch. He wonders what holding a full conversation with you would be like. Would you laugh at the things he says? Would you playfully hit him if he utters something ridiculous? Are your hands soft? Would they feel soft wrapped around his cock-

Yet again did Gojo find himself dropping his pencil. Though, he doesn’t know which reason was worse. The fact that he really wrote that question down or the throb he felt in his cock at the mere thought of said question. Gulping, he told himself for the millionth time that he was losing his damn mind.

So much so that he had to push his journal away and really think about what the hell he just asked. He tipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting out a long sigh at himself. He’d lost it, hadn’t he? Thinking about you in such a vulgar way without even knowing what talking to you is like is the very definition of insanity, yes?

No, this is just his obsession. He’s not insane. But hey, maybe the two go hand and hand— maybe there’s no difference between being batshit crazy and obsessing over someone…

Either way, Gojo tries to collect himself, moving to look down at his current state only to find that his cock didn’t just throb, instead the damn thing got hard. The sight was disappointing, to say the least. Gojo stared at the outline of his dick, wondering what the hell is wrong with his body and how the fuck he got hard so damn fast. All he did was think about you…

He moves to part his legs a bit more, trying to comfort himself and deciding he was going to ignore his boner and just return to writing. Though, as he leans up and pulls his journal back toward himself, his cock aches yet again. Gojo lets out a little groan, somewhat scolding himself for being like this.

And then he manages to ignore himself for a bit longer. At least, up until he does nothing more than read your name on his page. His focus narrowed in on the letters of your name, the sound of it echoing throughout his brain before his lips parted and he let out a sound.

His hand shoots up to his face and he covers his mouth, completely confused as to what the hell he’d just done. There was absolutely no way he’d nearly moaned at your name alone. Oh this was… No, he was losing it-, not even, he’d lost it already.

Gojo steadily wiped his mouth, fingers rubbing over his jawline for a moment before he looked down to his crotch. He could now feel how stupidly wet his tip was. Was he in heat or something? How the hell did he get so horny from… reading your name? Thinking about you? Hell, he doesn’t even know where to pinpoint the cause of all this anymore.

Shaking his head, his first thought was that he was in no way going to touch himself to the thought of you. Absolutely not. Fuck no. He may be obsessed but he’s not a… actually, there’s really no word he could use to describe what he’s not right now because he pretty much checks every box for an obsessive pervert.

“Shit,” Gojo huffed, glancing over to his wide-open room door. A second passes, then two, then three before he’s standing to his feet and walking over to the door.

The man glanced out into the hall, finding no signs of Geto anywhere before he shuts his door. Then, he pauses and stares at the lock. He’s not really about to do this, is he?

…

He locks the door and rushes right back over to his seat. Gojo slouches back a little this time and his legs part, his eyes low on his hard cock resting against his thigh and how painfully it was bulging against the fabric of his clothes.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He whispers. There’s no way you’d gotten him this hard…

You and your… everything. The very idea of you made Gojo roll his hips upward, causing faint friction against his clothed cock. Then he shook his head and looked away from himself.

“Nope, I’m not doin’ this shit,” He whispered. He can’t jerk off to some girl he doesn’t even know. He shouldn’t.

It’d be different if you were some pornstar he was infatuated with, then he could jerk off to you and there’d be no issue. But when you’re his friend’s friend… it’d be so weird of him to do so.

Even if you have the prettiest face he’s ever seen. Despite your laugh leaving him in some kind of trance. Ignoring the way your voice sounds. Disregarding how kind you seem from afar. Nevermind the way you walk, the things you wear— and how the first time he saw you, you were in a skin-tight blue dress-

Gojo’s jaw drops a little, “Oh fuck,” His voice is already breathy and his hand has found its way to his aching cock, groping himself through his clothing.

He looks down at himself all over again, body hot and breath unsteady already. He swallows thickly and finally lets out a groan before moving to tug his cock out, watching how it slaps against his abdomen and letting out another heavy breath of air.

Gojo moves his hands to his thighs and just gazes at his cock for a moment, seeing how it twitches so desperately-, desperately for you, and how his tip is leaking with precum already. Hell, it look like he came already, cum leaking down along his dick so lewdly.

What would anyone think if they found him like this…

One of his hands moves to grab his journal and he flips to the page with your pictures on it. He shouldn’t do this. This is wrong-

A whine slips past his lips the second his eyes are met with your face. Then his fingers are wrapping around his shaft and he’s jerking himself off without second thought. “Fuuck,” He moans, tossing his head back with his lower lip beginning to tremble already.

His hand was working the length of his dripping cock furiously, back arching ever so slightly in pure desperation and utter need. Oh how he wished it was your hand here instead of his. Fuck, what would your mouth feel like? Hell, how are you during sex? Are you the submissive type? Would you let him have his way with you? Fuck that pretty mouth of yours like he wishes to?

Or are you the more dominant type? Would you have his legs shaking from sucking him off? You probably would. He can only imagine what your lips would look like wrapped around his cock— already wet with spit and dribbles of his cum. Your face would probably be all messy but you might like that kinda thing, right?

Gojo whines, his eyes flickering and hand not slowing for even so much as a second. Shit, your mouth is probably heavenly but what would your pussy feel like? How wet would you get for him? Would you take him all in one go? Beg him to fuck you faster?

Fuck, would you get on top of him? Take control? Ride him til’ he’s the one begging you to stop? Again, Gojo moans into the air, a few times actually. His wrist rotates as he fists his needy cock, veiny length aching for anything from you.

He wonders if you’d want him to talk you through it. Or if you’d talk him through it. Would you be mean? Nice? Fuck, his thoughts are driving him crazy. In all honesty, he’d consider himself a complete slut for you. He’d do whatever you wanted him to.

Gojo ends up shifting, moving to hunch forward as he grows a bit overwhelmed. “Fuck, fuck-,” He gasps and chokes out a whimper of your name. Would you let him be some little slut for you? Because he would be, with zero hesitation. “Fuck me,” Gojo mumbles, watching as his cock twitches in his hands.

You’d probably praise him, wouldn’t you? Tell him how good he’s doing for you, encourage him to keep going-, or maybe you’d do the exact opposite. Perhaps you would degrade him.

Gojo’s eyes roll back at the mere imagination of you ever degrading him, calling him pathetic for being like this, a slut for shamefully jerking off to you, or even a bitch-

He’s cumming before he even realizes he is, moaning and moaning after the thought of you ever calling him such a thing. He doesn’t even know why that turned him on so much, he’s never been into that kinda thing before but when it’s you, shit… he can’t even control himself.

Messing up his hand, groaning out your name, moving to stand up with shaky legs, and continuing as his cock doesn’t go down. Then Gojo looks at the picture of you again, aligning his cock with the image and stroking himself angrily. He cannot believe himself right now but it’s much too late to care.

The damage is beyond done as he starts moaning again, small whines of fuck leaving his wet lips over and over the more he stares at your picture. Then he’s thrusting his hips into his hand, moving his free hand to grab ahold of the desk in front of him as if to brace himself.

Gojo heaves as he gets himself off. Tears well up in his eyes and he just knows he sounds so stupidly desperate right now, moaning, groaning, whining, and even whimpering for you whilst he fucks his fist. Eventually closing his eyes, he imagines you there with him, mentally illustrating the way your face would twist up every time he thrusts his cock deep inside you.

He could make you feel so fucking good if you ever let him. He’d treat you so well, give you anything and everything under the sun, make sure there’s always a smile on your face, and prioritize your needs over his own at all times.

By that point, he’s chanting your name in mindless little whispers, feeling his balls ache before the tip of his cock spurts out thick and hot ropes of cum— all over that same picture he’d been staring at.

Left panting, Gojo had to deal with the aftermath of his high. His eyes were slow to open and when he realized he came all over one of his pictures of you, he was even more disgusted with himself.

It took him a moment to gather himself after his actions but when he finally does, he cleans the filthy mess he’d made of himself and that damn photo before closing his journal and putting it away— telling himself he’d never do that again.

—---

Although, his little declaration didn’t last very long. A week later and he was jerking off with you in mind yet again. The same guilt and disgust follow afterward and Gojo tells himself he needs something else to put his focus on that’s not you.

Like his job for example; babysitting. What better to put his mind on to distract him from the way his mind, body, and soul crave you so desperately?

With that in mind, Gojo started with his scheduling. As time stood, he had roughly three different kids he babysat on a regular basis, all of which were looked after separately but looked after nonetheless. The first was a girl, whose name was Nobora. She was rather bratty in Gojo’s opinion but he didn’t mind, he liked how having her around reminded him of having that of a little sister.

Then there was Megumi, a child who so clearly hates him but is forced to be around him anyway. That hatred got even worse when the kid broke his leg while on Gojo’s watch— an event in which Gojo will forever find strange because the two were at a park and he swears he looked away for two seconds only to hear screaming moments later by nearby children.

By the time he made it to Megumi, his leg was broken and Gojo was to blame.

Aside from that, the last kid that Gojo found himself watching over sometimes was Itadori Yuji. Now this, this is where things got interesting.

For starters, Gojo never understood why he was hired to watch over Yuji when the kid had a perfectly capable older brother to do so. Then again, he didn’t question it once he saw he got paid quite handsomely for it.

Sometimes Gojo went over to the Itadori residence and others he picked Yuji up. Either way, the number of times Gojo encountered Sukuna was rather slim. They only ever interacted when it was time for payments to be made. Outside of that, Gojo knew little of Sukuna (his school reputation for being a major partier aside).

Any other information he got from the man came from Yuji, who Gojo would randomly question every now and then. Though, Yuji never spoke much about his older brother— only that he’s a bit short-tempered. Given that, Gojo had no reason to think twice about their family or relations at all.

Even when Yuji would appear with a bruise or two, Gojo didn’t put two and two together until it was much too late. The first few bruises, Yuji said he got them from playing around too much and falling, to which Gojo believed since he’d seen how clumsy Yuji could be firsthand.

As such, this went on for weeks and weeks but the day Gojo finally started realizing something was up, was the same day in which he’d finally meet the consequences for his previous actions.

On that day, before Yuji was dropped off to be babysat, Gojo was busy making vows to himself. The first being that he’d finally man up and fucking talk to you. He doesn’t really know what finally came over him but he felt as though it was time. Something, perhaps the universe, told him that after today— he’d grow some balls and hold a genuine conversation with you. 

Only a few days ago had he learned from Shoko that you now resided with her so things were going to be rather easy. There was about a week and a half of summer left, giving Gojo some time to not only talk to you but also get to know you firsthand.

His self-revelation came about after he reread every journal entry he had of you, jotting down one final entry of how he planned to talk to you. It was supposed to be casual, he would ask for your number, become friends with you, and go from there based on whether or not you showed any attraction toward him.

With such plans in mind, Gojo thinks it is safe to say that his obsession is finally being tamed. He was getting in control of it after having had such lewd thoughts of you multiple times within the past month and making entries of how he was left feeling in his journal.

That may have been what his last straw was— the whole pervertedness of it all. He was getting weirded out by it himself. Maybe once he started talking to you, his obsession would completely die down. Perhaps the reality of you would help ground him from this fictional high he’s had himself on ever since his obsession was born.

Though, it seems the world finds humor in the suffering of people and Gojo was forced to learn this the hard way.

Of course, as soon as he tells himself he’s gonna clean up his act and do what’s right, his punishment shows up in the form of a person who finds joy in watching others struggle. This person is none other than Sukuna himself, who shows up at the worst time imaginable.

Amid pure stupidity and thoughtlessness, Gojo quickly found himself in a situation in which could not be undone.

—-

After babysitting Yuji for maybe two hours, there was a knock on Gojo’s front door. Yuji sat on the living room couch, watching some cartoons as he swung his feet back and forth. Gojo was in the nearby kitchen, journal in hand before he went to answer the door.

That wonderful journal of his was left sitting on the kitchen counter, right in the open for anyone to see. 

That aside, when Gojo opened his front door, he was met with Sukuna. The two barely even greeted one another before the tatted man reminded Gojo it was payment day. The transaction was meant to be done inside so, Gojo allowed Sukuna to enter the apartment.

Yuji hardly glanced over to the two men before Sukuna nodded his head back, silently telling the kid to go ahead and make his way to the car. With no argument, Yuji sighed and grabbed what little of his things before he walked over to the two, briefly said bye to Gojo, and then made his way outside.

Gojo was going to question why Sukuna let the kid go out by himself like that but, he’s made his mistakes of asking too many questions in the past and has suffered the consequences. Not wanting to deal with a mouthy Sukuna, Gojo remained quiet until Yuji was gone.

Phones were pulled out and the two men moved to make that transaction of theirs. Sukuna had strange tendencies and rules, one of them being that Yuji wasn’t allowed to be present for what Sukuna considered adult business. It was something Gojo didn’t understand but, nothing crazy to really bat an eye at.

Just before Sukuna gets ready to send the money to Gojo— something in which he requires Gojo to be present to make sure nothing goes askew, Gojo starts noticeably squirming all over the place.

Sukuna raises a brow, “Fucks wrong with you?”

“Gotta use the bathroom,” Gojo huffs out without moving from where he stands.

The pink-haired man tilts his head, “Then go use the bathroom? I’m not gonna leave without paying you so relax.”

Gojo stands there a mere moment longer, contemplating a few things. The transaction could’ve been done by now but he felt like he was two seconds away from embarrassing himself so he just let out a long sigh before running off to the nearby bathroom. Thus leaving Sukuna standing there alone.

Now, Sukuna doesn’t consider himself to be a nosy person— he could usually care less about what others had going on in their lives unless it affected or entertained him. And where Gojo’s concerned, he honestly did neither at the time. He was just Yuji’s babysitter so Sukuna didn’t see much interesting about the guy.

That was, until he took his time alone to glance around Gojo’s apartment. Sukuna’s eyes wandered, studying the plain attempts at decoration and how utterly unstructured Gojo’s apartment appeared to be. Well, aside from some spots, it was rather clear that two people were living here, one more cleanly than the other.

Even so, Sukuna remained uninterested until he spotted a single book on the nearby kitchen counter. His eyes narrowed and he found himself surprised someone like Gojo would ever pick up a book. Again, the two knew little of one another aside from whatever school reputations they had— Gojo being known as some praying fuckboy and Sukuna being known as some hotheaded party-thrower. One could’ve assumed that the two would get along considering how their interests seem to align.

With that being said, Sukuna found himself walking toward this book without a second thought. The cover was completely blank and he realized it wasn’t a book at all. It was a journal.

Intrigued, Sukuna picks it up and does nothing more than pick a page at random to see if he’d find anything amusing, perhaps something to taunt Gojo with. Y’know, something to get a laugh out of.

The very last thing Sukuna expected to see was a page with a picture of some girl on it in the middle, surrounded by rather… creepy depictions of the woman. Details on the clothing in the picture, how much it cost, where to find it, depictions of where the woman went on that day, whether or not she seemed happy or sad, how many times Gojo heard her laugh-

Sukuna found himself disturbed instantly as he skimmed over the page. Though, not enough to stop him from turning the page. It seemed that such a creepy entry was one of many. Although, the first page he saw was definitely the creepiest. What ended up becoming the cherry on top was when Sukuna read over the fact that Gojo’s never spoken to you.

At that point, Sukuna scoffed, finding Gojo nothing but a fool for writing about a woman in such a way without ever talking to her. With dates, times, etcetera, Gojo had a ridiculous number of entries on this woman, so much so that it actually left Sukuna both curious and… entertained.

So when the sound of Gojo coming out of the bathroom hits Sukuna’s ears, he doesn’t even flinch or attempt to act like he wasn’t looking through the journal. Instead, Gojo walks out of the bathroom and finds Sukuna with the item in his hands.

It was at that very second that Gojo felt his heart sink to his goddamn toes. His eyes went wide and he froze in his steps, Sukuna not even so much as glancing away from the journal in his hands.

Gojo swallowed the overwhelming lump in his throat and attempted to say something-, anything, “What-”

“My my, what a fucking pervert you are,” Sukuna hummed enthusiastically, finally flicking his maroon gaze up to a dumbfounded Gojo. “This is disgusting, really. I mean,” Sukuna glances back down and smiles, “You love this woman and you’ve never even spoken to her?”

All wide-eyed and practically speechless, Gojo fumbles for a way to explain himself, “I-”

“And you fantasize about fucking her quite often,” Sukuna scoffs, tongue seeping out to lick his lips for a moment, “I can see why but shit… You’re a fuckin’ weirdo.”

“You-,” Gojo cocks his head back and blinks, the slightest mention of Sukuna taking interest in your appearance causing him to go right back to that not-so-rational state of his. Blinded by a deep obsession toward you, Gojo is slow with his words, “...You can see why? The hell does that mean-”

“She’s sexy, I get it. I see the lil’ pictures of her you’ve put in here,” Sukuna comments nonchalantly, “And yet, what I don’t get is this uh,” He clicks his tongue and smirks, “Obsession you have with her. Especially without talking to her? That’s…” He trails off for a second, his expression fading into something Gojo can’t quite read.

Gojo gulps and again attempts to defend himself, “I know it’s weird, I… I told myself I’m going to stop-”

“When?” Sukuna interrupts, voice rough, “When you’ve already got her wrapped around your finger and refuse to let her go because of the attachment you’ve created?” He questions the man almost as if he’s speaking from… experience.

“W-What?” Gojo’s brows push together. He never had any intentions of manipulating you in any shape or form, “No, I-”

“Would you tell her how you’ve been stalking her for months-, shit maybe even years based on some of these entries?” The way Sukuna takes a step toward Gojo lets him know that something about this seems to bother the pink-haired man.

“I haven’t been stalking her, I just-”

Sukuna looks down at the open page, “‘I especially liked how happy she looked today, when she smiles, she blinks about five times and when she laughs, it doubles.’ What sane man writes this shit about a woman he’s never spoken to, huh?”

“Sukuna just…” Gojo sucks in a crisp breath of air and attempts to plead with the male in front of him, reaching his hand out for his journal, “Just pretend like you never read that a-and give me the-”

“Aht aht,” Sukuna’s quick to swat his hand away and he nearly laughs at the way Gojo frowns frustratedly, “Did you really think I wouldn’t keep this little gem? Hm? See, you must be a bit confused about how this is about to go.”

For a moment, Gojo just stares. He never imagined this would happen. Hell, he wasn’t exactly careful with his journal but the last thing he expected was for Sukuna to pick the damn thing up. Fuck, he should’ve never left it on the counter. 

He lets out a sigh and his voice is small, laced with fear, “...Are you gonna tell her?”

“Am I gonna tell her?” Sukuna simply bursts out laughing, “Ha! What do I look like to you? Some simple-minded fool? No, I’m not gonna tell her.”

Gojo lets out the most thankful sigh of relief, “Thank fuck-”

“You are,” Sukuna states.

And at those words, the room goes silent. So silent that one could hear a pin drop. Gojo felt as though his blood ran cold and Sukuna had this overly smug look on his face.

It was from there on out that Gojo was set to face the consequences of his actions.

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[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Shigaraki Kinktober - Day 4 - Hate Sex and Bondage

Shigaraki has very few memories of spending time with animals.

Sensei never kept any around the house; he always said they were too much work to train, with little to no reward. The few times he was forced to leave his room as a teenager and venture into the streets to get groceries, he might have seen a dog, or two, maybe some squirrels. Nothing more.

But he has this distinct image in his mind of an afternoon spent at Garaki's lab, looking over with boredom at vials of bizarre substances while the doctor talked to Sensei about things that didn’t interest him at all back then. He's maybe nine in the memory, tall enough to see over the counter, but not enough to reach anything with his scrawny arms and still decidedly unpredictable hands.

But the one thing that did catch his eye in the lab was a cage. It was small, smaller than a shoe box, or a box of cookies. Inside, there was a small rat looking rather in bad shape: its fur was dull, patchy, with bloodied marks over its small body. Its beady eyes stared right back at Shigaraki, pleading so desperately to be let free, yet filled with unforgiving anger he recognized well.

“What did the rat do to be held like that?” he asked.

The two men paused their conversation, and the doctor laughed, an unpleasent, gurgling noise, while Sensei only smiled.

“Oh, Tomura, the poor rat didn't do anything,” Garaki had explained with a chuckle, walking over to the cage. He poked a fat finger between the metal bars, just enough for the rat to smell him but not close enough to bite him. It had felt oddly cruel. “It was just unfortunate enough to be exactly what I needed for my experiments. Nothing more, nothing less.”

The memory is coming back to him so vividly, he thinks, because you look exactly like that rat in its cage.

“Did you decide to start talking yet?” he asks you once again.

“Fuck you,” you scowl at him, your eyes so dark he has to wonder if anyone had ever looked like him with such hatred and lived to tell the tale. “I'll never tell you anything.”

You spit at him from the chair you're bound to, narrowly missing his shoe by a few inches. He tsks in disappointment, bending down to collect the liquid off the dirty floor with his index. It shines under the flickering neon light, and he smiles at the look of utter disgust on your face.

“It's not a good idea to waste your saliva like that. Who knows when’s the next time I'll feel like giving you water…”

He gets closer to you, wagging the wet finger close to your plump lips. You're almost snarling at him.

“Wanna take it back?” he coos mockingly. He toys with your bottom lip, forcing his digit into your warm mouth. Not a second passes before you bite down on it, hard, and he curses as he pulls his hand back to safety. The wound is shallow, but he's got a perfect print of your teeth on his skin, now glowing with a mixture of saliva and blood. You look at him triumphantly, but you lose your bravado the second he starts chuckling. Soon, he's openly laughing, holding onto the finger in absolute delight at your reaction.

“C'mon, is that all you got?” he manages to snicker in between breathless laughter. “You can't even bite like a real sewer rat! No wonder hero society is collapsing.”

You shake your chair angrily, trying to get out of your restraints. It's no use, and you both know it: the cold metal chain binds your hands, legs, and neck firmly in place, making it impossible for you to use your quirk. Attached like this, still all dressed up in your hero outfit, you look like a children's doll still in her box, bound with tie wrap until its owner decides to free it.

“I got an idea,” you snap at him. “How about you uncuff me and I can show you just how much I can bite?”

“Tempting,” he admits with a crooked grin, “but I have a better idea, hero.”

He pets your hair with his bloodied hand like a twisted parody of affection, and you recoil from the touch. But the chain doesn't let you get far, and you grit your teeth as he keeps caressing your hair with false compassion.

“How about you stay like that, all tied up like a nice little present for me, and I have fun with you until you tell me what I want to know?”

You scoff, throwing him a defiant smile that makes his pants feel tighter. He loves it when they have some fight in them.

“You're even more pathetic than the UA reports said,” you taunt him, looking straight into his eyes; a cornered animal trying to act like it's the predator. “Is this the only way you can get anyone to fuck you?”

He doesn't take the bait; he knows he's still in control. Slowly, he gets on his knees, and rests his head against your thighs, looking at you from under his eyelashes with a smirk. The restraints are too tight for you to hit him with the force of your knee, and you seem to have realized it, so you stay nice and put, looking down at him with fiery loathing. Good.

“How about we make it a game,” he suggests, raspy voice syrupy sweet, “so we both get something we want out of it. If I can't make you cum, you're free to go. I'll even drive you back to UA myself. Isn't that nice of me?”

He's broken that bold protective shell you’ve put around yourself, he can tell: even though your eyebrows are still furrowed and your eyes are still throwing him daggers, there's a glimmer of something else there. You're considering it.

“But if you do cum, and I win,” he continues, feeling high off his own words, “then I'm not letting you go until I want to let you go. Even if you talk. And that might be a long, long time…”

He lets the sentence trail on, one hand making its way to your thighs and caressing the skin. So, so smooth. Nothing like his own. Maybe that's why he wants to touch you so badly.

“How do I know you'll keep your word?” you ask distrustfully.

“You don't,” he answers plainly, lazy smile still on his face as he plays with the hem of your costume, so close to what he really wants to touch. “That's what makes it a game.”

You stay silent for a few seconds, weighing your options. He knows what you'll say before you even open your mouth.

“Deal,” you accept, lips straightned in a thin line. Your serious game face. The excitement is coursing through his veins like adrenaline; he's got you.

He doesn't give you a warning when he rips the bottom of your costume, revealing your tantalizingly pretty pussy.

“Hey!” you hiss, obviously displeased he's ruined your costume.

“No panties underneath,” he comments, ignoring your protest. “I really have to wonder what kind of hero you are…”

A first proding finger starts tracing your warmth, not quite pushing into your hole.

“The kind of hero that going to win against a villain,” you throw back at him, glare still defiant. He makes a point of slightly digging a nail into the sensitive flesh, and you suck in your breath to stay silent.

“Doesn't look like I’m doing too bad,” he snickers, “but maybe I should keep going, to make sure.”

You glare at him, challenging: “D-do your worst.”

“If you insist.”

Soon, one finger becomes two, and two fingers become three. You're so wet there's almost no resistance every time he trusts his digits into you. He thinks of mocking you for it, but you're already trying so hard to stay silent, heavy breaths echoing in the empty storage room. He's palming himself with his free hand, getting off how badly you're trying to maintain your hero dignity.

He wants to break you.

He pumps his fingers in faster, rougher, and you can't help but gasp. You close your eyes, in what he can only assume is a mixture of pleasure and utter embarrassment.

“Its not polite to look away from the man making you cum on his fingers. Didnt't they teach you that at UA ?” he reprimands with a sick grin. He's winning, and you know it just as well as he does. It's not your fault, really: Shigaraki never loses a game.

“Y-you…” you start, interrupting your sentence to take a shaky breath, “you haven't m-made me cum y-yet-”

“That's right, he concedes, not slowing down the ruthless pace into your pussy. “We should get to the finishing moves, shouldn't we?”

As his fingers bottom out inside you, he curves them sharply, feeling for the spot he knows is hiding just nearby. When you cry out, your metal chains rattling, he knows he's found it.

It's amusing how badly your body tries to spread your thighs further apart for him, when your mind must be well aware the restraints won't budge any more. You're shaking as he abuses that spot over and over again, face contorted in pleasure, biting your tongue to stay silent. But it's a lost battle, and it only takes a few more seconds for you to let out a deep, exhausted moan as you cum all over his fingers.

His smile can't get any wider as he admires the clear juices coating his scarred hand. You're having trouble catching your breath above him, panting like an animal.

“Still think you can take me, hero?”

He makes a point of whispering the word as a last cruel jab, reminding you of how low you've fallen.

But then, you surprise him.

You smile.

“Round 2,” you spit out, parting your still trembling thighs apart again. And oh, for a little caged rat, the anger burning in your eyes is such a delight that Shigaraki thinks he might keep you locked up forever.

[moonlights-thoughts]

Ok, soooooo

I assume that the robo-roach controlled the raptor, hence why V is still alive, I imagine that she fought as best she could, and the little roach was able to bypass through the raptors and control one of them and helped V out

There's a lot of connecting the dots but seeing how everything connects like a puzzle is really entertaining!

[tokyothirstygang]

TW: EXPLICIT CONTENT BELOW

Ever since you slept with your best friend Chifuyu, your relationship has become a little weird to say the least. If only there was a physical activity you two could do to help ease the tension… (Part 1 is here!)

The weeks following the first hook up had been fine, and things almost went back to normal immediately.

Almost.

There were a few times when you would be hanging out with him and catch him glance at your lips, blush and turn away. Sometimes you would find yourself doing the same to him.

Then the second hookup happened…then the third and fourth.

The more times you found yourself falling into bed with Chifuyu, the more the lines of your relationship blurred.

If you were out at a bar together and another girl came over and flirted with him, you would immediately feel a jolt of anger and jealousy. If someone made a move on you, he’d sit there with his fists balled up throwing back drink after drink.

There was no denying your friendship had changed, but neither one of you was brave enough to talk about it.

One night, he texts you right as you’re about to hop into the shower.

Steam whirls around your head as you read the text and nearly dropped your phone on my floor.

1:09 AM

“Im outside. I need to see you.”

You hastily slip on a robe and leave the bathroom without even bothering to turn off the water.

You speed walk down the hall and sure enough when you get to the front door he’s standing there, arms folded to his chest shifting his weight from one foot to another.

When you throw the door open, you don’t miss the few moments where his eyes widen and mouth falls slack when he sees you.

You look like a dream to him: red satin robe, hair flowing messily but sexily over your shoulders, and a full face of sultry make up left over from the night out you’d just had with some friends.

He quickly composes himself as you move back to let him enter the apartment. After closing the door and relocking it, you turn to face him.

“Is everything okay?” You ask as you guide him into the living room. He doesn’t immediately answer and when you glance back at him you see him surveying the space. When he finally realizes you’re watching him his cheeks tint.

“Sorry, it’s just…” his eyes scan your body and for a brief second you feel a flicker of self consciousness. “Am I interrupting something?”

You blink back at him, unsure of what had given him the idea something else was going on.

“No? It’s just me here.”

A look if relief washes over him.

“Oh. I just thought maybe…well because you’re dressed like that someone might be-“

“Someone might be here?” You cut him off with a snort. “You think I’d let you in if I was in the middle of fucking someone? I never even would’ve seen your message if I was. I was about to take a shower actually-”

At that exact moment you realize you left the water on went you left. “Shit! I forgot to turn it off before I let you in. Hold on.”

You turn to head back to the bathroom but before you can he catches your arm.

“Wait-“ you lock eyes and can see the shift in his demeanor. That mischief glint has entered his eyes, and you know he’s seconds away from bending you over the couch and having his way with you. “I want to take a shower, too.”

You feel your eyes widen in disbelief.

“You want to come shower with me?”

He nods slowly, running his tongue across his bottom lip as his gaze flicks to your mouth. “You’re so sexy in this color, you know that don’t you?” His right hand trails down the front of the robe, and he gently tugs at the tie holding it closed.

The robe easily slips open and when he catches sight of your bare skin you know he won’t leave until you let him have you.

“Is this why you came here?” You pull the robe down both of your shoulders and let the fabric drop to the floor. “You wanted a quick fuck?”

Unexpectedly he shakes his head no.

“I just wanted to talk to you, but now…” One of his hands grips the back of your head and the other cups the small of your back. “Now that can wait.”

He pulls you into him and leans down for a kiss the second your body is flush with his.

“I need to have you, baby.” He whispers between kisses.

You dont even have to think about it.

Almost as soon as the words leave his lips you start leading him to the shower.

Just like every other time, you’re both all over each other the entire walk down the hall. By the time you make it into the bathroom, there’s a trail of Chifuyu’s clothes going from the living room, down the hall, into your bedroom and to the bathroom doorway.

You waste no time jumping into the shower and as soon as you’re both inside, Chifuyu presses your back against the wall.

“I need to taste you.” He says, before getting on his knees and disappearing between your thighs. He drapes one of your legs over his shoulder and dips his head down to run his tongue along your slit.

Before long he’s got you gripping his hair and dripping down his fingers. His lips and tongue are doing God’s work on your clit while he slides his index and middle fingers in and out of you.

“Ride my face…” his muffled voice demands, and when you glance down at him you can tell by the look in his hooded eyes he’s almost more turned on than you are. “Ride my face until you cum.”

He takes his fingers out and lets you use his face until you’re clenching your thighs around his head, moaning his name and trembling.

Once you’re done he quickly stands up and softly grips your throat. He pulls you into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue in and out of your mouth and making you taste yourself on his lips.

“Turn around for me.”

You’re so dizzy from the orgasm and the heat of the shower that you barely comprehend what he says. Chifuyu notices and smiles at you.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

He swiftly flips you around, presses you against the wall, and gets you into position.

“Are you ready?” He asks, kissing the back of your neck and down your shoulders.

You nod and immediately feel him nudging the tip of his cock into you. Though you’ve slept with him a few times, the size of him always takes you by surprise. You gasp a little as he slides deeper inside, and he immediately reaches down between your legs to rub circles on your clit.

“That’s it…good girl…you know how to take my cock now, don’t you?”

Already too lost in your own lust, all you can do is sigh with pleasure and nod in response. Soon after, both of your loud moans are echoing through the bathroom. You have both hands pressed to wall to help keep you steady while Chifuyu pounds into you.

“You’re so good at taking it deep like this…fuck…you’re making me feel so good…”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, your eyes roll back and your legs start to shake.

He knows you’re close so he puts a hand to your throat again and pulls you away from the wall and closer to his body.

“Here, I got you. Just let me have it…cum for me.”

Chifuyu’s voice in your ear and the feeling of his strong arms and body supporting you is enough to tip you over the edge.

You grip his biceps as you cum and scream his name for all the neighbors to hear.

“Fuck, that’s it…good girl. Turn back around for me. Let me see you.”

You manage to stop shaking long enough to face him and when you lock eyes with him you see that animalistic look in his eyes he only gets when he’s really ready to tear you apart.

“Can you give me one more, baby?” He leans in for another deep kiss and has you ready to cum again from the intensity of the kiss alone. “Will you cum on my cock one more time?”

You nod eagerly, and he grins.

“That’s my girl.”

This time he enters you while you’re face to face and you find yourself struggling to keep yourself from blushing while he stares into your eyes.

After a few strokes he’s got himself in the perfect position and you can feel yourself coming undone already.

“Do you know why I came over here earlier?” He asks.

He’s hitting your favorite spot, and you’re trying your best to put a sentence together.

“N-no…why?”

He presses his forehead to yours and slides his cock in impossibly deep. You grip his biceps and groan, fighting to keep your eyes open and focused on him.

“Because I need you.”

When you only give a confused expression in return, he continues.

“I can’t let another man have you, baby.” He starts rolling his hips faster and pounding you so deeply you can barely think straight.

“I have to keep you for myself.”

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You’ve officially been claimed by your new boyfriend how does it feel? I for one am sweating :)

[theloveinc]

(On one hand, Enjin is excited to have his own baby. So excited that he can't think about it for longer for a few seconds before his bones start turning to liquid and his gut fills with something so euphoric he's afraid it might cause him to up and float away.

But then on the other hand, part of him dreads it, almost, is annoyed by his excitement for it—not so much the actual having of, caring for a baby part, but the... creating one from nothing part. The... putting another living, breathing being onto this earth, part.

Babies are... no, children are quite a sore subject for him. Everything about them, about his experience as one, are the antithesis of his existence. Reliance on others in and of itself is far from a bad thing, he knows this to be true... but children have no choice in the matter as to who they are surrounded by and who they are helped by, much less whether or not they have to exist in the first place.

Besides, for all intents and purposes, Enjin has children. Grown-up children, children he only partially raised, but a family of the them, nonetheless, who'd choose him as their mentor in this life and the next. Having another, from conception feels selfish, somehow. Unnecessary. Disrespectful.

And he doesn't want to name it. Of it all—your pregnancy, the birth, the whole shebang—naming it definitely feels the worst: slapping on what will one day be an independent person an identity nobody else has the right to choose but them. He went through it, Rudo went through a version it... and he's certain any child of his will, too. It's why he has yet to come to terms with it... and has absolutely zero ideas for a name.)