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Letters from Watson: The Cardboard Box
Part 1: The fun bits
Watson's yearning for a vacation somewhere cooler is both very relatable and another reason to assume this is taking place prior to meeting Mary Morstan - he doesn't have the funds to leave town.
(This may shed light on Holmes' insistence on bringing him to cases that are outside of London - the scenery is nice even when the crime is grim, and if Holmes himself is already going to lodge somewhere, or be put up by his clients overnight, it costs Watson little more than a train ticket to join him. Especially how often they share a double-bedded room, aka a room with two beds.)
Holmes' appreciation (or lack of appreciation) for nature should always be understood in relation to Watson's appreciation for Romanticism, a literary and philosophical movement that emphasized the expression of intense emotion and also glorified pastoralism and a predictably skewed 18th century idea of nature.
Yes, when Tumblr talks about romanticizing something this is in fact the origin of that phrase / idea. For once we all get an A in media literacy.
As a literary tradition Romanticism lived and died in conversation with Realism, which appears to be Holmes' favorite.
Romanticism petered out as a movement (though not necessarily as a literary style) in the 1850's, while Realism arose (in france) in the 1840's. Given that my estimation of Holmes and Watson's ages is that they were in their early 20's in 1881, they would have both grown up with literature of both styles available.
Speaking of literature, Holmes mentioning "one of Poe's sketches" is undoubtedly referring to The Murders in Rue Morgue, an 1841 short story often credited with being the first modern detective story.
Holmes following Watson's train of thought is the exact same scene as in The Resident Patient, starting with the phrase "Our blinds were half-drawn." See that post for timeline context information regarding Henry Ward Beecher.
Once again, this case is filled with mentions of Holmes or Watson reading aloud to each other, a type of companionship I can only compare to chasing your family or roommates around to show them a tumblr post.
Lestrade's here! There's a reason he's a fan favorite (other than repetition) because he's so helpful in pointing out a case.
An antimacassar is a cloth made to cover the top and back of an upholstered armchair - most of us probably think of a circular doily if we've ever thought of that kind of decoration at all, but it's really a way to keep the chair clean. Given that victorian hair products are, uh, greasy. Miss Cushing is embroidering one.
Holmes' forensic evidence is much as it always is - some doubtful inferences based on handwriting analysis, some more scientific observations regarding the materials. I can confirm that tissues cut with a scalpel, even by inexperienced hands, tend to be relatively neat: scalpels are very sharp and they basically force you to hold them like a pencil, which is good for small and precise cuts.
Also, and I know this for legitimate work purposes I promise: the skin and cartilage of an ear do not tend to match up after you cut them with a scalpel, because you usually have to make one pass through the skin and one through the harder tissue. The ear is also a convex shape with very thin skin, and skin tends to... shrink on itself, once cut. Especially if you let it dry out. And if you're bad at scalpels that can show up more obviously post skin shrinkage, depending on how the collagen retracts.
#Letters from Watson#legitimate work purposes being I used to process tissue samples#Actually going to be doing that again for next job but a greater variety#less ear based
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Leo getting hit with a truth curse but instead of forcing him to admit to super sad or worrying things itâs things like âit was me who broke the remoteâ âI saw Mikey prank Donnie and helped hide it because itâs way funnier if he didnât know who it wasâ âI rip my clothes to look more like Raphâs because heâs really coolâ âmy stripes arenât even red theyâre pink!â
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#plot twist he COULD be admitting angsty stuff but heâs pushing the less oof truths forward instead on purpose#raph: hey leo what do you want for dinner#leo: *about to bare his soul on all his internal torment but pivots* Iâm afraid of snakes#(no but fr Leoâs stripes being technically more pink instead of red is cute ngl)#(a very reddish pink to the point that in certain lighting it looks red but at the base theyâre p pink)#(i also am very fond of the idea that Leo doesnât just have questionable taste in fashion he also just loves Raph a lot and looks up to him)#but yeah I think that something like this would be 99% Leo admitting to unimportant things or admitting to how much he values everyone#like they all KNOW Leo loves them and heâs talked them up enough for them to know but itâs different when heâs like#âI just wanna read my comics with you guys around - itâs my favorite place to beâ#or again just random bs that doesnât REALLY have a lot of weight like#âI like using my portals to prank random people around the worldâ#âIâm worried about being a bad influence on hueso jrâ#âsometimes I kinda wanna see hypnoâs plans succeedâ#âitâs been way too long since I found this out and honestly itâs embarrassing but I actually donât have a di-â#SORRY COULDNT HELP MYSELF#(<-but did u know that that pink rather than red observation actually ties into this headcanon as well if u know about red eared sliders)
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Victrix guard marines
I used uv resin for the base so it looks like they are standing on water
#I'll go more aesthetic with Calgar#his base is bigger so I'll try to go with something less colorful#ultramarines just make me want to throw all the stuff I have for basing lol#also OOF I'll try to not get bubbles next time but they just freakin appear alsdfjalsdd#warhammer painting#warhammer 40k#ultramarines#mini painting#traditional art#also man; ultras are getting a lot of love because of space marine II#it's so nice to be an ultramarine fan without some bitch on your ear telling you they are boring
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The other researchers are also here! (magical edition!)
#neopets#neotag#neoart#eyrie#gelert#THE BOYS ARE HEREEE#vin doods#my beautiful magical boyssss#had some time to kill this weekend so might as well finish rendering some stuff i have lying around lmao#its ironic cause my oc stuff is the stuff that gets less views or reacts overall but is the ones im more interested in for the most part#its been a while since i've actually really loved an bunch of ocs and this 4 (technically 5) are going to be the death of me lol#just to be consistent with the other post#eyrie's name is Ozzi or Oz#and gelert's name i'm still unsure of but for now I'm going with Faeran#i'm so emotionally invested in these characters you have no idea LMFAOO#also I did base Faeran's looks in a lot of âlong dogsâ like borzois and the ears just came naturally to me lol#I'm still working on a doc with all the info for those interested tho buuut if any are reading by this point feel free to ask about them!!#I'll just never shut up lol#the neopia i did put them in is a tad bit more.... âdarkâ?? i guess??#its less abstractly magical and i did have to find out how to build a magic system for everything to work lol#and my dnd knowledge did filter a l o t into it so sorry bout that oops:;;#anyway this is too long and hardly anyone really reads this much but hey! finally my babies have faces so i don't feel so bad!!!#it doesnt help that i post this stuff at buttfuck hours LMFAOO
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#spy x family#sxf#yor forger#thorn princess#tumblr polls#okay in case you didn't know: Yor has references to sleeping beauty#first ref is her code name. Thorn ironically being what put the princess to sleep while it's what Yor uses to put others âto sleepâ#Technically her weapons aren't thorns but they could seen as one with her being âthe roseâ and her stilettos the âthornsâ she uses 2defend#herself. Also the rose being her signature flower shown both in her headwear her pin and her assassin clothing#The less obvious fact is her maiden surname#Briar is the name in Little Briar Rose. The ENG title translation in the german version of this tale#Another fun fact considering Ostania is based on Germany so obviously none of these were coincidences#At first I thought the rose could be one of the emblems of the organization as a whole or in general#but after seeing the shopkeeper the only resemblance I could find between his design and Yor's is that both wear those daggers accessories#Yor wearing them in plain sight as earrings while the shopkeeper has them hanging from the ends where he ties his apron behind his neck#so maybe those are the emblems much like that symbol with an eye is to WISE#Of course given how the organisation is called Garden I suppose one of the main themes are plants/flowers/nature#Which has me wondering if other characters may have tale inspo as well or Yor is one the few/only who has references to a tale#it could be something that appears frequently perhaps? Just like many spies have code names related to the different times of day đ¤#anyway this is just a chance to bring the topic and see if others are cooking theories. Feel free to shout your speculations here#sxf manga spoilers#just in case#god now I want to make a sona just to shove on them all my interest about flowers and tales#MY BAD the shopkeeper has the stilettos (?) hanging at the ends of the strings to keep his hat in place â ď¸
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me being so set on hating every fontaine character because their designs looked too much and only pulling for the sibs + arlecchino but then navia turned out lovable in the quest. they advertised wrio as a dogboy. neuvy is a dragon AND has elf ears.
ITS JOEVER
#aishi.txt#when i say i dislike some of their designs i mean it like almost as much as i hate tighnari's#tighnari literally the worst of the worst in terms of genshin designs theres so much wrong with it idk where to start#waste too because his personality is fun. also his character demo theme slaps. the concept was THERE but...#lets just say he represents all my grief with how hoyo handled the region half of my culture is based off of#BLECHHH đđ#in contrast though i hate New fontaine char designs slightly less they just suffer from#the vtuber/gacha game effect of needing every character to look like the main one#they just stand out too much -_- not in a good way in a gaudy way#mitigated though by the fact that the npc designs in fontaine go hard and they look just as absurd#so its actually good???? they blend in now at least#compared to. lol. diluc and venti#anyways#thats my rant#i like wrio a lot from design and concept alone i must pull for him#neuvilette's lore goes so hard and im a sucker for elf ears + dragon#I'LL REFRAIN FROM PULLING BUT... ohghhh its hard#navia is my queen but i'll also wait before deciding!!#for now i have a lot of fun with the siblings alone and waiting for arlecchino. if shes even playable
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Doodles, Ideation and Design Refinement of Grian, Tango and Jimmy :) Oh and a lil gif of Skulk infested Grian sneezing :)))
#mcyt#grian#hermitcraft#hc s9#tangotek#solidarity gaming#jimmy solidarity#tango tek#mcyt grian#solidaritygaming#mcytblr#tango of the tek variety#y'all I need to animate more- I got big brained animation ideas for these blorbos like on god IMAGINE grian just got them hermes feet wings#and when he flies or smthn- BIG ASS WINGS UNFURL FROM THE WINGS FLOATING BY HIS FEET#also slowly but surely getting a jimmy design that's more solid and y'all watch me make him some kinda... werebird... were-...harpy?#SOMETHING and like- the more tragic he gets (narratively/he's loosing lives in the traffic series) the more bird like he gets/featherficate#arms? more like wings with hands. neck?? do you mean the mass of feathers??? who needs ears when you havve feathers huh#Also Tango. guys. i need to somehow. untwigify this design but at the same time i based this design of magma cubes for god's sake#i need some kinda- spinga springo suggestion kinda doing. wiry and all. and as much as stocky tango design needs to exist.... hrm.....#I really need to put this design on the shape blender again. follow through an old idea for the square... less rectangle more trapezoid?#also fuck drawing hair. that's all#emoting with grian's design was very fun btw :)#also this skulk sneeze is so old but like eh. not gonna refine that anytime soon. next doodle dump or so imma try getting a#gif of this lil mumbo bit I animated inspired by that breeze post from a couple months back.#mga drawing nako
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GODS FUCKING DAMNIT WHY DID MY PARENTS DECIDE THAT A HOUSE LESS THAN 100 FEET AWAY FROM A HIGHWAY WAS A GOOD FUCKING IDEA
#I HAVE A FUCKING MIGRANE AND THE SEMITRUCKS AND MOTORCYCLES AND ASSHOLE BLARING BASE MUSIC SOUND LIKE THEYRE INCHES AWAY FROM MY EARS#IF THE NEIGHBORS START FAILING TO FIX THEIR DAMN BOAT OR BLARING MUSIC AGAIN I WILL TELL MY DAD TO GO SCREAM AT THEM#NORMALLY IM NICE BUT RIGHT NOW MY BRAIN IS TRYING TO KILL ME I DONT HAVE ENERGY FOR THIS BULLSHIT#but for now the neighbors are behaving itâs just the fucking highway I canât move#FUCK a train better not go by tonight#we also live less than 100 feet from a major railway :)#I donât know why my parents thought this house was the one to buy but I CANT FUCKING CHANGE THAT NOW CAN I#canât wait to move out I swear to fuck#this is why I shouldnât have chronic pain I become murderous when Iâm hurting#silently screaming shaking with murderous intent at every little thing that bothers me#reaching for the nearest sharp object#but guess who has chronic pain from scoliosis and collapsed foot arches and neck problems that cause headaches and migraines?#THIS motherfucker right here; THATS who!#maybe I should stop ranting in the tags now and eat my chicken sandwich before the meds wear off#ooohh I should as my mom if itâs a good idea to take my loopy drugs#idk if theyâre okay to mix with Tylenol or not#OH MY FUCKING GODS A TRAIN JUSF WENT BY#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL SOMEONE#PROBABLY THE REALATOR WHO SAID THAT THESE TRACKS ARENT OPERATIONAL#anyway as I was saying I dunno if hydroxdezine (probably misspelled that) is okay to mix with Tylenol#but itâs great for when I donât want to be conscious and rn thatâs how I feel#imma stop now#randum thots
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Uni student (semi-officially now)
#wearing the earrings i bought three years ago for my first day of college#(< idk the diff btwn college and uni and whatever but i mean college as in higher arts education and uni as in. uni.)#george.png#still not enrolled/accepted officially but had my first class today#im doing a pre master so it was a second year course which is scary but like#my master is part of the linguistics and literature studies (thr master itself js theatre studies) and as far as literature goes im Good#like ive got a very steady base knowledge of literature studies#but the linguistics is scary#like realistically ill be fine i prob have a better base knowledge than i think i do but still#its also just scary bc ive been following school in english since i was like. 13 (more or less i mean theres nuance there)#but now its all in dutch and i can just really feel that i have gaps in my mother tongue#not enough for it to hinder me but enough that... well there was a word i had to like mentally translate to english to understand it fully#tis what tis
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ngl Iâm like REALLY tempted to make art based off this
#malewife cooks#Iâm more or less sane#mans got slay earrings#I wanna make a new character design based off it#the abundance of blue and dark hair sure is lovely I would say#yandere#yandere asmr#asmr yandere#no clue if this is a tag but oh well#Youtube
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IVE FIGURED OUT WHAT GRATED ME ABOUT BEATRICES ENGLISH ACCENT she has a âposh english upbringingâ but says words like âapartmentâ and âassâ
#legit west London/Richmond etc English accents alread sound fake to my ears#so the base of it Iâm fine with but the âassâ of it all#anyway! second time round Avaâs also much less annoying#warrior nun#waffle
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I will say, something thatâs kinda convenient for guys, is that you can just grow a beard and look significantly older. I canât grow a beard w/o help, and if I did w/ that help, and still otherwise presented as I do now, âoh she must be older than 25â is not going to be peopleâs first impression.
#I think wearing earrings make me look slightly older#or at least more adult#but thatâs more like they make me look more mature#(Iâve noticed that ever since I got my ears pierced at 12âearrings make me look less like a kid)#I donât think itâs gonna get me out of being carded in the EU#which tbf#itâs not rlly a problem#I am 22 and in most cases Iâll have my wallet on me anyways#itâs more just that itâs an interesting idea#specifically that a beard can make you look older#but not more aged#like obviously certain things like stress will make you age faster#and this look older#but thatâs not rlly what Iâm looking for#also I feel like that doesnât rlly make the difference btwn early 20s and mid/late 20s#although tbf#thereâs not that much physical difference w/in your 20s#I mean hey thereâs plenty of times Iâve been not carded#and some based on circumstanceâbut sometimes I think Iâve looked close enough to 25#also this was inspired by me remembering the time the guy at a liquor store asked me if I was above 25#and then I said âno Iâm 22â and he carded me#which mustâve been either he misunderstood the âlooks 25â rule#or after thinking it over#maybe he was trying to calibrate ages?#like figure out what 25 looks like so he can get his age judgement better?
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Give Me Tough Love
Synopsis. What happens when your boyfriend just so happens to be mad at you? Well, your poor pĂşssy might just know the answer.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, brat-taming, angry sĂŠx, oral (male + female receiving), vĂbrators (Nanamiâs), manhandling, unprotected, spanking (Sukunaâs), thigh-riding, intercrural, mentions of Higuruma and Shiu, cĂşmplay, bunch of heinous stuff idek, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.2k
A/N. Smh Iâm sick, try not to catch my virtual cold.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Dirty mouth? Heâll fix it.
âThe fuck did you just say to me?â he spits, Tojiâs hand tightening around your throat, pathetic little gurgles going straight to his cock. âBecause I know you arenât talking back to me like a lilâ slut unless you want to be treated like one.â
âT-Toji mâsorry- mpfh-â Greedily taking in the way your your mouth drops into a soft little oh! as he grazes his fat tip across your lips, glossing your lips so fucking filthily with his precum, all pretty and dripping down to your chin. Hot and angry, and at perfect eye-level for you.
 Hand moving up to pry your swollen mouth open, âYouâre only sorry cuz yer gonna get what youâve been askinâ for, doll.âÂ
Youâd been extra mouthy with him today, all sass and snipey comments like you just wanted this to happen. And it only took one offhand remark about how Shiu probably lasts longer in bed before Tojiâs pushing you onto your knees, hand at your throat, breath hot against your ear. And, well, that smart mouth can do nothing but beg for mercy now.
Toji scoffs, snapping you out of your daze, âNothinâ to say now, huh?â edging his hips closer âOpen wide fâme now, yeah- jusâ like that- mâgonna clean out this dirty lilâ mouth of yours. Hngh-â
And with that Tojiâs stuffing himself into your mouth. A raw little grunt leaving the back of his throat as your lips stretch so sinfully around his thick cock, and if he angled his head just right he could see the way your throat was bulging and full of him. âShit, doll. Look at you struggling to take me.â
And Tojiâs so mean - not even easing you into it before heâs thrusting in harsh, quick little strokes into your heavenly mouth. âHah- Hard to take me all?â he taunts, loving the way youâre choking and gagging all around him.Â
Pulling you down on his swollen cock till your nose is pressed against those tufts of black hair at his base. So wet with precum and spit. âShouldnât be, no? Ngh- A lilâ slut with such a fucking filthy mouth like you should take me sâeasily.â
All he gets in response is a low, wet moan, muffled around his cock. One that goes straight to his twitching balls. Smacking your chin with each thrust, so hard heâs sure it hurts. But he couldnât give less of a fuck, chuckling, âHeh, forgot you canât speak with mâdick lodged in your throat, huh?â
And oh Toji almost considers going easy on you at the messy state of your mascara, and the way you bat your lashes tearily up at him. Itâs only when you flick your tongue so sluttily underneath his sensitive tip in a way you knew would drive him wild that all thoughts of that go out the window. âSo you like this, huh?â
Voice so low and dangerous it makes your cunt clench in- fear? Anticipation? You donât even know because Toji has his hand wrapped around your throat again, hip stuttering filthily.Â
And then itâs like something snaps because Tojiâs ruining your pretty face. Abs flexing as he drags your head up and down up and down up and- like some toy. God, he thinks, itâs fucking hard to look at you too - so sloppy with the way precum and spit was dribbling down the corner of your mouth, his dick bulging in and out of your throat. In and out in and out in and-Â
âMight let out a few tears, but I know that slutty lilâ cunt of yours has never been wetter.â
Reaching blindly to feel for his phone, he punches in that familiar contact. Cock twitching inside your plushy mouth at the way your eyes widen in surprise. Sputtering around his dick - but you canât run away, because Toji has a hand firm on your head, pushing you down. Still fucking your pretty lilâ mouth while the line rings once. Twice.Â
âDonât act so suprised, doll. All Shiu and I are gonna do is fuck some manners into you.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Karmaâs a bitch
âMhm, yes, Higuruma. Iâve told the supervisor to email me the documents. Oh? In the background?âÂ
His darkened eyes sweep your figure - wrists tied, soaking through your panties, swollen lips falling into a little oh! at the bullet vibrator buzzing maddeningly in your dripping cunt. All controlled by the man himself, watching you like a hawk from the corner of the bedroom. âMust be the wind.âÂ
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-
âKento- please, wanâ cum. Ngh-â you whine pathetically. But it all falls on deaf ears, because Nanami only manspreads further on the armchair, a long finger unhurriedly coming up to signal you to be quiet as he continues on his business call.Â
Intensity setting 1.
Oh you could just cry. How did you even get here?Â
All you did was send him a few photos in his favorite lingerie while he was at work - who knew that Nanami would end up clocking early, coming straight home to absolutely fucking ruin you for that little stunt that had him sporting a rock-hard boner all through an important meeting.Â
âA voice? Ah, yes.â and that snaps you out of your little reverie. You blink at the flash of amusement in Nanamiâs eyes as he continues the call. âYes, a little fight as all couples have. Yâknow how it is.â
Intensity setting 2.
You jolt at the stimulation, body jerking up for some - any - friction. âKento~â you choke, tears clinging to your eyes now.Â
But oh where Nanami was usually gentle touches and sweet, sweet love - he was so fucking mean now. Licking his lips at the slick dribbling down your legs so sloppilly, spreading in such an obscene pool on the sheets below. Frustrated tears cling to your lashes - you just wanted to fucking cum.Â
âWell, I wouldnât exactly say sheâs mad at me.â
Intensity setting 3.
No, you were fucking losing your mind.Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt- Blinking tearily at Nanami as his thumb draws quick, relentless little circles on the intensity. The vibrator throbbing against your walls in time with your quivering walls, just grazing that one spot. But purposefully avoiding it so that he could see you fall apart and all desperate.Â
He sighs, âI know, I have to make it up to her, right?â
Intensity setting 4.
âYou have any ideas, Higuruma? Flowers?âÂ
âHngh- Kento- Please, wanâ your cock.â Gritting your teeth so that you wonât just scream or outright demand that Nanami ends the call and makes you cum right now, you settling for low, needy little whimpers of his name. Whiney in just the way you knew he liked. And by the looks of the painfully hard cock straining against his trousers, you knew it was working.Â
âOr, chocolates?âÂ
Maybe it was working too well because Nanamiâs amping up his abuse on your cunt. Devouring the way youâre reacting so sensitively to the way he was turning the vibrations up and down. Swollen cock twitching at the wet gasps leaving your mouth, thighs twitching and squeezing together so sluttily to get yourself off.Â
âYeah, youâre right.â you blink away the tears in your eyes to risk a glimpse at the man currently driving you wild. Irritation spiking at the way he was huffing out a laugh, âI could just make her cum hard enough to see stars. Isnât that right, sweetheart?â
Intensity setting 5.
Your orgasm takes you by surprise - violent and fast. The last thing you see is the cruel little smirk curling Nanamiâs lips before heâs setting the phone down with a quick goodbye. And then itâs all stars behind your eyelids as you finally cum, not even caring if whoeverâs on the phone hears the strangled yelp of âAh! Kento, mâcumming mâ- hah-â
And itâs all you can do to ride your high out on the vibrations still stimulating your sore cunt. So sensitive and maddening that you almost miss the metallic clinking of a belt.
Ringing in the heady air, the complete opposite of the voice to suddenly very close against your ear, low and hoarse with desire, âNow, think itâs time for me to make it up to you. Hm, sweetheart?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Work for it!
âGet off on mâthigh, or youâre not getting off at all.â
Getoâs had enough of the cold shoulder today before he decides youâre getting one too - even when youâre needy and sat so prettily on his lap. It was only fair, right? Which is why he swats away the hand reaching for his aching cock, angry and throbbing in his fist. Twitching in his hand at the adorable little pout playing on your lips, âNuh uh, bad girls donât get what they ask for.â
âBut Sugu~â you whine, slightly whiny yet not desperate - at least, not yet. âAlready said I was sorry-â
âSorry doesnât cut it for that attitude you were givinâ me earlier, gorgeous.â he cuts you off, leaning back comfortably on the chair. Smirk only widening at the way your eyes were so deliriously locked on the way his fist starts moving in slow, languid little strokes up and down his swollen cock. âNow, yâgonna fuck that pretty lilâ cunt on my thigh or just watch? Sâfine fâme either way.â
You huff at the way he was being so mean - letting a beat of silent staredown pass. One. Two. Cunt so achingly wet and dripping all over where you straddled Getoâs muscular thigh.
âFine.â
You feel so dirty dragging your pussy all over his thigh like some bitch in heat. Your clit pressing down on his skin hard. âSugu!â you yelp, hands reaching up to play with your sensitive nipples, still rocking your hips sloppily.Â
Fuck does he love your little show - and you can see it too. Catching the way his balls squeeze painfully, brows furrowing and locked on the way your folds were spread apart so sluttily.Â
âAll that talk but look at yânow.â he hums. And Geto knows heâs supposed to be punishing you, but he canât stop the way he starts bouncing his leg to meet your grinds. âWhatâve ya gotta say for yourself now, my lilâ slut?âÂ
âMâsorry!â you whine, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself as he fucks you on his thigh. So hot and messy. His skin glistening in the dim light with all your sweet sweet juices, trailing down to the cushion below and pooling at his heavy balls. And Geto was such a fucking picture - hair falling over his shoulders, bottom lip bitten, cock so long and mouthwateringly hard, flushed your favorite shade of pink at the tip.
Only bouncing his leg faster at your cute lilâ whines, like he was turning you into his slut - hit stupid lilâ slut. And all you can sputter out are strained little âMâsorry mâsorry jusâ lemme touch you. Wanna touch you-â
He cuts you off with a desperate, desperate kiss. A permission. A surrender. And you taste the sin and the satisfied little grin on his lips as you reach for his heavy cock. Drinking in the low hiss at the back of Getoâs throat as you start stroking him in quick, desperate tugs.Â
And he lets you.Â
Hips bucking to chase the feeling of your soft hand wrapped so deliciously around his throbbing cock. Faster. Your nails delicately tracing the pulsing veins along the side, swirling under his slit because shit you might act like itâs a punishment but youâve never been wetter. âFuck this hand was made fâme, you were made fâme.â
Previous anger forgotten - perhaps in some miraculous act of mercy - Geto couldnât even care less if it was all sloppy, mindless little tugs and grinds, high off of your desperation. In fact, Geto wasnât any better with the way he was snaking a hand down to draw steady, lazy little circles on your swollen lips.
Whispering against your lips, âMake us cum within the next five seconds or youâre going back to getting off on my thigh and nothing else.â Oh. Not an act of mercy.
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Evil twin
âSorry-â heâs murmuring into your neck, lifting your leg just a little bit higher to slide his cock messily between your swollen folds. âNgh- sorry, baby. Fuck.â
Choso canât even remember why heâs pissed off - or that useless little argument that led to this - but when Chosoâs angry, itâs like he flips a switch. Such a silent tease where heâs usually all lingering kisses and everything you could ever want.Â
Which is why heâs got you splayed out on your side, angry, red tip kissing your entrance in a way that was so filthy.Â
âCho, jusâ gimme your cock.â You arch your back, rubbing so deliciously against his abs, flexing with the strain to not just plunge into your pretty lilâ cunt right now. âJusâ want you inside me. Please?â And shit Choso must be really pissed off because he doesnât waver even at the way you bat your lashes at him, instead resorting to leaning down and kissing that adorable pout off your lips.Â
He bites down on your bottom lip, tugging ever-so-slightly as he starts sliding his cock inbetween your pretty thighs. Creating such a sticky mess as he moves in slow, shallow little thrusts - Choso was always so sloppy. And such a fucking tease as he angles his hips to just graze your swollen clit.
You gasp into his open mouth, mewling out a strained lilâ âAh! W-wait whatâre you doi-â
âFucking getting myself off, what does it look like doll?â
Fuck, he was really mad. But that doesnât stop you from craning your neck to glare at him - eyes traitorously drinking in his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, stray strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead while he meets your gaze head-on. Unwavering.Â
âBit rude to get off by yourself, huh?â you scoff, raising a brow at the slow smirk curling his lips.Â
âYouâd know a lot about being rude, huh?â
You donât even have the time to react to his sheer audacity because Chosoâs snaking down a hand to toy with your swollen clit. Still rocking his hips between your thighs. Loving the way all you can do is buck into his touch and whine so prettily as he rolls the sensitive bud between two long fingers. âBut since Iâm so fuckinâ nice, you better thank me, baby.â
âYâlike this?â he hums hoarsely, playing with your needy clit. Index circling your hole, just barely dipping in before heâs swiftly moving back to rub delicate patterns on the bud. âCouldâve gotten more if you hadnât run that pretty lilâ mouth earlier.âÂ
âB-but I want more.â youâre babbling deliriously, trying to meet his relentless little rhythm on your cunt. Just wishing that he would fuck you like you wanted him to. But no - not yet.
âMore? You think you deserve more?â
âYes!â and it sounds like a sob that goes straight to his cock. âWanâ more please. Was wrong- ah- I was wrong-â
Choso isnât even sure if you remember what you two were fighting about, but that doesnât stop him from having such fun bullying you - high off the power and the way your cunt tries to clench around his fingers. And especially your little surrender.Â
âExactly what I was waitinâ for.â
Itâs like something snapped because Chosoâs bullying his fingers in between your folds, curling deftly against that one gummy spot he knows will have you letting out such cute lilâ whines. Hitting that spot over and over as he pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt. Letting you soak him in all your sweet juices.
And youâre so sensitive and needy that all that spills from your lips are mewls of, âOh- hngh- Choso Choso- yes, jusâ like that. Faster.â
Maybe for the first time tonight, Choso listens. Movements getting so sloppy and frantic as he chases your high. And occasionally you get such a delicious taste of his throbbing cock as his hips get erratic, fucking himself on your thighs.
You cum with a strangled gasp of Chosoâs name, hips bucking wildly. White-hot pleasure running down your spine, and your blood roaring in your ears. Itâs all you can do to milk his fingers the way you would with his cock as you ride out your high.Â
But luckily for you, you feel his weeping tip nudging your quivering hole. So heavy, precum mixing with your slick in such a sinful combination. Breath hot against your ear as he whispers a quiet little, âActually, mâreally fucking not sorry.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Plaything!
âFuckinââ he kisses his teeth, hand raising up, up, up - coming down swiftly- Smack! âBrat.â
âOh- Hngh p-please.â you gasp, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Nails digging into his shoulders for some - any - mercy from where youâre sat prettily on his lap, throbbing cock stuffed in your cunt. Hard and aching. Yet still unmoving.Â
Thumb drawing lazy little circles on your clit, fast enough to have your thighs quivering on his lap, but slow enough to not give you exactly what you want - heâs been teasing you for hours now.
âP-pleeease.â he mocks, voice so dramatically whiny, swatting your ass again. Sukuna doesnât even know why heâs fucking pissed off, he just likes seeing you all teary and letting out such cute lilâ whines, trying to eagerly to please him. Is he being a bully? Yeah. Does it make it cock so painfully hard watching you try to grind your pretty pussy down on his cock? Fuck yeah.
Which is why he watches you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, and oh how he loves taking in this heavenly sight. Your cunt spread so shamefully, sloppy and wet enough that youâre dripping all over him. Â
His messy girl. It almost makes him want to play nice.
Smack! And that has you keening, pressing your sensitive tits harder against his front. âWhat do you want, brat?â
Your breath hitches, words shaky, âWant your cock, âKuna-â
But the only response you get is a huffed out dark chuckle. Strong arms spreading your legs even further as Sukuna leans leisurely against the headboard. He scoffs, loving the way you were always the cutest when he played mean. âYou already have it in your pretty lilâ cunt, want more could you want?â
âW-wanâ you to fuck me,â a hand trailing down to massage his heavy balls, moving your hips in slutty circles to meet his, milking him inside you. âWanâ you to fill me up with your cum till mâdumb. Till everyoneâs gonna know- Ah- ple-â
Oh how he loved all your dirty little tricks. âHm, ya really were desperate for my cock, huh?â he grits out, jaw clenched and eyes locked on the way your dripping cunt was swallowing him up so deliciously. Like you were trying to milk something delicious out of him. âSqueezinâ me so fuckinâ tight. Ya really that cock-hungry, brat?â
Smack! Speeding up his movements on your clit, your pathetic little sob rings in Sukunaâs ears and goes all the way down to his twitching dick. Massaging your plushy walls just right.
That makes you mewl and buck wildly, slurring out, âYes! Wanâed so bad. Wanted to be split a-apart hngh- on yer cock nâ filled to the brim.âÂ
Fuck, Sukuna bites his lower lip, do you even have any idea what youâre saying?
He doubts it - and he doesnât give a fuck because before you know it, your hands are pinned behind your back, and Sukunaâs fucking up into you in one, harsh thrust.Â
âSaid you wanâ my cock, nâ youâre gonna get it brat.â
Messy and desperate as youâre being split apart by his massive cock, starting to ram into you with wreckless abandon. And you can do nothing but take it because Sukunaâs holding you still, arching you impossibly deeper into him.
âKuna- mm ngh-â
âSo cockdrunk that you canât even speak, huh?â heâs high off of the way your words are a strangled mess. Such a pity you couldnât do anything else either - with the way he was holding you still. Like some fucktoy from the depths of his treasury. Grip bruising on your arms, only being able to let out such pathetic lilâ ah! ah! ah! against his ear each time his cock hits your bruised cervix.Â
âThis what my little slut wanted?â His hips are erratic now, fucking any and every thought out of your mind. Hungry gaze appreciatively taking in the way your head was lolling against his shoulder, so cock-drunk and delirious already. âNow, donât act so fucked out, brat. Weâre only getting started.â
Well, he didnât say he was going to be nice. Now, did he?
⥠GOJO SATORU - Candy for a bad day
âHad a bad day.â Itâs all that announces Gojoâs arrival.Â
Startled, you whirl his head to catch that an uncharacteristic little sigh, heâs pulling his blindfold down haphazardly, raising his eyes to meet yours and oh-
Fuck, you werenât going to make it out alive.
And Gojo wasnât sure whether he would either with the way he was immediately slamming the front door shut, lips searing on yours as he shoves you against the adjacent wall with a soft thud!Â
âS-Satoru, what the fuck?â you sputter, head spinning because he was here and then kneeling in front of you so fast you think he mightâve teleported there. Hand groping every inch of you he could reach, thumbing over your hardened nipples. Drawing little circles on your hips as he looks at you through heavy, half-lidded eyes.
You try to talk back some semblance of sanity into him, âSatoru, what happ-â
âShut up. Those annoying old fuckers always fuckinâ piss me off. Dunno why you fuckinâ made me attend that meeting.âÂ
Oh. Thatâs what happened.Â
Heaving in a shaky gasp, you let him all but rip off your skirt. Flinging them to God-knows-where with the audacity of a man that would buy you ten new ones to replace it. Gojoâs mouth falls into a soft little oh! at the heavenly sight of your already-soaked panties. Â
âSwear mâgonna purple hollow them all one day.â he murmurs into your pretty pussy, tongue darting out to draw lazy patterns along your slit. âGonna have âem begging for their lives.â
Words muffled around the flimsy fabric - ones he rips clean off your hips with one hand. Not even letting you flinch at the cool air before Gojoâs pooling your sweet juices on his fingertips. Staring right in your eyes while he pops them into your mouth, sucking them clean and glistening with saliva in the dim light.Â
âOh.â Eyes rolling to the back of his at the taste of your sweet lilâ cunt. âYou always taste sâfucking perfect fâme. Canât believe youâve been fucking holdinâ out on me.â
And maybe Gojo loses his patience - maybe his sanity - because one taste, and heâs hooked. Diving face-first into your clothed cunt, breathing in your scent so fucking lewdly.
âF-fuck, Toru-â you whisper breathlessly, gripping those soft white locks for some stability. The only reply you get is Gojo licking long, languid stripes up your swollen folds. Your slick glossing his ruby lips, trailing down his chin. âIt feels sâgood.â
And heâs so uncharacteristically messy - making out with your sloppy pussy like itâs his last meal. All pure desperation, lips puckering so prettily around your swollen clit as he sucks on it harshly. Rolling his tongue over and over and-
âHate that you made me go. They drive me crazy, yâknow.â he slurs lowly into your sensitive cunt. Vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running up your spine. âMakes me wanna wish I could stay home with you, eating this cute lilâ cunt out all day.âÂ
âWha- what nonsense, Toru.â
âYour cunt is addictive, pretty.â
You barely even notice the way that heâs the one holding you up, throwing a leg over his shoulder, looping and arm around your waist to pull you deeper onto this tongue. Close. So close. âHngh- Toru-â
âClose?â he murmurs, muffled. âCan feel yâclenching around mâtongue, yâknow. How am I supposed to tonguefuck my pretty girl if sheâs sucking the soul outta me?â
He was such a little tease. Becoming as frantic and sloppy as you - dripping all over the hardwood floor with a maddening tap! tap! tap!
And despite the way he was devouring you - licking all over your pussy, tongue dipping in and out of your slutty hole - Gojo still finds it in himself to run his mouth. Babbling about how heâs gonna destroy the elders all while youâre in shambles above him.Â
âHah- Toru, shit Iâm close. Mâgonna-â
âGive it to me, my girl. Wanna taste yâon my tongue.â
And then youâre cumming. Stars behind your eyes and Gojoâs tongue fucking you through your high as you grind down on his pretty face. Dragging your dripping cunt all over till itâs so messy that it makes your cheeks burn.Â
But Gojo doesnât mind - of course, he doesnât. In fact, his glossy lips only turn up into a slow, sly smirk as he stands up slowly from the ground.
âCâmon, gotta punish you proper now, princess.â
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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trouble a gojo satoru fic
pairing ⸺ bully!satoru gojo x reader
summary ⸺ an unexpected tutoring session with your bully satoru gojo leads to somewhere...unexpected
warnings ⸺ SMUT (MDNI), fluff, slight angst, college au, porn with really mid plot, bullying, humiliation, PANTY INSPECTION, p i v sex, unprotected sex, aftercare, creampie, he whimpers a lot but also degrades you a lot, gojo satoru king of dirty talk it might not make sense lolz, this is not edited in the slightest, didn't even do it a once over, implied that reader is a virgin but not really art by the goat 3-aem
a/n sorry for being so ia. will be answering asks after the ao3 author ahh events that went on this past week T-T as a result this is kind of mid, might delete later, based on this req
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This could not be happening to you. NO, no, no. You must be dreaming, right?
Because Satoru Gojo was sitting right across from you in your math professorâs office, looking akin to a kicked puppy, ears drooping as your professor continued ranting about his late assignments, his efforts to cover his grades up, lost potential, laziness, how he should learn from youâbut you were only dreading the aftermath of this conversation, when you were left alone with Gojo.Â
Because he was your college bully.
It didnât get as violent as in those Asian dramas, but you were often left humiliated from the nuisance he was. For example, take the instance when you both first met.Â
Head deep in the textbooks you just bought, you were scanning the formulas in an effort to get ahead; after all, for someone like youâdependent on a scholarship to attend universityâslacking off was not an option. Only for the nepo trust fund babiesâwhich you were not. There, in the prestigious university you had fought tooth and nail to get into, you were at peace.Â
But it all went out the window as someone moved to tap you on your shoulder, making you turn your head towards possibly the most handsomest boy youâve ever seen but undeniably a spoiled kid. Because what came out of his words were definitely grounds for sexual harassment.
âAre Asian people your type? Because Iâm China get in your japanties.â
If crickets could make their way into the study room you were sitting in, their chirps would be LOUD. You blinked, heat creeping up your face as he leaned closer to your face, eyes flirtingly honing in on yours and your lips. Abruptlyâ-flusteredâyou stood up, gathering your belongings and apologizing profusely. âIâm soâsorryâI donâtâ-you might be talking to the wrong perââ because there was no way in hell he was addressing you. From what you could see, he looked like a rich kid, the kind with a lot of moneyâsomething that could land you in trouble. You booked it the hell out of there, ignoring the confused look on his face and missing the disappointment flicker across it as he saw your retreating figure leave his sight.
And thus, your love story with Satoru Gojoâwho you soon found out was the most popular boy on campusâstarted.Â
Small encounters with Gojo kept plaguing your first semester. They would be chance encounters, where Gojo would catch your eye in the middle of a crowd and make his way towards you, a snarky grin creeping up his face as he cornered you into a hallway with less traffic. Sometimes even in a closet.
It wouldnât be anything grave, to say. All he would ask is how your day was, all sweet nothings and cute smiles made to woo you. And they definitely didâbut you couldnât let it show, couldnât let him woo you.
âWhatâs your next class, baby?â The both of you were in a janitorâs closet, him having cornered you in the room and locked  the door. You kept biting your lip nervously, the edge of it red and swollen as you peered at him somewhat nervously.
âUhâI donât know,â you whispered, darting your eyes somewhere on the floor, so he wouldnât see the avoidant look on your face.
Letâs get the record straight: you werenât scared of Gojo. Sure, at 6â 3ââ with piercing, glow-in-the-dark sapphire eyes, he made you nervous, but you knew you could pine for him at best. Because god knows what would happen if you ever cross him or his dozens of fan girls, some with considerably more power than you on campus. Putting a target on your back while you were trying to graduate wasnât one of your goals, but trying to pass your math classes with honors was.
And you hated the fact Gojo could read you like a book. Because in the cramped, dark space, his eyes were almost..soft as he put his forearm across the wall on top of your head, effectively caging you in as he steps toward you. You hug your big and heavy books closer to your chest, the squish of your breasts over your top not lost to Gojo who eyes them with lidded eyes. Then, they make their way to meet yours, and itâs like he can see the pining in your eyes. The fact that heâs a carrot dangled in front of your head, something you want but if you ran, you would never have him. A perpetual race to make him yours.
He smiles, gives a soft chuckle. âYou donât know?â he teases you and your blatant lie. âCâmon, let me walk you there.â
But you blurt out an immediate âNo!â and then regret it, because hurt flashes across his face. âI meanââ you falter, âplease donât. Youâll be seen publicly with me.â
A quizzical look, one that is so innocent that it makes you want to cry, because how could Gojo ever understand your problems? âWhatâs the problem?â And then he pouts. âYou embarrassed of me?â
âNoânoââ you shake your head, squirming slightly from where you were both standing. âIt wonât be good for you, for me.â Then, you swallowed, waiting and screening for his reaction.
Praying to whatever gods that were listening to you that he would understand, it seemed that they were answered because an emotion you couldnât place etched its way on his face until he nodded. A resolute one, yet something that made you a bitâŚuneasy was in his eyes. Because it meant nothing but trouble.
Then on went your days. Seven days, in fact, because it only took a week for you to be walking across the hallway, daydreaming about a boy without a face cuddling you in the winter, eating cookies in Christmas. You hated being single and hated the fact you were confined to your academic responsibilities; quickly, your professors caught onto your potential, assigning you to tutor your peers during recitations. You preened at the attention and validation but felt lonely because it occupied all your time to catch up on othersâ expectations. In your rumination of your upcoming responsibilities, you didnât notice the hand shoot out and firmly grab your arm until you were in a janitorâs closet. Yet again.
Shocked, you resisted the unknown person who had led you in here, instincts flaring up until said person turned on the light.Â
Gojo.
âGojo, what are youââ You didnât get a chance to finish your sentence, as Gojo had covered your mouth with his arm, one to avoid causing too much commotion before you were discovered there.
âYou said no one could see us, right?â A mischievousâyet yearningâlook flashed across his face and it was then you realized his play. âSo this is okay?â
No, this stubborn man wasnât going to let you goâhe was going to torment you. In secret.
The only response you could conjure your brain was a whimper because a tentative hand was creeping its way up your thigh, softy caressing the insides of it. All you could feel was pleasure and how it was so right despite it being so wrong that Satoru Gojo, the campus sweetheart, had cornered you into the janitorâs closet to give you the most dizzying touches, some you couldnât deny.
So when he moved his other hand that was at your mouth to grab at your pink skirt, he lifted the hem with both his hands and then paused. Looked at you with darkened eyes. âLet me do this.â
You could only close your eyes in your flustered state, pinching them shut as you gave him a slight nod. It only took him a millisecond to move, using both of his hands to uncover what was between your thighs, eyes focused and widening as he inspected your panties.
âPink with hearts, huh?â You could hear the chuckle in his voice, the cockiness basically oozing out and you could only continue to heat up deeper. âI like it, baby.â Jumping as you felt his hands roam and trace the edges of your panties, he hooked his finger in the crotch, your thighs tightening slightly as his index just oh so grazed your bare folds as he pulled and pulled, until he let go of the tension and it snapped back in its place. âLook at me.â
As per his instruction, you opened your eyes, only to be taken aback by the intensity in his. Then, his lips moved. âBe my girlfriend.â
The moment broke as clarity hit you. This shouldnât have happened. âIâm sorry, Gojo, butââ
âDonât call me that,â he groaned, stepping back and raking an arm through his hair. âWhatâs even your problem? Did I do something wrong?â
Incredulous, you utter out a âSomething wroâyou donât think you did something wrong?â
He looked at you for a bit, made to say something, but you cut him off. âYou know what Gojo? Get this through your head. We canât do this. I donât know how many girls fall for this, but I canât. Iâm sorry.â With that, you made to move, but he quickly reached out, pleading for you to stay. You wrenched his hand out of your grip and said, in the most serious voice you could muster, âDonât ever talk to me again.â And you walked out, pretending you werenât scared of what would happen after you retaliated against the Satoru Gojo.
Surprising, all went well for the rest of the semester. You did get some whispers and stares because of the stray rumor or two passing around about you and the mysterious instances when the campus king stared at your figure for a flicker too long. But it wasnât nothing but passing because you didnât share any classes with Gojo, and he respected your wishes. You didnât miss the bitterness in his stare when you passed by his friend group in the hallway, speeding up to shake off the weight of his eyes on you.
So, you were at peace. Until second semesterâs Calc III.
You soon realize that with gradients and vectors comes an additional burden, one specifically sporting white hair. Because as youâre pulled into your math professorâs office and see him, you oh so desperately want to book it.Â
âAnd this, Satoru,â your professor pauses and looks at him sternly while gesturing towards you, âis your ticket out of failing. Miss Y/N here,â he gives you a comforting smile, one that does nothing to ease the stiffness flooding your body at the thought of Gojo right next to you, âhas the highest grade in the class. Sheâs a seasoned teaching assistant too, helping a lot of people in her classes next year.â You silently curse, your smile growing more strained as you realize Gojoâs looking at you. âI trust that youâll be in good care.â
Once the professor finally dismissed you both, you braced yourself, shoving your notebook back into your bag with far more force than necessary. The prospect of *actually* tutoring Satoru Gojoâthe one person who seemed hell-bent on making college a gauntlet for youâwas absurd.
You didn't look up as you pushed past him, but Gojo kept pace, following you out of the office and down the hall with that easy, unbothered stride of his. "So," he drawled, âhow's this tutoring thing going to work? Are you coming to my place, or am I coming to yours?â
You stopped, turning to face him. "My place," you said firmly. The thought of seeing him lounging in some flashy, high-end apartment was insufferable. Besides, at least in your dorm, you could set some ground rules.
He blinked, looking surprised. "Your place? Bold move, Miss Perfect," he teased, that trademark smirk flickering onto his face. âDidnât think youâd be so eager to have me over.â
"Trust me, Gojo, I'm only doing this because I have to. And there will be rules," you said, crossing your arms. "No messing around, no gamesâjust math."
â*Just math,*" he repeated, his tone playful as his eyes glinted with mischief. âGot it.â
You swallowed, hoping he meant it. "Fine," you said briskly. "Iâll see you tomorrow at six. Donât be late."
âOh, wouldnât miss it,â he replied, and with a little salute, he strolled off, leaving you with a sense of impending doom.
The knock came precisely at six.
You opened the door, and there stood Satoru Gojo, surprisingly punctual, hands shoved into his pockets and a playful grin on his face. You gestured to the small study area youâd set up by your desk, filled with neatly organized notes and textbooks.
âTake a seat,â you said shortly. âWeâll start with the basics.â
He slid into the chair, his gaze flitting from the textbooks to you, an amused glint in his eye. âYou werenât kidding about tutoring. Youâre all set up like a professional.â
You ignored the remark and opened the textbook to the chapter on derivatives. âAlright. Letâs go through this. If you understand derivatives, the rest of Calc III will start making sense.â
For a while, he seemed to actually pay attention. He followed along, asking a few questions, which you answered as patiently as possible. But as the explanations went on, his attention started to drift. After one too many halfhearted nods, you frowned, putting your pencil down.
âYouâre not even trying, are you?â
He leaned back in his chair, that smirk resurfacing. âMaybe I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you.â
You rolled your eyes, fighting off the blush creeping up your cheeks. âYou needed my help. I didnât force you to come here. If you donât want to do this, thenââ
He held up a hand, the teasing gone from his face. âAlright, alright. Iâll focus.â He paused, then added, âIn fact, to show you I mean it, Iâll do you a favor. Whatever you want. My way of saying thanks.â
You eyed him warily. âA favor?â
âAnything,â he said, leaning in with a grin that spelled trouble. âWhatâll it be? An escort to class? Carrying your books around? Name it.â
 âIâll let you know when I think of something.â Youâre dismissive, knowing heâs not that serious about this, playful about this like he is everything else.Â
He chuckled, nodding. âLooking forward to it.â
And with that, he finally settled into his chair, this time with genuine focus, leaving you both in the kind of quiet that held a new, unspoken promiseâa favor, an IOU hanging in the air between you.
You donât know how you ended up under Gojo on your bed.Â
Satoru sat closeâcloser than youâd expected. His knee brushed yours as he leaned forward to study your notes, and every few minutes, his arm would brush against your hand as he reached for the pencil you were using to write equations. Each little touch sent a jolt through you, and judging by the lingering glances he kept giving you, he didnât mind it either.
âOkay, so the derivative here is...?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you pointed at the next problem.
Satoru leaned even closer, squinting at your notebook. âI think I get it,â he murmured, his face inches from yours, his breath warm as it brushed your cheek. But instead of looking at the math, his eyes flicked to yours, lingering just a second too long.
Your heart hammered as you forced yourself to focus. âRight. So you should get⌠uh⌠that answer,â you managed, feeling his gaze still trained on you.
âUh-huh,â he replied, not breaking eye contact. His hand shifted on the table, the back of his fingers grazing yours.
You didnât move. Neither did he. Your fingers stayed where they were, brushing against each other, the soft, deliberate touch making the silence between you feel louder. Finally, you broke the tension by clearing your throat, quickly pulling your hand away to grab a different textbook.
âSoâum, yeah, youâre almost there,â you stammered. âBut you missed a step here.â You pointed to another section, hoping he wouldnât notice the slight shake in your voice.
He noticed, of course. You could see his smirk in the corner of your eye.
âIs that all I missed?â he asked, leaning so close that his shoulder pressed against yours. His voice was lower now, more intimate.
You nodded, trying to focus on the page but finding it impossible with him so close. âYeah. Just⌠that,â you said softly.
âThanks,â he murmured, his voice dropping even more as he shifted his hand, his knuckles brushing against your knee now. It wasnât intentionalâat least, you thought it wasnâtâbut neither of you moved. You felt frozen, caught in a quiet, charged moment, where all you could hear was your own heartbeat.
You swallowed, forcing your gaze back to the problem on the page. âMaybe, um⌠maybe we should take a break?â you suggested, needing a second to breathe.
He tilted his head, an amused, knowing, intense glint in his eye. âA break sounds nice.âÂ
Your breath caught as he looked at you like that, his hand still warm where it lingered just a little too close. And in that brief moment, you wondered just what kind of favor youâd end up asking of himâor what he might ask of you in return.
And it seemed like he knew what you were thinking. âHey,â he said oh so breathlessly, in the way that made you want to throw yourself at him yet simultaneously bludgeon his head in, âwanna fuck?â
You reeled back, incredulous, but he quickly grabbed your head with both his hands, gently drawing you in. âWhat?â Â
âI mean,â and he giggled, âwhat better use of a favor for than me to rid you of your virginity?â
You gasp, struggling in his hold to no avail. âWhy would you assume Iâm a virgin? I have plenty of experience, thank you very muchââ
All the man does is snigger, despite your glare at him and looks at you, peering at you through his eyelashes with an oh-so-adoring smile. âIt was clear how much you soaked through your panties that last time youâre a virgin, baby.â And you canât help but whimper, reduced to a melting mess because of his sweet words.Â
He laughs meanly. âIf youâre not a virgin, you better not be soaked right now, baby. Iâm kind of excited to see what panties youâre wearing this timeâ He moves his hand between your thighs, and you pliantly spread your legs for him, clenching as his hands rove over your panties in between your skirt. And heâs right, because itâs almost like youâve wet your panties with the way your slick was flooding out of you because of your proximity with Satoru. âLook at that,â he coos and he pulls his hand away, much to your dismay, to examine his fingers. They glisten vulgarly in the fairy lights in your dorm, and Satoru turns his head to look at you. âSo you gonna let me fuck you?â
And that, dear reader, is how you find yourself face down in your plushies on your dorm room bed, clutching them for dear life as Satoru spews dirty talk as if he was born doing it. âSatoru, faster!â you sob, having gone past the initial discomfort of having something in your pussy.Â
âSatoru, faster,â he mocks you, grabbing your hips and drilling into your heat, groaning at how youâre just so tight. The tears flowing down your face make you even more beautiful as you succumb to your pleasure, one that no one other than Satoru has ever made you feel. âIsnât this what you wanted? For me to fuck you?â You donât answer past your moaning, and that annoys the fuck out of Gojo. He slaps your ass consecutively and canât help but be more aroused looking at the red handprints he leaves. âAnswer me.â
âYes,â you moaned, anything to stop his assault on your ass, âI wanted this is sooo bad.â At thatârather than being satiatedâSatoru sped up, hitting your spot with the accuracy of a sharpshooter.
âYea, baby?â He laughs, meanly, leaning down to grab you by the chin, forcing you to look at him. His fingers squished your cheeks, thereby pursuing your lips as he tried not to cum from the sight of your eyes rolling back with each stroke into you. From the way you were clenching and pulsing more regularly around him, he could tell you were close. âGonna cum?â
You whined, nodding while sobbing into his hands, trying to focus on the feeling of orgasming. It was so close, you could feel it coiling in your bellyâ
Just for him to rip out of your cavern, leaving you in shambles due to the emptiness you were feeling. âWhatââ
He tutted, his hand now slowly stroking his cock while he was sitting on his knees, looking down at you. âIâm only letting you come if you agree to be my girlfriend.â
âGojo, whatââ
âItâs Satoru,â his eyes flared, looking at you with an intensity you hadnât noticed before. âAnd say it. Say you���ll be mine.â
For a moment, you searched his eyes for any signs. Signs of insincerity, of humor. But all you could find was desperation and yearning. Ever since you kept having your chance encounters with Gojo, you couldnât help but deny the fluttering in your heart; the way his eyes unconsciously looked for you, a mere stranger he had taken interest in, in every crowd made you feel seen in a world where you were otherwise invisible.
And you couldnât help but want to continue being in that world, in his world.
âFine,â you whispered. âIâll be your girlfrââ
Before you could finish, he smashed his lips into yours, joining them in a messy, wet embrace. His tongue explored your mouth in a way that made you leak even more while he aggressively laid back down on the mattress, effortlessly lifting you onto his crotch and onto his dick. As he thrusted into you, desperately, he couldnât help but continue blabbing sweet nothings.
âIâll treat you so wellâhaahâtake you out on dates,â he heaved, eyes watering as he thrusted slowly into you in long, deep strokes. His eyes never left you as he made love to you, his face going up to nuzzle in between your breasts, peering at you through lidded eyes lovingly. âFuck you well every night, show you off to the world.â
You could only sob Satoru as you looked at his face through your tears, him doing all the talking for you. âEvery day,â he groaned, his cock pulsing and twitching in your walls, âIâll love you like youâre my wife and fuck you like youâre my slut. Soââ and he took a sharp intake of breath, one that you could interpret as him getting close with the way his hips were continually getting more and more sloppy, âso proud of you, baby. Gonna take care of you.â Then, he meets his eyes with yours as he starts to speed up, hand moving to gently rub at your clit in circles, with such prowess that you know youâre not going to last long. âPull youâhaahâpull you aside and see what panties you wore for me that day. Coming insideâcoming inside and making you walk around with my cum leakinâ out of your panties.â
And then he whimpers as he loses control. âGonnaââ he utters in between short breaths, âgonna come baby. Come with me.â
âI will, Satoru,â you whine. âPlease, I wannaâI wanna kiss!â Thatâs when Satoru canât hold himself back anymore, his cum shooting in ropes inside of you at the innocent gesture you wanted him to do while he was doing such filthy things to you. You come alongside with him, everything so overwhelming as you ride out your orgasm on top of him.Â
As youâre both settling down from your orgasm, he pulls you offâthe both of you wincing at the sudden emptinessâas he lays you down next to him. Without a word, he nuzzles in between your breasts, giving a content sigh as he literally melts like a cat, relaxed in your embrace. You canât help but giggle at his antics, and he takes his face out of your cleavage to give you a boyish grin. âWhatâre you laughing at?â âNothing,â you shake your head. âJust the fact Iâm chained to you now.â
âHey!â he pouts, moving his arms so heâs embracing you tightly, effectively trapping you in. âSay that again and Iâm going to sleep on top of you and never leave.â
âCanât believe Iâm chained to yââ
Satoru plops on top of you, making a show of tickling your ribs and stomach as you gasp and laugh in surprise. âSatoru!â He doesnât relent, until you feel a familiar liquid ooze and leak out of your pussy.
This time, your shriek of Satoruâs name doesnât go unnoticed. At the murderous look on your faceâas well as the sheer messiness in between your thighsâhe gets up. Smiles sweetly. âShould just leave you like this, leaking my cum. Itâs only fair for how you ignored me!â
At that, he gets a pillow to his face, reminiscent of a kicked puppy as he trudges to your bathroom to clean you up.Â
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Kabru is a freak and Laios should suffer
Ship or not, itâs so hilarious that Kabru is no less crazy than Laios. His passion is digging down everyoneâs darkest secrets and family drama, his relaxing activities are flirting and gossiping with every homosapien with eligible language.
The reason why Laios was chill around him is because they were never close enough! Kabru is charming and cool if you only meet him twice a week at a bar, but look at how cautious and unnerved his close friends get when he starts blasting information nonstop.
âCan you see how scandalous that sleeve is?â âI heard she granted her the first name base!â âLaios look at the embroidery on that shirt, his business is definitely running as smoothly as I predicted!â
I want to see this Kabru around Laios, I want to see him decipher so many tiny body languages and unspoken rules of humans so happily that Laios canât decide if he wants to chop his ears off or smack Kabru with a brick, I want to see Laios being forced into balls after balls and feeling the urge to drown himself in a barrel of wine just to end the conversations.
âBut Laios gets anxious around people.â So does Kabru with monsters!??
Kabruâs freakiness deserves to be recognized, too! Let him be the insufferable bastard heâs born to be! Let him and Laios traumatize each other!
#like I don't get why people keep making it as if Kabru is the NORMAL ONE#HES SO NOT#âomg Kabru poor meow meowâ this dude drinks tears of lovers for breakfast heâs freaking UNHINGED#dungeon meshi#kabru of utaya#laios touden#labru#kinda#SquareCloud
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nightmare in the daylight
knight!ghost x fem!reader
based on my prompt that you can find here.
warnings: non-con/dub-con, size kink, spanking, oral (f.receiving), fingering (f.receiving), thigh riding, biting, creampie, breeding kink
a/n: i feel so rusty so please be gentle i rewrote this way too many times, it was a lot longer and had more plot but i might just end up writing pt.2 if there is interest, I added a tag list for those who wanted to see this! đŤś
Ghost hadn't anticipated encountering a robbery on the forest trail while en route to collect his king's future wife. It was unexpected but not unwelcome; he was yearning for a skirmish, for blood and broken bones. The recent tranquility had left him restless. These bandits wouldn't pose much of a challenge, but they would at least satisfy his craving.
The skies began to pour as soon as he dismounted from his horse, startling the highwaymen. They were engaged in a one-sided fight with a few knights who had undoubtedly been sent to protect the carriage on its way to his kingdom. Before any of them could react to his arrival, heads started rolling. Chaos erupted once more, with screams of terror cutting through the forest and startling the remaining fauna.
After the final enemy fell to a sword through his abdomen, Ghost approached the carriage with slow, deliberate steps. As he opened the door, he was taken by surprise as a curtain was thrown into his face and a shard of glass was aimed for his neck by a scrawny, wild-looking maid. Despite your trembling, there was a fierce determination in your eyes, a vow that you would not give up without a struggle. Beneath his face plate, the corner of his mouth curled up, and with a wry snort, he deflected the shard from your bleeding hand. Seizing you by the back of your neck like a feisty kitten showing its claws, he pulled you out of the carriage and dropped you onto the chilly, muddy ground. As he turned back to the carriage to retrieve the princess, he realized she was no warrior; she had fainted at the sight of his imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlight.
As he carries your mistress to his horse, you launch at his back, kicking and screaming, trying to make him let her go. He unceremoniously deposits her on the horse like a sack of potatoes. Finally, he turns back to catch your hands, which have been beating at his back, with one of his much bigger hands. Your eyes go wide with terror as the reality of your position with this beast sinks in. He can't help but relish in the look of you now, wet hair sticking to your face, wild eyes, and scratches on your cheek from the broken glass. You look like a tasty meal for his beastly appetite and he's been starving for far too long. You are unaware of it but attracting his attention will be the worst mistake of your life. As he draws you closer with your bound wrists, he whispers into your ear so that you can hear him over the pouring rain, âYer brave but stupid, girl.â After that, he hits the back of your neck and everything goes black.
The next thing you know, you are standing in front of the king who explains the entire situation. However, somehow that doesn't help the sinking feeling in your stomach, especially when the king mentions a reward for the behemoth of a man towering over you. He is still covered in blood, and daylight doesn't make him any less terrifying. He stalks around like a nightmare in black leathers that hug his form tight and emphasize his width. As if sensing your thoughts, he takes a step closer, taking up more of your space, and before you can move away, you catch the last words uttered by the king: âYou brought me, my bride, Ghost, it's only fair you get a reward. Take your pick - anything you wish for will be yours.â
A weighty, gloved paw settles on the nape of your neck, causing you to startle. "I'll take 'er." Your mistress immediately starts to protest but despite her objections, the king simply nods and smiles, disregarding you entirely. You have no option but to allow the beast, that he called Ghost, to guide you away with a firm hand on your nape.
After navigating through several twists and turns, you find yourself in an unremarkable room. It contains only the absolute necessitiesâa bed and very little else. The one thing that draws your attention in the room is the sizeable tub that is still emitting steam, indicating it was just filled a few minutes ago.
Silently, Ghost pushes you towards the tub, and you promptly begin to retreat away from it. You refuse to bathe in his presence. Even though you are just a servant, you are still a virtuous lady.
âEither you go voluntarily or I'll throw you in kickin' and screamin'.â He growls and then says, "I'll relish it either way." You can sense the predatory undertone in his voice. You're fighting a losing battle, as going willingly gives him complete control, yet resisting might provoke an even more... primal response.
You break free from his hold, realizing that he let you go willingly.Â
"Can you... turn around?" he scoffs, moving to a chair that creaks under his weight. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, he gestures for you to proceed. Though you want to scream or lash out, you hold back, sensing that he's waiting for you to lose control. Instead, you turn around and slowly peel off your muddied and torn dress. As you reach the chemise underneath, you sneak a peek and notice he has removed his helmet and face plate, revealing short dirty blond hair, black coal marks around his eyes, and prominent scars cutting through his lips and brow. Despite his broken nose, he remains strangely alluring, which frightens you. Hastily, you turn back, slide the chemise down, and attempt to hide under the steaming water.
"Good girl," he growls, satisfied with your obedience. Just as the relief that maybe this is all he wanted starts to sink into your bones, it's replaced with dread when you notice he starts shedding his clothes too. He loosens up his dark, blood-stained leathers with ease and deftness you wouldn't expect from a man his size.
"What are you doing?" Panic is evident in your question, but it doesn't seem to bother him at all.
"Can't bathe with my clothes on," he answers matter-of-factly. Once again, a wave of indignation courses through you, but it's quickly overshadowed by a pang of heat that forces you to rub your thighs together underwater. Your eyes can't help but stay glued to him, just as he did to you when you were taking your dress off. He is now down to his breeches, and when he pulls them down his thick thighs, you audibly gasp when you notice he is not wearing anything underneath. This earns you an amused chuckle, especially when he catches you looking again through your fingers.
Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, but before your thoughts can drift to what lies between his powerful thighs, he steps into the tub with you. Water spills over the edges, though he doesn't seem to mind. He pulls you close, turning you so your back presses against him, your body nestled between his legs, leaning on his firm chest. The light tickle of his hair brushes against your skin, and his strong arm rests across your stomach, fingers splayed making you feel even smaller. The contact makes you squirm, but as you try to pull away, you only stir the hardening length behind you, making you flush with heat.
âRelax,â he grunts into your ear, more command than a suggestion.
âHow can I possibly âah.â Your reply gets cut off by a moan as his other hand falls from the edge of the tub and wanders between your legs. Your attempts at closing your legs seem futile even with one hand he is strong enough to force his way in and drag his fingers through your folds nearing the opening. Your spine arches instinctively and he answers with a nip to your neck and jaw, while forcing a finger up to the first knuckle in.Â
âGotta loosen you up a bit, pet.â You have no choice but to surrender to his touch as he sinks his finger in and curls it, drawing a moan out of you before you clap a hand over your mouth to keep the sounds in. But all that decorum is forgotten when he adds a second one and scissors them before slowly prodding you with the third making you see stars. The tension building in your body suddenly snaps, sending you reeling, legs going numb and your fingers digging into his arm still wrapped around your stomach.Â
With your mind hazy from your first-ever orgasm, you don't even register that he pulls you out of the bath, drying you, and carrying you to the bed in the center of the spacious room. Your body already half asleep.
His gravelly voice pulls you out of your post-orgasmic haze. âNaive, little thing.â Suddenly he is trailing hungry, open-mouthed, and nippy kisses down the length of your body. Marking your neck and collarbones with angry red marks, biting down harder than necessary on the underside of your breast leaving behind imprints of his teeth, and making you hiss when the pain mixes with the pleasure, he licks a trail down your stomach and in a moment of clear-headedness you try to fist his hair and tug him up and away from your center but his hair is cut too short for any leverage. When you lock eyes with him, between your legs forcing them open with hunger and lust written all over his face you try to get away just for him to deliver a loud smack to your outer thigh before dragging you closer and licking a stripe through your folds with a loud guttural groan that you feel more than you hear it.
His thumb circles your clit while he alternates kissing, sucking, and fucking you with his tongue. When your squirming in an attempt to get away turns into grinding your hips against his face, his other hand rests on your stomach adding slight pressure and making you cry out which only spurs him on. The sounds that reverberated through his chest were nothing short of animalistic and when your second orgasm shot through your core, you fell limp against the sheets with a moan that would make you blush if at least half of your brain was still functioning properly. A new wave of panic sets in when you realize that he isn't stopping. On the contrary, he probes you with his fingers in addition to his tongue. You can feel the coil in your lower belly tightening again, heating up with his ministrations.
You plead with him, saying you can't take anymore just for him to disregard it with a growl, âYou've got plenty more in ya.âÂ
You've lost count of how many times you came when he manhandled you around onto your hands and knees propping your hips up with a pillow. You turn to look at him with heavy-lidded eyes and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him standing behind you with his massive hand tugging at his thick, angry-looking, and leaking cock with his eyes glued to your core, still pulsing and wet from all your previous orgasms. Without warning he grabs your hips, aligns the blunt head of his cock with your entrance, and pushes in. Your fingers dig into the sheets from the sheer stretch as you mewl and whimper when he drags himself all the way to slam back in. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time, with every thrust his fingers dig into your hips and you are sure there will be fingerprints left with how hard he is gripping you and the idea makes you wetter. Prompted by the delicious drag of his cock your walls keep tightening around him, as he pushes you closer and closer to your release. One of his muscular arms circles your waist, his chest flush to your back, as his other arm comes to rest next to your head with one of his legs still firmly planted on the floor and the other resting next to you on the bed for better purchase. This new angle combined with the gravelly grunts so close to your ear become your undoing and you hurtle full-force into another mind-numbing orgasm with Ghost following close behind.
âCome f'r me, pet.â Again, not a suggestion but a command and who are you to refuse him? So you do as he says, pussy fluttering from the aftershocks as he fucks you through it, thumb circling your clit before he fills you up, not allowing you to move an inch, keeping your hips propped up and when he pulls out which drags another set of whimpers from you he meticulously pushes his spend back with thick, calloused fingers. âGotta make sure it takes.âÂ
If your consciousness weren't slipping away, you'd likely be alarmed, but instead, your eyes begin to close again, and this time, sleep claims you.
You wake to a heavy weight pressing down on your back, and it takes a moment for your mind to catch up with the events of yesterday. When it does, your entire body flushes and you attempt to move out of bed, only to find it futile. You're pinned beneath strong arms marked with scarsâsome from arrows, large and small, and others older, circular, and still appearing raw.
Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted as a thick, muscular thigh presses deeper between your legs, forcing them apart. Without much thought, you begin to grind against it, a primal urge stirring within you. Despite the lingering soreness from yesterday, a fresh wave of need starts to build, and any trace of resistance fades in the face of overwhelming pleasure. It feels shameful, but you can't stop the tentative movements, slowly finding a rhythmâuntil the sudden flex of his thigh makes you gasp, your eyes rolling back.
âSo needy,â he growls close to your ear but there's no trace of anger in his voice, if anything he sounds pleased. âCome on, ride it harder.â He punctuates the sentence with yet another flex of his thigh and a nip to your neck, making you shudder but follow through with his command. As you grind back against his thigh you take a note of his cock stirring, resting heavy and hard between your bare ass. You push against it absentmindedly and find yourself pinned under him, your legs still held apart with his thigh that's now embarrassingly slick with your arousal. The visual of it makes you turn your head away, eyes closed and whimpering. Ghost doesn't like that. His massive paw of a hand grabs at your cheeks, your lips puckering involuntarily while he grunts at you to keep those eyes open for him. As he licks into your mouth, it suddenly dawns on youâthis is your first kiss. You had already let this beast inside you before even sharing a kiss, and everything felt so out of order, that it made you want to scream and cry. Instead, you settle on throwing your hands around him and clawing at his back as he aligns himself with your needy, sore pussy and thrusts to the hilt without so much as a warning.
Even after yesterday, the burn of the stretch to accommodate his length makes fresh tears spring up into your eyes and roll down the apples of your cheeks. You swear you see his scarred lips twitch up into a savage smile at the sight of them before he licks them clean off your cheeks with a satisfied groan. In retaliation you dig your nails deeper into his sturdy back, hoping to break the skin and leave a mark that only ends up urging him to fuck you harder, faster. The sounds reverberating in the room drive you crazy; over them, you don't even notice a soft knock at the door but whoever it was scurries away registering the sound of the moans he wrings out of you with one particularly hard thrust that pushes so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Effortlessly he manhandles your legs on his shoulders to hit a different angle. As you struggle with the overwhelming feeling of fullness he leaves a deceptively soft kiss on your ankle before he folds you in half again and wrestles another mind-shattering orgasm out of you and succumbing to one himself, painting your insides with his spent. Pulling out, he doesn't bother moving, he simply rests his head on your chest between your breasts, squeezing the air out of your lungs with the sheer size of him. âRest now, pet. Plenty of time for more o' that later.â
At that moment, you know there is no turning back; you've been taken, branded from the inside out. You wonder if this is truly so horrible, perhaps this nightmare of a man will drive away all the other nightmares plaguing your mind.
Or perhaps he is even more dreadful than your imagination could have ever conjured.
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