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uzurakis · 7 months ago

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could you maybe write when reader throws an engagement / promise ring at jjk characters (please include gojo) during an argument? i love your work btw😩🙏

PROMISE? BROKEN!

featuring: gojo satoru. nanami kento. fushiguro megumi. choso kamo.

n. thankchu for liking my works, it means a ton to me nonnie XD u ask and i shall deliver !

the tension in the room was thick and neither of you seemed willing to back down. voices raised, accusations flew, and frustration mounted. finally, in a fit of anger and hurt, you yanked off your engagement ring and threw it across the room. it landed with a small clink on the floor, the sound echoing in the sudden silence that followed.

GOJO SATORU. gojo’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he was speechless. then, in the midst of that, one irritatingly smug lips played on his face as he tried to lighten the mood. "wow, you’ve got quite the arm," he joked, he literally. just. joked.

his tone playful despite the situation. "maybe you should try out for the baseball team." you glared at him, intensely, still fuming. "this isn’t a joke, satoru!"

still joking around, held up his hands in mock surrender, stepping closer to you. "hey, i get it. you’re mad. but throwing jewelry? that's a new one, baby.” he teased, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

you crossed your arms, trying to maintain your anger. "i’m serious, satoru. this isn’t something you can just laugh off."

he sighed, his expression softening as he reached out to gently take your hands in his. "i know, i know," he said, his voice more serious now as he picked up your ring from the floor. "but you know me. i joke when i’m nervous. and right now, seeing you this upset makes me really nervous. i might piss my pants already, really..”

hesitating, you slowly took the ring from him, the anger starting to melt away. "you really know how to defuse a situation, don’t you?"

the guy grinned, that familiar, mischievous spark returning to him. "it’s one of my many talents. besides, i can’t let my very beautiful fiancée stay mad at me forever, can i?"

NANAMI KENTO. although nanami's body moved briefly, his expression stayed calm and composed. he took a deep breath, clearly trying to keep his emotions in check. “alright,” he said, steady as ever. “let’s pick up the ring and sit down to talk.”

“kento, this isn’t something we can just sit down and talk about like it’s a business meeting.” you weren’t dealing with his cool demeanor.

nanami exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “i know you’re upset, sweetheart. i beg you to not throw our ring again. let’s approach this rationally.”

“you always want to be so practical about everything. sometimes, i need more than just rationality…” you complained.

the guy walked over to where the ring had fallen, bending down to pick it up. he held it out to you, expression sincere. “sweetheart, i understand that and i need you to calm down. but we can’t resolve this if we’re not willing to communicate properly.”

“i just… i feel like you’re not listening to me.” reluctantly, you took the ring from his hand, your pent up starting to wane.

he nodded, eyes meeting yours with genuine concern. “i’m listening. i promise. let’s sit down and talk about this. i want to understand what you’re feeling.”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. “really?” he said, voice low and simmering with resentment. his sharp, green eyes were narrowed and those dark eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, casting a slight shadow over his eyes, which were usually so composed. “you’re just going to throw away the ring?”

you glared at him, your chest heaving with the force of your emotions. “you’re not listening to me, fushiguro megumi! you never listen!”

“oh, i’m listening, alright. you think this is helping? throwing our engagement ring?” he scoffed, jaw clenching, muscles tight as he tried to keep his emotions in check.

you felt a wave of regret wash over you, but your pride wouldn’t let you back down. “maybe it’s the only way to get through to you.”

megumi clenched his jaw for the nth time, maybe holding back other words to keep them from lashing out. taking a deep breath as he tried to rein in his anger. “you know what? fine. if that’s how you feel, maybe we both need to cool off.”

he turned away, clearly struggling to keep his composure. the silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable. after a few minutes, he took another deep breath and turned back to face you, his expression softer but still strained. “look, i don’t want to fight like this. throwing the ring… it hurt, alright? but let’s not make things worse.”

you looked down, feeling the sting of guilt. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have done that.”

the man sighed, his shoulders relaxing a bit. “yeah, well, it’s not exactly something you can just take back. but i get it. you’re frustrated. so am i.”

CHOSO KAMO. “no, baby, please,” he pleaded, voice breaking as his heart sank deeper. it felt like time slowed down, the metal glinting in the light before it hit the floor with a dull thud. he moved towards the ring, expression a jumble of desperation and panic. “don’t do this, please.”

you could see the raw emotion in his eyes, at that moment you knew you did such a wrong thing. choso reached the ring and picked it up, clutching it tightly in his hand as if it were a lifeline. “i’m sorry,” he said, turning back to you whilst trembling. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to get this bad. please, let’s talk about this.”

the sight of your fiancée, normally so strong and positive, looking so vulnerable tugged at your heart. “choso, i…”

he took a step closer, holding out the ring to you. “i love you,” he said, being earnest. “i don’t want to lose you over this. can we just sit down and talk? please?”

his genuine remorse washed over you, crawling under your skin. “okay,” you agreed softly, your anger beginning to melt away. “let’s talk.”

choso let out a breath of relief and carefully slipped the ring back onto your finger, “thank you.”

@uzurakis

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reaperexe · 6 months ago

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Darling ♡

summary : when a run in with your ex makes things sour but at least your lover is here.

warnings : mentions of previous trauma.

Grocery shopping wasn't really a fun activity but grocery shopping with him was a whole new activity now. The unnecessary items he would throw into the cart acting like it was normal for you to have two giant family packs of cereal in your house before scolding him to put them away.

And he would put them away but just act like a kicked puppy on his way to do so. So when you steered the cart away from him and into the other aisle's to get away from the doe eyes and begging you didn't expect to run into someone.

That someone being your ex boyfriend. the ex boyfriend you swore to never interact with again. Your eyes widen and so does his when he sees you.

He says your name softly, you try not to cringe at the way your name rolls off his tongue and you don't even want to take his name.

"Been a while..." he says his tone already condescending like it had been all those years ago and your grip tightens around the cart.

Meanwhile your lover strolls through the aisles putting back the boxes of cereal and gathering more unnecessary items.

"You cut your hair?" he asks obviously ignoring your discomfort

"You know I've been meaning to reach out to you....." He says "wondered how you've been doing without me" He scoffs.

"I've been fine, better even" You say clenching your jaw.

"Really?" He says with a mocking look. "And here i thought you would come to your senses" He laughs.

The audacity of this man you think but your mouth dries when he slowly begins to approach you.

A strong voices pulls you out from your thought and stills the man in front of you "Darling?" Your lover calls coming up behind you as you breathe a sigh of relief.

He immediately recognizes the man in front of you from having to hold you all those years ago from all the nightmares and tears 'never again' he had sworn to himself.

He moves to stand defensively in front of you eyeing the guy, looking down on him.

"Hey man" Your ex says smirking "You are?.." He asks your lover trying to keep up his smugness despite your boyfriends intimidating gaze.

"Her boyfriend" He says his tone still dominating and he looks down on the guy.

"Oh yeah, we were just talking" he says "Right sweets?" He says peering over at you over your boyfriends shoulder.

You grip your lovers arm out of anger, not wanting to hear that voice or nickname.

"Well i think she's done talking man" Your boyfriend says firmly.

"Look mate-" Your ex begins stepping closer causing your boyfriend to cover you more and step towards him.

"I advise you leave" You speak up as your ex looks at you then back at your lover.

If looks could kill your ex would be dead by now, sensing the tense atmosphere your ex mutters a "Whatever, your loss" raising his hands in mock surrender and stepping back.

Your lover raises an arm but stills when he feels your hand on him, as much as you would love to see your ex get punched, a grocery store was not the place.

"Let it go baby" You say to your lover softly as your ex walks away.

"He better count his blessings" Your lover sighs relaxing and putting an arm around you.

You laugh at his words kissing his arm.

"You handled that so well baby I'm so proud of you" Your boyfriend says kissing the top of your head.

"You handled most of it" You say as he smiles, kissing you again

"Shall we check out?" He asks.

"Yes but only after you put back that giant bag of coffee beans, don't think i didn't notice" You say crossing your arms as he smiles sheepishly.

"But darlinggg" He whines but puts the bag back anyways as you smile.

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movie-gifs · 7 months ago

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"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields and in the streets. We shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender."

Dunkirk (2017) dir. Christopher Nolan

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littlest-w01f · 2 months ago

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Demonic

"Monster Fucking" with:

Sylus x Reader

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Summary: After hearing what the common folk of the N109 zone think Sylus truly looks like, you didn't believe them, then, you took him up on his offer to take his brooch the easier way.

Cw: Size difference, Demon!Sylus, MxF, Smut 18+ MDNI

You knew taking the crimson brooch from Sylus' clutches would be hard. But you hadn't realised how hard as you sat on the floor, restrained by his red-black energy Evol tendrils for the third time in 5 hours.

The tendrils tightened around your wrists and ankles, holding you firmly against the cold stone floor. You struggled, but the energy only seemed to grow stronger, pinning you down like an insect caught in a spider's web.

Sylus loomed over you, his chiselled face twisted in a cruel smirk. "Did you really think you could outsmart me, kitten?" He hummed as he sat, reading from his newspaper, careless of your presence, your fully loaded guns sat completely useless on his coffee table.

As you squirmed helplessly beneath Sylus' unyielding grasp, a shiver ran down your spine at the predatory glint in his eyes. The tendrils coiled tighter, biting into your flesh through the thin fabric of your clothes. Your heart raced, pounding against your ribcage as panic threatened to overwhelm you.

But even in your vulnerable state, you couldn't ignore the heat pooling low in your belly. Being at this man's mercy, completely powerless before him, ignited something primal within you. A forbidden desire you'd never dared acknowledge until now.

Sylus set aside his paper, rising languidly to his feet. He approached slowly, each measured step sending your pulse skyrocketing. When he reached you, he knelt down, one hand reaching out to trail along your jawline. "Shall I show you out? Or..."

Your jaw clenched, he had offered you two options, to either steal the brooch off him, or let him fuck you for it. You blushed at the thought, you had denied it instantly, but after the hours of him manhandling you so easily, throwing you about, demanding you to get out. You didn't mind the thought much, in fact, it was quite appealing.

His fingers traced down your neck, feeling the rapid beat of your pulse under his touch. With a sly smile, he leaned closer, his hot breath ghosting across your skin as he whispered, "Or perhaps we should skip straight to option B."

Your body betrayed you then, responding eagerly to his proximity. His musky and masculine scent filled your senses, making your head spin. Your chest heaved with each shallow breath you took, straining against the confines of your top. And lower still, between your thighs, warm arousal seeped through your cotton lingerie, betraying the height of your arousal.

A wicked smile played upon Sylus' lips as he watched you struggle between pride and surrender. With a swift movement, he snapped his fingers, and the tendrils binding you shifted slightly. They loosened enough for you to move, if only minimally. It was clear who held the power here.

His hands roamed across your curves with bold intent. His touch was firm yet gentle, igniting a fire that coursed through your veins. He leaned closer, whispering huskily into your ear. "I bet you've never been fucked so thoroughly as I will."

You looked up, you could give him a false sense of compliance and steal the brooch off him before he could register it. Slowly, deliberately, you nodded your consent. "Okay," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Fuck me. Take what you want."

A triumphant gleam lit up Sylus' eyes at your surrender. With a low chuckle, he released the last of the restraints, allowing you to sit up. He pulled you flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around you possessively.

"You're playing with fire, kitten," He murmured, his lips brushing against your earlobe. Sylus' strong hands gripped your hips, pulling you roughly onto his lap. You gasped as you felt his hard cock pressing insistently against your cunt through his pants. He ground his thick cock against you, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your sensitive skin.

One hand slid up to cup your breast, kneading the soft skin through your shirt. His thumb brushed over your nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks. Leaning in, he captured your mouth in a dominant kiss, his tongue delving past your lips to claim yours.

As he ravaged your mouth, his hand slipped beneath your skirt, seeking the warmth between your thighs. His fingers found your drenched cotton piece and ripped them away with a harsh tug, exposing your slick folds to his touch.

Breaking the kiss, he gazed at you with lust-filled eyes. You froze as he pulled back and you took him in, the horns that grew from his head, dark contrasting against his silver hair, the furrow of large crow wings on his back. You had thought the people in that shop were lying about how they thought Sylus looked, but he sat under you like that. Skin as pale as flour, eyes as red as blood.

Sylus grinned wickedly, revealing sharp fangs. "Like what you see, kitten?"He stood abruptly, lifting you effortlessly in his strong arms. In a few strides, he had you pinned against the wall, his hard body caging you in. One hand slid up your thigh, pushing your skirt out of the way. His fingers teased along your dripping slit, gathering your juices.

"Mmm, so wet for me already," he purred, bringing his coated fingers to his lips to taste you. "Delicious."

His large wings caged you in, and you hoped he had the brooch you were looking for on him, trying to distract yourself from how different he looked and from all the pleasure his hands made you feel.

Sylus' hands trailed up your stomach, pausing to palm your breast roughly, rip your shirt open, before continuing their journey upwards. He gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his burning gaze, his hand covering your entire neck. "Keep your eyes on me while I ruin you," he commanded gruffly.

His hand reached down your bare body again as you tried to keep looking into his sharp bloody eyes and he plunged two fingers deep inside your tight cunt without warning. A loud moan spilt from your lips as he began pumping them in and out, stretching you open. His thumb circled your clit, applying delicious pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Leaning in, he nipped sharply at your bottom lip, drawing a bead of blood. "You're mine now," he growled possessively. "And I'm going to enjoy every moment of claiming my prize." Withdrawing his fingers, he quickly undid his belt and freed his enormous cock.

You tried to focus away from his fingers, and the dark horns at your eye level. You supported yourself on his broad chest, feeling it up for the brooch as his fingers stretched you for his girth that you only caught a glimpse of. Your legs twitched around his waist from his fingers alone.

As your hands explored his chest, you felt a slight bulge where the brooch should have been. With a triumphant grin, you pinched it and tugged, freeing it from his clothing. Holding it up for both of you to see, you saw that it was indeed the crimson brooch you sought.

The momentary distraction was all Sylus needed. With a smirk, he thrust his pulsing cock against your entrance, not bothering with any further foreplay. With a single powerful push, he sheathed himself fully inside you, stretching your walls impossibly wide.

You cried and shook from the sudden stretch, the brooch falling to the floor, only to be caught by his Evol, the brooch floating in red-black hue. Eyes screwing shut as you clenched around him, pushing him out and pulling him in with rythemic pulses.

A guttural groan rumbled from his throat as he felt the clenching heat of your cunt envelop him completely. "Fuck, kitten, you're so tight," He panted, a smirk playing on his lips. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before beginning to move.

Slowly, he started to pull out, only to plunge back in deeper than before. Each stroke was relentless, designed to stretch and fill you to your limits. His hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving marks that would serve as reminders of your first time being taken by him, a little bulge in the shape of his cock already forming on your lower abdomen.

"Sy-" You gasped, pressed against the wall as he took you, pain mixing with pleasure, head thrown back, his horns scratching at your cheeks a little as you tried to grip onto his hair.

Sylus gripped your hair tighter, tilting your head to expose the tender column of your neck. His teeth grazed over your skin, marking you as his own. "Say my name," He demanded, punctuating each word with another deep thrust. "Say it when I make you cum on my cock."

With renewed vigor, he picked up the pace, fucking you mercilessly against the wall. His wings spread wide, creating an intimate cocoon around you both. Each thrust hit deeper, triggering waves of pleasure that radiated throughout your entire body.

"Sy- Syl- Mmm-" You could do nothing but brace yourself against the wall, taking all he gave you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, accompanied by your muffled cries and his lewd grunts, leaning down to bite softly at your exposed neck. His wings covered you both, letting you bask in his darkness.

Sylus continued to pound into you relentlessly, his cock driving in and out of your clenching cunt with brutal force. The sound of your mixed moans and grunts filled the air, mingling with the slap of flesh against flesh.

Reaching down, he grasped your thigh, hoisting your leg up higher to wrap around him. The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, hitting a spot within you that sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins, nudging against your cervix with each thrust.

"Look at me," He commanded, his red eyes blazing with primal hunger. As you met his gaze, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue plundered your mouth, mirroring the intense rhythm of his thrusts.

Breaking the kiss, he growled against your lips, "I can feel you tightening around me, kitten."

"I'm so close..." You gasped almost inaudible. The coil of tension in your lower abdomen wound tighter and tighter until finally, it snapped. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your inner muscles clamping down around his thick cock rhythmically.

"That's it, let go for me," Sylus coaxed, his voice a low, seductive purr. He angled his hips, grinding against your clit with each powerful thrust. His fingers dug into your ass, holding you steady as he pistoned into you faster and harder.

"SYLUS!" You screamed, seeing stars behind your eyelids from the intensity of your release. Sylus snarled in satisfaction, feeling your silky walls flutter and squeeze his aching cock. He didn't slow his pace, instead using the extra lubrication to rut into you with wild abandon.

Sylus' thrusts became erratic as he chased his own climax, driven mad by the exquisite sensation of your cunt milking his cock. With a final, savage plunge, he buried himself to the hilt and groaned his release, spilling his hot seed deep inside you.

His hips jerked and twitched, pumping load after load of his potent cum into your willing body. The sheer volume threatened to overflow, trickling down your thighs as he emptied himself completely.

Panting heavily, Sylus slowly withdrew, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop. He steadied you, your eyes closed, keeping you upright as the aftershocks of your combined orgasms rocked through your bodies.

"You took my cock so well, kitten," He praised, brushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair from your face. "I think we'll get along just fine." When you opened your eyes, there was no sigh of his horns, wings or fangs, his eyes a little less sharp and his skin regaining colour.

Sylus smiled almost warmly at you, his sharp features softening into something a little more approachable. "Let's clean up and talk business, shall we?" He offered you his hand, helping you straighten your clothes and gather your wits.

"There, much better," Sylus straightened his own attire, tucking his spent cock back into his trousers. He retrieved the fallen brooch, examining it briefly before pinning it securely to your blouse. "Mmm, guess you did manage to steal it off me on a technicality. I must say, I'm impressed. The sex was just for fun though right?"

You were still a little out of it from the fucking and the overwhelming sensations that followed, but you did manage a little nod as your cheeks filled with colour, because you had deep down, fucked him simply because you wanted to, even if you hadn't expected the leader of onychinus to turn into the pure demon that he did, it act like that didn't just happen. And as you stood there, shirt buttoned up once more and seemingly composed, despite the hammering in your heart matching his own ungodly rate, Sylus couldn't help but admire the way his brooch looked on you.

"Come here, I think I fucked you dumb, sweetie." He wrapped his thick arms around your waist and threw you over his shoulders, "Let's talk further later." You let him carry you, nodding along still.

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