#sweet maunder

[screampied]

‘ MAKE ME JUNO! 𝜗𝜚

𓉸ྀི sum. when he’s just so fine that you’d let him make you juno . . you know. toji, sukuna, choso, geto, gojo.

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, baby fever, breedīng kinks, wife! reader, talks of pregnancy, size kinks, manhandling, praise, overstim, toy usage, bōob fondling, impact play, spīt, true form! sukuna, tummy bulges, multiple rounds, squīrting, degredation, talking through it.

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☠��� SUGURU GETO.

“a baby, huh?” geto whispers as he allows his dark irises to maunder down your body. even as you’re dumbed down from his dick, you looked so effortlessly pretty – sprawled all out on the velvet–red sheets and folded out up like a chair. geto’s warm body was so close up against yours while his weight’s just hovering over your frame. as his cock’s stilled tucked inside, he pants heavily, pausing his rigid thrusts. you let off a soft whimper as your body acclimatizes against the lewd angle—he’s got you in a mating press and you’ve never felt more stuffed. with shallow airy breaths, geto licks a long stripe near your neck. “ ‘s that what you really want, sweetheart? a pretty round tummy jus’ for me to see?”

gazing into his dark half-open eyes, your weak arms sling over his tense shoulders. “y- yes, gimme a baby sugu,” and he leans into your soft touch once he sees you twirling a long strand of his black hair around your finger. with an impish yet needy expression, you lean into his ear, whispering, “make me a mommy, suguru. please.”

and that’s all he needed to hear — because within seconds, he’s got you flipped over, face smushed into the pillows and ass right perked up . . just for him.

“alright, princess. don’t say i didn’t warn ya, heh.”

whenever geto’s got you in doggystyle—you just knew you were gonna be stuffed full. to the brim, and saying that his hips were mean and ruthless was nothing more than an understatement. each smack and whack against both pounds of skin rings through your ears as your cheek shoves itself into the plush covered pillows. “fuh—fuck!” you’d squeal, gasping at the curve of his cock and how it punctuate every thrust. with ease, he’s just rummaging through your cunt while his hilt presses up against your ass.

wanton whimpers glissade past your glossed lips as he’s got a big hand clasping onto your right ass cheek, another on your rickety unsteady hip. back and forth, back and forth—he’s reeling you back into him while your moans ring across the paper thin walls. “that’s it pretty girl. hng, take it,” he huffs in a raspy tone, feeling the hard mighty clashes of both hips slam into each other at full speed. a collision, he’s plummeting his cock into you so deep that your knees were already starting to buckle. a hand wraps around your neck, giving you a soft teasing pull backwards. “fuck, drenchin’ me so good. my own personal waterpark.”

“sugu—suguruuu,” you whine in broken sobs, drooling from the thick stretch of his cock. geto’s flushed crown repeatedly jackhammers itself against your precious g-spot. every few seconds, you’re letting off cute cacophonies of ‘ahhh’s’ and ‘oooh’s’ whilst you’re trying to keep up with his ravaging pace. geto grunts, feeling you soak around him as a lightning shaped vein that runs down his weighty shaft tickles you from the inside. “fuuuck, fuck me,” and you sound like a broken record.

“less talkin’ more hah.. taking,” and you whimper the second his hand swats against your ass. geto’s dick massages your walls so throughly that it’s got your eyes flickering backward within an instant. as he’s seducing you with just his tip that’s curling figure eights inside and out of your pussy — you’re seeing nothing but white, nearly choking on your own drool. “much better,” he grunts, reeling you further back into his honed hips. “gonna make you the prettiest mommy for me, sweet girl. all mine, all. fuckin’.. mine.”

each thrust makes you yelp out a sweet moan. every hurried thrust from geto was so so sloppy that you could almost taste each mouth-watering hit that mercilessly smacks against your core..

geto’s still got two callused hands attached to both sides of your waist as he’s pumping you full of cock. the bending hook of his crownhead splits inside of you and you’re whimpering, swallowing your pity while clinging onto the balled up bedsheets. “cum, ngh, cum inside, sugu.”

“quiet, baby. you’ll get your turn to talk,” he purrs in a low voice, spanking your ass for the nth time. you get the memo, and a moan shortly follows once your cunt loudly squelches out a cute sloppy sentence of its own. geto groans, feeling himself leisurely going toward inevitable rapture. it’s a sensitive sting that pulses straight down his thighs but he can’t stop. not when you’re clinging around his cock this good. “hah, fuck. leave it to y’r pussy to talk back when i tell you to be quiet, sweetheart,” he snickers, and you moan once he drags a thumb down your sobbing glossed slit. so drenched—and not before long, geto’s cumming too .. hard.

thick goopy ropes spray inside of you, shooting deep into your womb and it’s hot. your legs can’t help but shudder as you’re lazily arched over, feeling the stings still linger against your ass even after he’s caressing a palm over your bare skin.

“f.. fuck,” you whine out, feeling your hips grind back into him while he’s slowing down. geto groans, and it’s so much—satiny remnants of sleek cum dribble out of your pudgy folds as he’s plugging you in and he can’t help but stare. such a pretty sight. but as you’re panting, trying to catch your breath, geto watches as you try to reach down between your legs.

as a hand creeps down between your thighs, you moan, trying to touch the drooling mess that’s oozing between your own sticky legs—all until your hand’s met with a rude ‘smack!’ that snatches out a sweet surprised mewl from you.

“ah, ah, girl,” geto tsks, shaking his head as a cunning grin spreads against his lips. as sweat pours down each side of his face, he pushes you further into the velveteen-covered pillows. “no touchin’ my pussy. you should know that by now,” and you could still feel him dumping such wads of cum inside of you. the thought of carrying geto’s baby made you throb—and you only wanted more by the second. he leans all the way in, making his pelvis glue against yours before he softly nips near your neck.

“ ‘m not done though, princess,” he huffs and you gasp once he flips you over, gazing at the masses of cum that drizzles down the crevices of your thighs. “still got so much more love to give,” and he leans in to playfully bite your lip. “sloppy girl.”

☠︎ TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“y’er baby fever’s actin’ up again, isn’t it, babygirl,” toji snickers, staring at your bare perked ass.

you’re still panting heavily—feeling the sticky mess dribble down between the corners of your thighs. he’d just came so much inside, and his favorite thing to do afterwards was to admire his handiwork. with a sly grin indenting across his scarred lips, he smears a thumb down your weeping cunt. “got some nerve askin’ for another baby,” and you moan once he gives your tender clit a light pinch. “heh, not that i’d mind..”

with dark bangs running down his eyes, he glances at your sopping cunt that’s continue to drip out remnants of his feverish hot cum. wads of it – velvety ribbons pour out of you and all you do is just sit there with that same dick-drunk expression, trying to chase after your own breaths. “f.. fuck,” you moan out, whimpering the second you feel his thick cock gradually pull its way out of you. once his reddened tip exits out of your pussy with a loud sloppy ‘pop’, you feel that familiar seizing in your stomach starting to commence.

“whaaat a fuckin’ mess,” he gruffs, and within a second, toji’s got you turned over. toji always treated you like a doll in bed – literally. to be more specific, a rag doll. he’d toss and turn you all around, fucking you in any and every position possible if it meant filling you up with ropes ‘n ropes of his hot sticky cum. as he starts to realign himself again, he wraps a hand around his hardened twitching shaft, pumping it a few times. a long vein prods against his sweaty palm and he groans, watching you lie there so pretty, oozing out his cum with your legs sprawled open. “fuck, touch y’rself for me, baby girl. stick those cute fingers inside.”

“but—”

“stick ‘em in,” he repeats, playfully smacking his tip against your soddened folds. you whimper, feeling his fat cock graze against your tender flesh. you wanted him to finish fucking you, and toji always did this—teasing you randomly, getting off to that little pout that forms across your lips and the whine that drags out your throat whenever you don’t get your way. he presses his perfectly chiseled chest against yours before whispering hoarsely. “tch. can’t hear all of a sudden, mama? i gotta do it for you?”

“want your cock, not my fingers,” you chastise in a cute whine, leaning in to press a wet kiss against his scarred lips. toji darkly chortles, grabbing your wrist and making you feel against your sopping cunt anyway. “ngh, fuck toji,” you moan, shuddering as he guides your own fingers against your clit that’s spitting out such satiny volumes of cum. you’re lying in a puddle of your own mess, feeling his thick fingers glide down against yours. “mmh, touch me more, toji.”

with an eye roll, he slowly pins your wrists over your head, inching his head closer toward your lips. verdant eyes meet yours and he scoffs.

“shouldn’t do shit,” and he cockily hums, seeing your lips twitch once he’s only millimeters apart from shoving his tongue down your throat. you could smell the malt of beer on his breath. you whine, thinking he was about to kiss you but instead, he laughs right against your lips. “baby, you told me ‘ta give you a baby. now y’r just bein’ greedy.”

and as he continues to rub his leaky tip against your slit that’s overflowed with piles of his hot cum, he presses a kiss toward the corner of your lips. “heh, oh my. so damn cute when my wife’s angry,” he pokes fun at the pout that’s marinating against your features.

despite how you were filled to the very brim with such filthy ropes of cum—you were still aching for him to finish but toji just had to continue to be a mere tease. with a wry expression, he finally prepares himself to go back in before speaking in a husky tone. “mhm, fine,” and he rubs a big hand over your tummy, hearing you softly moan once he uses a palm to press down just a bit.

“let’s get this pretty tummy nice ‘n round again, yeah?”

☠︎ SATORU GOJO.

“oh… oh,” satoru lets off a sheepish chortle, cupping a fat piece of your ass with the palm of his hand. “you’re serious, angel?”

“yeah,” you whine, snaking your legs around his slim waist. satoru’s staring at you with wide cerulean eyes, a curving slick grin forming against his lips. he’d just got back from jujutsu tech—and he said he needed a long hot shower after dealing with tiresome enemies all day but you couldn’t wait – you needed him. you practically pounced on him the second he walked through the door, not that he even minded. satoru groans as his hardened cock digs such fat inches inside of your clingy stretchy cunt as he stills his weight. “please, ‘toru,” a soft babbling whimper leaves from your lips, and you grab his hand, making him tender rubs circle against your bare tummy. “i want a baby, now.”

with a cheeky chortle, he plants a kiss against your pouty twitching lips. “like .. now now?” and he watches as your pout grows. an almost scowl and it’s just adorable—he was always one to joke with you, even while being in between your legs. “heh, alright sweet thing. i gotcha, let’s give you that baby, huh?”

with half-lidded eyes, you watch as satoru picks up the active vibrating wand from before that was rubbing up against your sopping cunt just a few seconds ago. with ease, he’s coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you, relishing in the sloshing sounds of your pussy from each individual thrust.

“ngh, c’mon baby, want ya ‘ta get nice ‘n soaked for me,” he purrs, and as he’s still inside, gradually moving the wand up and down your sopping entrance—a milky dried up ring coated around his hefty base. you’re sticking against him so good, lathering his base with your syrupy sap before he groans. “c’mon, let me here ya.”

“sato—”

“not you, silly,” he gently flicks your forehead, guiding the rubber tip further up against the top part of your cunt. its gyrating vibrations were enough to almost cause your legs to collapse. he’s thick, stuffing you again and again with constant sloppy inches until the skin slapping against both bodies gives you whiplash—again. “i was talkin’ to my other pretty girl,” and as his crystalline-colored eyes flicker further down towards your plugged dampened entrance, he swipes a thumb down your fluttering clit. a ‘pop’ leaves out of you once he slams his hips right into you, causing you to loudly squelch, soaking his entire dick in the princess. “fuck yeah, i know, i hear you,” he grunts, feeling his shaft twitching inside of you just from hearing how wet you were. satoru’s eyes still fixate at your pussy before he gives it a playful smack. “isn’t that right, princess?”

you moan—throbbing even quicker as his eyes were solely focused on your cunt, not you. like always, it caught his attention and he continues to rub the toy up and down your plushy folds, ogling as your legs shake and writhe underneath him. “toru, fuck,” you squeak, feeling the bed rigorously shake underneath you both. you wouldn’t be surprised if the hinges suddenly snapped, calling its quits. “ ‘m gonna cum,” and your voice was quiet. slowly but surely—he’s molding a little bulge from the size of his cock as he’s plummeting you deep, driving in and out and showing no signs of running out of fuel. “fuuuck!”

“i know, i know,” and his body’s so hot as it presses into you. his heat makes you hot, and you run a hand down his clenched abs, rocking into him at a much more quickened pace. raucous groans and moans fill the room as his sweat sticks against your bare skin. as satoru’s rutting into you, soft whines leaving from his lips whilst the toy hidden between your jerking legs buzzes even louder. “hng, me too. ‘m gonna give you such a good fill, baby,” but as he watches your jaw slowly sag open, he gives you a hot open-mouthed kiss. it’s sloppy, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth as his tongue tries to twist around yours. breathlessly, he’d pull away, licking near the bottom of your chin. “but you’d like that, huh? you’d like walkin’ around bein’ my pretty pregnant wife, yeah?”

“y- yesss,” you hiss, dragging out your words as his crazed tip whacks itself against your sensitive spot. again, again, and again—he’s hitting against that same spot as if it were a target. bullseye every time, and satoru gojo never ever misses. his frantic hits against your core causes your toes to curl and your back to arch even further as you’re slowly being brought closer to your orgasmic, teetering edge. “ ‘m cumming, cumming.”

once your release comes—it felt like heaven. you fall back as he’s still on top of you, trailing a slick tongue down your neck as you’re coming undone. you whine loudly and it’s an almost scream that strains your chords as his dick pulses inside of your gummy walls. “fuckin’ shit,” satoru sucks his teeth, and he finishes right with you. you’re staring at him with murky dilated pupils, clinging onto his pale shoulders right as he suddenly grows limp. “fuck,” and he grows quiet, hearing the filthy sounds of his own cum trickle its way inside of you. a lot dribbles in within a matter of seconds—reaching near the barrier of your womb with just a few sprays and you’ve never felt more full ‘n hot inside. “that’s it, wifey. take it, saved all of this j.. just for you, shit.”

loads of his cum swash around inside of your convulsing cunt as he then removed the toy from between your thighs, lying on top of you. white strands glisten against his forehead, his sweat being practically adhesive, satoru was panting just as much as you, and he leans against your chest, giving your breasts individual kisses. “s- satoru,” you whine, feeling his bucked hips give you those weak finalized thrusts. a lot spills out of you, racing down your thighs and you nibble underneath his lip. “fuck, ‘m so full.”

“bet you are,” he replies, running a clawing hand through his hair as he pivots his hips forward just a bit for the last time. you feel the extending stretch of his cock grow inside of you—and it’s enough to make your mouth water. satoru’s got heart eyes forming the more he stares at your fucked out state, and he cups your cheek. “h- heh, we should start thinkin’ of names,” and you moan once he pulls out, swiping his fat thumb against your sopping running cunt that’s oozing with his cum. “mommy..”

☠︎ CHOSO KAMO.

the minute you whine out those words to choso, ‘i want a baby,’ his brain would literally short circuit. choso’s always had a major breeding kink, and so did you.

emphasis on major – all he ever wanted to do was to see his pretty girl with a pretty round tummy. the image of it gnawed away at his thoughts and once you finally ask him to give you a baby, he nearly loses it.

“ ‘m gonna .. give you more than one,” he huffs in frantic breaths, both arms pinned at either sides of you. choso’s staring at you with wide carnal eyes, a flushed face, and twitching hot ears. “we’re gonna have so much,” he grunts, buried balls deep inside of you. your legs lock around his waist as he’s pounding you into the mattress—although, choso’s strokes was romantically slow.

he’s hitting you deep each time, and it makes you rub your ankle down his back. a slow moving pattern that makes him groan. “one isn’t enough, n- no,” he rambles, trailing his hands toward your bouncing tits. choso can’t help but imagine how full they’d get - nipples all swollen, the thought alone makes him grunt. “you—we need at least four, y- yeah. four sounds ‘bout right,” and as he’s making his cock french kiss against your throbbing nub, you let off a shrilling moan. choso captures your lips in a needy kiss as your body rocks against him. “you’re gonna make me a daddy, y’know that?”

“i.. i know, baby,” you moan, feeling his loose black strands stick against your forehead. he’s so close—choso’s hips become sloppy within seconds as he’s still got your breasts cupped in his hands. if it was anything choso would fail to do, it would be at keeping his hands to himself. he was madly in love with you, and not just you but your body also.

his favorite body part had to be your tits—he loved sucking on them, gently nibbling against your nipple, or even just resting his head against them. so soft, you were like his own personal pillow. as he’d still relentlessly giving you such thick inches of cock, choso sucks his teeth, feeling your cunt freely glue and constrict around his length. “mmf. that spot, ‘cho,” you whine, hauling your arms over his tense shoulders. “fuck, right there, baby. there.”

“y- yeah?” he moans, your own sweet noises making his dick continue to twitch further inside of you. choso’s kneading your walls as you clamp down on him—making his jaw clench tight. he looks so pretty, and he’s squeezing his eyes shut from how good you feel around him. your hips were just deadly—and the more you pictured about starting a family with choso, the more you throbbed against his fat length. choso huffs, pressing a sloppy kiss near the corner of your mouth—sadly missing your lips from just a few inches.

“hah, gonna be so pretty ‘n plump for me,” and once his tip thrashes against your g-spot, he whines against your neck. “ngh, i’d give you the world if i could. but before that— ‘m gonna give you what you want.. promise.”

choso whimpers, hiding his head between your chest — stuffing his face into your breasts. you giggle as his thrusts start to slow, that throbbing vein that steadily repeats to run down the far left side of his cock pulsating quicker. “ ‘s okay, choso, you can cum. give m- me a baby,” you whisper, feeling him latch his mouth over your perked nipples. every few seconds it pops out of his mouth due to the unsteady movements of both bodies and he pours. choso groans with a growing pout, cupping each tit in your mouth. by now, he’s humping into you as tepid lips of his hold each nipple of yours hostage. his teeth softly graze against your skin and you whimper, feeling your stomach seize. “f- fuck.”

and he’s just so into it that he ends up cumming right as he’s sucking on your breasts. a low gruttural groan comes from him as he starts to flood your womb as both hips continue to clash. choso shudders at the feeling of his orgasmic release—his tip’s a blushing red as his eyes become droopy, whining out a sweet, “f.. fuuuuck.”

the base of his cock’s swollen as it stays idle, spraying balmy ropes into your core. choso’s still sucking on each of your tits, moaning as your fingers tangle within his sable strands and he grunts. “ ‘m cummin’ so much baby, so much for you,” and as you watch his dark brows crease into a furrow, you feel the pit of your tummy coil.

it’s a feeling that tickles inside of you—and he’s buried so deep, overwhelming your cunt with such slimy ropes that end up tearing down your folds. “god,” he moans, and once he removes his wet lips from your nipple, it sounds off a loud ‘pop.’ strings of his saliva follow from your skin and he laps it up, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. “mine,” and choso can’t help but lean into your touch once you cup his face with two shaky hands.

“yours,” you repeat, returning the kiss as your legs trap around his waist. slowly, he’s still rocking into you as his bulbous tip remains to emit out velvety ribbons inside of your pussy. you smell just like choso—his sweet woody smell that clouds your brain, making you throb for even more of him. “all yours, choso.”

with a hand sliding down your chest, past the valley that reaches down to your tummy—he pauses, placing his palm on your stomach. choso whimpers against your lips, giving you one last chaste kiss - and this time, it’s much more passionate and romantic. “this is mine too,” he purrs lowly, gingerly pressing down on your stomach. “all mine.”

☠︎ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“tsk. you really shouldn’t say such things,” sukuna grunts, slouching back against his throne. all arms of his wrap around your waist — gazing openly as you’re taking in his thick cock, his second would just be barely brushing up against the valley that runs down your ass. you whimper at his grasp, trying to writhe your hips further into him and you’re met with cold, crimson eyes and a wolffish grin. “look at me in the eyes ‘n repeat to me what you said, woman,” and with a hand gripping your chin, he softly caresses your bottom lip with his sable-colored claw. “speak.”

“i— i need you to get me pregnant, ‘kuna,” you quietly murmur, leaning into his touch.

he’s so thick, you felt his heavy sack rest underneath you as you straddled his lap, the fabric of his cottony kimono brushing against your skin. “you ‘want’? rephrase that, little girl,” and you could already feel the inside of your mouth starting to salivate at just how good he’s stretching you open. you’re gaping—shamefully listening to the sounds of your own cunt’s sloshing squelches ring through the soundproof walls of his domain. sukuna’s giving you a look that makes you pulsate—and he snickers, watching you struggle to maintain direct eye contact. “go on, use those big girl words. jus’ like i taught ya.”

“p.. please,” you moan, feeling his tip curl its way through your gummy walls. sukuna was right at his peak, just a bit of pressure and he’d be filling you up . . but, he wanted to hear those polite words leave from your lips first. as he sits on his throne with that same smug grin, he brings a hand to cling onto your waist. “cum inside, ‘kuna. impregnate me—give me a baby, sukuna.”

grunting once he feels you sitting up, you’re gushing a bit down his length and he feels the slick wetness soak around his hefty length. your lap creates an invisible translucent ring that glistens around his entire base. sukuna rubs a few callused fingers against your wailing pussy before snickering. “keh. foolish woman,” and you whine once he lifts you up with his dick still buried inside. sukuna’s shoved deep inside, churning up your insides wholly and it makes your lips part into a ‘o’. the stretch was loud—so loud that each time he expands through your walls, the squelches that leave from your cunt becomes salaciously repetitive. as the demon’s wearing you out, stretching you thin—pink brows of his furrow in pleasure as his head tilts back. “fuck, better take it then. ‘m gonna give you an extra fill this time.”

your hips were barely moving but still, you couldn’t help but slowly rock against his body. all four arms of his precariously grab and paw at your body, sending you chills at something as simple as his touch. as sukuna’s dick resumes to rummage through your cunt as if it’s searching through every sopping orifice, you feel one of his hands grab at a nice piece of your ass.

“f- fuck, ‘m gonna cum, ‘kuna,” you whine, the snugness of his dick between your walls creating a tender fluttering feeling deep in the pits of your tummy. he’s so deep, and the more you thought about baring his offspring makes you ache and yearn for more. “c.. cumming.”

your orgasm slams into like a truck—it’s unpredictable and at full speed. sukuna growls against your ear, and he ends up finishing at the same time as you. the fervor was almost too much to bare, and he groans at the way your ass sloppily jerks forward into him. steadily, his jutting dick stills inside of you as it’s spraying out thin ribbons of cum – and it’s a lot. as you’re straddling the curse, he digs his claws into your ass, feeling your slobbering-filled cunt clench around him.

“hng, curses,” he grunts lowly, his cock gradually turning flaccid inside of you. it starts to spill down your thighs as runny globs race down the crevices of your legs. you end up moaning, pressing a sloppy kiss against his lips. sukuna’s blood-red eyes roll back but he returns the gesture, allowing you to dip your tongue inside, whimpering inside of his mouth. “horny woman. you must be ovulating again,” he says between kisses, giving your ass one mean smack. the recoil makes him smirk — and you feel the sly crease of his lips against your own form into a wicked smile.

as you remain on his lap, your knees buckle and you’re still feeling sensitive. your thighs shook as you felt tender between your legs. “mmh,” you deepen the kiss, panting heavily against his own frigid breath that sets against your tongue. sukuna holds you close, still feeling spurts of his cum fill into you, all to the brim. “m.. more, ‘kuna,” you whine, breaking away briefly. strands of saliva depart as he stares at you, scoffing as you start to bounce against his lap again. “ ‘s not enough.”

“ ‘not enough,’ she says, tch. never fuckin’ satisfied,” he shakes his head with a coy grin. sukuna’s vermillion eyes flicker down toward your hand that’s reaching for his second cock that’s stacked behind the main one in front. he grunts lowly, and then before he knows it, he’s lightly pushed back against the center of his throne by you. “ughh,” sukuna leans back, looking up at you. “and what’s this?” he stares at you slowly getting up, aligning both of his dicks against your slick oozing entrances. “ah, one isn’t enough, is it greedy girl? you just wanted ‘ta be double stuffed today. ‘s that it?

tempestuously as his front cock continues to disappear inside of your folds—sukuna grunts once you push him back against the cushiony pillow. “eh. the nerve, little one,” and with a wily grin, he watches you align yourself with both leaky cocks. each soddened entrance soaks against your entrances with your slick and you moan, slinging an arm around his broad neck. “fuckin’ brat, mhm.”

as you’re barely even moving a few inches, sukuna snarls loudly the second his flushed tip thrashes by your hole. he’s sensitive, and despite his cocky words he ends up cumming not even a few moments later. sweaty viscous limbs glissade against one another as you gradually grind your hips into him. “f- fuck,” you whine, grabbing a piece of your own ass as you glance down to view the mess. he sprays in a big monstrous load, and it comes out in pretty thick ribbons. when it came to sukuna—he always came a lot, and as your cunt’s twitching around him, he feels your legs nearly giving out. “ ‘s much, ‘kuna.”

“you wanted a baby so ‘m givin’ it to you,” he groans, keen nails softly dragging down the curvature of your waist. sukuna’s throne substantially starts to growl itself due to the pressuring weight stacked upon each other, filling up the domain with its constant creaking. “ugh,” his head tilts back, and he wraps all arms around you. his second cock followed shortly after, spraying right down the valley of your ass. thin stripes of cum droop down the sides of your thighs as you sit up, watching it spill out. “don’t .. give me that look, little girl,” he swallows thickly, watching as you straighten your back — hovering over his drooling tip. “hah, what’s with the smug expression?”

“nothing,” you hum, and even as he’s still cumming, one of his cock’s buried inside just halfway - another grazing against your aching hole, he grunts from your touch. he’s weighty, and his sack hangs low due to how sensitive he was. sukuna was full and swollen—and you could tell that he had so much more to give you. “want more,” you whine, pressing a kiss underneath his crooked mouth. “heh, unless you’re too milked out, big guy.”

sukuna glares at you—but he allows you to have your way on his lap, feeling his other cock brush near the back of your sopping pussy that’s sobbing with such dewy remnants of cum. “horny girl,” he huffs, though if you squinted just enough you could see a little pout forming against his lips.

three out of four burly arms wrap around your torso, pulling you closer and you gasp—hearing your cunt squelch the second he’s aligning his second cock against your sweltering hole. “but fine then. let’s see you take both,” and as sukuna grabs your chin, pressing a wet kiss against your mouth, he whispers hoarsely against your lips. you whimper once he gently presses his claw near the center of your stomach, nibbling at your bottom lip with his fangs.

“won’t be talkin’ for long once i swell up that pretty tummy, little girl.”

[miradelletarot]

I'm super in my feels lately, and I'm remembering my Virtual Choir days.

I really need to see if I still have the sheet music somewhere for the ones I was in. (I was in VC 4, 5, and 6 btw, and I am so grateful to have had those experiences.)

[six-culture]

sitting on logans lap as he decompresses from the day, drink in hand. you're complaining about something that has happened and he just sits there looking at you, occasionally nodding or raising his eyebrows in mild shock of something you said. eventually he gets tired of your whining, you can only complain so much before he raises a large, forceful hand to your mouth. "thats enough baby," he'd say. it's not that he doesn't love listening to you ramble, but his mind often wanders after a few drinks with your warm little body pressed against him. you let off steam by maundering on and on about whatevers on your mind but logan could only ever find that same relief deep inside you.

he'd take his hand off your mouth and pull you further into his lap so you're straddling him, he'd hold your jaw steady as you two made out, the taste of whiskey, cigars, and spit filling your mouth. a familiar flavour that made you so wet he could feel the condensation leaking onto him through his jeans. you'd let him feel you up, use you like a stress toy, squeezing your hips and ass, biting and nipping at your neck and collarbone. you'd let him carry you to bed and fuck you, fucking you hard as to make you both forget about what was ailing you, your moans and whines drowning out all the infuriation he'd felt throughout the day. the feeling of his sweet girl around him and the little sounds that escape you flooding his mind with pure euphoria.

[lostsyren]

Aw, now I need to actually see Rafe taking Sofia out on the water, like standing in the water, maybe letting her float while he holds her up like an unwavering rock, super supportive. I just know that when Rafe loves you, he got your back and would do anything for you

chlorine ོ༘☀︎⋆.˚ ｡𖦹°‧🫧˚.༄

{summary: rafe invites sofia to his house for a day at the pool…but sofia is scared of water.}

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°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Business had been slow and Rafe was bored. He sat on the deck outside, looking at the pool, the water gleaming azure, the streams of sunlight rippling across it like slippery eels. He sipped on some beer, Tannyhill quiet and imposing on his shoulder. Barry was busy– something about a broken engine that he needed to fix. And Rafe didn’t feel like calling any of the country club crowd, the idea of their sycophantic presence making him recoil. His thoughts wandered to the country club bartender instead…°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The water looked so good, the air was hot and sweet and Rafe was…well, alone. He pulled out his phone clicking on Sofia’s contact.

R: You wanna come over?

He knew she wasn’t working today (he’d quickly memorised her hours at the club), so it was only couple minutes before she answered.

S: sure! what time?

R: Now is good

S: ok im gonna get ready

R: Let me pick you up?

S: it’s ok i want to drive

R: You sure?

S: 🙄yes rafe

He laughed softly to himself.

R: Bring a bathing suit

S: why…?

R: Just bring one ok

S: fine see you in a bit

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Sofia reached Tannyhill, bikini on under her shorts and T-shirt, just like Rafe instructed. She hoped he planned to sunbathe, or something like that. Not put to use that massive pool of his.

Sofia parked her car outside, beginning to walk up the sandy path to the house, carrying her tote bag filled with sunscreen, a book she was currently reading, and a towel.

Her excursions with Rafe felt more and more like a friendship, rather than a hookup. Sex felt like an afterthought, Sofia looking forward to the random little activities they’d do together much more. Sometimes she thought Rafe was just a bit lonely, but then she actually considered the concept of the kook king in his big white mansion being friendless and laughed at how stupid it sounded. But then the questions was: why was he still with her? She could never come up with an answer that made sense. But regardless of his elusive motive, Sofia had fun with Rafe. He was funny, sweet and, when he wanted to be, utterly charming.

She tried to ignore the times where he’d go into one of his strange moods. When he became distant. Waspish. Cold. He also became mean. Very mean. He’d always apologise after, but sometimes the things he’d say hurt her. But she didn’t dwell on that, she instead focused on the kind part of him.

Sofia wandered inside Tannyhill, with the door unlocked. She heard the curtains billow as the wind breezed its way into the house from the back garden. Sofia had been her a handful of times now so she knew where she was going, heading past the kitchen and maundering about the veranda, looking for Rafe. She quickly spotted him by the pool.

“Hey,” she greeted, when she got near, taking a seat on the sun lounge beside him. He was in his trunks and a polo shirt, Armani sunglasses on his nose. Rafe hurriedly sat him, swinging his legs on to the ground to sit facing her.

“Hey,” he said with a smirk, swiping his glasses off. He was in one of his better moods right now, she noticed.

“So…what do you wanna do today?” Sofia asked, itching to make use of the good weather on her day off from work and try and work on that tan.

“Chill by the pool?”

“Cool, I can do that.” She said with a lazy smile.

“You sure? Don’t want it to be too much hard work for you.” He teased, nudging her knee with his own, his long legs easily reaching hers in the space between them.

“I’m sure I’ll manage.” She winked.

He hummed contentedly, his eyes flickering up and down, taking her in. Every time she noticed him do that her heart surged a little, injected with a heady rush of glee. Sofia slipped off her shirt, revealing her bikini top, a floral patterned fabric strings tied around her nape. Rafe continued to stare, as she also shucked off her shorts, gathering her short hair up in a messy bun before lounging across the chair, soaking up the delicious sun that beamed down on them. Sofia was soon thumbing her book trying to find the chapter she’d left off on.

Rafe stood up suddenly, walking away from her.

“Hey where are you going?” She asked, eyebrows raised. She thought he’d stay with her.

Rafe smirked down at her with a teasing expression, “calm down, I’m going in the pool alright? Do I need to ask permission or something?”

Sofia rolled her eyes, “do you always have to be that infuriating?”

“Naturally,” he flashed her a grin before yanking off his shirt and diving into the deep end of the water.

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Rafe did a couple of laps, before floating on his back, watching the cumulus clouds bob across the sky like a flock of sheep. The water was cool against his hot skin, the sun on the apple of his cheeks warm and comforting. He gazed over at Sofia, still sprawled neatly across the sun lounge, her eyes glued to that book of hers.

Rafe swam over to the edge, hauling his arms on to the stone floor, turning the grey slabs black with water.

“Sof?” He called out.

“Yeah?” She said without looking up from the page.

“Why don’t you come join me?”

He saw her eyes freeze, stuck on the word she was reading. Rafe suddenly wished he didn’t say anything, hating the thought of making her uncomfortable.

Sofia slowly met his eyes, “you know how I feel about water, Rafe.” Her tone wasn’t mean…more sad if anything– it made him feel guilty.

“You don’t have to come in. Just sit here on the edge.”

“I’m good where I am.” Her tone was slighter harsher this time round. Rafe stopped pestering. He instead dove back in, submerging himself in the bright blue depths, swimming under for a while, watching the sunlight undulate across and through the pool surface, like golden snakes of light. He wondered why she didn’t like water– what had happened? How much did the pair not know about each other, how many secrets they each kept? The questions forced him to confront what he had with Sofia– a strange in-between-thing of friendship– companionship– sex. His eyes began to sting from the chlorine, Rafe kicking himself up to get some air.

To his surprise, he found Sofia sitting on the ground, her legs crossed infront of the pool’s edge, waiting for him to come up again. The palms of her hands were resting on her knees as she eyed the cerulean waters warily.

“Hi,” she smiled down at him, with a dimpled grin. Rafe mirrored it, the response easy. She always made things easy.

“Hi,” he replied, swimming up to her. He treaded water as she watched, the two silent for a while. The breeze whispered between them gently, murmuring a pretty song of rustling leaves and faint wind chimes that Rose had hung up in the garden.

Rafe reached a slow hand to her own, placing his palm on top, dripping little beads of water on her bronze skin that looked like zirconia beads.

“You wanna swim?”

“I can’t.” She said, head hung low.

“Sure you can, just get in the pool.” He nudged her hand forward.

Sofia sighed stiffly, “I mean I can’t swim Rafe,” she muttered.

Oh. He supposed it should’ve been obvious, remembering how nervous she was on his yacht. Rafe studied her face, noticing it was tinged with red, as if she was embarrassed. He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand, smoothening her soft skin.

“That’s ok…I’m here.” He said with a little smile.

She rolled her eyes, “you’re a trained lifeguard?”

He laughed, “I did lifeguard trading for a couple weeks actually.”

“So you’re qualified?”

“Not exactly,” he said, remembering how he got tired of the summer job his dad had forced him to get when he was 16, quitting after less than a month.

Sofia was about to get up, but Rafe pressed his hand down on her leg.

“Come on. Trust me ok?” His voice was low, trying to emulate calmness.

Sofia squinted her eyes, but he felt her tensed body loosen, melting into his touch.

Rafe took that as a sign of her consent, hooking his hand under her thigh, slowly pulling in towards him with a firm but gentle grip, using his other hand to hold her lower leg. He slowly brought her foot to the water, all the while making eye contact with her.

“Is this ok?” He asked. Sofia nodded.

He let her leg sink into the pool, feeling the goosebumps raise on her skin. He did the same to her other leg.

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” Rafe smiled, running his hands up and down her legs in the water.

Sofia nodded slowly, “yeah,” she breathed.

“You wanna get in?”

“Rafe.” She said warningly.

“Come on, hold on to me.”

Rafe didn’t know why he was doing this…he supposed it was because he wanted to help her, like she’d helped him. He still recalled her advice that day on the balcony.

Do the thing you’ll regret the least.

He really needed that then.

And this was how he could be there for her now.

“I’m being serious, don’t do anything stupid ok?” She said, her eyes wide and mouth frowning.

“I won’t. I promise.” He gave her legs a tight squeeze.

Sofia licked her lips, before nodding cautiously, sliding her body closer to the edge. Rafe trailed his hands up her legs across the side of her thighs, planting his strong grip on her hips.

“Ready?” He probed, with what he hoped was a comforting expression on his face.

“Ok.” She said, the word coming out it a swift, nerve-riddled breath. Rafe pulled her into the water.

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It was cold. That was her first thought. Her feet touched the ground, the water reaching just below her shoulders. Her thoughts quickly began to unravel, the familiar knot in her throat tightening, panic beginning to fray her edges.

“Hey hey hey, you’re good, you’re good. Look at me,” Rafe’s voice hummed, tugging her slowly out of her dread state.

“Sofia you’re ok.”

“I’m ok. I’m ok,” she repeated, hooking her hands around his neck, anchoring on to him.

He laughed softly, “exactly, you’re ok.” His hands were firmly gripping her hips, holding her in place in the water. After the initial trepidation, Sofia felt her wavering heartbeat flatten, her breathing becoming slower.

Rafe placed his forehead on hers forcing her to keep up the eye contact. “Tranquilo, right. Tranquilo.”

Sofia laughed at his attempt at Spanish, “your accent is horrible.”

He laughed with her, slowly swaying with her in the water as if they were slow dancing with the waves lapping around them, the sensation like feathers on her skin.

Sofia gazed into his eyes, the same colour as the pool water. Droplets beaded in his eyelashes, making him even more pretty.

Sofia gushed with an inexplicable joy.

“You having fun?” He murmured quietly to her, their faces inches apart.

She hummed a soft yes, pulling him closer to her.

Rafe tilted his head going in for a kiss, his grip on her hips tightening subconsciously. Sofia let out a little gasp as he hooked his lips with hers, trailing her further into his embrace. He was soft and slow, as smooth as the water that encompassed them.

“Can we get out now?” She breathed against his lips.

“Of course.”

Rafe hoisted her up in the pool, his strength increasing tenfold with the waters buoyancy. Sofia yelped as she was sprung up suddenly, her arms wrapping all the way around his neck, his chin pressed against her breastbone as he looked up at her with a laugh.

“Rafe stop!” She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

“Don’t worry, I’m helping you out.” He waded through the pool easily– Sofia didn’t even notice how far away from the edge they drifted. Rafe perched her gently on the tiles surrounding the swimming pool, as if she weighed nothing.

“You can let go now.” He teased with a cocky smirk. Sofia scoffed jokingly, unwrapping her legs from his torso and unhooking her arms from his neck. She stood up in a hurry, shaking the water from her body. The experience was surprisingly…ok.

Rafe followed behind her, both of them drying off with their towels.

“That was nice of you Rafe…thank you.” She said, earnestly. She could tell he didn’t like it when she did that– be vulnerable. But she still did it anyway. It was important to her that he knew that she appreciated him. She also liked how he didn’t ask why she was afraid of water– there seemed to be a mutual agreement between the two not to pry.

“Don’t worry about it, had to put my lifeguard skills to use didn’t I?” He joked.

Sofia rolled her eyes elbowing him softly in the ribs before swivelling around to return to her book.

“You did real good Sofia.” Rafe suddenly said, making her stop in her tracks. She looked past her shoulder giving him a little smile.

“Thanks to you.”

She reached a hand out to his, giving his fingers a tight squeeze.

The two spent the rest of the day there on the side of the pool, talking mindlessly, Sofia reading her book as Rafe floated about in the water. They finally went inside as the sun was about to set, their cheeks kissed by the sun, both their skin scented like chlorine.

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🐬a/n: thank you for this adorable ask!! do let me know what you think, and tell me what else you’d like to see from these two! also i’m working on a couple of requests currently! i promise i’m not ignoring you <3

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Hi! I loved your fics (specially with Charles and John) and i was thinking about making a request

Could you do a Charles x reader smut. Maybe with the reader has a big thing for doing it dangerously and poor Mr. Smith has to deal with his girl

Closer

(Charles Smith x Fem!Reader Smut)

This was so fun to write, it was very free flowing/not structured, so it was new

Warnings: smut, asphyxiation, public sex, impact play, just risky sex lol

The bulk of Charles reminded you of what it was like to be strong. You’d huddle into his robust arms, he’d wrap them around you, dwarfing you completely, and you’d hear the familiar breathing of your lover. His morale and strong nature never dwindled, and he would pick you up when you were down (both literally and metaphorically). But Charles’ stature especially served as a source of comfort for you, his strength was remarkable, capable of defending you from anything and anyone, and he was competent in everything he did. Especially in loving you. The fortuitous exultation he felt seeing you rely so heavily on him: having you ask him for acts of service, ask for advice, or have you ask him to teach you something. And he got pleasure out of beating the daylights out of anyone in your name.

And more than anything, the two of you loved the sheer size difference between you two.

Charles outweighed you by at least fifty pounds, if not more. His biceps alone were nearly the size of your head. His massive back and torso would cover you completely when he was on top of you; his arms caging and protecting you, blotting out the outside world. And in prudent hesitation, he would shakily wrap his arm around your neck and squeeze upon request. For a while, Charles did not understand your obsession with being put in a chokehold. He could not fathom you getting any sort of pleasure from it, but when he heard your shaky breaths, whimpers slipping in between, he would be roused to squeeze harder. And when he saw your increasingly reddening face, both from pleasure and asphyxiation, he couldn’t keep his own cock from twitching.

Charles loved you more than anything, and his tenderness with you would bleed into many aspects of your relationship. Especially sex. He was well aware of his strength, as were you. And Charles would quickly discover, to his surprise, how much you enjoyed being shoved into pillows before sex, slapping your tender skin where you asked, yanking your hair multiple times at varying levels of strength until he got it right up to your standard, holding you down on the bed, grinding away at delicate bones too hard until he felt them shift, all just the way you liked it. And you happily took every bit of it. You’d have your fevered and bruised skin to show, flaunting the deep purple marks around camp so blatantly a few of the gang members would worry for you.

Your moments of sweet cessation around camp together would be delicately intimate, a rare shred of privacy allotted for the two of you, which would inevitably be interrupted by some gang member’s bumbling maundering over something or the other. The cutlery and mugs would look pocket-sized in his grasp, his hands in gargantuan proportions compared to your own. On a more pure occasion, you’d reach across from where you'd be sitting together and trace the curve of his cheeks with the back of your hand, reminiscent of the way he would before slapping you in bed.

Before bed, Charles would occasionally ask you again and again why you enjoyed it so much, what part of you was satiated by the practices. You would simply say you didn’t know why, it was just enjoyable. He would continue to ponder the question as the two of you laid in his tent, your body flipped away from him and your back pressed to his large chest. His arm would drape over your body along with the blanket, his body working as a furnace and providing more heat than the blanket ever could. His breath warm against your neck, goosebumps rising as his lips ghosted the sensitive, downy nape of your neck.

And just as his breath was evening out and slowing down, under the belief that the two of you were finally settling in for the night, you’d guide his hand to your lap, bunching up your nightgown until it was flipped over your hips. He’d blink away sleepiness, his eyes adjusting to the darkness around you, barely registering what you were doing before you hiked your leg up and behind his massive thigh, stretching your legs wide so his palm could cup your pussy.

Charles would become hyper aware of what was happening, especially around him: He’d take notice of the distant chattering coming from the bright camp fire from across camp, the sleeping bodies that were only a few feet from you, the people wandering around the camp entrances acting as guard who’d be more alert than anyone else.

“(Name), what are you doing?” He’d ask in a hushed tone.

Your only response would be a stifled whimper as you ground your pussy against his hand. And even though every fiber in his body would tell him to stop, to keep your intimacy private and dignities intact, he would drag his calloused fingers along your pussy, his rough pads circling your sensitive bud. The hair on the back of your neck would stand as you listened to his heavy breathing against your ear, grinding your ass back on his semi erect cock. You’d guide his hand under your bloomers, raking through your soft curls until he reached your folds, parting your pussy and exposing your clit. You’d urge him to rub harder, pressing your hand into his as he rubbed vigorously.

You’d be moaning openly into the air if not for the arm wrapped over your mouth, his bicep muffling, virtually silencing you completely. You’d cover his arm in drool, occasionally dragging your tongue over the skin tentatively. The pleasure was overwhelming, washing over you like cresting waves. Eventually, he’d sink a finger into you to the hilt, curling the finger and feeling the way you twitched and jerked in his hold. You’d grip onto his forearm, sinking your nails into the steel rod that was his arm and leaving behind crescent shapes.

The two of you would become keenly aware of the body next to you, rolling and mumbling in their sleep, and you’d go stiff in fear of being discovered. But the fear was enthralling, and it would encourage you even more to grind down on his fingers, eyes rolling back as you moaned louder into his arm.

Hair stuck to your forehead with sweat, and he’d slide a second, even a third finger inside you, curling and pumping in and out of you. He’d smirk when he’d hear the muffled squelching coming from in between your legs, getting awfully caught up in the moment and forgetting there were people around you that could potentially hear.

Eventually, his hand would clamp over your mouth as tight as he could, bordering on covering your nostrils. His other hand would clutch your hip hard, staring intensely into your quivering back as he slid his large cock into your tight hole, stretching you so wide he’d feel your back arch and legs tense. He’d use his strength to pin you in place as he fucked you hard. Your skin would be iridescent with sweat, muscles taut and pulled tight as violin strings, your bodies moving in sync.

“Fuck me, Charles.” You’d gasp quietly, attempting to move your hips back in time to meet his thrusts. You’d whine in frustration if Charles even dared to stop if someone passed your tent, not caring that they were only a few feet away. Charles' chest would rumble lowly in a growl as he thrust all the way in, balls deep as his hips slapped against the fatty flesh of your thighs and ass. And you would gasp in satisfaction as your lover lovingly impaled you, deliciously, again and again.

Charles would be hesitant, but he’d always cave into your wants and desires. How could he ever deny his precious lover? Shaky hands would wrap around your throat, tightening each time as you whimpered how it wasn’t enough. And he’d have to be the one who got reassurance, making sure he wasn’t hurting you.

Your affinity for risky sex had the poor man sweating, but again, how could he turn you down? You’d insist he eat you out in broad daylight, only paces away from camp in the woods on a log, where anyone in the gang could peer over and see his tongue rolling flat over your clit. How you insist he take a bath with you in the lake after a long day of work, just barely out of sight from the camp, lazily tracing your tongue over the sweat that clung to his muscles as he fucked you in the water. How you’d request he pinch your nostrils closed as you throated his cock completely, your throat constricting as you struggled to take in a breath. And you would not allow him to let go until your vision was spotted with black. How you insist he finish inside you every single time, pumping you full of cum, round after round, until a halo of white formed around his base as he fucked the rest into you.

Poor Charles, some would say. Being pushed to his limits each and every time as his boundaries expanded with each passing day with you. Seeing the satisfied glint in your eye afterwards was always worth it, and how you’d allow him to clean you up and take care of you. Feeding you food and wiping you down between your legs, rubbing your belly as he wondered when would be the day.

Charles was strength, he embodied it. But he was gentle, delicate. He was benign.

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Closer - Nine Inch Nails

[obsolescent]

Kinktober - Day One

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x GN!Reader

Prompt: Playing with hair

Author’s Note: My first time participating in Kinktober! I’m following a certain list but I’m allowing a randomizer to select the prompt for each day. I’ll compile all these under one list for easy finding, too. I hope you enjoy! Sorry I'm technically posting this on day two, gonna skip some days.

Content Warnings: Reader has longer hair for this one due to the prompt, Cis Leon, no gendered language for reader, blowjob, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praising, sex toys, very sweet, very sensual.

Kinktober Masterlist

The clink of ice hitting the side of Leon’s glass is the only sound that’s heard through the bedroom. Taking a sip of the whiskey, he sighs as his other hand runs through your hair. His fingers move through the strands, lightly tugging along the way. Gathering your hair, he wraps it around his hand before letting it drop. You hum, the sound sending waves of pleasure through him. He lets his head drop against the back of the armchair, moaning softly. 

Your undulating motions against his cock are slow, savoring the way he feels in your mouth, the taste of him. You’re relaxed in between his legs, one of your hands rubbing his thigh while the other is between your own legs, rubbing slow circles against your clit. “S’good to me,” you hear him breathe out, his hand never stopping its journey through your strands, lightly scratching your scalp along the way.

You feel his thighs start the quake under your touch, signifying he’s close. “B-baby, m’close,” he whines. You smile against him, ministrations ceasing. You lean back and take in his tousled look. Soft blond locks sticking to his skin from sweat, shirt unbuttoned and wrinkled, dress pants and briefs down at his ankles. Lidded blue eyes gaze down at you, Leon taking in your own disheveled appearance. Your own shirt unbuttoned, bottoms tossed aside, underwear pulled down to your bent knees, thighs soaked. 

Setting down his glass, he murmurs, “Fuck, you’re stunning.” Now leaning over you, keeping a firm grasp on your hair. He pulls you up by the back of your head into a fervid kiss, tasting himself. He pulls away with a moan, standing up. He discards the rest of his clothing before offering his hand to you, helping you off the carpet. Leading you to the bed, Leon lays down and pulls you on top of him. You settle in place, your core grinding against him, wetting his cock with your slick.

Chest to chest, lips to lips, his hand begins wandering in your hair again, firm grip secure in your locks. There’s no rush, movements drawn out and soft, sounds of pleasure spilling for each of your mouths, both bathing in the glory of each other. Leon’s cock catches on your entrance every so often, almost slipping inside to instead glide over your bud, sending a rush of pleasure through you during each pass. Leon shifts his hips, his cock now prodding at your entrance. There’s slight resistance before it glides in, fully seated on him.

You both moan out simultaneously when he slips inside you, filling you up fully. One hand on your head, the other secured around your lower back. Fingers sinking firmly into your skin, Leon’s thrusts are deep and slow, hips rolling while his grasp keeps you in place. “Feel perfect, made for me,” He whispers in your ear, his maunder starting. Your hand ventures downward, circling yourself once more. Leon hums, “Let me,” his hand on your back leaving to reach over towards the night stand, in a fluid motion grabbing the vibrator and bringing it between your bodies. Turning it on to its lowest setting, he places it, the toy being held in place between you two. You gasp, the soft vibrations mixed with the leisure motions of Leon’s hips slowly building you up to an intense orgasm. 

He feels your pussy beginning to grip him tighter, nearing your end. “Getting close, baby?” He asks, kissing your temple. “P-please, may I cum?” You beg, your thighs quivering. He lets out a breathy chuckle before answering, “So good, asking f’permission. You can cum, honey.” A few more drags of his cock against your walls has you spilling over the brim into rapture. Each push of his dick into your clenching heat creates more of a mess between you, your orgasm prolonged. 

Crying out his name, chanting “Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you grip at his forearms as he continues, eyes rolling back into your head. His own noises picking up, your release sending him careening into his own bliss. Whimpering out your name, he clutches your hair tighter, releasing inside you. You both lay in your shared euphoria, the glow of it warming your skin. He slides out, cum pouring out and dripping onto the bed.

Leon rolls over onto his side, bringing you with him. Grabbing tissues, he wipes up his essence, all the while leaving kisses across your skin. “Absolutely divine,” he whispers against you, running his hands down your body. You beam at him, pushing his hair back and cupping his face. Embracing you, Leon kisses your forehead, not once does his hand leave your hair.

[fatewoven]

cont. / @winterfromtevinter

Tombs serve as elegies; lungs of supplicants dripping with an indecisive ache, filled to the brim with the scent of flowers, poison-sweet and pearlescent as the silence invites meditation during midnight memorials. These are the strongest impressions Emmrich cherishes from his time as a Watcher, of home and tranquility. The simple comfort of familiar rituals to offer a pause in one's life, responsibilities set aside for a brief interlude to wholly accept grief and the ever-present nature of loss. And it fills him with no small amount of distress as their footsteps echo amidst halls once-hallowed, now ransacked. Even the fade-flame candles were snuffed out by the thief, and spirits both familial and opportunistic press against the weakened Veil.

"The brigand is either blood-kin to the Forsythia family, or they are far more educated in matters of crypt-keeping than we initially anticipated." A sour thought to even consider those among the mortalitasi to stoop to such levels, and his frown angles toward worried. Harried, even. Tone reticent, hands weaving the candles back to life, Emmrich continues, "Life cannot exist without death. You might consider these spaces far too opulent for those passed, and frankly, who do not care that their bones rest among riches and offerings... Yet these practices are comfort. A tangible connection between ancestor and descendant to remind us we each once lived, no matter the years passed. Ah, apologies. You need not listen to my maundering with such pressing matters at hand."

Nevertheless, the inquisitive mind flits between multiple avenues of thought as they continue their inspection. "Neve, my dear. I would love nothing more than to hear about your customs afterward. As for your question, it appears recent history will be relevant for the case." He proceeds to explain the ancient feud between the Forsythia clan and the Reindharts, mainly surrounding a claim to a common, famed ancestor — each family claiming the other's crypts are ill-suited to keep the remains. "As one unfamiliar with Nevarran royalty, do you believe it vandalism? Whoever is responsible for the crime will be charged with the same gravity as transgressions between the living, for the venerate remains have specific protection by law." In the end, it's a simple matter of finding a spirit that could be used as witness, though the whole affair leaves his demeanor troubled. "There is a celebration due in two moon's time to venerate one's ancestors and wish for prosperity. Many believe the presence of important dead heighten their chance for success... If this is the reason for the crime, I confess it shines a light on the worst traits in my countrymen." To use the dead for selfish reasons and debase oneself is dreadfully shameful.

[rodolfoparras]

It is alright, I've been attempting to speak more with relatives and such whenever possible. Sometimes I inquire about the proper use of certain words since accent/pronunciation is a big thing.

Blessed be your day to day and safe be your travels wherever they may lead you. Thank you truly, Sir Alec.

I merely maunder;; but yes we should appreciate our surrounding more often. If you're ever saddened or feeling down, clear your mind if possible. Relax and ease yourself of your woes with something you enjoy. Sweet pastries, writing down tidbits of your day/feeling, whatever helps you feel better and lifts your spirits.

You are most welcome, Sir Alec. Do take care and hydrate yourself, eat plenty of foods and rest well throughout the day; getting sick is never fun.

-Гора (your kindness leaves me feeling flustered but thank you for responding to my mindless rambling, it certainly brightens my day. So thank you, Sir Alec.)

I hope you see lots of improvement soon sugar bee!!

You are so sweet sugar bee genuinely wish I could hug you thank you so much for you sweet words and you have a safe and lovely day too!

I think I’d rather listen to you list of tips and tricks than actually do them because you have such a lovely way at phrasing them! They sound so elegant but are so simple to do!

Sugar you are way too sweet pls feel more than free to ramble to me I’ll happily listen to you and I’m glad i can bring you a bit of joy just like you bring me!!

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

7th Dimension (Chapter 7.9)

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.8

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD VERSION (LINK)  (I am entirely ahead on this site now. 7th Dimension on Wattpad has now accumulated more than 10 chapters even before I published this one tonight. There are minimal scenes back in the previous chapters which has been altered there, so sorry about to those who only read my updates through Tumblr because there might be some differences in Satoru’s characteristics which has been changed on Wattpad already, yet y'all are bound to read the altercations in further chapters. Heehee.)

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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (End of Chapter 7. Part 10) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive. Additional Summary for this chapter: All good things come to an end. Yet, the days hereafter might hold something more for both. One which consisted of utter perplexity, interest and mirth rather than today. 

Warnings: Somehow kinda soft Satoru? I mean, you'll understand why. Tiny-Chan is being sweet through words? It's subtle though. This ain't fully candy-sweet yet and I'm terribly waiting for the moment they would be. (T_T) Just the word Damn? | Just imagine the bandage scene gifs included here are the ones he currently has. Not the ones he had via JJK0, alright? Basically, the black ones that he has right now is what he really have with Tiny-chan.

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THE SUNBEAM OF THE AFTERNOON SCINTILLATED THROUGH YOUR SKINS; the warm heat of the sun looming over you and Satoru, at odds with the brisk breeze as you crossed the threshold within the boundaries of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

It was a maunder through the pavements, mosey on up back to where you were guaranteed to be headed. Back at Satoru's sleeping quarters heisted for the meantime. This seemed like a thorough dawdle with the white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer. Worth to be painted a word picture of a leisure walk as if you weren't aware that Satoru was not entirely damned late enough for whatever meeting or assembly he had.

Needless to say, the latter did not give a damn or two on it at all; the negligence he had with time involve. You've eventually adhered to the necessity of his wanted presence, considering the idea that he was of paramount importance with the denomination he had been gloating, one worth to be printed as a front page headline of the newspaper like Spiderman has finally revealed his face to the world.

The Strongest. Two words. Twelve letters. It wasn't difficult to comprehend yet the description felt like the panjandrum of the century. Was he really the only one in his world? Did he not have a partner for help then or rather another person who was worth to be entitled as the second?

Satoru was ensured to be chastised that his dilatory punctuality had involved to be taken by an irrelevant woman in their world who'd just needed to be chaperoned out for shopping.

Everything had been equanimous walking through the borderline hills towards the institute; the quietude for Satoru's congenial company unusual to his incessant badinages sent here and there. This chop and change regarding with his behavior making you chew-over that he was reflecting over his own thoughts for whatever concerns or matters he was dwelling about. 

You knew you were on the sly upon giving him inquisitive ganders, sneaking glimpses walking alongside of him. Your face partially hidden behind the top portion of your Neko soft toy, over-scrutinizing this whole comforting tranquility that has been settled between you both when in fact, Satoru has been experiencing that zany, homely atmosphere again. The restful lull enwreath with amenity when he has held you in his arms back at that time during the Hatagaya incident for which always has him in a woolly thinking.

"Got somethin' to say, Tiny-Chan?" Satoru divulged to your incessant, sly glimpses. He spouted upon a question out of the blue, nipping in the bud of the silence that was starting to grow familiar as the clock ticked by. An over free sense that he'd ruminated for a time being; for a cordial tranquility he had not asked for; a sensibility that always leaves him feeling strange. 

"Huh? What do you mean, Satoru?" you've blurted out of the blue, partially lost in your own faraway land for a second or two, dubious that he was actually and entirely aware that you were sneaking in glimpses when he wasn't even looking at all.

"You seem like you have somethin' in mind, though." he bluntly put it that way, shrugging to himself before he pressed on with his candidness, "---unless, you're keepin' them to yourself? You do know you're bound to spit those secrecy of yours when I'm with you until you're aggravated enough to pull all of my hairs out. I'm not one to heap praise on any lie when it comes to you," pause. "---To put it simply, you're actually just beginning to stare a lot. Heh."

The white-haired sorcerer fiddled along the contents of his pockets. One hand aimlessly shoved inside as he gave a minimal smile that you've briefly laid your eyes upon. The other grasping along the handles of all your tremendous amount of paper bags that he surprisingly held for you. His focal point just straight ahead. 

With a scratch to the head, caught in an disoriented phase that came with a stutter from his frank mouth, "Ah---Eh---Hm, was I? Uh---" Peering up at him from the sides, the glint in your eyes irreproachable. A school of thought that calls into question for how their abilities functioned at all. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer hummed in return to acknowledge you. His subtle genial smile relentless as he was anticipating your intriguing questions about Jujutsu every now and then during the day spent with him. 

To be honest, Satoru subtly hoped it wasn't one he'd experienced prior to when he felt strangely awkward. A weird fortuity he'd never been familiarized in because he was Satoru Gojo. He was a man; a shameless one to be exact. Yet, you have made him feel rather fiddly not long ago.

"---If you could actually teleport by the way, then why didn't we just---well, since you're late to whatever it is you're needed to go to..." You've consciously trailed off, thoughts going nowhere and not knowing if you were making sense, testing the waters upon a subject that has been outlandish when it would be engaged in a conversation back in your rightful dimension. One ought for humanity to interpret as if you were of cuckoo. 

To Satoru's world, it was simply a conventional, homespun scenario. 

"Ah, Spatial Manipulation, you say?" Gojo uttered as a matter of fact. The pitter-patters of his footfall appeasing to the rhythmic thrums of your heartbeat once you've apathetically responded. Pitch all wordly-wise for him to smirk on to.

"I've said what I said. Teleporting. It kinda' has the same function."

"To your sporadic brain and non-sorcerer perspective, it might be called teleporting. But, to us, Jujutsu Sorcerer's, it's Spatial Manipulation." his tone was jovial as he stood corrected, dancing along his words to your mullish prudence.

"Whatever you say then."

The latter gave a second through his brief deliberation, not wanting you to see that the question has caught him off guard. Your query being asked also to himself, yet he kept his cynicisms to his own, "Hm, First off, you wanted to take the train." he vaguely and quickly responded without any second thoughts. Before you could've opened your mouth to speak, he raced you off to your canny objections, "---Well, I assumed you were."

"But, you could've saved time?" Hugging the stuff toy closer to you. A knot upon your brows formed with your lower lip jutted out in a pout, mulling over the thought.

"Yet, isn't that what you wanted? To take the train?"

Satoru lightheartedly pressed on, repeating his latter sentence. It was giving off the impression that he was obstinate over his own opinions and was telling himself that and not to you. Thus, which held the furrow along your brows rather much tighter. Gojo appeared to be stressing on the idea or was probably just playing with you that he had to think you could also be one to blame for his intentional irresponsibility that he has welcomed to his harum-scarum ways.

You've reached a hand to scratch your nape, wondering why he was keeping the notion as a close-minded opinion, "I didn't actually say that---you know what? You're having a habit on putting words in my mouth. You just assumed I was because I haven't been to Japan. Ever."

"Ah, really now?" he sounded ingenuine as he asked, seeming to be feigning the skepticism and satirical sense of humor dancing through his words, "---weren't you actually skipping and mentally screeching like a child once you've seen the train?"

He's very much aware of his surroundings. Too mindful. Your mouth was kept shut as the words echoed in your brain. The subtle scrunch of your nose overflowing with aggravation for being culpable to Satoru's insane insights of his surroundings. Definitely, an ability you were starting to be suspicious of unless he was just utterly sensitive to the happenings that encompassed around him. All images were being reminisced to that particular moment where you were rooted to the spot from the Pokemon characters painted and printed along the interior layers of the train you've boarded in with him. 

"They've designed Jigglypuff, Skitty and Togepi well." you murmured rather softly, an admittance that wasn't meant to be heard as your mouth and words were muffled. 

Satoru couldn't help the smirtle that has been drawn to his face. All the while, his pitch was astute when he voiced out a quip, "Ah. That was an expected line from you. You're fond of another fluffy little thing." he'd began to pull on your leg, repossessing the prevalent jocularity he was having with you prior to the day rather than the easement that leaves him otherwordly unsettled. 

"---Let me raise you a fact, Tiny-Chan. Digimon's so much better." 

You've blinked to yourself upon hearing that come from him, slipping on a hop to your own place when you've taken a pause, delaying alongside Satoru who'd expressed his resonating curiosities, figuring out that the tiny, foreign woman he's with has briefly bounced on the soles of her feet, enfolding the Neko Stuff toy closer to you like you were starting to engage in a battle, "Excuse me---Is this another debate, you want?" 

Satoru blinked behind his Stygian sunglasses, pausing midway upon his drift away; his satirizing beams faltering before it grew into a wide, toothy grin that you've grown accustomed during the time being, "Hehe. Ting! Ting! Ting!" he pointed his fingers up above in steady counts to eulogize through your anticipations for his behaviors you've started to verse in, "---You got that correct! Hate to break this to ya' but I'm not backing down on this one. You're in for a verbal debate with the strongest!"

You've given him a grimace that has been purely frolicsome to begin with for his jocose altercations which always ends up in prolix piffles, "Eh! But, you never really do back down on our verbal debates anyway nor do you accept defeat! It's always an endless round!"

Tokyo Jujutsu High's ambiance was as hushed as it ever was. Satoru was roaring with laughter at his own childish witticisms that ensued to your own flounders. It was an interminable hooey that contradicted to your contretemps as you've both wandered further deep into Tokyo Jujutsu High. Footsteps going pit-a-pat as it lightly tapped along the nicely bricked built pavements. 

The cluster of your planned malarkeys were set to a stop. Your attentiveness stowed upon Satoru's fingers that kept tinkering inside his pocket as he was dragging on with his balderdash, not having the faintest that you were letting him win on this one. Well, he always insisted and have been stubborn to withhold his verbal triumphs. 

Once you were both situated under a tall, big, Japanese maple tree---being shut out by the heat of sunlight. Satoru had dug out his blindfolds from his pocket. The soft, Stygian fabric wafting through the borial breath of wind that drifted in definite directions, sheltered by the shade cloaking you from its shadows as you were both only a few meters away from the center of the wide-ranging institute. 

It was finally time-out.

"Satoru?~" you've accepted the paper bags in his hand when he'd outreached them out for you to take and finally give them all, lately fathoming how it was a plethora of his gratuity being given until they were all handled. Unbeknownst to you, the timbre lulling along the mere call of his name sounded utterly pulpous and benevolent. Unreasonably benign for Satoru to even give chaff to. All of a sudden, the flurry of air have been thawed for no reason; a reason that Satoru have been depriving himself upon perception. 

The white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer felt the warm gust swallow him whole, kept inside the arcane notation he was having. An intonation he somehow found...saccharine. He haven't realized that he'd match up with your own pitch and eventually used the one that also made your toes sweaty and soles jittery, reciprocating what was being given as you've also felt the same way. 

"Yes, Tiny-Chan?~"

"You're putting the blindfolds back on now?" Thoroughly filled with artless curiosity, you've cocked your head to the sides, still wondering why the Sensei have been switching them from time to time and not having an ounce of knowledge regarding about the reason behind it; when he wears it or when he doesn't and why he wears it as well. 

This day had not been enough to read him through. Satoru Gojo is still an enigma; a paradox you've got yet to discover, a riddle you've needed to cudgel your brains out for this one. His background history entirely a closed-book needed to find the key to somewhere stowed away out there for you to hunt for.

Little did you know, it was also the same for you as for Satoru's perspective over the whole thing because your existence was one of the most difficult conundrums for the strongest. 

You were standing before him, utmost intrigued. Your childlike curiosity, a guileless flicker and dazzle within your eyes that surrounded you when you were gazing upon his face. Satoru knew you were engrossed over his presence. Though, he was oblivious to that heart beating within you. It skipped tethering, deafening beats when he'd sweep his sunglasses off his face in a slipshod manner. 

He'd blinded you with his beauty, rendering sightless for your surroundings and only to him, alone. Being immersed by the firmament he'd provided. The welkin you've started to traipse upon when you've fully had another chance of seeing the entirety of his face, without anything hindering Satoru's sight. 

It always leaves you in a magical reverie. How one can look utterly heavenly for a person to exist. He probably wasn't real. No man could be of paradise. You've rapidly blinked, packing up the daydream he has been pig-ignorant of---or he knew how the sum of his unhindered face alone could affect you in every way when you've gotten a gist of his wide, grin when you were distracted by appreciating Gojo Satoru in the flesh as he continued to yap. His hand holding onto his sunglasses while the other was his blindfolds. 

"Yep! I'm meeting with Principal Yaga and that old man anyways," he extolled with a shortened pause, perceiving a figure meters away without even bothering to turn his head to. It was beyond one for a normal person to know anyway who'd not been gifted by the six-eyes. Hence, this figure was Megumi Fushiguro, his first-year student based from his extrasensory perceptions. Satoru was having the best standpoint because there was no blockades over his sight now. "---I doubt they'll be asking about you yet because I made your presence utterly discrete for them to notice. Aren't I the best?" he yammered on, his succeeding sentences fading away in a whispered self-thought, "---Unless, Ijichi began to fink out in just a matter of hours..."

"Your eyes---," you've started off, mind in a state of stupefaction but also conscious of the veridicality that was guaranteed to slip through the tip of your tongue, the euphoria of your day fueling your heart into spouting reckless honesty that pledges to the confidence being consumed. 

Satoru was sharp-witted to cut you off with his witty, pompous remark. His grin growing wider like a Cheshire cat, "---are pretty. I know. There's no need for you to say it out loud. You should at least, humble me a little."

You've blinked another, shunning off to his haughtiness with absolute innocence that enveloped around you. A guileless spirit that girdled the emanations of this abrupt personality or response he'd created out of you from his unanticipated parade of his heavenly bare face.

"I wouldn't call it that way. It's pretty-basic. Hm. They're...a pair of spellbinding paradise, Satoru." A moment of pause. You've taken a calming breath out of your nose, smiling the brightest as you've dragged on. The end of your sentence being hummed while you've mused, thinking of better terms to get what was needed to be uttered out of nowhere, definitions that was certainly taken out of the dictionary to create a better meaning of the word 'beautiful'. 

"---Definitely too good to be true. If I could honestly assess them,"

Thus, the verity over your words---how you've run your mouth off for him, your reckless and impulsive honesty was a curse he would want to eradicate.

This felt more of a special grade malison or hoodoo than all those he had ever fought. 

"---I'm claiming it to be of stellar."

Blithesome whispered in the breeze. Satoru's white, luscious locks rippling through the zephyrs. His reticence imbibing the mellowness of the atmosphere; his taciturnity tumultuous for you to analyze on. A stifled smile forming the ends of your lips as you've went on with your candor. 

All words were put to a stop from your staggering speech with Satoru placing his sunglasses back inside his pockets. His own Sable blindfolds halting mid-way across his vision when you had to peek to the side, admiring how he was entirely a beauty created by the heavens. The genuineness unconfined from the glint in your eyes that the strongest had given a glimpse to, gaping through it all as if he was at a loss for words for the first time in forever. 

I know. It's the prettiest; basically the most beautiful out of all anyways. His dormant thoughts filled the empty ravines, ringing in nothing but hushed echoes that couldn't be uttered out of his boisterous mouth. 

That was what he wanted to say; that was what Satoru Gojo needed and supposed to proclaim out loud and not this shushed state he was currently in. 

Satoru couldn't get a grip on what he wanted to say as if his tongue has been cut-off all of a sudden. He couldn't believe it nor did he wanted to acknowledge or accept it that he couldn't retaliate from the words that left your mouth for the first time in his life; for the first damned moment in his life did he become soft---bashful over a cracker-barrel wisdom commented by a mere woman. This unidentified non-sorcerer who'd existed out of the blue during the heaps of calamity through the issues of the Jujutsu Society. 

A woman; one that was bound to experience such demise if she was not protected. 

Satoru blinked before you, caught in the wrong foot for hearing your sheer frankness that has possessed you in such a surprising time. His blindfolds already halfway through when he'd suddenly felt a rush of warmth spread across his face, one that comported himself into expressing a gape as he was concentrated over the fabric that drifted and went along with the breeze of the atmosphere out in Tokyo Jujutsu High. An annoying warmth that he wanted to slap himself on the face because it left him in a fit of pique, breaking from his tough masquerade and unveiling the empathetic sensitivity that begun to froth.

Damn it.

"Just wanna be frank this once since it'll serve as my gracious payment for today. An eye for an eye. Or must I say..." you've begun to trail off, getting a glimpse of the strongest appearing to be taken aback. Such an unforeseen position you've recognized him to be in. The utmost opposite of his usual demeanor that you had the opportunity to see; a remarkable occasion that nobody---no one had ever seen which emanated a warm beam that has spread across your face, summery than the sun can ever be.

"---An honest feedback for an honest feedback. Heehee! Enjoy those Ice Cream Mochis I made just for you, Satoru!" 

A stifled giggle went straight passed your lips with Satoru stopping on his tracks and actions. Gathering all the paper bags on one hand with your giant Neko stuff toy in the other, you've taken one bounce in place, exerting effort and a succeeding audible huff before turning upon the heels of your feet, evacuating from Satoru's presence when the cognizance of your own actions begun to thwack you in the face. 

"---Bye-bye!" you immediately exclaimed your regards, knowing well now where his dormitory was and what building it is within the institute. Though, the locations you were only habituated of had been his room, the kitchen and what particular classroom does he teaches with his students. Other than that, the institute was still a whole mystery for how far-reaching it felt like it was. 

All your hands were full and it was hilarious for anyone to see. You've hugged all the gifts and prizes to yourself, briskly walking away with a suppressing giggle when you haven't heard a word from Satoru nor did he have the short time to respond. Before you could actually say knife, you had already turned your heels in the midst of darting away from the whammy he was in. 

Much to both of your stupefied predicaments, Satoru kept track upon your sprint. Mouth still bizarrely zipped. His stellar eyes stuck on you alone. A gesture that have been an essential nature he'd hardly regarded until this exact moment where the heat felt too palpable to restrain from, a harrowing concern that leaves him overwrought, "---Oh, take care and be safe! Thank you so much for today!"

Take care. Be safe. Thank you so much.

Satoru Gojo felt the heat rise to his face, further and further through chasmic gaps. Free-flowing towards chasms he never expected to. Parts of his face that weren't meant to take a tour. Last time he'd checked as he bore in mind, the Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer hadn't remembered a time nor a split second where he had heard such compassion, genuine care and appreciation which fostered him during a day as if he was meant to be treasured, someone who was human and not as some weapon or armament to be used to.

The man never did remember. He tried to summoned up all moments but ended up reminiscing on nothing other than the care he'd accumulated from both of his closest friends who knew him better from the bottom of his heart. 

Because being the strongest meant he had everything worked out; being the invincible meant that he was to be regardful of everything to the point of nursing for himself, mindful that no matter how many allies you've got, if a Jujutsu Sorcerer dies then he or she dies alone. It was an inevitable chore from the day he was born to his world to claim the supremacy of what his real abilities hold for him. How his birth played a vital role in the evolution of the Jujutsu Society. 

Hence, hearing the tenderhearted words chanted out of your mouth in the most genuine timbre he'd heard has set him off in an unfamiliar demeanor he never expected. 

"Eh? T-Tiny-Chan! Come back! I still have something to say!" 

Satoru heard himself well and clear. Did he just stammer a little over your sudden flowery truth? Those paltry adulations that has been unlooked for, igniting a prompting speech impediment over him when it wasn't meant to happen anyways. 

"Your chatters are endless! There's never a time you've got nothing to say!"

That's not true. He'd heard his innermost thoughts reiterated for himself, taking all the exuberance you were offering and the existent portrait you were welcoming him with. He'd become aware and caught sight over that faint wave of your hand that settled around Neko-San, apparently its giant size were burdensome enough to flaunt the simplest gestures because of the plethora of gifts equipped within the bundle of your arms. 

"---Stop being lazy and go where ever it is you're needed to be. Bye!"

As expected, Fushiguro was in repose as he divagated within the expanse of the institution. The inheritor of the Ten Shadows Technique had an apathetic expression on his face when you've passed by him, eyeing everything what you were holding to yourself. He hadn't been given the opportunity to see your face nor did he see that you were peeking through the arm of your soft toy when you acknowledged his presence.

"Sea-Urchin!---I mean, Hi, Megumi!" 

Megumi scrutinized your form through his thick eyelashes, giving a second of incertitude before he responded with a stolic tonality of his voice, giving you a slight bow of recognition once he ceased from his deliberate wanders. Even through a distance, he was aware that you were with Gojo. Obviously. The black-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer witnessing those melodious giggle he subtly heard from a distance. The tiny hops with every step you've taken as you've drifted away from his Sensei who hollered out loud for you to come back, making the first-year student critically assess what was happening. 

"Eigo-San." Fushiguro apathetically regarded, continuously straight-faced. 

Once you were far enough, your figure miniscule to be detected from the position that they were in. He'd approached Gojo, assessing through the glance he'd given to his Sensei who was aimlessly fondling with his Stygian blindfold grazing around the tips of his fingers, not knowing what his expressions was as it was apathetic nor indistinguishable. The teacher's countenance inscrutable, giving little away. 

Satoru knew Megumi was around the corner and had to at least grab a hold of himself after that abrupt honesty you have given him. 

"Gojo-Sensei," Fushiguro acknowledged the teacher. Satoru's bare face par for the course of Megumi's anticipations because the first year knew already how he looked like with or without the blindfolds on unlike the previous first years---who were now second years---had no idea prior to that particular day on how Gojo appeared to look like without it when he managed to blow the gaff over the eyes he masked. 

"Oh, Megumi!" Satoru stated with a smile plastered on his face, warm and cordial for his student. He'd veiled his previous pneuma deftly. He cloaked in the frontage he usually had with his students. He'd begun to tie his blindfolds back, wringing a hand through the fluff of his locks with the spaces of his fingers, going over his forehead and through his hair being arranged in barbs with the undercut shown against the nape of his neck as he did so.

"Did you enjoy the day with Eigo-San?"

The lids of Gojo's eyes began to nictate through the fabric that concealed his eyes. Megumi's precipitated query making him wonder why he was being asked by a question that was obviously out of the box to begin with from the juvenile who was always outwardly stoic and calculating. 

"Huh? What's with the sudden question?" he blinked another through the clothing that covered his eyes. Megumi avoided his gaze and also had been like he dwelled from the abrupt question he had given, wondering why he even had to ask. The first- year probably regretted it as well when Gojo abruptly began to poke borak over a mere question that should've been out of his concerns. He grinned from ear to ear, instantly stepping a foot forward to clung an arm around the student's shoulders with a grin.

"---Had you missed me then?!"

"I knew I shouldn't have asked. It's a personal question anyway. Tch." Fushiguro deadpanned and grumbled, scowling to himself and wondering why Gojo ignored the subject, looking as though he was desisting from a simple inquiry that was answerable by a yes or no. At the same time, his first-year student was pulling out all the stops for the tight, lanky arm that clutched around his shoulders, "Oi, Megumi-Kun!" Satoru tauntingly chided, chuckling here and there before his student's lackadaisical honesty made him inquisitive about what he really wanted to say for the second time around.

"I already know the answer, Sensei. That's good to hear. Y-You need to stop wrestling me around now." 

Fushiguro elucidated out of nowhere, huffing out an exasperated breath when Gojo began to tussle him over like a kid and dragged him to anywhere he wanted. Obviously, the black-haired student was opposed to the confining space that his Sensei was giving him. Megumi's face unexpressive nor could he know what he was thinking from his own analytics other than a deepened grimace that Satoru habitually sees every day. 

"The answer to what? I didn't even said anything! Huh?" Gojo ceased the scuffles he was giving to Megumi. The first year peeved to the bones when he'd taken a hand to stressfully scratch along the back of his head, a deep frown of annoyance as he sighed out an audible breath of exasperation once he was out of the Sensei's hold. 

Little did Gojo know, his ears and cheeks had a tint. It emancipated hues of crimson that were a perpetual undertone which he was unheeded for when you've taken your flight before Megumi could even put one's oar to whatever it is you were having with the Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer. Those tinge of warmth that enveloped in mantled shadows no matter how Gojo endeavored the guise he tried to play. 

That particular eccentric, warmth throwing him off, unrecognizable for the emotions he ignored once Megumi have been on sight. He had never been aware of it nor did he perceive that he was experiencing one. Yet, his first year student found it utterly peculiar for such an odd image of his Sensei seeming to be in a flustered state that had to be too good to be true and difficult to process for those who were accustomed to the usual spirits that Satoru provided for them. 

If Megumi was an idiot, he would've blamed the sun that has probably given Gojo that strange flush over his face, the scarlet hues that gathered in trails over his own skin. 

But, he believed he wasn't a halfwit or a simpleton as he claimed how his two friends were. Let alone, including the Sensei's ignorance through it all. 

Hey, it's Tata! We can talk if ya' want or be added in the 7th Dimension taglist~ Just send an ask if ya' want to! Stay hydrated all the time and I hope you're having a great day ahead!

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[bobtheacorn]

WIP progress tag game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

*LAUGHS IN PAIN* Since I have over 300 WIPS across multiple fandoms, I’ll only tag the ones I am like Actively Picking at in some capacity, otherwise we will be here for an eternity and a half! TY @just-another-dreamerr for the tag! FYI this is why I don’t get Shit done half the time…. It’s the ADHD alright! Judgement-free zone! Lmao

RISE TMNT

alleviate the symptoms

APRITELLO WEEK WADDUP

august moonrise

brumation _ apritello qpr

there is light _ bad timeline future!leo

witches hold grudges apparently

03 _ rainy day _ grave visit

04 _ Usagi bonds w Leo’s brothers

05 _ potentially messy

06 _ everything always comes out in the wash

_ baby blue n purple rain shenanigans misc

_ creatures of habit

_ the sharp, sweet taste

_ i go there with you misc

LUCA

_ the Tyrrhenian Sea

_ pyrenees

summer 64 _ colors and constellations

summer 64 _ a sky full of stars

VLD / KLANCE

Keith/Allura/Lance platonic survivor fic

arrows shot into the horizon

DEMON SLAYER

little tempers to quell and small hands to hold

ATLA

moon-touched

platonic fake dating zukka

TAZ BALANCE

every soul accounted for

THE HOBBIT / TOLKIEN

Erebor; the Journey home; and After

more fair than mortal tongue can tell

ONE PIECE

_ post wano lawlu

consequences

i recall a SMILE _ film red

the one where Law is dying and Luffy tries to same him anyway

wild with younger hearts

twists unpleasantly

Usopp values discretion. and his life

ORIGINAL STUFF

an unreachable ocean of light

It takes 67 hours to drive from Tennessee to Alaska. Ask me how I know

if there isn’t a wedding or a funeral then it just isn’t southern

space romance odyssey

what to do with the body _ sci-fi misc

the witch au which is not an au

dragons and lesbians

to maunder

APHELANDRA

shadows taller than our souls

I do Not have the energy to tag this many ppl sorry for being lame but my phone is being a nightmare rn and posting it is all I can do Lmao. I know I got moots that write also so if u see this do it!! MWA!!

[spider-haven444]

Infestissumam Review Blog!! (a simple one at that)

Hi there! im Spider_Haven, and I am here to talk about my favorite album! Today, i am here to talk about Ghost's Infestisumam. (mixed by Nick Rasculinecs, ) (Preformed by Papa Emertius II and a group of Nameless Ghouls) Can we just rave about how amazing, this album is? I cannot be more ecstatic to talk about it. We begin with the beautifully haunting TRACK, Infestisumam The beginning of the songs vocals that just lead to the powerful instrumental, and guitar it is just so moving. As if one into battle. i enjoy how it goes into our next beloved track... Per Aspera An Inferi.. the way it feels when listening to it, is amazingly trippy. I simply implore the 60s trippy, and renaissance vibes i feel on this track... let Alone the whole album! it feels so strong with its sounds, and filled with stride! Truly a classic. Secular Haze, also featured on If You Have Ghost, has a dark, carnival, and evil feel. Definitely one to remember, with the beginning lyrics. One can faithfully say, that papa can beyond any doubt, can summon the fog weaver. Now, another classic. Jigolo Har Megiddo. Now, this song without fail, is catchy. One simply can feel the atmosphere fill with vile delight, as we here Papa sing, in the most pacifying way, sing so seductively. Like many of Ghosts songs, this also sounds bewildering.. Now to talk about an paradigmatic song in my opinion.. Ghuleh/Zombie Queen. I am one to believe, that many Ghost fans, can agree how beautiful this entire track is. It is so somber, and sweet sounding in the beginning. I have confidence to say, hearing this for the first time when i first got into Ghost, it was utterly breath talking, how it transitioned to such a dominate piece such as Zombie Queen. Year Zero, is one i think many fans like to hear.. How striking it begins with the vocals, (i enjoy the vocals in Ghost, they truly are mesmerizing!!!! I will more then likely, always maunder about how much i enjoy hearing them, and Papa sing.. The way it ends with such a somber, somewhat nostalgic renaissance feel... Hail Satan! For Body and Blood, i can not rave more over how groovy this song is, and just makes me want to dance!! Totally, a song to remember, and one to get down dirty with.. Idolatrine, is also a favorite of mine on this album. How can it not? it is catchy, and all i can think of the terrific evil vibes i get from it! I could listen to it all day if I could. Don't look into the Depth of Satans Eyes.. for you truly will be entranced by this track! It is a wonderful depiction of Classic Sixties music, and the keyboard in it is absolutely wild! I cannot get over it. Can you hear, the Monstrance Clock? I do! A wonderful way to end such a great Album, when i first heard this song, i couldn't get enough. the way Papa sings is absolutely soul stirring... The way he performs it, is one to hear in awe! the way it pauses before 'As the parish sighs in smoke Enters lady, revealed of cloak To the haunting sound of the monstrance clock Singing' is so heart stopping... ' How thrilling!!!

Now we move onto Our hidden tracks, if you have the Cd Deluxe! But you can also find the tracks online, so don't worry if you don't have the deluxe album! :) La Montra Mori.. Such a spooky, yet beautiful song. it is one to entice! Or just lure you into that beautiful sound, and peaceful feeling it brings.. This is one of my few, top songs on this album for sure. Now,, of Course how can we forget??? For all... Papa is just a little marionette.. Im a Marionette, also featured on the If you Have Ghost album, is so moving.. and melancholy. One that could be soothing to some! It i would say, is also one that many fans can enjoy.

[kuraikyu]

'Have you shown me enough?'

'' No, " voice gradely deepening in spirit at sweep, still maundering venom at tip of fang against pink tint, convinced if he'll press hard enough ivory might bleed sugar sweeter than lush instead of residual copper, " I hardly even started. ''

Compounds in skin sprung memories circulating further and buzzing in thumping veins, familiar brewing swarming hot under ribcage down the belly like a knife piercing flesh easily in cloak's stead, joints flinching, static currents divulge mouthful whys and wherefores drunk on intensities, determined to chew off his safety mask of glee as if it was as easy as offering kiseru. Consoled perception could sate regular hunger but not this when claws inside needed to savor connection tonight.

In closer pull that made him pleasantly dizzy or maybe look Satoru gave him made him a bit crazier, Geto could spun around in mirth of rejoice but he was content with his comfort settlement among his arms that momentarily allowed him to release his bottom lip, ushering what paved the way for a room to maneuver and feeling hands wandering in pursue of sensation of being comfortable by muscle cordiality through layers of tradition.

'' If I'm not mistaken -- there was something in your mouth just now, '' he briefly commented at Satoru's incomprehensible mutters that would not escape his notice, '' I want it out. '' Those invisible words and vinces, whatever it was. Serpentine arms rise to mould around his shoulders, cool nose pressing somewhere under the jawline, leaving neck stricken by the caress of his warm breath and whispers of sweet nothings. 'your madness and impudence your pain and pleasure your joy and sorrow the salt of your tears the melody of your laughs the trembles of your legs on my shoulders ... I want all of it.

No is allowed to touch you like I do. No is allowed to [ ... ] you like I do. You are mine, and no one else's.' " I'm a complex man refined by greedy temper and obsession, it's dangerous to engage with me in conversations like that. But what about you, Satoru. Do you think you're prepared enough to handle my lessons? Because I would like to know what kind of vices you dive in darkest hours of your yearning when no one is looking ... " The serpent finds another target to nip and mark at to unleash the essence of dark romance, greedy and possessive in its rawness, mad and untangled in its splendor for only the strongest are worthy of his love, so maybe later he'll be merciful enough to kiss him properly.

Show, don't tell. So he allows for Suguru to catch him, pull him close, entangle him in this web, in a barely perceptible war of give and take, now only really indulged in the touch of lips, the pull of teeth, parsings and perceptions all aligned in feverish attention to just watch for whatever this whole little purposeful play was truly worth, now all but repaying the 'kindness' that truly was one with the smile carved into the point of his lips. The way his tongue would sweep over bottom lip, taste whatever there had been left behind. 

Was always like him to talk more than he needed, and proclaim more than he had to, but wasn't that the same with Satoru? Teasing, testing, taunting, hands soon wander and brush against the folds of his Kesa, pushing enough against the fabrich till he could wrap arms around the Cultist's waist. Could pull him against him, murmuring sounds that make no sense rising from his mouth that gives no indication of what he would want to proclaim. Hooded gaze, chuckle to accompany it. Could always take off that garment discardable, annoying. Not now, perhaps enough time to want to behave now there had been something given. 

" Have you shown me enough? " Greedy, eating up more of each other than they should, always clamouring to experience satiation far beyond their means and possibilities - or something like that, when only with each other they could have their fill. He feels not kissed enough, flush against as he was right now. " Come on, explain to me what you mean with your idealised sentiment of our entanglement. "

[pink-nasa]

My thoughts on Catherine are.... complicated. On one hand I adore the game, it's aesthetics, it's story and characters. On the other, its handling of gnc and transgender characters is,, funky.

I kinda wish that they'd added two new routes, that way Vincent COULD both end up as MLM or fall in love with a transwoman whose given respect. Maybe Qatherine could've been a confirmed transwoman, and we could also have Rin who presents totally as male so we wouldn't get tr@p jokes?

I think that a story where it's between Qatherine, a transwoman with amnesia would loves and doesn't put any pressure on Vincent to become someone or something he's not vs Katherine, a stable, strong, orderly and traditional relationship vs Catherine, a free spirited, chaotic, off the rails romance vs Rin a new and freeing person who helps Vincent throughout the other romances while also falling in love with him, and Vincent realizing that he's bi/pan/whatever and ending up with him. I feel like that could've been more compelling, while also being more Queer friendly.

I love this game, I just don't agree with some of its narrative sometimes :/

[chromaenthusiast]

If Macbeth was published today Macbeth would be a Tumblr Sexman. People would call him blorbo and babygirl and their problematic fave. I can see it.

[brainbashin]

Merry Christmas!!! or if you dont celebrate it, happy holidays !!! did you get any gifts? I hope so! btw i love the aestethic of your blog, its relaxing to my tired eyes, black n red its a good match! ✨

oh my goodness, thank you so much!! happy holidays to you as well, my dear anonymous. i got some money, so that’s pretty lovely. i hope you got gifts yourself.

also thank you very much, i am glad you think so!! you are very sweet. i tried to keep it dark because it’s best for when all the lights are off lol.

[terraclae]

I love taking a migraine nap and waking up to good updates but also the only thing that really first registered was “give your dragons a broadcast message”