#they make it out to be such a drag and such an obligation

[prentisslover0812]

rewards ; agatha harkness

warnings : dom!agatha, sub!reader, innocent!reader, pet names, enchanted strap, cock warming (super brief), nipple play, blow job, mommy kink, slight pain kink, praise kink, inappropriate use of magic, age gap, slight overstimulation, size kink, dacryphilia (mild), bulging, slight degradation, accidental seduction, etc.

The rain was falling lightly in the night, trees rustling with the wind, the cold coming in waves. The clicking sounds of a keyboard echoed in the house, steady and melodic, stopping for the occasional sip of tea. Agatha sits on the dining table, darkness surrounding her aside from a soft light above her.

She’d been working all day long — and she had started typing away from the moment she arrived home. You, as always, never complained. You brought her meals, the occasional snack, and a tea whenever she began to appear far too stressed for your liking.

But you wanted her to come to bed. You wanted to nuzzle against her, feel her body heat, smell her scent. You wanted to hear her steady heartbeat beneath your ear, the way her lungs expanded with each breath.

“Aggie?” Your voice flows through the air, entering your lover’s ears. You watch her glance up at you, peeking over her glasses as you bit your lip nervously.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Agatha replies gently, glancing at the time. She removes her glasses and sets them aside, eyes wandering over your body, unabashed. She knew you were too innocent to realize the effects of your outfit — she knew you just wanted to be comfortable.

Your body is clad in one of your soft, more snug shirts. It’s red — and the chilly air makes it obvious that you were lacking underwear, as usual. You wore a pair of black shorts, hanging loosely around your waist, threatening to dip too low at any given moment. She could see your defined v-line — your flat stomach before looking up at your chest, firm and round and plump.

“Are you coming to bed soon?” You murmur gently, leaning against the door frame. Your hair was fluffy and messy, framing your face. Your eyes, doe and tired, watched her expectantly, swimming with a hint of diffidence. Agatha lifts her finger and motions for you to come to her, moving her chair away.

You oblige quickly, quiet and immediate. When her finger points downwards, eyes still on her screen, you sink to your knees, hands landing on her thighs as you look up at her, pretty and doe-eyed. Her lips stretch into a smile, fingers gently pinching your chin as she looks down at you.

“You think you can come in here lookin’ like that, angel?” Agatha murmured, ignoring your previous question. Your doe eyes shimmer with confusion, tilting your head to the side curiously.

“Like what?” Her eyes burn with desire.

“Oh, bunny,” She sighed condescendingly. “This pretty head of yours is so silly sometimes — can’t even understand the simplest things, huh? So dumb, and so innocent, and all mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” You flush as she cups your cheek, nuzzling into her touch. “M’yours, Aggie.”

“Try again, little one,” She smiled, gripping your chin dangerously. Her eyes shone with a silent warning.

“I — I’m yours, mommy,” You answer, swallowing.

“Good girl,” She cooed. “Now, mommy still has some work to do, but I’ll let my bunny spend some time here. Would that make you happy, pretty girl?”

You nod quickly, “Mhm. Yes, please.”

Satisfied, Agatha hummed, placing down her pen. Your eyes were glued to her hands as they slowly undid her belt, making you swallow thickly. You kissed the button of her jeans before she undid them slowly, capturing the zipper and dragging it down soon after.

Her hand dips into her boxers, pulling out the dark purple dildo that she had made you become acquainted with. You glance up at her when she grabs your hair, making you lick your lips and part your mouth obediently, laying your hands on her inner thighs as she slowly slips the strap into your mouth.

She breathes out, letting her head loll back a bit. Your eyes are glued to the way her chest rises and falls slowly, though deeply. Slowly, like she had been teaching you, you sunk the strap deeper, making your throat expand slightly with the intrusion. Agatha lifts her head, mouth parted as she panted, watching your throat.

“Good girl,” She breathed. “Oh, such a good girl.”

Her hand tightens in your hair, forcing you to bob up and down onto the strap. She’s panting, moans coming close to whines as she uses your throat. Your hand comes up and wraps around your throat, squeezing. She jolted with a loud moan, watching you with wide eyes.

Tears stung in your eyes as you held back your gag reflex, tightening your grip around your throat. She moans loudly again, and you can faintly see her legs shaking. Your hands return to her thighs, bobbing your head up and down. Her legs are squeezing you, fingers digging into the back of your head.

“This fucking mouth,” She breathes shakily, thrusting her hips. Tears stream down your cheeks as she fucks into your throat mercilessly, hands gripping the sides of your head as she chased her own high. When she felt it coming, she pushed your head closer to her, groaning gutturally as she forced your nose to nuzzle into her pelvis.

Her eyes rolled back, legs tensing around you, keeping you in place as they shook. You could feel her release shooting directly into your throat, streaming down without stopping. She leaned forward, hand still tight on your hair, and moaned loudly, gasping. Finally, she pulled you off the strap, making you splutter and cough for air.

Your lungs were burning and your jaw was sore, but you took it either way. Agatha, still breathing heavily, ran her fingers through your hair. You lick off the cum on the strap, making her suck in a breath as she drops her head back on the chair. Her chest is heaving, thighs occasionally twitching.

“Fuck,” She breathed. “Where'd you learn that pretty trick, angel? Where's my innocent little bunny?”

You flush, “I — I was thinking about you a-and I was looking for things I could do to make you feel better and it just…came to mind.”

Agatha ran her hands over her face, “Such a good girl, huh? Just wanted to make mommy feel good?”

You nod, still flushed. You're looking up at her with doe eyes, the strap still standing straight, pressing against your cheek. Agatha gently caressed your cheek, humming as she looked down at you.

“...get ready for mommy, angel. You've earned yourself a reward,” She spoke softly, making you perk. You stand on your feet, knees sore from the hard floor, before making your way to the bedroom, kneeling on the bed obediently.

You can hear her in the kitchen, likely returning her empty mug. Her footsteps head toward your direction, and you feel yourself squirming. It was rare that you were rewarded or punished — you opted to stay in the middle, on her good side but not your best.

“Ready, bunny?” She asks as she walks in, smiling slightly. Her pants are buttoned again, strap pushed down under her boxers. You swallow and nod, hands turning into fists on your lap.

“Yes, mommy,” You nod, trying not to squirm. She smirks slightly, chuckling under her breath as she watches your body language.

“You're not usually this eager,” She hums. “Excited?”

“Uh-huh,” You nod. “Want mommy so bad…”

“Mhm, I see that,” She smiles, beckoning you over to the edge of the bed. You obey, sitting. Your legs hang over the bed, barely brushing against the floor as you look up at her. Her lips catch yours in a gentle kiss, different from her usual fiery kisses she gives you when she's eager to devour you whole.

Your hands reach up, grasping her shirt as your eyes close, opening your mouth to let her tongue slide in. She moans, grasping your jaw as she works her tongue inside your mouth, sucking and swirling with yours. She pulls back, hands move down to the hem of your shirt.

“Arms up,” She mutters, and you obey. She groans when she pulls your shirt over your head, watching your breasts fall into place, symmetrical and tight. Her hand pushes you back, making you lay on the bed. You swallow as she settles between your legs, letting them settle over her thighs. She smirks, eyes dancing with something dark.

Her hands gently stroke over your nipples, making you tense. She smiles widely, taking in the firm peaks between her fingers and pinching lightly. You moan out, back arching slightly, breathing heavily.

“You think mommy forgot about how sensitive you are here?” She chuckles, pinching again. You twitch, lips parting in a needy, breathy groan. Your eyes cloud over as she leans down, taking a nipple in her mouth while she toys with the other one.

“Mommy,” You breathe out, wrapping your legs around her waist. She chuckles softly, sucking harshly. Your body jolts with a high-pitched squeak, looking up at her with cloudy eyes.

“Wonder if you can cum like this,” She mumbles, biting down softly. You cry out, panting. She moves to the swell of your breast, sucking a mark on it. You can feel a coil tighten in your abdomen — it feels strange, weaker, but still pleasurable.

She switches to the other nipple, using her free hand to pinch the previous one. Tears sting your eyes — like there was a connection from your nipples to your clit. Your legs tighten around her waist, breathing heavily. Your eyes roll back, closing in concentration. Agatha’s lips stretch into a smile when your mouth drops open.

“M'cumming soon,” You breathe. “C-can I, mommy? Can I cum, please?”

She hums in approval, biting down on your nipple. Your eyes fly open, hands tangling in her hair as you moan loudly, hips moving as the coil in your abdomen snapped. Your mouth waters and your cheeks flushed, embarrassed. You came — and she hadn't even properly touched you.

“So sensitive,” Agatha chuckled, releasing your nipple with a pop. You sigh, slumping against the mattress. You could feel wetness between your legs, throbbing angrily — needily.

She tapped your leg, “Open.”

Your legs part immediately, making her move aside the shorts. You flush as her fingers run over your slit, collecting the small amount of white that strained them. The smirk she gave you was breathtaking — you just wanted her to take you already.

“What do you want, angel?” She asks softly, gently nudging your clit. Your thighs twitch as you breathe out.

“Want — want mommy's cock..” You whimper, opening your eyes and looking up at her. They're glossed over and cloudy, but desperate and wide. She hums, gently running her hand over your flat, defined stomach.

“Mommy's cock?” Her eyes don't leave the area where her hand is planted. Her lips curl into a smirk as an idea pops into her head — your entire body is covered with goosebumps when you see her unbutton her pants again.

“M-mommy..” You whine, and your eyes widen when the strap comes out. It's bigger than it was before — so much bigger. That could not have been in your mouth.

“You look nervous, sweetheart,” She chuckles, amused by your reaction. You swallow nervously, watching the large dildo glow with her magic. She made it bigger.

“S'not gonna fit, mommy..” You say nervously, eyes trained on it. Agatha’s lips stretch wider, pushing her pants down.

“We'll make it fit, bunny. We always do,” She answers, pushing your legs farther apart. You flush at the position you're in, bare and open for her. She presses the toy at your entrance, and you hear her breathe in. She teases your clit with it, watching your thighs twitch occasionally.

Slowly, she runs two fingers up and down your folds, collecting the clear slick and the bit of cum left, using them as lubricant to sink her fingers inside you. A breathy moan leaves your lips as she works you gently, breath catching when she adds a third finger.

She doesn't move, letting you adjust. She doesn't usually fuck you with three fingers, but she's made it happen once or twice before. Then, she begins her thrusting, feeling you tighten and squirm as you moan.

She wonders how tight you'll feel around her cock, and it makes her moan out. She slips her fingers out, making you whine, but presses the head of the toy against you, slowly slipping it inside. She moans as you suck in the tip, her thighs tensing at the feeling.

Then, while holding on to your legs, she sinks the toy further inside. You moan out, wincing at the unfamiliar stretch. The size is new. It makes it burn a bit, but you can feel her so deep inside you that you feel like you're losing your mind. Agatha is breathing heavily, trying to regain control, but you clench around her so tightly that she wonders how she hasn't cum yet.

“Fuck…” She hisses.

“Mommy..!” You whine, wiggling your hips. The movement causes a guttural moan to leave her lips, pushing the rest of the toy inside. She's bottomed out now, buried inside you completely. Her eyes are trained on the bulge of your flat stomach, and she swallows thickly.

“My bunny. You're all mine,” She breathes, thrusting in and out slowly. You whine and moan, nodding your head mindlessly. “Nobody’s ever touching my angel, okay? Mommy's gonna be your first and your last.”

“Yes, mommy,” You moan out as she increases the pace of her thrusts. Agatha, who is usually silent while she fucks you, is moaning out with every thrust, breathing heavily, ragged and desperate. Her eyes remain in the bulge and she grabs your hand, guiding it to your stomach.

You whine, flushing. You can feel her cock as it moves in and out of you. You press down on it, feeling her gasp as you clench tightly. Her thighs shake as you push, making your eyes water as your mouth drops open. It reaches your g-spot each time you press down.

“Oh my gods — mommy, it's so good!” You moan gutturally, feeling her fingers dig into your hips as she fucks you harder. Her panting and moaning is driving you so close, but the way her eyes gloss over when you press down on the bulge makes you want to burst. Your hands slide up her arms, eyes rolling back as you clench.

“Fuck!” She groans, pushing down on the bulge. Your mind goes blank, mouth dropping open as your eyes roll back. You see stars behind your lids as she jackhammer into you while you rode your high, the toy abusing your sweet spot until you're throbbing around her.

She keeps going, her pace becoming more brutal. She's lost in her lust, in pleasure, in the way you wrap around her so tightly that she may never be able to get out. Tears stream down your temple, and your hips lift from the bed as you arch. Her eyes roll back at the new position, fucking you harder.

“Too much-!” You cry out, thighs shaking, but you don't mean it. It's not too much — you've never had too much of her. It's never enough. You need her inside of you every waking moment of every day.

“You can take it,” She pants, groaning. “I know you can, bunny. Your pussy was made for me.”

Your eyes roll back as her thrusts grow in force, becoming sloppy. She's leaning her weight onto the hand she has planted on your stomach, pushing her cock against you. You're cumming again before you know it, and she growls as you pulse around her.

Finally, she releases inside you. She's filling you up so much more than usual, until you're dripping on the bed. Your moans are loud and unrestrained, nails digging into her arms. She's hovering over you, panting heavily. Her eyes are cloudy, glossed over.

You look up at her when she doesn't move, reaching up and cupping her face. You're still trying to catch your breath, but she's lost in another world. You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling yourself up. You moan as you readjust, the toy still inside you.

“Aggie,” You groan, shivering. “Are you okay?”

“Angel,” She groans. “Fuck. I'm fine. That was just…”

You breathe out, nodding. Your rest your head on her shoulder, relaxing your body as you shift. It makes you accidentally pulse around her, making her choke out a moan and thrust harshly.

“Fuck,” You moan. “Sorry. I'm sorry.”

Agatha breathes out and gently lifts you, making you wince. With a bated breath, she lays you back in the bed, unhooking the strap and sighing when the feeling of overstimulation eased. She watched her cum slide between your legs, gently kissing your swollen stomach.

“How are you feeling?” She asks softly, moving up and kissing the underside of your breath. You hum, eyes closing as your hand tangles in her hair, scratching her head lightly.

“If I wasn't tired before, I am now,” You mumble, forcing your eyes open with a small smile. Agatha chuckles and leans to kiss your lips, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

“You were delicious today,” She comments, pulling away. “That trick you did with your throat? Excellent. And taking the entire strap when I enchanted it and increased its size? Delectable.”

You flush, “Th-thank you, Aggie…”

“You're welcome, bunny,” She chuckles.

[lhostgil]

For @waldmaerchen ; based on their lovely art and bits of discussion we've had on Stephan and Kurt ;;w;;

Beyond their vision, as real space warped and vanished; stars appeared to swirl and streak around the two men who had their hands in each other’s.

Kurt’s heated protest died off in his throat before the words could leave his lips; his widened eyes stared at their surroundings—wherever it was they were at in the moment. It was not surprise from what was presently happening that had left him speechless; neither was it the shock arising from the fact that Stephan had practically showed up out of nowhere, grabbed his odd tridactyl hand, and subsequently roped him into a dimensional trip to God-knows-when-or-where across reality.

Despite it all, the teleporter still could not quite make himself believe that he was going along with this.

It was not that he really disliked going on such trips with Stephan—even though it was a relief to be pulled out of the messy quagmire that was duty, obligation and messy politics that the X-Men were involved in. But how could he just leave like that and now, when things were as bad as it could possibly get?

Be it the very public Avengers who were content to watch on as injustice and suffering occurred before entering the fray when all others were exhausted to display their better qualities, or the messy scramble that was human authority shackled by corrupt, narcissistic petty individuals who called themselves politicians, or the fanatical extremists who would not negotiate or mediate, but push for increased dehumanization while acting upon tacitly permitted horrors—

Yet, somehow, the abovementioned were nothing more than just the tip of the iceberg in relation to all the troubles plaguing the team—and mutantkind as a whole.

In truth, the only thing that drove Kurt forward, that kept him going along with the decisions and general direction that the team had set their mind to was simple.

He just wanted to live.

Not mere survival. That was not living.

There was a difference between being alive, and having to deal with constant, unceasing struggle for continued existence—and being alive, and having to face the above while also having to justify one’s right to continued existence to another being.

One was survival in its most basic form. To have life, and survive in the world, was to struggle in a cycle of existence that demanded a price for the resources that allowed individuals, collective groups, and civilisations to take root, grow and flourish.

The other, was dragging out an ignoble existence; drifting and being alive without purpose—having an existence on bent knees to the ground, a yoke fastened around your neck, and prodded onwards with a cart to be pulled. A life where every breath taken, every blood, sweat and tear shed—no matter how wronged it was—was to be praise towards the ones your head had to be lowered to.

To Kurt, that was just a pitiable way to be alive; taking a real person with sentient thought, and twisting them into becoming nothing more than a beast of burden to be relieved of its misery once its usefulness ran its course.

The teleporter wanted neither of those offered choices.

Yet, what he desired remained beyond his grasp—and he was no fool, however credulous some of his cohorts may have thought him to be. Kurt was all too cognisant of the fact that what he aspired for was something that would not come to pass any time soon—or later for the matter.

So no, it was not that he disliked going on such trips with Stephan that his first instinct was the protest heatedly when the other grabbed his hand and made began the customary chain of actions that would bring them both elsewhere.

It was more, that he hoped to make Stephan stay; to hold his hand as they once did as children, and give him the calm reassurance that the älterer Bruder he knew would.

However, there was no way he could express the sentiment or bring it up as a conversation topic to Stephan; not without it turning into an experience that left them both feeling that there was no way out of things as they were—and being reminded of simpler times that they could not hope to return to. Once more; with increasing frequency these days, the teleporter found himself reflecting that Stephan’s impetuous temperament had not mellowed, but had instead become focused.

‘One would think that after so many years of being an apprentice to someone like Strange,’ Kurt mused, ‘his unruly side would have been polished—the rougher edges of him made polished from experience and learning.’

All he could allow himself to murmur aloud was, “so…what is it that you have foreknowledge of, or expect to come to pass that you have decided to take it upon yourself to ensure that I am removed from a certain place or time?”

Softly glowing golden eyes observed as the wild, unbridled joy on Stephan’s face dimmed just a little—it had been no more than a slight shift of expression in the blink of an eye, but it had happened nonetheless. “Why can it not be that I simply had some time and wanted to have fun? Besides, you are not one to turn down a chance to go on an adventure. Maybe I needed to find an artifact and I wanted you to come along.”

“So…I am to accept that we’re headed to an unknown location, the reason for which apparently may be nothing more than a wild goose chase, purpose unknown, all while being cagey with the details…and it is nothing more than coincidence that I am taken away from where I had been?”

“Indeed. In fact, I daresay you will be much happier going along with me than staying around in that place—”

‘Quatsch—and he knows it.’  Kurt glared; despite the tender light of his eyes and the slight upward curve of his lips, it was clear that whatever was left of his patience was beginning to run dry. “Stephan, we had an agreement,” his voice cold, “what you know, I know.”

First, Stephan sighed. Then, finally, after fleeting moment of silence, “you are truly…always so obstinate, even to your own doom.”

“Would I still be your brother otherwise?” Kurt murmured in jest, feeling his expression soften just a little.

“We both know the answer to that, Brüderchen.”

They both shared a tired grin, the curve of their lips not quite reaching their eyes. ‘Insufferable teleporter,’ said a pair of human eyes; ‘brash sorcerer,’ flashed a pair of lambent eyes.

“I didn’t see anything that would affect you or your…fellows.” Stephan began, the tone of his voice having a begrudging edge that reminded Kurt of the time when they were much younger—when a sullen child was questioned for attempting to walk away with a teddy bear that had been thrown at his face by a wailing toddler.

“Yet,” Kurt gestured with his free hand, “here we are. Wherever here is.”  

Affronted, but refusing to express the sentiment in a scowl across his face, “I’m not like a certain known few who would idiotically attempt to warp history, the present or the future based on some scraps of information passed on by word of mouth. Just what or who do you take me to be?”

“A responsible older sibling who often quietly puts more responsibility than he should on his own shoulders,” the elfin teleporter responded, “and a person who believes in using his ability to protect that which is important to him…no matter the cost.” He paused, then added, “even if everyone else sees him as a lackadaisical sorcerer who cares only about his own self-interest—in my eyes, Stephan Szardos is and will always be the best brother and magician ever.”

Kurt’s odd hand tightened its grip when Stephan’s hand slackened in surprise to those words. Nonetheless, the hold was gentle—a trusting grip— much like when he was a toddler and needed his older sibling’s comforting hold to help him stay grounded.

Several seconds, not even a minute passed between them; yet it still felt like an eternity had gone by before Stephan muttered, “I simply knew that you dislike being in that sort of stupid publicity event. Getting there, seeing your discomfort—that just let me know that you wanted out of there.”

‘Oh. Oh, Stephan.’

It was no lie; as much as Kurt had come to terms with the fact that there would inevitably be the presence of the press or politicians at the mansion—even with his years as a performer, he could never muster any sort of ease within himself whenever such visits occurred.

“Ah, before you complain that I can’t protect you from all instances like that—”

“Stephan,” Kurt exhaled, blinking slowly, “thank you.”

“You know,” the older sorcerer grumbled under his breath, “it’s not that I hate the company you are involved with now. I don’t resent them either; I’m not an emotionally stunted child who is going to think and whine: oh, these new people have stolen my baby brother from me. You’re an adult, and I know that you have a shrewd mind up there.”

Chuckling softly, Kurt felt his smile widen as he spoke, “I sense a ‘but’ somewhere in those thoughts.”

Serious now, all lightness gone from his voice, Stephan bluntly replied, “indeed, there is a ‘but’ to all that.”

The teleporter blinked, surprised by the shift in the other’s tone. Nevertheless, he chose to stay silent, patiently waiting for Stephan to continue speaking—despite the sinking feeling in his stomach warning him that the older sorcerer had no minced words for his ears.

However, no amount of preparation or inner calm could have been enough to stand against what the other just had to say.

“I found them, you know. Those mud dolls you made out of clay.”

Golden eyes registered the flush across Stephan’s face as he lowered his eyes like a child trying to own up to something they had done when they knew they should not have. Understanding dawned on the teleporter and his head rang with the echoes of a silent scream.

…

Little mud doll, little mud doll.

With eyebrows and eyes like mine;

Yet, unable to blink (without life).

…

“In that time and place that I…in that world where you aren’t there.” Stephan muttered, voice soft and slow, “my own inability to accept and let go of things at the moment, coupled with proficiency in the magical arts; as well as those items having lingering traces of strong emotion at the time of its creation, and the residual memories…”

Kurt concluded the sentence in an even softer voice; a whisper that Stephan barely heard at all.

“You conjured an illusion that was every bit like the me of that world. At the age when those things were made.”

Stephan finally looked up; he expected to see disapproval—judgment even—but there was only a kind expression of sadness and pity on Kurt’s face.

“It was every bit like you, down to the agonising self-awareness that it was just an illusion born from residual feelings and thoughts lingering on a doll that had neither a heart or life.”

…

Little mud doll, little mud doll

With a mouth like mine;

Yet, unable to speak (without a voice).

It is a fake doll, not a real baby.

It has neither a dear mother or father.

I’ll be their mother and father, and love it forever.

…

“It…well, technically—you—had a question for me. However, at any rate, the only person who could and would want an answer to that. Is you, here, of your time and place—in the world where I’m not there.”

‘Oh.’

Before Kurt could begin to think of a sufficiently delicate way to divert the conversation, Stephan murmured, “I’ve never thought of you as a fake sibling. It never came across my mind that there was any pretense between us as brothers.”

“You are and always have been my precious, silly younger brother. So please, don’t blame yourself over what happened anymore.”

The only answer the teleporter had was a helpless shake of his head. His odd hand squeezed the other’s as though they were children once more; when he was terrified of the overwhelming void within him, and it always calmed after his älterer Bruder returned the gesture with a similar squeeze and warm smile.

“For that light blooming in your beautiful heart, will continue to bloom in mine too; across time and space—forever.”

Never trust your older magic-using siblings ✨️🧙‍♂️

Just a silly little hc where Stephan is still alive and well and very much magical talented. He loves portals and going to other dimensions and portal traveling makes it easier to visit Kurt and Amanda.

The TVA propably got him on their list but since hes at best a food-traveler they leave him alone.

When he visits they make every german-learner cry. They talk fast and with a dialect ;-;

[captain-hawks]

18+

stuck on the thought of dating atsumu, and you're making out in his living room. you're both a little too drunk and a little too silly (especially after he falls off of the couch) and a lot too horny.

"'m callin' kita-san," atsumu huffs as his uncoordinated fingers continue to fight a losing battle against your bra strap and the zipper of his pants as you giggle into his neck.

and what you're not expecting is for kita shinsuke to answer the phone at one o'clock in the morning, yawning quietly away from the receiver before he regards atsumu's drunken frustration with something that straddles a thin line between years-old fondness and familiar exasperation.

(he greets you softly.)

what you're not expecting is for kita shinsuke to oblige atsumu's plea. to carefully talk him through stripping you down naked without fanfare, to instruct him just how many fingers to slip inside of your tight, wet cunt in a low, sleep rough voice. to keep playing along even once he hears atsumu moan in satisfaction when he finally sinks into the heat between your legs—when each subsequent push and drag of his cock, every shallow thrust and every deep stroke, is guided by kita's words alone.

(what you're not expecting is to hear the sound of kita shinsuke groaning and touching himself on the other end of the phone while atsumu comes inside of you.)

[adhdnojutsu]

Your opinion? https://www.tumblr.com/dranosh-haran-of-paleoworld/766237407554273280/why-do-you-hate-itachi-so-much?source=share

Had to use a different browser because this pleasant person has me blocked lol anyway.

TL;DR: Itachi had no right to do the things he did, but he also had no choice. Even if adult onlookers could come up with choices, he was a child trapped in a mindset his authority figures hammered into him in his formative years, and then he was put under additional duress. Come the fuck on.

"This guy willingly betrayed his own people and family, selling them out to the government who wanted to destroy them all."

"Willingly" when talking about a 11-12-year-old brainwashed, groomed, traumatized child under duress is kinda wild. Yes, Naruto is all about normalizing child soldiers, but there's a line and that's Itachi having his horrible "milestones" at an age where others are still in school.

And it's not treason to report a conspiracy to commit, well, treason.

More after the break. Enjoy this screencap of a literal child and one of the many adults who chose to fail him.

Itachi was 11 when he joined the ANBU, 12 when he killed the clan. His incompetent piece of shit father dragged him into a "kill or be killed" situation at 4, and he already had the muscle memory of slitting throats ON REFLEX?? What the everloving fuck did Fugaku do to his toddler? He was encouraged to leave school and enter the field for more death and horror at 8. All for the alleged greater good that was peddled to children and adults more aggressively than America's magical sky cloth. Fugaku and Danzo played a grooming tug-o-war with a literal prepub child and actively, deliberately, had him believe the weight of the world rested on his 3 inch shoulders. The fuck did anyone think was gonna happen when Itachi joined the ANBU everyone encouraged him to join, and did the work he was taught to admire - BY Fugaku, by the way. Fugaku wanted a peacemaker, then tried to start a war. Hm.

Also, Itachi didn't "sell out" his clan. If I know a family member is about to start something with predictably catastrophic ramifications, like, you know, a glorified terrorist invasion ("coup"), I have a moral obligation to report that. "Family" does not matter. Blood, water, starting a war is something you deserve to have sabotaged. And if you're willing to kill, you better be ready to be killed. Everyone who cheered for the coup willingly risked death and willingly doomed their families. "Bloodless revolution" my ass, that is delusional. As if Konoha is just gonna accept Fugaku after a COUP!? Fucking TREASON!? Oppressed or not, you sow violence, you reap violence, and public perception matters. The public's perception of the Uchiha coup would probably be *checks notes* treason :)

"His own people"? They all treated him like a trophy and an attack dog when they didn't outright abuse him for speaking his mind, when he was clearly old enough to let them exploit him. All they had for him was demands to make them proud and bring them glory, at the cost of his well-being. Chapter by chapter in Itachi Shinden, you can watch him wither and crumble. When Itachi's comrade was killed when he was 8, Fugaku literally said "He'll get over it" while his boy was falling apart in the next room. Those are not "his own people", they're one big, bubbling cunt stew with very few exceptions, judging by the novel.

Whether the government wanted to destroy the Uchiha clan or whether it was racist or oppressive ultimately doesn't matter when the active threat to world peace and countless lives is coming from the other side. Two things can be true at the same time, so yeah Konoha sucked, but also yeah, the Uchiha posed a threat. The clan's lives weren't in danger when they decided to endanger everyone over discrimination that isn't even as egregious as what fat people on airplanes have to deal with. Defunding the police (LMAO), not letting a latent traitor run for president, surveillance, and a dedicated, OPEN compound none of the other clans who got one bitched about. Wow, what a compelling reason to set the world on fire!

Yes, Konoha failed the clan, yes, Konoha is scum for that. But two wrongs don't make a right. I'm tired of this whole nonsense of "they're oppressed so they're allowed to act like total barbarians and be the next oppressor". I'm tired on a personal level which you can probably guess.

This is not a responsible adult:

"He knew about Obito and that he was behind the 9-Tails attack but said nothing to anyone. He discriminated against his own people and slaughtered them all to the last child."

He should definitely have reported Obito. But calling his actions against the clan discrimination is like saying the German police discriminates against that Berlin-based crime family because it happens to be a BIPOC minority. THEY ALSO HAPPEN TO BE THE FUCKING MOB. Of course, most Uchihas probably weren't active combatants and didn't deserve to die, but as horrible as it is, strategically, Danzo had a point when he said there could be no potential avengers.

Plus, outsiders like to focus on numbers as if more dead people means more suffering, but this isn't true. Just because 99 people suffer and die with me, doesn't mean each of us suffers and dies 100-fold. Sasuke was based when he said Itachi should have killed him, too. Outsiders don't want to accept this because it IS horrible, but sparing a young child after killing his whole family, is not kind. What would've awaited any children Itachi spared? The village that ordered their parents' slaughter? A world that clearly doesn't want them and will come after them at the first chance? Yeah sounds ever so fucking merciful. Just because unaffected gawkers think preserving a unique cultural or genetic group is the most important thing, doesn't mean the people actually affected have such priorities when literally staring death or a life of pain in the face.

"He cast Tsukuyomi on his own parents and brutally murdered them, tortured his own little brother beyond imagine with one torture session putting Sasuke in a fucking coma, one he would've never gotten out of if it wasn't for that bitch Tsunade and that's the only good Tsunade did in the series."

When did he cast Tsukuyomi on his parents? And "brutally", well, they surrendered and he cut them down rather quickly. All murders are brutal. Should he have raided the local vet and injected them with anaesthetics first? He was a 12-year-old child, crying, shaking, probably exhausted and barely coherent after having killed all the others, and looking at his final victims, his parents, comforting him. Striking them down quickly was the best for everyone involved at that point, anything more elaborate, "more gentle", would have prolonged this horror. Also what did Tsunade do wrong, and if Itachi hadn't knocked Sasuke out for a while, he would have gotten himself killed. The Tsukuyomi was overkill, 100%.

"Itachi thought he was wiser and more noble than his own people, which was pure and utter arrogance. When brought back as an edo, he said that a 7-year-old Sasuke could've changed the clan. He called himself Itachi Uchiha of Konoha and that he specifically had no regrets he was a massive piece of shit in life and death."

This is called interpretation. Yes, he was an arrogant child, he admitted this, Shisui told him, adults told him. But being an ass at the dawn of puberty doesn't invalidate the fact that he WAS smarter than most and the Uchiha uprising WAS a problem, and the clan was infinitely more arrogant than him for thinking they could just take power and that's the end of it. They were delusional. Being 11 when pointing this out doesn't mean he's wrong.

Vilifying him for calling himself "Itachi Uchiha of Konoha" is silly. Many nations will do horrible things behind the scenes to keep the peace, and just because Sasuke and Itachi were the tragic and ever so pretty victims of this, doesn't make Konoha worse than others. It is a place people actually live in. A place people call home and have a right to call home and feel safe and thrive in. Itachi did what he was forced to do by both sides, to protect people's home and peace, not to get headpats from Danzo and Hiruzen.

He also never said he didn't regret the massacre. The fact that he said he wished he would have confided in Sasuke, the fact of him telling Naruto, Sasuke, and Kabuto that he was wrong to try and solve everything on his own, all suggest he wishes it had been different. His words when he dissolves are "Mou miren ha nai", which can be interpreted as regretting nothing, but this is usually meant in a sense of unfinished business. Itachi could not un-kill the clan. Danzo was dead. What more could he do that he could still have "miren" about? Personally, I think he shouldn't have undone the whole Edo Tensei because he kinda owed Sasuke to stick around and fight the other Edo Tenseis manually, but that's not the point.

Actual footage of Itachi alone with his thoughts, probably:

"None of his plans make any kind of fucking sense. He wanted to save Konoha from war even though the other villages wouldn't have attacked for their own reasons."

Kindly look at Syria, Sudan, or Yemen, because the civil war the Uchiha were sure to start, would have been bad enough, you absolute pinecone. But I agree, Itachi's plans were mostly shit, but who taught him any kind of life skills or coping mechanisms? He wasn't parented, he wasn't guided, he was a trained attack dog. He never grew up mentally because when you're not allowed to feel like a child, know what being a child is, how are you gonna know when you're supposed to be all grown up and smart? He treated his suicide by Sasuke like a playdate. He toyed with him. He was a typical old soul, trauma and paralysis masquerading as maturity and composure. It's very apparent in the novels how helpless and small he felt. When the FUCK did he get a chance to unlearn his helplessness on one hand, and the world resting on his shoulders on the other? Itachi was deranged, but not by his own doing. A 4 to 12-year-old child is not responsible for their poor life "choices".

"So Itachi saved Konoha from zero potential wars, especially when none of the other villages attacked after Obito's, Orochimaru's, and Pain's assaults in the series."

I wasn't aware Itachi's Sharingan could accurately predict the future. He stopped the civil war that was certain to happen and that he could stop. Not a single ninja has ever been expected to fix the whole world and the few who expected it of themselves were even more deranged than Itachi. Why hold a 12-year-old to a higher standard just because he's foolish enough to do so himself? Right until Shisui died, Itachi clung to his naive dream of becoming the greatest ninja to stop all wars. And then, both Fugaku and Danzo demanded he be that, when Shisui's death just had him realize how helpless he is. And then, there was a war looming on the horizon that he COULD prevent.

"He practically sent Sasuke gift wrapped to Orochimaru or Danzo. He knew about Obito and Pain's plans and yet did nothing about them, which just screwed over Konoha immensely."

Yeah he fucked up with Orochimaru, and this was one of the things he could have predicted after Orochimaru tried it with him. Not killing Orochimaru when he had both cause and opportunity, was bafflingly stupid and I'll chalk it up to plot armour since Itachi will kill his own mother to protect Sasuke.

He was also a useless spy in Akatsuki, yes. He aided and abetted in several Kage and Jinchuuriki assassinations, all to keep a cover of questionable use.

We do have to grant him that he needed to stay alive to give Sasuke deserved closure. He didn't even know Obito wasn't Madara, so I don't expect him to have known much about Pain's abilities. Given he allegedly ties with Jiraiya and we all know what Pain did to him, Sasuke would not have gotten his revenge. As for Danzo, can we not underestimate him please? He had to be worn down into self-destruction by Sasuke, and when Itachi attacked him in the novel after getting the MS, he was immediately stopped.

"He was never a prodigy or anything, unlike Sasuke. His fights are just him using genjutsu on his opponents and overpowering them with it, which just childish and stupid. He pulled Susanoo, Mirror Yata, and the Tsoka Blade out of his ass."

I agree Susano'o and its rigs were asspull done to compete with DBZ ratings, but how was he not a prodigy when he was recommended for graduation at 8? Poor writing or not, the canon fact is that Itachi was way ahead of his peers and many adults. We can't blame a character's personality in one moment, then bad writing the next. All writing boils down to creating the character's reality and all facts written by the author are equally valid.

Calling genjutsu childish and stupid is silly as you can apply this to all jutsu. Naruto's army of clones is arguably more ridiculous than mastering an otherwise underdiscussed technique at a level that has people like Kakashi scared. Personally, I think the big noisy techniques like Kisame's water jutsus and Hashirama's Slaparama are a lot more childish and geared towards hollering little boys. Itachi's fighting style is elegant and super duper gay.

"This fucker is all over the place and doesn't make sense. Dushman-e-jaan has posts that go into greater detail about how this guy doesn't make sense, and I recommend you read them as she does an infinitely better job at explaining my dislike for Itachi than I have."

Dushman explicitly supports this:

But thinks Konoha is worse for allegedly being this:

In other words, Doucheman is fine with making 0 sense whatsoever as long as they can virtue-signal for fascists if they know how to sell the underdog act.

[transimailisa]

genuinely love that the loyal pin has an approach to how misogyny can be the root of homophobia especially lesbophobia in that case

[wintersovereign]

Elsa had been quiet while Hans explained his plans and she thought them unnecessary and they put too much blame on him. "It's noble of you to want to protect me but I'm not going to let you lie to do it. Your father is asking for too much and anyone who looks at this contract would see it. I'll give him the crown matrimonial and truth be told I'm not opposed to having children but I don't want to bring a life into the world out of obligation. I want that to be a choice you and I make together, out of love. So I'm going to counter him with there being no timeframe to produce an heir."

Lord Peterssen watched the two, a smile tugging his lips. Perhaps this marriage wouldn't be a terrible thing after all.

"I'm sure Lord Petwessen can get that counter offer written up on his own," Anna says with a lighthearted smile. "You have a wedding ceremony to get ready for. Unless you want to go dressed like that?"

"No," Elsa laughs, "I'd like to wear this dress you said you found in the attic."

"You're going to love it, it's perfect. Come on!" Anna grabbed her sister's arm and practically dragged her out of the room.

Hans enters the room and hears the conversation, but then it clicks that he sees Elsa in her underwear, so he turns around like someone pulled the rug from under his feet. "Sorry!" he says.

"But if the whole ask is two heirs within five years, then that's easy enough to dodge... " his voice hesitates. "If it must be, then so be it, you're both going to find out sooner or later anyway -- Father does certain things to each of his children, things to ensure no woman can come claim she's pregnant with an illegitimate child and things to make sure his children can sire a child, precisely, so he could enforce these contracts, I -- uh--- my test, didn't go according to plan, I'm not saying I'm sterile at all, I know for a fact I am not, but he does not. I was too young when he tested me I was" he clears his throat clearly this is difficult "16 and less than enthusiastic to partake."

"And I did not... perform, enough for a pregnancy to happen, so, I'm the only son that doesn't have an illegitimate child or any allegations of that sort." His face was beet red "I don't have any sort of problems but Petersson accepting the contract and being able to put the blame on me should the terms not be fulfilled, the worst that can happen is someone thinks me not being able to perform or sire a child are grounds for divorce, dissolution or worse but I do not have those problems it's just there's enough reasonable doubt for Father to back off."

He looks at Peterssen then with the corner of his eye. "Plausible deniability, right?" Why does he feel even more naked than Elsa? The door was right there and it was just so tempting to bolt.

But, did his feet move in any direction? No. He was stiff.

[oopsallmabari]

mmmm there's something abt the fact that after trespasser happens rhea is furious but i think by the time veilguard comes around she's just. tired (where exactly has all her fury gotten her, really?) vs after trespasser happens arya is just exhausted (what does anyone expect her to do about this, really?) but by the time veilguard comes around she comes around to fury

[dirt-str1der]

just wanna say im obsessed with your mind and i read your posts about kiryu like the morning paper. thank you for your service

(Sweats) e-even the ones about him laying eggs ?

[hislittleraincloud]

I see you.

(And not the way Jairo see each other.)

It's a(n incomplete) map of my visitors since April 25th (a month ago), some who're using VPNs. One of whom has visited me almost every day for a month. 💀 🫴🏽💕✨

[pirdmystery]

god i did not realize that sylvain becomes margrave in EVERY single one of his endings.

[chisatowo]

Some vocaloid songs shouldn't be covered because too much is lost from a human singing it and sometimes vocaloid songs shouldn't be covered because every single damn person who tries gets the vocals fundamentally wrong

[bisexual-nightmare]

The more I go to shows alone the more I think people should also do that thing if they’re able. Seriously. Part of it’s my anxiety, I know, but if I ask someone to go with me to something I spend a lot of energy tuned into them and trying to constantly gauge whether or not they’re enjoying it.

But going alone? Yeah, there’s the initial awkward (I don’t know how to exist in spaces very well, it’s a self worth issue, I’m working on it) but when the show starts - I can be immersed in it. Because I’m not worrying about my seat mate, because there isn’t one.

And it’s so freeing.

the saddest sight in the world is a married couple at a musical and the wife is super excited and happy and the husband looks like he was dragged along and he’s making a big deal about how much he doesn’t want to be there and the wife gets embarrassed or ashamed. this isn’t a funny post, it’s actually heartbreaking and i see it happen at like every other musical i attend.

[neganium]

Nimona is on Youtube rn for some reason, so I'm gonna try watching that. I'm already having a hard time, tho, bc I read the brief synopsis on the video itself, and so I know that things are about to go Wrong, and it's giving me mad anxiety lmao

[callsign-datura]

CW: pet names, oral (fem! receiving), spelling his name on the clit "c'mon pretty girl, open up f'me," simon murmurs, his lips and peachfuzz scraping against the soft skin of your thigh, up to your knee as his hands roam up and down your legs. brown eyes focus on you as you keep your legs pinned together, an embarrassed whine leaving your throat as you tilt your head to the side.

"si, you don't have to," you said quietly, looking down at him with your big doe eyes as you reach out to cup his face. he leans into it, his eyebrows knit and the corner of his mouth quirks.

"why not, sweetheart?" simon was a man of few words, but the look in his eyes was enough to make you shrink underneath it. his looming frame rises and he stands, but you keep your legs together still as he rests his hands on your knees. his size always sends your heart aflutter, but now it was beating so rapidly in embarrassment.

"i-i haven't shaved. i didn't bother once you left, so..." it's been months since he left. he came home out of nowhere, his big bulky frame caging you against the wall before wrestling you onto the bed, prime and ready show you how much he missed you. your pretty pussy was all he could think about for the days leading up to his return, and now you were denying him because you hadn't shaved? he knew you wanted him as bad as he wanted you. he felt insulted.

"hah, love," he begins, a small amused smile curling his lips as he tries easing your legs apart again. "i've been gone f' months... thinkin' 'bout you, an' that pussy of yours, and y'think i give a shit 'bout hair now that i've finally got ya where i want ya?" he cocks his head to the side, overgrown blonde hair tickling his brow as your legs finally release and fall apart, his hands going down to grip the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your flesh to watch you jump before he sinks back down to his knees.

he chuckles as your face reddens and you swallow, your head falling back to avoid looking him in the eyes when you feel his lips against your inner thigh. "c'mon now. y'know me better than that, sweetheart," his lips part and he bites down gently, smirking against your flesh when you jolt again. "much, much fuckin' better than that," he chuckles in amusement as he speaks, trailing his kisses down your inner thigh and peppering soft kisses and lovebites along the fat of your thigh before stopping just shy of your pussy. "pretty little thing, aren't ya? shaved or unshaved, i'll devour ya all the same," he whispers, his voice low but carrying enough intent to make your walls flutter on nothing. he moves a hand between your legs, using his thumb to spread your lips just enough to give him direct access to your clit, planting his mouth there as his lips curl and his hot tongue darts out to lave over you.

his tongue moves in hot, slow circles, your legs twitching at the content as you squeal and writhe pathetically. the contact after so long is almost too much for your body. one of your hands plants itself on his head and runs through the untidy locks, pulling gently to guide him closer. smugly, he obliges, but not before he lets loose a grunt and a teasing, "needy girl." before closing his lips around your clit and sucks gently, applying pressure against it with the tip of his tongue at the same time as his hands cup your outer thighs.

he releases your clit with a faint 'pop', his tongue sliding out and flattening against you, dragging upward from your hole to your clit, laving once again as the mix of your slick and his spit drip down onto the mattress beneath you, leaving a mess that's only likely to grow as time goes on. "mm. missed this fuckin' pussy," he grunts, his raspy voice making your clit twitch and the heat of his breath fanning over you. you whine in response, lifting your hips, seeking more friction. you sniffle quietly beneath him, lifting your head to look at him as his gaze flickers over your body before he sinks down again. he moves a hand between your legs and rolls his middle and pointer finger against your pussy, gathering his spit and your slick before he carefully pushes them inside as he starts lapping at your clit again. your needy pussy sucks his fingers in, and instinctively, he curls them, searching for a few moments before the pads find your g-spot. the sudden pleasure makes you jolt and your toes curl as you push your legs apart and rest your heels on the edge of the bed, lewd mewls leaving your lips as he grunts into your pussy. he doesn't thrust his fingers, just rubs them against your g-spot as he laps hungrily at your clit-- like a man starved. which he was. months left without the taste, feel, scent of your precious pussy left him hungry. he shifted as he kneeled, his hardening cock in his pants making the fabric strain against him, quickly becoming uncomfortable as he continues to eat you out. he doesn't care though, your pleasure in this moment matters more to him than that.

each mewl, whine and cry that leaves your lips makes his dick twitch. he has to stifle a whine of his own. his eyes flutter open, looking up at you to find bright, eager eyes staring down at him. your mouth is open, lips quivering and red from how consistently you bit them to keep quiet. eyes dilated and wide, rolling back once he starts rolling his fingers into you.

he chuckles quietly into you, shutting his eyes again to savor the taste and squeeze of your pussy. he can feel you getting close, so he continues-- a bit faster than before. the noises of your pussy are loud, lewd and embarrassing, but his grunts are louder. you whimper pathetically as the coil in your stomach tightens and the heat falls over you. his hand is planted firmly at the curve of your hip, gripping tightly to keep you in pace as he licks hungrily at your clit, alternating between lapping and circles.

as your squirming becomes more frequent, you feel his laps become a bit more erratic. through your hazy mind you don't connect the dots yet, too distracted by the incoming pressure of your orgasm. your hips lifted and you cried out. "s-si, please! gonna cum... m'close..." and he only chuckled into your pussy, mumbling a "cum f'me sweetheart, know you can. give it to me." then he starts the pace again. you realize then after his licks become more defined, that he's using his tongue to spell his name on your clit. the thought makes you gasp, the sound low in your chest as he suddenly applies a bit more force as he thrusts his fingers into you, purposefully angling them to hit your g-spot with the tips of his fingers over and over and over again. you wail his name and your walls clench, the warmth flooding you as that coil snaps. he groans deeply into your pussy, helping you ride through it as you reach your peak. it lasts a few seconds, and you mewl and whine pathetically, fingers tugging at his hair as he continues, helping you down from your orgasm with slow licks. he withdraws his fingers from you shortly after his tongue halts, and your hands come to your face as he rises between your legs and leans over you. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, shushing you softly as his hands run up and down your sides. Your arms thread around his neck and you mumble to him. "...were you spelling your name on my clit?" a pause. his rubs stop, and he hums quietly in amusement. "maybe. 've gotta make sure you know what name to moan. seems like it worked..."

you can hear and feel the smirk on his face, and you scowl playfully, hiding your red face in your hands as he laughs into your neck. yeah, it worked. and now he was gonna continue doing it.

[webism]

ᯓ Kento Nanami doesn't even know he has a breeding kink until he cums inside of you for the first time. It's like a flip switches in his brain, and the second that sweet release floods your womb he is plagued with the instinctual need to fill you over and over and over until something takes.

And breeding you doesn't have to mean a baby, but rather the primal possession that comes with having you spend the rest of the day with a part of him inside of you. No other man has the privilege, the right, or the reason to claim you as he has, and it does something nasty to the way he fucks.

He's still the gentleman he's always been: still makes sure you cum at least once on his fingers or tongue before he graces you with the hard-to-manage length of his cock. But rather than in the spirit of purely giving you pleasure, he's trying to ensure you're so wet that he can force himself just that little bit deeper inside of you.

A guilt of his, perhaps, but Kento read that if he were to edge himself between moments of intimacy with you, that his loads would be bigger, more forceful—and the idea of giving you even more of himself than he already had been is enough to get him hard. So, he starts touching himself whenever the thought clouds his mind, which is more-often-than-not nowadays. He fucks his fist to the thought of breeding you out until he's cumming dry and you're so full of his cum that it has nowhere to go other than down your legs. Stopping before he cums is a pain like none other, but his new adopted thought process claims a load spent anywhere other than balls-deep inside of you is a load wasted.

And he doesn't say a word of it to you. You only pick up on it when you realise he won't cum anywhere else. When you're sat between his legs after a long day of work, serving him with your mouth and coaxing those lovely groans from his chest. How his hands try and guide you off of him before he gets close enough to lose control, sys he doesn't want to cum down your throat. Once upon a time he would get hard all over at just the sight of you swallowing his lust.

"I just... want to be inside of you, honey, is that okay?" He says, and you oblige because the way Ken gets once he's finally seated inside of you is nothing other than animalistic, euphoric. But you have to wonder if there's a reason he avoids spilling his seed over your tongue or tits like he used to.

"You know I like the taste, right?" you glance over at him when he bends you over the arm of the couch and slips his aching cock into you. You doubt you'll ever get used to his size—he always has to take a moment to let you settle once he's in.

"I know, love," he claims. "I just... prefer it this way."

"Don't you like fucking my throat anymore?"

"God," he groans, presses his body into your back so that his breath fans over your ear. "No. I love your throat. I love all of you."

A thrust to test the waters— at your moan, another. Kento rocks his hips, drags his cock out of you and then drives forward until you and him are as connected as you can be... almost.

"You wanna breed me, is that it?"

Kento's hips stall. You're not stupid, and he doesn't even realise he's got an arm wrapped around you so he can splay his fingers over your stomach. His wedding band presses against your skin, sets it alight with burning need. Hearing you say it, though, makes him nearly cum on the spot—he wouldn't be so selfish.

"How'd you—"

"You say it, Ken," you drawl your words out, tease him with your tone. "When you cum, you say you're gonna fuck a baby into me, that you're gonna 'breed me like the pretty whore I am'. Don't worry, I like it. I want it."

He can hardly believe it, such words feel foreign to his mind. But they taste familiar on his tongue, like a part of his subconscious speaks on his behalf when he's all blissed out like that. He wonders just how deep the instinct to breed you runs, because his cock twitches and all of a sudden he's thrusting into you at a speed that seems only supernatural.

The snapping of his hips, the sound of skin against skin and the curses that slip from his lips like wine. It doesn't take long for you both to cum alongside each other, Kento, of course, deep inside of you.

And it takes a very strong part of him to pay attention to himself this time, and you aren't a liar: the song of need and primal lust that spill from his mouth are made for porn. Not that he can find it in himself to be embarassed, you seem to like it, what with the way your whole body shakes in orgasm as he fills you up.

Yeah, you'll be throwing out every condom you've got stashed away in the house.

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[bbyseok]

thinking about teen gojo who’s still learning how to control his powers… and just starts floating every time you kiss him.

you just started dating after he won your heart some time around your first year as jujutsu high students, and there’s not really a difference from when you were friends compared to when you’re now together but—

there are the closer cuddles during movie nights and the spotanenous hangouts now established as dates amongst other things, and of course, the kisses.

funnily enough, it was you who intiated the first kiss, even after his oh so bold and confident claims that he’d be the best boyfriend and kisser, despite never having been in a relationship before.

some might consider that your first kiss with gojo wasn’t so special, but it’s special to you.

it had been a convenience store run he had dragged you out on during the ungodly am hours. satoru rummaging for his newly bought sweets in the grocery bag, his tongue poking out of his mouth. his expression had lit up when he pulled out his candy, eyes flitting to yours and then-

you leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips.

his snowy eyelashes fluttered in shock, staring at you like you had just strung up the stars in the current night sky overhead. the dim light from the convenience store casts a glow over your facial features, and it takes him a moment to realize that the curvature of your lips had just been on his. that you had kissed him.

and then he started floating.

you couldn't help but laugh and pull him back down and in for yet another kiss.

and it keeps happening every time you kiss him now. it doesn’t matter what he was doing before, as soon as your lips leave his, his feet leave the floor too — quite literally.

you’d think that he’s doing it on purpose, but he swears that he isn’t! it’s not his fault that his technique goes haywire whenever you bless him with a kiss!

it’s to the point where you’ve decided not question it now, and even the others don’t too.

“suguru and i are going off for our mission!” and suguru watches his best friend lean down expectantly towards you, tapping his lips with a finger, “can i have a good luck kiss, sweetheart?”

and you oblige sweetly with a hum, “have fun, you two. be safe!”

suguru’s hand is already outstretched to tug satoru down to the earth by his jacket once he starts drifting upwards. “c’mon, satoru.”

hell, he’s been half-asleep, still drowsy as you give him a kiss while leaving his dorm early in the morning before you’re caught by yaga, and gojo starts hovering off the mattress like an exorcism is taking place, the thin blanket slipping off his legs.

(“i guess you can say that you really sweep me off my fee- ow!”)

and while it’s ridiculous, you also find that it’s rather endearing.

but god forbid you start making out with him though. you’re not quite sure on what might happen whenever that comes around..