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recently I dreamt that I went to my collegeâs convenience store and they were selling Land of the Lustrous ice cream⊠it was cotton candy x chocolate flavor and it was blue and brown swirl? The only label was like. A few random characters ripped from their official models and each jar of ice cream had 2-3 characters. Cinnabar was all alone in his ice cream tho ,, another combo I remember is yellow dia, padpa, and rutile. Also obsidian and benito
#not an art#I needed to share this with the world#Iâve never been so disappointed to find this isnât real?#land of the lustrous#houseki no kuni#i donât even know anymore#typing this one from the grave#Iâm very exhausted
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my Nevarra headcanon is that they love Memento Mori rings
#(irl these rings / types of jewellery more generally are thought to have been in use in Europe from the 16th century as a way to#remember a recently deceased loved one and serve as a reminder that death is never far away)#which is a very cool concept to me and i will be stealing it for dragon age purposes#i like the idea that they buy or exchange them for special occasions. not just deaths but also milestone birthdays and weddings and such#as a culture they're big on death and also gold and also heavy ornamentation so this makes sense to me#and you know. a birthday is a step closer to death. a wedding means more heartbreak when death does come. a shared grave. etc
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"you saved my life."
#only friends#only friends series#only friends the series#only friends ep9#ofts#firstkhao#sanray#sand x ray#first kanaphan#khaotung thanawat#gmmtv#thai bl#bl drama#lissn this is one of the most beautiful scenes ive seen and i have nothing else to say#goodbye#typing this from my shallow grave
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decided to draw my interpertation of Lambert and Narinder, and their strange ground child Webby
i've also decided my Lambert is a fake it till you make it kind of cult leader and is dumb af
they've got a heart of gold though, so that has to count for something, right?
#justaart#art#cult of the lamb#cultofthelamb#cotl#cotl lambert#cotl the lamb#cotl narinder#cotl the one who waits#cotl webby#i have proof they are both parents of webby also from my game play#when i went to build the grave to grow webby narinder was the one who came over and helped me build it and ONLY him#he also hleped me build webby's house#they are dads your honor#though i also headcanon narinder is aym and baal's dad so y'know#also i kinda headcanon that the crown is a sorta psydo familiar#like a warlock pact type dealie
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ghost!toji x reader âŠ.. hmmmm hm hm hm
#THINKING MANY THOUGHTS#one thing abt me is i fucking LOVE ghosts easily the best supernatural creatures ill forever die on this hill#anyway my idea for it is cliche but im weak for it ok đđ#reader can see ghosts obviously. and ghosts need to settle their scores to move on properly#but toji is jaded and cynical and refuses to. he meets reader and is surprised they can see him but also doesnt really give a shit#but reader wants to help ghosts ichigo kurosaki style and ends up persuading toji to let them âŠ#just. putting flowers on mamagumiâs grave⊠making sure gumi has a proper support system . checking up on shiu. etc etc#and obviously toji grows fond of reader because he hadnt realized how lonely he was#so maybe he asks for one final favor â for them to let him stay by their side for a bit longer ..#im also very much imagining this as a roomate au . toji crashes on your couch and you have to listen to his snoring from the bedroom <3333#I JUST THINK GHOST!TOJI IS SO GOODDDDD HEâS SO SAD :(((( but also such a prick#also 100% the type to spook anyone who tries to flirt w reader and theyre like ??? wtf was that for. đ€šđ€š he ignores them .#scary dog priviliege except the scary dog is incorporeal <3333 protects you but like . transparently#need to write this someday#i have a lotttt of trouble imagining toji romantically though like thatâs my whole father âŠ#IM GONNA TRY THO !!#ari noises â©
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I have so many questions about Astarion's birth family that it isn't even funny.
I wonder what sort of relationship/dynamic they all had before his death, I wonder how they reacted, if they knew he was "alive" as a spawn the entire time and just ignored it because that creature wasn't their son/brother/nephew anymore, how they would react if told he had spent 200 years suffering. Most of all, I wonder if they would accept (or be proud of) the man he became at the end of the game.
#astarion#i mean the grave being pretty overgrown is kind of telling that no one is taking care of it anymore#but was he estranged? did his family move away? was there a period where they took care of it and thought about him?#did they feel guilt thinking there could have been something they could have done to save him or keep the gurs from attacking?#do they still think of him as a baby Elf because he was killed so young despite the fact he has literally been undead for 200 years?#did they die as well?#this concept has so much potential for angst and fluff depending on the type or relationship they had#and if they accept him as the vampire spawn he is if they are still around and alive#which I mean it is highly likely he has family still around#because Elves live a ridiculously long time#239/240 is still young enough to have siblings parents and maybe even grandparents out there#could you imagine him meeting a neice or nephew and them telling him stories that their parent told to them about uncle Astarion?#like someone cared enough to keep his memory alive and teaching family he never got to meet about him
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MLP Violet doodle bc burnout has hands (her outfit is like an elden ring boss)
#i wanna put all of my inner thoughts and ramblings here but at the same time im. so eepy#i love violet so much i have not recovered from my first viewing of the series#shes always on my mind#and i also started rewatching mlp so bing bang boom#horse đđ»#also i dont think she has a cutie mark since she basically spends like her whole life trying to find her purpose ig?#i think she gets it eventually#probably for writing letters obviously but i dont think it clicks until like maybe the one yuri movie with her and amy/isabella#her life revolves around the major rip#her cutie mark is his grave#made myself cry typing that im so sorry#artists on tumblr#my art#violet evergarden#my little pony#mlp art#also i wanna say I HAVE WATCHED THE ENDING MOVIE IK ABOUT THE MAJOR WHEN I SAID THE CUTIE MARK GRAVE JOKE#i am severely hyperfixated on the series#thank you for ruining my life#both to this show and my adhd
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LEE FUCKING CHAN GUYS I CANNOT DO THIS ANYOMEOAIR
#NO ONE TALK TO ME#ACTUALLY DEACADEKJSG IM TYPING FROM THE GRAVE RNOTA#SKYE THOUGHTS#skye thoughts#skye talks about seventeen
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#et cetera#im thinking about mine from my. storys#theyre both infection type ones not traditipnal undead. sad#i do love undead zombies too... ahhh a hand coming out of a grave fuuuucj
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My live reaction to act 5's tutorial's
#rhythm doctor#rhythm doctor act 5#they really added what was a modded note type#and then even more new ones#not gonna say what they are but i know modded people are going to use them hard and curve ball me even harder#If they keep scaring me like that I'm gonna be the next character in the game#i got C+ on those night levels i need to make it a B+#also because of act 4-4n i have to beat that level day time in A and slow notes are hard for me#also the clip comes from âSpy's Grave Mistakeâ By SilentManJoe#i don't feel like tagging tf2 in this though
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my issue is i spread myself too thin i get a lot of fun highly ambitious ideas that I start in very short succession and get them done about halfway until the short time reward joy runs out and then end up with a pile of projects like this
#i need to stop thinking of new shit to do just stop#i dont even have the excuse of having a manic type mental illness i just never learn#i need to hunker down#maybe ill do a big wip dump when i get home and permanently send some to the grave like i cant keep working on them 50 pixels at a time#also like. its gotten better recently but god the fatigue is no joke like i didnt realize just how close to bedridden i was#also me working on finishing things one at a time like#it only benefits me ill get more practice on end stages like coloring which ive been meaning to for#ages ages#and ill be able to finish things faster in general and ill be able to start new things etc#ok ill do a wip dump when i get home unshackle myself from the burden you guys will just have to imagine how good it wouldve been#i mean ok ill save them on my computer i could technically still finish them one day but they wont just be open staring at me
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â IT IS WIP SUNDAY âĄ
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as she has had a vice grip on the brain a cute piece for olga ⥠in the future will include minerva and santo and alyssas logan !
The odds of FEDRAâs successes against the Washington Liberation Front are bleak at best. If she is being frank, theyâre losing.
They will reach the basement. They will find the specimens in the vault. They will find them. They will find her.
And they will not have her research.Â
The soldiers protecting her outside have likely been taken out. Her colleagues, the ones who didnât leave on Allards transport with her mentor gisela, fleur, yori, and ondria and didnât manage to find ways out on their own were likely detained or taken out as well. Leaving her alone.Â
She wanted it this way. She wonât let the wrong hands reach what she has worked years for to understand the Cordyceps. She wonât let them reach her.Â
âMother, if this is to be my swansong, I want you to avenge me.â she whispers to herself as she removes her lab coat and research scrubs. Olga was currently on the residential level, and she had the room renovated to include a private elevator leading down directly into the research floor; she'll reach the basement level before they do.Â
Olga headed from the window overlooking the outer courtyard of what was once the University of Washington hospital; which FEDRA and the Center for Disease Control, or CDC, had turned into a research facility. Walking to her bed and putting on the dress she had laid there Olga made her way to the vanity on the opposite end of her bed.Â
She was taught to look her best when treating guests. Even still, she holds the words of her mother in regard.Â
It was her mothers dress, a vintage gown from 2002, the soft blue silk slip dress felt dreamlike on her. She would be wearing this for her memory. Olga, now sitting on the chair gazing at her reflection from the vanity, put on a pair of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace, humming to the tune of Tchaikovskyâs swan lake as she did.
The swan will choose her fate today.
ive also began working on the former seattle crew / former washington dc crew and here is what i have so far of minervas ⥠using the loveliest mari's template !
a cute lil piece for una with this template by the lovely ash âĄ
and lastly ! a vicky piece using this template! featuring ajâs nessie âĄ
#only if you want to! đ€đ#oc: olga litvinchuck#oc: minerva graves#oc: una nathaira uller#oc: viktor mason#leg.tagged#leg.ocs#leg.writing#she was convinced this was to be her last dance so she was going to make it ⥠poetic ⥠u know?#a bit theatrical but as was said! she had to make it poetic! and i adore her for that !#im thinking there will be two povs here one of olga and the other being someone else? maybe santo or minerva?#because im thinking santo did a stint as a wlf ? he was also a firefly as well before dipping (minerva also was wlf before she dipped too)#gianna and alaia left seattle MONTHS prior i think so they completely miss the shenanigans jaksnxkn#and there is a prologue to this planned both from the povs of minerva in the wlf AND from olga and the besties !#LISTENNN I AM IN MOURNING......! and so is miss minnie! ILL NEVER FORGET U DEAR ! (it does mean shes available @ aj and alyssa hehe)#(and besties/mutuals ! more besties for the t*lou besties!!!! <3)#not me WHEEZING yesterday @ 3 am when it hit me like a TRUCK that minnies type in her f*allout and t*lou verses is old men AJHASBHXJS#h*ancock in f*allout and p*erry in t*lou GOOD FOR HER nksajnx#and at a point either in swansong or in a companion piece'll be olgie meeting logie <3 EXCITEDD#spitfire or trigger happy spitfire jksanknw tiny menace is another alias that would fit minnie kjnsakjnk <3#Viktor trying and failing gloriously by his GENIUS thinking if he switched the first letters of his first and last name nobody would find#his socials kjaskxw you nerd u ! my heart I LOVEHIM DEARLY#teehee shrieking about unas song and her card being the tower and her mbti SHRIEKING ABOUT HERR <3#her and vanna always on my heart always on my mind ! I LOVE THEM DEARLY#and once more we must shriek about mari and ash and their TALENT and these templates <3 ! YOU BOTH ARE TREASURES !!!!!!#kilian may totally not at all get a love interest of his own hehehe <3 AJ I AM SO SO LOOKING FORWARD TO WHAT U HAVE IN MIND FOR HIM <3#I am thinking for post!p*erry minnie maybe santo? or someone else? as theyve been longtime friends! it would be cute!
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You'll Taste Me Too! - G.S.
Synopsis. How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You donât - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, office AU, enemies to lovers, jealousy (Gojoâs side), FAKE DATING, PAST Naoya x reader, creampĂes, breĂ©ding, oraI (fem receiving), spĂtting, hot springs, cĂșmplay, DOWN BAD Satoru, tensĂon, heâs a bit mean, revenge on your ex, ambiguous office work, exhĂbitionĂsm, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 11.9k (this was supposed to be HALF that)
A/N. This type of annoying Gojo is always so fun to write, hope yâall have a great week <3
In all your three years as head of the marketing department, it wasnât any of the tight deadlines or the nervous interns that drove you crazy. Hell, it wasnât even the fact that the coffee maker in the break room only made tea.Â
No, the one thing you couldnât stand - the one thing that had you contemplating whether your transfer was really worth it - came in the form of the 6â3, cloudy-haired manchild who headed the sales department.Â
The one person whoâd made it his personal mission to toy with your sanity as soon as youâd stepped foot into the cleancut office of Jujutsu Enterprises.Â
The bane of your existence.Â
âGojo Satoru.â
âHuh?â you gape stupidly, and if this was any other time youâd have smacked yourself for the unprofessionalism.Â
Yaga nods gravely - almost sympathetic - as if he honestly couldnât fault you for your reaction. âYes, since this upcoming contract relies heavily on collaboration between the marketing and sales departments, Satoru here-â He nods at the tangle of long limbs thatâd been draped dramatically over the seat right next to you. â-will be accompanying you on your trip to KyotoâŠunfortunately.â
âWhat do you mean âaccompanyingâ-â
âThe fuck do you mean âunfortunatelyâ-â
Your supervisor heaves out a tired sigh over your flurry of protests, rubbing his temples, âLook, I wouldnât have picked out your ah- duo either. But as heads of department, you two are the best and brightest we have. And the board believes we can snag the infamous Gakuganji and his protegĂ© easily as clients with the combination of you both.âÂ
âBut-â you sputter out. âCanât I go with Nanami like I usually do? Surely heâs a better option than a pompous, no-good nepo-â
âAnd Iâd rather go alone.â Gojo cuts through smoothly, flashing a cocky wink your way. âSorry, sweetheart, but even my charm wonât be enough to stop you from scaring that client off.â
Fuck unprofessionalism. If looks could kill, the leveled glare you shoot the man at your side is enough to bury him six feet and have you dancing on his grave already.Â
You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. Now fully facing Gojo for the first time since youâd first entered Yagaâs stuffy office, âOh yeah, and arenât you the one that got reprimanded for sleeping through the last company meeting we had?â
âD-did not.â his cheeks tinge with a delicate strawberry pink.
âDid too.â
âDid not.â
âDid too.â you scoff, brows furrowing when you realize youâve inched just a bit closer than appropriate. Your knees knocking against his, yet you donât pull away out of stubborness. âWhat? Too embarrassed to admit your oh-so-great âcharmâ was in the pillows?â
Almost mockingly, heâs copying your posture, tight white shirt straining over those biceps he didnât hesitate to infuriatingly flex any time you came around. Minty breath wafting over your cheeks when he leans in to murmur lowly - just loud enough that Yaga wonât question, âNo, but you would be happy to know that it is in the sheets.â
You blink, though, you canât really be too surprised - of course, Gojo turns the conversation into something so filthy. He always does.
But before you can spit out a few venomous expletives you really would regret saying in front of Yaga, the man himself interrupts your argument with a pointed cough. âSince the chemistry is as lively as ever,â heâs deadpanning dryly. âI take it you both will be on your best behavior for these three days, and come back with a signed contract.â
Chemistry your ass.Â
And though heâs addressing you both, you feel a stab of smug satisfaction when Yagaâs gaze lock with an amused Gojoâs.Â
âMhm, of course weâll come back successful - how could you not with the star employee on this trip.â he motions airily in your direction. You stiffen, not expecting the compliment when- âAnd of course our cute resident hardass will be there, too.â
âYou little fu-â
âGreat!â Yaga claps his hands, a signal you knew meant to get the hell out of his office before he assigns more overtime. âItâs settled then, your tickets have been booked for tomorrow and I assume you both have been emailed the appropriate information?â
Nodding, you make your way to leave - and find that Gojo is waiting, glass door to the office held open for you. With a sharp click of your tongue, you bite down on whatever words come to your throat, barely out of the office before you hear a tired warning behind you, âAnd please donât try to kill each other, our insurance doesnât cover it.âÂ
When youâre both out in the hallway, Gojo flashes you a cocky smirk and an even cockier âYou heard the man.â Pointing at his unfairly pretty features - not that youâd admit that in a million years. âAfter all, my face is insured but whoâd want to hurt this handsome-â
âI could.â You interrupt, rolling your eyes. âEasily. And I would, too, if it wasnât for the fact that this job pays well.â Something you say every time he prances around in your department during breaks, bragging about how youâre âall bark but no bite.â
Satoru only chuckles, raising his hands up in surrender when you continue, âLetâs just get through these three days, ace the contract, and never speak of this again. Okay?â
To your surprise, heâs grabbing one of your hands with his much larger ones - soft, you gulp, noting involuntarily. âI like what goes on in that pretty lilâ brain of yours, silly girl. Then, letâs charm the asses off that dumbass client and the board of elders~â
Everyone in the office knew of the strange little dynamic between you two - found it to be the utmost entertainment they got in the workday. But you were damned if you let it mess up this contract.Â
If you two survived the entire three days, that is.Â
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You two were not surviving the entire three days - or the contract deal, for that matter. Hell, you couldnât even survive this first day.Â
âGojo I told you.â you squint at the glossy paper. âIt says platform eight. I know you canât see without those ugly sunglasses of yours but-â
A big arm comes up suddenly behind your shoulders, snatching the train ticket clean out of your hands. Gojo lets it rest there as he exclaims, âLet me see. Now, yâknow if this was me, Iâd have chosen Gran class. Ichiji in finances really skimped out buying these second class seats, gonna hafta have a word with him when we get backâŠâ
You narrow your eyes, frantically trying to push back that strange part of you that almost wanted to lean in closer to the hit of his piney, expensive cologne. âHave fun bullying him, you leech.â
To which he only responds with a syrupy giggle, âOh, donât worry.â And you let out a tiny gasp when he flicks your forehead softly. âYouâll be right there in first class with me. Even with that bratty attitude of yours, the ladies love those Gojo perks.â
âMhm explains why youâve been single for all three years I've had the misfortune of knowing you.â you hiss, eyes desperately darting about for directions to platform eight. You were going to get on this train - with or without him. Preferably without him.
So absorbed in your mission that if you didnât know any better, youâd have said that Gojoâs words were a pitch higher than normal when he retorts with a strangled, âS-so what? Keepinâ an eye on me, sweetheart?â
And you knew the two of you definitely looked like a peculiar sight - Gojoâs dangling off of you like a ragdoll, surrounded by the few comically large suitcases that were mainly his. So much for a three-day work trip. Your face burns at the few weary salary workers that gave the two of you a very wide berth while going about their daily commutes. Fuck, you couldnât even ask anyone for help at this point if you both looked at like some safety hazard.Â
âDid you find it?â You huff when the silence lingers a bit too long - jumping when you raise your head up to find his burning stare already inches away from you. âGod- I take it back, please keep those glasses on.â
âHey!â
Youâre digging your elbow into his side now, words stumbling over the other in a heated hurry, âAnd get- get off weâre gonna miss this-â
âIt really is you, huh?â
All at once, youâre reminded that strangely it isnât just the two of you causing ruckus in the middle of the Shinjuku station. Unfortunately.Â
Any and all previous irritation at Gojo wipes away, flooding back as full, unbridled rage when youâre tearing your eyes away from the nuisance beside you to look up and-
Oh.Â
Dammit, you knew youâd recognize that grating voice anywhere - and for the first time, it wasnât Gojoâs.
âNaoya.â
âYou.âÂ
Still didnât even have the decency to address you properly, huh? You bite your lower lip, unaware what to say next. But luckily you didnât have to - because Gojo is standing up straighter, features smoothing into a mask of cool appraisal when he sweeps his eyes down at the other man.Â
Finally, Naoya seems to notice him. Flickering quickly between the arm still firmly around your shoulder and his darkened stare. âAnd who are you?â
âCould ask ya the same thing, two-tone.â he smiles, though it doesnât reach his eyes. And you swear you could feel the soft pads of his fingers tightening, digging in through your silky work shirt. âWhat business do you have with us?â
Us - you didnât miss the emphasis.Â
Evidently, Naoya didnât either, because his tone turns into a low, dangerous simper as he continues. âWhat? Canât a man come up just to catch up with a fling?â
Gojoâs jaw clenches as he watches you register the word. Fling. Sure, after about a year of dating, the two of you didnât have the cleanest break up - with the constant fights and him wanting to uproot your life and dream career with his new job transfer. But still.Â
âOf course, he can.â Gojo raises a snowy brow, buttons on his shirt straining when he puffs his chest out ever-so-slightly. You canât help but notice that he has much more than a few inches on your ex. Gruffing out, âBut not when sheâs with her new boyfriend.â
Boyfriend?
You freeze the word running around over and over in your hazy mind - boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend-
âAnd trust me, sheâs long forgotten your sorry ass.â Youâre jolting back to reality only when you feel the slow, soothing glide of Gojoâs thumb at the exposed skin of your shoulder. He looks down at you with that familiar mirthful smile to say, âIsnât that right, my girl?â
âAh uh-â youâre mentally kicking yourself for not choosing to attend those acting lessons in college for extra credit. Coughing out what you hope to be a believable, âYeah, this is G-Satoru, my- my boyfriend.â
But your coworker takes it all in concerning stride, pulling you flush against his toned chest, rumbling with the muse of âMhm, and weâre very happy together.â You honestly feel like youâre about to fall weakly to your knees right then and there in the station when you feel the distinct pressure of two soft, plump lips grazing fleetingly at your forehead. Murmuring into your hairline, âGoing on a couplesâ trip to Kyoto this very moment, in fact.â
âI see.â Naoya levels out, and by the sharp glint in his eyes you already knew the gears on his head were turning. But before you could question him any further, the melodic voice of the railway announcer cuts through the tense air. âAh- thatâs me. And as pleasant as this reunion was, Kurama onsen doesnât wait.â Before clapping a hand on the shoulder of the uncharacteristically silent Gojo stood by your side, âI wish you the best with your relationship, sheâs only good the first few times after all.â His next words are cold and directed at you. âIâll text ya, if you still donât have me blocked, that is.âÂ
Saved by the train - and your fist gripping onto Gojoâs button-up, Naoya saunters to climb aboard the train currently entering the nearby platform.Â
Leaving the both of you in that whirling, unfamiliar silence. Gojoâs arm is still burning around your shoulder, your muscles still aching from stopping him from powerfully lunging after the other man.
You break first.Â
âWhyâŠwhy did you do that.â you mutter over the bustling crowds - more to yourself than him, so youâre surprised when he responds just as hastily.Â
âItâs just- Because he was a dick.â Gojoâs lips form a petulant pout. He decidedly avoids your probing eyes while he plows on, âAnd I should be the only one allowed to be a dick to you so donât get it twisted, silly girl.â
You scoff, before your eyes widen at where Noaya was boarding through the doors of the sleek bullet train, âWait- Gojo-â
âSatoru, think I deserve to be called âSatoruâ after that.â he grins irritatingly. âConsider it a payment since itâll kill ya to say it every time.â
âYes yes, S-Satoru-â you wave off, but you canât deny how easily the name rolls off your tongue. And distinctly, you wondered why you called most of your coworkers by first name, but never him before. âHeâs going to Kurama onsen.â
Gojo tilts his head, nose scrunching in confusion. âAnd?â
âWeâre going to Kurama onsen.â
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For all the disaster the first day had wrecked upon your sanity, you were thankful enough that neither of you were sat in the same area as Naoya. Barely even settling into your cushioned seat before putting on your headphones - and a sleeping mask for good measure so you couldnât be riled up by your coworker again.Â
Surprisingly he didnât try either. Only bothering you to share his snacks occasionally, and hog the arm space on your chair, electricity running down your skin every time he brushed up against you.Â
It was quiet, somehow neither of you minded.Â
âHah- are we- woah.â you gasp out after the short walk from the Kyoto station to your destination, an intricate wooden sign coming into view. Lugging your baggage with you - Gojo had insisted he carry it too as a show of strength, but you were sure itâs because he just wanted to give up halfway through and take a taxi instead. âItâs beautiful.â
âYeah yeah I get that a lot.â Gojo comes up behind you without warning, a sultry trickle of sweat trailing down his forehead to the forbidden depths of where heâd unbuttoned his shirt a few times. âBut usually itâs âgorgeousâ or âhot as hellâ or-â
âOh, shut up.â you breathe, ripping your eyes away and towards the reception. âGet your ass moving now, weâve gotta get checked in and form a game plan for the meeting.â
âThat eager to get me in a bed? Always knew ya had it in you, sweetheart.â Oh, he lets out a shiver at your blazingly dirty look. âI mean- yes, maâam.â
There arenât too many visitors, and you choose to do the talking when you walk up to the sweet older lady at the reception, having decided that Gojo has done way too much of that for today. Humming, âHi there, weâre here for two rooms reserved under the name âYagaâ?â
A few taps of her keyboard and sheâs flashing you a megawatt smile, âOh yes, youâre right on time!â Before getting up from her seat, âIâll be the one escorting the young couple to their honeymoon suite. Just this way-â
And while Gojo breezes past you without a single complaint, you stand frozen in the middle of the cozy wooden room. Reaching out a hand to sputter, âW-wait, surely there must be some mistake? Honeymoon suite?â
Gojo is close enough that he whispers something in her ear, and you already know it doesnât bode well for you at all.Â
âOh honey donât worry.â she flutters a flustered hand at you. âThereâs absolutely nothing wrong with having your dear boyfriend here spend a bit extra on a comfy suite. Either way, it has been booked for a while now and unfortunately nothing can be changedâŠâ
Forgetting yourself, you sneak a glance over at where she had left her desktop on. The tiny letters on screen confirming that yes, this reservation was under the name Yaga. And no, it wasnât a mistake that the room you were given was a honeymoon suite.Â
âGet your ass movinâ now.â Gojoâs voice snaps you out of your little reverie, sounding as if he was on the verge of bursting into laughter while he mocks your earlier words. He grins, âWhen life gives you lemons- or when Yaga gives you a honeymoon suiteâŠâ
---
âDibs not on the couch.â
âDibs not on the- wait, no.â Gojo huffs when youâre finally led to your sprawling room, and for all the scandal of it being a honeymoon suite, you have to admit that Yaga had great taste. âShouldnât you treat your boyfriend better?â
Youâre splaying yourself out on the plush mattress of the bed - the only bed, because of course the universe doesnât bestow you with a normal work trip. But god none of those cheap motels at the trips youâd gone on with Nanami or Shoko could ever compare to this.Â
Mindfully, you push away the rose petals decorating the silken sheets. âNot my problem.â Jutting a thumb towards the small private hot spring allocated for your room outside, âSleep in the onsen. Might wanna hurry though, itâs getting dark.â
âPlease?âÂ
âIâm kicking you out of this room altogether.â
âPretty please.â
You feel a rush of begrudging endearment at the way heâs batting his long lashes at you. Suddenly, youâre wondering whether this is why so many at the office canât get enough of Gojo - why everyone flocks to him as soon as he waltzes into your department for no apparent reason. Struggling to stand firm. âHasnât Nanami told you before that adding âprettyâ doesnât work?â
Grumbling, he sets down the bags, swiftly turning around to call out, âFine, but mâtakinâ a shower first, so you better keep any expensive shampoos away or mâstealing with no regrets.â
Mind dizzy with everything from today, itâs all you can do to shuffle through your bag for your laptop. Trembling fingers deciding that if you werenât going to think too deeply about this, might as well get some work done.Â
Itâs what you do for a while - to partial success - until youâre pulled out of your spiels of presentations and trying to keep Gojoâs script on subject by the sound of the running water stopping, and the bathroom door clicking open.Â
And lo and behold - there stood Gojo. Shirtless.Â
The very same asshole that would throw paper clips at you during meetings, and always finished off the last muffin in the break room he knew youâd been eyeing all day. Here he stood - all sharp hip bones and smooth curves of muscle that were always poorly covered by his work clothes.Â
Covering almost all of the bathroom doorway with his broad shoulders, speckled with glistening droplets of water that danced tauntingly down, down, down the sharp planes of his collarbones. Down his abs, and onto a trail of white, hidden by a fluffy white towel you have to force your eyes away from.Â
âPut some- put some clothes on. You- you-â youâre scrambling urgently for something near you, which unfortunately happened to be a soft cotton youâd pulled out from your bag earlier. â-you lecher.â
Wordlessly, Gojoâs stunned surprise breaks into a brilliant grin when he unfolds the canon of cloth youâd thrown his way. Humming, âYou call me a lecher, but youâre the one that wants to see me in your clothes, huh?â
And sure enough - it was. It was as if the universe was playing a practical joke on you because it was your favorite t-shirt, in fact, that ragged Bleach graphic held gently between Gojoâs long, pale fingers.Â
You choke out, hastily getting off the bed. âWait- I take it back.â
âI donât know.â Gojo teases, holding the t-shirt well over your head. And all you can do is frantically reach and swerve for it, each attempt dodged with a shit-eating grin. âYou get the bed, I get this ratty t-shirt, seems like a fair trade to me, no?â
âNo.â
Gojoâs face is hovering so close above yours, though, he still keeps the t-shirt safely away from you. âThen I guess this is fâme, silly girl.â
You groan, appreciating the way his breath catches in his throat when you hook an arm around his neck. Reeling him in so close while you still swipe, âNo, but what you are going to get is-â
What Gojo was going to get, he never finds out. Because in your frantic effort to steal back the t-shirt you so desperately didnât want in the hands of the bastard from sales, you donât pay attention to that slippery pool of water forming around you two from his half-assed attempts at drying off.Â
And before you know it, youâre lurching to the floor - you wince, arms held out to break your fall and-
It never happens.
Blinking your eyes open, the first thing youâre met with is what seems like miles upon miles of milky, smooth skin. Breathing in such a heady scent, itâs probably what makes your mind so melty when the realization hits you - a little too late - that youâre being held against Gojoâs chest.Â
His painfully bare chest.Â
âSatoru?â you breathe. Pawing at where you could feel his racing heartbeat, thumping so painfully against one of his pecs. âAre- are you okay?â
That gets you a hot laugh into your neck, followed by a long, drawn-out shudder that sends shivers down your spine. Through laughs, he manages to grit out, âYouâre asking me that?â
He sounds surprised - relieved almost. Such a tender note in his tone at the lack of usual taunting in your words.Â
Gojo lets you go - barely, still keeping two strong arms locked around your waist like he was afraid even the slightest distance could have you in danger all over again. âYou can take the t-shirt.â He breathes, picking up the damp fabric now fallen onto the floor and pressing it into your palms. âIâm more of a Naruto guy anyway. And you can take the bed, I was jok-â
âYou can take it.âÂ
âWhat? No-â
âYou can.â you cut him off, giving a sidelong glance at the cramped couch tucked into a corner of your suite. Again, youâre drinking in all of him, how tall he was. How warm. How heâd probably have half his body dangling off the side of the cushions, âWe can- I mean we can share. Weâre adults, right? Wouldnât want you complaining about a sore back during the contract talks anyway.â
âWorrying about me, sweetheart?âÂ
âNo.â you scowl, pushing him away. âNow excuse you, but I have to use the bathroom since someone was hogging it earlier.â
And if youâd waited just a moment longer - maybe peaked your head out instead of scurrying inside as fast as your legs carried you - youâd have noticed that Gojo was still standing there. A fist clenched at where his heart was, face as pink as those blooming sakura outside.Â
---
You didnât sleep that night. Not one bit.Â
It might partially have to do with the fact that your bed was invaded by one very gangly asshole sprawling himself all over the pillow wall youâd constructed. Or maybe to do with the aching discomfort in your joints after moving to sleep on the hard couch after only a few minutes of him getting knocking out.Â
âGood morning~â Gojoâs sing-song voice rings through your verging murderous thoughts on the second day. âThe sun is shining, my skin is glowing and-â His bleary eyes lock on your hunched figure across the room, looking genuinely confused as to how you got here. â-youâre on the couch?âÂ
âYeah. Considered taking ya out in your sleep but then I realized the contract would be in jeopardy.â
He whines, âIâve- Iâve never had anyone complain before.â
âThey probably ran away before that.â you nod solemnly over his sputtering complaints. Stretching, content with the pop of your bones. âDonât look at me like that, it wasnât that bad.â
You look away when Gojo mimics your actions, sleep shirt lifting to reveal a sliver of white tufts at the hem of his boxers. He pouts, sulky eyes still locked on you, âBut still, shouldâve kicked me out. I wouldâve expected you to instead of taking that shitty couch. Seems like something that guy would do.â
Your heart pangs - just a bit - and you let out a sharp laugh, âFine, Iâll kick you out tonight. Maybe.â Itâs genuine, it really is, and in the growing silence all Gojo can manage to do is fall back into your little familiar dance of teasing.
âGoing soft on me? Yâknow itâs usually the ladies crawling into my bed not out of it-âÂ
âOh fuck you. I take it back, I will kick you out of the room itself. Have fun sleeping in the onsen, you smug bastard.â
He squawks in protest when you throw a cushion at him. Several, actually, just for good measure. âMercy, woman! Iâm delicate!â
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
When Gojo falls back into the comfort of the silky soft sheets, you heave out a sigh. Making your way to the sliding doors, still fully expecting a flustered employee telling you that this was all a mistake and of course, you two werenât booked for the honeymoon suite.Â
âYes?â you answer, eyes widening when you spot that familiar man in front of you. âWhat are you doing here?â
âOh god, itâs you.â Naoya spits, gaze heating up. âOf course, I shouldâve known itâs you and that idiot boyfriend of yours makinâ so much noise next door.â
Great. Perfect. Wonderful. As if this trip couldnât get any better.Â
You pinch your nose, echoing hollowly, âWhat do you want?â
âExactly that. Donât make so much noise, neighbor. I donât care what limp dick heâs giving you-âÂ
âIs that all?â you ask dryly, fully knowing thereâs more heâs just aching to hurl at you. Before tucking yourself further behind the door, âIf thatâs all then I hafta go back to that âlimp dickâ.â
âWhatâs this about limp dick?â Goosebumps run along your arms when you feel something soft - hot - push up from behind you. From the corner of your eye, you spy a long milky hand flex as Gojo - shirtless - cages you in the doorway, âBecause it sure canât be mine then. Wonât you agree, my girl?â
Your face burns at the knowing wink Gojo throws your way, barely managing to hasten, âUh- yeah.â
âShe doesnât sound very convinced.â Naoya narrows his eyes at your minute expressions, knowing you uncomfortably well after so long. âGuess sheâs been missing a real man, huh?â
He scoffs, and you gulp heavily when soft lips kiss a gentle trail up the side of your neck, âWell whoâs the one thatâs been makinâ her scream all morninâ?â Gojo tilts his head innocently, blatantly showing off a ruddy splotch from where youâd attacked him with a cushion earlier, the zipper leaving a suspicious mark. âLike I said at the train station, she can make her own choices and sheâs long forgotten your sorry ass so donât even try it, you two-toned little bastard.â
Wrapping a possessive arm around your waist, youâre easily tugged back into the safety of your suite - and into Gojoâs sculpted front. You donât push him away as your immediate thought was to, the feeling was right - too right.
âSatoru?â you hiss once the door is slammed shut.
âHm?â he whispers hotly into the crook of your neck.Â
Still pressed up so close that you can feel the surge and dip of his chest when he breathes you in deeply. âWhy are you shirtless?â
âUh- did I ever tell you I was a method actor, sweetheart?â
---
Unfortunately, despite being in one of the most picturesque hotspots that Kyoto had to offer, a work trip - especially one with such a high profile client and his protegĂ© - meant that the two of you spent most of the day cooped up in your room, typing away on your laptops.Â
âUgh, this sucks.â Gojo groans for about the seventh time this hour. Running a hand tiredly through his hair, âAre you always such a hardass about contracts like this? Honestly, I canât even feel my legs and it is not in the good way-â
âYou pussy.â you grumble as you chug down another can of coffee, eyes flickering to the clock at the end of the room reading 11:00PM. âYou donât see me complaining.âÂ
He only scoffs, âOf course ya wouldnât complain, this shit probably gets you off. But unfortunately for those of us that have lives-âÂ
You click your tongue, rubbing the oncoming headache that always seems to appear when youâre near Gojo. âYeah, because talkinâ out of your ass and being a public nuisance is such a great life.â
âCâmon now, I see you picking at that blanket - my blanket, by the way - like it insulted your entire bloodline. Youâre not slick, you wanna get outta here too.â At your pointed silence, heâs kicking his legs in the air, very much the toddler you knew him to be. âThatâs- thatâs it I canât-â
Before you can react, Gojo is barrelling through the sliding doors of your suite. Long legs carrying up the short pathway that led to that private hot spring.
Youâre following him before you realize it, âWhat- what are you- oh!â
You couldnât cover your eyes fast enough. Being gifted with a brief, obscene eyeful of pale skin - leading all the way down his naked back, and even further when he cannonballs straight into the pool of water.Â
Shit, maybe this was why the others at the office loved him so much.Â
And it was hard not to understand it when Gojoâs drenched head poked out from under the hot water. White strands plastered to his forehead, a blush creeping down his skin at the head, looking at you with slightly-red, damp eyes that only seemed bluer through the steam.
âYeah yeah I know I didnât rinse before and I know I didnât finish our project yet but-â he grins a grin that you donât think you could ever forget. And you donât know whether how hot you feel is from the onsen or him. Reaching out a soaked, strong arm towards you. â-wonât you help me get out?â
You startle, clearly not having expected this request. Narrowing your eyes suspiciously as you inch closer, âGet out?â He nods eagerly, fingers intertwining softly with yours. âFine but-â
Whatever scream you mightâve let out is swallowed up by water- then air.Â
Then more very deserved yelling, of course. âSatoru what the fuck-â Your nails dig into his deltoids, sure to leave some very questionable marks but you didnât care at this moment. Wiping away the water in your face while he holds you up easily, âIâm gonna kill you.â
âYeah yeah, canât kill me when youâre clinging to me like this, sweetheart.â Gojo rolls his eyes, but he makes no move to push you off. In fact, he only tightens the arm around your hips. âYou looked like you needed that, the 8 hours of straight working like Yaga was havinâ you act like him.â
Somehow, you donât feel strange about the fact that youâre being pushed up against a very painfully naked Gojo. Living out what is probably the wet dream for about half the office.
He notices, of course he does.Â
âTrynna take a peek?â Gojo wiggles his brows. And when youâre trying to hide away behind your hands, he nuzzles them away, arms a bit too occupied holding you captive. Sighing dramatically, âNo need to be shy, many people do. I donât mind of course, ah the woes of being fucking hot.â
Gasping, âFuck you.â Unbeknownst as to why, youâre laughing. Contemplating whether you should really give him a good kick down below when you choke out, âYouâre an asshole, yâknow?â
âI know.â he smiles. âNâ yet you still havenât drowned me.â
âI really fuckinâ hate you.â
Why could you really fucking kiss him right now?Â
âI know.â
The moment is broken only a few seconds later by some ungodly screeching you recognize to be none other than your beloved exâs from next door. Yelling about âShut the fuck up, if youâre gonna have onsen sex Iâm calling the front lobby.â
âWhat? Canât a man fuck his girl in peace?â Gojo shouts back. âShut up just because your puny dick canât get some, two-tone.â
That broke whatever magical spell was put on the two of you, obviously. And you were the first to run back to the suite - leaving Gojo and his nakedness alone. Very, very alone.Â
He takes a bit longer to follow you, and youâre already freshened up and in bed by the time he makes his way to the bathroom - with clothes this time, fortunately for your sanity.Â
Only a few minutes later, heâs nestling right next to you on the bed. You gasp in a sharp inhale at the heat of his proximity, mere millimeters away from you now.Â
âGood work today, by the way.â Gojo gruffs out to your turned back, quiet words carrying over that ridiculous extra-vaulted wall of pillows, padded up with ones from the couch, too. Silver tongue stumbling over his words slightly, âFor how much I complained I didnât get to tell ya. You and I - mainly I - are gonna ace that contract tomorrow.â
Thereâs no taunting in his tone, not one bit. And you surprise the both of you when you murmur out shakily, âIâm worried.â
âHuh?â he chokes in disbelief. âListen, I know I slept through that meeting one time, but I swear it was only one time. Iâm aâŠsomewhat changed man, I promise I wonât-â
âNot that.â
He pauses at your interruption. All is quiet - only the chirping of crickets outside, and the steamy buzz of nearby hot springs.Â
And for the first time in the twenty-something years Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc upon this Earth, he is rendered speechless. Wordlessly picking apart your wall of pillows - one by one, as if to give you more than enough time to stop him - to loop two strong arms around you.Â
âShut up.â he breathes. âYouâll do brilliant, silly girl.â
---
Gojo remembers the exact date he met you - probably the exact time, too. Honestly, even three whole years after that initial meeting, he canât remember anything but that, if you asked him to recall a single meeting held that week then Gojo honestly wouldnât have been able to tell you.Â
It was a regular day spent driving poor Nanami over in the marketing department dangerously close to his fifth migraine of the day.
âYou know I know Iâm a valuable asset to this company Nanamin.â he chuckles, looking over where the other man was readying a sparkly Welcome! banner. âBut this is all too much even for me~â
âItâs not for you.â Nanami spits, curtly. Barely sparing Gojo a glance before readying the welcome muffins, âItâs for the new head of department arriving soon today.â
And oh that piqued his interest like never before. That had all thoughts of the meeting he was currently missing flying out the window as he wondered what you would be like. Swiping away a few of those tempting muffins right out of Ichijiâs hands, he wonders. Would you be another Ichiji? Would you try and keep him under your thumb like Yaga? Hah, you could try but-
âLook I donât know if the sales department doesnât have food but, really?âÂ
What?
A shudder wracks through the oh-so-great Gojoâs body at the sound of your cool, firm tone turning to meet the source and-
Oh. Oh wow. So thatâs what itâs like to have your soul impaled and buried six feet under.
It was sort of addicting.
And if Gojo thought his knees were weak at just a gorgeous glare from you - well, he was completely and utterly unprepared for when he leaned in closer to where you stood firmly. Shielding a pale, trembling Ichiji. And, honestly, with a death stare like that you couldnât blame a guy for getting nervous! Itâs all he could do to hum out a cocky, âWhat? Want some, sweetheart?â
âSweetheart? What I want is you out of my department.â you furrow your brows. âNow.â
Itâs all thatâs said before youâre dragging him by his hand out - and, shit Gojo is so riveted by how soft your hands are that he almost forgets to be offended by the way the entire marketing department just watches and giggles at the scene playing out before them. Traitors.
You push him out of the door, âI better not see you coming back to toy with my new employees-â Heavy gaze flickering down to his name tag. â-Gojo.â
Ah, truly a woman of his dreams.Â
And it honestly still felt like a dream even now - especially now - when youâre stood in front of him on the third day in Kyoto. Fingers messing meticulously with your hair as you check your reflection in the mirror, smoothing down your new red dress. âGod, I hope it isnât too much. How do I look?â
Perfect, he wants to say.Â
But instead he nudges your shoulder in the booth of your seat, settling for an obnoxious, âAlright, not as good as me, though.â Gojo takes delight in the way you give his arm a punch, smile a lot easier than before now.Â
âAs if, you canât even tie this properly. Here-â your fingers fiddle deftly with his slightly crooked tie. âFixed it, you big baby.â
He grins, âIf you wanted to get your hands on me then you shouldâve- oh wait you already have, havenât you? I remember that someone bypassed her own lilâ pillow wall last night.â
âShut up.â you give him a tight warning. âTheyâre here.â
Honestly, there was only one thing worse than seeing old Gakuganji - that is, the sight of his sniveling protegĂ© following him right after. Except-Â
âTwo-tone?âÂ
âY-you!â
Thereâs a tense silence between the three of you in the exquisite onsen dining hall, one that almost makes you want to jump up and bolt back to your room because this canât be real. Surely, this canât be-
âI see the three of you are already acquainted?â Gakuganjiâs strained, aged voice cuts through your whirlwind of thoughts. âSit, sit, Naoya. That only makes things easier.â
As a fuming Naoya and an oblivious Gakuganji take their seats in front of the two of you, you feel the undeniable pressure of long, warm fingers squeezing your own. Reassuring. And it makes you flash the two men your best, most polished business smile, âSo, about the contract.â
---
âIâm going to throw up.â
âSatoru.â
âNo, I will throw up. And that will not be good for my reputation.â
âSatoru, if you throw up Iâm beating your ass.â
He narrows his eyes at your heated whisper, matching you with a low, âDamn keep it for the bedroom sweetheart. We still hafta wait till Gakuganji comes back with his decision.âÂ
âAhem!â
Itâs that annoyed, grating faux cough that drags you and Gojo out of your little world - back to reality in which no, unfortunately while your primary client has gone off to take an important business call regarding your contract, you were left to babysit his protegĂ©.
âYes, Naoya.â you give him a dry grin. It was nearing well into late night at this point, and most of the other visitors had cleared out except for the reserved table you were sitting in. âDo you want to be beat up, too?â
He only points an accusing finger at the two of you, âDonât play games with me you hear. Iâve already got you figured out, coming here on a business trip and dating your coworker all the same-â Both you and Gojo raise a brow at this, what an idiot. â-you two will be fired for this.â
You catch Gojoâs eye and try not to burst out laughing, âAs if. And trust me, I wouldnât be here if I knew that you were Gakuganjiâs new protegĂ©.â
âNot because the guy you have to be here with is the same one you told me you hated back then?â he spits. âHonestly, youâd have been better off with me than this âpompous, no-good nepo baby assholeâ as you loved to put it.â
And you knew that Gojo was aware of your little rivalry - hell, he was an active participant, more than happy to rile you up every time. But that still didnât stop you from tensing up when you spared a glance at the man beside you.Â
Surprised to see that unapologetic smirk on his face, âOf course she did.â Looking down at you with what you swore was such unimaginably deep fondness in his eyes. âI probably imagine she told you all the funny ways she wanted to get back at me, too? Banning me from the marketing department? Holding an anti-Gojo campaign? Strangling?â Gojo takes Naoyaâs shocked silence as enough of an answer, âGuess what, she did hate me, probably still canât stand me. Very understandably so, because sheâs hot as fuck when sheâs mad.â
Despite his furrowed brow and the angry slash of his mouth, Naoya canât stop himself from blurting out, âW-well how did you-â
âWe fuck it out, of course.â
And perhaps for the one time on this entire trip, the universe smiles down at you. You find yourself sighing in relief at the sight of Gakuganji nearing your table, evidently done with his phone call. Thank fuck, you werenât ready for a fight to break out and this dress was too expensive to ruin.Â
âSeems you three are getting along well.â the old man drones out, and by the tone of his voice you genuinely canât tell whether he was joking or not. Turning towards you and Gojo, âWell, after that very thorough presentation and careful consideration with the board at our Kyoto branch, we have all come to a unanimous decision.â You wait with bated breath for his next few words, âWhere do we sign?â
Naoya stands in his seat, âBut- but, sir.â He cringes, as furious as the last time youâd seen him a year ago. âYou canât sign off on this deal- not with these scumming, absolute little shits.â
âNaoya.â Gakuganjiâs voice carries a warning. âYou are dismissed.â
Ah, Gojo chuckles inwardly, exactly where he wanted him.Â
It seemed like a blur after that - a blur of signed contracts and Gojo making faces at an ashen-faced Naoya behind Gakuganjiâs back, of being told that the two of you simply âmust visitâ their offices in Kyoto one day - much to your exes absolute torture. To which Gojo had replied with a smug, âOf course, my girlfriend and I will. Wonât we, sweetheart?â Just loud enough that Naoya - whoâd been banned to a nearby table - could fume over.Â
And itâs how you found yourself pulling a giggly Gojo by his lapels back to your suite, hasty and desperate. Tripping over one another as you stumble in.Â
âEasy there on the merchandise, sweetheart.â he jests, but it sounds so strained even to him. âCanât break our streak and kill each other on the last day now, can we?â
Your laughter dies down, âHey, Satoru?â
âOh noâŠâ
âWhy did you call me your girlfriend even at the end back then?â
His brows scrunch up, pleading almost. He chokes out, âJust- you- I just-â Flicking a calculated finger right in the middle of your forehead, âYou think too much, did you know that? Hate to see this pretty face like this, did you see his reaction?â
âOh my god yes did you see his face, Satoru?â youâre pressing him against the wall to steady yourselves. Feeling so drunk off the evening and him. âNaoya looked like he was going to explode right then and there. We did so good.â
âWhat did I tell, ya? I always know everything, silly girl.â Two big arms wrap around yours in a congratulatory hug - or, at least, what you think is a congratulatory hug. And if his palms dip just a bit lower than your waist - if this was just a bit inappropriate - neither of you say anything. âMhm. Donât even know what you dated that fool in the first place, heâs not even in your league.âÂ
You scoff, âGee thanks.â
âNo no, not in that way, donât ever think in that way, stupid.â A long index comes up to tilt your chin up to meet his greedy gaze. âYouâre too gorgeous for him. Besides, he spoke like a man who couldnât even find the clit.â
âWell- he did find it.â you relish in that deepening furrow of Gojoâs brow, the way the muscles in his jaw tick just right. âBut wanna hear a secret?â Those soft baby hair at the nape of his neck raise when youâre whispering in his ear, barely even waiting for his dazed nod. âHe still never made me cum.â
â...Never?â
âNever.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, one. Two.Â
Shit.Â
Youâd long expected Gojoâs smart mouth to make some kind of insulting joke by now. And youâre halfway through wondering whether youâd overshared too much, untangling your arms from his vice-like embrace before-
âI would.â he rasps, breaths ragged. Youâre tilting your head in confusion when he repeats cockily, âI wouldâve made you cum, yâknow. How could I not?â
Thereâs a snarky little part of you that makes you quick a brow, a sultry smirk playing on your lips. âIs that an offer?â
Gojoâs arms loop around you tight - almost too tight, you could almost hear your poor bones popping in protest. âItâs a promise.â
Oh thatâs all you wanted to hear right about now. And he can fucking see the goosebumps that make their way down your exposed shoulders, he can practically hear that syrupy sweet tone that was really not good for his sanity.Â
âProve it, Satoru.â
His lips are crashing against yours like theyâre magnetized - and itâs nothing like what youâd imagine kissing Gojo Satoru wouldâve been like. Nothing suave, shallow. Itâs sloppy, a mess of teeth and lips and his tongue tasting every inch of your candied lips like he couldnât get enough. Like he didnât even want to breathe for fear of losing out on your pretty mouth.Â
âFuck-â Gojo hisses, delicate strings of spit snapping as he pulls away ever-so-slightly to take in the delicious sight of you all glossy eyed with swollen lips. âFuck youâre so beautiful. You donât know how long Iâve wanted this.â
Kissing you over and over like he couldnât get enough. Like he didnât want to get enough, youâre moaning when Gojo slips his tongue past the seam of your lips. Addicted to the distinct taste of him and those cheap cherry lollipops you always caught him sucking on in the break room.
Heâs drawing back in a way that has him drinking in your soft noises, big palms kneading your body over your dress.Â
âSa- Sato-â youâre gasping out when he flips you over to press you up against the wall. Assaulting your bruised lips with heated peck after peck. âWhat do you- mean-â
He groans, lips moving to kiss down the quivering column of your throat, âShut up- Just shut up and kiss me. God, for how much I love that mouth of yours, you talk way too much, sweetheart.â
And that was really rich coming from him - but you donât get to snark back at him. Because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that Gojo decides heâs had enough of playing nice - that is, if he was in the first place.Â
Immediately fiddling towards that cold metal zipper in the back, gliding down the red fabric right along with your bra- shit, when did he even unclip it?
âYou-â you sputter, the cool chill of the bedroom pebbles your sensitive nipples. The dawning feeling that this absolute thorn at your side might be much more than just talk has your thighs pressing together. Leveling him with a narrow look, âYou are such a whore, arenât you?â
He flashes you a sheepish grin, large palms groping your tits. âWould ya believe me if I told you it was from how many times Iâd imagined this before?â
âAbsolutely not.â
This earns you a sharp smack! gifted onto the fat of your ass, the five pads of Gojoâs fingers burning onto where your dress was hiking up.Â
âAlways need to talk back, donât you?â he spits, shoving a knee between your two legs. Such an innocently handsome grin splashing across his face at the soft moan you let out, grinding purposefully against that damp mound of your needy cunt. âWhy wonât you ever hah- believe me?â He has one hand shoving your dress down, down, down. The other dragging your sloppy hips down his muscled thigh, âYou wanna hear a secret? Stick your tongue out fâme like a good girl now, sweetheart.âÂ
And oh you wanted to fight back. To outright refuse to comply so brattily, but itâs all you can do to nod blearily, feeling so fucking dirty with the way youâre letting your tongue loll out. Whining when Gojo smushes your cheeks together into an obscene pucker, into the perfect target for him to spit once. Twice.Â
âYeah, take it- thatâs my girl. A secret for a secret, right?â Gojo smiles so darkly, swiping away that thick splatter of syrupy saliva dredged up on the corner of your mouth. Intentional, of course. His words are low but clear, unable to have you mistaking them for anything else when he says, âThat time I slept through the whole meeting? Wasnât sleepinâ.â He bites down on your earlobe, licking lightly. âSâjust, I happened to see that cute new skirt you were wearing that day, it was so short- so fuckinâ tight. Couldnât bear to show my face, not after Iâd just spent the past few hours with my hand wrapped around my cock, wondering all the sweet things I could do to you in it.â
Youâre gasping, âYouâre so fucking filthy.â
âYeah yeah.â he purrs, toying with the hem of your now dress, the red cloth now dangling somewhere at your thighs. âAnd donât pretend youâre not just as dirty, hardass. Actinâ all prudish when ya dress like this underneath.â
As if to prove his point, the back of one of his fingers is gliding across where your lacy black panties were peeking out. Groaning at the sopping wet fabric, âYeah, just as dirty as I thought.â
With his little hypothesis confirmed, itâs all that Gojo has to do to pick you up with one arm hooking under your already trembly thighs. Youâre keening when he plants another solid smack on the fat of your ass, âSatoru!â
âOhh, I love that. Say it again.â he murmurs, walking slowly to the edge of your shared bed. Savoring that feeling of your drooling cunt seeping through to paint a small dark patch on his suit. âI said, say it again.â
All it takes is another harsh slap against your ass, and a honeyed drag of Gojoâs name for him to splay you out like some slut on the soft silken sheets. You find yourself pulling him back by his broad shoulders when he takes the moment to admire just how gorgeous you looked. Even better than any daydream that mind of his could think of.Â
âSa-toru-â you mewl, and he only licks his lips as if in a daze. Not knowing where to look - at that needy, already-cockdrunk glaze over your eyes, at the way your flimsy dress wrapped around the plush of your thighs, at that glistening little patch on the plump mound of your cunt. So mouthwatering. âSatoru- Sa- Toru!â
That makes him snap out of his little hypnosis. âWhat did you call me?â he breathes.Â
You bat your lashes deceivingly innocently up at him, âSato-â
âNo.â heâs cutting you off, Adamâs apple bobbing with the heavy gulp he takes. Thumbing at your puffy lips as if to drag the same words out of you - have them going straight to his achy cock once more. âThat other one. Donât play stupid with me, silly girl, you know exactly what Iâm talking about.âÂ
Oh, you did.Â
And youâre feeling the way your dripping pussy clenches with anticipation when you whine out that little nickname once more. âToru, please.â Adding a little flair to have Gojoâs rosy lips fall into a soft oh! choking on a ragged low hiss when a hand of his subconsciously goes down to squeeze his bulging erection.Â
âOh yes, mâname sounds so fuckinâ cute on your lips.â he groans. The sheets below you two rustling with movement when he shuffles urgently downwards, âSounds so fucking good it makes me wanna-âÂ
RIP!
â-know if she sounds it out just as pretty as you.â
Youâre still reeling from the tatters of what remained of your favorite red dress being thrown unapologetically onto the tatami mats below. Huffing in irritation, âSatoru, if youâre ngh- dead if you donât replace that-â
Heâs shutting you up with another quiet smack onto your heated skin - this time at your shamefully spread inner thighs, the edges of his padded fingers just barely touching on your swollen folds. âYeah yeah, Iâll buy ya the whole fuckinâ store if I have to.â Before hovering so close you could feel every hitch of his hot breath on your beading cunt, âAnd mâgonna make it so you donât dare call me that again.â
You donât have a response to that - and anything you mightâve taunted back is being knocked out of your mouth. The only thing leaving it being slurred little whimpers of Gojoâs name when he licks a long, languid stripe up your puffy slit.Â
âOh, look at that.â he chuckles. Pushing apart your thighs to get a nice greedy look at every drop of your sweet sweet juices glistening in the dim lighting. âThink sheâs more mouthy than you, if thaâs even possible, heh.â
His long, eager tongue is slurping up every syrupy drop of your slick. Again. And again. And again and again and-
âFuck- Toru.â your fingers find their way weaving into his soft strands when the very tip of his soft tongue finds its way just past your folds. Arching your spine off the plush bed needily like some slut, âNeed you to- hngh- go deeper.â
The only response youâre getting is a sultry, smug grin being spread across your pussy lips. Feeling everything from the quirk of his cupidâs bow, to that dimple at the edge of Gojoâs smirk, âKnew you were needy, but this- this is fucking amazing.â
âGuess youâre all bark no bite, huh?â you pout, voice teetering into teasingly whiny. And oh how you love the way that wipes all the cockiness from Gojoâs face. âEven Naoya was able to actually eat me out the way I-â
Itâs like it killed him to hear those goading words from you - and something snaps before heâs shoving that pretty face of his back nose-deep into your addictive pussy.Â
Slotting his tongue up and down your hot slit. Up and down up and down up and-
âF-fuck, oh Toru-â you squeal when he wastes no time pushing past that snug little ring of resistance to reach deep into your gummy walls. Barely even giving you any warning - Gojoâs eyes roll to the back of his head at how sinfully tight you were squeezing him. âShit how are you in so deep-â
And that petty, petty little part of him doesnât answer, instead gliding up a determined thumb up to draw methodical circles on your throbbing clit. Fast. So so sloppy with the way he was letting your juices dribble past his knuckles, his wrist, forming a glossy sheen all the way down to the sheets. Matching the ruthless cadence of the way he was fucking your ravaged cunt the way he wished he could do with his rock-hard cock right now.Â
âAh!â you gasp, when one swipe of his tongue sends jolts of pure white-hot pleasure running up your spine. And thatâs all Gojo has to hear before heâs attacking your hidden sweet spot over and over. âF-fuck sâtoo good. Fuckinâ hate how your big mouth is- ngh- so good at this-â
That causes a husky rasp of laughter to bubble its way out of Gojoâs throat, and heâs pinning your wildly bucking hips down with one arm. âDonât you dare run away now. Youâre so cute when youâre cockdrunk and truthful like this, silly girl.â
The vibrations have you moaning out a feverish Toru! Toru! Toru! louder than ever, wrenching out of you with every crash of his soft tongue against your sensitive spots. Every harsh swivel on your clit, just harder on the tip, softer at the curve.Â
âYeah- yeah yeah yeah, say my name like that.â he gasps, spitting out hissy profanities into your velvety walls. You were squeezing him so tight it was almost difficult to bully his tongue into your plushy walls. To keep up his mean staccato - but fuck, it didnât matter if his fingers were cramping up, it didnât matter if his tongue was getting tired. Because Gojo Satoru was one stubborn man. âLouder-â
âT-Toru!â
âNo no,â youâre jolting at the feeling of something cool and glossy hitting your cunt in a harsh glob. Gojo barely wastes any time thumbing his spit in to mix with the mess made down below, letting your ears ring with such obscene squelches that have your cheeks burning. âHear this, sweetheart?â As if thereâs anything else you could hear, heâs pulling out those sultry sounds from you. âSheâs louder than you, nâ that makes me so sad-â You fuck up further and further into Gojoâs tongue, eyes locked with his down in his favorite position between your legs. â-my girl can be ah- loud fâme, right? Say my name, say it so the whole fuckinâ onsen hears.â
âToruââ
Heâs taunting you in that same honeyed tone, âLouder.â Murmuring even deeper into your cunt, âCâmon, louder. Tell it to me.â
âToru! Fuck- m-close-â Itâs probably the last understandable sentence youâre managing to moan out before you finally cum. Wave after wave of such filthy pleasure hitting you, itâs all you can do to tighten your grip on his hair. Angling and using leverage to grind your hips down deeper, jolting with every flick of his tongue sending stars behind your eyelids. And Gojo, satisfied, shuts up to let you ride his face through your high. Using him, just dragging your sloppy pussy all over his tongue, his mouth. Over and over.
âJusâ a bit more-â you hear him whisper out so sweetly over your ringing ears. Suddenly, your limp hands fall to the sides of that drenched pool youâve made. And yet Gojo is still going, still meshing his bruised lips so messily against your own, making out with your cunt in a way that has him so depraved. âJust some more, pretty girl- you taste so addictive.â
Big fat tears of overstimulation prick at your eyes, and youâre sobbing out, âW-wait- fuck mâtoo sensitive for that.â
âYou can handle it, youâre a big- fuck- a big girl, arenât ya?â he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head with every taste of your pussy. Surging forwards despite the hold you have on his hair, âHold on- just want a bit more- you donât know how long-â
The pout heâs giving you once you have to just drag him away like a man starved, fighting against the grip you have on him.Â
But oh Gojo looks so pretty, cloudy bangs pulled back to reveal his delicately blushing face, lips painted in a glossy sheen of your slick. Slobbering down, down, down to glisten across the bottom half of his face. Looking so bruised with how greedy he was, almost the same color as those cherry lollipops he loved so much. And his eyes - fuck, his eyes - glassy and half-lidded, hazy with a sheen that told you he was already completely and utterly pussydrunk out of his sanity.Â
âToruâŠâ you start, unable to tear your eyes away from the way he moans at the mere sound of your voice. âYour turn.â
Itâs a long endeavor to get rid of Gojoâs pants - or, at least thatâs what it feels like.Â
Hooking a still-shaky leg over his toned waist, youâre slamming his muscular frame down onto the mattress. Buttons hitting the floor when you all but tear his overpriced button-up off - because, really, itâs not you two if one of you doesnât get your revenge somehow.
âThese- these damn belts.â you scoff, too-eager fingers fumbling with the metal latches of Gojoâs belt. âWhy does it have to have so many-â
âYouâre so cute when youâre eager this way, silly girl.â heâs cupping the side of your face. Free hand easily unbuckling his belt, and the heady metallic sounds are enough to have your cunt so needy. âLike this-â
Youâre gasping when he finally takes his formal dress pants off - along with those uselessly precum-soaked boxers. Sticky and leaving a lewd trail of glossy down his milky, sculpted thighs.Â
And oh if you thought Gojo was pretty before then he was a fucking masterpiece right now. All tall, lean muscle that rippled with every minute movement. Curves and dips of sculpted skin being accentuated so perfectly against the dim lightning in your suite.Â
So infuriating at how that couldnât give you a better look at his massive, swollen length. So long and girthy, hefty where his fat head was leaking silky precum all over his abs. Such a delicate pink matching his lips at the head, dancing down, down his thick, prominent veins to those tufts of soaked white at his sharp pelvis. Fuck, he was so big - could you actually take him?
Wrapping your soft palm around Gojoâs furiously throbbing fast, youâre letting him coat you hand in a sinful sheen. And you canât help but wonder what heâd taste like, too-
âHold on right there, my dirty girl.â your slowly dipping head is tilted firmly by Gojo. âAs much as hngh- fuck youâre squeezing me so tight- as much as this has been fuck- all Iâd dreamt of since that office ice cream party. I just know mâgonna cum as soon as you put that smart mouth on me, sweetheart.â Heâs kissing gently at your lips, sucking on your lower lip. âAnd I just know youâre never gonna fuckâ let me live that down.â
You smirk, âNot gonna live that ice cream party thing, either, Toru.â
âHe flashes you such a devilish smile, steadying your hips to straddle him messily. Spreading your legs on either side of his weepy tip. âOh, fuck off.â
You hiss when youâre feeling the hot kiss his head is planting on your sensitive pussy lips, âFuck you.â
âNo.â Gojo chuckles, powerful thighs curling up to plant his feet on the mattress. Waiting. Anticipating. âIâm fucking you-â
Itâs barely even a warning - laughable, really - how thatâs all heâs gifting you with before bullying the very tip of his fat cock into your snug cunt in a sloppy hit.Â
He groans, eyes fighting to roll to the back of his head but caught so so greedily on the way you swollen pussy lips are being spread so obscenely to swallow every single inch after fucking inch. Disappearing down into your gooey walls, Gojoâs breath hitches at the first sign of resistance from your too-tight entrance.Â
âCâmon now.â he moans gutturally. Hips fucking up in a jagged, slow grind, trying so desperately to plunge himself in deeper. âCâmon câmon come- on-âÂ
âToru!â youâre gasping when he slides his soaked length even deeper. Feeding in to the way your gummy walls want more more more more- âYouâre so fuckinâ hngh- impatient.â
âMe?â heâs asking, voice a few octaves higher and dripping with the audacity to sound so genuinely in disbelief. âYouâre- youâre saying that Iâm impatient. Oh, sweetheart-â you blink back the lusty haze in your eyes to look down at Gojo fully, spying that upwards curl of his lips that you knew didnât mean well for you right now. â-look down.â
Your eyes widening as youâre whirling downwards to spy the way heâs not even halfway in yet. But thatâs not all, no, your poor pussy is just absolutely bulging around his girthy shaft, struggling, stretched to their limits - yet still quivering with the effort to try and milk something delicious out of him.Â
And the moment that tiny, shaky gasp leaves your mouth, his sharp hip bones are just crashing into yours. Toned hips lifting off of the bed to drive his achy cock into your drooling cunt. One hand kneads and gropes the flesh of your ass to steady you down, down, down-
âToru-â youâre moaning, like a mantra, once his angry tip is gliding across the spongy wall of your cervix. The stretch too much, Gojoâs cock so thick in his girth that you could feel each and every sweet spot of yours being dragged down his length. âF-fuck, Toru!â
He chuckles, gritting out through those long, determined grinds. Having himself now fully stuffed inside your cunt, heavy balls kissing at the curve of your ass, pubic hair scratching up against your needy clit. âCanât hah- keep quiet, can you? Fuckinâ love how needy she is- how needy you are.â
âSh-shut up-â you mewl, narrowing your eyes.Â
âHah- I would.â Gojo grins out so smugly. Tilting you precariously on top of him like some ragdoll to easily give your g-spot a mean crash of his greedy head. âBut you canât.â
And of course, heâs proving his own point by bouncing you in a heady, fast tandem, abs burning with the ache to fuck you so rude. Gojo spits once on two of his long, slender fingers, letting this lewd coating smear down to his knuckles before dipping them down to spread your puffy folds even farther.Â
âFuuuck, jusâ look at you.â he rasps, the deep baritone of his voice having your gummy walls mold even harder onto the shape of his cock. Gojo throws his had back, twitching balls squeezing harder with every increasing smack against your ass. âShit shit shit- how that bastard had you hngh- all to himself and didnât make th-this pretty pussy come everyday Iâll never understand.â Heâs pulling you down with a hand to the back of your neck, tightening, âSo donât we hah- rub it in his ugly face?â
Shit, the thought has you grinding and stuttering your hips down to meet Gojoâs unforgiving cadence, arching your body into him like you couldnât get enough.Â
âYou just got- hngh- so impossibly harder at that.â you push his bucking shoulders down onto the mattress. Now fully riding him just as much as he was fucking you into the mattress so animalistically. âAnd you call me needy.â
He scoffs, âIâm not the only one.â The fingers still lingering on your cunt moving to toy with your pulsing sensitive nub, teasing and toying your clit between two fingers. âCan you just h-hear how loud this pussy of yours is? Bet he can hear too.â
And it was true, the wet smacks were only getting louder. Sloppier. Squelching with the push and pull of Gojoâs pounding cock in the same maddening staccato.Â
But still - you werenât going to be compliant that easily. Feeling the familiar tingles of your high edging closer, you wanted to break him just one more time. âNah- I donât think he can.â
âOh youâre gonna regret that, silly girl.â
In all of two seconds - maybe even less than - Gojoâs using his immense strength to his advantage. Flipping the two of you over so your back is hitting the soaked sheets, droopy legs thrown over your shoulder to plow into you in such a mean mating press he has you folded into.Â
The new change in angle makes it even easier for him to be kissing your g-spot. Bruising. Branding his name onto your sweet spots - your cervix - so you wouldnât forget. So you canât forget.
âF-fuck, Toru-â youâre letting out staggered gasps every time he rams his hefty cock into you. Fingers still relentless on your clit - playing around with it as much as he was playing with your sanity. âIâm so-â
âWhat was that?â he interrupts through sloppy, stuttering thrusts. Free hand cupping his ear so goadingly, âCanât hear you, sweetheart.â
âToru-â youâre squealing over his rapidly accelerating movements. Fighting to babble out coherently, âToru mâclose-â
âLouder.â heâs grinning meanly. Hips burning with slowly fatiguing effort because heâs so close, your slick walls are massaging him so tight. But whereâs the fun if thereâs no teasing? âStill canât hear ya.â
Your voice is shot at this point, âToru, mâgonna cum-â
âLouder or mânot gonna let you.â
âToru! Fuck fuck fuck mâcumming.â It hits him before those loud moans are even leaving your mouth, because your velvety walls are clamping down so snug. Molding to the shape of him, your heels digging even deeper on his shoulder, nails raking red red patterns down the pale skin of his biceps. âMâcumming- ngh-â
And fuck each and every slam of his hips sends electricity up your spine, bullying you through your high. Dragging it out till you think you could go insane.Â
âGod- fuck youâre so-â Itâs the only hoarse grunt leaving Gojoâs lips before heâs spilling thick rope after rope of seed into the awaiting channel of your pussy. âSo perfect fâme.â
Two hands of his lace above your head, pushing you so impossibly deep down his thick hilt. Heâs cumming and cumming so hard like he never has in his life, body out of control with the way heâs stuffing you with every drop of seed.Â
He shivers at the overspill, gushing out of the corners of your ravaged cunt, painting a creamy ring around his tired base. Too much. And yet mindlessly thrusting even sloppier, catching your lips in a lazy, passionate kiss. âAt least we didnât fuckinâ kill each other, hm?â
You smile into it, slotting your hips languidly, âDidnât do hgnh- the neighbors any favors, either.â
âItâs Naoya, who fucking cares? âLimp dickâ my ass.â And oh how Gojo loved that sweet sweet smile gracing your lips, the way your eyes light up all because of him. He canât help but drawl out, âYâknowâŠsince we were locked up in this room for all three days, and have most of the day tomorrow, how about you and I actually do some sightseeing here before we leave?âÂ
You nod eagerly, tightening your legs around his waist and shit, this might just be heaven. âWe need a break after that contract, sâgonna be so fun.â
Heâs connecting his sticky forehead with yours, âOf course it will be, Iâll be there.â Babbling deliriously, drunk off the way youâre leveling him with another one of your familiar glares, âAnd we can use Yagaâs care, too, he never checks-â
âToruâŠâ you warn when Gojo cuts himself off with a gasp. Quirking an irritated brow - as you usually did when youâre with him, âDonât tell me youâve been dipping into Yagaâs card, heâll kill you if he finds out. Thatâs if I donât kill you first.â
â...â
â...ToruâŠâ
âIs this a bad time to tell you that I booked us this suite with it too?â
A/N. My red flag is making Naoya the shitty ex in every piece of writing I do (or is that a green flag hmmm?)
Plagiarism not authorized.
#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo x you#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk#jjk fic#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#tonywrites
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this morning i visited the oldest cemetery in vermont where robert frost is buried and got a maple oat latte and a bagel at a nearby coffee shop. walked around an overpriced college i got scholarship to and drove an hour to mass. plan on ordering ramen after a hot shower at the motel.
#some of the graves were from the 1700s#the tombstone art was incredible#i could tell the eras of the graves just by the designs#most were marble but i actually found a slate grave which was crazy#never seen a slate tombstone in my LIFE#and iâve been to a lot of cemeteries#also some old stone ones that iâve only seen a few times before#but like at least 75% were white marble#10% gray marble#25% other#idk why iâm breaking down the tombstone material by type iâm high#i love cemeteries#p
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OnlyFantoms?? pt.II
om dateables/sides x reader
wc : 2.k
warnings : nsfw, gn!reader with skirt wearing (raphael), lingerie wearing (diavolo), online sharing
synopsis : lets see what the new latest trending porn videos are
a/n: MWAHAHAHA IT'S FUCKING HERE
brothers ver.
The maroon fabric of your babydoll lingerie was rumpled, tearing not even a second later from how ironclad Diavoloâs grip was. One hand had the lace fisted, using it to yank you back on his cock, while the other was wrapped around your throat, veins highlighted and muscles flexing each time he effortlessly lifted your body and slammed it back down at the rough pace he was fucking you. Your legs were spread wide over his straining thighs, body just barely covered by the sheer material that adorned your sweaty body, hands white-knuckling his horns with your nails scratching along the golden ornaments . Each time skin met skin, it echoed in the roomâ adding to the sensual sight of the morning light reflecting off the golden floors, walls- the regal throne the two of you were seated in. His sounds were muffled from the way his head was buried in your neck, no doubt adding more marks to the already bruise-littered skin. Your own head was tilted back against his shoulder, his fingers squeezing visibly at your throat before two of them pushed past your parted mouth, making your high pitched moans turn choked. His rough pace got even more animalistic, feral growl escaping him as your body tensed, milking his cock as you came, pushing him past that edge tooâ and the video cuts.
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TEN WHOLE SECONDS OF ABSOLUTE GOODNESS
Is this even legal to watch?? Cause if not, Iâm happily packing my bags for jail
Typing this comment from my graveÂ
*eats phone*
Amazing day to be a Devildom citizen folksÂ
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Hidden underneath the castleâs foyer stairs, the golden fractures of light shift as each of your bodies move. You were on your knees, thighs flexing, as you bounced up and downâ riding Barbatosâ tail. The appendage forced itself deeper and deeper until the camera picked up on the arch of your back, the shimmer of your nails (painted in his colors) digging into his thighs, leaving behind wrinkles in the usually pristine black slacks. Gloved hands were tangled in your hair, gripping tighter the more his composure began to waver. The guided bobbing of your head went from leisure to almost desperate and then back again; after a particularly stressful day, he just couldnât decide what he wanted. Only murmurs of praise left the royal steward, as opposed to your choked moans and whimpers and occasional gasps of his name when you came up for air before swallowing him down again. There was a brief moment in which he cupped the back of your head and shoved you all the way down- pausing- when footsteps ascended the stairs you were both underneath. Once it was quiet again, he pulled your head back with a caress of your hair and a soft apology, fucking you with his tail at a more rapid pace, insisting you needed to cum first. With you melting at his ministrations, he begins fucking your mouth, too, grunting almost inaudibly; the second your body wracked with your orgasm, he followed suitâ and though only your backside view could be seen, the sounds of swallowing were crystal clear. With a low chuckle from Barbatos, and a breathy giggle from you, the screen goes black.Â
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This is gonna be the next big fever dream, come lay your eyes on it while you can-
Mouth? Dropped. Eyes? Rolled. Drool? Leaking. Hotel? Corvo.Â
B A R B A T O S ? !
This is the best day of my life
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Scraping of wood against marble tile echoed faintly as the entirety of Mephistoâs desk moved inch by inch. The force he was pounding into you created small thudding noises, your clothes dulling the sound of skin slapping, followed by sharp grunts as he worked to keep the relentless pace. Lights of the newspaper clubâs office highlighted your bodies, leaving nothing hidden as he bends you into an even deeper arch, face buried in the mahogany desk. Newspapers- published and uncompleted drafts- are crumpled underneath your hands; he couldnât care less, though, not when youâre moaning and crying out his name like you are. Itâs clear he tries to show some decorum, but the rare sight of his demon form screams how disheveled youâre making himâ tails coiled around your waist, horns pressing into your shoulder, sharp nails digging jagged lines into the wood of his desk. An enchanted quill is frantically scribbling in the background, no doubt writing down what was happening into a page of the upcoming newspaper draft; depending on whether or not Mephisto remembers- or cares- he might just leave the article in. The thought actually has him whining, fucking into you a bit faster, because heâd love to see everyoneâs reactions once they read the damn paperâ knowing he had you right under everyoneâs noses. A quick tug of your hair to pull you into a messy kiss that the camera canât see and heâs spilling his cum into you- dragging you off the ledge with him- and pressing his body flush against yours. You stay trapped like that for a few seconds, quietly laughing and teasing him, before he huffs and pulls back as you both try to make yourself presentable again when the video ends.Â
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Front page, baby. FRONT! PAGE!
Got his priorities down pat
What goes down in the news office doesnât stay in the news office
Get that nOBLE DIck MC
Never thought Iâd hear Mephisto whineâÂ
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White linen curls around your arms, clenched between your fingers, pillowing your head, delicately shielding the parts you didnât want too exposedâ all while the light in Simeonâs room bathes you in a replicated golden hour. His head is buried deep between your thighs, messy hair brushing your skin at each movement. One of his hands is keeping your left thigh flat against the bed, squeezing at the fat of it, while the other is subtly shoved underneath his body as he fucks his fist. With the leg that isnât pinned down, your calf is resting over his shoulder, keeping him impossibly close; the sounds coming from him are muffled, as heâs barely able to breathe properly, but theyâre desperate and needy, echoed by the mindless âpleaseâs and praise heâs babbling out. The sheets covering his own body from view only hide his hips down to his mid thigh, giving the perfect- defined- view of his arched back and the flexing muscles rippling underneath smooth skin as he thrusts into the pleasure. There are faint reddened lines trailing along his shoulders and barely visible hickies on his neck, showing that, clearly, this hadnât been the beginning of the night. It can also be seen in the way his hips stutter with overstimulation, toes curling at the sensation, even if he canât stop because he still craves the release. Itâs timed with the pace heâs fucking you with his tongue, moans harmonizing with yours, getting louder and breathier and a little whinier before heâs practically crying out an âIâm cumming!â. Not even a second later, both of your thighs are snapping closed around his head, trembling, as you follow. The come down is soft and sweet, whispered words and gentle caresses, with a murmured suggestion for a bubble bath just as the video cuts.Â
Worship hour | 2:30 minutes | 86.k views | 84.k likes | 78.k commentsÂ
I feel the grace of the celestial realmÂ
PHEWÂ
GOD AND DAMNÂ
Weâve ascended guysâÂ
Where can I get an angelÂ
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The scattered, organized, yet messy sight of school books, miscellaneous supplies, and the fact that you were in your uniform made it obvious this was one of RADâs many closets. Raphael was sitting on top of an extra desk, legs spread rather wide as you sat on top of him; your skirt rode up around your hips, but his hands groped and squeezed your ass to shield it from view. He guided you at a quick, needy pace as you grinded against his clothed cock, sometimes jerking his hips up to meet the movements. The normally quiet and aloof Angel was panting and gasping, and if you listened closely, you could hear muffled whines every now and then when you moved at a certain angle. The sloppy sounds of wet kissing and tongues tangling seemed to echo in the small room, even despite his whisper of âhave to be quietââ in fact, he was more vocal than you, commanding you to go faster, asking you not to stop. Even the shadows passing under the door didnât deter him from wanting you. The bell signaling class was about to begin made you pause without thinking, but he gave you no time to think: he grabbed you right up and twisted your bodies around until you were laying back on the desk, legs around his waist. With no room to barely breathe in between, he began fucking himself against you like an animal in heat, breathlessly apologizing and announcing he was gonna cum. With a few more rough thrusts, you can see his body shudder and melt over top of youâ and the visible wet stain on the front of his pants as he gently helps you off the desk and fixes your clothes, suggesting a quick clean up spell so you can go to class, before the video ends.
[Canât] resist temptation | 1:10 minutes | 88.k views | 82.k likes | 75.k commentsÂ
PHEW PART FUCKING TWO
His veiny hands make me ajsaljdkd
Are all the exchange students always this hot??
I will take a shower of spears to see this in personÂ
Mc is my heroÂ
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Whatever device was recording had to be enchanted, as the screen was divided perfectly to show the inside of the common room, where the seven brothers all lounged, and the hallway wall just outside, where Solomon had you hiked up against it. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, only a peek of his lips showing. The bottom half of your face that was in frame is covered by his hand, fingers digging into your jaw to keep you quiet. The only thing covering your body was his starry cloak; the fabric fell off your shoulder, showing off the many hickies and bite marks adorning your skin. Your body bounced upwards at every sharp thrustâ he was unforgiving with his pace, frame flush against yours as he fucked you deep. The audio barely picked up on the ragged pants falling from his mouth, the debauched praises that he was damn near singing as he had his way with you, all while being ten feet away from the brothers. The muscles in his arm flexed as he held you up, fingers marking bruises into the skin he was gripping. You raked your hands through his sweat-soaked hair, tugging and pushing his head up until you had your mouth against his. A barely audible cry of his name reached the camera as your back arched, fingers pressing just as bruisingly into his back. He finally stuttered in his pace, mouth falling open; he came with his tongue tangled with yours, accidentally having let out a hiss when you moaned aloud. Lucifer, who had been glancing up occasionally, as if he thought he heard something, immediately stood just as all the othersâ heads snapped up. With a desperate kiss, Solomon opened a portal and carried you right through, leaving the brothers to hastily round the corner and begin shouting, before the video cuts.
Claim staking | 4:45 minutes | 91.k views | 88.k likes | 84.k commentsÂ
A good section of the comments is just hate from the brothers, IâÂ
That sly, sexy, smug little fucker
I wanna be between the two of themÂ
Sorcerer man hotÂ
You could physically feel the charge in the air through the phone when the brothers figured it out
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Types of lingerie they'd go a little feral over â plus-size!fem!reader x cod characters
Includes: Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, König, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria
CW: mid/plus-size reader, photos of people wearing lingerie!, mentions of sex/sexual activities
Photos are not indicative of reader's body type/skin colour/other physical attributes! Just meant to be examples, but us bigger girls deserve some rep on here (but also why is it so hard to find cute pics of mid/plus-size girlies that aren't ads or extremely edited?)
All rights go to owners of the photos! I tried to crop out their faces as best I could <3
John Price
Price would love anything feminine. He adores when you play into his housewife kink, parading around the house in babydoll dresses and fur-lined robes (preferably sheer). He wouldn't even bother with taking the pieces off once he gets his hands on you, simply pulling and adjusting where necessary. Not above ripping either, but don't worry, he'll gladly buy you some new sets. Maybe he should get you some of those crotchless panties, poppet, would save him a lot of hassle.
Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish
Listen, as much as he loves it seeing you all dolled up, there is nothing that gets him going quicker than you in some raggedy, hole-ridden comfy clothes, preferably when they're his. His boxers framing your plump ass so nicely, digging into your flesh a bit when you move and his shirt doing nothing to hide the jiggle of your tits while your nipples poke through the fabric. If he sees you like this, his hands are all over you in a split second. God forbid your shirt is cropped, showing off your soft tummy and the underside of your breasts â you couldn't pry him off with a crowbar.
(you cannot tell me Johnny doesn't own some dumbass boxers like this)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
In fear of repeating myself, I think Simon would also go a little dreamy-eyed over you in your comfies. Except, unlike Johnny, he loves those sweet little pj-sets you wear. He's still a little taken aback every time he comes home to you curled up on his â your â couch. The realization that he has something this sweet to come home to â that he has a home at all, hitting him like a freight train. Like Price, doesn't bother taking your pajamas off when he pounces on you. Just makes it easier for him to tuck you into bed after he's done with you.
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
Garters, belts, straps, buckles, the whole thing. And best believe he's the one picking them out, too. You'll randomly find boxes on your bed, the contents in different styles, colours, fabrics. He insists you model them for him, or send him pictures if he's deployed. The sets are an absolute nightmare to get into, but he'll gladly help you take them off, darlin'. Don't mind him though, if he snaps a photo or two in the process. Also loves it when you wear lingerie as part of an actual outfit. What can I say, the man loves showing you off (with the knowledge he's the only one that gets to see the full sets and everything underneath them later).
König
Anything resembling some cheap halloween costume from party city. It honestly doesn't matter to him what; sexy secretary, naughty nurse, you name it. Literally whatever. He will lose his mind a little if you go as far as to engage in some roleplay pertaining to whatever you're wearing â acting like he's your boss or your patient. Oh, a pair of animal ears can and will make his eyes roll back in his head. (He will, however, ensure that your outfits are of relatively good quality â they've gotta outlast a least a few rounds, Schatzi).
Philip Graves
Ugh, he's so nasty (affectionate). He wants you to look hyper-feminine. His perfect little all-american wife (even if you've never set foot in the usa, or don't yet wear a ring on your finger) in her hyper-feminine lingerie, waiting for her soldier to come home. Frilly bras, lacy undies and silky night dresses in white or pink or any pastel shade. He gets off on the innocence they exude â makes him want to ruin you. And then wife you up. Maybe give you a baby or two.
Alejandro Vargas
Corsets!!! Or anything somewhat structured, really. This man adores the shape of your body no matter what, and the way the corset only accentuates the curve of your waist and pushes your tits up so deliciously has him rock fucking hard. If you choose to add some thigh-highs to that with the plush fat of your thighs spilling over the edge you may as well have killed him. He also has this weird infatuation with the marks the corset leaves on your skin after you (or he) take it off.
Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra
This poor man nearly faints the first time you wear lingerie for him (and pretty much every time after that). It doesn't particularly matter to him what it is, but he does like it when you stick to the classics: simple lacy bra and panty set. He likes that it makes you feel confident and (relatively) comfortable, as your comfort is always his number one priority. He also just thinks the simplicity of the sets helps accentuate the beauty of your body, rather than distract from it.
Valeria Garza
Anything expensive. Like, crazy expensive. She has the money, amor, why not spend it on something she enjoys? She'll make sure you only wear the highest quality fabrics (and that goes for all your clothing, by the way, she likes taking care of her girl). There are diamonds glittering all over your body, highlighting all your curves and twinkling with every move you make, and a nice string of pearls disappearing between your folds.
(I couldn't find ANY photos of this type of lingerie on bigger bodies, my apologies. Rest assured Valeria will get everything custom-made for you â remember, only the best for her girl)
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