#whatsthethrist

[whatstheoccasion]

— CAPTAIN'S YOUNG PUNK.

warnings/tags: nsfw (mdni!), afab reader, use of the words “good girl” and "brat", pwp, riding, oral (f! receiving), creampie, very slight sub/dom, reader is a horny mess, law is a tease, but a soft one. established relationship.

Law's eyes are dark with pleasure, blown pupils covering the steel gray in them.

He's mesmerized, thinking this is the greatest wet dream he's ever had, except it's not a dream. It's fucking reality.

You're laying on his bed, legs open wide and marked with his bites, nails, spanks. His. 

The sight makes his possessive streak rise with content. It licks his wounds, easies his insecurities. Right now, you look like you belong more to him than yourself.

He dives right in again, not giving you much time to come back from your orgasm before controlled flicks of his tongue press against your sensitive clit. You gasp, high moans going straight to his dick and making it twitch between his legs.

He's always known he likes your small hands on his hair, setting his stray hairs away while he reads, delicate touch lulling him to sleep. But he thinks that this rivals it, your hands clenching on his scalp so hard it hurts, desperately pulling him further down your sensitive lips.

Law lets you have your fun, lets you chase the feeling of his hot mouth eating you out, sucking on your clit before pushing his tongue inside, fucking you with it until he's numb, warmth spreading on his chest with your little cries.

He pulls back when you clench around him one too many times, resisting the urge to fuck you into the mattress when you moan in complain, instead spanking your clit, hard.

The wet sound makes you cry out loud, clenching around nothing. He knows he's going to dream about this moment forever. "Law–"

"Behave." He warns, two fingers pinching your lips together so your swollen clit puffs out, deliciously pink and wet, and his other hand goes down to smack it. "We have the whole night ahead of us. It won't be smart of you to be a little brat right off the bat, now would it?"

"Law, baby, please, 's too much. I want you inside, please."

He tsks, hand going down to pump himself and squeeze the bottom of his length, desperate not to cum untouched because of your begging.

You notice the slow movement, and have half the mind to hate him. Hypocrite. Giving you so much shit for being too horny when he's at the brink himself.

He only smirks. "What makes you think I'm going to fuck you?" and goes down on you again. Some of your recent orgasm drips past his lips, and just when Law thought his dick couldn't get any harder, you haul him up towards your mouth, kissing the slick off his lips.

"Won't you help me? Please," you ask in your sweetest voice, and the sound makes Law's heart stutter in his chest, clawing it's way up his throat. He does want to help. He really does.

"I said I'll take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?" He says, gentle fingers playing with your slit, making you gasp. Biting your mouth, chin, licking your neck down to your nipples, he blows on them, heart swelling with your answering meowls, and sucks them. Leaving wet traces until he's facing your slick, he eats out everything you have to offer.

"So wet for me, it must be embarrassing," he taunts against your cunt, tattooed E and A finally open you up. He scissors them inside you with slow movements, his rough thumb drawing circles into your clit. "This is all for me, isn't it? Answer me."

"Yes! Yes, Law, only you, it's always been– it's always for you. Fuck, baby, faster."

"You like it that much, hm?"

You can't take it anymore, feeling like you may snap any second now. "Yes, I do! Baby, please fuck me, I've been so good for you, I need you to– oh my god."

You're cut off by the way Law bullies himself inside you, his panting mouth open in a silent moan, and starts going hard.

He's cursing, ramming against your useless body, sounds wet and echoing deliciously on his ears. "Look at you, sucking me right in." You sob, cunt tightening around him to the sound of his breathless voice. "I know you like it when it hurts a little bit."

Your hands are flailing, grasping the sheets and being loud, louder than the squelching sound where his dick meets your heat, fluttering around his length and making his hips stutter in desire. Law hisses in pleasure before he spanks you. "Shut it, crew's still awake," he says, doing absolutely nothing to silence you.

You whimper out an apology, apparently too loud for his liking if the possessive way his hands grip your ass is anything to go by.

Without pulling out, he turns you onto your stomach, your head smashed against his pillows. "I don't want them to fucking hear you. Don’t make me say it again."

Nodding, you desperately cry out now against your Captain's pillow. Law hums in appreciation, “Good girl.” Bending over to gently kiss your nape, his inked hands start roaming all over your naked skin. "Come on, kiss me properly."

He bends a little further, sweaty chest now covering your back, his hips still slowly humping against your bum, and makes out with you despite the awkward angle. Tongue rubbing and sucking yours, swallowing every tiny sound. "You're going to take all of me, aren't you? You want my cum."

"Yes! Want it, Law, want you." Your answer comes with the fluttering of your hole against him. He smirks.

"But you'll cum for me first."

His hips speed up once again, hot length splitting your insides open, and you quickly move your hand down to meet your clit until he slaps it away with a growl. "I didn't say you could do that." He answers your cries with a mean snicker. "You'll cum again untouched, understand?"

You don’t think you can take it. It’s too much, he’s too much, too good, and your brain is all mushy for him. Body reacting to his every touch, toes curling when he hits a particularly good spot, then screaming when his tip touches your g-spot. "The-there! Baby, harder, faster."

Law smirks at the sound. “So damn bossy,” and downright abuses the bundle of nerves with this harsh thrusts. “Show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

Your drawn out sob make his ears ring before you're creaming around him, unable to keep your moans in, even when you break the skin of your lips.

Law doesn't slow down his pace. "Tsk, look at how much you came. Messy little brat."

You can't see his face right now, focusing on catching your breath. But if you did, you would see a satisfied smile, his hungry gaze eating your body up, still so ready for him, so wet and hot where his hands are holding you. The sight making it difficult to slow down, so he doesn't. 

He pulls you up from your waist until your back is against his chest, and you almost cum again because of this new angle alone.

You’ll remember to thank your Gods for making this man fall in love with you.

His grip on your waist tightens as he’s getting close, but you're suddenly flipping him over, your need to ride him dumb overcoming you.

Hovering on top of his leaking cock for a second before you're leading him inside you, goosebumps rise on your skin with the way Law gasps.

You only bounce a few more times before Law cums hard biting his lips, the sight of your tits bouncing in rhythm with your little jumps doing it for him. “Mhm.” He hisses, feeling your walls milking every last drop. "That felt goo–ah"

“Ah– fuck.” Law stutters when you start moving your hips again, hot pleasure making his eyes fall shut.

"Again, please, fuck me again." You beg not giving him time to breathe, rubbing your wet lips on him before wildly bouncing on his twitching length. His answering smirk is too handsome, boyish, yet down right sinful.

He grips your waist to sit up and give you a languid kiss, tongue gently working against yours until he hears your needy moans against his mouth. He smiles, lips still touching yours when the bed bounces slightly to the rythm of your little jumps.

Law slowly lays back down, his hips lazily bucking up to meet yours. “As you wish.”

[whatstheoccasion]

1.54 p.m.

Toji continues to play with his food, chopsticks moving around his ramen cup aimlessly.

You weren't there. He despised the sound of silence that filled his kitchen, that made him do something he hated doing these days— thinking.

He was trying not to. He really was, but somedays, the heavy weight of guilt tightening around his heart wouldn't let him.

Somedays, feeling content felt wrong.

Undeserved. Like the people he lost all these years ago deserved him being sad, lonely, broken. Living in misery had been the only way he could think to cope with it. To make them not hate him, wherever they were.

Until you came along, that is.

"We can go slower." You told him this morning, laying softly on top of him.

Your words confused him, breaking the comfortable silence. But he still smirked, strong arms squeezing suggestively around your middle. "You sure weren't saying that last night."

It made you chuckle, but you didn't let it go. "I'm not talking about that."

"What are you talking about, then?"

"Us."

Toji's throat bobs painfully.

"You were made for me," he said a few months ago, balls deep inside you. "This ass was made for me. Just me."

Your moans fill the room with sin. He's so deep inside you swear you feel him on your throat, cock swollen and big, fucking you right into his sheets.

Hearing the familiar sound of your cries, skin slapping against skin, Toji tries to keep his mind from wandering anywhere else. From thinking.

But you look at him with teary eyes and mouth open with a silent moan, back arching so prettily and vulnerable and looking undoubtedly like you belong to him it makes his heart beat faster. It's then he realizes he can't see himself with anyone else from now on.

From now on. Because there was someone before, but he shakes the thought before it can grow roots on him. There's only you, now.

"Tell me you're mine." 'I need to hear it', he doesn't say, instead just watches your body bounce deliciously to the brutal rhythm of his hips.

"Yours! Toji, I'm– ah, ah, there, please!– I'm only yours."

You're quite the sight, moans turning to sobs when you lose yourself to his deep thrusts, eager to feel his cum drip inside you. It's his. This view is only his.

Smirking with satisfaction, his hips snap harder towards you, wet, sticky noises only spurring him on. Your walls are fluttering on his hot length like they have a mind of their own and he curses, feeling his gut tighten with pleasure.

Toji hisses as you cry out, and he drops his hand to where your bodies meet, rubbing you fast and steady and so good you swear you see stars.

He grabs your knees to press them fully against your chest, your screams making his cock twitch inside you. He’s not going to last like this, not when you look like the hottest wet dream he’s ever had, but he needs to see you fall apart first. "Hold them for me, pretty thing."

You lift your arms to obey him with whatever strength you have left, the sight making his dick drip with precum, painting your insides white, and your lips are bleeding from constantly biting them, but you can't keep shut for the life of you.

"That's right, fucking scream," he slaps your cheeks, red marks making his heart swell. "I'm the only bastard you'll let fuck you like this. You’re all mine."

He's lost in the bliss that your body gives him, pounding into your tight heat like it’s the last time he will, until he hears you say something that paralyzes his fucking soul. "But you, ah, you're mine too, Toji."

You bring him to your friends, too.

Well, not exactly bring him. But when they come over to visit, he's there, and you don't hide him. You do the opposite, actually.

You introduce him as Toji, nothing else, and it still is so much more than what he's used to. They greet him easily, teasing you, and then you start talking. And that's it.

The world doesn't stop around him, he doesn't feel like he's walking on eggshells, as if any wrong word could get him killed, or worse, disliked.

It's a damn normal interaction, and his heart shouldn't feel so light afterwards.

(Toji had felt this same level of tranquility long ago, shared with a beautiful woman he loved and a small baby with eyes like the sky.

He now feels it when your two closest friends know him by name.)

Toji didn't stay with you that night. He couldn't, had to visit some poor sorcerer with bad luck to make himself some money, but it was the first time he's promised to come back to you in one piece.

His goodbye kiss never felt gentler.

"Don't need to go slower." He spits, voice embarrassingly defensive. "Don't fucking treat me like I'm fucking weak—"

He makes the mistake to look at you in his rage, your body tense and eyebrows furrowed into disappointment.

He knows that expression. He's seen it before, in the face of a ghost.

It makes his heart ache, and the sigh he lets out is long and tired. Tired, he's so sick and tired of running away from what's good for him. From you, and whatever it is you both have going on.

He can allow himself this. He can let himself come home to welcoming arms, to a safe roof over his head. He can sleep in the same warm bed with the same person more than once without feeling like dying.

He knows it's not that easy, though.

The chuckle that leaves his mouth is self deprecating.

A scum like him can only hope you want him in your life, but there's hope hidden in your eyes when you look at him, and he holds on to it. So he clicks his tongue, and says, "Don't wanna go slower. I want more."

The way you slowly smile at him makes his vicious thoughts disappear one by one, if only for a little while. You light up. He finds it’s the most efficient medicine for his sore mind. "Okay."

And when you kiss him, Toji thinks that maybe, he wants to be as important to you as you are to him. Maybe. In the future.

Right now he kisses you back, hungry and passionate, determined to take your breath away.

It's a start.

So Toji was trying.

His troubled eyes soften when you walk into the room, wearing a smile so innocent he knows he doesn't deserve, yet all he does is pat the space beside him on the couch, and hope it will be okay someday.

[whatstheoccasion]

teasing gojo headcanons

a/n: this has been living in my mind rent free throughout all of february/march and it's finally peaked ♡

nsfw under the cut! minors please do not interact.

gojo x afab gn!reader.

tags/warnings: nsfw, use of sex toys on m, public foreplay (gojo is fully clothed tho), switch gojo, switch reader, soft degrading. cursing. brief phone sex. mentions of rough sex, cunnilingus. reader masturbating. afab gn!reader= no pronouns, but reader has female genitalia. this is filthy but still vanilla. if i'm missing any tags please lmk!

word count: 1,3k.

masterlist — playlist

️️Satoru Gojo, who's all teasing smiles and cocky remarks with everyone he meets, truly believing he's always the smartest and strongest person in the room, is absolutely losing his shit right now.

He already thinks he's insane for letting someone else take literal control of him like this, from afar and hearing every one of his moves like a hawk. He's torn between thinking this trust is too much, that you're getting too close to comfort for him and he's not only letting it happen, but encouraging it– and then he thinks that this is just another experience, that's not as deep as he thinks, that he could laugh and forget about it the next day.

He walks tall in the middle of the busiest Tokyo street, fancy black leather mask covering a heart shaped gag ball, the tiniest bit of spit shining on the corners of his mouth.

A sultry giggle on his ear sends shivers down his spine, and he's alert again, aware of his surroundings.

He quickly looks around– people walking their dogs, getting out of their jobs and loud friend groups are naively walking around, none of them are you. He lets out a sigh, heartbeat arising louder than the cars passing by. Who is he kidding? He couldn't forget about you even if he tried.

The gag is a lovely shade of baby blue, one that rivals his pretty eyes, and it's a sight that makes butterflies flutter nervously in his stomach.

It matches his cock ring deliciously, one that has a jewelry string attached to one side, diamond so cold to the touch that causes Gojo to falter his steps whenever it vibrates, meets his heavy balls.

He pulls his hood all the way up. It's cold outside, but it does nothing to lessen his erection or clear his mind. He feels dizzy, eyes losing focus behind his glasses, from the pleasure and pain of having his hard dick taped to his body.

"It's to hide it better, 'Toru." You told him this morning after kissing him dumb, delicate hand against his naked chest, you lean into him. "Don't want no hasty interruptions, do we?"

Swallowing is hard, saliva pooling in his mouth and surrounding the toy, but he's trying his damn best to keep his lips pressed together, and pushes through. He continues to walk, simply passing by innocent bystanders with a raging erection hidden on his pants.

He hears you giggle on his earphones again, surely you noticed how he's trying to avoid touching people as subtly as he can, and he hates that he can't reply with anything coherent anyway.

Gojo's veins feel like fire burning his body up, he's picturing you laying on your bed naked, phone on call with his and sweet, syrupy eyes enticing him.

You tease him. "Sucks being tall and big now, huh?", and he recognizes your low tone. It's the one tone you're not aware of, voice dripping honey whenever you're this turned on. "Can't blend in with the crowd, not with your height."

He focuses on the sound, forgetting the words you say. It rubs his ego the wrong way, even if his throbbing dick betrays him.

Gojo would kill any curse a hundred times over if it meant he could reply to you right now, saying something– anything that'll make you shut up, but he knows talking is useless at the moment.

So he continues to walk, abs clenching with every step, but the convenience store is finally on his sight. "What's the matter, 'Toru? Can't keep up?"

Gojo walks into the shop with your voice resounding on his head, ignores with a scowl the small talk the vendor tries to make, and walks out.

He squeezes the bag of Lays, finding stupid how much into this he is. How he wants to pull down his mask just a little bit, to make that man and everyone in Japan realize what's actually going on with him, how there's someone out there who's touching themselves to this, to him. How sticky his boxers feel at the sound of your voice, at what you're doing to him.

Gojo's bites the inside of his cheeks when you tempt him, body tense but mind hazy. Telling him to lick the ball, play with it like how he does it to your clit, your nipples.

He stops in his tracks, food already in his hands, when the tide breaks and he suddenly remembers how he can tease back.

Sure, he's now vulnerable and turned on and you're not there, but he was only in this position because you brought it up. This is your kink he's experimenting, surely you are as horny as he feels right now.

So he tests it out, mumbling, adding a special whine to his tone. It's incoherent but loud, he makes sure of that.

He hears a gasp– one, two seconds, and you stop giggling.

He smirks while listening to your own heavy breathing on his ears. For a moment, he swears he feels it damp his ears.

"Try to keep quiet. We don't want to get caught, baby."

He moans again, louder. This time your nickname falls from his lips, and he thrives to push all your buttons. Just thinking about going home to you, the deliciously sloppy wet sounds of your pussy under the fast movement of his fingers, his tongue, the cute way you moan his name when he's pleasing you like no one else could. Like no one else will.

He really needs to go home. People have started to notice something was up. The swell of his boner is barely, painfully hidden, but his precum is starting to– God, he'd be blushing if he were anyone else– wet the front of his pants.

But he can't give up just yet. He walks a little faster, but his mind is running. He's thinking about what you'll do to him once he gets home, how you'll tease until all he can think about is you, your name and body as close as any religion has ever felt for him.

His high moans turn into low ones, genuinely deep within his chest. Gojo salivates at the thought of you bouncing on his cock, your sweet ah-ah-ah's loud in the room, desperate hands gripping his shoulders and naked thighs wiggling on top of his hips, jumping on his wet dick like you're possessed.

He thinks about you sitting on his face, chastising him for teasing you back– puffy clit smooth yet hard, so warm on his tongue. Gojo thinks about sucking it, licking it, gently scraping his teeth around it, sucking again. He wants to abuse the pretty pink nubble.

He pants thinking of your dripping hole, pussy throbbing on his chin, sticky cum all over his face. He wants you to jump on his dick until the slaps hurt his sensitive balls, until cum drips out of you and onto his thighs. He wants to hump you from behind, naked pussy wetting his clothed dick, ass rutting fast against him until you make him cum in his pants. He wants you to bite and scratch and mark him, make it hurt. He wants to make a mess out of you.

He wants to eat you. He wants to fuck you, the thought making his steps speed up towards your house.

Your face heats up hearing his moans through your speaker, heart beating frantically. You take one hand to your nipples, touch feather-like on them at first and then pinching, trying to keep your own moans in.

Your pussy throbs between your thighs, and you put a pillow between them, shamefully rutting on it. The faint beating of your cunt against your ruined underwear begging for Gojo's hands, face, dick. Begging for Gojo.

Curse him. He was supposed to be the needy one, not you. You somehow find it in you to tell him just that. "You're gonna get it now, Satoru. I want your ass here now."

Gojo is already outside, but he smirks, mouth dripping wet past his mask. Yeah, he wants to see that go down.

[whatstheoccasion]

hii, for your event can i get smut with the words lewd, clit, tease with ran, please? 💃

it's been a while since i wrote for him wow. i wrote this for f!reader but feel free to send me an ask if u wanted something else <3 ⚠️ smut.

"What happens if I do this, hmm?" Ran teases, his thumb and index finger gently pinching your clit. You whine, trying to rut up into his palm, hoping to get any sort of friction from him– but Ran only smirks, mischievous eyes watching your every move, every twitch of your body before abruptly drawing his hand away. "Ah, so that's what happens. Noted~"

You whine louder, and Ran tries to pretend the lewd sound doesn't make his dick twitch in his pants. "Ran, please, stop teasin' me."

"Now where's the fun in that, princess?", he taunts, and just when you're about to open your mouth in protest he pushes two fingers inside you, making your mouth slack open with a loud cry. He smiles, his thumb making circles in rythm with his fingers plummeting in and out of you. Ran coos down at your wrecked body underneath him, his voice heavy with lust. "I'm gonna make you beg for it."