josiebobozie

[josiebobozie]

𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅

✦𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓✦

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. gojo x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT!!!!, pwop, unprotected sex, male masturbation, cum play/eating (gojo cleans you up hehe), gojo being needy/begging, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, hair pulling, gojo also being a little bit of a butthead

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. artwork by the ever so fabulous @baobei-bu!!! this fic is inspired by this piece!

“Heeey,” you heard a voice from behind you say as a very familiar pair of arms snaked around your waist. Satoru’s demanding presence loomed over you.

You had just finished pulling up your sparkling opera gloves that perfectly matched the string of pearls around your neck—a gift from Satoru. In fact, you were dressed head to toe in items purchased by him. Nothing but the most expensive and luxurious things for his sweets, as he would say.

Your hands pressed firmly against the table you were standing in front of as Satoru pressed his body firmly against your backside. You were locked in place with nowhere to go.

“Can I have a kiss of encouragement before we go out?” he asked, his voice a low and seductive purr as his large hands splayed across your stomach. His fingers glided across the silk fabric of your long, black evening gown.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, your head turned up to look at Satoru. His glowing blue eyes were fixed on you almost like you were prey. Like he wanted to eat you up. “Satoru… we already discussed this,” you explained in protest.

You knew it would be more than a kiss. It was always more than a kiss. As it stood, you were running late for your event already. A formal event where the highest and most important members of Jujustu Society would be in there. The man behind you was supposed to be the most important and powerful person in attendance.

In an act of defiance, Satoru turned you around while crouching down to meet your face. His glossy lips turned into a frown as he pouted at you. “Please?” he implored you as he gave you puppy dog eyes. “You know crowds make me nervous.”

The way he was eyeing you was making it hard for you to say no, but you shook your head in an attempt to stand your ground. Satoru loved being the center of attention, so you knew this was all an act to get what he wanted.

“You don’t love me anymore?” he whined as his head nestled in towards your breasts.

That was it. You knew you couldn’t deny him anymore. Your hand moved up to pinch his cheek as you offered him a gentle grin. “Haa… okay. Just a kiss and nothing more,” you asserted.

The smirk that curled on the corners of Satoru’s lips made your stomach jump. He looked smug, knowing he had successfully won you over and now there was no turning back.

Satoru took no time at all to claim your lips. His hot mouth dominating your lips as he kissed you like a man starved. You’d think he hadn’t seen you in weeks the way he was kissing you.

You attempted to pull back, but Satoru’s hands landed on either side of your face to hold it in place. He wasn’t letting you get away now that he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Hmmmm… not so fast, sweets,” Satoru hummed against your lips. “You love me right?” he inquired, his voice husky and low. The bright blue eyes that were staring at you were heavy lidded as he studied your features. He was pressing his body impossibly close to yours now. Close enough for you to feel the bulge that was growing in his pants.

“You already know the answer to that, Satoru,” you said as your chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Of course I do.”

“Of course you do,” he repeated, his voice just barely above a whisper. His thumb brushed your bottom lip. He applied slight pressure, making your mouth hang open. His eyes traveled down the expanse of your body.

“What are you-“ you began to ask as Satoru reached down to grab your dress, bunching it up until your panties were exposed.

“Hold it like this for me,” Satoru demanded as he stuffed the fabric into your hand. He pulled your lace panties to the side and exposed your pussy. “This too, sweets,” he said as he hooked your fingers into the hem of your underwear. “Yes. Good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with praise.

You watched as Satoru undid his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. You half expected for him to stuff you full with his cock, but his next move shocked you. He wrapped his long fingers around the girth of his cock and began to stroke it as he gazed into your eyes.

“Haa…” Satoru moaned as he worked his painfully hard cock with his hand. You watched, dazed by this brazen act. Not only were you probably not going to the party now, he was selfishly chasing his own pleasure. “So pretty… would be such a shame if I ruined this expensive dress I bought for you. I’ll try to keep it clean,” he breathed into your ear. “Heh, no promises though.”

Satoru’s strokes grew faster as his breathing grew heavier. You knew all the telltale signs that he was about to cum. You couldn’t believe you were letting him do this to you, but the act was turning you on. Your cunt was glistening and aching with need.

“Fuck,” Satoru groaned before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “Gonna cum all over this perfect pussy, okay?”

You nodded, looking down to the space between the two of you. Satoru’s pants and heavy breathing turned into desperate moans as his hips bucked in time with his hand as he neared his climax. A loud gasp left your mouth as you felt thick, hot ropes of cum paint the space just above your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling of it dripping down to your folds.

Coming down from his orgasm, Satoru looked down at your pussy with a shit-eating grin. The sight of you covered in his cum spurred him on even more. “I’m a man of my word, sweets. Didn’t get a drop on your dress,” he hummed sarcastically as his hand left his cock. Two fingers slid through his seed as he spread some of it down to rub it on your clit.

“Aah!” you exclaimed as you tried to swat his hand away. He already made a big enough mess as it stood and now he wanted to play around with it?

“What, don’t like it?” he asked with that same pout from earlier. “How about this, sweets… I’ll clean you up because you were such a good girl for me.”

You watched in complete and utter shock as Satoru lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking his own cum off his fingers. Satoru always found new and exciting ways to surprise you, but this took the cake.

“Keep holding this up for me,” Satoru said as he sank to his knees. His face was just inches away from your sloppy cunt. “I can’t believe you let me make such a mess on this pretty pussy, sweets.”

You felt your face get hot as his words hit your ears. You and Satoru had experimented a lot, but this was an entirely new and unexpected experience.

Satoru leaned in and began lapping up the cum on your skin. The flavor of his cum was something entirely new to him—sweet with a hint of bitterness. He made sure to catch the drops that slipped between your folds. “Such a messy girl,” he mused before his tongue finally made its way to your clit. He savored the sweet sounds that spilled from your lips as your hips rolled against his mouth. He especially loved the taste of your pussy. The sweetness of your juices coating his tongue.

He steadied himself with a hand on one of your thighs as his other moved in between them. Two of his digits teased your entrance as his tongue worked your clit effortlessly. If you let him, he would spend all day with his face buried in your cunt. His fingers slid into your tight heat. He groaned against your clit as he felt your spongy walls sucking him in. Oh how he wished it were his cock.

As Satoru’s tongue circled around, his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. He loved the whines and moans he was drawing out of you. He would take this over any dumb, boring party any day.

All he wanted was you. All he needed was you.

“Gonna cum for me, sweets?” Satoru asked after his mouth left your pussy with a wet sound. His fingers were curling deep inside of you now, rubbing against your sweet spot.

“Uh huh,” you whined as you bucked your pussy against his hand. Those damned six eyes of his had shown him every single part of your anatomy that made you fall apart. Your hand reached out to his head, grabbing a handful of his snow white hair. You tugged at his hair to pull his face back to your pussy.

“So impatient,” he tsked before his tongue delved back in between your folds to return to your clit. “Always so needy,” he mumbled against your sensitive flesh.

“S-Shut up,” you protested, your voice high pitched as you felt yourself reaching your own climax. Your legs began to twitch as your head lolled back. A loud cry left your lips as your orgasm crashed over you in waves. The hand that was fixed in Satoru’s hair pulled impossibly tight on the strands.

Satoru made quick work of eating you out through your climax, even to the point of over stimulation. He loved the way your body trembled from just his mouth alone. He cleaned up your sensitive pussy with his greedy mouth before pulling away, wiping his dripping chin off with the back of his hand. “Guess we’re gonna miss that party, huh?” he remarked with a smirk as he looked up at you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The rest of the night had been spent in bed. The two of you were tangled up throughout the night in more positions than you could count. Your naked bodies clicking together like a puzzle. Satoru had you bent every which way with his cock stuffed deep inside of you, pumping you full of cum until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

After everything was said and done, you were fucked out. Satoru lovingly wrapped you up in a blanket before making you a warm cup of your favorite cup of tea.

He had a smug and satisfied look on his face as he handed you the steaming cup. He got what he wanted. He didn’t have to be bored all night and have to rub shoulders with ‘elite’ members of Jujutsu Society. He already knew he was above all of them. He didn’t have to impress anyone, save for you.

Satoru snuggled up to you as you took a sip of your tea. He was so impossibly in love with you. Sometimes he wished he could keep you all to himself. He wanted to feel bad for making you miss the party, but he just couldn’t help himself. He would say something about how irresistible you are and you would just roll your eyes.

Putting a wide grin on his face, Satoru propped his head up with both hands before saying, “Tomorrow! Let’s go out tomorrow.”

You gave him a little bit of a playful side eye before responding, “You said that last time.” You could play grumpy and annoyed all you wanted, but both of you loved this time together. Tucked away from the rest of the world’s prying eyes.

Satoru blinked before pouting at you like you didn’t believe him. “We can go anywhere you want! Pinky promise?” he offered as he stuck his pinky out to you.

“Pinky promise,” you repeated as your hand left the mug and linked your pinky with his own. You were interested to see if he kept his promise or found a way to keep you at home in his bed.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

[josiebobozie]

i just wanted to thank everyone for all the love i have been getting on my recent works. i just recently got back into writing after years and years of just not having the motivation to do it and it means the world to me that people are actually enjoying it! i can’t wait to keep writing for you guys.

you can read my most recent fic ‘A Kiss Of Encouragement’ here!

[josiebobozie]

𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅

✦𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓✦

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. gojo x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT!!!!, pwop, unprotected sex, male masturbation, cum play/eating (gojo cleans you up hehe), gojo being needy/begging, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, hair pulling, gojo also being a little bit of a butthead

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. artwork by the ever so fabulous @baobei-bu!!! this fic is inspired by this piece!

“Heeey,” you heard a voice from behind you say as a very familiar pair of arms snaked around your waist. Satoru’s demanding presence loomed over you.

You had just finished pulling up your sparkling opera gloves that perfectly matched the string of pearls around your neck—a gift from Satoru. In fact, you were dressed head to toe in items purchased by him. Nothing but the most expensive and luxurious things for his sweets, as he would say.

Your hands pressed firmly against the table you were standing in front of as Satoru pressed his body firmly against your backside. You were locked in place with nowhere to go.

“Can I have a kiss of encouragement before we go out?” he asked, his voice a low and seductive purr as his large hands splayed across your stomach. His fingers glided across the silk fabric of your long, black evening gown.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, your head turned up to look at Satoru. His glowing blue eyes were fixed on you almost like you were prey. Like he wanted to eat you up. “Satoru… we already discussed this,” you explained in protest.

You knew it would be more than a kiss. It was always more than a kiss. As it stood, you were running late for your event already. A formal event where the highest and most important members of Jujustu Society would be in there. The man behind you was supposed to be the most important and powerful person in attendance.

In an act of defiance, Satoru turned you around while crouching down to meet your face. His glossy lips turned into a frown as he pouted at you. “Please?” he implored you as he gave you puppy dog eyes. “You know crowds make me nervous.”

The way he was eyeing you was making it hard for you to say no, but you shook your head in an attempt to stand your ground. Satoru loved being the center of attention, so you knew this was all an act to get what he wanted.

“You don’t love me anymore?” he whined as his head nestled in towards your breasts.

That was it. You knew you couldn’t deny him anymore. Your hand moved up to pinch his cheek as you offered him a gentle grin. “Haa… okay. Just a kiss and nothing more,” you asserted.

The smirk that curled on the corners of Satoru’s lips made your stomach jump. He looked smug, knowing he had successfully won you over and now there was no turning back.

Satoru took no time at all to claim your lips. His hot mouth dominating your lips as he kissed you like a man starved. You’d think he hadn’t seen you in weeks the way he was kissing you.

You attempted to pull back, but Satoru’s hands landed on either side of your face to hold it in place. He wasn’t letting you get away now that he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Hmmmm… not so fast, sweets,” Satoru hummed against your lips. “You love me right?” he inquired, his voice husky and low. The bright blue eyes that were staring at you were heavy lidded as he studied your features. He was pressing his body impossibly close to yours now. Close enough for you to feel the bulge that was growing in his pants.

“You already know the answer to that, Satoru,” you said as your chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Of course I do.”

“Of course you do,” he repeated, his voice just barely above a whisper. His thumb brushed your bottom lip. He applied slight pressure, making your mouth hang open. His eyes traveled down the expanse of your body.

“What are you-“ you began to ask as Satoru reached down to grab your dress, bunching it up until your panties were exposed.

“Hold it like this for me,” Satoru demanded as he stuffed the fabric into your hand. He pulled your lace panties to the side and exposed your pussy. “This too, sweets,” he said as he hooked your fingers into the hem of your underwear. “Yes. Good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with praise.

You watched as Satoru undid his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. You half expected for him to stuff you full with his cock, but his next move shocked you. He wrapped his long fingers around the girth of his cock and began to stroke it as he gazed into your eyes.

“Haa…” Satoru moaned as he worked his painfully hard cock with his hand. You watched, dazed by this brazen act. Not only were you probably not going to the party now, he was selfishly chasing his own pleasure. “So pretty… would be such a shame if I ruined this expensive dress I bought for you. I’ll try to keep it clean,” he breathed into your ear. “Heh, no promises though.”

Satoru’s strokes grew faster as his breathing grew heavier. You knew all the telltale signs that he was about to cum. You couldn’t believe you were letting him do this to you, but the act was turning you on. Your cunt was glistening and aching with need.

“Fuck,” Satoru groaned before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “Gonna cum all over this perfect pussy, okay?”

You nodded, looking down to the space between the two of you. Satoru’s pants and heavy breathing turned into desperate moans as his hips bucked in time with his hand as he neared his climax. A loud gasp left your mouth as you felt thick, hot ropes of cum paint the space just above your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling of it dripping down to your folds.

Coming down from his orgasm, Satoru looked down at your pussy with a shit-eating grin. The sight of you covered in his cum spurred him on even more. “I’m a man of my word, sweets. Didn’t get a drop on your dress,” he hummed sarcastically as his hand left his cock. Two fingers slid through his seed as he spread some of it down to rub it on your clit.

“Aah!” you exclaimed as you tried to swat his hand away. He already made a big enough mess as it stood and now he wanted to play around with it?

“What, don’t like it?” he asked with that same pout from earlier. “How about this, sweets… I’ll clean you up because you were such a good girl for me.”

You watched in complete and utter shock as Satoru lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking his own cum off his fingers. Satoru always found new and exciting ways to surprise you, but this took the cake.

“Keep holding this up for me,” Satoru said as he sank to his knees. His face was just inches away from your sloppy cunt. “I can’t believe you let me make such a mess on this pretty pussy, sweets.”

You felt your face get hot as his words hit your ears. You and Satoru had experimented a lot, but this was an entirely new and unexpected experience.

Satoru leaned in and began lapping up the cum on your skin. The flavor of his cum was something entirely new to him—sweet with a hint of bitterness. He made sure to catch the drops that slipped between your folds. “Such a messy girl,” he mused before his tongue finally made its way to your clit. He savored the sweet sounds that spilled from your lips as your hips rolled against his mouth. He especially loved the taste of your pussy. The sweetness of your juices coating his tongue.

He steadied himself with a hand on one of your thighs as his other moved in between them. Two of his digits teased your entrance as his tongue worked your clit effortlessly. If you let him, he would spend all day with his face buried in your cunt. His fingers slid into your tight heat. He groaned against your clit as he felt your spongy walls sucking him in. Oh how he wished it were his cock.

As Satoru’s tongue circled around, his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. He loved the whines and moans he was drawing out of you. He would take this over any dumb, boring party any day.

All he wanted was you. All he needed was you.

“Gonna cum for me, sweets?” Satoru asked after his mouth left your pussy with a wet sound. His fingers were curling deep inside of you now, rubbing against your sweet spot.

“Uh huh,” you whined as you bucked your pussy against his hand. Those damned six eyes of his had shown him every single part of your anatomy that made you fall apart. Your hand reached out to his head, grabbing a handful of his snow white hair. You tugged at his hair to pull his face back to your pussy.

“So impatient,” he tsked before his tongue delved back in between your folds to return to your clit. “Always so needy,” he mumbled against your sensitive flesh.

“S-Shut up,” you protested, your voice high pitched as you felt yourself reaching your own climax. Your legs began to twitch as your head lolled back. A loud cry left your lips as your orgasm crashed over you in waves. The hand that was fixed in Satoru’s hair pulled impossibly tight on the strands.

Satoru made quick work of eating you out through your climax, even to the point of over stimulation. He loved the way your body trembled from just his mouth alone. He cleaned up your sensitive pussy with his greedy mouth before pulling away, wiping his dripping chin off with the back of his hand. “Guess we’re gonna miss that party, huh?” he remarked with a smirk as he looked up at you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The rest of the night had been spent in bed. The two of you were tangled up throughout the night in more positions than you could count. Your naked bodies clicking together like a puzzle. Satoru had you bent every which way with his cock stuffed deep inside of you, pumping you full of cum until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

After everything was said and done, you were fucked out. Satoru lovingly wrapped you up in a blanket before making you a warm cup of your favorite cup of tea.

He had a smug and satisfied look on his face as he handed you the steaming cup. He got what he wanted. He didn’t have to be bored all night and have to rub shoulders with ‘elite’ members of Jujutsu Society. He already knew he was above all of them. He didn’t have to impress anyone, save for you.

Satoru snuggled up to you as you took a sip of your tea. He was so impossibly in love with you. Sometimes he wished he could keep you all to himself. He wanted to feel bad for making you miss the party, but he just couldn’t help himself. He would say something about how irresistible you are and you would just roll your eyes.

Putting a wide grin on his face, Satoru propped his head up with both hands before saying, “Tomorrow! Let’s go out tomorrow.”

You gave him a little bit of a playful side eye before responding, “You said that last time.” You could play grumpy and annoyed all you wanted, but both of you loved this time together. Tucked away from the rest of the world’s prying eyes.

Satoru blinked before pouting at you like you didn’t believe him. “We can go anywhere you want! Pinky promise?” he offered as he stuck his pinky out to you.

“Pinky promise,” you repeated as your hand left the mug and linked your pinky with his own. You were interested to see if he kept his promise or found a way to keep you at home in his bed.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

[josiebobozie]

𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅

✦𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓✦

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. gojo x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT!!!!, pwop, unprotected sex, male masturbation, cum play/eating (gojo cleans you up hehe), gojo being needy/begging, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, hair pulling, gojo also being a little bit of a butthead

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. artwork by the ever so fabulous @baobei-bu!!! this fic is inspired by this piece!

“Heeey,” you heard a voice from behind you say as a very familiar pair of arms snaked around your waist. Satoru’s demanding presence loomed over you.

You had just finished pulling up your sparkling opera gloves that perfectly matched the string of pearls around your neck—a gift from Satoru. In fact, you were dressed head to toe in items purchased by him. Nothing but the most expensive and luxurious things for his sweets, as he would say.

Your hands pressed firmly against the table you were standing in front of as Satoru pressed his body firmly against your backside. You were locked in place with nowhere to go.

“Can I have a kiss of encouragement before we go out?” he asked, his voice a low and seductive purr as his large hands splayed across your stomach. His fingers glided across the silk fabric of your long, black evening gown.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, your head turned up to look at Satoru. His glowing blue eyes were fixed on you almost like you were prey. Like he wanted to eat you up. “Satoru… we already discussed this,” you explained in protest.

You knew it would be more than a kiss. It was always more than a kiss. As it stood, you were running late for your event already. A formal event where the highest and most important members of Jujustu Society would be in there. The man behind you was supposed to be the most important and powerful person in attendance.

In an act of defiance, Satoru turned you around while crouching down to meet your face. His glossy lips turned into a frown as he pouted at you. “Please?” he implored you as he gave you puppy dog eyes. “You know crowds make me nervous.”

The way he was eyeing you was making it hard for you to say no, but you shook your head in an attempt to stand your ground. Satoru loved being the center of attention, so you knew this was all an act to get what he wanted.

“You don’t love me anymore?” he whined as his head nestled in towards your breasts.

That was it. You knew you couldn’t deny him anymore. Your hand moved up to pinch his cheek as you offered him a gentle grin. “Haa… okay. Just a kiss and nothing more,” you asserted.

The smirk that curled on the corners of Satoru’s lips made your stomach jump. He looked smug, knowing he had successfully won you over and now there was no turning back.

Satoru took no time at all to claim your lips. His hot mouth dominating your lips as he kissed you like a man starved. You’d think he hadn’t seen you in weeks the way he was kissing you.

You attempted to pull back, but Satoru’s hands landed on either side of your face to hold it in place. He wasn’t letting you get away now that he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Hmmmm… not so fast, sweets,” Satoru hummed against your lips. “You love me right?” he inquired, his voice husky and low. The bright blue eyes that were staring at you were heavy lidded as he studied your features. He was pressing his body impossibly close to yours now. Close enough for you to feel the bulge that was growing in his pants.

“You already know the answer to that, Satoru,” you said as your chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Of course I do.”

“Of course you do,” he repeated, his voice just barely above a whisper. His thumb brushed your bottom lip. He applied slight pressure, making your mouth hang open. His eyes traveled down the expanse of your body.

“What are you-“ you began to ask as Satoru reached down to grab your dress, bunching it up until your panties were exposed.

“Hold it like this for me,” Satoru demanded as he stuffed the fabric into your hand. He pulled your lace panties to the side and exposed your pussy. “This too, sweets,” he said as he hooked your fingers into the hem of your underwear. “Yes. Good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with praise.

You watched as Satoru undid his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. You half expected for him to stuff you full with his cock, but his next move shocked you. He wrapped his long fingers around the girth of his cock and began to stroke it as he gazed into your eyes.

“Haa…” Satoru moaned as he worked his painfully hard cock with his hand. You watched, dazed by this brazen act. Not only were you probably not going to the party now, he was selfishly chasing his own pleasure. “So pretty… would be such a shame if I ruined this expensive dress I bought for you. I’ll try to keep it clean,” he breathed into your ear. “Heh, no promises though.”

Satoru’s strokes grew faster as his breathing grew heavier. You knew all the telltale signs that he was about to cum. You couldn’t believe you were letting him do this to you, but the act was turning you on. Your cunt was glistening and aching with need.

“Fuck,” Satoru groaned before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “Gonna cum all over this perfect pussy, okay?”

You nodded, looking down to the space between the two of you. Satoru’s pants and heavy breathing turned into desperate moans as his hips bucked in time with his hand as he neared his climax. A loud gasp left your mouth as you felt thick, hot ropes of cum paint the space just above your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling of it dripping down to your folds.

Coming down from his orgasm, Satoru looked down at your pussy with a shit-eating grin. The sight of you covered in his cum spurred him on even more. “I’m a man of my word, sweets. Didn’t get a drop on your dress,” he hummed sarcastically as his hand left his cock. Two fingers slid through his seed as he spread some of it down to rub it on your clit.

“Aah!” you exclaimed as you tried to swat his hand away. He already made a big enough mess as it stood and now he wanted to play around with it?

“What, don’t like it?” he asked with that same pout from earlier. “How about this, sweets… I’ll clean you up because you were such a good girl for me.”

You watched in complete and utter shock as Satoru lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking his own cum off his fingers. Satoru always found new and exciting ways to surprise you, but this took the cake.

“Keep holding this up for me,” Satoru said as he sank to his knees. His face was just inches away from your sloppy cunt. “I can’t believe you let me make such a mess on this pretty pussy, sweets.”

You felt your face get hot as his words hit your ears. You and Satoru had experimented a lot, but this was an entirely new and unexpected experience.

Satoru leaned in and began lapping up the cum on your skin. The flavor of his cum was something entirely new to him—sweet with a hint of bitterness. He made sure to catch the drops that slipped between your folds. “Such a messy girl,” he mused before his tongue finally made its way to your clit. He savored the sweet sounds that spilled from your lips as your hips rolled against his mouth. He especially loved the taste of your pussy. The sweetness of your juices coating his tongue.

He steadied himself with a hand on one of your thighs as his other moved in between them. Two of his digits teased your entrance as his tongue worked your clit effortlessly. If you let him, he would spend all day with his face buried in your cunt. His fingers slid into your tight heat. He groaned against your clit as he felt your spongy walls sucking him in. Oh how he wished it were his cock.

As Satoru’s tongue circled around, his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. He loved the whines and moans he was drawing out of you. He would take this over any dumb, boring party any day.

All he wanted was you. All he needed was you.

“Gonna cum for me, sweets?” Satoru asked after his mouth left your pussy with a wet sound. His fingers were curling deep inside of you now, rubbing against your sweet spot.

“Uh huh,” you whined as you bucked your pussy against his hand. Those damned six eyes of his had shown him every single part of your anatomy that made you fall apart. Your hand reached out to his head, grabbing a handful of his snow white hair. You tugged at his hair to pull his face back to your pussy.

“So impatient,” he tsked before his tongue delved back in between your folds to return to your clit. “Always so needy,” he mumbled against your sensitive flesh.

“S-Shut up,” you protested, your voice high pitched as you felt yourself reaching your own climax. Your legs began to twitch as your head lolled back. A loud cry left your lips as your orgasm crashed over you in waves. The hand that was fixed in Satoru’s hair pulled impossibly tight on the strands.

Satoru made quick work of eating you out through your climax, even to the point of over stimulation. He loved the way your body trembled from just his mouth alone. He cleaned up your sensitive pussy with his greedy mouth before pulling away, wiping his dripping chin off with the back of his hand. “Guess we’re gonna miss that party, huh?” he remarked with a smirk as he looked up at you.

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The rest of the night had been spent in bed. The two of you were tangled up throughout the night in more positions than you could count. Your naked bodies clicking together like a puzzle. Satoru had you bent every which way with his cock stuffed deep inside of you, pumping you full of cum until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

After everything was said and done, you were fucked out. Satoru lovingly wrapped you up in a blanket before making you a warm cup of your favorite cup of tea.

He had a smug and satisfied look on his face as he handed you the steaming cup. He got what he wanted. He didn’t have to be bored all night and have to rub shoulders with ‘elite’ members of Jujutsu Society. He already knew he was above all of them. He didn’t have to impress anyone, save for you.

Satoru snuggled up to you as you took a sip of your tea. He was so impossibly in love with you. Sometimes he wished he could keep you all to himself. He wanted to feel bad for making you miss the party, but he just couldn’t help himself. He would say something about how irresistible you are and you would just roll your eyes.

Putting a wide grin on his face, Satoru propped his head up with both hands before saying, “Tomorrow! Let’s go out tomorrow.”

You gave him a little bit of a playful side eye before responding, “You said that last time.” You could play grumpy and annoyed all you wanted, but both of you loved this time together. Tucked away from the rest of the world’s prying eyes.

Satoru blinked before pouting at you like you didn’t believe him. “We can go anywhere you want! Pinky promise?” he offered as he stuck his pinky out to you.

“Pinky promise,” you repeated as your hand left the mug and linked your pinky with his own. You were interested to see if he kept his promise or found a way to keep you at home in his bed.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

[josiebobozie]

𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅

✦𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓✦

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. gojo x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT!!!!, pwop, unprotected sex, male masturbation, cum play/eating (gojo cleans you up hehe), gojo being needy/begging, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, hair pulling, gojo also being a little bit of a butthead

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. artwork by the ever so fabulous @baobei-bu!!! this fic is inspired by this piece!

“Heeey,” you heard a voice from behind you say as a very familiar pair of arms snaked around your waist. Satoru’s demanding presence loomed over you.

You had just finished pulling up your sparkling opera gloves that perfectly matched the string of pearls around your neck—a gift from Satoru. In fact, you were dressed head to toe in items purchased by him. Nothing but the most expensive and luxurious things for his sweets, as he would say.

Your hands pressed firmly against the table you were standing in front of as Satoru pressed his body firmly against your backside. You were locked in place with nowhere to go.

“Can I have a kiss of encouragement before we go out?” he asked, his voice a low and seductive purr as his large hands splayed across your stomach. His fingers glided across the silk fabric of your long, black evening gown.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, your head turned up to look at Satoru. His glowing blue eyes were fixed on you almost like you were prey. Like he wanted to eat you up. “Satoru… we already discussed this,” you explained in protest.

You knew it would be more than a kiss. It was always more than a kiss. As it stood, you were running late for your event already. A formal event where the highest and most important members of Jujustu Society would be in there. The man behind you was supposed to be the most important and powerful person in attendance.

In an act of defiance, Satoru turned you around while crouching down to meet your face. His glossy lips turned into a frown as he pouted at you. “Please?” he implored you as he gave you puppy dog eyes. “You know crowds make me nervous.”

The way he was eyeing you was making it hard for you to say no, but you shook your head in an attempt to stand your ground. Satoru loved being the center of attention, so you knew this was all an act to get what he wanted.

“You don’t love me anymore?” he whined as his head nestled in towards your breasts.

That was it. You knew you couldn’t deny him anymore. Your hand moved up to pinch his cheek as you offered him a gentle grin. “Haa… okay. Just a kiss and nothing more,” you asserted.

The smirk that curled on the corners of Satoru’s lips made your stomach jump. He looked smug, knowing he had successfully won you over and now there was no turning back.

Satoru took no time at all to claim your lips. His hot mouth dominating your lips as he kissed you like a man starved. You’d think he hadn’t seen you in weeks the way he was kissing you.

You attempted to pull back, but Satoru’s hands landed on either side of your face to hold it in place. He wasn’t letting you get away now that he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Hmmmm… not so fast, sweets,” Satoru hummed against your lips. “You love me right?” he inquired, his voice husky and low. The bright blue eyes that were staring at you were heavy lidded as he studied your features. He was pressing his body impossibly close to yours now. Close enough for you to feel the bulge that was growing in his pants.

“You already know the answer to that, Satoru,” you said as your chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Of course I do.”

“Of course you do,” he repeated, his voice just barely above a whisper. His thumb brushed your bottom lip. He applied slight pressure, making your mouth hang open. His eyes traveled down the expanse of your body.

“What are you-“ you began to ask as Satoru reached down to grab your dress, bunching it up until your panties were exposed.

“Hold it like this for me,” Satoru demanded as he stuffed the fabric into your hand. He pulled your lace panties to the side and exposed your pussy. “This too, sweets,” he said as he hooked your fingers into the hem of your underwear. “Yes. Good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with praise.

You watched as Satoru undid his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. You half expected for him to stuff you full with his cock, but his next move shocked you. He wrapped his long fingers around the girth of his cock and began to stroke it as he gazed into your eyes.

“Haa…” Satoru moaned as he worked his painfully hard cock with his hand. You watched, dazed by this brazen act. Not only were you probably not going to the party now, he was selfishly chasing his own pleasure. “So pretty… would be such a shame if I ruined this expensive dress I bought for you. I’ll try to keep it clean,” he breathed into your ear. “Heh, no promises though.”

Satoru’s strokes grew faster as his breathing grew heavier. You knew all the telltale signs that he was about to cum. You couldn’t believe you were letting him do this to you, but the act was turning you on. Your cunt was glistening and aching with need.

“Fuck,” Satoru groaned before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “Gonna cum all over this perfect pussy, okay?”

You nodded, looking down to the space between the two of you. Satoru’s pants and heavy breathing turned into desperate moans as his hips bucked in time with his hand as he neared his climax. A loud gasp left your mouth as you felt thick, hot ropes of cum paint the space just above your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling of it dripping down to your folds.

Coming down from his orgasm, Satoru looked down at your pussy with a shit-eating grin. The sight of you covered in his cum spurred him on even more. “I’m a man of my word, sweets. Didn’t get a drop on your dress,” he hummed sarcastically as his hand left his cock. Two fingers slid through his seed as he spread some of it down to rub it on your clit.

“Aah!” you exclaimed as you tried to swat his hand away. He already made a big enough mess as it stood and now he wanted to play around with it?

“What, don’t like it?” he asked with that same pout from earlier. “How about this, sweets… I’ll clean you up because you were such a good girl for me.”

You watched in complete and utter shock as Satoru lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking his own cum off his fingers. Satoru always found new and exciting ways to surprise you, but this took the cake.

“Keep holding this up for me,” Satoru said as he sank to his knees. His face was just inches away from your sloppy cunt. “I can’t believe you let me make such a mess on this pretty pussy, sweets.”

You felt your face get hot as his words hit your ears. You and Satoru had experimented a lot, but this was an entirely new and unexpected experience.

Satoru leaned in and began lapping up the cum on your skin. The flavor of his cum was something entirely new to him—sweet with a hint of bitterness. He made sure to catch the drops that slipped between your folds. “Such a messy girl,” he mused before his tongue finally made its way to your clit. He savored the sweet sounds that spilled from your lips as your hips rolled against his mouth. He especially loved the taste of your pussy. The sweetness of your juices coating his tongue.

He steadied himself with a hand on one of your thighs as his other moved in between them. Two of his digits teased your entrance as his tongue worked your clit effortlessly. If you let him, he would spend all day with his face buried in your cunt. His fingers slid into your tight heat. He groaned against your clit as he felt your spongy walls sucking him in. Oh how he wished it were his cock.

As Satoru’s tongue circled around, his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. He loved the whines and moans he was drawing out of you. He would take this over any dumb, boring party any day.

All he wanted was you. All he needed was you.

“Gonna cum for me, sweets?” Satoru asked after his mouth left your pussy with a wet sound. His fingers were curling deep inside of you now, rubbing against your sweet spot.

“Uh huh,” you whined as you bucked your pussy against his hand. Those damned six eyes of his had shown him every single part of your anatomy that made you fall apart. Your hand reached out to his head, grabbing a handful of his snow white hair. You tugged at his hair to pull his face back to your pussy.

“So impatient,” he tsked before his tongue delved back in between your folds to return to your clit. “Always so needy,” he mumbled against your sensitive flesh.

“S-Shut up,” you protested, your voice high pitched as you felt yourself reaching your own climax. Your legs began to twitch as your head lolled back. A loud cry left your lips as your orgasm crashed over you in waves. The hand that was fixed in Satoru’s hair pulled impossibly tight on the strands.

Satoru made quick work of eating you out through your climax, even to the point of over stimulation. He loved the way your body trembled from just his mouth alone. He cleaned up your sensitive pussy with his greedy mouth before pulling away, wiping his dripping chin off with the back of his hand. “Guess we’re gonna miss that party, huh?” he remarked with a smirk as he looked up at you.

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The rest of the night had been spent in bed. The two of you were tangled up throughout the night in more positions than you could count. Your naked bodies clicking together like a puzzle. Satoru had you bent every which way with his cock stuffed deep inside of you, pumping you full of cum until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

After everything was said and done, you were fucked out. Satoru lovingly wrapped you up in a blanket before making you a warm cup of your favorite cup of tea.

He had a smug and satisfied look on his face as he handed you the steaming cup. He got what he wanted. He didn’t have to be bored all night and have to rub shoulders with ‘elite’ members of Jujutsu Society. He already knew he was above all of them. He didn’t have to impress anyone, save for you.

Satoru snuggled up to you as you took a sip of your tea. He was so impossibly in love with you. Sometimes he wished he could keep you all to himself. He wanted to feel bad for making you miss the party, but he just couldn’t help himself. He would say something about how irresistible you are and you would just roll your eyes.

Putting a wide grin on his face, Satoru propped his head up with both hands before saying, “Tomorrow! Let’s go out tomorrow.”

You gave him a little bit of a playful side eye before responding, “You said that last time.” You could play grumpy and annoyed all you wanted, but both of you loved this time together. Tucked away from the rest of the world’s prying eyes.

Satoru blinked before pouting at you like you didn’t believe him. “We can go anywhere you want! Pinky promise?” he offered as he stuck his pinky out to you.

“Pinky promise,” you repeated as your hand left the mug and linked your pinky with his own. You were interested to see if he kept his promise or found a way to keep you at home in his bed.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

[josiebobozie]

hmmmmm i think i want to write geto x male reader perhaps

is there a market for male reader inserts ??

[josiebobozie]

i wrote the sukuna nsfw alphabet at work LMAOOOO. i’m planning on doing one for all the jjk men, so be on the look out!

[josiebobozie]

✦𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍✦

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. true form!sukuna x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. smut, implied unprotected sex, implied anal sex, impact play, exhibitionism, panty sniffing, oral sex (m and f receiving), sukuna likes to make you beg

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 1k

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

If it was especially intense, I think Sukuna would hold you in his arms and give you kisses while both of your bodies calm down from a very intense love making session. I don’t think he would know how to do anything else as he’s not a very gentle man.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think he’s a little bit of a narcissist and probably loves every part of himself.

I think he would love your stomach. He would love to see the way it bulges when he fucks you deep.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

As much as Sukuna loves to cum inside you, he loves painting you with it. He loves seeing hot ropes of his cum all over your back or on your tummy. But he ESPECIALLY loves to see it on your face.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he’s a panty sniffer and I will NOT apologize for it. I think he loves your scent in like a really primal way.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sukuna has had many many partners in all his years. So he knows his way around the block, so to say.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves doggy style. He loves the way you arch your back and stick your ass up in the air. It’s also the perfect position for him to stuff you with both of his cocks.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is very serious. I think there could be moments of levity after intense sessions, but he is very serious when he fucks you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

THIS MAN HAS A BUSH. You could not convince me otherwise. It’s thick and trails up to his second mouth on his stomach.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I think he gets lost in the moment sometimes when he’s chasing his own pleasure, but he can dial it back to make sure you’re getting the most out of the experience, too.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Now why would he do that when he has you?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I think he would like impact play a LOT. Of course, it would be consensual and he would check in with you to make sure that he’s not going to far. He’s the king of curses, not a monster!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He can and will fuck you anywhere.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He loves it when you say the word, “please.” It could be in the most innocent of contexts. It just gets him going for whatever reason.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is not going to be submissive. Don’t even try. You will not like the result!

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He looovvesss giving you head. He loved the way you taste and the way you writhe against his mouth.

His cocks are so big that it’s almost impossible for you to give him head, but he loves to see you try!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He doesn’t know anything else besides fast and rough. Once he trained your holes to take him, he shows you no mercy.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I reckon it’s a pretty common thing with him. But he would do it mostly to tease you and make you want more. He’d pull you to the side for a quickie, but he loves to tease and will often stop right before you climax and just walk away.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is down for nearly everything. If there is ever a new position or kink you want to experiment with, he is more than willing to try it for you. He is also a big fan of taking risks.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can and will fuck you all night long.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He would probably use them on you because he loves overstimulating you. He wants to have you shaking and squirming underneath him. He’d probably have a vibrator right on your clit while he fills both your holes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will make you BEG. And he won’t give you want you want until he’s got you on your knees, crying and begging to be fucked by him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mans is loud. He’s growling and moaning in your ear while he fucks you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Exhibitionism. He would probably love to fuck you in front of a large group of people. He would want to show off how much of a good girl you are for him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I subscribe to the belief that true form Sukuna has two cocks. Very long and VERY thick. Honestly probably like 9 inches long and the heads are bulbous. They are stacked one on top of the other.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Incredibly high. All you really have to do is be there and he will have you bent over the nearest surface to fuck you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would probably be snoozing right after. He’s satisfied and your in his arms all fucked out. What more could he need?

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. gojo satoru x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. smut, implied unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, male whimpering/moaning, sex in public mentioned, oral (m and f receiving), sensory deprivation

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 1.2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i’m planning on doing a whole series of these! stay tuned :)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

This man will forever put your needs before his own. You need a snack? He’s got an assortment of your faves waiting. You need to take a shower? He’s in there with you washing your hair. You need to be held? His arms are wrapped around you in less time than it took you to ask.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Satoru loves his arms. The way his muscles flex. How strong they are so he can hold you in his arms

He looovveessss your boobs. He is a boob guy. In his hands, his face smooshed between them. He genuinely cannot get enough. He would play with them all day if you let him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s a freak. He always wants to cum inside of you. In your pussy, in your mouth. It just HAS to be inside you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes being submissive from time to time. Loves it when you talk dirty to him and put him in his place. He might be the strongest, but when he is behind closed doors with you, he lets you take control.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You are probably one of the only partners he’s ever had, but he knows your body down to each individual molecule. His six eyes have helped him map out every part of your body that makes you gasp and moan.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves having you in missionary. Legs pushed back so he can drive his cock in you as deep as he can possibly go. And seeing the pretty little faces you make while he fucks you is just the cherry on top.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

His name wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo if he didn’t know how to let loose and have fun. Sex with him is filled with breathy giggles.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don’t think he shaves or anything, but he probably also isn’t super hairy down there. Just a few wisps of white hair at the base.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Despite his naturally goofy nature, I think Satoru would pull all the stops for you. Roses, candles, the works. Nothing is too much for his girl. He is a hopeless romantic and he tries to make every moment special for you, even if it might be a little over the top.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated before, he’s a freak. On long missions or when you two are apart for too long, his fingers are wrapped around his cock just wishing he was buried in your cunt.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I think it’s a well known fact that Satoru Gojo has a breeding kink. I think also maybe sensory deprivation. He probably loves putting his blind fold on you while he has his way with you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He would probably fuck you anywhere, but he loves fucking you in the bed that the two of you share.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You just turn him on in general, but when you two get into silly, meaningless little arguments, the fire in your eyes and the annoyed tone of your voice really get his engines revving.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything within the realm of dubious consent. He has to have your unwavering and enthusiastic consent every time.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Satoru loves it when you go down on him. Your pretty lips wrapped around his cock makes his mind go brrrrrrrrrrr

But he loves going down on you more. He works his tongue on your clit in tandem with two of his long fingers curling inside of you. He could spend hours between your legs eating you out. He thinks you’re sweeter than any dessert.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to fuck you fast and deep. It’s like his natural instinct to claim you like that. But on occasion, he likes to take his time with you to savor the feeling of his cock pushing in and out of you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Satoru will get it in whenever he can and for however long he can. Quickies are a normal thing with him, but he would often prefer to lay you down in bed and make love to you for hours.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

This man loves to fuck you in dressing rooms. He takes you shopping and has you try on dresses for him. He can’t help that his cock gets impossibly hard when a pretty thing like you is trying on dresses just for him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He could go for hours. He’s not satisfied unless he’s made you cum at least 5 times.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You know, he doesn’t mean to feel this way, but the thought of something other than him making you cum really makes him jealous. He probably would prefer not to use them on you or even himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a bastard and 100% loves teasing you just to see you get all hot and bothered.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is a man who is not afraid to be vocal. He whimpers and moans into your ear and into the crook of your neck. He will moan into your ear again and again how you’d make such a beautiful mommy if you’d just let him breed that perfect little pussy of yours.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When the two of you first started having sex, he would keep the blindfold on because he was afraid if he took it off and looked at your face that he would cum too fast.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

LONG. His cock is considerably long and has a decent amount of girth to it. He remarks how perfectly it fills you up every time he pushes it into you.

Is it weird to use hex codes?? But the tip is like a soft pink (#d47f8c).

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He could probably always fuck you. He’s found a way to control his infinity and six eyes, but he hasn’t found a way to hold back his sex drive. He just cannot help it when he’s around you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He probably wouldn’t fall asleep immediately after. He would make sure all of your needs were met and honestly, he would probably need a snack or a sweet treat himself before falling asleep.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

[josiebobozie]

I hope you guys are enjoying the gojo nsfw alphabet. I have some actual real stuff that I’m working on. I just need to stop being LAZY and get to it

[josiebobozie]

got something dirty and downright nasty brewing for y’all

[josiebobozie]

✦𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔✦

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. gojo satoru x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. smut, implied unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, male whimpering/moaning, sex in public mentioned, oral (m and f receiving), sensory deprivation

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 1.2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i’m planning on doing a whole series of these! stay tuned :)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

This man will forever put your needs before his own. You need a snack? He’s got an assortment of your faves waiting. You need to take a shower? He’s in there with you washing your hair. You need to be held? His arms are wrapped around you in less time than it took you to ask.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Satoru loves his arms. The way his muscles flex. How strong they are so he can hold you in his arms

He looovveessss your boobs. He is a boob guy. In his hands, his face smooshed between them. He genuinely cannot get enough. He would play with them all day if you let him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s a freak. He always wants to cum inside of you. In your pussy, in your mouth. It just HAS to be inside you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes being submissive from time to time. Loves it when you talk dirty to him and put him in his place. He might be the strongest, but when he is behind closed doors with you, he lets you take control.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You are probably one of the only partners he’s ever had, but he knows your body down to each individual molecule. His six eyes have helped him map out every part of your body that makes you gasp and moan.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves having you in missionary. Legs pushed back so he can drive his cock in you as deep as he can possibly go. And seeing the pretty little faces you make while he fucks you is just the cherry on top.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

His name wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo if he didn’t know how to let loose and have fun. Sex with him is filled with breathy giggles.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don’t think he shaves or anything, but he probably also isn’t super hairy down there. Just a few wisps of white hair at the base.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Despite his naturally goofy nature, I think Satoru would pull all the stops for you. Roses, candles, the works. Nothing is too much for his girl. He is a hopeless romantic and he tries to make every moment special for you, even if it might be a little over the top.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated before, he’s a freak. On long missions or when you two are apart for too long, his fingers are wrapped around his cock just wishing he was buried in your cunt.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I think it’s a well known fact that Satoru Gojo has a breeding kink. I think also maybe sensory deprivation. He probably loves putting his blind fold on you while he has his way with you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He would probably fuck you anywhere, but he loves fucking you in the bed that the two of you share.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You just turn him on in general, but when you two get into silly, meaningless little arguments, the fire in your eyes and the annoyed tone of your voice really get his engines revving.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything within the realm of dubious consent. He has to have your unwavering and enthusiastic consent every time.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Satoru loves it when you go down on him. Your pretty lips wrapped around his cock makes his mind go brrrrrrrrrrr

But he loves going down on you more. He works his tongue on your clit in tandem with two of his long fingers curling inside of you. He could spend hours between your legs eating you out. He thinks you’re sweeter than any dessert.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to fuck you fast and deep. It’s like his natural instinct to claim you like that. But on occasion, he likes to take his time with you to savor the feeling of his cock pushing in and out of you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Satoru will get it in whenever he can and for however long he can. Quickies are a normal thing with him, but he would often prefer to lay you down in bed and make love to you for hours.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

This man loves to fuck you in dressing rooms. He takes you shopping and has you try on dresses for him. He can’t help that his cock gets impossibly hard when a pretty thing like you is trying on dresses just for him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He could go for hours. He’s not satisfied unless he’s made you cum at least 5 times.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You know, he doesn’t mean to feel this way, but the thought of something other than him making you cum really makes him jealous. He probably would prefer not to use them on you or even himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a bastard and 100% loves teasing you just to see you get all hot and bothered.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is a man who is not afraid to be vocal. He whimpers and moans into your ear and into the crook of your neck. He will moan into your ear again and again how you’d make such a beautiful mommy if you’d just let him breed that perfect little pussy of yours.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When the two of you first started having sex, he would keep the blindfold on because he was afraid if he took it off and looked at your face that he would cum too fast.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

LONG. His cock is considerably long and has a decent amount of girth to it. He remarks how perfectly it fills you up every time he pushes it into you.

Is it weird to use hex codes?? But the tip is like a soft pink (#d47f8c).

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He could probably always fuck you. He’s found a way to control his infinity and six eyes, but he hasn’t found a way to hold back his sex drive. He just cannot help it when he’s around you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He probably wouldn’t fall asleep immediately after. He would make sure all of your needs were met and honestly, he would probably need a snack or a sweet treat himself before falling asleep.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

[josiebobozie]

𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. aki hayakwa x gender neutral!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦. you take care of aki while he is drunk

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. drinking/alcohol/getting drunk, slight nsfw, kind of but not really proofread

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 1.5k

The soft drumming of rain against the windowpane was the first thing to register as you slowly woke from your sleep. A gentle warmth radiated behind you, and turning your head, you saw Aki's peaceful face nestled in the pillow. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and the quiet rhythm of his breathing filled the still morning air. A sense of calm settled over you as you watched him sleep, the gray light filtering through the curtains painting a soft glow on his skin.

Through your grogginess, you recalled the events of the night before. The evening was spent with drinks and laughter with Aki and the other members of Special Division 4. It was rare that the lot of you felt that kind of levity. Ignoring the horrors of the world, if only for a little while.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Himeno had gotten entirely too drunk, which wasn’t unusual for her. In a brazen move, she had challenged Aki to a drinking game. The rules of which felt like a blur to you now. Something about every time Power yells or shouts at someone, they had to take a shot. It was amusing to watch Aki’s normally hard exterior soften with each shot.

When the night had come to an end and the bar had closed, you were tasked with the responsibility of getting a very drunk Aki home safely. You trudged along the streets with his arm slung around you as he lamented about how much he drank. He was definitely going to regret it in the morning.

After finally getting him home, you managed to get him changed into some pajamas and nestled into bed. You made sure to set a glass of water on his nightstand before attempting to slip out the door so that you could go home yourself.

“Y/N?” you heard come from the lump under the comforter on the bed.

“Yeah? Do you need anything before I go?” you ask as you stand at the open door, ready to turn the light off. You knew that Aki would have the worst hangover in the morning.

“Don’t go…” he grumbled in his drunkenness. You almost didn’t hear him. But once the words registered in your head, you felt your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter in your chest. “Lay with me please.”

Time stood still for a moment while you watched him from the door, almost dazed in a way. You’ve never heard Aki talk like this. It was probably because he was drunk. It was definitely because he was drunk. But you didn’t want to leave him feeling betrayed.

So you rummaged through his dresser for a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt so you didn’t have to go to bed in your going out clothes. After changing quickly, you slipped into bed with Aki who was mumbling about how his stomach hurt. You almost couldn’t pay attention though because your heart was pounding in your chest and the sound echoed in your ears.

Aki slung an arm around you, pulling you close against his chest. You felt frozen, not knowing if you should push away from him. This had to be crossing some kind of professional boundary, you thought to yourself. You closed your eyes and tried to force yourself to go to sleep. Maybe all of this wouldn’t be so awkward in the morning.

Your eyes shot wide open when you heard Aki mumble, “So pretty…” his hand that was placed on your waist moved up to your face. The pad of his thumb brushed over your cheekbone.

“Aki, what are you—“ you tried to ask, but were abruptly cut off by his mouth on yours. The kiss was messy and wet. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue that he was haphazardly sliding into your mouth.

Aki moaned softly as he kissed you. His inhibitions completely faded. You were just so warm and so pretty lying next to him in his bed. Like how had he gotten so lucky? He didn’t know why he hadn’t done this sooner. God, your lips felt so nice against his.

All these thoughts were rushing through his head and straight down into his pants. He whimpered against your lips as he felt his cock twitch against the fabric of his pajama bottoms.

You wished you could live in the moment and enjoy this, but you remembered that Aki was wasted. There was no way he could consent. No way he would do this sober.

Prying yourself away from Aki’s hungry mouth, you gasped for air. “Stop. We have to stop.”

Aki let out a disappointed groan as he tried to pull you in for another kiss, but you dodged his attempts. “Y/N… Was it bad?” he asked, his lips turning into a pout. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t want him. “I wanted to do it for so long. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You shook your head and sighed. “Aki, you’re drunk. We can’t do this,” you said firmly. You wished you could throw caution to the wind, but you knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. “If you feel the same way when you’re sober, maybe I’ll feel differently about it.”

There were lots of things you wanted to talk to him about when he was sober. Like if this wasn’t induced by his drunken state, where did these feelings come from all of a sudden?

“Yeah, right… When I’m sober,” Aki grumbled as he settled back into his mattress and pulled you in close once more. His head felt like a rollercoaster. He couldn’t think straight. His mind was in circles from the alcohol and the scent of your shampoo. “G’night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Aki,” you yawned as you drifted off to sleep.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You wanted to get up and maybe make Aki a cup of coffee for the impending hangover he was going to have once he woke up. And then maybe you’d go home after that. But your plans were foiled when you felt Aki stirring, waking up from his sleep.

“Ugh…” you heard from Aki as you watched him rub his eyes. “I’m never drinking again,” he insisted. “I need a cigarette.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you mused as you rolled around to face him. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

Aki blinked, trying to recall the events that unfolded for himself. “Unfortunately, yeah.” He was embarrassed with the way he acted. He usually had more decorum than that.

You felt like you had been shot in the heart. What did he mean by unfortunately? Did he regret kissing you? These feelings for Aki surfaced very quickly, but if you had to smash them down, you would. Your life as a devil hunter had made you accustom to disappointment. “Oh… okay,” you whispered, knowing Aki was too drunk to actually mean it. To mean it when he said you were pretty. Or when he held onto you like he was going to lose you. Or when he kissed you like a man starving.

He was too drunk, right?

Aki noticed the shift in your demeanor. The disappointment hung thick in the air between the both of you. “Y/N, did I upset you?” he asked, trying to realize what he had done wrong. “Is this about the kiss?”

“Kind of. It’s okay though. You were drunk,” you quickly explained as you started to lift yourself off the mattress. You gasped when Aki’s arm snaked around your waist and held you down next to him. You were trapped under the strength of his arm. “What are you doing?”

“Y/N, I don’t regret kissing you, if that’s what you think. I regret getting so drunk and the way I acted,” he explained as he tried to soothe your worries. “I would hope my actions wouldn’t stop you from letting me kiss you properly. Soberly.”

You were stunned. You couldn’t believe it. You probably looked crazy in that moment. Eyes wide and lips parted in genuine shock. “You’re not joking?”

Aki shook his head ‘no’ while letting out a low chuckle. A gentle smile curled at the corners of his lips. What a beautiful and rare sight it was to see Aki smiling. “Not even a little bit. I promise.”

Despite his hungover state, Aki closed the small gap between the two of them and pressed his lips to yours. This kiss was different. More intentional. It wasn’t sloppy, but it wasn’t missing any of the passion from the one he gave you before. Your lips worked in tandem with his as your bodies curled into each other’s.

“Let’s get breakfast, yeah?” Aki asked as he pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. The effects of his hangover were starting to really kick in and he needed something to curb the pressure building in his head.

“Yeah, breakfast,” you agreed with a wide smile.

You thought to yourself as you both got out of bed that perhaps there was some merit to the notion that drunk actions were sober thoughts.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

[josiebobozie]

𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. aki hayakwa x gender neutral!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦. you take care of aki while he is drunk

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. drinking/alcohol/getting drunk, slight nsfw, kind of but not really proofread

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 1.5k

The soft drumming of rain against the windowpane was the first thing to register as you slowly woke from your sleep. A gentle warmth radiated behind you, and turning your head, you saw Aki's peaceful face nestled in the pillow. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and the quiet rhythm of his breathing filled the still morning air. A sense of calm settled over you as you watched him sleep, the gray light filtering through the curtains painting a soft glow on his skin.

Through your grogginess, you recalled the events of the night before. The evening was spent with drinks and laughter with Aki and the other members of Special Division 4. It was rare that the lot of you felt that kind of levity. Ignoring the horrors of the world, if only for a little while.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Himeno had gotten entirely too drunk, which wasn’t unusual for her. In a brazen move, she had challenged Aki to a drinking game. The rules of which felt like a blur to you now. Something about every time Power yells or shouts at someone, they had to take a shot. It was amusing to watch Aki’s normally hard exterior soften with each shot.

When the night had come to an end and the bar had closed, you were tasked with the responsibility of getting a very drunk Aki home safely. You trudged along the streets with his arm slung around you as he lamented about how much he drank. He was definitely going to regret it in the morning.

After finally getting him home, you managed to get him changed into some pajamas and nestled into bed. You made sure to set a glass of water on his nightstand before attempting to slip out the door so that you could go home yourself.

“Y/N?” you heard come from the lump under the comforter on the bed.

“Yeah? Do you need anything before I go?” you ask as you stand at the open door, ready to turn the light off. You knew that Aki would have the worst hangover in the morning.

“Don’t go…” he grumbled in his drunkenness. You almost didn’t hear him. But once the words registered in your head, you felt your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter in your chest. “Lay with me please.”

Time stood still for a moment while you watched him from the door, almost dazed in a way. You’ve never heard Aki talk like this. It was probably because he was drunk. It was definitely because he was drunk. But you didn’t want to leave him feeling betrayed.

So you rummaged through his dresser for a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt so you didn’t have to go to bed in your going out clothes. After changing quickly, you slipped into bed with Aki who was mumbling about how his stomach hurt. You almost couldn’t pay attention though because your heart was pounding in your chest and the sound echoed in your ears.

Aki slung an arm around you, pulling you close against his chest. You felt frozen, not knowing if you should push away from him. This had to be crossing some kind of professional boundary, you thought to yourself. You closed your eyes and tried to force yourself to go to sleep. Maybe all of this wouldn’t be so awkward in the morning.

Your eyes shot wide open when you heard Aki mumble, “So pretty…” his hand that was placed on your waist moved up to your face. The pad of his thumb brushed over your cheekbone.

“Aki, what are you—“ you tried to ask, but were abruptly cut off by his mouth on yours. The kiss was messy and wet. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue that he was haphazardly sliding into your mouth.

Aki moaned softly as he kissed you. His inhibitions completely faded. You were just so warm and so pretty lying next to him in his bed. Like how had he gotten so lucky? He didn’t know why he hadn’t done this sooner. God, your lips felt so nice against his.

All these thoughts were rushing through his head and straight down into his pants. He whimpered against your lips as he felt his cock twitch against the fabric of his pajama bottoms.

You wished you could live in the moment and enjoy this, but you remembered that Aki was wasted. There was no way he could consent. No way he would do this sober.

Prying yourself away from Aki’s hungry mouth, you gasped for air. “Stop. We have to stop.”

Aki let out a disappointed groan as he tried to pull you in for another kiss, but you dodged his attempts. “Y/N… Was it bad?” he asked, his lips turning into a pout. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t want him. “I wanted to do it for so long. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You shook your head and sighed. “Aki, you’re drunk. We can’t do this,” you said firmly. You wished you could throw caution to the wind, but you knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. “If you feel the same way when you’re sober, maybe I’ll feel differently about it.”

There were lots of things you wanted to talk to him about when he was sober. Like if this wasn’t induced by his drunken state, where did these feelings come from all of a sudden?

“Yeah, right… When I’m sober,” Aki grumbled as he settled back into his mattress and pulled you in close once more. His head felt like a rollercoaster. He couldn’t think straight. His mind was in circles from the alcohol and the scent of your shampoo. “G’night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Aki,” you yawned as you drifted off to sleep.

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You wanted to get up and maybe make Aki a cup of coffee for the impending hangover he was going to have once he woke up. And then maybe you’d go home after that. But your plans were foiled when you felt Aki stirring, waking up from his sleep.

“Ugh…” you heard from Aki as you watched him rub his eyes. “I’m never drinking again,” he insisted. “I need a cigarette.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you mused as you rolled around to face him. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

Aki blinked, trying to recall the events that unfolded for himself. “Unfortunately, yeah.” He was embarrassed with the way he acted. He usually had more decorum than that.

You felt like you had been shot in the heart. What did he mean by unfortunately? Did he regret kissing you? These feelings for Aki surfaced very quickly, but if you had to smash them down, you would. Your life as a devil hunter had made you accustom to disappointment. “Oh… okay,” you whispered, knowing Aki was too drunk to actually mean it. To mean it when he said you were pretty. Or when he held onto you like he was going to lose you. Or when he kissed you like a man starving.

He was too drunk, right?

Aki noticed the shift in your demeanor. The disappointment hung thick in the air between the both of you. “Y/N, did I upset you?” he asked, trying to realize what he had done wrong. “Is this about the kiss?”

“Kind of. It’s okay though. You were drunk,” you quickly explained as you started to lift yourself off the mattress. You gasped when Aki’s arm snaked around your waist and held you down next to him. You were trapped under the strength of his arm. “What are you doing?”

“Y/N, I don’t regret kissing you, if that’s what you think. I regret getting so drunk and the way I acted,” he explained as he tried to soothe your worries. “I would hope my actions wouldn’t stop you from letting me kiss you properly. Soberly.”

You were stunned. You couldn’t believe it. You probably looked crazy in that moment. Eyes wide and lips parted in genuine shock. “You’re not joking?”

Aki shook his head ‘no’ while letting out a low chuckle. A gentle smile curled at the corners of his lips. What a beautiful and rare sight it was to see Aki smiling. “Not even a little bit. I promise.”

Despite his hungover state, Aki closed the small gap between the two of them and pressed his lips to yours. This kiss was different. More intentional. It wasn’t sloppy, but it wasn’t missing any of the passion from the one he gave you before. Your lips worked in tandem with his as your bodies curled into each other’s.

“Let’s get breakfast, yeah?” Aki asked as he pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. The effects of his hangover were starting to really kick in and he needed something to curb the pressure building in his head.

“Yeah, breakfast,” you agreed with a wide smile.

You thought to yourself as you both got out of bed that perhaps there was some merit to the notion that drunk actions were sober thoughts.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

[josiebobozie]

𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. aki hayakwa x gender neutral!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦. you take care of aki while he is drunk

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. drinking/alcohol/getting drunk, slight nsfw, kind of but not really proofread

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 1.5k

The soft drumming of rain against the windowpane was the first thing to register as you slowly woke from your sleep. A gentle warmth radiated behind you, and turning your head, you saw Aki's peaceful face nestled in the pillow. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and the quiet rhythm of his breathing filled the still morning air. A sense of calm settled over you as you watched him sleep, the gray light filtering through the curtains painting a soft glow on his skin.

Through your grogginess, you recalled the events of the night before. The evening was spent with drinks and laughter with Aki and the other members of Special Division 4. It was rare that the lot of you felt that kind of levity. Ignoring the horrors of the world, if only for a little while.

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Himeno had gotten entirely too drunk, which wasn’t unusual for her. In a brazen move, she had challenged Aki to a drinking game. The rules of which felt like a blur to you now. Something about every time Power yells or shouts at someone, they had to take a shot. It was amusing to watch Aki’s normally hard exterior soften with each shot.

When the night had come to an end and the bar had closed, you were tasked with the responsibility of getting a very drunk Aki home safely. You trudged along the streets with his arm slung around you as he lamented about how much he drank. He was definitely going to regret it in the morning.

After finally getting him home, you managed to get him changed into some pajamas and nestled into bed. You made sure to set a glass of water on his nightstand before attempting to slip out the door so that you could go home yourself.

“Y/N?” you heard come from the lump under the comforter on the bed.

“Yeah? Do you need anything before I go?” you ask as you stand at the open door, ready to turn the light off. You knew that Aki would have the worst hangover in the morning.

“Don’t go…” he grumbled in his drunkenness. You almost didn’t hear him. But once the words registered in your head, you felt your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter in your chest. “Lay with me please.”

Time stood still for a moment while you watched him from the door, almost dazed in a way. You’ve never heard Aki talk like this. It was probably because he was drunk. It was definitely because he was drunk. But you didn’t want to leave him feeling betrayed.

So you rummaged through his dresser for a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt so you didn’t have to go to bed in your going out clothes. After changing quickly, you slipped into bed with Aki who was mumbling about how his stomach hurt. You almost couldn’t pay attention though because your heart was pounding in your chest and the sound echoed in your ears.

Aki slung an arm around you, pulling you close against his chest. You felt frozen, not knowing if you should push away from him. This had to be crossing some kind of professional boundary, you thought to yourself. You closed your eyes and tried to force yourself to go to sleep. Maybe all of this wouldn’t be so awkward in the morning.

Your eyes shot wide open when you heard Aki mumble, “So pretty…” his hand that was placed on your waist moved up to your face. The pad of his thumb brushed over your cheekbone.

“Aki, what are you—“ you tried to ask, but were abruptly cut off by his mouth on yours. The kiss was messy and wet. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue that he was haphazardly sliding into your mouth.

Aki moaned softly as he kissed you. His inhibitions completely faded. You were just so warm and so pretty lying next to him in his bed. Like how had he gotten so lucky? He didn’t know why he hadn’t done this sooner. God, your lips felt so nice against his.

All these thoughts were rushing through his head and straight down into his pants. He whimpered against your lips as he felt his cock twitch against the fabric of his pajama bottoms.

You wished you could live in the moment and enjoy this, but you remembered that Aki was wasted. There was no way he could consent. No way he would do this sober.

Prying yourself away from Aki’s hungry mouth, you gasped for air. “Stop. We have to stop.”

Aki let out a disappointed groan as he tried to pull you in for another kiss, but you dodged his attempts. “Y/N… Was it bad?” he asked, his lips turning into a pout. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t want him. “I wanted to do it for so long. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You shook your head and sighed. “Aki, you’re drunk. We can’t do this,” you said firmly. You wished you could throw caution to the wind, but you knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. “If you feel the same way when you’re sober, maybe I’ll feel differently about it.”

There were lots of things you wanted to talk to him about when he was sober. Like if this wasn’t induced by his drunken state, where did these feelings come from all of a sudden?

“Yeah, right… When I’m sober,” Aki grumbled as he settled back into his mattress and pulled you in close once more. His head felt like a rollercoaster. He couldn’t think straight. His mind was in circles from the alcohol and the scent of your shampoo. “G’night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Aki,” you yawned as you drifted off to sleep.

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You wanted to get up and maybe make Aki a cup of coffee for the impending hangover he was going to have once he woke up. And then maybe you’d go home after that. But your plans were foiled when you felt Aki stirring, waking up from his sleep.

“Ugh…” you heard from Aki as you watched him rub his eyes. “I’m never drinking again,” he insisted. “I need a cigarette.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you mused as you rolled around to face him. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

Aki blinked, trying to recall the events that unfolded for himself. “Unfortunately, yeah.” He was embarrassed with the way he acted. He usually had more decorum than that.

You felt like you had been shot in the heart. What did he mean by unfortunately? Did he regret kissing you? These feelings for Aki surfaced very quickly, but if you had to smash them down, you would. Your life as a devil hunter had made you accustom to disappointment. “Oh… okay,” you whispered, knowing Aki was too drunk to actually mean it. To mean it when he said you were pretty. Or when he held onto you like he was going to lose you. Or when he kissed you like a man starving.

He was too drunk, right?

Aki noticed the shift in your demeanor. The disappointment hung thick in the air between the both of you. “Y/N, did I upset you?” he asked, trying to realize what he had done wrong. “Is this about the kiss?”

“Kind of. It’s okay though. You were drunk,” you quickly explained as you started to lift yourself off the mattress. You gasped when Aki’s arm snaked around your waist and held you down next to him. You were trapped under the strength of his arm. “What are you doing?”

“Y/N, I don’t regret kissing you, if that’s what you think. I regret getting so drunk and the way I acted,” he explained as he tried to soothe your worries. “I would hope my actions wouldn’t stop you from letting me kiss you properly. Soberly.”

You were stunned. You couldn’t believe it. You probably looked crazy in that moment. Eyes wide and lips parted in genuine shock. “You’re not joking?”

Aki shook his head ‘no’ while letting out a low chuckle. A gentle smile curled at the corners of his lips. What a beautiful and rare sight it was to see Aki smiling. “Not even a little bit. I promise.”

Despite his hungover state, Aki closed the small gap between the two of them and pressed his lips to yours. This kiss was different. More intentional. It wasn’t sloppy, but it wasn’t missing any of the passion from the one he gave you before. Your lips worked in tandem with his as your bodies curled into each other’s.

“Let’s get breakfast, yeah?” Aki asked as he pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. The effects of his hangover were starting to really kick in and he needed something to curb the pressure building in his head.

“Yeah, breakfast,” you agreed with a wide smile.

You thought to yourself as you both got out of bed that perhaps there was some merit to the notion that drunk actions were sober thoughts.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

[josiebobozie]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭- Makima x F!Reader who got badly injured after a mission, so Makima uncharacteristically decides to look after her (in hospital). When Reader is barely starting to wake up, Denji confronts her (agressively or not, up to you!) about her relationship with Makima (Reader and she are gfs but they keep it a secret). Makima shows up in time to tell him off and make him leave, out of genuine concern for Reader?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- angst, reader is injured/in the hospital, brief description of gore, mention of daggers, fem pov, your relationship with makima is a little toxic, denji getting mad and makima putting him in his “place”, SLIGHT homophobia (the word ‘lesbos’ is used), mentions of being cheated on

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭- 1.8k

You had been sent on a mission to fight the Rat Devil. It sounded simple enough. Who was afraid of rats anyway? You had assumed that it wouldn’t be that strong. Unfortunately for you, that assumption had nearly cost you your life. You quickly learned that this devil had most likely had a chunk of the Gun Devil which had bolstered its strength more than you had anticipated.

Your screams echoed through the alleyway that you apprehended this devil in. The rat’s gnarly, gnashing teeth sinking into the flesh of your thigh. The sound of bone crunching easily under the force of its snaggled maw. It was almost as if it didn’t matter how skilled of a hunter you were.

In an attempt to get the devil off of you, you scrambled to grab the dagger that was holstered around your waist. A dreadful roar rang through your ears as your dagger sunk into the head of the rat. As soon as the blade had plunged in between its eyes, your body was thrown against a brick wall with enough force to knock the wind out of you. You wheezed as your limp body fell to the ground. Blood oozed out of your leg, pooling underneath you.

It felt like the fates were not in your favor. You had nearly began to accept the fact that this was the end for you.

‘I had a good run,’ you thought to yourself. ‘I protected enough people.’

For a moment, you thought you were hallucinating. You heard a sound that had become all too familiar to you.

The sounds of chainsaws ripped through the air and a sigh of relief left your lips as your vision became blurry from blood loss. The sound of your heartbeat pounded in your ears as your vision turned to black.

———

A haze of sterile white swam into focus. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent light, you became aware of a dull, persistent throb in your head. The world was a confusing jumble of beeping machines, the scent of antiseptic, and the rustle of unseen movement. Disoriented, you tried to sit up, a groan escaping your lips as a sharp pain lanced through your side. Your eyes, heavy and unfocused, darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings: the metal bed frame, the tubes snaking from your arm, the heart monitor rhythmically pulsing. Confusion gave way to a prickle of fear as the realization of your vulnerability sank in.

You couldn’t believe that you had almost lost your life. It would be a trauma that your line of work would never allow for you to fully process. But in these quiet, solitary moments, you were able to weep for yourself.

Now that your were coming to and becoming more aware of your surroundings, you saw a giant bouquet of flowers and a basket of fruit sitting on the side table of your hospital bed.

A note was nestled in the colorful petals of the flowers that just simply said ‘From Makima’. A weak smile spread across your lips as you sniffled and dried your tears.

It almost surprised you that Makima had sent you flowers as the two of you had secretly been in a relationship for a few months now. Makima had always quietly shown her affection for you, but never left you wondering how she felt. She had said it was because of her position as your superior. The love you shared was a compilation of stolen moments and secrecy.

This felt like almost a grand gesture coming from her. Almost a reminder that as her partner, that your life belonged to her.

The door to your hospital room opened, turning your attention to the visitor entering the room. It was Denji. The last thing you remembered was him saving your life.

“How ya doin’?” Denji asked as he plopped down in a seat next to your bed. His eyes lit up when he saw the basket of ripe fruit on the bedside table.

“Oh, you know. I almost became rat food,” you said, attempting to cope with humor. “Thank you for saving me.” Your words to the boy were genuine.

“I couldn’t let a babe like you get pulverized. Easy choice,” he said as a devilish grin spread across his face. He stood from his chair and walked over to the basket of fruit, getting ready to raid it. That was until he saw the note that was sticking out boldly in the flowers.

Denji’s face fell when he read the two words on the small piece of paper. His fists clenched at his sides. A lot of people liked to dismiss him as some dumb kid, but he picked up on a lot more than people would like to think. He tried to ignore it, but he knew Makima had favored you over him. Over all the other devil hunters. You got missions and privileges that he didn’t get.

“What the fuck is this?” Denji asked as he grit his teeth. His jealousy was starting to get the best of him. People didn’t just get flowers for a girl like this for no reason. Makima didn’t just get flowers for anyone.

In Denji’s head, he was working toward killing the Gun Devil to win Makima’s favor. She had even promised him that he could have anything he wanted in return for killing the Gun… even that. His blood was boiling at the thought of someone winning Makima’s heart before him.

You didn’t know what to say. You sat still in your hospital bed as you looked at Denji’s angered expression. “Denji, I…” you began, but your words were interrupted by someone else entering the room.

“Y/N, I am so happy to see you’re awake,” Makima said cheerfully as she stepped into the room. Her dominating presence filled the space.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” Denji nearly growled. His body was nearly vibrating with rage. He felt cheated. Lied to, even.

“Hm?” Makima asked as she looked over to Denji, unphased by his childish anger.

“You got Y/N flowers!” he snapped at the pink haired woman while you watched from your hospital bed in horror. Makima didn’t show kindness to anyone else like that for no reason.

“Not that I need to explain myself to you, Denji. But, Y/N nearly lost her life on a mission that I sent her on. It would be rude of me to not send her flowers while she’s regaining her strength,” Makima explained calmly, not giving into what she believed to be Denji’s childish nonsense.

“You promised me I could have anything if I wanted if I killed the Gun Devil. Even that!” Denji protested angrily. “But you’re out here playing lesbos with Y/N?!”

Your eyes widened as a quiet gasp left your lips. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Did Makima really promise Denji that if he killed the Gun Devil?

“Next time your girlfriend here is getting chewed up by a devil, don’t come and call me for help!” Denji snapped. Half of him wanted to take the vase of flowers and smash it on the floor. He wanted to scream. Wanted to cause a scene.

Makima glared at Denji. “I don’t like it when my dogs talk back to me. Or when they question me about what I do in private. So I suggest you leave before I lose my patience with you.”

You watched this scene unfold in front of you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but you fought them back. You couldn’t cry in front of Makima. You had to prove to her that you could be strong for her. But it felt nearly impossible. It seemed as if your world was crumbling around you. The love you had for Makima meant nothing if it meant she could get what she wanted.

Was Makima a bad person?

Denji opened his mouth to argue further, but his words failed him. He turned around and stormed out of the hospital room, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed throughout the room.

Now it was just you, Makima and the painfully awkward silence between the two of you. The whites of your eyes were bright red from the tears that were now spilling down your cheeks.

“What did Denji mean when he said that you promised him that?” you questioned. Most people would be terrified to question Makima and her choices, but she had always treated you as an equal. She had always given you the opportunity to challenge her.

“Denji is a little boy that believes what he wants to,” Makima said simply as she took the seat right next to your hospital bed. A sweet smile curled on the corners of her mouth as she reached over to pluck one of the flowers off its stem to place behind your ear. Her hand lingered on your cheek for a moment before falling into her lap. “I simply promised him he could have whatever he wanted in exchange for doing me a favor. He interpreted it how he wanted to.”

“And you’re letting him believe that you’re going to have sex with him?” you inquired, your voice raising a little bit. You grit your teeth as you felt a burning pain travel from your leg and up your side. Your pain meds were starting to wear off now.

“I want to assure the destruction of the Gun Devil. If Denji can get it done believing I will sleep with him, then let him. It’s nothing. It means nothing,” Makima explained as she took your hands in hers. “You don’t believe me?”

Your body fell back into the stiff mattress. You didn’t know what to believe. Is this why Makima insisted on keeping your relationship a secret? Who else had she made these promises to?

But the way she was looking at you… like you were the only thing that mattered. You had to believe her. You loved her. There was this unseen force that drew you into Makima. Like you had no control over yourself when it came to her.

“I do believe you,” you whispered. You felt like you had no choice in the matter.

“Good. Worrying about such foolishness isn’t going to help you heal. You are my most valuable asset. I can’t lose you now.”

Despite the pain. Despite the horrors you had faced … it was all worth it to hear those words come from Makima. To see that look in her eyes. You knew that at the end of the day, whatever false promises she made to other people to get what she wanted, that Makima was yours just as much as you were hers.

Maybe being her favorite was worth it.

[josiebobozie]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭- Makima x F!Reader who got badly injured after a mission, so Makima uncharacteristically decides to look after her (in hospital). When Reader is barely starting to wake up, Denji confronts her (agressively or not, up to you!) about her relationship with Makima (Reader and she are gfs but they keep it a secret). Makima shows up in time to tell him off and make him leave, out of genuine concern for Reader?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- angst, reader is injured/in the hospital, brief description of gore, mention of daggers, fem pov, your relationship with makima is a little toxic, denji getting mad and makima putting him in his “place”, SLIGHT homophobia (the word ‘lesbos’ is used), mentions of being cheated on

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭- 1.8k

You had been sent on a mission to fight the Rat Devil. It sounded simple enough. Who was afraid of rats anyway? You had assumed that it wouldn’t be that strong. Unfortunately for you, that assumption had nearly cost you your life. You quickly learned that this devil had most likely had a chunk of the Gun Devil which had bolstered its strength more than you had anticipated.

Your screams echoed through the alleyway that you apprehended this devil in. The rat’s gnarly, gnashing teeth sinking into the flesh of your thigh. The sound of bone crunching easily under the force of its snaggled maw. It was almost as if it didn’t matter how skilled of a hunter you were.

In an attempt to get the devil off of you, you scrambled to grab the dagger that was holstered around your waist. A dreadful roar rang through your ears as your dagger sunk into the head of the rat. As soon as the blade had plunged in between its eyes, your body was thrown against a brick wall with enough force to knock the wind out of you. You wheezed as your limp body fell to the ground. Blood oozed out of your leg, pooling underneath you.

It felt like the fates were not in your favor. You had nearly began to accept the fact that this was the end for you.

‘I had a good run,’ you thought to yourself. ‘I protected enough people.’

For a moment, you thought you were hallucinating. You heard a sound that had become all too familiar to you.

The sounds of chainsaws ripped through the air and a sigh of relief left your lips as your vision became blurry from blood loss. The sound of your heartbeat pounded in your ears as your vision turned to black.

———

A haze of sterile white swam into focus. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent light, you became aware of a dull, persistent throb in your head. The world was a confusing jumble of beeping machines, the scent of antiseptic, and the rustle of unseen movement. Disoriented, you tried to sit up, a groan escaping your lips as a sharp pain lanced through your side. Your eyes, heavy and unfocused, darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings: the metal bed frame, the tubes snaking from your arm, the heart monitor rhythmically pulsing. Confusion gave way to a prickle of fear as the realization of your vulnerability sank in.

You couldn’t believe that you had almost lost your life. It would be a trauma that your line of work would never allow for you to fully process. But in these quiet, solitary moments, you were able to weep for yourself.

Now that your were coming to and becoming more aware of your surroundings, you saw a giant bouquet of flowers and a basket of fruit sitting on the side table of your hospital bed.

A note was nestled in the colorful petals of the flowers that just simply said ‘From Makima’. A weak smile spread across your lips as you sniffled and dried your tears.

It almost surprised you that Makima had sent you flowers as the two of you had secretly been in a relationship for a few months now. Makima had always quietly shown her affection for you, but never left you wondering how she felt. She had said it was because of her position as your superior. The love you shared was a compilation of stolen moments and secrecy.

This felt like almost a grand gesture coming from her. Almost a reminder that as her partner, that your life belonged to her.

The door to your hospital room opened, turning your attention to the visitor entering the room. It was Denji. The last thing you remembered was him saving your life.

“How ya doin’?” Denji asked as he plopped down in a seat next to your bed. His eyes lit up when he saw the basket of ripe fruit on the bedside table.

“Oh, you know. I almost became rat food,” you said, attempting to cope with humor. “Thank you for saving me.” Your words to the boy were genuine.

“I couldn’t let a babe like you get pulverized. Easy choice,” he said as a devilish grin spread across his face. He stood from his chair and walked over to the basket of fruit, getting ready to raid it. That was until he saw the note that was sticking out boldly in the flowers.

Denji’s face fell when he read the two words on the small piece of paper. His fists clenched at his sides. A lot of people liked to dismiss him as some dumb kid, but he picked up on a lot more than people would like to think. He tried to ignore it, but he knew Makima had favored you over him. Over all the other devil hunters. You got missions and privileges that he didn’t get.

“What the fuck is this?” Denji asked as he grit his teeth. His jealousy was starting to get the best of him. People didn’t just get flowers for a girl like this for no reason. Makima didn’t just get flowers for anyone.

In Denji’s head, he was working toward killing the Gun Devil to win Makima’s favor. She had even promised him that he could have anything he wanted in return for killing the Gun… even that. His blood was boiling at the thought of someone winning Makima’s heart before him.

You didn’t know what to say. You sat still in your hospital bed as you looked at Denji’s angered expression. “Denji, I…” you began, but your words were interrupted by someone else entering the room.

“Y/N, I am so happy to see you’re awake,” Makima said cheerfully as she stepped into the room. Her dominating presence filled the space.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” Denji nearly growled. His body was nearly vibrating with rage. He felt cheated. Lied to, even.

“Hm?” Makima asked as she looked over to Denji, unphased by his childish anger.

“You got Y/N flowers!” he snapped at the pink haired woman while you watched from your hospital bed in horror. Makima didn’t show kindness to anyone else like that for no reason.

“Not that I need to explain myself to you, Denji. But, Y/N nearly lost her life on a mission that I sent her on. It would be rude of me to not send her flowers while she’s regaining her strength,” Makima explained calmly, not giving into what she believed to be Denji’s childish nonsense.

“You promised me I could have anything if I wanted if I killed the Gun Devil. Even that!” Denji protested angrily. “But you’re out here playing lesbos with Y/N?!”

Your eyes widened as a quiet gasp left your lips. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Did Makima really promise Denji that if he killed the Gun Devil?

“Next time your girlfriend here is getting chewed up by a devil, don’t come and call me for help!” Denji snapped. Half of him wanted to take the vase of flowers and smash it on the floor. He wanted to scream. Wanted to cause a scene.

Makima glared at Denji. “I don’t like it when my dogs talk back to me. Or when they question me about what I do in private. So I suggest you leave before I lose my patience with you.”

You watched this scene unfold in front of you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but you fought them back. You couldn’t cry in front of Makima. You had to prove to her that you could be strong for her. But it felt nearly impossible. It seemed as if your world was crumbling around you. The love you had for Makima meant nothing if it meant she could get what she wanted.

Was Makima a bad person?

Denji opened his mouth to argue further, but his words failed him. He turned around and stormed out of the hospital room, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed throughout the room.

Now it was just you, Makima and the painfully awkward silence between the two of you. The whites of your eyes were bright red from the tears that were now spilling down your cheeks.

“What did Denji mean when he said that you promised him that?” you questioned. Most people would be terrified to question Makima and her choices, but she had always treated you as an equal. She had always given you the opportunity to challenge her.

“Denji is a little boy that believes what he wants to,” Makima said simply as she took the seat right next to your hospital bed. A sweet smile curled on the corners of her mouth as she reached over to pluck one of the flowers off its stem to place behind your ear. Her hand lingered on your cheek for a moment before falling into her lap. “I simply promised him he could have whatever he wanted in exchange for doing me a favor. He interpreted it how he wanted to.”

“And you’re letting him believe that you’re going to have sex with him?” you inquired, your voice raising a little bit. You grit your teeth as you felt a burning pain travel from your leg and up your side. Your pain meds were starting to wear off now.

“I want to assure the destruction of the Gun Devil. If Denji can get it done believing I will sleep with him, then let him. It’s nothing. It means nothing,” Makima explained as she took your hands in hers. “You don’t believe me?”

Your body fell back into the stiff mattress. You didn’t know what to believe. Is this why Makima insisted on keeping your relationship a secret? Who else had she made these promises to?

But the way she was looking at you… like you were the only thing that mattered. You had to believe her. You loved her. There was this unseen force that drew you into Makima. Like you had no control over yourself when it came to her.

“I do believe you,” you whispered. You felt like you had no choice in the matter.

“Good. Worrying about such foolishness isn’t going to help you heal. You are my most valuable asset. I can’t lose you now.”

Despite the pain. Despite the horrors you had faced … it was all worth it to hear those words come from Makima. To see that look in her eyes. You knew that at the end of the day, whatever false promises she made to other people to get what she wanted, that Makima was yours just as much as you were hers.

Maybe being her favorite was worth it.