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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ CASE OF THE EX

ೃ࿐ feat. gojo satoru

in which: you run into your ex husband just when he realizes he needs you back.

contains: nsfw, smut, exhusband!gojo, dubcon, infidelity, intoxicated sex (alcohol), breeding, gojo calls reader wifey, exhibitionism if you squint. wc: 1.3k

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: this was supposedly to be a drabble and ended up being way longer than expected. i’m also trying out a diff writing style lmk whatcha think!

it’s freezing, as it normally is in december, but this was a different type of cold.

the standing on your ex husband’s porch, four glasses of wine deep, kind of cold. you’ve been standing outside for borderline five minutes, but you know he’s home.

“satoru..” the door creaks open to a very tipsy gojo standing on the other side. he’s quick to pull you in without another word because, “it’s freezing, why are you here this late?”

locking the door behind you he winces, rubbing his eyes trying to remember what day of the week it is. “is it my weekend to have her?”

her being your daughter, satoru’s beloved angel — the only other girl he’s ever loved besides you.

loved. past tense.

he swears he’s still inlove with you but you never believed it. you hated gojo satoru, but that’s just what you wanted yourself to think. he’s been trying to break down this wall of resentment for months, after all it’s been almost a year since you two split.

“she’s at your mothers house, i dropped her off last night.”

gojo could breathe easy knowing his daughter isn’t here, he didn’t want her to him like this; drunk, that is.

you watched as he disappears into the kitchen, taking your coat and shoes off, leaving them in familiar places.

you don’t why you’re here, back in this house, with him. it’s almost as if you were on autopilot directing yourself to a common place with no intention just…there.

he comes back with a bottle in one hand and two crystal glasses in the other, staring blankly before asking again, “why are you here?”

the silence was loud enough, it was actually the most you two have spoken in the past year.

—

“do you miss me?” smirking with the tilt of his head he rests his head in his palm, eyes flickering between you and the full shot in front of you. the two of you playing a variation of truth or drink.

“satoru…don’t do this to me.” you face palm.

“i know you do, but if your ego is too big to admit it then take it.” slender fingers slide the glass your way, you could see your reflection in the liquid, and god, you look guilty.

speaking of looks, if they could kill you’d be a dead woman. the way he looks back at you across the table reminds you of all of the reasons you crave gojo satoru.

you took the shot, quickly too. it burned going down almost lighting your body on fire in a self-sabotaging way. he found pleasure in watching you not admitting the blatant fact.

“you deny it but it’s true,” standing, he downs the contents of his glass mid-sentence, making you both somewhat even in intoxication.

the ‘clink’ of him setting his glass down next to yours echos as he’s now moved from sitting across to standing in front of you.

“ ‘m sure there a lot you miss about me, hmm?” his hands slide between your hair and skin, four out of five digits resting on the nape of your neck, his thumbs brushing against your cheek.

from gojo’s pov he couldn’t have you in a better place, literally in the palm of his hand. as crazy as it sounds he had to do this, he loves you, and love makes you do some…not nice things.

to be fair, manipulation and persuasion are not the same to him. he never told you to come over, but then again he could’ve called you an uber and sent you back home…that would’ve been the ‘right’ thing to do.

unfortunately for you everything that comes to mind in the head of gojo satoru is right.

you nod shyly, listening to each saccharine word that leaves his lips.

“c’mon wifey, it’s been so long” the nickname filled your chest, heavy. suddenly it was impossible to move from where you sat. “i’m seeing someone..” a hand, on his chest as a half-assed attempt to defy him.

—

“s-satoru!” you sound so cute under him, clawing at his sheets. that little confession did something to him, made him want to punish you in the most primal way.

seeing someone? oh that’s not happening, not as long as he’s breathing will you ever be with another man. you’ll always be his pretty, little, obedient wife, who spreads her legs for him any time he pleases.

after all you’re still legally married. gojo refused to sign the divorce papers you sent him and eventually you stopped trying.

you could feel a vibrating pulse within the sheets, it was your phone ringing at a time like this.

“hello?” he answers the phone mid-fuck. “oh well if it isn’t your little boyfriend? i’m in the middle of fucking your girl silly, clearly you haven’t been doing it right..”

his pace increases to a gruelling speed, each thrust clapping against your ass, and it was fucking loud. “fuck! satoru please—! hang uuuuuup.” your begging only fuelled the fire, you needed to know who you belong to and so did your boy toy on the other line.

gojo can’t help but chuckle pridefully, watching you impaled on his cock, but he needed to hear it. no, the sounds of you practically crying while he fucked you wasn’t enough. he wants to hear you beg for him, praise him even. like a god.

“let him hear it wifey ♡︎” he frees a hand by placing the phone next to your head.

“tell him how much,” thrust. “you need your husband’s cock.” thrust. “i fuck so much better than him don’t i ?” thrust. “awe.. you cryin’?”

“need it—! want it satoru! you’re so— hahh! —good!” he was made to torture you like this, fucking you dumb into his mattress while making you spew naughty things for him.

you could feel his speed getting aggressive. beads of sweat falling down his toned tummy to his v-line, the two of you making a sticky mess from being skin to skin. you couldn’t think, mind hazy and full of him.

“fuuuuuck, how about i stuff you full? maybe i should give you another baby, ‘nother reason to be attached to me.” the hypnosis in his voice casts you further under his spell as he grunts sweet nothings into you ear while he pounded your pussy.

“love it,” you growl into his pillows. “i love you satoru! cumming…i’m cumming, please let me cum—” you could only focus on the high washing over your body as your legs begin trembling, muscles spazzing at your arousal tipping over the edge.

your desperation is music to his ears, his lust turning uncontrollable as he assaults your cunt fucking you hard, and deep. at this rate he’ll get you pregnant.

“cum for me, cum with me— shit!” he drawls, gritted through his teeth, bottoming out in his favourite fucking pussy. this feeling will never get old, fucking you will never not be his favourite pastime.

meanwhile the overstimulation teasing your cunt made you that much wetter, and tighter for him. you couldn’t take it anymore, you need it — need his seed sopping out of you. you didn’t even care about your boyfriend who was still listening to this live porn. gojo’s rewired that wondering brain of yours. back to him, in this house, on his bed, fucking his cock.

you might just even take him back.

his pleasure builds as he pumps into your cunt a few more times, before emptying inside of you. you could feel it, cunt full of him. his body collapses on top of yours, fingers intertwining on your hands while you both catch your breath.

“she’s not coming home.” the line cuts.

© SLUTTSUMU 2023 - please refrain from copying, reposting or translating.

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I'M ALIIIIIIVE

I'm sure all of you have noticed (or maybe not!) I've taken an unforeseen hiatus. It definitely was not my intention or was it a plan currently, but starting schooling at night and working full time caught up to me much faster than I had hoped.

I am feeling much better overall in physical and mental health and I'm going to try to start back up on here! I still have kinktobers I have to get to and requests from outside of that that must be completed. After that I'll be slowly working on small drabbles to get back to the creative mindset I had.

HHWFICSF has not been given up on at all!!! That will be coming as well, it'll just take more time since I have to now directly correlate that to the series, so I can really only work on it during the weekends.

Sorry that I just up and disappeared, but I promise I'll make works you can be proud of!

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Changed my icon to the piccrew I made with ran bc I'm delusional and I love him

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Also my asks might be closed but if you ever wanna discuss characters or ideas please message me I love talking to y'all ❤️

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Asks are temporarily closed again! I'll try to clear out as many as I can this week and reopen them!

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Maybe for a mlist format you do anime then link then Tokyo revenger then link then gang names then link then character?

Yeah I'll more than likely do it that way! I'll have to play around with how I'll do Castlevania but the rest of it would probably be fine!

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Can their be repeats for kinktober?

Also may I add you to my tr writers list and do you write for hanma or kisaki?

Repeats are absolutely allowed! The only one that I know I'll have an issue with is bondage x Rindou because I've written it like 4 times lol so I just ask for specifics of that's what you want.

I absolutely write for Hanma. I've never written for Kisaki but I'll do my best to write for him if that's your request!

Also if you'd like any specifics you want to see in the request please as we let me know so you can have exactly what you want!

And I would be honored to be part of your writer's list 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

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Just letting you know there is a link limit to a post 🥰

Thank you for the heads up! I'll have to start thinking of the ML layout soon 😭

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I just binged my love story yamada kun lvl 999 and I have real tears in my eyes I love shoujo!!!!!!

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Why haven't I written this yet?

Rindou would accidentally say his first 'I love you' while fucking you missionary sorry I don't make the rules

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I adore reading all of your tags whenever you reblog one of my works I'm crying the Rindou and hanma tags are HYSTERICAL

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A part of life || Levi Ackerman

Levi Ackerman has made a lot of decisions in his life. But, none of them included gaining weight during his early forties.

—slice of life. reverse comfort. slightly modified universe. reposted on a dear anon's wish ♡

At late thirties, after years of facing war and after seeing a good amount of people very close to his heart walking out of his life to take the space in the sky as brightest of stars, Levi Ackerman made a decision that he will no longer serve the Royal Army of Paradis Island as its most strongest soldier.

He, so, decided to file for his retirement. And he, also, decided to spend all his savings in buying a tea shop in the busiest center of town Marley. With all the extra money that he was left with, he bought you a beautiful gold band with, "love you forever" engraved under it and choose to slip it in your ring finger when the sun was burning highly low and there were thick grey clouds swimming in the sky. 

Before the grave of your father, and before the grave of his friends and comrades who once used to promise that they'll be there and present at your wedding, you both locked lips and hushed to each other to stay close at hand till this love in your hearts will may. 

Levi wiped the pearly tears skidding down your cheeks. And you wiped the pearly tears that were skidding down from his.

All the damage that this war has done, it left nothing for both of you to look back and reflect fondly upon your past life. 

It's just scars on his face.

Blood stains on the wedding gown your father handed you the same night he was butchered ruthlessly before your eyes.

And... smiles.

Smiles of dead people that will forever haunt you both in your best and worst dreams.

So, to save you, and to save himself— from rotten endings and stale past— Levi Ackerman had to make a lot of decisions.

And out of all these decisions, one had you waking up each morning with the sun breaking through the windows of your this small house situated on the outskirts of Marley. 

"You're going to get late today for sure, honey."

Placing a fully flowered rose in the vase on the small, circular dining table, you rushed to flip the pancake while calling out for your husband of three years once again.

Nothing from him was perceived by your ears.

It was just a faint 'tch!' that told you that he might be dealing with something he cannot handle.

So, dimming the flames of the stove and putting down the spatula, you treaded to reach the door at the end of the minimal living room.

"What is taking you so long, darling?" 

Ignoring a figure standing before a full body length mirror erected in one dark corner, you choose to bring some light in the room by pulling the curtains off first.

Your little, healthy garden waves at you. 

Butterflies glided past and so did the bees.

A beautiful field drenching in all the sunlight in the world lay stretched in the distance, as smiling at the warmth that took to smear itself in your chest, you turned to find a raven-head struggling with the button of his pants.

"You told me that you loosen them up, but I'm seeing no difference."

With his brows knitted together and his face crumbling under a deep frown, Levi Ackerman—now honourably your husband—tsked and looked at you.

"Don't look at me like that." You laughed. "I did loosen them up." 

"Then why aren't they fitting me?"

He shoot you his steel grey glare. Expecting you to get moved by it like soldiers in his squad once used to did. But, you remained his partner, and you remained one such person who have this ability to differentiate his one emotion from the other, you knew he didn't meant to scare you. But, in fact, he wanted to say that, "help, me! please!" but won't because— why would he? He's Levi Ackerman. Once the strongest soldier who has taken down innumerable man with his these two hands that right now appear busy in buttoning his pants.

"Here..." Biting on a chuckle that was sitting dangerously close to your lips, you let yourself travel to stand behind him. "...let me help you."

"No."

Levi was quick to dismiss.

"I think I got this."

He expelled a big puff of air out of his lungs. And sure. This caused the button to go where it was supposed to go. And that was in the slit!

"Ah!" Levi smiled. Yes. He has started smiling. It took him a lot of time. But... here it is. A small stretch of lips. Something which you daily draw on his pancakes with honey. Something which you try to make him practice every night before the bed. Sometimes in the bed too when none of you could sleep due to infinite reasons.

"Look." Grinning, he turned to face you. Your eyes stared in his for a good amount of time before they trailed down to look where he wanted you to look. And you... snorted. 

Levi growled. 

"What's so funny about it?!" He cried. And, Lord,  maybe he shouldn't have cried. Because, crying has made him breath and breathing has made his stomach to pop out and this led his button to get undone and the zipper to slip down.

"Oh, Levi." Your shoulders shook as you stumbled to place your head against his heart. With your one hand reaching to grab onto his shirt, you let yourself laugh breathlessly against him while he just stood there. 

The mouth of his pants open.

A scarlet tint painting his ear tips and spreading its effects even to his cheeks.

—his cheeks...

Levi's cheeks.

Everyone these days started to say that they look, quite more chubbier than they were ever before; especially the kids that once were a part of his squad and survived this war and now, they has become somewhat a constant in your life for they travel all the way from Paradis to dine with you and him at least once in two months. 

At first, you didn't like to agree with them.

But during those intimate nights when you found your fingers tracing every inch of his once, and still angelic face, you could feel their observation growling under the cells of your skin.

Yes.

Levi Ackerman has got some curves.

The cheekbones that once used to be so prominent and the jawline that once used to so sharp, has now hidden somewhat beneath the layer of fat. 

Last to last to last week, he ripped his shirt at the armpit. You frowned and asked, "are you sure it didn't get stuck in anything sharp...?" He replied with his signature 'tch!' and a grumbled, "ofcourse!"

You then, hummed deeply. Rounded and rounded him. Took out your measuring tape and began to scale him from every corner. 

"This is unbelievable!" was what you said with a gasp. As when the result of his measurements came in your hand, you discovered yourself sitting on one of the kitchen chair with your mouth wide open. 

Levi Ackerman has multiplied!

Screamed the numbers on the sheet. All telling you one and the same thing that— you didn't need to take out his old measurements to compare.

And sure. 

Because when you removed your lenses of denial, you saw that your husband has grown himself a really round tummy. 

His hips has become more fuller.

His thighs has become more wide. 

There's a significant plump around his waist, and whenever he sits, you could see the fat on his back straining against the material of his shirt.

That same day at the dinner, you placed a hand on his now little fuller one, and let him know that his body is going through a lot of changes.

"You're... okay with it. Right, Levi?" Cautiously, you asked. And confidently, he replied, "yes, ofcourse I am, (y/n)."

This is just a part of life. 

He told you this then.

You... would've just nodded with him but you didn't.

Because, from the way he used your name in place of calling you "love" like he on the usual day do, you speculated that he has got a lot of things going in his head that he won't let slip that easily.

But, you had to dare. It's about his health. And being his wife, you'll do anything to make sure that he isn't suffering from any bad thought— so, at last, that same day in the bed, you tried to smother him with sweet kisses and humble words and also tried to talk him out of this subject even more. 

Though when you said, "how about you'll join the Local Men Football Team?"

He snorted against you to call, "Mrs. Ackerman, I'm forty-one right now. I've a shop to run and late bills to pay and you're expecting me to act like a youth?"

"It's not like that, honey."

Running your fingers through his raven locks, you shook your head.

"Then?" he hummed.

"I'm just trying to say that... playing sports can keep you fit. And so what you're forty-one? You still can beat an eighteen year old senseless."

—silence.

He said nothing.

You tried to but then he licked his lips and parted them to form, "maybe I can. But... now I don't want to. Those days are gone. Now I'm happy just the way things are going."

Lies.

Levi Ackerman was telling you lies.

And the proof of it roars to you on those days when you caught him standing before the mirror. Stroking his cute rounded tummy. Getting annoyed when he started to rip one shirt after the another. Huffing hard when one more pant of his give upon the length of his waist.

Last to last week, he came to you and asked you to stitch some and loosen the other. His steel grey eyes not meeting yours for once. 

"It's not okay..."

One day, you let him hear those words from you. And he froze dead in his track. 

"...you're missing your old self, aren't you?"

You said.

And he turned around to half-laugh and half-growl, "that's not true—"

"—don't lie to yourself, Levi..." Your tone soft. Eyes patient. And walk a little sad. "I know you don't like to see yourself getting fat." Standing before him, you called. "And I also know that you don't want to engage yourself in any physical activity because it reminds you of your time in the Royal Army... but... it's bad to be dishonest with your own self, you know."

Your one hand reach up to caress his left cheek. Tilting your head slightly, you lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"I love you..." pulling away, you let him know. "...and I'll keep loving you no matter what shape you'll assume."

Levi watched all the light in the room dancing in your eyes.

So beautifully that he could never disagree.

"But... just... don't hurt yourself."

He heard you say. 

"For all the decisions that you've ever made, it led us both here in this beautiful town where we've a life... something which we never had back in Trost. So please... don't let things take a toll on you. I'm with you... Here. And You can crash in whatever way in front of me and I won't judge."

I know.

Was what Levi thought then.

I know. 

Is what Levi repeated now.

You're here.

And it's the only truth among all the lies in this cruel world for him.

Here... you are.

Laughing hard in his arms.

Telling him, "change out of them. I'll give you another," through strained breaths.

Your ringed hand curled up against his shirt under which once he used to have a chiseled chest.

You're here.

Smiling for him.

Patiently waiting for him.

Sweetly letting go of him. 

To give him another pair of pants. One such article that could contain his blotted hips.

You're here.

Wiping honey from his lips after the breakfast.

Telling him that, "I'll wait for you to come home soon," as he slips in his shiny shoes. As he turns to leave the home you two built very strong with memories and love.

He would stop then. 

Only to look over his shoulder.

Only to wave you goodbye.

Only to watch you send him flying kisses.

Only to watch you take a step back.

Only to watch you disappear behind that wooden barrier.

And only to... feel the sweet spring air carrying him the scent of the flowers you both placed at the graves of the people who once, and still live in your bruised hearts.

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I originally wrote this on my old deactivated blog and the prompt was an idea from an anon ♡

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@magicovento HAHAHA THE HONKERS REQ

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AHAHAHA WAIT–

fawktober day 13 - body worship (fluff edition)

"Long day."

I had a pose in mind for this day but I realised I need that for another day, so... no h*rni just fluff.

prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

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I know Alucard new design is like his in game model but will his tits still be fat as these

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dont u worry abt not getting ur own exhibition art pretty boy, i got u covered—both wakui style and my style (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ happy birthday, inupi ! (details: based most of it on shinichiro’s exhibition art bc inui looks up to the 1st gen black dragons (the BD logo is in plain sight (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)) and i also added the gears (like shinichiro’s), alluding to his favorite place—S.S MOTORS. his surname inui (乾) means ‘dried, cured, drought, dry, desiccate, drink up’ thus the wave-like designs and it also means ‘heaven, emperor’, thus the clouds and the sparkles. bluish purple is his image color thus the color scheme and finally, marigold is inui’s birth flower. a piece of kokonoi is in there somewhere too (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

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Flufftober 35 with Alucard? Maybe a chubby reader, everyone likes a soft pillow :3

A/N: This was nice to write, I appreciate this type of ask ;A; I try to keep it neutral when describing reader normally (outside of the fact they're AFAB and fem!bodied) but I love reading/writing about a chubby girlie!! I hope you enjoy it!

"You're my new pillow" x Alucard

It didn’t take long for you and Alucard to become an item. He really couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for longer than two minutes whenever you were around (and that already was pushing it. Trevor would know, he actively counted so he can prove a point.) He tried to stay ‘mysterious’ and ‘alluring’ – but that was hard to do when all he wanted to do was talk to you about anything and everything that came to mind. Whatever would occupy you enough to not leave, to stay with him. It was embarrassing–Or so he would have thought if he wasn’t too enamored with looking at you and your soft figure. It was a breath of fresh air, he thinks, seeing your curves soft and round, fats of your hips squishing from the edges of your pants. He wonders if you realize you would be revered as a goddess in ancient Rome and Greece–he hopes you do. He’d even dare say that the goddesses don’t hold a candle to you, round face with cheeks that squish up when you smile at him so sweetly, chubby fingers that fiddle with the edge of your skirt when you’re picking dirt off it after dragging too close to the muck. His hands itched to simply hoist you up himself so you didn’t have to walk around the mud. Whatever to make your life easier.

Trevor and Sypha were starting to feel bad for him–it was so obvious that he had fallen so deeply in love with you over the last few weeks and yet wouldn’t do anything about it (something about being a gentleman, whatever.) So without his knowledge, Sypha started having ‘girl time’ with you, trying to push you into asking him, even if just out to dinner. Literally anything to get you alone with him. You were terrified really, but decided to take the jump and ask Alucard out on a date, just a simple dinner at your place–you promised you cooked well (and you made well on that promise! He thought it was delicious!)

Alucard asked for your hand in courtship that night.

And here you both are, however many years later in the castle you’ve come to know as your home, cuddling on the love seat in the study that you begged him to bring in, you wanted to press yourself up close to him as he read (of course the big sap did exactly that). And Alucard still looked at you with the same adoration as he did the first time he laid eyes on you–with hearts in his eyes, hands squeezing the chub of your hips and roaming your soft belly–he wouldn’t have you any other way. He decided he wanted to get more comfortable after feeling your soft and warm skin–

“Adrian, what are you doing?” You couldn’t help but giggle, hands moving away from your lap to give the grown man more space (his legs were hanging off the loveseat) before running your chubby fingers through his blonde curls. The dhampir simply smiled, fangs poking out the sides of his mouth as he closed his eyes. “You’re more comfortable than the seat–so I’ve decided you’re my new pillow.” You laughed again, rolling your eyes playfully at your loving husband. There were days that you couldn’t look at yourself, wishing you’d be able to lose the extra fluff that you had–thinking that Alucard deserved someone more...fit. Skinnier. Prettier. But he always made such an effort so that you’d understand he’d never leave you for anyone else, that he loved you so much for who you are, and that the extra fat was just more for him to love. He reminded you every day in different ways of that. And you figured that right now, might be one of those ways. You did love seeing him so comfortable in your lap... “Hmm..” You hummed, looking over to the crackling fire in the hearth scratching at his scalp. “You seem a bit too long for my lap, dear.” He cracked an eye to look at you, knowing you were already poking fun. And he loved the apples of your cheeks rounding up on your face with your smile.

“But I’d rather be nowhere else, my love.”