#I feel like the answer is no but I can’t be assed to look it up

[theemporium]

thank you to the anon who sent the request in!🫶🏽sorry that tumblr is glitching and won't let me answer the actual ask :(

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“Are you even qualified for this?” 

Luke turned to look at you over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in amusement. “I can make a couple of meals to get by,” he said. “You, somehow, burn pasta. I think it’s fair to say I am qualified enough to teach you how to make a meal or two.” 

“Ugh,” you groaned as you walked across the kitchen, slumping against him with your cheek pressed against his back. “Why can’t you just make me food and then we can go watch some Vampire Diaries?” 

“Because you just told me you have been surviving off cereal and that isn’t okay,” Luke retorted, reaching his arm back to pat your ass until you moved to stand next to him. “It’s just pasta. Not rocket science.” 

“Half your meals are prepared anyways,” you grumbled. 

“And yet I can still make pasta.” 

Your eyes narrowed slightly before you let out a long sigh. “Fine, go on then. Teach me what you know.” 

So, he did. He just didn’t realise how fucking stressful it would be.

“I—what are you doing?” 

You paused, looking at Luke with a shrug. “Cutting an onion.”

“You’re gonna cut your fingers off if you cut it like that,” Luke chastised with a frown, reaching around to shift your hands so your fingers weren’t so near the knife blade. 

“We can’t have that,” you hummed, amusement lacing your words. “You love my fingers wrapped around your—”

“Cherry,” Luke groaned, feeling his cheeks burning at your insinuation. Not that you were wrong. 

“Calm down, Luke, it’s just an onion. It’s gonna get chopped one way or another,” you assured him. 

“I’d rather your fingers weren’t included in that,” he murmured with a huff.

Five minutes. 

It took all of five minutes before chaos took over the kitchen and Luke felt his nerves hit a level that even hockey games didn’t compete with. The part of his brain that was always switched on during games felt like it was pulsing in his head, making sure he didn’t miss a single thing in the kitchen. 

“Okay, fine, you win,” Luke eventually gave in as his shoulders slumped in defeat. “You just…sit there and look pretty. I’ll finish cooking.” 

Your smile widened. “Aw, my own personal chef.”

Luke narrowed his eyes. “You did this all on purpose, didn’t you?” 

“It’s fun seeing how much patience you have,” you answered with a shit-eating grin on your face. “I’m surprised you made it past the onion, to be honest.” 

“You’re gonna make me go grey before I’m twenty-one,” he muttered under his breath. 

“Ooh, I do like a silver fox.” 

“Cherry.” 

“Kidding. I’ll go turn the Vampire Diaries on.”

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[zweiginator]

Matching with both Art and Patrick on a dating app and they both have different angles of taking you out.

Art messages you and says you’re beautiful, asks to take you out to mini golf after a casual dinner. Patrick has no filter—he doesn’t say anything bad, he just is outspoken about how hot he finds you. He takes you to a movie you both talked about seeing.

You were just dating around, trying to find someone that clicked. You didn’t know they were best friends until your friend invited you to a doubles match.

“What’s with the sudden interest in tennis?” You asked, taking a sip of your lemonade.

“These boys,” your friend ogled. “Are gorgeous.”

You saw Art first, waving to his friends while he stretched his hamstrings. Patrick was next, squirting Gatorade into his mouth and stretching his shoulders with his racket.

They both saw you in the crowd, sunglasses perched at the end of your nose while you applied your lip gloss. They both played their best, hoping to impress you. Neither of them noticed the other doing it, until they both found themselves wandering up to where you were sitting after the match, one leg perched on the metal bleacher on either side of you, their chests heaving, collarbones slick with sweat.

And then the simultaneous “How do you know her?”

You all get dinner afterwards; it’s odd how nonchalant they are about going on a date with the same girl. You figured you’d laugh about it and never see either one again. But just as they showboated on the court, they loved the competition of courting you, together.

Patrick was blunt on the way back to his summer house, you in the passenger seat, Art in the middle seat in the back, elbows resting on the center console.

“Who fucked you better?”

You gulped. You had only fucked Patrick. After the movie he set up a blanket in the back of his SUV and watched the stars with you, sharing the last of your popcorn and candy from the theater. He fucked you slow, holding your wrists above your head, your ankles wrapped around his waist. It was good sex, it came naturally.

Art was sweet. You knew he wanted to take a little longer. You kissed him on the cheek and blushed, holding the rose he had gotten you—just one so he wouldn’t come off too strong. But he would wait for you.

But, Art’s face dropped.

Patrick snorted. “Oh fuck, sorry.”

You shoved him. “You’re an asshole.”

“You fucked?” Art sat back, crossing his arms. His legs were cramped in the backseat.

“Maybe.” Patrick shrugged.

“Fuck off.” Art rolled his eyes. You liked this side of him. Pissed off, territorial, competitive.

“I can’t answer your question then, Patrick.”

Patrick put the car in park and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Let Art fuck you and you can.” He said it so calmly, flashing you a smile as he opened the door.

You answered without thinking. “Okay.”

Art shook his head. “Don’t feel pressured to do that.”

“Pressured?” You looked up at him through your lashes and you swore you saw his knees buckle.

The living room was pristine; Patrick’s family had a cleaning service that came twice a week. Pillows on the couch were fluffed, fresh lines etched the carpet from the vacuum.

But Art grabbed your face, backing you into the couch, his cock pressing into you through his shorts. You took his hat off, throwing it on the ground as Art took your sneakers off. The moans he left in your mouth were pornographic as his fingers rubbed your clit through your panties. He was needy, obsessive. And you forgot Patrick was watching on the loveseat across from you, mouth agape.

Art pushed your underwear aside, one of his hands on the globe of your ass as he admired your pussy, all wet for him. He grinned at you while you pulled him in by his waistband, hungrily untying his shorts as he pushed them down his legs. His cock pushed into you slowly until Art hit the hilt, his hips stuttering against yours.

“Fuck,” He and Patrick said.

You took turns, looking at Art, looking at Patrick. Art ground his hips into you slowly until he became desperate, chasing his orgasm. Then he pounded you into the couch, his forehead pressed against yours, arms resting by your ears. You weren’t expecting this of Art—you weren’t expecting any of this.

“Tell me I fuck you better.” Art moaned into your ear, loud enough so only you could hear. Your hips bucked, legs shaking. He wanted so bad to win. To finally have something he excelled at over his best friend.

“God, Art, you fuck me so much better.” You said it loudly, looking at Patrick, whose legs were spread, cock straining against the shorts he still had on.

And you weren’t lying either.

[togament]

Cock warming Togame while sharing a blunt. That's it. That's the tweet. ✨️

(Absolutely love your writing, by the way ❤️)

GAAASP! 😳😳😳 cockwarming…. Sharing a blunt….. ngl anon I got your ask 2 days ago and it never ever left my noggin. This sounded so hot. Oh, your beautiful brain. I take it out, smooch it and put it back in. This is right up my alley!!!!! Tysvm for sending this in (and for the kind words!!! Another brain kiss from me to you!!!!!)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: post seggsy time, PRE seggsy time 👀, riding togame’s horse schlong again, cockwarming, language (of course, of course), mentions of weed/marijuana/devil’s lettuce, smoking said weed/marinara/devil’s lettuce, teasing, AFAB! reader, slightly whiney Togame, reader is insatiable and Togame is too.

You often end up like this on your shared bed with your lover.

Bedsheets in disarray, pillows soaked with spit and sweat, bodies still hot from the aftermath of your nightly romp, sharing a fat blunt. Lazy. Now, your man loves to take things slow—hates being rushed, wanting to do things at his pace. So obviously he loves it when you have his cock stuffed in your mouth, keeping it warm while he’s busy rolling another fat one to share. Loves the fact that he could just thrust into your mouth whenever he wants to and—fuck—with your ass is in full view for him, pussy still glistening with a mixture of his cum and yours, he could just drag his knuckle up and down your folds just to tease you, to feel you squirm. His pace.

Delicious.

But there are nights when you both would prefer something different. Share the blunt properly, y’know? That's where you are right now—straddling his lap, throbbing length buried to the hilt inside your cunt with him sat up against the headboard, lighting up a joint. His fat mushroom tip kisses your cervix so you’re gentle with every movement you make and Togame knows this. He knows better than to thrust up into you—fucking you while sober’s one thing but high? Shit. You both have gone hours upon hours until the sun rose multiple times, foregoing proper sleep to fuck the high away.

He obeys. A little.

Offering you the first pull, you take the blunt from his hand and you inhale deeply, taking more clean air into your lungs before you gently guide his chin to face you and you gently let out a plume of smoke. He inhales deeply with hooded eyes gazing deep into yours, heavy from the high and from you. His cock twitches inside of you as he fights the urge to just pin you down and fuck his cum back into you. Nothing is more erotic to him than you, naked and blushing, shotgunning a fat pull with him.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” he lazily drawls, blowing the smoke away and you start feeling him move underneath you. “Really like teasin’ me like this, huh?” He rolls up into your slutty hole and as a warning, you hold your hand against his chest, the other secure on the blunt. Nothing’s stopping your pussy from throbbing around him though. Shit. “Y’know what that does to me.”

You’re fighting back the urge to bounce against him.

“If you keep moving I’m getting off—“ you warn, shooting him a stern look but it’s no use.

He has his hands on your waist now.

“I can’t help it, doll. Y’feel too damn good,” he peers up at you so sweetly you kind of feel like giving in. He takes the blunt from your fingers and he puts it off to the side and into the ashtray. You let him.

“I’m tired, baby,” you reason out weakly but your body’s snitching on you. You’re already throbbing and soaking wet from the way he’s been looking at you, from the way he’s holding you so gently. With your arms snaking up his broad shoulders, you rest your full weight on him now. Chest to chest. Skin to skin.

His large hands move lower to palm at your ass and he gulps dryly, feeling you pulsate around him.

He’s trying to be good for you. He swears.

“Let me take care of you then.” He answers, pressing gentle and slow kisses onto your shoulders with his hands now kneading your flesh. You feel him harden inside you and the sensation’s addicting. You feel like you’re about to burst.

“C’mon. Please?” He says with a slight thrust up, his deep voice coming out as a teasing, whiny request. “One last round and we’re sleeping. Promise.”

You say nothing. You don’t move. With your face hiding in the crook of his neck, you breathe shakily against his flesh; your resolve slipping with every movement. The high isn’t helping either. He feels this.

“…I won’t move until you tell me you want this, angel.” He says gently, pressing more kisses onto your neck.

“F-fine.” You stutter, holding onto his shoulders, digging crescents into them while he slowly, lazily starts to move his hips into you. Teasingly and annoyingly slow.

“Hmm. Fine what?” He stops moving. Ripping you away from possibly just cumming around his length with him barely doing anything. “Use your words, dolly.”

You inwardly curse yourself as you circle your hips, allowing his girth to rub up against your gummy walls once more. “I need it.” You whimper, rocking your hips now with your shared blunt now long forgotten on the ashtray. Its served its purpose for tonight. “G-god you’re such an ass.”

With you moving so eagerly now, Togame can’t help but let out a shaky breath as he holds onto your hips to guide you. He loves how feisty you are sometimes.

“That’s my girl.”

a/n: gumoni from my side of the world, guys. Thank you so much for reading through this absolute dog water and thank youuuuuuu anon for sending in this seggsy seggsy ask. From this day on, I will think of Togame every single time I toke. I muah u. I go sleep now.

[lovebittenbyevans]

What I Am To You | One Shot

Summary: You tried to figure out what is going on between you and Gojo.

Pairing: fuckboy! Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Warnings: cursed words, slight angst, heartbreak

Author note: This is something I thought of. Enjoy reading!

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You and Gojo have been fooling around with each other for almost a year. Both of you just can’t seem to get enough of each other. Some days he couldn’t leave you alone. He likes having you around from time to time.

For six weeks you have not been answering his calls and text messages. You wanted to be left alone in your own apartment. You didn’t feel the need to talk to him because he already treated you how he wanted to treat you.

You eventually got into his car, closing the door shut while hearing the rain against the window. It was a good thing you wore your sweater since you do get cold a lot.

“What do you want?” Was the first thing you asked him.

Gojo took a breath before he spoke. “I've been calling you and texting you like crazy. Why have you not been answering?”

You notice he wanted answers.

You looked out the window and said, “Minding my business, busy.” You let out a sigh and spoke again. “But I should have asked you about a few months ago. Do you ever want to be with me fully or still play games with your soon to be girlfriend Lyra?”

Everybody knows Gojo is not the type to committed to any girl. He doesn’t see the point in settling down and getting married. He wanted to have fun the way he sees his life as long as he sees fit.

“You know I don’t do the whole girlfriend thing.” He said honestly.

Hearing that stings a little. You couldn’t help but wonder why you have deep feelings for him. You wanted to fix him. You want to see a change in him. You want him to love you. You didn’t imagine being his side piece forever.

You wanted to be the one to change his mind.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

You slowly turned your head and met his gaze, fighting back tears. “Then what are we?” The question you were always afraid to ask him.

Gojo thought of that question plenty of times when different girls ask him that. He just never thought about it briefly.

He paused, breathing out and still looked at you. “We are two people who don’t want to lose each other.”

What the fuck?

You blink at him in disbelief, your eyes filled with disappointment. “That’s all you have to fucking say? Sounds to me like you wanted to say we are companion.”

He ran his hand through his hair and sighs. “Y/N, we won’t lose each other. You should be happy about that.”

Again, wrong choice of words he thought to himself

“And Lyra?” You've been dying to know the answer to that.

Before he could speak he was thinking about the words he wanted to say and mean it. “She’s a lady friend soon to be maybe I need more.”

Excuse me?

Your eyes widened as you opened the passenger seat door. Your fear came through tonight and you were hoping it didn’t at least.

You tried to say this as calmly as possible. “I have been there for you A LOT! I have always called you and texted you to see if you were out. I have always made sure I clear my schedule because we both know how hard it is to see each other on a daily basis. I have watched you cry and scream, even cuddle with you after sex when you didn’t want nobody to see how much not being suguru and ryomen friend anymore was hurting you.” A lump felt caught in your throat as you were trying to fight back tears.

“I always pick up when you call me and run to you.” You continue to talk. “But fuck you and I hope you have a miserable ass life with Lyra.” You got out of his car slamming the door shut.

You ran into your apartment trying not to get caught in the rain any longer, closing the door shut when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You sniffle, wiping a tear as you answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Why the hell are you crying?” Ryomen Sukuna's voice came through the phone.

You roll your eyes. “Now it’s not the time for that attitude, Ry.” One day his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude will catch up to him.

Ryomen sighs, “what’s wrong, mama.” You sniffle again and wipe another tear from your cheeks. “Gojo.”

“I’m on my way.” When you heard a beep, that was all he said before hanging up the phone.

[kaeyx]

Happy birthday Dazai!

Dazai x afab!gn!reader [wc:2.8k]

Content/warnings: 18+, couch sex, humping, unprotected sex, more of a dom-ish reader, Dazai is called princess, y'all skip work but that's always morally correct

Notes: I began this bitch over a year ago as a joke and it's finally out. Dedicated to the lovely @sproutzai because I love him and also because he made the pretty layout!

All things considered, it’s not that big of a surprise that Dazai ends up in your bed. Your job is filing reports, the pay isn’t good enough to justify any wild clubbing, and there’s something in his pretty eyes that’s been promising you a lot of things ever since you joined the agency. It feels like you’re a puzzle he’s been trying to crack, poking and prodding and letting his hands ghost over your back whenever he walks by; high enough that it’s not off putting, low enough that you want to yank him closer by the lapels of his stupid coat and tell him to just commit already, damnit.

His sweet, singsong voice is low, purring in your ears while his hand cradles your face. His fingers are long and boney, cold, circling behind your neck to pull you into him. The door to your apartment is solid against your back and his hips fit snugly in your hands.

You break away to unlock it, ignoring the man pawing at your back and mouthing at your neck in favour of getting your key in the hole. Fuck, you can’t believe you’re skipping work for this guy.

Sunlight falls across the floor of your apartment, dust dancing through your living room. When you reach behind you to tug him inside he stumbles, his eyes dark with anticipation but the edges of his mouth twitching upwards like a giddy teenager. His already rebellious hair falling into his face, vest half undone, shirt untucked and rumpled around his waist. Your fault, not that you’re sorry about messing him up a little.

Dazai licks his lips and smiles, a little predatory, a lot daring, and you knowingly take the bait, pulling him close and grabbing wherever you can, your mouth continuing where it had last left his jaw. Two pairs of shoes are hastily kicked off, landing mingled on the floor. You should both be working, you in the office and him outside and yet here you are, grinding against each other like a pair of overeager kids, and you can’t even bring yourself to care. You can feel his bulge growing under his slacks, his hands wandering downwards to squeeze your ass and pull you in by your belt loops, drool collecting hot and heavy on the edges of your mouths.

Your blazer falls over the nearest chair as you pull Dazai backwards, making your way across the room by pure memory. The back of your leg hits the edge of the couch, cushions sinking under your combined weight as his knee lands between your thighs, his body covering yours. It’s easy to hook one finger, and then two, under the bandages on his neck and drag him down. A groan slips out of his mouth, one you quickly silence with your own eager lips. He eagerly follows your pull, crawling up to you with his hands caging you in on either side of your head.

You tug the bandage down to expose his pale neck and nip at his throat, delighting in the full body shiver that runs through him and presses you closer.

“You like that?” Your lips graze his pulse point and he inhales sharply. His throat bobs.

After a beat of silence he groans a little, and it makes you laugh.

“Answer me,” you say lightly, smiling. He chuckles.

“You’re really going to make me say it?” he pouts, adjusting himself so your eyes can meet. His hair is falling all round, framing his face and reddened lips.

“I can do a lot worse, princess.” The nickname slips out unintentionally, but you see his eyes widen a fraction, feel a twitch against your thigh and know you’ve struck gold.

He looks away first, dropping his head to your shoulder and nestling himself right against your collar before saying, “please?”

Heat spears straight through your abdomen, tugging him up by the bandages to crash your mouths together in a kiss that’s more teeth than tongue and makes Dazai whine in delight. He relaxes against you completely, held up only by his forearms on the armrest, knowing he’s got you. When you break away the sun is in his eyes, turning them sienna.

“Take that stupid coat off,” you whisper.

“Only the coat?” He’s already scrambling back, slipping his arms out of the sleeves. Bandages hide all his skin until they disappear into the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.

As you sit up, reaching for his vest, he takes your wrists and presses them flat against his chest, leaning in to kiss you again. He lets his lips hover, barely brushing your own, letting his breath fan across your face. His nose is nearly touching yours. Your fingers fumble for the buttons on his shirt and vest, giving way to the rough feeling of bandages wrapped around his chest as his own cold hands make quick work of your shirt. He traces the curve of your shoulder and follows it down your arms, tossing the fabric to the ground in a heap.

“I’m going to have to iron that later,” you complain absently, but the thought of returning to work is admittedly fading from your mind with every kiss.

Dazai’s vest falls on the cushions behind him. “You worry too much,” he says, squeezing your hips to put your focus back on him.

Your hands go to his middle, fingers dancing carefully over his bandaged torso so as to not dislodge anything, feeling his hip bones poke through his slacks. You press forward, one hand splayed across his stomach until Dazai gets the hint and falls back against the other end of the couch with a spark of excitement in his eyes. His pants are easy to undo, hasty fingers tugging the fabric down to expose his hips as he reaches for your own waistband and pulls you to sit on his thighs.

“Sit back.” Your voice is a little shaky as you grab his cold, bandaged wrists and push them up by his head. He laughs, grinning at you with a spark in his eyes.

“Come on,” he whines, reaching out again. You swat his hands off your hips and he pouts, letting them fall back.

“Patience,” you say, giving him a pointed look, already back to teasing his thighs, fingers running over the edge of his bandages. You snap his boxers against his skin, making his fists clench by his head and his brows twitch, smile twitching at the edges. His stomach jumps as you watch shamelessly, your eyes on the sliver of scarred thighs and tummy, and the mass of dark hair trailing down between his legs.

“Lift your hips for me,” you instruct, hands suddenly aching to pull everything off him.

Dazai happily complies, wriggling his hips to help, sighing as his length springs free from his boxers and he kicks them off.

Palm wet with spit you reach for his cock, watching with satisfaction as Dazai’s eyes unfocus when you squeeze the base.

“What, no bandages here?” You tease, smiling up at him. He chuckles, though it sounds significantly less steady than his usual voice.

It’s not the thickest you’ve seen by far, but it’s long and twitches invitingly under your gaze, the tip flushed a pretty pink. You run your fingers up the underside and push it against his stomach, thumb rolling over the head and catching his slit, coming away stained with a bit of precum. Dazai is staring at you while you’re staring at his dick, too mesmerized to appreciate the flush on his cheeks.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked,” Dazai pouts, once again tugging on your pant leg.

“Fine, fine, greedy cunt,” you grumble, though there’s a smile tugging at your lips. It’s not bad at all to be so wanted, especially not if it’s Dazai looking at you with his twinkling eyes.

It’s not hard to shuck the rest of your clothes, finally leaving you bare before him, but you don’t let him get a good look before you’re back on top of him, straddling his thighs. Once again taking his cock into your hands you give it a few gentle strokes before carefully sitting on it and his stomach, trapping his dick between your pussy lips.

Dazai’s hips twitch up and he groans, his hands instinctively flying to your hips and squeezing the warm flesh. You take a deep breath, grinding yourself back and forth in tiny motions that make his cockhead rub just right against your clit. You’re soaked, your cunt already making a mess all over his length and even his stomach, the slick easing your movements and helping you hump him. Dazai is still holding tight onto your hips and looking up at you with wonder in his gaze, and you spy him licking his lips.

You brace yourself on his chest and roll your hips with slow, sensual movements, looking down at the man spread out beneath you. Dazai is looking back with need and wonder on his face, his hips rocking up to meet yours, his cock slotted perfectly against you. You lower your head to his and brush your lips against his, sucking on his bottom lip and trapping the soft flesh between your teeth for a second before pulling away, kissing and nipping at his chin and under his jaw as Dazai tilts his head back and whines, his boney hands tightening on your hips. Travelling further down your mouth finds his collarbones and eventually the hard nub of a nipple, hidden away under his bandages. Dazai tenses when you rub your lips against it, letting out a delicate, shuddering whine and humping you a bit faster. Smiling, you ignore the discomfort of your position and instead lavish the whole area with your tongue, flattening it and letting your spit soak his bandages.

Dazai brings his face to your shoulder, kissing and sucking, tiny kitten licks that leave behind sparks of cold. Oh, he knows exactly what he’s doing. Nimble fingers trace your spine from your neck to your hips, drawing senseless curves and circles, committing your skin to memory. It makes you shudder and him smile, adding a hint of nail to his touches that has you shivering, your hips snapping forwards involuntarily. The eager mouth on your skin falls open as you wrap your lips around his nipple and suck, his tongue lolling out and pressing flat against your collarbone. He licks a stripe up to your neck but you can feel his breath trembling against you and it makes your heart flutter.

“You like this, don’t you?” You groan against Dazai’s chest, kissing the crisscrossing bandages over his heart. He’s also curled up a bit to reach your shoulder without having to stop humping your soft cunt, and his tummy is tense.

“Mhmm,” Dazai sighs happily, relaxing against the cushions and kissing the top of your head. “And you do too.”

Your hips slow a little as you get distracted, choosing to brace yourself on the sofa on either side of Dazai’s midsection instead of on his chest, taking his other nipple into your mouth and giving that one some soft kisses too. It’s poking through a gap in his bandages, pink and swollen, delectable. Dazai wriggles his hips and tries to keep moving you back and forth on his aching cock, the head catching on your entrance a few times but sliding harmlessly away, too covered in your wetness to give any sort of friction.

“Don’t be impatient,” you chastise him without any heat, sitting fully on his hips to stop him from moving around while you explore his chest to your heart’s content.

“At least don’t leave me hanging,” Dazai whines, looking straight at you with pleading eyes and a pretty pout.

You know he’s acting but that doesn’t make him any less pretty, or any less enticing. His lips are parted and you can see his chest rise and fall, the faint blush on his cheeks, the way his dark hair is spread in one perfect tangle all over the cushion. Your cheeks feel hot, and when his long hands grip your ass and move your hips back and forth you let him set the pace without much protest.

A whiny moan vibrates through Dazai’s chest as you wrap your mouth around his nipple again, one hand coming up to toy with the other one. You flick and pinch it, rolling the delicate bud between your fingers and biting gently on the other to make him jump. He’s shaking beneath you, his movements choppy as he ruts against your slick cunt and whines shamelessly.

“Hey- I’m-” Dazai pants, trying to warn you of something in a breathy voice.

His tone makes you grin, still rubbing firm circles into his nipple as you lean up and kiss his neck. His body tenses under you and you lick the underside of his jaw, taking some of the delicate skin between your teeth and applying barely enough pressure to leave a mark.

“Go on princess,” you whisper against his skin, pretty sure you know what’s going to happen.

That seems to do it for him as hot, sticky ropes of white paint his stomach. His cock twitches against you as he cums, thick spurts that seem to go on forever. Mesmerized, you drag two fingers through the mess and smear it across his skin, even rubbing the tip of his cock to cover it in a milky sheen. Dazai mewls and looks at you with wide eyes, a half smile of triumph on his face. He seems excited, and that only grows when you begin to move your hips again. He whines and squirms but doesn’t do anything to push you off, his stomach tensing with every slow roll of your hips.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting all this time?” You murmur, reaching out to hold his face and pull him in for a kiss.

Dazai groans, trying to shove his tongue past your lips and lick the roof of your mouth. His hands find your ass and squeeze appreciatively, his hips rolling almost instinctively against yours.

“You’re- enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Dazai pants, breaking away just enough to show you a cheeky smile before capturing your lips again.

You manage a noise of assent, too preoccupied with grinding against him just right, quick and shallow thrusts that rub your clit just right without the hood getting in the way. Your heart thumps in your chest and there’s a distinct coil of need growing in your stomach. Dazai’s mouth is sloppy and eager, his kisses landing on your cheeks and chin. He’s also getting close, if his eager pace and quiet whines are anything to go by.

“Again?” You ask just to make sure, reaching down between your bodies.

“One- one more,” He whines, hips bucking when your hand closes around his cock. His skin shines with sweat, almost making him glow beneath you.

His length slips inside you, hot and messy and making him buck his hips as you gasp in unison. His head falls back with a low groan, and you grit your teeth. He fits so comfortably, giving your cunt something to clench around without being thick enough to sting, a pleasant weight in your abdomen.

“Fuck- good, that’s it,” you gasp, gripping his chin again. “Look at me, princess.”

Dazais eyes are dark and flat, pupils blown, and he’s biting down on his chapped lip with a small furrow in his brow. He looks pretty enough for you to eat him whole. It only takes a few seconds of you grinding and rolling your hips before he makes a noise that’s all sorts of needy and you fight to keep your eyes from closing as your orgasm rips though you. You look down just in time to see his back arch, his mouth parting with a sweet cry, feet kicking behind you as his hands grasp the couch beside his head. Muscles tense your hips keep moving on their own, prolonging both your highs until you eventually collapse into the man beneath you.

Your legs burn when you finally stretch them out, lying on Dazai’s chest and finally letting yourself catch your breath, basking in the pleasant glow of release. He’s a bit cold to the touch but it’s soothing right now, especially when he puts one of his hands on your back. You can hear his heartbeat.

A phone rings from somewhere inside a pocket, halfway across the room. Before you can even grumble and try to get up, thin arms wrap around you and you find yourself trapped in Dazai’s surprisingly strong grip.

“Nnnnnooo…” he whines, throwing one leg clumsily over yours, “not yet….”

“Really?” You snort. “You’re going to pull a ‘five more minutes’ on me?”

He just laughs, giving you a squeeze. “I meant, I’m not done with you yet. Come on,” his voice turns a little whiny, pleading, “you’re not going to leave right now are you?”

“I guess not.”

[bengiyo]

Knock Knock Boys Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we squarely sorted our housemates into two pairs and gave Almond a proper shake to make him get over Jumper. Almond spent the first chunk of the episode following Latte, and watched him give a talk to a club about pansexuality. He and Almond had a good moment after that, and Latte found himself getting jealous of Jumper at the barbecue they hosted later. Meanwhile, Thanwa is still looking for work but had an excellent moment with Peak in a closet where Peak apologized for taking a kiss from him earlier and asking for a new one. We left at Jane reentering the picture.

I do love their cold opens that are for a later scene in the episode. It feels so assured every time. I like the anticipation of paying attention to the moments so I know what that cold open is meant to provide as payoff.

I love Latte so much. He wakes up from sleeping on Almond and only gives a pleased smile about it. These two faking sleep are ridiculous. I know Almond was gonna toss his ass when the Now Kisstm moment started

Using the shirt to provide a barrier during a pratfall kiss is novel. I’m glad the first time their lips actually touch won’t be accidental, and that Latte got injured. We’ve only seen someone bleeding after a pratfall kiss in a few instances (Love Stage!! TH comes to mind).

Fiancée? I am ready for the drama.

These boys are nosy as hell!

The energy Jane gives off is so knowing. I am compelled.

Almond, the rich kid, took his shirt off to pretend to clean the walls with it after rolling away from the door. Incredible.

She is so ready to fight this man. They do not feel like they are romantically involved.

I feel bad for Thanwa. He’s staying out of the way, and even waited a bit for answers before calling.

Finally, someone acknowledged that every goddamn mosquito would be flying in through those open doors.

Morning wood in my BL? It’s more likely than  you think.

Almond, we see you still smiling about what you saw.

I’m with Almond. I wouldn’t want to eat breakfast at this tense table. However, I am also with Latte just trying to get some food in before walking to class.

Thanwa feels so properly gay to me. He’s being so careful about being neutral in his interactions with Jane.

I don’t like Max.

I like Lukpeach taking her offense to their sexual health club and talking about how improper it is to film people’s private moments and post them for clout.

Almond, focus please!

These two have a fun dynamic. Almond is still clearly thinking about Latte’s dick, and I love Latte being upfront that he’s down to play if Almond wants.

An unfortunate t-shirt choice there, costuming department.

This framing with the bed scene is excellent. Thanwa is still willing to offer Peak shelter, but he’s made it clear that they can’t have any more closeness while this situation with Jane remains unresolved.

Yes, put on your glasses so you can see his back properly. This show is very good at communicating that the characters are feeling multiple things.

Baby’s first dildo!

I don’t think they’re talking about the job anymore, guys.

This boy is skipping home to use his new toy! I love that for him.

You’re gonna need more Vaseline than that, baby boy.

I really love that Almond is allowed to explore his body this way. He lucked out on his roommates, too. Latte was worried when he heard him scream, and I love him teasing Almond about helping. It’s so cool that Almond is made to feel like he is desirable in some way.

And now Jane is covering for Peak, and didn’t react much about Almond saying he kissed Thanwa. She knows.

Oh no. Almond, do not go check that locker room. You are gonna get your little heart broken.

Glad I called that Jumper was already with his friend.

Almond….no… You were just at a meeting about consent.

That’s interesting. I thought we would find out about Jumper and Shawn via the clip, not that Almond would have already seen them together.

Wow, that’s a difficult cliffhanger. You could see Latte pulling away from Almond.

The preview is not promising!

Wow, I was not expecting the show to go beyond the “don’t film people” PSA aside. Having Almond overstep that boundary in a moment of jealousy and be caught for it is ripe with tension. I like that it’s Latte who catches it first, because he’s been dealing with Almond overstepping boundaries with him for multiple episodes with him following him places and trying to see his dick. Even if there’s been brewing sexual tension between them, Almond has been very firm about saying no to Latte. To have him then film and post Jumper like this is egregious, but in line with his earlier behavior. I’m excited to see where we go with them. As for Thanwa, I love that he still likes Peak even if he’s holding on his own line as well. This show whips ass.

[khaire-traveler]

Hey! I’ve been following for a while and I have a small question. I’m worried that I’m headblind/can’t feel or hear deities at all. When I work with reading flames or spinning coins, something feels off or wrong. And I’m too scared to use a pendulum because a friend of mine had a trickster on them last year. Is this something that I can fix or I have to work around? Do you have any tips to work past this or any communication methods? Thx for reading!

Hey, Nonny! Apologies for the late answer; I've been crazy busy lately.

So, I have a few things I can recommend as well as some things I hope you find reassuring.

Firstly, I'd like to say that I don't believe in trickster spirits - at least, not in the way that has been popularized. Are there spirits out there who are maybe not so good to be around? Yes, absolutely. But if you're reaching out to a specific deity, is someone else entirely going to answer? In my opinion, no. When you specifically call on a deity, I personally believe that only that deity is going to answer. If you're nervous about who will be on the other end of your prayer, I suggest using a broad epithet of the deity to get their attention. I have a pretty detailed post on my views that I'll link here and save you my long ass thought process. In general, though, deities are the protection from evil, not the cause of it, and that holds true when it comes to supposed trickster spirits.

Secondly, I do believe that deity communication is a skill that can be practiced and learned, but sometimes it's much more difficult for some than others. For some people, they struggle to do it at all, and that's not a bad thing. I feel there is a misconception going around that in order to have an actual relationship with your deities, you need to be able to communicate through divination or have to sense their presence. However, this is untrue. You can still have strong deity relationships through prayer and other simple means of communication. Deities will still listen to you, and you'll often find that they'll still answer, even if it's not in ways that are often discussed online. Deities communicate through a variety of means - dreams, physical signs and omens, divination, even encounters with strangers - and to enforce a limited view on their communication abilities is something I'm strongly against, yet it is often the only thing that's popularized. Online, you often hear stories of people speaking directly to deities and being able to physically see them. You even hear stories of perfect and flawless communication through divination. The things is, we often don't see the rigorous practice and build up that it took for someone to get there. In my experience, even just by speaking to other practitioners, these communication skills seldom come naturally.

Thirdly, I do have sources that you can look into that explore different methods of deity communication as well honing your ability to use those methods. This post discusses how to differentiate between your inner voice and that of a deity. This post talks about identifying signs from deities. There are other ways to identify signs not mentioned in this post, but this is a great place to start. This post mentions some ways deities can try to contact you, just in general. This post is about narrowing down which deities are trying to contact you. While not directly related to your situation, it could still be helpful. This post is specifically geared towards to the headblind. It gives some great tips on figuring out what deities are trying to communicate. I highly suggest you take a look at my Deities & Entities section in my pinned post for more. Finally, here is a masterpost I made of various divination methods - all great ways to communicate with deities.

I will say that it takes a lot of practice, especially if you're coming from a place where you've never felt or experienced anything relating to deities, but in my opinion, it's not impossible most of the time. Even if you ARE fully head blind, that's not a bad thing. Like I said earlier, it doesn't prevent you from having meaningful relationships with deities. The best thing you can do for yourself is to stop comparing yourself to other worshippers and their experiences. At the end of the day, everyone's practice will differ vastly from each other, and even when you have things in common, you will still find that you do some things way differently from the other practitioner. Even the way that deities present themselves to people varies. For example, I often see Apollon as having long, wavy hair that's golden blond. However, I've met another person who sees him as having shoulder length hair that's more of a strawberry blond. I even know someone who only sees the gods in the forms of animals, viewing Apollon as a swan, crow, or crane. Deity experiences are almost never exactly the same. How you do things will always differ, and there's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with the way you practice, and you're not doing anything wrong by struggling to communicate. It's ok, and you are perfectly fine the way you are. 🫂

I hope you found my answer helpful. I know it was pretty wordy, but I hope you don't mind that too much. I wish you the best on your journey, Nonny, and I truly hope you can feel secure and happy in your practice. I believe in you, and I'm proud of you for the progress you've already made. Take care. 🧡

[slutforreginageorge]

Wtf, my eyes?!

Ship: Regina x Janis

Warnings: sexual content, Damian getting traumatized

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“Baby, don’t start something we know we can’t finish,” Regina moaned gripping the back of her girlfriend’s head as the brunette kissed her neck.

“I’m always able to stop, I just don’t want to and you don’t let me,” Janis answered hand moving under the blondes shirt gripping her hips before going further up and resting on her breasts. They were in the schools janitor’s closet making out. It was the period before lunch, they both had it free since their teacher was sick.

Regina threw her head back giving the smaller woman more space to kiss, Janis was just about to leave a mark when Regina stoped her giving her a warning look. Janis smirked pulling the shirt down her girlfriend was wearing kissing her collarbone, nibbling and sucking on it.

Regina released a shaky breath grip tightening on Janis head, left hand moving down to grip her butt. She could feel her smiling against her skin licking the fresh mark that laid just beneath the collar of her shirt.

Janis was about to slide the hand, that had made its way down Regina’s abs, into her pants when the bell rang.

Janis pulled away immediately fixing her cloth before pulling out her phone to fix her makeup. Regina was still out of it, still feeling Janis’s hands on her body even tho they were long gone from her, a kiss on her cheek ripped her out of it. Janis’s hands were on her hips again squeezing them slightly.

“You good, babe?” She asked smirking. Regina nodded leaning in to kiss Janis again but her lips never came.

“Nope, not going there! The others are probably waiting for us at lunch and to be honest I am quite hungry,” Janis leaned back trying to step away from Regina. “You could also eat me for lunch,” Regina smirked pulling Janis back into her grasp. “Haha very funny you know i would love to but I am sure at some point they are going to figure out why we are both not at lunch and we both said, that we are not ready to tell our friends. So get cleaned up and I will se you in the cafeteria, okay?” Janis kissed her on the lips one last time before letting go and stepping out of the small room after checking who was outside.

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They were making out again, this time in Janis’s garage. Janis was sitting on the blondes lap hands in her hair, when a hand made its way down to her ass gripping it before making its way to her front unbuttoning her Jeans, sliding it down a bit to get better access.

“No hickeys babe, you know the rule. I really do not feel like lying to Damian about where I got them from,” Janis moaned body tensing when her girlfriend slid her hand into her pants and underwear putting pressure on her clit.

“You know makeup exists, you can just cover them up and no one would ask questions,” the blonde shot back, playing with the smaller woman’s clit smiling when her body relaxed against her chest before tensing up again, when her girlfriend slipped a finger inside without warning.

“Fuck, Regina!” She moaned trying to get more friction.

The blonde was about to give Janis just that when the door to the garage flew open revealing Damian.

“Janis! I found the perfect mov…,” He spoke before stopping in track taking in the scene and turning around to go out of the door with in seconds.

“My eyes, WTF!!!” He screamed. Regina pulled out as fast as she could helping Janis - who was still in shock of what had just happened- put her top back on and button up her pants again.

“It’s fine, it’s going to be fine. It’s Damian not your mom or someone like that,” Regina kissed her cheek and standing up to check on Damian who she predicted was still on the other side of the door.

“Damian?” She opened the door to find him in a state between laughing and shock. “Do you want to come in?”

“Is my best fried dressed again?”

“She is wearing all of her clothes again, I’m sorry that you had to see that.” Damian stepped inside and moved to hug Regina before stopping himself looking at the blonde and then at her hand shaking his head smiling.

Janis sat on the couch looking slightly panicked not looking Damian in the eye and playing with the ring on her thumb

“Janis it’s fine, I had my predictions that you guys were canoodling in secret for a while now and this,” he made a hand movement gesticulating around “It’s fine. It actually is one of my life goals you know,” Damian smiled sitting down in front of Janis reassuring her that it was fine.

Janis smiled looking up at her best friend before hitting his arm.

“Soooo? What is this? Is it just canoodling or is there more to it?” He smiled.

“There is more to it we just decided not to tell any of you because we decided it was too fresh and we did not want to tell you just so we would tell you a few weeks later that we are actually not in a relationship with each other any more,” Janis said still playing with her rings.

“Okay that makes sense, and just to make sure I am so happy for you both and I support this but please I don’t ever want to see you guys fucking ever again or i might need a lobotomy,” the guy smiled giving Janis’s knee a squeeze.

“Can’t promise anything you know, maybe just learn how to knock,” Regina remarked laughing.

“Or you guys just don’t fuck anywhere you can,” Damian shot back.

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“Omg my eyes, Gretchen help!!!” Janis heard her best friend scream as well as the door of the closet slamming. Pulling her out of the scene she and her girlfriend were in. Regina burst out laughing and so did she, then moving her finger again, which made Regina’s laugh turn into a deep throaty moan.

“No one go into the hallway closet! They need to get send into rehab . . . Sex rehab!!” She could still hear Damian scream in the background which then got tuned out by the sweet sound of her girlfriend’s moans as she got close to her high.

“You close baby?” She whispered into Regina’s ear as the tall blonde gripped her biceps biting into the muscles of her shoulder.

In the past mother of their relationship Janis had learned how incredibly obsessed Regina was with her muscles and how much she loved gripping and biting them during sex.

“Yes, so close! Please let me cum, I can’t take it anymore,”Regina moaned walls closing around her girlfriend’s finger as her thumb massaged her clit.

“Such a good girl already begging. I didn’t need go say anything,” Janis praised sucking another mark into the blondes porcelain skin. “Cum baby, cum for me,” Janis told her girlfriend who needed just those words to come around her finger. Walls cramping making it almost impossible for Janis to move her finger to help her ride out her Orgasm.

“Good girl, it’s fine. I got you,” she whispered as Regina fell against her chest relaxing fully, breathing heavily while Janis combed her hands through her hair loosening knots.

Regina looked up into the deep brown eyes of her girlfriend, smiling softly.

“You good pretty?”

“Mhh, just fine. But i think we should check up on Damian,” she said not moving from her spot on her girlfriend’s chest.

“He’s gonna be fine, we told him that he needed to learn to knock,” Janis smiled kissing Regina’s forehead.

“You are right but still that poor man,” she smiled kissing a few spots on Janis’s chest and shoulder, where she had bitten a little too hard, some of them had even drawn blood.

“Regina i love you with all my heard, but please don’t ever mention my best friend again while my finger are still deep in you, okay?”

Regina braked out a laughter making Janis giggle before pulling out.

“Okay come on let’s check up on the oh so traumatized patient.”

I hope you like it :3

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me(part 4)- matt sturniolo

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

summary: matt hates your guts but all of that changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains: vampire!matt x reader, highschool au! (18 years old), dark themes, death, smut (not in this part)

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“well its three am. i thought your lazy ass would be asleep” matt sighs “but if you want to go now we can, shes definitely up. let me call her and let her know. be ready in ten minutes.” he emphasizes the ten like a father talking to a child that can’t manage time.

i didn’t even get bitter about it though, instead, my heart pangs at the thought of matt being on good enough terms with a girl to be calling at 3 am. “just the mating bond” i mutter to myself as i peel my clothes from the day before off in exchange for new ones. as soon as i walk out the room, matt is right there.

“awww, is someone jealous? don’t lie, i felt it sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it. say you want matt alll to yourself. go on” he teases me relentlessly causing my cheeks to heat up. “shut up” i groan but then decide to tease him back. lets play on this mating bond thing while i still can

i smirk and walk up to matt and place my hands on his chest. his eyes darken and his hands are clamped to his sides, probably to stop himself from touching me too. i sigh at the fact and then make my move.

“im all yours, matt.” i say seductively. “aren’t you mine?” you question looking up at him with doe eyes. matts gaze darkens even further and he can’t stop himself from grabbing my waist and bringing me closer. he dips his head down and i think he’s going to kiss me. instead he brushes his lips against my ear, “what are you doing to me?” he whispers more to himself then to me. i smirk before pulling away “nothing.” i shrug, “didn’t know the mating bond could take away your ability to answer simple questions”, i add nonchalantly. matt rolls his eyes at this. “you are sooo annoying, i can’t wait till im rid of you” he says turning his back on me and walking, a silent way to tell me to follow. i do, laughing at the effect i have on him.

we walk outside to matts van and are met by chris. “your sitting in the back” matt snips, looking in chris’ direction. “y/n your up front with me” he says choosing to not look at me.

“come on man, your still mad about that?? i was just trying to help!” chris practically whines. matt just huffs and grabs me, practically throwing me in the frontseat. chris climbs into the back dejectedly and i ask whats on my mind.

“chris, not that i mind you here, because i don’t, but why ARE you here?” i question. this was a problem strictly between me and matt. my mind reels at the thought that i actually would have preferred it to just be me and matt. a day ago i literally didn’t want to sit next to him in class….

he sighs and i look back and am suprised by the pain on his face. “my mate was already dead when she was given to me.” he whispers. just by being around matt, i can tell how big of an effect the bond can have, and i can’t imagine how sad he must be at the loss. “i’m so sorry, chris” i say softly. even matt looks sorry for him. he looks at his face through the review mirror while starting to reverse out of the driveway. chris just shakes his head, trying to shake the feelings away.

“its okay, i’m sure madi will be able to make everything go away.” chris offers me a half smile. “i hope so” i say giving him a reassuring smile in return before turning to matt. i roll my eyes at his sour face, he’s clearly jealous but he refrained from saying anything because of the nature of the conversation. “are you going to get jealous every time i talk to ANYONE but you?? he’s your brother! and who the fuck is madi?” i say, cringing at the jealous tone in my voice. matt side eyes me before answering my questions. “can’t exactly help the way i feel, i told you that, so stop punishing me for it. i don’t see chris complaining!” he adds looking for support. “yeah no not at all” chris chirps awkardly at being included in the argument. i’m about to say that chris is just trying to get back in his good graces but matt continues. “and madi’s practically our sister, right chris?” chris nodds in agreement and i sigh. “how exactly is she going to help us?” chris eyes matt suspiciously after i asked.

“what? you didn’t tell her?”he questions and i look to matt, whose eyes are set on the road ahead of us. tell me what??

“shes a witch.” matt says matter of factly.

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we pull into the driveway and a pretty girl with long black hair is standing outside waiting. sister my ass.

chris runs out of the car to greet her. “MADI!!!” he runs and jumps into her arms sending her into a fit of giggles. i couldn’t help but smile at the sight. maybe shes not so bad after all…

“are you going to get out of the car, or are you gonna stare at my brother some more??” matt snips. “oh my god can you stop with that” i say while climbing out the car. in an instant, madi is by my side.

“Hey, y/n, its nice to meet you. you’re super pretty by the way.” she smiles warmly at me and all my weariness about her fades away. “thank you, so are you” i smile back at her. she turns to matt, who is looking off into the distance pretending to not hear about anything we’re saying. “what brings you here, tough guy?” she knew my name but she didn’t know why i was here?

“i’m looking to get rid of the mating bond between us” he gestures to me and him. madi’s eyes widen slightly. “you know that if you get rid of the bond both of you die, right?” she says questioning why he’s even trying. i spin around to matt, hurt coursing through me. “you’d rather die than be with me?”, my voice wavers with hurt and i hate it. quite frankly, i didn’t want to die either, so he didn’t just put me at risk but both of us. matt grabs my shoulders and shakes them. “relax, i’m not dying for your sorry ass.” he scoffs before turning both me and him back towards madi, “i’m just looking for a cheat code, if there is one.” he says. “i think i know what you mean” she replies and turns beckoning us to follow her into her home. we walk in and i can’t help but oggle at how nice it is. she looks back and sees my face. “you like it?” she laughs. i smile and nod, continuing to look around the house. matt places his hand on my back gently to help guide me. his touch grounds me and i suddenly feel apprehensive about losing this feeling. not him, just the feeling, you think to yourself, trying to justify your emotions

“what are you thinking about?” matts eyebrows are furrowed clearly confused on the sudden onslaught of emotions. “the telepathy shit is a real pain in my ass.” you sigh completely avoiding his question. matt chuckles, “you’re telling me.”

me, matt, and madi end up in a office type space. there’s a desk in the middle of the room and it has a large book in the middle of it. madi puts some glasses on and flicks her wrist. the book goes flying open and lands on a certain page. wow, that was so cool, you gush over her abilities. for a while, the room is completely silent as madi reads. matt grabs my hand and i feel his nervousness surge through me. i don’t know why but something in me wants to comfort him and tell him everythings going to be alright. i don’t though, because lets be honest, i have no idea.

“ahhh, okay” madi starts taking the glasses off her face. “i can take away the symptoms of the bond, like the telepathy and the-“ she clears her throat, “sexual urges” she raises her eyebrows. “andd the death by distance” my own eyebrows raise and she sighs.

“he really didn’t tell you anything did he? if you had spent even a week apart both of your bodies would secumb to the bond. without the other, the bond won’t let either exist” she says matter of factly and i note that she is really well versed in the subject. chris comes in to the office and sits awkwardly in one of the chairs, waiting for me and matt to be done so he could talk to madi.

madi isn’t quite finished telling us about her solution though. “but i can’t take away the other thing” matts grip on my hand tightens and i look up at him. “what’s she talking about??” i say softly seeing his nervous face. “if you die, i die. and your human, so your chances of dying are wayy higher.” he breathes out and an uncontrollable shiver goes through me.

“but its okay, matt, i can do a protection spell on her. nothing will harm her after that, trust me.” she says trying to ease him and i feel his nervousness let up a little. she continues, “its an incantation and i can’t do it until sunrise. its not easy but i can manage” she says confidently. “do you want me too?” she ask softly while looking at our conjoined hands. much to my disliking, matt lets go of me.

“do it.”

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[italicized-oh]

hello there~

you asked for a little prompt, so, with that Jace baccarath idea - if Jace managed to ascend instead of Porter, and Porter was for whatever reason stuck as mortal, how pissed would Porter be, and how long would it take him to get over it? Would he keep trying his plan, or would he eventually accept it?

oohohohohoo! <3 brilliant, many thanks!!! this is not an answer, per se, but i hope it satisfies nonetheless

so if porter's pissed (and i say if, because part of my jace!bacarath agenda is that porter did in fact know it was happening - but I digress), the first thing that lets him know that he has not, in fact, ascended to godhood, is the fact that Stardiamond swats his hand away.

Which, okay. He's tried to do that before. But it never works unless Porter lets it. And he didn't mean to let it this time.

But that doesn't just mean Porter hasn't ascended to godhood. Either he's very, very weak for some unknown reason, or-

He looks up at Jace, who is on his knees on the floor of the gym, fretting over Porter. Jace doesn't seem to notice that his eyes have gone solid gold, or that he's now considerably taller, or that Porter's body is actually levitating.

-or Jace has gotten very, very strong.

Porter stays still, unwilling to let go of the advantage he currently has. He catalogs the new-Jace things: gold eyes, check. Incredibly tall, check. Even weirder magic, check. Healing magic–

Healing magic?

Jace was many things, Porter knew, but he was no cleric, that’s for damn sure. What the actual–

Porter. Thank god you’re awake.

Porter winces. He’s not sure Jace notices the way his voice has shaken the entire gymnasium.

“Uh, yeah, I’m–”

Jace hugs him. Tightly. Porter feels his fourth and fifth left ribs pop.

“Ow, bloody hell, what–”

Jace pulls back immediately, blushing. In a kind of supernova-y way. Yikes.

What– are you– did I?

Porter rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Yeah, yeah, starshine, laugh it up. You got one over on ol’ Porter. Ha bloody ha.”

Jace looks confused. If you mean I survived, then I’ll have you know–

Porter turns away, attempts to gracefully roll to his feet from where he’s, you know, floating in the air. 

But he can’t. Something like gravity draws him back to Jace, who’s looking at him curiously.

What is wrong with you? For fuck’s sake, I go to all this trouble, not even a thank you, and–

The gym is rumbling. Jace is rumbling. And Porter, well. Porter is a little bit terrified. 

Porter’s never terrified.

“Oh, yeah, fuck right off, Stardiamond, don’t try your little concerned bitchy mother hen act with me. Fucking ‘trouble’ my ass, you’re a whole damn god and I’m here with two more cracked ribs than I had before I fuckin’ woke up. Piece of–”

Jace’s eyes, gold as they are, have gone wide. His hair is whipping around in some invisible breeze, and there are sparks of lightning at his fingertips.

Porter. Tell me right now what is going on or I swear I will wipe you from the earth. 

Porter swallows. Deliberately ignores the part of him that found that incredibly fucking hot. Spits in Jace’s direction. Tries to keep the venom in his voice as he snaps–

“Well, sweetcheeks, I’m pretty sure you made yourself a fucking god.”

[ronsenburg]

am I excited that capcom finally decided something related to aa4 was financially viable enough to warrant release? yes, absolutely. I love the idea that this could lead to new fans and additional, Apollo related projects. I’m excited to potentially have a physical copy of these games instead of the digital only version they released for the ds too.

… that being said, I can absolutely still be disappointed that people are acting like capcom did something monumental for Apollo’s character with a simple rebrand 🙄

[tariah23]

I can’t believe my auntie lied on me to my shitty uncle about me being disrespectful just because I told her that I didn’t like the obituary that she put together at the last minute for my cool Uncle’s funeral sjsnsms

[tonycries]

Care For You!

Synopsis. “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer” they say, right? But you don’t think they meant close enough to be in their bed.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, enemies to lovers, hate/ angry séx, spítting, light exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), mentions of kníves (Sukuna’s and Geto’s), chokíng, degradatíon, cúmplay, squírting, overstím, jealousy (Toji’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.7k

A/N. Woahhh I got carried away and this got long, HAHAH.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - F*ck the divorce! (And you)

“What were you sayin’, doll?”

Of course, the only response Toji gets is a wet, pathetic little murmur of something - maybe a curse, probably a plea for more more more-

Something that has his swollen cock twitching so wildly inside your snug cunt - barley even halfway in but still stretched so obscenely around him. Something that had him letting out a low chuckle at how fucked-out his poor wife already sounds.

“What? Can’t talk anymore?” He coos, relishing in the way your nails rake furiously down his sculpted back in reply - a warning. “Drunk on m’cock already?”

But Toji doesn’t stop, not even close. Only slamming faster, deeper into your snug cunt, quick, maddening grinds just to squeeze inside. “How cute. And you were so keen to run your mouth about divorce earlier, you little bitch.”

Fuck.

And then you spit. Hitting right there on the edge of Toji’s pissed off smirk, splattering against that little scar you loved and hated so much.

As if that wasn’t enough insult to injury, your mouth is moving so stupidly before your mind. Ignoring how your pussy was desperately sucking his throbbing cock to look him right in the eyes. Babbling out a broken, yet determined, “Fuck you.”

At this, Toji has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh. More to infuriate you than anything as he presses such a deceivingly tender little peck on your mouth. And you know it’s on purpose the way he lets your saliva smear all over both your lips.

“No.” He whispers against your lips, amused, like a little confession. “I’m fucking you.” 

God, and it works. You’re all but seething. Fighting the urge to smack his pretty face as he drags his aching cock all against your plushy walls. Back, back, back till his weeping tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance. “And m’gonna fuck all thoughts of that divorce right outta ya, doll.”

It’s all that’s said before Toji’s finally bottoming out in one, harsh thrust. Rough enough that you’re sure it’ll leave marks - his heavy balls on your ass, your ankles on his back.

Not even giving you the time to adjust - why would he? He’s got his pretty wife all splayed out and needy for him, what more could he wait for? Ramming his swollen cock into you like he hated you. Like he hated all thoughts of that stupid little idea you brought up, and was well and fully intent on fucking it out of you.

And if that wasn’t enough, he’s wrestling you to face him. Squeezing your cheeks together into such an embarrassing little pout that forces you to look into his darkened eyes. “Open that fucking mouth.”

You just hated how your jaw drops slack as if on instinct. Hated how you can do nothing but moan deliriously as he spits right into your open mouth. Hated the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, plushy walls squeezing him to insanity till you can feel the rapid bump! bump! bump! of his prominent veins. Messy. 

“I’m the only one that gets to do this.” 

God, it was too much for him too. 

“Think y’can divorce me?” He’s rutting into you so animalistically, hips stuttering and sloppy. Like he couldn’t decide between hitting that sweet spot he knew so well and abusing your poor cervix. “Think anyone else can make you get off this good?”

“I- Hngh- fuck fuck fuck, Toji-”

“Answer me.” he gasps, strained. Angry. Desperate. Breath hot against your face as he pulls and tugs on your lower lip - like a little punishment, as if his throbbing cock wasn’t enough. “Tell me. You think any other loser is gonna fuck you till they can shut up that bitchy mouth of yours?”

And God it was so maddening how he was right - how you knew no one could have you all breathless and cockdrunk like this.

But you couldn’t go down without a fight.

“M-maybe.” you spit, sounding a bit more whiny than you intended. “Maybe some other guy is gonna fuck me better, n’ have a hngh- b-bigger dick too.” 

And Toji notices - of course, he does. Because he’s reaching down to toy with your swollen clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers as if to say “Really?”

He knew you too well. Well enough that he’s only fucking you harder into the mattress, like it hurt to hear any nonsense of some other guy falling from your pretty lips. Like he was taking it out on your ravaged pussy, sliding in and out of your sloppy cunt with reckless abandon. 

“Shut up.” he groans, glancing down at how sinfully you were milking the fucking soul out of him. Hips hitting yours so bruisingly with each word- “Shut up- shut up shut, you little slut.”

“Ngh- Toji. S’too much. Sh-shit.”

“Shut up and take it.” And you can’t escape his unforgiving thrusts even if you wanted to. “No one knows this cute cunt like this. You like this.” Unable to run away with the arm around your hip, the fingers relentless on your puffy clit. “Because this sloppy pussy is mine, I’m the only one fuckin’ her like this.” Teeth latching onto any inch of skin he could reach, rock-hard cock sliding in and out in and- Like he wanted you to stay. Needed you to stay. 

“And m’gonna fuck you till there’s no divorce in that pretty lil’ mind.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Gentleman?

“You think you deserve respect?”

Whoever told you that Nanami was perfect - the epitome of a gentleman - was the biggest liar you’ve ever encountered. Because they’ve clearly never had to work together with that uptight, scrutinizing, overly-strict son of a-

“Yes, I fuckin’ deserve respect.” you spit, the words coming out a bit more breathless than you wanted. Nanami’s office desk cool against your cheek, ass grinding traitorously into his throbbing erection. “Not that you’d know anything about it.”

He’s leaning down to whisper hotly against your ear, “I do. But-” And oh Nanami’s gripping your waist like it was the only thing keeping his sanity tethered to him. Pulling your sloppy pussy closer to him. “-you really think you deserve respect even when you’re being such a slut f’me?”

And maybe you’re an idiot - maybe you’re a mastermind. 

Because in one, fluid motion you’re gripping his silk tie to pull Nanami impossibly closer. That low, throaty groan going straight to your quivering cunt as you grit out, “Yes, sir.”

Several things happen at once - the first being that you learn that Nanami’s ties are soft. Comfortable, even, as he hastily pulls off the damn things, wrapping it around your wrists. Tight. 

You gasp at the realization that you’re now bound and completely vulnerable, pinned to the desk by his weight. Exactly where he wanted you. 

“This,” he huffs, amusement bleeding into his words. “-is more like it.”

God, you hated him. You hated his rubbing up against your back through that sinfully tight shirt as he pools your sweet juices on his fat head. You hated the way he was dragging it lazily, up and down up and down. Teasing. Calculated. Watching all your cute reactions. 

Fuck, you needed him.

“Are you just fucking talk-”

You barely get to finish the sentence before he’s ramming his aching cock inside your sopping pussy. Not even moments later, as he fucks you into the desk. Like he was trying to break it. Break you. 

Hips colliding with yours over and over and over, you were only thankful that these walls were sound-proofed. Because otherwise, the entire office building would be hearing all your delirious moans. Breath ragged, mind spinning, only babbling out, “Fuck fuck fuck- s’deep. Can feel you so- hngh- good-”

“Yeah? S’good.” Nanami huffs out a laugh at how perfect you were for him. Pussy sucking him up so well that it was impossible to tear his eyes from the sinful sight. “And you still expect me to treat you like a lady?”

Making you wish more and more that the people who always tittered in the coffee room about Nanami being the “perfect gentleman” could see this right now. How he was talking to you so fucking mean and splitting you apart on his cock even meaner.

“Hah- f-fuck you.” And the only thing you can do is pull uselessly at the restraint around your wrist, knowing it’s a pathetic attempt. As if to drive the point deeper, Nanami purposefully pulls you up by the tie, using it as leverage to bounce you back into his thrusts like some fucktoy - his favorite one, of course.

You yelp at the change in angle, his swollen cock dragging so dizzyingly against all the right spots. Pounding into you, deep. Disrespectful - like he promised.

“Fuck me?” he clicks his tongue and scoffs so uncharacteristically. Then again, Nanami was always out of character with you. “Last time I checked, I-” One, harsh thrust. “-was the one fucking you. Like a slut.”

“At least this ‘slut’,” it’s hard to speak with the way he was fucking pushing into your lungs. “Can do a better job than you.” You crane your neck to glare at him as best you could. “You call this fucking?”

Then it’s like something snapped. Several somethings, in fact.

Nanami’s tie, his sanity, you by the end of this.

And before you know it, you’re on your back, splayed out sinfully on top of the desk. Nanami’s heavy cock pulling out just to throw you around how he pleased, immediately burying back into your sloppy pussy like it killed him to stay apart. 

“Little bitch. Always testin’ me.” he’s grunting, drawing urgent, frenzied little patterns on your clit - not even circles because for once in his life, Nanami was too impatient. Too depraved. “Always fuckin’ getting on my nerves with your smart mouth and-” Hips getting so filthy, a rough, maddening tandem. “Slutty lil’ skirts.”

Once he started, Nanami couldn’t stop - he couldn’t stop his movements, so desperate to get you off. And he couldn’t stop his words either.

“Wan’ed this so bad. So fucking bad.” Words slurring. Maddening - like a man possessed. “Cos’ you’re such a fucking bitch n’ I wanted to bend you over and shut you up at every meeting we had. Didn’t care for an audience.”

He’s milking himself on your dripping cunt with reckless abandon, groaning at the way you’re taking each slam of his hips so well. Bruising on your ass, your swollen clit, your mouth as Nanami hisses out little profanities into it. Like a mantra. 

“Mmpf- fuck, K-Ken. S’too much oh my god. Feels so-.”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Hey there, Mr. Nanami. M’just here to confirm that the team meeting will be here in five?” A voice, unassuming from outside the door. “Yeah. Jus’ come in then, we’ll be ready in five.” You don’t know what you’re reeling more from - the looming interruption or Nanami’s next words. Cock still unforgiving. Disrespectful. Turning to you as he whispers against your lips, “Better get done, you little slut. Before HR finds out why we have so many debriefs here.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - To kill? To ruin.

“So, you couldn’t kill me. Now what, pretty?”

Your eyes stay locked on the cult leader sat in front of you. The way his inky hair framed that relaxed smile - too relaxed. His arm bruising around your waist, tight to keep you from escaping. Long lashes fluttering so enticingly as he waited for your answer. 

Your target. 

Unfairly beautiful - even with the knife at his throat, his own just inches away from your neck. 

And you don’t know if you’re even breathing - or if he is either. Waiting to see how one word could change everything. How you’d end up killing each other, a bloodbath. Or-

Or how you’d end up spread so shamefully on Geto’s tatami floors, legs dangling off his strong shoulders. Poor pussy so bloated with his cum already. Hands scrambling to grip onto the floor - his biceps - his hair - just anything to keep yourself from losing your fucking sanity while he fucks you like he’s lost his. 

Over and over and- You’ve lost track of time now, it’s been hours, both of you barely lucid at this point. 

“Awww, what happened? Shy?” he’s tutting mockingly in your ear, acting as if you’ve got the capability to form any coherent sentences right now. “N’ you were so feisty earlier.”

“F-fuck ah- you.” you manage to choke out, teary and barely coherent with the hand wrapped around your throat. Only growing tighter with each cute lil’ whine leaving your swollen lips. 

“Ha! Guess you’re still feisty.” Geto lets out a breathy laugh, unsure where to look at - how you were staring up at him with such sultry, defiant eyes or the way your heavenly cunt was sucking him like anything but. Puffy folds bulging obscenely around him. So messy and wet, painted white with this cum. “Feisty enough to gimme another one?”

Hell, Geto doesn’t even know if he can cum again - but that sinful little pool of cum spreading on the floor makes some primal, raw part of himself think he just might will it out of himself. Or die trying. 

Messy. So messy. 

“D-die trying?” you repeat breathlessly, more to yourself than Geto. Oops- had he said that out loud? 

Oh, Geto was having way too much fun with this. Way too much fun with how you were so overstimulated and fucked dumb. Watching as you wonder how you were the one supposed to assassinate him, but might just not make it out alive yourself.  

“Mhm.” he grins, at how cockdrunk you were, squeezing your throat tighter. Blood roaring in your eyes, vision spotty now. “Die trying, or cum f’me first. Your choice.”

He’s fucking you so mean. So hard that you were sure the creases of the tatami mat would be there on your back even tomorrow. Geto’s warm cum dribbling down your legs, nothing but rough, lewd squelches from below. Sloppy and addicting. 

“I- don’t-”

“I d-don’t.” he mocks your delirious little stammers. Biting down on your neck, hard. “Shut up.” Thrusts only getting sharper, more calculated - like it personally offended him you were even able to talk this much. Hand squeezing tighter and tighter- “Jus’ cum if you wanna breathe, pretty.”

“But I don’t think I hngh- can!” you sob, nails clawing at his wrist pathetically. Vision blanking, dripping pussy only sucking him more desperately. 

And Geto really can’t help but spread your swollen folds apart with his thumb, watching the way his seed oozes out of your fluttering hole. A lewd ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips each time he fucks it deeper and deeper. Fingers barely grazing your throbbing clit, so sensitive that even that was too much. 

Cunt so embarrassingly needy that it was almost difficult for Geto to move inside you, milking his cock too well. Too overstimulated. He didn’t care of course - it just made it all the more fun - but oh it made his dick twitch so wildly inside your gummy walls. Balls squeezing painfully as he snaps his hips faster. More purposeful.

Fuck. He’s strong. 

“But-”

 “Just shut up and cum.”

And then you can’t help it - you are. 

Creaming all over Geto’s cock, his unforgiving unforgiving cock. Body moving before your mind as a hand shoots out to grab his pale neck. Dangerous. Wrapping so deliciously as you pull him down, nails digging into skin so hard it could draw blood. 

You didn’t care if you did - would’ve enjoyed it even. Enjoyed it more as you kissed him, hard. 

“Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you, I should kill you.” you wheeze into his open mouth. All tongue and tears, and thick, hot ropes of Geto’s cum. Painting your already-overfilled pussy white, like he’s cumming harder than he has his entire life. Like he hadn’t been pumping your poor cunt full of his seed all these past hours. “I should kill you.”

And you can only take it. 

Only keen at the way his nails leave neat little crescents on your neck, breath coming in short gasps. Geto pushing all the air out of your lungs with each thrust. Each ram of his thick, relentless cock. 

“Yeah. Kill me.” Smirking, voice shot and just dripping with such danger - one that didn’t bode well for your poor cunt. “But only if you aren’t able to cum f’me one more time.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “You seriously like this?”

Those were the first words out of your mouth - bewildered ones, at that. 

Because, sat on top of the fidgeting special grade, pinning him to the ground with your weight, the last thing you expected was to feel his achingly hard erection. Already so damp, and hot against your ass - drawing a sinful little hiss from Choso’s pretty lips as you grinded experimentally against it. 

He liked this.

And you did, too. 

And you certainly didn’t expect to find yourself mere moments later, panties just pushed to the side so you can be split apart on his aching cock. Hands gripping his chest, your hips rocking down against his like such a slut.

“H-hah- fuck fuck fuck, you’re so fucking messy, baby.” Choso lets out a guttural groan, jaw dropping into a soft little oh! at the heavenly sight of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt. In and out in and out in and-

Cunt clenching at how beautiful he was underneath you - cheeks flushed, dark hair undone, sticking to his forehead as Choso bucks his hips wildly to meet yours. Absolutely wrecked. “Yeah? Look who’s ngh- talking.” you smirk. 

“F-fuck you.”

“Oh?” you taunt. “Last time I checked, I’m hah- the one riding you.”

At your words, he’s huffing softly - so different from how he fucking up into your ravaged cunt a jagged, sharp thrust. Eyes twinkling at the way he knocks all the air out of your lungs with the sheer stretch. Somehow, you have a distinct feeling that if this was his way to shut you up then you really didn’t mind.

“So what?” he spits. Fingers reaching across to roll against your throbbing clit, over and over in hasty little circles. “So what if you’re riding me like a cute lil’ whore? I’m the one oh fuck- messing up your insides.”

And then he’s bucking his wildly up into yours like he’s trying to prove something. Toned pelvis bruising on your own, breath ragged and you’re wondering whether Choso can even remember to breathe. Too focused on marking you up from the inside, feeling the way your plushy cunt squeezes and milks him dry. 

“I could f-flip us over so ngh- fucking easily.” he grunts, breathing ragged. “Take over s-so easily. Take this pretty pussy all I want. But no, y’look too pretty like this, baby.” 

You knew he could. Without even breaking a sweat, in fact, if his iron-hold grip on your hips told you anything. 

Strong - he was so strong. 

“Then why- ah! don’t you?”

You had half the mind to wonder whether Choso let you pin him down just because he wanted to- but you don’t get to ponder about it for too long. Because no sooner has the thought entered your mind before he’s running his mouth. 

“Shit, because I could cum from jus’ this sight.” Talking, like he couldn’t stop. In awe. “Oh? You hah- like being praised, no? Can feel you squeezing the fuckin’ life outta me. Hell, I can ngh- see you.”

And God, it’s so embarrassing the way he could read you so well. Immediately babbling out little praises about how good your gummy walls felt and how pretty you were. How he didn’t give a fuck if this was breaching your regulations as a sorcerer, he could do this forever and ever and-

“Shit!” it’s all you can do to keen and buck desperately as he easily finds that one spot that has you seeing stars. Alternating between hitting that spot with each and every rough thrust, and toying with your swollen clit. “Shut up- shut up shut up-”

You didn’t want him to - and Choso knew that, of course.

He chuckles, “Aww, shy, baby? You don’t have to be.” 

“Fuck you,” you manage to grit out, despite your burning face. Your steadily dwindling sanity. “M’not shy”

He gives your ass a quick smack! before speeding up. You shiver and he thinks you look so pretty, gasping for air as he pushes into your lungs. So pretty that Choso can’t help but pull you into a kiss. 

“Then just let me ruin you. Please, wan’ it so bad. So badly, fuck-” Relentless - barely even a kiss, like he was continuing the fight from before. Teeth and desperation and cries of the other’s name. Looping an arm around your waist to keep you from running - because this might just be the only fight you didn’t want to escape from. “Fuckin’ use me. Just use me.”

It’s like magnetism, not even a hair’s breadth between you two. You don’t know who’s getting filthier - you or Choso. Your hips are stuttering and sloppy, and so are his own. 

Nails raking down his chest, leaving deep, red marks. And he’s marking you in his own way - a little revenge - sharp canines biting down your neck. Intoxicating. Both of you barely even lucid as you chase the other’s high, trying to get them to break first. 

This fight, however, you lose.

Because it only takes one, two harsh thrusts before you’re covering Choso in all your sweet sweet juices. The realization that he looks so pretty with your slick glistening on his abs hitting you before the fact that you squirted. Covering him, dripping off his milky skin. So fucking filthy that it made you feel so sinfully dirty to do something like this on a mission.

And you still are - using him over and over to chase peak after peak on his cock. His thick, relentless cock. One that only twitches dangerously at the sight, a fucked-out little giggle leaving him. 

“Got hngh- o-one win under my belt. Shit, yer’ so pretty, now show me what you can do, lil’ sorcerer.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Unforgiving

“Why should I?” You blink up tearily at the towering monster in front of you - or rather, your king, you should say. Big arms crossed, bare legs spread, his cock buried deep in your dripping pussy, so so hard and angry even after all these hours. Unmoving. “I’m not a toy.”

Not that he’d ever be the king of you. 

But it’s times like this - when he’s looking at you like you’re more a plaything than human, cum dribbling down your legs, poor cunt so overfilled, - is when you think, shit, you might just not make it out alive.

Sukuna grins, “It’s either you do it yourself or nothing. M’not gonna help such a disobedient slut.” 

The only response you give him is such a heated glare, one that does nothing but make his smirk grow wider - cock twitching so ferally inside you. Teasing you for so long before telling you to do it yourself. He liked this.

“Oh but,” he pauses. Looking you right in the eyes as he spits on your pussy once. Twice. Adding to the mess of cum and slick down below, barely giving a fuck about the expensive sheets.

And you didn’t want to like it - you refused to like it. But shit, the way Sukuna smeared his saliva all over your sloppy pussy, stuffed and bulging around his thick cock, had you squirming like such a slut. “I’ll give ya a little help.”

Yeah, he liked this. Loved it, even.

Loved this familiar little song and dance - the way his prettiest lil’ consort was more bark than bite, snapping at him. But so so pliant when you’re split apart on his massive cock, jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head, cunt sucking him up so maddeningly good. Needy for more of his cum. Loved how you don’t even register it - the way you’re grinding and dragging your pussy on his dick. Deeper. Harder. 

Loved how your eyes snap open when you realize, giving him that beautiful stare that told him to “fuck off” a thousand times over.

“Awww, n’ you were having so much fun.” he coos, shutting up whatever insult was on the tip of your tongue with a quick smack! to your ass. “Time f’me to teach you a lil’ lesson, brat.”

And then he’s pounding into you like a madman - heavy balls smacking your skin. Wrapping his big arms around your waist to keep you still, because God he was so mean. So rough. Enough to bruise.

Warm, you were already so warm with his seed, the feeling so addictive that Sukuna can’t help but fuck it deeper and deeper into you. Wanting - needing - nothing more than to give you more. 

“Fuck you.” Is all you can manage to get out. Sukuna’s swollen cock too big, the stretch too sinful, his hips so unforgiving. He always made you feel like such a cumslut. “I d-don’t need to hngh- be taught anything.” 

It’s all that takes for his hands to wrap around your throat, like something snapped. Fingernails sharp, right over your racing pulse. He could kill you. And oh it was like you were asking for it, too - but he wouldn’t. Can’t. Instead crashing his lips onto yours, shutting you up before you dug your grave even deeper.

“So mouthy. Such a shame this heavenly pussy is on such a fucking bitch.” he nips at your bottom lip, teasing. Dangerous. “I should kill you right now for your disrespect.” Suddenly so much meaner with his thrusts, so calculated and controlled. Bucking his hips up wildly to hit that one spot he knew too well. Over and over and- “But I won’t.”

Shing! 

You never dared to come to the king’s chambers unprepared, of course.

“Then I will.” you held that sharpened comb to his neck. Sharp, digging ever-so-slightly into this skin. Pathetic in comparison to his nails, you knew, but something - anything - to keep this monster in check. 

But Sukuna saw - he saw that little wobble in your lips, the way your hands falter minutely when he laughs. Laughs like he didn’t have an impromptu knife to his neck right now, like this cute lil’ human wasn’t the first one in eons to pose a threat to his life. 

Because he knew.

He could feel it - the way your dripping cunt squeezing his achig cock, rocking to meet his merciless cadence. Eyes glassy, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth, so fucking needy and on the edge. And he wondered if you knew - what a perfect little slut you were being for him. Exactly what he’s been looking for. 

“Oh shut up.” Sukuna murmurs, hot against ear. “You can’t kill me, you pathetic little human.”

“I can.”

And because you don’t know what’s good for you, you’re holding the knife tighter to his neck, wondering how the hell you haven’t drawn blood yet. Close. Just one flick of the wrist. So close.

His fingers snake down to your swollen clit, pressing down. Hard. 

“Stop actin’ up n’ just cum f’me.”

And it was so embarrassing. Embarrassing the way he couldn’t bat a lash at your pathetic attempt to take down the king of curses. Embarrassing how that’s all it takes for you to see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears as you cum so desperately around his cock. 

You all but scream Sukuna’s name - just a strangled, breathy mess of moans and tears. So fucking overstimulated that it hurt so good. 

Sukuna wasn’t any better - though, he’d never admit it. But you were so pretty for him, all teary whines and your tight pussy trying so greedily to milk the soul out of him, that he just can’t help but cum. 

“Fuck fuck fuck. Take it.” Balls squeezing painfully, dick twitching wildly. Again and again, sloppily pumping thick, hot ropes into your quivering pussy. “You don’t fuckin’ deserve it- but hah- take it-”

And you’re so cockdrunk and dizzy with the feeling of him filling you up - dripping down your legs, pooling in a sinful little patch underneath you - that you barely even feel the nails tightening around your throat. Knife knocked to the ground. Though, you think you’re so delirious that you might not have minded either way.

“Tried to kill your lord, huh?” Sharp. Dangerous. “I think you need more than jus’ one lesson, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Liar liar

Now, Gojo loved your smart mouth. 

Ever since those glory days from high school - he always has. He loved how it was always ready with a bitchy comment about his blindfold and an even bitchier smirk afterward. Always so hot-headed, always so fucking gorgeous. 

But Gojo loved your mouth even more when it was just inches away from his, telling him to just shut the fuck up before “Yaga hears and realizes that two of his teachers have gone missing.”

Oh, you looked so pretty for him all splayed out over your desk, papers askew, office door just closed - but not locked. Your pretty cunt so messy and just dripping through your panties already. He just couldn’t help but tease you a little bit. 

“Does it matter?” he hums, pulling the drenched fabric aside just enough to drag his leaking tip up and down your puffy cunt. Barely teasing your sloppy slit. Hands just everywhere, goosebumps racing down where your skirt was flipped up.

“Of course it fucking-”

“Ah ah.” he interrupts your little rant. Breath hot against your mouth, “Someone might hear.”

God you could fucking smack him right now - not that it would be of any use, of course, with limitless. But you had a nagging little feeling that Gojo would turn it off for the moment, just to feel that cute smack against his face anyway. “Fuck you, Satoru.”

Instead, you’re crashing your lips onto his. So filthy with the way it’s just a mess of teeth and saliva - seething. Barely even noticing the way you’re pulling his angry, throbbing cock closer, heels digging into his slutty waist. 

“You’re all big talk but you’re just a-” he’s reeling his hips back, so filthy on purpose with the way he’s letting his weeping head smear precum all over your hips. “-desperate little-” Fat cock surging forward to stretch at your swollen folds. “-slut.”

“Fuck off.”

“No, m’fucking you.”

Nothing more is said before Gojo’s bullying his massive cock into your tight pussy. Head falling into the crook of your neck with a low groan as he ruts into you in jagged, tight little thrusts.

Like he wanted to tear you apart. Like he was holding back. 

“F-fuck. M’not a fucking-” you moan at the burning stretch. So delicious with the way he was drawing quick, methodical little circles on  your throbbing clit. “Slut.”

Because of course you couldn’t keep your mouth shut - not even when Gojo was fucking you dumb on his cock. 

And it’s all you can do to just sit there and take it as he thrusts his hips harder. It almost felt like he’d deemed you unworthy of allowing you to adjust. Hands locking around your hips to sit you all pretty on the desk while he slides his cock in and out in and out in and-

“Fucking liar.” 

“Wh-what?”

“This one-” Gojo draws his hand back ever-so-slightly from your poor, abused clit. Palm facing your sloppy pussy like he was going to-

Smack!

“-is honest with me.”

You don’t even know if you’re in the proper state of mind to respond to that - and you don’t even want to try. To embarrass yourself. As if the way you were letting out strangled gasps of Gojo’s name, hips bucking wildly, wasn’t pathetic enough. 

“God, you love this, huh?” he’s panting, like the way your gummy walls were squeezing the ever-loving life out of his thick cock had broken open some dam. “Shit. Do you even realize how much you love this?” he glances down at your messy pussy. Your sweet sweet juices smearing and spreading in a lewd little pool on the table below. “Sweetheart, you’re just drooling everywhere.”

And as if that wasn’t unfair enough, Gojo goes suspiciously quiet for a beat. One. Two. 

Before spitting a steady stream of saliva to the mess down below, awestruck at the way your cunt clenches and quivers like such a slut. 

“Hngh- oh my god. T-Toru. Fuck!”

“See? Ya love it.” he’s speeding up. And you don’t know what’s more erratic - his fingers on your swollen cunt, so frenzied they were like a blur, or his hips. Leaving marks with how mean he was being. Merciless. Fucking merciless. Massaging all the right spots inside, no reason or rhyme. “Fucking liar, so pretty takin’ all of me. Can’t even handle me properly.” Running on just the thought of you and getting you off and you you you-

Smack!

“Did ya know you try to squeeze the soul out of me every time I smack this cute lil’ pussy?” he chuckles, the complete opposite of how his cock was so mean. “She can’t get enough of me. Really love this cock, huh?”

You grit out, “I fuckin’ hate you-”

And as if to prove something, he’s giving your swollen pussy another smack! Right over where your clit was so pulsing and angry. White-hot shocks of pleasure going all the way from Gojo’s fingertips to your hazy mind. 

“She might just love me as much as you do.”

And when you cum, you’re cumming so hard you didn’t know whether you’d make it out alive. Riding your high on Gojo’s unforgiving cock. Wave after wave that have you so cockdrunk and delirious that you’re worried that someone could-

Click! “Is anyone-”

Your back hits the mattress before you can react - before you even think to wonder what the fuck just happened. Before the smell of pine and candy hits your senses and it hits you that shit those navy blankets look too familiar. 

“Satoru…” you glance up from Gojo’s bed at the man himself looming over you. Cock still buried so deep in your cunt, rocking so hard into you that the mattress creaks in protest. You can barely choke out, “D-did you just hah- teleport us-”

“Yeah.” he sounded so infuriatingly smug. “Decided m’not letting you go till you start being as honest as this cute pussy.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[tojisun]

simon grunts, his chest heaving as he palms at his chub, tracing the twitching muscle of his cock and letting out a hiss at the muted pleasure that razes through him. he shivers at the heated look you give him, your pretty eyes awash with desire, scalding as it trails down the lines of his bulk until it settles on his flesh.

“ah,” you whisper and simon nearly moans at the awe in your voice.

“s’right, baby,” he says, feeling the way he pulses underneath his low-hanging sweats. “s’all f’r you.”

there is a whine that drags itself from the base of your throat, so primal in the way it scratches your vocal cords, and simon has to fist his cock to stop himself from rutting against his palm.

“i can’t,” you whine, pouting, your eyes still trained on his groin. “‘m gonna be late for work.”

“please,” he croaks out, breathless himself. “how about jus’ the tip, love? jus’ give daddy a taste of you ‘round me, yeah?”

simon knows it is playing dirty to pull this card on you—to exploit your one weakness—but simon’s guilt is tucked underneath his stretching need, the desire bloating as it leaks past his rationality, leaving him with thinning restraints.

your sharp inhale is all the answer he needs.

he bites the inside of his cheek to tamp down the smirk dancing to the corners of his lips.

“okay,” you reply, tentative and quiet. “but just the tip, you promise?”

“swear,” simon murmurs.

like a goddamn liar.

he relishes in the squeals dripping from your parted lips, only for them to be muffled into your pillow.

he’s got you on your knees, your front all but pressed flat on the bed, your arms having lost the energy to keep yourself up as simon fucks you from the back. he’s got fistfuls of your ass, using them as sweet, sweet leverage as he manhandles your body back to his cock.

“so good f’r daddy, sweet’art,” he rumbles, his voice so deep it even sounds foreign to him. “so, so fuckin’ good, love.”

he punctuates his words with hard thrusts; drawing his cock out slowly, deliberately torturous so he can watch the way your hole grips at his cock, not wanting to let him go, before punching it back in. he doesn’t stop and keeps pushing his cock past the gummy press of your walls until his hips are pressed flush to the fat of your ass.

then, he repeats the process—sharp snaps of his hips leaving you twitching, and simon watches with a crazed giddiness as your hands uselessly scratch at the sheets as though that could tether you.

he bends forward, his bulk covering your trembling body. “such a cute darlin’ for me, lovie.” he ruts his cock along a particular sweet spot. “say ‘thank you’ to daddy?”

he hears a warbled reply from where your head is pressed to your pillow.

“hmm? wha’s ‘at?”

simon cups a hand on your forehead and carefully pulls, tipping your head up just enough that he can hear you.

he hears a hiccuped sob, then, “than’ you, daddy.”

simon giggles and presses a kiss on the back of your head. “what a good doll y’are.”

something about that makes your body tremble, spasming in his hold, and simon watches with awe as your toes curl, before he has to let go of you at the sudden tightening of your walls. his eyes go white, his ears ringing with a sharp static.

he feels so, so overwhelmed at the expanding euphoria that washes over him, lapping at the synapses from the back of his skull to the cavity of his ribs.

“you came,” simon mutters in awe, his voice passing through his teeth like a gritted hiss. “christ, lovie-”

-

[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

Masterlist

[kissitbttr]

flashing simon your titties in the middle of an argument

it’s the fourth time this week and he’s pretty much getting sick of your attitude.

whether it’s about the messy drawers, forgotten keys, not getting your fresh strawberries from the market and now, it’s about the new female recruit that seems to be enjoying flirting with your boyfriend and him not doing anything about it. of course you’re pissed! you’re allowed to.

“sweetheart” simon huffs out a sigh of annoyance, rubbing his hands all over his tired face. “for the fifth time… i wasn’t flirting with her”

a scoff escape your mouth. cocking one eyebrow while your arms are crossed over your chest. “i didn’t say you were. i said that bitch had her hands all over you and you didn’t do anything! she was batting her fake ass lashes at you too. jesus, her ass should got beat for that”

the sight of you getting pretty heated almost turned him on. almost. sure, you’re hot when you’re angry and usually he’d fuck you dumb to get that out of your system but this time? he’s far too exhausted.

“fuckin’ hell” he shakes his head in disbelief. “you know that’s not what happened. we were just talking.”

“i know what i saw-“

“don’t give me that!” simon exclaims, pointing his finger at you as he watches you give him a look of ‘oh you did not just do that’. “we were basically just talking, she was the new recruit. asking me about pointers.. and it was at the gala! what did you expect me to do?!”

you shrug casually, leaning against the kitchen counter. “poke her eyes with a fork”

“my god-“ he has to cut himself off before releasing a heavy sigh. eyes shutting briefly, head tilts to the back as he silently prays to whoever up there to give him enough strength to deal with you. “that would be illegal.”

“for you, maybe. i’d do it if you weren’t in my way.”

“that’s crazy” he answers, earning a look from you. “i didn’t say you are crazy! christ, woman!”

rolling your eyes, you huff. maybe you are overreacting but the thing is? you don’t want him to win. because in your head, you’re always right.

“so, what? you’re just going to let other female recruits feel you up too, huh? grab your biceps, twirl their hair when they look at you or maybe hey! you’d let them grab your dick too.”

“you’re unbelievable”

“me?! you are—“

“no! okay, you know what?! doll, i love you... i do so please never doubt me, yeah? but you can’t keep doing this, alright?! it’s not healthy! and if you—w-wait, what are you doing? wha-“

you lift your shirt up to flash him your naked breasts so he can shut up. and it worked. obviously. now, his eyes aren’t even looking at you but at his second favorite thing—after you— your lips stretch into a smirk when you see him freeze. jaw hanging open slightly.

“a-and you c-can’t” he gulps, becoming a stuttering mess as he struggles to maintain an eye contact. “c-can’t—like—just—fuck! this is unfair! what was i saying?!”

oh yeah, now you’re taking the W

-

did this once with my ex and got fucked lol