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STUCK WITH YOU / AKI H.

SYNOPSIS: Aki learns that he’s allowed to be cared for too.

PAIRING: sub!aki x dom!reader (gn)

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+, sexual content, light dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, fluff

Aki Hayakawa likes you.

A lot.

Which is unfortunate for him, really, because it means he ends up liking everything you do, no matter how embarrassing, indulgent, or unusually soft it is. Worse still, he lets you do whatever you want to him, and you take full advantage of that. Lucky for him, you’re nothing short of loving. 

Aki’s not used to being pampered. He’s spent so long with his guard up, tending to chaos (Denji and Power) that being cared for feels a little strange. He wonders if he’s being a burden, if he even deserves this. 

“What’cha thinking about, pretty boy?” You press a soft kiss to his bare thigh, and he can feel your smile, making his stomach flutter. 

Aki’s ears burn red. He looks away, eyelashes fanning low. “Nothing much.”

You kiss higher, trailing closer until your lips graze the base of his cock. He shudders as you press a kiss there.

“You always say that,” you murmur. “You’re a terrible liar.”

He swallows hard, trying to keep his composure. You’re right. He’s never been good at hiding how he feels around. Aki’s fingers twitch beside him, unsure of what to hold on to—your wrist, your hair, the sheets. Eventually, he settles for your face, brushing his hand over your cheek.

“I’m just…not used to this,” he admits quietly. “You. Being good to me.”

You meet his eyes, and your expression softens. You prop yourself up to press a kiss to his lips, his hand immediately reaching up to rest at your jaw.

 “You better get used to it,” you whisper as you pull back, brushing your thumb over his lower lip. “You’re stuck with me for a while.”

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★ satoru x sub afab reader (gn) , cw: 18+, explicit sexual content, oral sex, first time, praise, insecure!reader

thinking about how satoru would be the sweetest, most patient you'll ever see this man be during your first time. given that satoru has had multiple serious relationships in the past, and even more one-night stands, it’s not hard to feel a little inadequate as you bare yourself to him for the first time. “can i see you?” he asks gently, voice low and sweet as he settles beside you. “please, baby?”

you hesitate, back sinking deeper into the pillows he’s arranged earlier, the ones he fluffed and stacked just right for you. your legs stay crossed to hide your ass, hands curled protectively over your cunt. you can’t even meet his eyes, shame crawling under your skin. you suddenly feel vulnerable in a way you weren’t expecting, like maybe he’ll look at you and realize he’s made a mistake.

satoru’s eyes soften, not a trace of disappointment on his face when you finally glance at him. he leans forward, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second. “it's okay. you can always change your mind, yeah? i’ll always wait for you.”

you nod, still not sure of what to say or do. but then the words start to come, telling him that you’re scared you might not be enough for him. satoru blinks, then lets out a soft, almost incredulous laugh. “god, you're adorable,” he giggles, eyes crinkling in that sweet way you love. “you’re sitting here thinking i wouldn’t want you?”

satoru kisses you before you can say anything else, his hand gently cupping your jaw. “i love you,” he whispers, “just you. you don’t have to do anything or be anything for me to want you.” and then he smirks, “i’d still love you even if you were a goddamn worm. a big slimy one, just so we’re clear.”

you laugh softly, swiping the back of your hand under your eyes, catching the tears that haven’t fallen yet. “i think i want to try again.”

“you sure?” he asks, and the way he says it carefully makes your heart ache a little.

you nod, more certain this time. “i want to.”

your hands lift slowly, easing your arms away from your body. you shift, uncrossing your legs, and show yourself to him fully. satoru coos as his eyes drop to your cunt, folds slick and shining in the soft light. “oh, baby,” he sighs, the corners of his mouth tugging upward. “fuck, you’re adorable, look at how wet you are already…”

satoru shifts closer, one hand brushing your thigh. “can i touch you?” 

you nod. “please, ‘toru.”

his touch is gentle when he settles himself between your legs, gently guiding them over his shoulders. you look away, embarrassed, heart pounding as your cunt throbs painfully and clenches around nothing. satoru’s thumb strokes lightly over your folds, spreading your slick from top to bottom. then he leans in, pressing a wet kiss against your clit, tongue flicking out to taste you. a moan slips out of you before you can even stop it, toes curling from the vibration as satoru hums against you. mouth still pressed to your cunt, he reaches for the bottle of lube, fumbling it open with one hand and slicking up his hand generously. he brings one slick finger to drag carefully through your folds. “you’re doing so good, baby,” he groans, releasing himself from your cunt, a string of his saliva and your slick connecting his lips to your pussy. “making such pretty sounds all for me, right?”

and honestly, by the time he adds a second finger, you'd already forgotten whatever it was you were so worried about in the first place.

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JOYRIDE / SATORU G.

SYNOPSIS: Satoru hates it when you never let him finish what he starts.

PAIRING: subtop!gojo x dom!reader (gn)

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+, explicit sexual content, semi-public, light dom/sub dynamics, oral fixation, dirty talk, begging

“Satoru—Mmfnh—!” You groan against his lips, one hand flying up to grip the headrest, the other tangling tightly in his hair as you yank him back with a sharp tug.

He yelps, mouth parting from yours with a wet sound. His lips are swollen and slick from how messily he’s been devouring your mouth for the past two minutes, cheeks flushed and half-lidded eyes fixed hungrily on you. Satoru watches impatiently as your chest heaves with every breath, head tipping back slightly as you struggle to steady yourself.

“Holy fuck—Wait,” you pant, eyes fluttering closed for a second. “You’re a fucking animal, Satoru.”

Your boyfriend only grins, already leaning in to mouth at the curve of your jaw, teeth grazing your skin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmurs, voice low and smug as his arms tighten around your waist. Satoru shifts beneath you in the cramped passenger seat, guiding you more firmly into his lap until you’re straddling him completely, knees bracketing his hips.

He presses a soft kiss on your cheek, then another to the corner of your mouth. “M’sorry,” he pouts, voice dropping into that boyish tone he always uses when he wants something. “Can I kiss you again?”

You roll your eyes, but your fingers are already threading into his hair, dragging your nails lightly over the back of his neck. “C’mere, big boy,” you whisper, crashing your mouth back onto his.

This time, the kiss is deeper. Satoru’s hot tongue slips into your mouth as his hands slip beneath your shirt, calloused palms dragging against your waist. You grind down into his lap, feeling the hard outline of his cock beneath his jeans, and moan into his mouth at the friction.

“God, you’re insatiable,” you breathe against his mouth, hips rolling as you rut against him.

“Only for you,” he groans, hips snapping up to meet yours. One of his large hands slides down to grab your ass, kneading one side while his other hand grabs your wrist, guiding your hand to the buckle of his belt. “Take it off for me?”

You let out a quiet snort, fingers making quick work of his belt. “Cheesy fuck.”

“Mean,” he sighs, but the whine that escapes him when you finally undo his belt and zipper is anything but innocent.

His cock springs free, hard and already leaking, and you waste no time wrapping your fingers around it. Your touch is slow, dragging along his length in short, teasing strokes that make his thighs twitch beneath you.

“Well, look at you,” you purr. “This hard already, Satoru?”

He nods quickly, biting down on his lower lip in a poor attempt to muffle his whine. “Y-yeah,” he chokes out, voice cracking as you swipe your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, smearing the precum gathered there.

Satoru's hips jerk helplessly into your hand while your lips brush against the heated skin of his throat, relishing the way he whimpers and moans for you.

“Feeling good?” You smile against his neck.

“Uh-huh,” he stammers, white lashes wet and fluttering rapidly. “Faster, oh fuck, please—”

Satoru lets out a breathy moan when you oblige, your hand pumping him faster, slick fingers sliding easily thanks to the copious amount of precum he's leaking. His cock is a mess, filthy squelching sounds filling his car. Satoru’s head drops heavily onto your shoulder, mouth hanging open and eyes glossy with pleasure. "Oh, baby, it feels so fucking good.”

You hum wordlessly, grinding your own heat against his thigh with need.

“Wan’ you to ride me,” he moans, biting his lip hard when you squeeze him deliciously in your hand. “Please? Wanna put it inside so bad.”

"Not now, ‘Toru,” you murmur, stroking him steadily.

His head lifts from your shoulder in an instant, eyes wide and pleading like a puppy. “Why not? You wanna stop?”

"No," you answer, pumping him harder, coaxing him closer to his orgasm. “But it’s late.”

Satoru makes a pathetic sound, burying his face against your shoulder as his thighs shake. A strangled moan escapes him as a load of hot, thick cum spurt from his cock, slick and warm over your palm.

“Hate you,” he mumbles weakly, breath shaky from cumming. He shakes his head, his hair tickling your neck. "Hate you, hate you, hate you."

You laugh, lifting his head just enough to pinch his nose with your clean hand. “Yeah right, Satoru.”

Slowly, you raise your cum-slick fingers to his lips. “Now c’mon—Clean your mess up. I gotta go.”

Satoru parts his mouth without hesitation, tongue flicking out to taste himself on your fingers. His eyes flutter shut as he groans around your digits, sucking your fingers in one by one. His cock twitches again. “You’re ridiculous.”

He hums around your fingers before pulling back with a wet pop. “You started it!” He grumbles.

“No, you started it,” you reply, turning around awkwardly to reach over for a napkin in the glovebox to wipe your hand clean. Satoru leans back against the seat, looking utterly defeated. “You’re not really leaving, are you?” He asks.

You glance at him, hand lingering on the door handle. “Yes, I am.”

“But it’s late,” he repeats, mimicking your voice. “You should stay. For safety reasons.”

You shut him up, leaning in for one last kiss. “Drive home safe, 'Toru,” you whisper against his lips. You pinch his cheeks affectionately. “And put your dick back in your pants.”

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i could fuck a thunderstorm if i really put my mind to it

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Post-theater thoughts:

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AFTERNOON ACTIVITIES / SATORU G.

SYPNOSIS: Satoru knows better than to make a bet with you, because if there's one thing he's learned in your relationship, it's that you don't lose.

PAIRING: subtop!gojo x bottom!reader (gn)

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+, light dom/sub dynamics, clingy!satoru

Satoru can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. So when he smugly bet you a hundred bucks that he could go the entire day without touching you, you weren’t the least bit surprised.

You were even less surprised when he barely made it past lunch.

“Nngh…Unfair…” He groans into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as his hips rock into you with ease. 

“Unfair?” You pant, gasping as the head of his cock grazes that devastating spot inside you. Your back arches instinctively, legs tightening around his waist. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who made the bet.”

Satoru lifts his head, face flushed and lips parted, strands of white hair falling across his forehead. His eyes are glassy, tears threatening to spill out at any moment.

“Yeah, well,” he mutters, pouting like a petulant child. “I wouldn’t have said anything if you hadn’t called me clingy.”

He glances down between your bodies as he pulls out slowly, groaning when your walls tighten around him like they’re begging him not to leave. “If anything,” he breathes, sliding back in with a sharp thrust that makes your nails dig into his back. “You’re the clingy one.”

The angle of his hips sends a jolt of pleasure straight through your spine. “Ah—fuck,” you moan, clinging onto him tighter. He smirks slightly, clearly pleased with himself. You manage to gather enough breath to brush his hair out of his face and raise an eyebrow.

“You really couldn’t last a whole day without sex, huh?” You tease. “You’re just a desperate little sex addict.”

Satoru shakes his head, not even bothering to deny it properly. Instead, he buries his face back into your neck and starts leaving open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

“No…” He whispers between kisses, voice rough and muffled. “I just love you so much, that’s all…”

You glance down at him, unimpressed. He’s ridiculous, he’s needy, he’s got no self-control—but he’s yours. And when he looks up at you, face flushed and eyes full of nothing but adoration, you can’t help but lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.

“You owe me a hundred bucks, pretty boy.”

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I've seen a lot of ff writers apologize for their fic being "self-indulgent" which baffles me cause like is that not the entire concept of fanfiction?????

SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS, "FANFICTION IS SUPPOSED TO BE SELF-INDULGENT"

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Homie I don't know if you've considered writing a part 2 for the incel Gyutaro modern! Au scenario cause it legit rewired something in my brain ajskaj 🤒💕- he's like a weird bug that's fun to poke and watch em S Q U I R M ah, I love it.

Like I can see later on y/n has an indirect impact on him even though it's a casual thing- like, telling him his cum taste bitter af and it convinces him to eat better if it means he'll keep getting head (toss in more regular showers in there now that I think about it) . Would also wonder how his sis would react to them hanging out-? 🤔

If it's not in your plans that's alright- either way, it gave me the strength to write for him and I am thankful for the food 🛐

Guess what this post is!!!! I was saving this ask so I could post part 2 with it or whateverrrr. I'm so giggle that so many people are interacting with that post, I didn't expect it to get such good reception!!

Also also, I do plan to write about how this Gyutaro definitely still raised his sister and is a bang up brother in spite of these mentalities he has! I have another ask that wants me to elaborate, and I'm planning on just making a big headcanon thing for him!!

PART ONE <-

CW// FEM READER// AFAB// BREASTED / Dub-con/Non-con (Gyutaro does something sexual under the guise he'll get laid, undiscussed BDSM dynamic)/ Panic Attack/ Vomit (not in a sex way) / Piss (kinda in a sex way)/ Sexism/ Incel mentalities/ Toxic Masculinity / Forced Bisexuality / BDSM dynamics / I say 'skullfuck' at one point / Gyutaro is reffered to as a toilet.

-Incel!Gyutaro's eyes had never even grazed a real dance floor, but there he was, at the big name club you'd dropped the location of 30 minutes ago. He'd hopped on his bike and sped there in what could only be called desperation.

-There wasn't a wait like in the movies. Not a big long line, and they let him in in his baggy jeans and stupid fucking Nietzsche shirt. He hadn't even realized he'd brought his bike helmet in until he was tossing it between his shaking, filthy hands.

-There were so many people. All of them taking their sweet time to gawk at his height and face. This was why he didn't leave the dorm. That and the abhorrent, terminally 2011 music.

-The photo had pissed him off. Bad. He'd come with the intention of a rematch (in your honor or whatever, he's not cringe enough to say that, though) and he planned to leave with you clinging to him like you were supposed to be.

-and obviously you were because there you were, hanging off Tengen Uzui's naturally bulging muscles with those 3 other mindless sluts. Not giving a fuck in the world about him or that skanky photo you sent.

-You were hard to spot in your slut disguise.

-You looked like every other girl there, and that pissed him off even worse, in a way. He had deluded himself into thinking you were good. Into thinking you were different from other females because you knew the bands and the movies, and you agreed when he implied that genetically you were just dumber-

-'Gyutaro!' You'd screech out as you locked eyes with the man. In the dark of the club, with the neon purple strobing over him, he looked almost daunting. With his helmet on one hip, and phone dangling from his other hand, Gyutaro had something similar to a western charm.

-You'd pop off of Tengen, who would only lift his head up to register the man, and then turn back to his girlfriends.

-The whole reason for their fight had been rather trivial, Gyutaro assumed, but, despite his lax appearance, Tengen did everything in his power not to smash the man's own helmet back over his head.

-He feared, along with Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru, for your safety as you barreled into the man.

-You'd run into them with a new found confidence that night. After leaving Gyutaro in his sorry state, bounding up to the three women was far less intimidating. Almost like you shared a comraderie with them-

-and you had! The three were incredibly nice and immediately ushered you to Tengen where you all began to get a long in a picturesque fashion.

-You looked good. Hanging onto his arm with the other women felt good- You just had to take a photo.

-Gyutaro was going to panic. Tengen Uzui didn't scare him anymore, but that immediate jump from Tengen's arms to his, he didn't know how to satisfy that expectation.

-Of course he was better than Tengen- but on a "purely physical" level, he knew he would never have the stamina or prowess to conquer the bodies of three women at once.

-Especially not when he couldn't even fathom conquering you.

-'Ah, is this who you were talking about?' Tengen asked. You laughed in response, nodding with verve. Your body was beginning to shift against him- fuck-

-'Mhm, Gyutaro's my best friend.' You slurred, and it occurred to Gyutaro then, that you might be slighty inebriated. God, Tengen had an awful effect on you.

-His heart thudded at the words 'best friend' Despite your light and teasing cadence, were you friendzoning him? Would you just fuck any friend you had? Not that you fucked him- but you totally fucked him-

-'Oh?' Tengen sang in that stupid fucking tone that made Gyutaro want to rip off that girly fucking headband he wore. 'Have you slept with him?'

-Makio slapped Tengen's shoulder.

-'No, no- Not yet.' Gyutaro was panicking, now. Yet? Yet? You were planning to fuck hi-

-'Be careful.' Tengen sang. And that should've been the end of his thought, but maybe the drink he had was doing more than he expected, because Tengen couldn't fight the grin nor the words that spilled from his mouth after-

-'Tell him to try and last longer this time.'

-Gyutaro saw red, and blue, and maybe it was because of the weed air or the sex musk permeating past the bar- Maybe it was the anger he had at you for sharing such a thing about him- maybe it was because He'd been holding his breathe and plotting Tengen's downfall, and now he was-

-Who was he kidding, Gyutaro was going to fucking barf. The stress was too much, and his stomach rolled in response. He'd never been exposed to such an environment, or such an embarassment, and all he knew to do was turn away and try to keep it down until he got to the bathroom.

-'That was so mean!' Suma cried out as Gyutaro trudged away, attempt at disguising his mood futile. 'You made him cry!'

-'He literally called you a slut to your face at the start of the semester. What the fuck do you mean, mean?' Makio barked.

-You were in one of the gross stalls, pulling his scraggly black hair away from the rancid bowl. You weren't sure how he ate so much and still stayed so twig thin. He'd been puking for at least ten minutes.

-'I didn't expect you to come here.' You lied, having very much intended for that outcome. 'You think Tengen Uzui remembers every drunken, horny story he gets from a woman?'

-He was mortified. The idea that Tengen specifically knew something so intimate about him made him hear colors. Red colors. He was hearing the club lighting and seething at the red blur of the motion sensor on the toilet-

-The tile felt like splinters.

-'W-Why did you tell him that?' Gyutaro gasped out between spills. The question lacked his usual grit. It sounded genuine and hurt.

-He nodded lamely and went to drop his face onto the porcelain, but your hand swooped down.

-Your palm against his marred face was soothing. Lifting his head up from the toilet bowl, you wiped his mouth off with toilet paper.

-His heart fluttered. What a girlish emotion he was feeling.

-'I'm sorry.' You whispered and only semi meant it. Some of the things he said about women in the past months could've definitely validated such treatment. Some of the comments were bordering on illegal, others on beyond morally questionable.

-'It's okay.' He slurred, moving away from your hand to try and stop that flutter. You were quick to find his scar again, and, with hesitance losing to need, he rubbed against your palm.

-Cat. The word shot through your head and then retreated. No, no. A mangy cat. A cat with mange. Rabies, maybe even.

-'I wasn't crying or any-' as he began to speak, you pulled a small bottle of mouth wash out from your bag.

-'Tip your head back.' Gyutaro cut off his sentence and did as you said. The burn of the wash was painful. As he went to spit it out, you pressed a finger to his lips.

-'You get a gift if you can keep it in for the full minute.'

-It hurt. Gyutaro can't remember the last time he brushed his teeth, but the burn in his gums said he should do it more. He managed, though, and you followed through by pulling a tooth brush from your bag.

-Gyutaro had seen this plot before, in a hentai, probably, but he'd always imagined himself probing some innocent sweet trad girl's mouth with a tooth brush. Not being probed.

-You scrubbed plague off his teeth with precise intensity. His gums bled, and he whined. His jaw would occasionally stutter, and he'd bite down with enough force that you feared for your toothbrush.

-Another pass at the mouth wash and Gyutaro stared up at you, puffy lipped and teary eyed. You hadn't necessarily been gentle, nor had you avoided his gag reflex, but you leaned down to Gyutaro.

-His natural huffiness now had a pleasant bubblegum scent.

-When you pulled the vibrator from your pussy, Gyutaro nearly puked again. He hadn't noticed it in your sneaky photo, so seeing you hike your leg up on the toilet seat and pluck it from your insides made him see stars.

-Had you had that in the entire time? Had you told the other girls? Had you told Tengen?

-You dropped the vibrator into his lap. Not in his pants, not intentionally near his dick- on his lap. Gyutaro had taken on an all too natural kneeling position, and you dropped the vibe between the small gap of his thighs.

-Dull buzzing bounced up his thighs, vibratons too far to feel- And then you were pressing your cunt against his face, and he was taking in the scent of your pubes-

-He had been told that eating a woman out was a sign of submission. Got told it'd be gross, and to only do it when the situation was dire. And a situation with a female should never become dire- Having someone's genitals forced in his face like this-

-Gyutaro loved the smell of your pussy. The taste. His hands took to your thighs immediately, one slipping back to find the meat of your ass and bury his fingers in it.

-It would surprise you, how right he looked snug between your thighs. How his eyes fluttered back when he forgot he wasn't really supposed to be into this kind of thing.

-You could remember all of the things he said about vaginas. It often left you contemplating whether or not he found women attractive to begin with, but with his tongue rolling so naturally against your clit, you couldn't question it.

-He was made for this, both of you figured. Your warmth against his palate was ball tightening. He immediately took to it. You'd never seen such enthusiasm and love shown to your cunt.

-'Fuckkkkkk-' He'd moan, but with his tongue flat against you it came out in drool. His spit spilled onto his jean clad thighs, uncaring about anything other than eating you out.

-With his back against the toilet, and your hands gripping his hair, if you saw it from the back, it'd look like you were skullfucking the man. The thought made Gyutaro's already raging hard on twitch-

-And that's exactly how Tengen saw it when he opened the stall.

-'Oh?' He said, and you felt Gyutaro's grip tighten around your thighs. Today was just humiliation after humiliation, wasn't it? He knew by the stupid sing-song tone of the voice exactly who'd invaded his time with you.

-Black pulsed the corners of his vision.

-'Ah, Tengen-' You tried to keep your voice steady- not willing to let yourself be intimidated by a man his size in such a situation. Not infront of Gyutaro. He didn't need real life experience to back up forum rumors.

-'Can I use this toilet?' He nodded down to Gyutaro, and you looked down to the man between your thighs, a bit shocked by the ask.

- Gyutaro would pull off your cunt fast, wide eyed and all teeth.

-'What the fuck did you just s-' You lodged your fingers down his throat, Gyutaro gagging hurtfully against them. His eyes rolled back. He didn't know why having his mouth fucked with felt so good. It'd never felt this good when he was alone-

-'When I cum, yeah.' And Gyutaro was back on your pussy, a sudden fear lighting his movements. You wouldn't really let Tengen do that to him, right?

-Why was he depending on you, a woman, to prevent that? He should just get up and kick his ass- Tengen would have an advan...advantage.... an-

-Fuck your pussy was mind numbing. Fuck whatever Tengen wanted to do to him. He needed that juice.

-Gyutaro chased your orgasm. You were only slightly dissapointed he didn't cum with you- didn't show Tengen how good he could be. A part of you wanted to impress Tengen- to show off a little bit. Show what you tamed. Even if that taming was still very early in the works-

-When you came, Gyutaro smiled wide against your pussy. You pulled back with shaking legs and his head in your hands and he looked at you like Tengen wasn't pulling his cock from his boxers just centimeters away.

-'Just want your pussy, I need your pussy-' He slurred while you starred down at him.

-'If you drink it, I'll let you fuck me-' His ears would begin ringing. Shocked by his own actions, Gyutaro found his jaw unhinged, taking Tengen's flaccid cock down his throat.

-Maybe it was easier for him to accept because Gyutaro never dealt with penis envy. The two men were surprisingly matched. How unfortunate. You really wanted to see how Gyutaro would react to a cock that much bigger-

-Tengen took advantage of the willing hole, rocking his hips a bit much to Gyutaro's anger.

-'If you bite me, I'll drown you. Don't want to die with your head in a toilet, eh, Shabana?' Tengen taunted, sensing the upset from his thighs.

-You watched as Gyutaro's adam apple surged, and Tengen's head dropped back in relief. It was more than Gyutaro could take, obviously, because it began spilling from the corners of his mouth and onto his Neitzsche shirt.

-Gyutaro's face burnt red, and he reeked like piss. Tengen gave the other man's face a light, almost appreciative slap.

-As Tengen pulled out, a rush of piss came spilling onto the floor. He wasn't done though, a guiding hand locking around Gyutaro's jaw to tip his head up. The trickle was backed by the music blurring outside.

-His flow came to a stop, and he carefully shut Gyutaro's mouth. Gyutaro looked over at you with tired eyes.

-You nodded, and he swallowed.

-'Atta boy.'

-With Tengen's exit, you looked down at Gyutaro, dripping and still woefully hard. You pulled his messy hair back into a ponytail once more.

-'oh honey... when did I say you'd be fucking me tonight?'

-'Do I- Do I get to fuck you now?' He'd croak, trying to ignore the completely beer ridden piss on his lips. You looked at him so pathetically. It made his cock ache even worse than it already did.

-He could tell he wasn't going to get what he wanted before you even opened your mouth.

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have you taken pills with anything other than water? yes (tags) no my meds are bald

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The people who go "well who's going to look after you when you're old?" when you say you're not having kids are breathtakingly naive. Our next-door neighbour, somewhere in her mid-80s, has a son, grandkids, and a grear-granddaughter, and who's the one she calls when she needs help, and checks that she's not spending christmas alone? Me and my boyfriend.

Having kids is irrelevant if the answer to that question is still going to be "the mentally ill faggots next door."

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If you support/defend people who draw and ship Papa x Papa, then please block me, I don't want to see that disgusting thing ever. It doesn't matter if they're not related in your AUs, it's gross.

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fat girl in a tight tank top with her tummy showing and boobs spilling out. you agree. reblog.

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Reblog if you want more interaction with your mutuals and followers :D

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Everybody moved on, but I am still here