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honoredalone · 6 days

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✮⋆˙ YOU’RE BURIED IN THE PILLOW, YEAH YOU’RE SO LOUD

❝ you’re buried in the pillow, yeah you’re so loud. but i’m about to show you baby slow down, slow down. ❞ - slow down by chase atlantic

᪥ saying that he LOVED being smothered between your thighs is an understatement. he could die between them and he plans on doing just that.

content warning !! smut obvi, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, pet names, mentions of fighting and blood

“such a dirty slut aren’t ya.” his words vibrated through your core up your spine covering your skin in goosebumps. his nose deep in your slick pussy, lapping and sucking on your sweet juices. “come all over my face, let me taste you princess.”

he loved having you from behind, your face buried in his plush pillow. the fabric smelling of his shampoo and cologne making your stomach coil even tighter. one of his hands holding both your wrists behind your back and the other spreading your asscheeks apart so that he could really dig himself into you further. it was euphoric, though your protests before hand still plague your mind. he came home bloody, bruised and sore from his long mission. you wanted to tend to his wounded body but all he wanted was to taste you, so the moment he stumbled through the door into your awaiting arms, hissing on impact small pleads and praises of wanting to bend you over right then and there but he decided to keep composure until you were face down on the bed.

“c’mon sweet princess,” he stopped licking your core and used his pointed nose to nudge your clit lovingly making your back arch further and let out a loud whine into the pillow. “sound so good baby, fuck.” he rutted his length like a feral animal into the cozy mattress trying to get a sense of relief, it hurt, he ached for release but this is about you. only about you, but he couldn’t help himself from humping the mattress pathetically at your taste and sound. “could stay here forever, gonna let me do this to ya for the rest of our time?” with a deep arch of your back you mewl, attempting to free your wrists from his strong handed grip.

“yes! y-yes, please!” you turn your head to the side, craning your neck up to look back at the beautiful sight behind you. his silky hair brushing against your ass cheeks, his eyes sealed shut as he digs his face further into you. “god, just- please.”

“please what, use your words. you’re a big girl.” he smirks looking at you longingly, “tell me what you need.” he wants to commemorate this moment into his mind forever. you’re so beautiful, so so so breathtakingly beautiful.

“wanna look at you, wanna touch you s’bad.” you cried as he nibbled on your clit, letting go of your wrists before skillfully flipping you onto your back. he’s on his knees, grey pants covering his lower body but his upper half nude and sculpted like a statue. bruises covering his torso, small cuts and a couple of gashes littering his otherwise smooth skin, he was still gorgeous. devastatingly so. you sat up, running your hands from his chest to his v-line, he shivers at the touch, body tensing when your soft finger tips feathered over his wounds. “so handsome my love, let me take care of you.” sliding your hand down further to grasp his hardened length, squeezing it softly, your core going hot when he breathily whimpers.

“no, this is about you princess. besides, you taste too good for me to stop.” he softly removes your hand from his groin laying you back down gently. leaning down, kissing your lips tenderly before kissing down your body before diving right back into your cunt. “can’t live without you, my sweet girl.” your hand flew to his hair while your legs are thrown over his shoulders. pulling on his thick strands making his eyes water and a groan escape his throat, you grind onto his face, spreading your slick all over the bottom half of his face, spit and your juices dripping down his chin onto the crisp sheets below the both of you. he moaned as you slowly got off on his face, moving his hands to stimulate you more. one holding your thigh, thumb caressing your skin sweetly and the other getting sucked deep into you, curling, scissoring and fucking you deliciously.

“‘m gonna cum, please.” you stopped your movements, exasperated. he took that as an opportunity to shake his head, nose nudging and pushing on your clit making you cry out his name. his fingers wet and slick. his tongue getting sore and licking wherever he could. “f-fuck.” you clenched around his fingers, he pulls them out fast right before he replaces them with his mouth, open wide as you spill down his throat. he moaned against you, his fingers digging into your thighs tightly. taking one last lap at your pussy before bringing himself up to rest on your naked chest, ear soaking in your now steady heartbeat, arms wrapped around your waist. “gonna let me clean you up?” you teased with a breathy laugh, a small smile on your face. he kissed your jaw lazily breathing slowly.

“in a minute, wanna stay with you for a little longer.” the wounds, the missions, the world can wait. everything can be put on hold, just for you. only for you.

SATORU GOJO, yuuta okkotsu, CHOSO KAMO, himori higuruma, EREN JAEGER, connie springer, guren ichinose + any of your favorite characters ♡

#anime #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #higuruma hiromi #okkotsu yuuta #choso kamo #attack on titan #eren yeager #connie springer #owari no seraph #guren ichinose #anime smut #anime x reader #jjk x reader #aot x reader #manga #anime fanfic

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honoredalone · 15 days

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𐙚 I’D RATHER BE KISSING YOUR WAIST

❝ move slow, i don’t wanna get in your way. well the words in your mouth sound cool but i’d rather be kissin’ your waist ❞ keep it up - chase atlantic

♡ gojo satoru is the strongest, but that didn’t leave him without his scars. internal and external. the biggest scar making him shy away, but that didn’t stop you from loving it.

content: talk of scars, self doubt, negative thoughts, sad baby satoru, slight angst, tooth rotting sweetness

heavily inspired by @colonelarr0w, “tracing satoru’s scar”. go check out their works!! they’re amazing, so go support!!

it’s ugly, satoru thinks it’s the most hideous thing on his body. the gross texture, weird color and the memories behind it. the scar circling his waist makes him sick to look at. everyone knows how confident satoru is, well how could he not be? he’s the strongest after all, but even the strongest has his moments of weakness and the scar is just a permanent reminder of just that. he resents himself for it though he’s only human.

“what’re you doin’ there sweet girl?” his voice is raspy and deep from fatigue, a long day of teaching at jujutsu tech will do it to you but he always looks forward to this time of day. when he can lay in bed with you, cuddled into your warmth, his hand caressing the small of your back lovingly. your hand drifting down his torso above his black t-shirt. he didn’t usually wear t-shirts to bed but after the fight he could barely look at his own body without being ashamed so naturally he hid is body not only from himself but from you too. he knew you wouldn’t be disgusted by something so trivial but he couldn’t heals the insecurity that leaked into his brain.

“nothin’ ‘ru just wanna love you.” you whispered, your head resting on his toned chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. your fingers slowly moving to the hem on his shirt. you didn’t miss the way his stomach clenched when your warm hand drifted under his shirt. “you’re so handsome.”

“baby, wait.” satoru almost whines as your fingers feather over the ragged skin. his other hand softly holding your much smaller wrist. you heard the way his heartbeat sped up, the way his breathing became uneven.

“satoru, love.” you sat up, your eyes connecting with his. you hated seeing him so broken over something so small, something that you didn’t care about. nothing about the scar that decorated his beautiful pale skin deterred you away from him whatsoever, he’s your satoru.

“please.” he didn’t know what he meant by that but his eyebrows furrowed together, crystal eyes filling with tears. “it’s not pretty. it’s ugly.” he quietly admits, hand still wrapped around your wrist while the other still sits at the small of your back, thumb caressing you so tenderly. it upset you he thought about himself like that, it crushed your heart. he couldn’t help the fact that the wound scarred and it wasn’t his fault that it made him self conscious but you wanted to show him that it, of course, could never change how you felt about him.

you move to sit on his lap, his hands going limp and laying flat on the plush covers but they find your waist, squeezing them affectionately. looking at him for silent permission to push up his shirt slightly, he only looks at you like a kicked puppy before giving you a tense nod. you slowly push up his shirt, just blow his chest. his torso as gorgeous as always, fair skin strong and smooth. he was beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful. he took your breath away everytime, before and after the wound. you rest your hands onto the scar, thumbs softly rubbing the rough skin. his breath shook, he closed his eyes to prevent tears cascading down his blushed cheeks.

“you’re so handsome satoru.” your voice soft, melting over him like honey. he could just sob, he was barely keeping it together when he felt your warm breath fan over the wounded skin. “my pretty boy. so beautiful.” you place soft kisses, all over. his hands shook on your sides as his fingers tighten attempting to dampen his nerves. his words were stuck in his throat, he could barely formulate a sentence in his head because what could he say. open mouthed kisses making his stomach warm and tickle slightly, making his head spin.

“fuck, sweet girl. i love you. love you ‘s much.” his words wavered as he spoke, his mind nearly blank. kissing up from his waist, to right below his chest he sits up, wrapping both of his arms around his waist. he looks at you so sweetly, almost defeated. his arms retracting from around you to the neckline of his black shirt, slowly taking it off and discarding it to the side and looking over your face again. he knew that he couldn’t fully look at his scar and not feel badly but he could learn to like it, just because you did.

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honoredalone · 18 days

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❦ satoru gojo, hey daddy!

art: @_3aem on x and insta other photos from pinterest

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honoredalone · 2 months

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‘YA LIKE THE SHOW?

ꨄ you should’ve known that having boys night at your shared apartment with satoru was a bad idea, all of his friends are good looking and ready for a show so was it really a bad idea?

“‘toru not now.” not now, but right now you’re sitting on your bed, wearing nothing but your baby pink silk robe, hair damp, freshly out of the shower. you smelled like vanilla and flowers and he swears as soon as you got out of the shower he floated over to you like a cartoon. while you’re sat against your headboard, holding your tea in one hand and your book laid open between your legs. you looked exquisite, how could he help himself. he crawled onto the bed laying flat on his stomach face to face with your covered core, his fingers sliding under the silk of your robe toying with your sensitive bud.

“now’s better than never sweet thing.” his cocky smile making your eyes roll to the back of your head, he pinches, rolled and nudged your clit until your legs were pathetically shaking, your robe undone revealing your soft naked body. you were glowing, you looked like starlight. “cum for me, feel good love.” he groaned before lunging forward and attaching his mouth to your glittering folds. his tongue felt like heaven, you couldn’t help but arch and grind against his mouth begging for the mercy of your release.

“oh god, ‘toru. i need.. please.” you pleaded your boyfriend for something, you weren’t sure what, but of course he knew. instinctively bringing his left hand to your breasts and the other sinking into your warm entrance while he sucks on your clit with enough pressure to make you dizzy. “shit, i’m gonna cum. i wanna cum on your cock, please. pretty please?”

“how can i say no when you ask so nicely sweet thing.” he eagerly sits up quickly removing his grey sweats along with his boxers, his cock springing up and hitting his toned stomach. pink tip already leaking a pearl of precum, god he looked so pretty. “ready for me love?” you spread your thighs, your pretty folds opening. he sinks into your tight core almost whimpering at the way you clench around him. starting off gently, thrusts slow and sensual, you can feel each vein, each ridge and throb of his cock inside of you. nothing has felt better.

“feel so good ‘toru.” you mewled beneath him, legs twitching and your body radiating heat. you’re intoxicating, holy shit he’s wrapped around your sweet finger. your eyes were closed so tight with your eyebrows pinched in pleasure but suddenly you felt eyes on you, multiple pairs of eyes. satoru’s head rested in the crook of your neck so it couldn’t be him, his pretty moans filling your ears and his body blanketing yours, everything was perfect but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. slightly lifting your head, forcefully feeling your eyes open you see 4 figures standing at the edge of your bed, watching you. gasping, nudging satoru getting him out of his daze he also feels the eyes on both of you. halting his movements he looks behind him, more than ready to pounce on whoever is spying on you both when suddenly one of the figures speak.

“keep going satoru, she’s begging for you.” the voice was familiar, you knew the figure. in fact, you knew all of them. it’s thursday night. boys night with suguru geto, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna, and toji fushiguro. normally they would meet up at a bar but satoru insisted they hang out at your apartment this time. so here they were, watching you two fuck.

“fuck she looks like a little puppy.” toji chuckled, his hand palming the tent in his pants. embarrassingly you cried, grinding your hips onto satoru’s pelvis for a little friction. the men observing you all started stripping their clothes, toned bodies shining in the dull light, all of them errect and gorgeous.

“better start fucking her before one of us push you aside and do it better.” sukuna says, no doubt jealousy coursing through his blood. his cock is long and girthy from what you can see, curved towards his belly button, black tattoos decorating the shaft.

you’ve always known kento nanami, he wasn’t overly vocal like your boyfriend. he was a good looking man, very very sweet and was such a gentleman. he seemed shy, but right now he looked so develishly handsome. his hair tussled and untamed, his blue button down was fully open displaying his beautifully molded torso, his cock in his hand and his eyes shut with his lips parted. he stroked himself with need like he hadn’t gotten off in months.

“they want a show sweets, wanna be a good girl and give it to ‘em?” satoru has been sitting inside of you this whole time, it’s felt like years since he’s moved and you just gotten wetter by the second. you nod eagerly silently begging for him, waiting for him to start fucking you regardless if your audience.

“use your words darling, wanna hear you.” gojo’s dark haired best friend smugly says, his voice coated in sweet, sticky honey. he slowly approaches the bed kneeling near your head, heavy cock in his hand. “tell us what you want.” he smiles, foxy and seductive.

“i want, i want you to fuck me ‘toru. please.” you whine as the other 3 men make their way over to you as well. kento on his knees residing on the edge of the bed, sukuna sitting parallel to geto and toji standing behind sukuna all of them with their members out, tips an angry shade of pink and in sukuna’s case, red.

“all you had to do was ask love.” satoru grasps the back of both of your thighs, pressing them up against your chest. lifting his hips, hammering into you like an animal in heat, making your cunt flutter around him. “you’re milking me dry sweets.” he breathed as you cry under him. plump beautiful tears sliding down your flushed cheeks.

“pathetic little human.” sukuna moaned as he teased his tip, purple nails covered in precum. sukuna was a hard ass but he was nice when he wanted to be which wasn’t a lot but when it was, everyone cherished it. “so so pretty.” his compliment made your skin tingle.

“f-fuck i’m getting close ‘toru.” the 5 men’s attention was focused on you, watching the way you sucked your boyfriend’s dick inside of you over and over.

“what’re waiting for then princess, cum for us.” toji laughed as he speeds up his pace. he was a good looking man, tall, and beautifully toned. his physique almost like a greek god.

gojo released his grip on your thighs to rub your clit as he keeps a fast and rough pace, abusing your poor pussy. “squeeze my cock love, make it feel good.” he rasps, his hips getting sore but nothing is going to stop him right now. you can’t help but moan and cry and whimper as you come undone, the other men not long behind you and satoru soon after.

your head goes hazy, your bed is full of sweat and worn out men. legs now limp, satoru laid on top of you, still buried inside of you not only for the purpose of keeping you stuffed but also he can barely lift his head. the other men around you breathless, sweating and not nearly tired enough due to suguru’s joke suggesting a couple more rounds and the group agreement was only shot down due to satoru’s whiny comments.

“so i was told we’d be getting free food.” toji light heartedly jokes making the group laugh. “wanna join us for a movie doll?”

the 4 men get off the bed, fighting over who’s clothes were who’s and ridiculed each other for ‘getting your disgusting dick juice’ on one another. satoru slowly getting off of you and making sure you’re okay.

“you alright sweet thing, need me to run you a bath or get you something to drink?” he cups your cheek, swiping his thumb across your soft skin. “i can tell them to leave if you want to just spend time alone, you don’t have to deal with us.”

“you’re sweet my love, they can stay. i just wanna clean up quick, could they move to the living room and put on a movie or something?” you said quietly, satoru parroting your request to the men as they nicely oblige, retreating out of your bedroom and nanami closing the door quietly.

after taking care of you more privately, satoru goes out to join his friends while you freshen up. putting on some sleep shorts and one of satoru’s t-shirts, you leave to hang with your boyfriend and his friends.

“here love.” satoru says with your favorite mug in his hands. “3 sugars and a splash of cream, just how you like it.” he winks while handing you the drink, putting his hands in your waist and guiding you to the couch where his friends are fighting over which movie to watch. you observe nanami sitting separate to everyone else, in your love seat, phone to his ear.

“will 2 large pizzas and a side of breadsticks be enough?” he quietly asked, with a loud response of yes he hung up the phone. “45 minutes.” he says voice as monotone as ever before he sits back, eyes on the tv screen.

you settle into your spot, leaning into satoru as everyone argues between watching a rom-com or a horror movie. you enjoyed this. the sex, duh but also just being around satoru and his friends, it was a new side of his that you rarely see. he wasn’t insecure or anything, but when he spends time with you, he wants it to just be the two of you. after finally deciding on an action movie you all get comfortable in your respective places on the couch or seat before the pizza comes.

“y’know satoru,” sukuna starts, mouth full of food, sloppily chewing and smacking his lips. “you should let us take turns with her.” gojo nearly chokes on his beer. while what they had done turned him on significantly he couldn’t imagine letting anyone, not even his closest friends getting to have you the way that he does. obviously he objects but in the back of his head the idea makes his heart flutter and his cock harden.

“maybe next thursday.”

authors note: i wrote this at like 6 in the morning, half high so please be kind. feed back is very much appreciated 🤍

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honoredalone · 1 year

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pretty when you cry

live laugh lana del rey.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ

all the pretty stars shine for you my love, am i that girl, that you dream of?

he’s dreamed of this, you above him, sitting on his long, hard cock. warm walls suffocating him, making him dizzy, his vision blurring.

“too big, ‘s too much.” you’re whining, shifting your position in his lap to adjust to his large length. he’s mesmerized by you. not just the way you take him, but by the way you praise him, the way you hold him, the way you kiss him and just the way you look at him. it has him in a chokehold. that being said when you’re riding him you have no ounce of control. he’ll guide your hips, bouncing you up and down, thrusting when he grows inpatient, anything.

“just a little more.” he rasps, lifting his hips, pushing himself in further, feet pushed into the plush mattress. “my good fucking girl, you’re so good to me.” he laughs when you whimper, the head of his cock brushing your spot making you rock your hips desperately attempting to cause some friction. “ah ah ah. gotta be patient pretty.” he grasps your hips tightly, the pressure making you let out a sob.

“i wanna- just.. please.” you said exasperated, fed up with his teasing. his hold on your hips becoming softer, his thumbs massaging your hips. his eyes admiring your body. marks covering your skin, red flush to your cheeks, lashes damp.

“please what, my angel?” he says teasingly, hand sliding down, finding your clit. it’s soaked in your arousal, smiling like a jackass when you gasp out another strangled sob when he pinches it, hard. “aw you’re so cute. so needy.” you open your mouth to respond then you make eye contact with him when he brings his fingers, still drenched in your juices, into his mouth. his eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “use your words.” he muses before spitting on his fingers and bringing them back down to your clit, rubbing roughly making your back arch, hips buck and moans falling from your lips.

“please-” you sigh as he slows his pace on your already sore spot. “please take care of me.” he smiles, sharp canines on display.

“all you had to do was ask pretty.” with no warning he retracts his fingers and grips both your thighs holding you down on him, thrusting his hips up with an excruciatingly fast pace. “such a pretty pussy on my pretty little bunny.” he groans, head falling back onto the pillow, continuing the fast pace he’s set. you moan nails scratching down chest to his abs making him spiral. “god you were made for me.” he says almost tearfully, you couldn’t really tell due to the sound of skin slapping skin, heavy breaths, small words and wet squelching.

because i’m pretty when i cry i’m pretty when i cry

he’s not one to cry, even during a sad moment, he keeps his tears in until he’s alone. no one can see him vulnerable, ever. he’s also never been one to cry during sex, usually, he’s the one making his partner cry. although, since being with you, crying while being inside of you has become a repeated occurrence. the first time you had sex with him, he started to sob as he pounded into you nearing his climax. after reaching his peak and cleaning up he laid in bed while you showered, he cringed at the thought of him crying while being inside of a women.

‘you’re such a baby.’ he thinks, when he is snapped back to reality by the spot beside him sinking down meaning you were next to him. “was i too rough with you?” he rolls onto his side to face you, looking into your eyes before they fall to your swollen pink lips.

“no, you were perfect.” you smile tiredly at him, scooting closer to him, cuddling into his warmth.

he never was one for post-sex cuddling, but there was something different about this. it was comfortable, it was soothing, he wanted it.

“it was sweet.” you said, when he moved a piece of hair from your eyes.

“what was sweet?” he asked warily, hoping you wouldn’t bring up his crying. despite his hope you did. “how is that sweet? it’s pathetic.” he whines moving to lay on his back, hands hiding his face, embarrassment coursing through his body.

“i just, i don’t know. i’m glad i made you feel good.” you said nervously, positioning yourself stomach down, head on his chest looking at his hidden face. “don’t be embarrassed, it was cute.”

“cute? that was cute to you?” he said sounding agitated and now even more embarrassed. being described as ‘cute’ is worse than telling him he’s weak. he doesn’t want to be cute.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to offend you.” you said now extremely nervous that you’d upset him, that any progress you’ve made with him now doesn’t matter. leaving your spot on his chest to now your back facing away from him, curled into yourself. trying to give him space so that he doesn’t feel more embarrassed with himself and annoyed with you.

he notices your change in behavior, now more aware that he had made you self-conscious. while he was embarrassed the last thing he’d want is to make you upset. you’ve only been dating for around 5 months but he’s sure that you’ll be his for the rest of eternity. “come here.” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist, his strong arms lifting you effortlessly so you’re laying practically on top of him. he’s thought about it for the past few weeks.

‘what’s so different about you?’ it’s that when you’re together any moment spent together, you could be having a natural conversation but even if it’s completely silent, it’s comfortable. you guys don’t have to talk when you’re together. you know how to be together and just enjoy it without talking or touching. he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. he cries while fucking you and it’s so pretty.

i’m stronger than all my men, except for you

while he nears his high, his thrust become animalistic, his moans become louder and whinier, sobs and pleasure making him shake, body covered in sweat, fat tears falling down his face making his skin shine. he’s so pretty like this. “i’m close, i’m so close.” he cries, his cock throbbing almost painfully waiting for your permission to release. “please,” more cries falling from his pretty lips. “please let me-” he moans loudly, back arching, hips harshly thrusting into your heat. “i’m gonna-” a loud sob escapes his throat as he pushes the head of his cock as deep as he’s able to, his big hands gripping your thighs pushing them down onto the sides of his pelvis while he shoots his cum deep onto your warm walls.

you collapse onto his chest, his length still buried deep inside. his hands still gripping your thighs, chest rising and falling, sweat making your skin stick together. you lift your head looking at his red fucked-out face. you kiss his tear streaked cheeks, before lifting off of him. his and your own release dripping out of your hole, he watches the liquid fall onto the sheets as you struggle to move off of him.

“i love you.” he laughs at the irony. he never believed he’d fall in love, but when he looks at you he knows that this is what love should feel like.

“i love you so much.” you respond, before continuing with a small tease, “you’re pretty when you cry.” he shoots you a dirty look but nonetheless chuckles.

i’ll wait for you, babe it’s all i do, babe

satoru gojo, jean kirstein, tengen uzui, choso, oikawa tooru, ken kaneki, osamu miya and any of your favs of course <33

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