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maaarshieee · 1 year

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⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 ୧ ⎯⎯

➢ Gɪʏᴜᴜ Tᴏᴍɪᴏᴋᴀ, Kʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ Rᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ, Mᴜɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ Tᴏᴋɪᴛᴏ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), Mɪᴛsᴜʀɪ Kᴀɴᴊᴏʀɪ, Oʙᴀɴᴀɪ Iɢᴜʀᴏ, Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ, Sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ Kᴏᴄʜᴏ & Tᴇɴɢᴇɴ Uᴢᴜɪ x M!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

a/n - i dont feel good so i decided to cope with writing. writing for csm now too because everyone is so fucking horny. you do you obvs but i dont like how when i check tags and literally all nsfw,, anyways titled "quite the opposite" hope you like this collection of drabbles. i don't prohibit fem aligned accs interaction just... don't fetishize mlm relationships. listened to eric cartman's ver of poker face while writing. good music.

↬ cw: canon typical angst (slight, mostly just fluff), injuries, reader's a bit older around late 20's.

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Everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps knew about him. Known as "The Hashira who refused to retire", he worked for Kagaya Ubuyashiki for twelve years. Famous for defeating a vast number of Lowermoon demons, as well as clashing against Uppermoon demons more than once. And every time he did, he always came back alive. He watched the downfall of multiple slayers and hashiras alike, survived unreal horrors for almost a decade, and yet he persisted in continuing his job. Despite the multiple scars that littered his body, severed arm, and blind eye, he remained one of the strongest Hashira ever to exist.

People assumed his distant and quiet attitude was due to his experience as a Hashira. He was strict and terrifying when training slayers and was rather uptight and dismissive when it comes to casual conversations. Either way, he's always so respectful and polite to his peers. So, more often than not, curious slayers ask his significant other; "How do you even get along with him?" They'd always tell them how he's quite the opposite...

Just, how so?

Giyuu never expected this when he got himself into a relationship with him. He was literally quite the opposite of how Shinobu described him.

The moment Giyuu give him the clear to be physically affectionate to him, he was quite literally all over him. His hand loves to roam his skin whenever he's close to him. It starts from caressing his cheek, tracing down to his jawline, then to his neck while giving it small, loving kisses, then to his chest. He always has a hand on Giyuu, no matter where they are.

On missions, at their shared estate, or casually walking outside, his hand is either on his shoulder, the small of his back, or holding his. Giyuu also didn't take him to be the clingy type.

"...We have to get up, dear..." Giyuu sighed for the nth time that morning, wriggling from his grasp. For a man with only one arm left, Giyuu struggled to get out of his hold. "We have work to do..." Yet, despite his words, his own arms clung around him, gripping his kimono and burying his face against his chest.

Letting out a small yawn, he just rested his chin on top of his head, his voice making his chest rumble lightly. "5 more minutes..." He responded, half asleep. Giyuu sighed once more, his hand playing with his hair. "You said that 30 minutes ago..."

He blinked, a little more awake, but proceeded to close his eyes and ignore the sunlight that was seeping into their room. "Well, how come you haven't pushed me off?" He teased, a small smile etching his features, "You're a lot stronger than this."

Giyuu sighed against his skin, embarrassed. It only earned a small chuckle from him.

No one has made him feel so treasured in his life before. He was so loving, understanding, and patient with him. He wasn't exactly talkative, but he always talks to Giyuu, especially behind closed doors. From stories about when he was a fresh slayer, how his day has been, or nothing of relevance at all, Giyuu always listens.

Because he talks to him, spends time with him, cares for him, and loves him. Waking up in the morning wasn't a chore anymore when he has him by his side. Even during his darkest times, when he cried and felt like he didn't deserve to be alive, he would always stay by his side. Holding him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he comforted him.

Giyuu has never been so vulnerable in front of someone.

"Let's stay like this for a little bit," He says, pressing kisses against his forehead. Giyuu could only let out a grunt, pulling him closer. His face flushed when he heard him let out a small laugh, pulling the blanket back up to cover them.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"...Let's just tell Oyakata-sama you're aging."

"Wh- I'm not that old!" He huffed humorously, shaking his head. He doesn't miss the small, pretty smile on Giyuu's lips.

"You should quit drinking, Rengoku-san."

"You should retire," Shinjuro shot back, taking a swig of his sake. "You look horrible compared to the last time I saw you." Anyone who could see this interaction between the ex-coworkers, people would assume he would take offense to Shinjuro's words, but all he did was let out a wholehearted laugh, slapping his knee.

As it turns out, the two of them knew each other quite well. It was the first time in years since Kyojuro and Senjuro see a small glimmer of life in their father's eyes. Shinjuro huffed, pouring his guest a cup of sake. He seemed more sober than usual, which surprised the brothers. "Just because I quit didn't mean you can get with my son,"

Kyojuro flushed when his father mentioned that, coughing on his fist and instead focused on eating his dinner. Kyojuro could feel his sudden wave of nervousness beside him, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That wasn't my intention... It just happened, I suppose."

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Shinjuro slammed his fist against the table, making the brothers flinch but all he did was smile, patting the retired Hashira's back whilst he discreetly passed the sake to Senjuro to hide it. Oh, he was definitely drunk now, so he took action. "Now now, I swear it wasn't. How about you get some rest for tonight?"

He shot Kyojuro a look of reassurance before leading Shinjuro to his room, letting the man grumble at you while you continued to softly speak to him, carrying his weight.

That was quite the opposite of what he expected how his first dinner with his family, with him, included. Kyojuro expected indifference from his father, especially when they were ex-coworkers. He expected him to be distant, or uncomfortable throughout the whole dinner.

He was nothing but helpful. He got along with Senjuro so well, despite meeting for the first time. The boy was intimidated at first, never seeing a man as scarred and tall as him, but when he offered to help in the kitchen? Senjuro grew comfortable around him almost instantly. He was very careful in the kitchen, aware of his size and Senjuro, plus his cooking was really good so the young boy learned a lot from the veteran cook.

All the while, Kyojuro just fell harder for him. He didn't expect him to be so affectionate when they first got into a relationship, maybe even more than him. But seeing him get along with his family so well? It made a warm feeling blossom in his chest, a wide grin on his face.

Kyojuro could see how much he cares for all of them. Helping Senjuro with his chores, talking to Shinjuro as if the two of them were equals, and loving Kyojuro despite everything. He has never seen his family like this in a long time, and he just knows he would be just fantastic once they make their own family.

"Thinking about it again?" He mumbled, pressing a small kiss on Kyojuro's temple. He couldn't deny it, face flushing and laughing lightly. He could always tell what was going through his head.

"Of course! You'd made a good father, it's just in your nature!" It was his turn to get flustered, not meeting his eyes but keeping his hand on his cheek, caressing it.

Kyojuro's heart stuttered when he saw his expression and was about to refute his previous statement, but stopped himself when he pressed his forehead against Kyojuro's, smiling tenderly at his lover.

"Alright, I've always wanted to start a family, even more so now that I'm with you."

↬ platonic/familial

Out of all the Hashiras Muichiro spent time with, moments with him were more memorable than the rest.

Sat in front of a koi pond, watching the clouds go by, hands folded neatly on his lap. He listened to him hum a soft tune as he brushed Muichiro's long hair. It became one of their favorite activity when both of them are free. He liked the feeling of his hands playing with his hair, especially when he tied his hair in different hairstyles.

Muichiro enjoys it when he braids his hair. He was very gentle, despite his big, scarred hands. It was practiced as if he's done this a hundred times before. Muichiro can faintly remember the first time he asked him to tie his hair, so perhaps he's done it so much before him.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, voice quiet and gentle, like the winds blowing through his hair, "You forgot to eat lunch." Muichiro blinked, slowly nodding his head.

"Really?" He frowned, clutching his uniform. "Sorry..." He only let out a soft chuckle, a big hand patting his head. Muichiro just huffed, pushing his hand away. "Don't apologize, you can't help it." He says as he got up from behind him, holding out a hand for him to take.

"I can make you lunch before the meeting." Muichiro's eyes brightened, taking his hand and allowing himself to be pulled up. At that, his stomach rumbled loudly, which made his cheeks burn up. "...Your cooking is something I can't forget."

He gave him a small smile, lightly pinching his cheek. Muichiro could only groan in annoyance but didn't push him away. It was rare to see the oldest Hashira smile. It was bright as the sun, shining amongst the fog that clouded his mind. He wanted to remember it. "Is that so? I'm honored." He gives out a small laugh, bringing a smile to Muichiro's face.

Muichiro always feel like he could rely on him. Safe; is what he feels whenever he's with him. The youngest Hashira was glad that he, a man that had seen horrors for a decade now, kept treating the people close to him very compassionately. Muichiro wanted to call him something sort of a familial term because it just feels right.

He's too embarrassed to do so, though. But he knows he needn't because he looks at him as if he was his own child anyways.

Muichiro grabbed hold of his hand, eliciting a raised brow from the older man but Muichiro kept a blank face. He just let out a silent chuckle, gently squeezing his hand. "I'll make your favorite, is that okay?"

Muichiro squeezed back, nodding his head enthusiastically. "Okay."

He treated him differently like everyone else, quite the opposite if you will. He was a gentle reminder. Of his everyday life, of who he truly is, a child, and of his duties.

He was the end of her.

Everything she dreamt in a man, all of them fell on him. Mitsuri was in love. He was strong, fearsome in battle, and one of the most powerful Hashiras known to date. People both feared and admired him, but his scarred face, tall figure, and big body didn't scare her the slightest.

She genuinely wanted to get to know him better! He was distant, but also looked rather lonely. And with her friendliness and determination, she was rewarded with the fruit of her labor; a side of him that only a few ever got to experience. A side that was quite the opposite of how he looked like!

"What are you talking about?" He frowned, staring at her in disbelief. Mitsuri bit her bottom lip, avoiding his gaze, heart pounding against her chest. Gosh, he's so cute when he looks at her like that! "Is someone badmouthing you? Who? I'll deal with them-"

Mitsuri cut him off, shaking her head with a shaky smile on her lips and flustered face. "N-no! It's just... the lovers I had in the past... Well, they d-disliked my hair and stuff..." She explained, hands playing with one of her braids nervously. Now he was just confused, hand reaching for her round cheeks. She held back a sob, leaning against his touch and pressing her body against his. "They don't like how s-strong I am and... I'm so scared that... you think so too..."

He leaned down, kissing away the tears that rolled down her cheeks and caressing her pretty face. "How foolish of them to think like that of you when you're the prettiest women I've ever laid my eyes on," He whispered in her ear, making her shudder and grip his haori. She became flustered, stumbling over her words but he didn't give her time to respond.

"I love how your hair goes from pink to green, I love your light green eyes that remind me of matcha, the moles on your cheeks, your personality, and how strong you are." With each spoken devotion, he tells her, he presses a kiss on her plump lips, leaving her panting as a smile crept on her face.

"Mitsuri Kanjori, I love you just the way you are. You are beautiful and unique. Those men pushed you aside because they didn't see how much of a wonderful person you are." He wiped the stray tears that continued to fall, but his shoulders sagged in relief when he heard her let out a small giggle. Capturing her lips once more in a kiss, longer and more passionate, Mitsuri's arms wrapped around his shoulders.

He was everything that Misturi dreamt of ever since she joined the Demon Slayer Corps. Strong, someone who made her feel safe and protected, but also someone who made her feel loved. Someone who accepted her for who she truly is. He was a very sweet guy, she doesn't understand why rumors about him being unpleasant spread in the first place!

"I understand why you were worried but..." He muttered once he pulled away, panting lightly, "I feel lucky to have you... Especially when I look like this..." He sheepishly smiled.

Mitsuri could only hug him tight, eyes sparkling in adoration.

"What are you talking about? You're the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes on!"

Similar to him, he had scars. More than Obanai had. However, he never tried to cover them. He wore them with pride, a great reminder of all the treacherous battles he fought against demons. His scars showed his strength, screaming 'I survived!'. He was quite the opposite of him, in a sense.

Obanai envied him sometimes, but that envy is immediately chased away by him.

"Do they still hurt?" He asked, concern evident in his eyes. His thumb traced the scars that stretched up to his cheeks, hissing a little when throbbed. His hand flinched away, but Obanai grabbed his wrist, keeping it pressed against his skin. "Let me..." His fingers slowly began to lightly knead against his skin, massaging his scar.

It was the first time he's shown him his scars and frankly, he was quite nervous. He shouldn't be when he had more than Obanai did, but he was. His scars made him look terrifying, and they always reminded him of that damn demon.

But the moment he took off the bandages on his mouth, he looked at him differently than he expected. It wasn't pitying, nor disgust, it was understanding. Accepting. Loving. Relieved, that he trusted him enough to show his scars to him. It made his heart skip a beat.

And now that he was massaging his aching scars, he was experiencing bliss. For a moment, he had forgotten the pain the scars brought to him and only felt the soothing touches against them. It was a first for him to feel at ease with someone seeing his unmasked self. His true self.

"What about yours?" Obanai's gaze rested upon him, eyeing the multiple scars that littered across his face, glancing at the scarred limb of your amputated arm. Obanai's hands slowly trailed up to his face, doing the same soothing rolls of his fingers against his scars.

He let out a pleased sigh and smiled at Obanai. "Well, not anymore." He chuckled, pressing light kisses on his scars, one on his left and another on his right. Obanai couldn't help but sigh as well, heat creeping up to his neck.

"Thank you," He whispered, fingers delicately trailing his scar.

Obanai faintly smiled, chasing the warmth of his hand. "Thank you too,"

He was the calm, gentle wind that caresses your skin on a cool, cloudy day, while Sanemi was the chaotic, frenetic winds that make you tumble on a stormy night. Quite the opposite of him, and just what he needed in his life.

He was balance. The one who knew Sanemi deep inside, maybe even more than he knew himself.

"Rough day?" He whispers quietly to Sanemi whilst he raked his fingers through his hair, shifting his legs slightly to make his lap more comfortable for Sanemi to lie on. He could only nod his head to him, a tired sigh escaping his lips. "One of those days?" He nodded again, closing his eyes.

"Alright love, just rest." He brushed the hairs on his forehead, calloused but tender fingertips traced the scars on his face lovingly. He always told Sanemi how much he adored his scars, it made him feel so proud deep inside, that despite the struggles he went through, he was still here. Alive and fighting.

Sanemi wanted to say the same to him. He had far more scars than he'd ever seen on a person. So many disabilities and yet he strives for a better future where demons are eradicated and everyone is at peace. He never got the chance to say those words, but he knew he could tell just by the look in Sanemi's eyes. He thanked him for that night, and Sanemi's face turned red.

His touch against the sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine, earning another sigh from him. This time, it was a pleased one, as Sanemi's hands reached for his. "I've got you, okay?" He murmurs, voice so deep and soft that it's slowly lulling him to sleep.

People rumored him to be a terrifying and unpleasant man. Rumors were just rumors though, because he's more gentle than the light rains on cloudy days, more gentle than the soft tunes of birds singing in the morning. He treated Sanemi as if he were the most vulnerable thing in the world. And while he despised it at first, he never knew how much he craved such affection.

He was the calm to Sanemi's storm.

"Dislocated jaw, concussion, broken arm," Shinobu listed all the injuries he acquired from his last mission, brow twitching in irritation. He could hear the exasperation in her voice, a small smile forming on his lips despite his poor condition, "Sprained ankle, bruises in multiple parts of your body, a few broken ribs— why are you up?"

Shinobu looked away from him to read through his diagnosis, so why was he sitting up from his bed the moment she turns back to him? Her smile wavered as she held back the urge to scold him further when he stood up, slightly wobbling towards her.

"M'fine," He says, leaning down to look at her properly, eyes softening as his hand stiffly reached for her face, smoothing the creases that formed between her brows while pressing featherlight kisses under her eyes, right on the apple of her cheeks. "I could barely feel the pain."

Shinobu sighed, both from frustration and contentment. She let the smile fall from her lips and just leaned against his warm touch. Pressing her hands on his chest, she gently pushed him back. It forced him to walk backward until he reached the bed, sitting back down.

"Stupid," She grumbled under her breath, standing on her tiptoes to inch closer to his waiting lips, her heart beating faster hand she felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You should've avoided fighting that Uppermoon."

Pink dusted her cheeks when she saw the amused glimmer in his eye, tilting his head and letting their lips brush against each other, but not quite kissing yet. The grip she had on his kimono tightened, shooting him a glare for his teasing. All he could do was chuckle. "Sorry butterfly, Akaza says he's bored."

Shinobu scoffed, "You even know that demon's name?" Before she could complain further, or scold him for being reckless, he closed the gap between them, stealing Shinobu's breath away. His kisses were always so gentle and full of love. He kissed her as if it was his last, always pulling her close to him. It always made her weak in the knees.

"Don't worry, dear," He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, smile widening when he saw her flushed face and the glare he grew to love, "I'll make it up to you."

She rolled her eyes at that, pushing him down on the bed, and forcing him to lie down. Grabbing the forgotten clipboard on the ground, she walked to the cart near his bed to get his medicine. "Start by listening to your doctor's orders." It only made him chuckle, nodding obediently.

He was quite the opposite of how people perceived him. Herself included.

It always makes her heart tremble whenever he smiles at her. It's always so genuine, and beautiful, similar to the smiles from multiple famous paintings she's seen. She's blessed to be one of the only few people to see this side of him. Unlike hers, it was cold and a mask. She once thought that by letting him see her true self, one she had forgotten herself ever since her sister died, he would dislike her. But she proved him wrong, loving her even more.

He was the only one who could see her frowns, and she was the only one who could see his smiles.

↬ wives included

Tengen never regretted for a single second adding him to his big family.

He gets along flamboyantly with his wives, maybe even more than himself. Even so, all Tengen could feel was pure joy and adoration when he sees him amongst his wives. The three of them showed him the ropes of their daily lives in their estate and slowly but surely, he's grown accustomed to it.

"Woah! You made all this!?" Suma marveled, leaving all four of them in awe. All he did was smile, gesturing enthusiastically for them to sit down. Right in front of them was a table full of grandiose food, all made with love. "Everyone was out, and I had a day off so I decided to cook something special." He explained, cheeks red as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Makio's mouth watered at how good all the food smelled, seating herself next to him with a huge grin on her face. "This all looks so good! Thank you so much!" She nudged his arm with her elbow, a sign of her appreciation.

Hinatsuru had a worried look on her face, sitting next to Makio and glancing at Tengen. "Shouldn't you be resting? That's why Oyakata-sama gave you a rest day... It's not like I don't appreciate though." She says with a gentle smile.

He let out a nervous chuckle, his smile widening when Tengen sat on his other side, fumbling with his fingers. "Ah well, that's not all I did today." His statement elicited raised brows from all four of them whilst they ate, "I did some chores... Cleaning, laundry, you name it."

His three wives and himself all looked at him in shock. "What!? You didn't have to do that!" Suma fretted, a frown evident on her lips. "Yeah! We could've done them all together..." Makio worriedly examined his face for any trace of exhaustion or any sort of pain.

But his smile remained, shyly playing with his kimono. "I... well, it's sort of a thank you for being so accepting of me..." He says, eyes softening when his gaze fell upon them. "Everyone has been so kind and patient to me, I just wanted to return the favor. I was tired, sure, but with all of you in mind, doing chores became quite enjoyable." He chuckled, sipping on his cup of tea.

If someone were to ask Tengen why he liked him when he was so dull and uptight. Well, firstly, he will say that he's quite the opposite of how they view him, then proceed to proudly preach how much of a flamboyant person he was! He was full of color, it was just never expressed to strangers and such. Now that he's one of his lovers, he was lucky enough to see the bundle of colors hidden behind his walls. He played a beautiful, gentle tune, that puts him to ease. All of these, he and his wives have been graced to experience them all.

He never fails to surprise Tengen, a big grin on his face whilst he let out a boisterous laugh. "How sweet of you! Thank you so much, my dear!" He said between laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss on your temple, earning a small giggle from him. His wives felt the same, fawning over him and showering multiple kisses on his face.

His smile was the most beautiful of them all, a part of him that he adored the most. That's why he promised himself to make him smile more as long as he's alive.

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ramonathinks · 7 months

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nanami drabble based on this (minors do not interact)

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again

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nkogneatho · 16 days

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘? 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐀 𝐏𝐕𝐒𝐒𝐘.

— top jjk pussy starved men.

— cw: fem!reader, cunningulus, cowgirl, monsterfucking, squirting, overstimulation, edging, nicknames, pure filth.

— a/n: this is dj khaled's worst nightmare ifykyk, sukuna's is nastier than your room where you're lying in your bed reading this rather than cleaning it.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

"atta girl. atta fucking girl!" satoru was so proud of you for riding his dick like it was your last. your body bounced on his, ass slapped so loud against his crotch that it was louder than the moans slipping from your lips.

gojo looked at you like a beast as he rested his shoulders and head on the bed frame, sitting up a little, making sure to get a good view. you made eye contact with him for a second and watched him stare at your pussy. he had heart eyes watching where you and him connected.

"getting tired, toru. nee—uh! need your help"

"aww princess. thought you'd never ask," his hands traveled your from your bent knees, to your thighs till they reached your ass and gave it a loud smack. you knew the consequences of asking him for help because this man won't stop until you've gone limp.

gojo grabbed a handful of your ass and used it to bounce you on his cock. his triceps flexed as bobbed you till your pussy stretched on his member. you watched as his tongue swiped against his lips and forged into a mischievous grin. his pace fastened and he hit your walls with so much force that it had your bed creaking and his ass levitate in the air for a millisecond.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck!! c'mon, baby. s—stretch it more. wanna cum in this—holy shit—cum in your pretty pussy."

"toruuuu," you cried as you rolled your head back in pleasure, barely keeping up with him.

"look—ahh how pretty she looks swallowing my cock in—goddamn! let's make her even prettier. let's paint her in my cum, y-yeah? fuckin—ahhhh! he moaned practically louder as he shot his load in you, his movements never stopping because he is a pussy starved whore. you could feel his trimmed white pubes stimulating your clit causing her to cum following his climax.

"fhuck princessh! huh! need m-more." you could barely comprehend his words because he was panting so much overstimulating himself. but he still craved for more, living up his pussy starved whore title.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

"don't fuckin' move," his hand snaked tighter around your thighs.

"'s too much," you cried, fingers seconds away from tearing the bedsheets. toji had been eating your pussy for almost an hour. but the worst part was he hadn't let you come even once. the first fifteen minutes were fun but now it was plain torture. your pussy was so sensitive at this point that either needed to orgasm, or get the fuck away from the animal's face in front of you. is his jaw not hurting? you thought.

"toji, pleaaasee. lemme cum," you pleaded. his lips grinned against your pussy.

"wanna cum, yeah? do it yourself." he pulled away to look at your confused face. "grind this sweet pussy on my face, doll." you were scared he was going to pull something mean again. yet, you did it anyway because your brain doesn't work much when your pussy is hungry.

you were still in the same position, hips starting to jerk against his face. toji stirred his tongue out flat rubbing against your clit. with each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your high. toji felt it coming before you and to make sure he'd get to drink all your juice, he latched his lips on your pussy as you shuddered when you came.

"anh! anh! toji—ffhuuck!!" his teeth caused you to overstimulate and whine. your body trembled post climax for atleast forty five more seconds before your torso finally laid flat on the body. toji climbed up and peppered you in his kisses, lips covered in your juices crashing against your skin.

"ready for round two?"

"fuck off."

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

"can't fucking run away tonight, can you?"

you never thought you'd ever feel so helpless. sukuna had your wrists pinned abover your head with his two hands, the other two held your thighs apart so he can savour all of that pretty pussy.

his one dick teased your hole and the other rubbed between your asscheeks. you watched in horror as well as excitement as a big mouth appeared on his stomach. you knew he was a monster that could do things like this, but this was your first time seeing it upclose. the mouth grinned before a big wide tongue rolled out it, licking a long stripe that started from your pussy and ended on your tits. you were curious if it could go farther. it did. it forced his way meeting your tongue. but yours was so tiny compared to his, almost invisible under it's presence.

"go ahead. give it a kiss." he ordered.

your jaw finally relaxed as the tongue pulled out, a hefty amouth of saliva drenched your tits, you lifted your head up and planted a kiss on the edge of it. the tongue retracted, and you thought it was over. but it was a mere distraction as when you looked down, both his cocks had filled your either holes, the tip barely in.

"shit. need you more wet." he said before the mouth on his stomach spat on your pussy, your labia soaked as much as the bedsheets under you. the tongue massaged your clit, making you stretch and giving the monster in front of you an opening to attack your hole. sukuna bottomed out and you gasped in pain.

"kunaaaa! ahh—meanie."

"I had to, woman."

sukuna made sure to start with slow thrusts but when he felt your pussy getting used to the size, he started going more intense. he felt you shaking under him so when he looked down you were already cumming. with no second thoughts, he pulled out his cock, and his stomach tongue filled your pussy till the tip could feel your velvety walls.

"he is hungry. let him, sweetheart."

you came so hard that you vibrated against his big body. he felt it. you were about to squirt. sukuna lifted you up in the air so easily on his bigger tongue so that all your juices flowed directly on it and you watched. you felt so filthy but when you looked at him, he couldn't take his eyes off how your pussy juice created a small stream on the surface of the wide stomach tongue. you saw his neck bob as he was savouring the taste of you even though he never took you in his real mouth.

"mmhm. you're sweeter than i imagined." a new mouth appeared on his hand and licked away your tears. slowly, a few more manifested on his body.

"how about you let all my boys taste you?"

@osachiyo @hellkaiserinphoenix @audrinui @ilhvm @wifeyana @rizzmin @venusiansilk @suchawasteofagirl @blondieeu @lavalampfullofsoup @getoloverr @tojilvrs

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m-ayo-o · 2 months

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You were introduced to Toji Fushiguro only seconds ago, but he's already thinking about how many inches he could fit inside you.

He eyes you up and down through your clothing, as if he's measuring the space from your pelvis up to your midriff.

"Should be enough."

He mutters out loud, speaking his mind.

"Pardon, Mr. Fushiguro?"

He wonders what your ass would look like in his hands, how your breasts would fill his fists, and then he imagines... how you'd sound when you cum all over his dick.

He knows he won't have to wait long.

#jjk x reader #toji imagine #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk thoughts #jjk drabble #toji drabbles

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laurasimonsdaughter · 2 months

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Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

#dragon #dragons #sorry sis <3 #laura drabbles #fantasy #this was accidentally inspired by the moviestruck podcast

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suguann · 2 months

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Virgin!Gojo who thought you only wanted to make out when you came to snuggle on his lap, but now he's muffling hitched groans into your shoulder, thighs spreading unconsciously as you grind onto his steadily hardening dick.

"Toru it feels so good," you whine.

Your fists twist into his sweater, and his thighs twitch at how eager you are. His last slip of restraint is when he finally looks down to find a wet patch on the front of your panties and how you're starting to form a dark gray spot on his sweats.

"Want you to touch me." Your voice is sweet and indulgent when you grab his large palm and slide it down your front to dip between your legs. "Please."

Virgin!Gojo who's throat bobs when he swallows, his fingers drawing slow, unsure circles against the cotton hiding your cunt from him, letting out a low groan from finally feeling the mess you made.

"Fuck—yeah, okay, baby, but just this and then we finish our movie."

But after you cum on his fingers, the movie becomes nothing but white noise playing in the background.

Virgin!Gojo who lasts all of a minute and a half, cumming as soon as you roll the condom on, and he hides his face when you breathe a soft little, “oh.”

But then his softening dick jerks when you touch the drying cum on his stomach, and bring that finger to your mouth.

“It tastes good,” you smile, then scoop up more and drag it between your legs. “Can you do it inside me next time?”

It's the fastest he's ever gotten hard before, and once he's finally inside you, he's not sure why he wasted time with a condom when he's pretty sure the soft-wet between your legs ruins him for other women—his eyes rolling back at the slick feel of your tight-hot walls gripping his cock.

Because it’s the only cunt he ever wants to have.

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moechies · 2 months

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nanamin’s sensitive balls :( <3

his balls are always so full and so stiff, no matter how many times he cums. and that’s what makes them so terribly sensitive, especially when they press against your plush ass when he takes you.

but when your lips are wrapped around his balls, he swears he sees fucking stars. his breath labors, one hand slowly tightening in your hair as your sucking gets sloppier, and his balls get wetter; he can barely stand it.

“f-fuck.. darling, hold.. hold on..”

you whine around him when he attempts to pull you away, but you’re not willing to do so. vibrations from your throat shooting straight to his cock, allowing it to leak short spurts of pre and dirtying his tip.

and when he feels your hand crawl up to his cock, he loses it.

he moans like a loser, feeling all of what your small hand has to offer, desperately jerking at his leaky swollen tip.

“fuck, fuck, fuck..”

he can’t seem to spew anything else, head thrown back with his abs violently convulsing at the overload of pleasure.

he ends up cumming so much he’s basically shooting blanks, cum spilling all over his tummy with a bit spurting on your flushed face and in your hair.

he’s still panting heavily when you crawl up to his torso thinking you’re about to offer him a sweet kiss, but instead you go to lick a long stripe of cum off your husband’s stomach.

you end up having to take off work the next day. :((

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #<333 nanamin #nanami x reader smut #nanami x you #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami smut #nanami kento #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

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maaarshieee · 1 year

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⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 ୧ ⎯⎯

➢ Il Dottore x Gɴ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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a/n - this is dedicated for my boo (/p)! truthfully i was gonna make an analysis on kazuha next but i love my boo and dottore is kinda hot like that. anyways this is my iteration of him so it may to may be occ on the way i write him :) either way i hope you like this! titled "worshipper", have a good day/night! part 3 of marshie's oneshot/drabble after his character analysis :)

↬ cw: mentions of experimentation, injuries, blood (kinda graphic description of it too), torture (brief), slight obsessive behavior

It was a miscalculation on his part.

Dottore wasn't a stranger to failure. He encounters it more often than not, it's part of the process after all. To learn from your past mistakes to avoid further setbacks. Failure is imminent and a constant when it comes to experiments like these, especially with human bodies. They are weak, fragile; prone to break if not carefully used.

And yet...

"Shit..." You wheezed, clutching your sides as you curled up into a ball on the cool, metallic bed once he unstrapped you from it, groaning and writhing in unbearable pain. Blood spilled from your lips as you closed your eyes, biting on your bottom lip, hard, just to suppress the screams that threatened to escape your throat. Dottore's multiple segments all frantically moved in the laboratory, immediately trying to figure out what went wrong under Dottore's command, while he would check up on you, all by himself.

It was his fault that you got hurt anyways.

Dottore had always preferred the process of experimentation than the end result, taking joy from the way their face would scrunch up, tears prickling their eyes as they beg for mercy with such desperation. It sends shivers up his spine. The color of their spilled blood on the floor, the way they squirm, and much much more.

But when it comes to you...

"Lay down properly," Dottore commanded calmly, a frown evident on his lips. He carefully placed you down on a different bed, one with a mattress and pillows, and not a hard, cool surface. Dottore ought to get a better bed for your experimentations...

If you didn't know better, you would've assumed that he was displeased at his miscalculation and that he was dreading fixing whatever was broken within you with the look he wore on his face. Even with half of his face covered, one could easily tell he was in a bad mood.

Though, it was the opposite. From the brief moment, you could open your eyes, you catch glimpses of Dottore. He was gritting his teeth, hands hovering above your trembling form, hesitant to touch you after what he had done to you. "I... I can't ease the pain if you're curled up like that..."

His voice was barely above a whisper, a pitch higher, leaning down close to your face, to further observe your reactions. Even the faintest touch causes you to flinch and hiss in pain. He was careful to wipe off the blood with a clean piece of cloth that poured from your mouth and stained your shirt.

Dottore thought that blood has the prettiest colors.

But the sight of yours sinking into your own clothes and drying on your skin, made him feel...

He doesn't apologize. In fact, you don't remember when was the last time Dottore verbally apologized to you. He hasn't done anything that required him to ask for forgiveness, but he also never spoken those words to you ever since the both of you were expelled from the Akademiya. But he never needed to anyways.

His actions already speak out loud for him. From making sure you were comfortable, personally taking care of you, and not leaving you to his segments, and the frown on his lips, slightly quivering at the sight of you.

You needn't had to speak either to let him know you've forgiven him. Just by simply gripping onto Dottore's arm, he knew that you still trusted him. That whatever was happening to you, he'd solve it and make all the pain go away.

"Urk... I'm dyin'..." You whimper, eyes squeezed shut and gasping for air as blood began to drip down your nose. "Hurts so much..." Dottore just sighed, raking his gloved hands through your hair in hopes you'd ease up, and shushing you softly.

What was this... emotion... he was feeling again? The way his stomach drooped when you began tugging on the straps of the metal bed. What was it again? When his heart stuttered at the sight of blood suddenly erupting from your mouth? When his mouth felt dry when he saw the fear in your eyes?

Ah yes, it was guilt, wasn't it?

"You're not dying," He reassured you, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more, pushing back the hairs that stuck on your forehead, "I'll make it up to you, so close your eyes and leave it up to me."

You've been bedridden for the past couple of days.

Recovering, but much slower than Dottore would've liked. Most of his projects have been put to a halt to focus on your well-being. If he wasn't able to, he'd make sure to assign many segments to care for you, much to his dismay.

This wasn't the first time you were hurt because of his experiments, but this one, in particular, had the worst outcome. He managed to figure it out in the end, of course. He worked tirelessly to take away all your pains, and even now, you still felt it.

But now you're back to your annoying self, taking advantage of his rare, caring nature towards you. You teased him for insisting on feeding you when you've already told him that you can eat on your own. You smirk at him for helping you walk around his lab if needed, though he'd force you to stay on your bed when you start experiencing pains again.

Deep down, Dottore really cares. So much so that he'd been ignoring his duties to the Fatui and putting his research aside just for you. You've always known this, despite his rudeness, apathetic attitude, and hot-headedness toward everyone. He even treats you differently than everyone else.

Writing on a clipboard, Dottore sat on a chair beside your bed. He had just finished checking your vitals and it was better than yesterday. He says that you'd be good as new in a few more days. While the recent experiment was an oversight, it somewhat improved you in some other ways.

Even though you like teasing Dottore and watching him get riled up, you do feel guilty for holding him back. The amount of time and care he puts into you is very endearing, seeing the occasional softer side of his, you can't help but feel like you're burdening him.

"The sooner I get better, the sooner you can get back to your research." You commented once, comfortably lying down on your bed and staring at the ceiling absentmindedly. You hear Dottore scoff from afar, putting away your medicine in a drawer. "Forget research, you kept whining about dying so I had to shut you up." His sharp remark made you chuckle, eyeing Dottore from across the room.

"Is it hard to admit that you just care about me so much, Dottie?" You teased, a shit-eating grin stretching your lips when you saw him crinkle his nose at the stupid nickname. "I saw you, you know? Stumbling around the lab looking for proper medicine."

Dottore could only shake his head, placing down the clipboard on a table and walking towards you, arms crossed. "I should've kept you on anesthetics, it was much more peaceful without your senseless yapping." That was an obvious lie, you snorted at his dishonesty, staring at him humorously.

"But of course, Childe totally didn't tell me that there was practically a storm in here whenever he managed to catch a quick glimpse of the lab. Said he's never seen so many stressed Dottores in his life." You murmur casually, smirking at the irritated doctor.

Dottore scowled at that, "How did that fiend manage to get in here?" Displeased at the fact he even got to speak to you. He'll never understand why you even get along with him. (Dottore is already there for you anyways, so why? It makes his blood boil.)

Smiling at him, you patted the space next to you. With little resistance, he sat down, close to you, and sighed. You immediately leaned against him, head on his shoulder and a hand holding his arm. If there was one thing that Dottore enjoyed; it was the closeness that you could only share with one another.

The smile you always wear on your face whenever he's close to you is always a cherry on top.

"Hey," You quietly called out to him, looking up at him and placing your chin on his shoulder. He hummed in acknowledgment, glancing at you. "If I become a god, what then?" You ask out of the blue. Dottore wanted to believe this is just one of your silly questions to test his patience, but the distant look in your eyes.

Dottore frowned at that, and you immediately defended yourself; "It's not like I want to back out with what we've already started." You began, laying your head back on his shoulder, and slid your hand down to his, picking on his gloves nervously. "Were too far deep in this, and I believe were not too far from accomplishing it... I just wonder what we'll do afterward."

He isn't much the type to think ahead of his plans. That just leads to useless overthinking. But he can't also blame you for it. After all, you agreed to be his test subject, and if he were to ever succeed, you'll become a god.

You honestly expected him to brush off that question without second thoughts and lecture you about overthinking thinking things, or say that it's a stupid question, but to your surprise, he was mulling it over, tilting his head.

"When you become a god," He emphasized, and you felt his glare behind his mask, "I'll make sure to guide you since if I leave you on your own, who knows what would happen to you?" He tried to sound annoyed, shaking his head.

You smirked, holding onto his arm tighter. "Haha, like a follower then?" You merely joked, not expecting much of a reaction from him. Perhaps a curse or a flick on your forehead. Instead, he hummed at that thought, further surprising you. "Wait, you're seriously—"

He could care less about the gods, Vision holders, and other people really, and the only thing that mattered to him other than his research was you. The one who stuck with him despite others deeming him a "monster". You treated him like how you treated everyone else. You were just like him if you continued to encourage his crude research. So he could never let you go, nor he could ever allow you to let go of him.

Perhaps his offer to make you into a god had ulterior motives. Selfish intentions. And perhaps you'd just laugh your head off once you find out.

Dottore took your hand on his, lacing his fingers with yours, and answered: "But of course, your first worshipper. I won't let anything get in the way of my god."

You were his only exception. Something to behold in the eyes of people. His creation, yes, but a creation that was worthy of his worship. His efforts. His heart.

You could only laugh at his response, the manic grin he'd grown to love grew, squeezing his hand. "Is this a lifelong proposal?"

Dottore sighed, "Think whatever you want to think," But he never denied it.

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nezuscribe · 4 months

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(nsfw, 18+)

gojo hates the fact that you go on dates.

he despises it whenever you bring another guy over, wants to jam a pencil into his ears whenever he hears you moan (horribly) when the guy fails to make you come.

but he loves it whenever you come sulking back to him.

“mmh, f-fuck, ‘toru slow down!” you cry around his fat cock, your fingers digging into his shoulder has your legs lock around his waist.

“you know you love it,” he seethes, his hair flipping into his face as sweat dots at his forehead. you look gorgeous like this; the makeup you so carefully did earlier smudged and running down your face as tears streak down your cheeks.

“y-yeah, but…” you trail off into a loud whine when he drops his hand down to rub at your clit, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling.

“but what?” he presses, dropping his face down to suck at your neck and chest, leaving behind dark marks in their wake, knowing anybody who saw you would see them.

“you’re usually, fuck, you’re usually not this…” you think about the right word in the midst of his relentless pounding, biting in your lip as he pinches your nipple a between two fingers, tugging at it harshly as you cry out again, “a-aggressive.”

the grin he gives you is toothy, eyes blazing a dark blue as he pulls at your bottom lip, nipping at it as his dick prods at the gummy spot deep within you.

“just need to give you a reminder sweetheart.” he says, nudging at your jaw as you tilt your head towards, giving him room to plant wet and messy kisses on your neck. his hips pick up pace as he feels you clenching more around him, the dim light from his lamp highlighting the way your essence shines around his length, mixing with his pre.

“need a, f-fuck! need a reminder for what?” you pout, your eyes so sweet yet your body so fucking tempting as you pull him closer to you, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave some red lines.

“that, shit,” he takes in a deep breath, his eyes rolling back as he feels himself about to come, “that nobody can fuck you the way i do.”

his thumb on your clit moved faster as your whines and moans fill with his groans, your back arching, tits pressing into his chest as you feel him come inside you, your orgasm following his as you see white. you feel like your about to pass out with the way he continue to pump his dick and and out of you, making sure that you don’t waste his cum.

he slows to a stop, dropping his massive build on top of you as you let him.

“see?” he says after a beat, and despite the fact that he’s cocky and too full of himself, he’s right.

“yeah,” you heave a sigh, giving up as you tug on some of his hairs in annoyance, “you’re my best fuck by far.”

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nkogneatho · 1 month

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can't stop thinking about king!gojo who is so strict and intimidating in his court. the whole kingdom is scared of him. when he walks in the room, the chatters immediately silence as if you could hear even a pin drop clearly. when he speaks, everyone holds their breath and only exhale when the king is done with his sentence. his voice is not loud or hoarse either. it's mellow and alluring. but people know behind that sugar laced voice, is someone who shows no mercy who does him wrong. people have seen him behead his enemies within five seconds in the conversation. he spares none. he is ruthless. but you...

you are his weakness. his queen. no one knows what happens behind the castle's door. no one knows how he gets on his knees, kissing up your ankle to your thigh as he slowly lifts your night gown. no one knows how he is pleading you to let him have a taste of you. kissing it and licking it. nobody knows how their ruthless king has your thighs choking him as he eats you. the same voice that sends shivers down everyone's spine is now begging you to make a mess on his face. if someone were to glance at your window, they'd see his pale face glistening in your juices in the candlelights, blood rushed to his nose and cheeks like he has taken an aphrodisiac. your hands tugging his white strands. you take your hand back before you pull too hard and hurt him but he yanks your wrist forward, placing them back on his head. he looks up at you, parting his face from your core.

"pull till you see tears in my eyes. it is an order."

fuck. king's order. what choice do you have despite following it.

#i should stop yapping about gojo tbh #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #writers #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #royal au #jjk drabbles #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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inmaki · 3 months

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gojo showing off your back scratches to geto

( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .

contains: sex talk, desc of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)

everything was relatively peaceful in suguru's apartment. key word: relatively.

a forgettable yet appreciated sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting downpours of rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.

there was only one thing ruining his peace.

all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.

despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.

"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.

right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.

great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—

"i fucked her!"

suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.

big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.

"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.

"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"

unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"

"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"

at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.

"oh god, don't make that stupid face—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.

"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.

it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."

suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.

a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.

"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.

turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."

it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.

not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.

and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.

"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"

an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."

"huh. surprised you could last."

as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."

geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.

even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—

satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"

he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."

over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.

maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.

mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)

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