#you cryin?

[honeeslust]

Satoru Gojo | you cryin?

🖤 inspo for this comes from that slutty gif of Satoru in the box. I know well all collectively had… thoughts… but couple that with the ‘you cryin’ and yea… lets go!

🖤 WC 4100+

Could you imagine falling in love with someone like Satoru? The man can process anything coming his way faster than it can even be perceived. This is except when it came to falling for you.

That being said, he's not going to baby you into the supernatural three ring circus that is his life. That would be arrogantly irresponsible.

As soon as he knew you weren't going anywhere, he made a point to teach you to fear the dangers of his world as he understood better than anyone the cost of bearing such a burden. One of the first things he made sure you understood was how to be wary of the places that gave off a any kind of bad vibes.

But... it wasn't like you set out for this... but you know what they say about the curious cat...

An uncharacteristically frantic Satoru is losing his mind when you don't make it home at your usual time. It really could've only been about 10 minutes past the time you were due to be home but at the moment, none of his thoughts were logical. Not when he could almost immediately intuit the danger you'd found yourself in.

... Somewhere else

You're bound by your wrists to something sturdy above your head. Your body is so weak you can't even pick your head up enough to make out what it is you're tied to. Even after jerking around with all your might, the chains retaining you hadn't so much as budged.

It was hopeless. And now your murky vision has to be betraying you. Your surroundings were moving in ways it shouldn't.

And was that... a man just now?

Your eyes swept the area around you to find nothing but the dark empty expanse staring back at you. Every ounce of your energy having mysteriously been sapped from your body. Defeated by the onset of fatigue, your head hangs between your shoulders.

Shit Satoru. I fucked up...

Yea. You did sweetheart.

A voice echoes out from somewhere nearby, but every direction you turn in is still just an endless sea of black. Panicked, your words wisp out of you shakily.

Wha-?..who are you?

I'm Mahito...

The disembodied voice calls out to answer you as he figure slowly emerges from the shroud of darkness ahead of you.

Thanks for making this easy for me.

Why the hell am I here Mahito?

Isn't it obvious? Satoru! He'll come running for you. And when he does well... he's no longer gonna be a problem for us.

Your chains rattle against the reinforcement as you struggle to turn away from the foreign hand now clutching your face in a harsh grip. The entity winks at you. His hand is hot on your face, hotter than it should be. It makes your skin crawl and you flinch away in disgust.

Don't fucking touch me.

His lip draws under his annoyingly perfect teeth, as he looks you over pleased with your choice of costume.

Hah! Quite a mouth you got on you little angel. If only I could get locked in here with you, Im sure I could make a devil outta you.

Tch. Ooh. If only. you snide teasing him with a pathetic pout before you spit right in his beautiful face.

Wait. What did he mean...locked ? As in.. inside?

God-fucking-damnit!

Mahito swings his powder blue locks over his shoulder, breaking into a fit of maniacal laughter. He smears the wad of saliva from his face to lick it from his finger.

Fuck! Satoru's a lucky one.

You seem like you'd be so much fun.

Ah well. I'm sure you would've made a fine plaything. Its a shame I gotta leave you here now.

Too bad. So sad Mahito. Best be on your way, bitch.

Your body trembles, betraying the evil glare you aim in his direction. What he'd said before was beginning to sink in.

Locked in...

Fuck me!!

Mahito comes closer to you, making you flinch away.

I guess you're right. I'm sure he'll be here soon and I'm not trying to fight him...Even I know my limits.

He stoops in front of you, his bicolored irises flashing in delight as he reaches past your ear to play with the hem of your angel wing. Guess this is goodbye pretty one.

With that, retreats. Vanishing into the shadows leaving you stranded in the dreadfully cold loneliness. The accompanying darkness enclosing you doesn't help your nerves much either.

As if things couldn't get any weirder. A faint blue fog appears before you and seemingly moves toward you. It creeps closer and closer. Moving about unnaturally as it does so. A hand made out of bones materializes out of the cloud and then... more and more of them emerge. Entire skeletons. Swarming in around you until youre body is swallowed whole by the vapor.

...

Y/n......

Y/n. Wakeup.

Hmm? God Satoru what?

Baby. Wake up.

Your eyes flick open and you're ready to slap Satoru for waking you up before the sun when you didn't need to be.

But wait! This wasn't youre room, this wasn't even a place. You were as happy to see Satoru as you were horrified to see that you're still tethered to the chains from before.

You found quite a place to try and have a nap. Sweetheart.

You know I wasn't napping Satoru ... Now can you help!! you say yanking the chains.

Tsk tsk tsk. He admonishes with a shake of his head. I won't lie. This sucks

Yea it does. Help me outta these won't you.

Mmmm.

What do you mean mmm?

I mean... I did try and tell you....

You scoff rolling your eyes hating exactly how right he was. He told you. Time and time again. Halloween is the worst time to be out and about as a newly awakened sorcerer.

Ugh okay. Baby you made your point. You gripe putting on your best pout and jangling your chains in his direction. C'mon. Satoru let me outta this.

I don't think I will. Not until you answer me one thing...Why were you out here alone?

Because I wanted to be. I can handle myself just fine, thank you. You say proudly even though you knew that in your current predicament,  you looked at least 2 sizes too small to for the big shit you talked.

Oh you can huh? He exclaims bearing a crooked smile down at you. But did you ever happen to stop and consider what I said about Halloween.

No. I didn't. You lie.

Immediately. You're met with a look of disbelief.

You don't huh...?

He cocks his head to the side. Leaning over you to jostle your chains.

... You comfortable like this sweetheart? He says rubbing the side of your face suggestively.

You roll your eyes. You know I'm not.

So then tell me why? You're a fucking danger magnet. It follows you wherever you go. You know and you pull this shit?.

Satoru recalls the moments he spent panicking when he couldn't get a read on your energy.   And that was exactly what they had hoped for when they dangled the chance to save you in front of him. For the second time in his life, hes d walked into a trap.

He kneels on the ground in front of you,  and arm draped across his thigh, the other caesses the side of your face. Why would you risk it y/n?

You stare back at him, too stunned by the vulnerable look in his eye to keep your attitude. Does it matter?

The hell are you asking me right now? Yeah y/n it matters to me that you put yourself in danger.

Awwww. Satoruuu. Were you worried? You sing songed out, teasing him.

His ears burned red.

Shut it. But yes. Obviously I was Sweetheart.

Fiiiine. Fine. You say giving him a small smile. But for real Satoru...You taking me outta this or not?

He glances up over your head, sizing up the length of your chains. Yeah. I will...Once I figure this out.

What?

Oh yea. Guess it seems this place was designed to keep me from using my abilities. So we're trapped here until the people out side can figure out how to get us out.

You're kidding!

Nope.

Fuck. Your voice shakes as the panicking kicks in. What in the actual fuck am I supposed to do now? You ask when you notice him looking down at you.

But wait Sweetheart. I can't lie. You look good in this position.

Tsk...Boy! Don't start. Baby you have to get me outta this.

What?....I'm allowed. I mean baby, you had me going crazy. And now well...I feel like I need to take advantage of this interesting little situation we find ourselves in. Gimme a moment to appreciate you like this.

You glare at your boyfriend. No way this angel eyed menace meant that.

No you creep. You're crazy Satoru. Cmon.

You're so annoyed with your boyfriend but there a glint in his eye as he's staring down at you in your vulnerable state. The depth of those ocean eyes could drown you a hundred times over and right now there was a storm brewing behind them. He was truly enjoying the sight of you, twisting so feebly as if you really wanted to deny this could and would happen. This situation was completely fucked. Sure. But damnit if it wasn't the stuff good girls who keep their heads stuck in smutty books would cream over.

No...You're not seriously considering....

Why not? Baby you're so fucking hard headed.

You laugh.. Yeah and...?

A hard head will make for a soft ass. Every. Fucking. Time Sweetheart.

Why did that send a sneaky little quiver right to that spot? Oh right, cause no matter how screwed you might be. It'd be worth it to let Satoru have his way with you. His mean side is his sexiest side.

Now you'd pissed him off. Sure. But Satoru figures why fight about it when you could fuck about it.

I like you like this. All that mouth on you. No where to run off to... Shit. Why didn't I think of this?

Your complexion ripens under his gaze. God. You're loving this aren't you?

You have no idea.

He lowers himself to your eye level, giving you that cocky smile of his but his piercing stare emanates something more than just frustration. Could it have been a little bit of relief you saw in his eye?

Before you could figure it out, he kisses you. Long and hard, his hands encompass your face as if he couldn't let you go. Your cheeks burn in the palm of his hands as his tongue rolls around your mouth, the strokes of his tongue resonating between your legs in repeated pangs pleasure. He breaks away, pressing his fore head against yours.

You make me crazy y/n you know that don't you?

But I thought you liked a challenge Satoru?

Fair enough. But... I don't know..

He skims a finger down the front of your blouse before he pulls his eyes back to meet yours.

... There is only so much a man can take sweetheart.

He tears the thin fabric away with ease making you yelp in response. You stomach tightens, flesh bared and prickling with goosebumps.

But...

Shhh now. I think you like making me like this.  He quiets you, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

But Satoru I...

Any aht! Say the truth. It's just us here after all.

You're panting heavily staring at him with wide eyes.

Maybe... You hesitate, drawing your eyes to his lips, still rosy and wet from your kiss. Maybe it's fun to ruffle those perfect feathers of yours a little...

Is that right?

You shrug... Guess I can't help myself.

He slowly begins to reach his hand down to your waist, keeping his eyes fixed on yours as he does so.

The clatter of the chains reminds you where you are and for a moment, you question whether you can do this here.

I didn't mean to get snatched though. You call out in a weak attempt to make up for the stress you considered you might've put him through.

No you didn't... But here we are. Guess there's nothing else we can do except maybe this.

He tucks his fingers into the strap of your lingirie and snaps the tight band against your skin. You shiver, rattling the chains again.

Uh...Shouldn't we use our time more productively Satoru?

Yeah, I'm about to...Let me get these off you.

He tears at the suspenders keeping your wings attached and they fall the the ground. He rips open the white lacey bodice, leaving you in nothing but the tight thigh highs and gstring, and matching body harness up top

He's kneels before you, pressing his body between your legs. His palms brush softly up the sides of your thighs as he asserts himself over your body.

He glares down at you, his hand groping at the tented area of his pants.

I think it's time we make up don't you think.

You bring your foot up to his shoulder and nudge him away with a feeble kick. God, I cannot stand you.

I should be saying that to you.

Whatever.

Excuse me?

He leans in to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

Whatever Sat— the sudden use of his tongue in your favorite spot catches you off guard.

... What was that now sweetheart?

He asks boasting a cheeky grin as he continues to kiss his way further down your body.

His lips halt their movement right at your navel, granting you only a single moment of clarity. Your eyes open to see him giving you a dangerous look.

Now about that apology.

Your eyes opened wide. What apology? I've done nothing wrong.

No? He asks now trailing his fingers along the wet edge of your panties.

I am.

Your sure? He says looping his finger around the damp fabric and pulling it to the side.

Yes. I don-- ahhh you cried out tugging against your chains and tossing your head back.

His fingers lazily slip between your folds, effectively putting a stop to the sure tantrum you were about to throw.

He prods your clit with his thumb, biting down on his lip as he regards the pleasure overtaking your features.

I'm listening... He suggests slowly dipping his fingers inside.

Use your words baby. I'm gonna need that apology. C'mon. It's easy. Iiii— 

He croons teasingly curling his finger inside and pulsing it right against the spot he knew would have your toes curling in no time.

Your legs squeezed together around his arm making him laugh aloud while adding another finger. He begins to pulse them inside you.

Fuuuck Toru...

Yea I know. Say it baby.

Damnit. He's too good at this.

I'm sorry...fuck baby, right there. You squeel in satisfaction,  drool beginning to pool in your mouth as your core twisted tighter.

Hmmm. I'm not convinced.

Why don't you try again?

His fingers are rutting in and out of you.The warm enclosure wrings tight around them until you're spilling forth everything, mewling out how sorry you were.

He sets back onto his legs, looking down appreciatively at his little brat, trussed up and convulsing with pleasure when he gets an idea.

He lifts the hem of his shirt over his head a tosses them to the side. He reaches up somewhere over your head and you feel a yank on the chain. A sudden sound of shrieking metal fills your ears, jarring you back into your body.

Did he just???

Sato-?

You're dragged forward until your wrists are pinned into his chest, leaving you unable to unleash your barrage of verbal assaults at him.

You Fu-— your words are muzzled into his kiss and he groans, tightly grabbing the cusp of your ass in a grip that almost hurt. He punctuates the kiss with a sound smack to your rear.

He unlocks his lips from yours, and pushes against your shoulders, forcing a gasp out from your lips.

Satoru? You begged watching him wind the harsh metal chain around his fist. The metal grated against itself as he clinched it tight, giving the metal a yank until the steel bit down into your flesh.

You say your sorry Sweetheart...? Show me.

He was perfection. His slutty little waistline is accentuated by the way his hip jutted out to the he side. Your eyes dropped to the large print lying across his thigh and as mad as you were, your mouth watered.

He undoes his pants and lets them sag around his waist. He flips his dick out over the top and pumps himself slow.

Get it wet pretty girl... maybe I'll believe you. He says with a flick of your chain.

You bent forward, ass hiked up to his liking so he could palm your cakes like a basketball. You brought the swollen head of his dick between your lips, and moaned over him as his fingertips dug into the right spot of your skin.

Hes impressed his little angel doesn't immediately gag on his cock, hes fascinated even. You're so slutted out for him that you forget that he could've freed you at any moment.

Never mind that youre now trapped in this place with minimal hope of escaping. Your minds put all of that aside to focus on the singular object of your affection and the way he helps you along, hands free, he guides himself in and out of your mouth. Keeping a taut hold on your chain as you bobbed back and forth on your elbows. throating every inch of his cock like a glove.

Are you really sorry ?

Mmnmnnmmmngghgg

Ahh. baby... Teeth!

He shudders feeling your garbled apologies vibrating along the tight corner in the back of  your throat where his length was now comfily housed.

Fuck y/n. You can do better than that can't you?

Lemme hear it? You sorry or not?

He's so mean about it. Fuck! it makes you wet. It makes you want to sacrifice your breath just to choke on him more.

His body tenses as all the blood rushes to the same spot. He bucks out of your mouth before he can release into the back of your throat.

You're still not making me think you mean it.

Don't you wanna show me?

I do! I meant it Satoru.

He places his fingers under your chin and presses his thumb against your puffy wet lips.

Yea?

A smile pulls at his lips. He believes you. But hes greedy for more of this. He knew that eventually he could fuck the act right into your hard headed ass.

Mhmmm. Alright. Guess I gotta fuck a proper apology outta you... Don't I?

Turn over!

You're body obeys before you've even registered what's happening. He knees your legs apart, pulling back on the chain to hear the way you yiped out. Somehow he's got you hunched over on your knees, your hands held back by your new leash.

Please Satoru.

Tsk. Oh sweetheart. You know thats not what I wanna hear.

I'm sorry baby...

Your knees are burning from all the time spent on them, but it doesn't matter. Your pussy glistens with your arousal for him and the wet hole is repeatedly clenching in wait. You need him as bad as the air in your lungs, maybe more.

The honored one slaps your ass. hard. The bite brings tears to your eyes.

Ahh. I'm sorry. Satoruu. Fuck.

Manners baby.

SLAP.

Baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Ohh god please. I need to feel you.

Your flesh stings with another sound slap to the other side causing a your walls to clench tight around nothing. Fuck! It aches so good that your toes curl.

He could feel the heat emanating from your body. He could even see the heavy glow of pleasure as it surrounds you. Even in this dark dank place youre golden aura shines bright in his all seeing eye.

He aligns himself and pushes a few prepatory nudges inside you. Tensing his jaw, he grumbles through clenched teeth until he's buried the full extent of himself inside you.

You welcome the stretch with a drawled out moan, thank you.

Thats my girl.... Won't save you though.

The emphasis of his words are punctuated with a sharp thrust forward.

Ssss, starting to feel like you sorry angel. Keep it up and maybe I'll let you out of this. He brags yanking back as he brought his hips back against you ass to make you sink your nails into the terrain beneath you.

He moves back and forth. again and again... Each time plunging deeper until you were squirming away. He's so deep you can taste the blisssul release creeping up on you. Its sweeter than nirvana, the feeling of him colliding somewhere inside that makes you forget what you're even sorry for.

He's bullying your cunt with a brutality you've never felt. He's beside himself, watching his cock disappearing inside you again and again. You're unable to flee from the shock as he's tugging on your new chain leash.

I want to protect you.... you need to let me!

Ok. Yes Satoru yes. You're whining, inching yourself forward for a moment of relief. There's just absolutely no way your body can take the pleasure he's forcing upon you.

Awww baby, quit your running. You wanted this didn't you? You like to ruffle these perfect feathers? Thats what you said right?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you wail, twitching pathetically as he draws back and returns with a resounding pound that all but knocks your lights out. You're blissfully cock drunk, the wetness leaking down out over the base of his cock.

It's like he's saying it over and over and over.

...love... you...

... protect.... you.

You can't move, you can't think, you can only feel him fucking his frustration right into you.

Let me... baby....Am I understood?

Yes Satoru. Yes.

Lemmie hear you! Say it again!

Satoru—- Please... Ohhh I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, you scream out letting that dick turn you into groveling mess.

Satorus entire body quivers at the sight of your ass clapping against his skin as he picks up the pace.

Are you? I cant hear you.?

Say that shit like you mean it!.... Say it!

He's being mean and he knows it. But he needs you weak. He needs you broken. He needs you to quit putting yourself in harms way because he wouldn't know what to do without you.

everything you put him through resonates with the pleasure hes giving. You're right where he wants you, so his palm slaps harshly across your ass, his continued unmerciful thrusts knocking loose every screw in your brain.

Baby I am. I swear. Im so so so so sorry!

He yanks, dragging you back against him hard. He traps your arms in a tight lock behind your back and slowly rolls his hips to etch himself deeper. Imprisoning you in his arms, he growls lowly in your ear.

I don't believe you.

He forces you back over, this time pushing your chest to the floor. You're vibrating on the brink of an insidious rapture. Skin clapping against skin. Him tuggeong on your leash to to keep that arch the way he likes it. His pace is unrelenting. Like he was dead set on making you feel how crazy you made him.

You beg and you beg feeling the sloppy trails of arousal leak down the inside of your thighs. You'll say anything, do anything, BE anything for him. He has to know that. But still, he's unrelenting.

What's left of your voice creaks out in a whine.

So so so so sorry daddyyyy ohhhhh.

The moniker spills from your lips making him jolt with pleasure, spilling all kinds of his honored elixir into your trembling mess of a cunt. You're so full of him that your entire body spasms.

Daddy huh?

He likes it. It has a ring to he didn't know he needed to hear. Your clenched so tight he cant pull out. Fresh hot tears are running down your face and you look over your shoulder too distraught with your shattering to even speak to him.

He's gasping for the breath he takes. Beyond satisfied with your apologyas he blinks away the stars in his eyes. a wicked grin stretches across his lips when he sees the tears streaming down your face...

Wait!!. he chuckles, curling a portion of the the chain around either of his hands. He snaps the links and pulls your pleasure riddled body to him.

He clutches your chin between his fingers, and grins.

You cryin'??

@littlemochabunni @ryomens-vixen @biscuitsngravie @crescentmoontsuki @blkkizzat @thecookiebratz @residentfromnowhere @i-literally-cant-with-this @arlerts-angel

#smut oneshot #smutxanime honeeslust #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #jjk season 2 #jjiscenes #gojo satoru x you #satoruxblackreader #satoru x reader #you cryin?

[missmeinyourbones]

share with three people or he will be in your room at midnight

#WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT #STOP MAKING HIM UGLY #that is very much not the same man who says #you cryin?

[autumnalsteahouse]

ok listen. I’m not a dub watcher. It’s not me. But I will not lie. I can admit to this; with one line— THE LINE, I’ve been rizzed. Gojo’s English VA pulled all the cards on that one. I’ve watched this 5 times in the span of 30 seconds.

#YOU CRYIN? #BITCH MAYBE? #MY CHEEKS ARENT THE ONLY THING THATS WET #bye

[biigsaad]

Lately, I noticed that everybody looks okay until you eventually have a deep conversation with them. And then, you realize that this is a sad generation of people struggling to survive through smiling faces and pretty pictures.

#quotes #i miss you #im cryin #sad poetry

[omenalehto]

forest road / october 2023

#they cut down the forest though as you can see (cryin) #photography #finland #photographers on tumblr #nature #autumn

[whatacartouchebag]

Senshi really just went ahead and fuckin

#i'm fuckin cRYIN #gODS #the LAUGH i just let out #Dungeon Meshi #Dungeon Meshi spoilers #spoilers #Senshi #Laios #the way they all just IMMEDIATELY NEGGED him hrghjdgfh #one of a couple of LAIOS YOU DUMBASS moments this episode #he's such a complete biscuit of a human and i adore him

[calico-fiish]

Cowboy Keith with BoM theme…!

#DO YOU SEE MY VISION #voltron in 2024 #goshdarn #art #voltron #keith kogane #blade of marmora #this is actually no nostalgic I’m cryin

[reinerszn]

ethan’s sitting between your legs so sweetly as his dick is against his stomach, it twitching every now and then. you’re kissin his neck, peppering small kisses all over him. e can’t help but squirm underneath you as his eyes are screwed shut tightly! :( poor baby.. he jus’ wants to feel you touch his achy cock that’s leaking with precum

#🍍 ˖˚˳⊹ ❝ xylea’s work .ᐟ #ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ ethan landry ❞ #he’s such a baby #he’ll most likely start cryin #if you keep this lil game up #sub! ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry scream #ethan landry x you #scream #scream vi #scream smut #scream vi smut

[inowoko]

Thank you Satoru.

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #im cryin #im screaming #i threw up #are you the strongest because youre Gojo Satoru or are you Gojo Satoru because youre the strongest #digital art #fanart #my art #my love letter to him is a portrait #gojo saturo #artists on tumblr

[lunarmoves]

mentions: dark themes centered around death/murder, blood

throughout all the years of moon being the naptime attendant, there was one thing he learned after the pizzaplex had burned down and he found himself an inhabitant of your tiny home: 

when some humans slept, it looked a lot like they were dead. 

toddlers, as they napped, were often loud. snoring or moving restlessly around. it was easy to tell when one was awake or when one was having a fitful dream. it was something programmed within moon to recognize and he prided himself on his ability to soothe them into an easy slumber. 

you, however…. you were different. 

moon hadn’t seen many dead humans in his life, but that didn’t mean the count was zero. sometimes if he thought about it too long or let himself drift into memories he’d try so vigorously to suppress, he could see a dark liquid tainting his hands. he could hear a steady drip, drip, drip as he stood before a body splayed out on the ground before him. he could feel the static in his head and hear the whispers beyond his audio processors telling him to—

moon shook his head free of those thoughts. no more, it was no more. 

it became a habit for moon to slink into the gentle darkness of your bedroom at night. where the open window let in dewy moonlight that blanketed the floor as though from an angel’s touch. he’d stand at the side of your bed and look down at your slumbering face. and he’d simply watch. 

you looked like you were dead. 

moon knew, rationally, that you weren’t. you just slept like you were. still and unmoving with your eyes and mouth closed. your blankets covered the rise and fall of your chest—your breaths so faint they almost weren’t there. if he let his mind wander, it would make the shadows covering your body glisten and soak into your form like fresh blood. it never failed to make something cold run through his wires. to seize something within him in a devastating iron grip. 

he knew not to wake you. the first night he’d spent in your home had not been a pleasant one for either of you. him, with his deep-seeded panic and you, with your fresh trauma. he knew now that all he needed to do was reach out two fingers to press them gently in the crook of your neck. 

moon knew he could scan you and take note of your vital signs. but you’d had a conversation with him about privacy, boundaries, and consent. he had more respect for you to let his rampant anxieties cloud his rationality. feeling your pulse, however? that he could do. 

your pulse throbbed away beneath his touch and moon let out something reminiscent of a deep sigh. he took his hand back slowly—letting his knuckles trail across the line of your jaw. you didn’t move a muscle, but moon knew you were fine. you were fine. 

he shuddered, then let his hands hang down by his sides, fingers curling and uncurling to a beat only he was distantly aware of. and he stood there as the stars made their way across the sky—until the darkness was cracked by a burst of fiery mandarin along the horizon. just so he could see your eyes blink slowly open—so he could bask in the tired, yet warm smile you’d always send his way.

forever your silent protector of the night.

#ue ue ue <- me cryine #dca x reader #moon x reader #dca x y/n #dca x self insert #dca x you #fnaf dca x reader #moon x y/n #moon x self insert #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #moondrop x reader #moondrop x y/n #moondrop x you #moondrop x self insert #shay scribbles daydreams

[atinycafe]

"it's so hot, i'm literally gonna melt" you complain while removing your shirt, leaving you wearing just a bra. you raise your arms above your head, extending your fingertips towards the air conditioning vent to feel the cool breeze directly.

"come back to bed," yunho emits a groan from his spot in your bed, sprawled out on the covers resembling a starfish. he's wearing nothing but his chelsea t-shirt and boxers.

"why would i do that, we're both sweating like crazy," you mutter, your eyes shut tightly as you try to absorb every bit of the refreshing breeze.

"don't stand in front of the ac, you'll catch a cold," he says, shifting onto his side to gaze at you. a smile forms on his face as he appreciates your appearance. you're dressed in a plain white bra and his matching chelsea shorts. "why don't you take off the shorts and show me something good, tiny."

without responding or turning around to face him, you choose to express your annoyance by flipping him off, enjoying the sensation of the cool breeze against your perspiring skin. his laughter fills the air, and you sense him rising from the bed. suddenly, his warm hand wraps around your waist, creating a comforting sensation. you find yourself automatically smiling at his touch, as if your body instinctively responds to him without needing permission.

he allows both of you to tumble onto the bed, resulting in you landing on top of him with a startled "mmphf" escaping your lips. he playfully rolls you both around, causing you to end up beneath him, his larger frame enveloping you and pressing you deeper into the mattress. as a sense of panic overwhelms you, you begin to scream, and your screams mingle with his laughter. desperate to free yourself, you push against him with all your might, but he remains firmly in place, refusing to budge.

the piercing sound of your screams is abruptly halted as your other boyfriend enters the room, balancing a tray with three cups of what appears to be icy slush. disregarding the situation, he nonchalantly tosses his keys onto the nearest piece of furniture and hands a slush to yunho, who is still chuckling while keeping you pinned down with one forearm pressed against your chest.

"seonghwa tell him to leave me alone, i'm gonna die," you whine helplessly, attempting to give him your most pleading puppy-dog eyes. however, he simply gazes at you, taking slow sips from his strawberry slushie. the sunlight streaming through the windows accentuates his dark under-eye circles, making them appear even more pronounced, casting shadows on his handsome face.

"i don't have time for this," he sighs, clearly exasperated. yunho's laughter intensifies, finding the situation incredibly amusing, knowing well that he's the one who persuaded seonghwa to engage in late-night gaming sessions until sunrise. you adore yunho and his playful, puppy-like personality, but his boundless energy can be exhausting, especially when you're pinned down, struggling for breath. feeling defeated, you gaze at your untouched slushie, resting silently on the nightstand beside you.

"yunho, i'm sweating so much right now, i don't think you wanna be this close to me," you attempt to persuade your boyfriend to move away, but he looks at you with a perplexed expression. he leans down and presses his head against your neck, and you feel his tongue, cold from his drink, glide from the base of your neck to the side of your jaw. "what the fuck! get off!" you forcefully place your palms against his chest and manage to push him away, creating enough space for you to peer down at his smirking face.

"you taste good," he smiles in response, his tone casual as if he didn't just do the most out of pocket shit you've ever witnessed.

"move," seonghwa grumbles as he slips into his side of the bed beside you. he briefly closes his eyes, allowing a moment of rest while yunho nudges both of you to the left on the spacious bed. seonghwa sits up again, removing his t-shirt just as you did earlier. your gaze wanders over the expanse of his well-defined chest, sweat causing his abs to gleam in the sunlight, giving his physique an almost ethereal quality

"thirsty?" you hear yunho whisper in your ear, and you can sense that he caught on to the way you glanced at seonghwa, implying a sexual undertone. however, you genuinely feel parched and in need of a drink.

"yeah, seonghwa please?" you request, pointing towards the nearby cup behind him. he turns to you and goes to retrieve it, but instead of handing it to you, he brings the straw to his own lips, savoring the taste of the orange beverage, "fuck i knew i should've taken peach, it's so fucking good."

he turns towards you and laughs upon witnessing your betrayed expression. "don't look at me like that, i just wanted to taste, here baby take," he says, taking another sip before pushing yunho away from your body. he then brings his lips to yours, guiding the liquid into your mouth, and you willingly accept it, feeling it slide down your throat as his tongue brushes against the roof of your mouth. pulling back, he licks the trail of liquid that had escaped your mouth and landed on the side of your cheek.

"want more?" he asks, and when you nod in agreement, he pushes the straw to yunho's lips.

masterlist

#dying under morocco's heat #love my home country but i need to get back to canada asap i hate sweating #just checked it's hotter in canada i'm cryin #ateez #x reader #fluff #soft hour #soft thoughts #blurb #imagines #scenarios #headcannon #headcanon #x you #x yn #x y/n #seonghwa #yunho #poly #reverse harem

[honeeslust]

Coming valentines day.

You Cryin

Satoru—- Please… Ohhh I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I scream out, fingers clenched tight into the sheets.

Satorus entire body quivers at the sight of her ass clapping against his skin. A soft shuddered breath escapes his lips when her frail whimpers resonated throughout the walls pleading for him to forgive her.

Are you? I cant hear you.? Say that shit like you mean it…. Say it!

He’s being mean and he knows it. But he needs her weak. He needs her broken. He needs her to quit putting herself in harms way because he wouldn’t know what to do without her.

His pain and fear resonates with the pleasure hes giving. Shes right where he wants her, so his palm slaps harshly across her ass, his continued unmerciful thrusts knocking loose every screw in her brain.

Baby I am. I swear. Im so so so so sorry daddy fuck! I beg and beg, sloppy trails of arousal leaking down my thighs. I can’t think. I cant breathe. I can only feel him and the way hes fucking his pain right into me. I'll say anything, do anything,  BE anything for him. He has to know that. But still, he’s unrelenting

I don't believe you… tell me again. Say it pretty girl. you want my forgiveness don't you…. He hisses through clenched teeth, gripping the flesh of my ass so tight I can feel it between my legs in that spot.

Im trapped. My hands pinned effortlessly in one of his. His hips driving forward and back, his pace unrelenting like he was dead set on making me feel how crazy I made him.

I glance back at him, distraught. Fresh hot tears  running down my face. My pussy spasming uncontrollably and clenching around him. Satoru slows, his eyes beaming brighter at my pathetic state. He likes me broken like this. He tugs me back against him, pinning me against warmth of his chest. He cages me in his arms, a sly smile on his lips when they brush past my ear. With his cock still tucked so deliciously deep, he teases

You cryin??

Screen Time

An animalistic sound drowns your ears. His bite burning now as more of your essence slicked down his throat, inherently feeding the animal within him. His movements grew harsh and erratic. Soft grunts rattling onto your throat, your core bearing down around him as his teeth cut deeper. your shallow breaths and strangled moans dying as the rythym in your chest slowing the more he drinks.

Choso acts swiftly. Biting into his wrist and bringing the hot liquid spilling from his veins onto your lips.

Drink love, you'll be okay.

You obey, drinking him in, lazily grinding yourself into his lap. your mind succumbing to so many pleasures at once that you swear you'll die because it feels so good. The blood runs slower from your wound as it heals over and your body lingers on edge. He takes over, guiding you up and down, holding you tighter than you can stand.

Need more baby ….please…. more he begs, sinking his teeth into shoulder. You screamed his name in surprise and trembled in pain. Cho… I…. Its too… you mutter as the spot he hits leaves you rambling and clutching him tighter.

He was wild inside, fucking you just as hard as you could stand, making every hurt feel right as he pushed himself deep, kissing that spot as repeatedly and as steadily as you needed it. He was ravenous and insatiable, never relenting, your essence drawing him even further into your head…..

#smut oneshot #smutxanime honeeslust #jjk season 2 #choso kamo #choso fanfic #gojo fanfic #vampiresmutshop #vampire choso #you cryin?

[somewhereincairparavel]

lmao I just finished defending an artist who got dragged into negativity unnecessarily simply because he drew Jason as a volleyball captain instead of Percy in an AU.

The comment was basically whining that Jason shouldn't have been better at volleyball than Percy, and that Percy should've been drawn as captain. Can y'all obsessive Percy fans/Jason antis stop pushing your opinion onto other people for once and make them uncomfortable? Like womp womp, Jason can be better at stuff than Percy, stop projecting your hatred onto him, Percy doesn't need to be good at everything, well, Unless you want him to be an invincible, one dimensional, all mighty Gary Stu who is the only one who can shine. It's giving a cartoon hero with all the plot armour and powers. Y'all r ruining canon Percy's depth with this aswell by giving him no minor flaw. But That's on you.

They're fictional characters for fucks sake, leave artists alone, stop coming into their page and tell them what to do or how to imagine a character. That's like going into someone's house and telling them to change the interiors. Get a life.

The percy obsession coming at the expense of disrespecting others, artists, specifically for having contrary opinions is seriously going to be the downfall of this fandom, y'all are going to drive ppl away with this bashing, and it better fucking stop.

Either appreciate their art, which they spent hours for, or go cry elsewhere, stop killing their mood and vibe with baseless opposing opinions when all they want to do is share their work and headcanons. It doesn't contribute a thing.

#Sometimes obsessive percy fans get real whiny till the point it gets fucking irritating #Like no you are not 'cool' if you hate Jason nor are you cool for commenting that on someone's art which they spent time and effort for #Boohoo ig just bc u indulge in Jason slander doesn't mean everyone else does #Jason Grace slander is overrated anyway periodt. #Jason Grace is allowed to be drawn a volleyball captain over Percy. it's not a big deal. Percy won't be cryin his eyes out for this shit #the world isn't gonna end if a fictional character is not drawn as a sports captain goddamn it. #pjo #percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo hoo toa #pjo hoo #jason grace #heroes of olympus #pjo fanart #hoo #the heroes of olympus #riordanverse #annabeth chase #leo valdez #piper mclean #frank zhang #hazel levesque

[sun-citadel]

Welcome the newest Tumblr Sexyman everyone

Based off this tweet

#you better believe i was cryin when i discovered the sexypedia #artists on tumblr #nobody artist club #sketch #fan art #sans #sans undertale #sans ut #sans skeleton #rayman #rayman captain laserhawk #tumblr sexyman #shitpost

[callofdooty69]

this + price and ballerina!reader ?!? HELLO?!?!

cw: mentions of child neglect (minor), profanity, injury, bullying, f!reader, use of y/n

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growing up, your parents weren’t around very often. working constantly and out of the house was frustrating enough, let alone being left discarded to the side while all of the other kids got to get their nails painted with their moms and go to the daddy-daughter dances. you were raised through money and a bitchy babysitter. they always “made it up to you” with random expensive gifts, half of which you didn't even relate to. the minute you asked to join your friend in lessons, they signed you up as soon as they could, as long as it meant not bothering them.

you loved it, spending almost all of your free time training and practicing for upcoming concerts and lessons. it was your life, your dream. you loved it as much as it seemed to love you. however, it took a turn.

when you were fifteen, you broke your foot. it was horrible, it got to the point where you were kicked off of your team because you couldn’t perform and “weren’t meeting the standards like the rest of the class”

you were miserable. ballet was the only thing you could use to cope, to be happy, and now it was taken away from you and ripped away from your hands in the blink of an eye.

you missed being on stage and practicing. after a seven grueling months, you were finally cleared to practice again. feeling ecstatic, the first thing you did when you got home was put on your ballet slippers and trained. you were incredibly nervous, worried you would damage your foot again. but by going slow and not straining yourself, you got back into your normal routine again.

you were yourself.

your parents signed up for a different ballet studio, one that you admired and hoped of joining. they accepted you practically on the spot, seeing as you were one of the best at your old studio. you had dedication, you were committed to it.

during college, you weren’t able to practice as much because of your studies. any minute you had free that didn’t require you to spend time reviewing notes, you went to the local ballet theatre that was free use from 5:00 - 9:00 pm. the stress seamed to float out of your body when you practiced, following the beats of the music and going out into the cool breeze after sweating.

you were now in your early thirties, earning a major in dance studies and living in a new city. you were the happiest you ever had been, loving the freedom you had. your new studio was lovely, filled with supportive teachers and peers, people that were in love with dance just as much as you were.

the next two weeks were the hardest you had experienced. the biggest concert you’ve ever been in was coming up and you had to train almost 24/7. the worst part was the ridicule you faced from you peers, the people you thought were friends.

after the list for the final cast of “swan lake” came out, you looked for your name, only to reveal you were the understudy for the lead role. you were frustrated with yourself, but you had been an understudy before and still worked just as hard. everyone in the class knew your potential, and once they got the news that you were the understudy, the backhanded compliments came from left and right. it was embarrassing, but you tried your hardest not to let it get to you. you needed to focus, and this was the best opportunity for you to do so.

to prove them wrong.

you spent the entire day before the concert date training, barely giving yourself any breaks. from 6:00 am to midnight, it was all you did. the studio was surprisingly empty, everyone else probably practicing at home. the one time you gave yourself a break was for food, walking to a local coffee shop and ordering tea and some small pastries. that was when you saw him.

hearing all of the commotion from outside and everyone in the café running to the road, you looked through the window, facing into one of the clear spots, and seeing military men in uniform walking down main street. you knew one of the local bases in your city recently went on deployment and, apparently, they were finally back.

you met a few of them, a scottish man and a british brute talking to you in a bar a few months ago. you didn’t think much of it, just a simple conversation for an hour or so before they had to leave. you also knew after every deployment, there would be a huge load of women swooning over them in the street as they walked by. it was slightly agitating, watching everyone gush over, very obviously, exhausted men that didn’t even look their way.

you went back to eating and enjoying your book, hearing the familiar jingling of the bells on the café’s door. you didn’t look up, figuring one of the workers was back after watching the “parade” to finish their shift. up until the person walked in, you were the only one left in the shop for a solid ten minutes.

you heard them shuffling their shoes on the large rug in front of the door, most likely scuffing off the rain pellets that they walked on. no one thought twice about walking out with an umbrella, taking the risk of catching a cold. you saw the thunder rolling in, expecting a large storm over the night.

you lost track of time, looking at your watch and seeing that it was 1:19 pm. ‘shit!’ you whispered, rushing to put everything back in your bag and sat up. seeing that all of the workers were still outside, you reached behind the counter to grab a to-go box and cup for your tea and the pastries you had leftover.

looking around to see who entered the shop earlier, you saw a tall man, probably around 6’2” ish, with a hat in his hand, a uniform on, panting from the cold and probably from running to get somewhere warm, combing through his wet hair from the rain.

‘christ almighty, he’s hot’

as if he sensed you staring, he looked your way and flashed a smile, one that could literally blind someone with how beautiful it was. your eyes widened, feeling your face flush with embarrassment and forcing a small smile and nod. you speed-walked past him to get out the door, fleeing the scene of one of the most humiliating moments of your life. when you got outside, you watched the rain drop onto the concrete as you walked back to the studio.

you felt like you were missing something, something important. you paused and stood to the left of the sidewalk as to let others pass you by. searching for what it could be, you looked through your bag. everything was there, your phone, keys, wallet, book…

“fuck!”

you ran back to the café, hoping and praying to any gods who were listening that no one stole them after you left. feeling the hard rain drops against your skin and hair didn’t make things any better, your glasses getting wet from bolting down the street. you luckily didn’t get too far away, swinging the door open only to be met by a wall.

except it wasn’t a wall. no, no NO

you took a step back, your breathing heavy from the running. looking upwards, you saw the same man from before, holding your ballet slippers. ‘so they weren’t stolen’

“lookin’ for these?” he said, drawing your attention back into reality after staring at his handsome face for what felt like an eternity.

you looked down and smiled to yourself as you sighed. “oh my god, thank you, i was so worried they were stolen!” you laughed. he chuckled alongside you and flashed that same gorgeous smile from earlier.

“‘s no worries, saw ‘em on the floor by the table after you left ‘nd was gonna try and find you to give ‘em back”

“yeah, i think they might have slipped out of my bag before i left.”

he paused for a moment and you swore he was staring directly into your soul. “i’m john,” he stated, reaching out a hand. “y/n” you responded as you shook his hand.

“‘s a pleasure to meet you” you could feel your face heating up again, telling yourself it was just from the freezing weather outside. “likewise”

you both stood there a moment, staring at him until you felt the need to look down at the marble floor in the front of the door. “can i walk you back? don’t want ya’ gettin’ trampled out there.” he said.

you nodded, laughing as he held the door for you. ‘hot AND a gentleman?? jesus’

the walk was silent, the rain only slowing to a light drizzle compared to before. the cloudy skies were still above you, hinting at another storm approaching soon. though the atmosphere reached a comfortable silence, you let your curiosity wander as you struck a conversation. “so… do you live in the area? you look familiar.”

he looked at you, smiling when he responded. “sort of… i’m captain of the military task force just on the outskirts of the city. we don’t stay here long, goin’ on deployment a few days after we get back from our last one. we’re stayin’ for a few months or so this time, unless plans get interrupted.”

“that’s great! i’ve probably seen you at these rally-things or whatever. how long have you been in the military? if you don’t mind me asking.”

“i don’t mind at all, been stuck with the fellas back there for ‘bout ten years give or take.”

“oh, so you must’ve joined pretty young. i mean, you don’t look a day over thirty.” you chuckled.

he joined with you, seeming amused at your remark. “as much as i’m flattered, i’d have to say you’re wrong. joined when i was 23 and have been around a few bases. i’m 40 now.”

‘fourty?? four oh??? this guys lying.’

“please, you’re really forty? god what does that make me.”

“well, i know you’re not supposed to ask a lady’s age, but how old are you?”

you looked up at him and smiled, “i’m 33, turning 34 next monday.”

“well, now you’re just a liar.”

“how am i a liar!? you don’t look even close to fourty compared to me.”

“i guess that makes us both guilty now, hmm.”

before you knew it, you were already outside the studio. you didn’t want to leave, you barely knew him and he snuck his way into your heart. he held the door again, gesturing for you to go in first and you both wiped your shoes on the tattered mat inside. you turned the lights on, unlocking the room you were practicing in. “welcome to my humble abode.” you said.

"what, you live here?"

"basically. don't really go to my apartment much anymore. i mean, anything i need i can get right here."

"fair enough" he smirked.

there was a moment of silence, standing close enough that you could see how dark his eyelashes were, how the light shined in his eyes and made the most beautiful amber color. the tension in the room could be cut by a knife.

“can i ask you something?” he whispered.

“anything”

“i know we just met… but, are you free anytime soon? i’d like to get to know you more.”

your eyes widened, a dark blush sweeping across your face. “i’d really like that,” you responded.

“great. what about tomorrow?”

you mentally kicked yourself in the ass. “shit, i have my concert tomorrow. maybe you could come and we could get drinks after or something?”

he smiled, “that would be lovely. swan lake, right? i saw on the board out front.”

“oh yeah, i know i’m just an understudy but if all goes well we can celebrate together…?”

“an understudy is still part of the production, the most important part even. i would love to see it, even if you aren’t on stage.”

your face was now a bright red. “that means a lot. god, this is so weird no one has ever gone to see me before.”

“really? maybe you’ll have something to look forward to then.”

you laughed and looked down at your shoes. you didn’t get very far before he put his finger on the underside of your chin, raising your face up to look at him. “i’ll be there.” he smiled. “i should probably get goin’ now, gotta make sure the lads don’t kill each othe-”

you pecked him on the cheek, standing on the tops of your toes before he could get any farther with his sentence. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

he was the one blushing now. “it’s a date”

****

arghargharghargh

idk if i like this but i definitely wanna continue this one because i have some ideas planned for it 😈

also i know he’s definitely not forty but just stick with me it makes sense in the storyline trust 😭🤞

feel free to send any requests to my inbox or comments, likes and reblogs are much appreciated lovelies ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

- 𝓀.𝒿

#writeblr #call of duty #fanfic #ao3 #cod #cod fanfic #fic writing #john price #captain price #we're past the point of conversation #call of dooty #im cryin #cod x reader #x reader #price x reader #price x y/n #ballerina!reader #x you #x y/n

[cobaltfluff]

so i started playing persona 4

where are the QoL features

#persona series #art tag #ACK I FORGOR TO COLOUR THE BITS BEHIND HAIR nvm #i have no idea how to tag this!! #i fear what original p3 might have been like #i feel like a fake gamer man #like how did you guys do that #i feel like i would have given up if it was the first one i played #i am too stupid!! #im glad i have played through 5 and 3re #i am somewhat used to the flow of the game and the ability names #otherwise i would be STRUGGLING for my LIFE i tell you #like to be fair i dont think it's a huge world #BUT LIKE PLEASE IM LOST IN MY OWN HOUSE #also these protags are basically my OCs at this point #i borrow their canon personalities #and reshape them into something i like more hehehehe #edit: im crying im getting lowkey flamed on tweeter dot com #i just meant it as in joker spent a lot of time in tokyo!! one year changes a man!! #I KNOW inaba is small!! but QoL additions are always good!! #i get the appeal!! that you use your brain!! #you spend enough time to know the place!! but it's called QoL features not NECESSARY features!! #im cryin the boys ate just bantering #you can even read it as yu being like LOL you're a city boy now huh?? hahaha #now i really am fighting for my life and mental