Hey if you're asking for requests for soldier boy I have one I really wanna request ?
It's for soldier boy and a member of payback back in the day? She has powers similar to jean grey, after a night together after months of getting close to each other soldier boy and countess are announced as a couple and he basically tells her you didn't think this was anything other than a quick roll in the sack did you?
She then retires from payback a month before Nicaragua and finds out she's pregnant, she has by then cut all contact with Ben and the rest of payback, going off the grid, Ben feels guilty about what happened because he did actually feel love for her but let his ego get the best of him, losing the one person who saw past his soldier boy mask, he tried to find her but had no luck.
Cut to the future, mindstorm informs ben, butcher and Hughie that she left because she was pregnant, he saw it in her mind when they crossed paths before she left payback, soldier boy realises that he and y/n had a child together he wasn't there for.
Mallory ends up spilling the beans to butcher that y/n has been working for her in the c.i.a but is retired, and gives them her address, and who should open the door but her son, Ben realises this is his son.
His kid is a lot Like Steve Rogers, And looking at photos of y/n and younger y/s/n he sees what his life could have been like with y/n raising their son if he didn't fuck everything up?
If this is too on the nose I completely get it ! Just thought I'd request something x
Oh, this is so interesting and challenging! It will most surely be a blast to write, just thought I would respond and happily say this is something I will be writing for you! Just give me a day or so and I will have it ready, just dealing with a very protective momma dog who just had seven babies! Seven! But nope, not too much on the nose, I promise.
I also took the liberty of writing out a particular scene, so you have something to look forward to! I did not use Y/N when referring the mentioned OC/Reader, whichever you want to view it, though I took the liberty of using third person perspective, so it's all up to your imagination.
A bothersome, tiresome thing; the heart and the many burdens it carries, pumping and beating away, yet filled with a heaviness that brings forth nothing but heartache and pain.
You deserve this.
The thoughts that run rampant through the chaotic mess waging war within her mind are unforgiving and harsh, teeth gnashing and jaws snapping, tearing away at the remnants of her beaten, battered and bruised heart.
He never loved you.
She should have known better, ignoring the signs that had been blatantly obvious from the very beginning, choosing ignorance over knowledge; knowledge that now mocks her in the form of not one, but two very distinctive lines.
You aren't ready for this. He used you and look where that got you? Kill him. Make him suffer.
A mere flick of the wrist and yet another joins the clusterβthe sight a daunting, haunting mockery that yes, no matter how many times her teeth tear into the finely printed packagings, no matter how many times her mind continues to whisper that it was nothing but a simple trick of the light, faulty to the core, her own shattered soul knew deep down, that no matter how many times she had urged herself that it was simply impossible; the heart knows, the body follows.
Just 8 more weeks left. Starting to get back into the groove of writing again, so whatcha feral kitties in the mood for? Some Soldier Boy action, cause goodness I gotta get my head outta the gutter. Send in them requests and I shall either bless you with a blurb, headcannon, or a lengthy one-shot.
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The Incongruence of his Life and Death - How the 6-Eyes will Die and Gojo Satoru will Live
Chapter 236 seems perfectly crafted for a farewell to an important character. But while reading it for the first, second and third time, I couldn't help but feel that something was not only missing but purposefully left out: Gojo's care for his students and the goals he had set for himself as an adult.
In the departure for the afterlife, where the souls of his dead friends have gathered at an airport, Gojo is back to being a teenager with everyone else also being their younger self, or in the case of Haibara and Toji, their selves when they died.
Gojo talks about his fight with Sukuna, how unbelievably strong he was and how much he had trained to best him but still he lost and he had no true regrets on that. The fight had been fun even if it was a shame that he couldn't bring Sukuna to go all out on him.
Later he tells Yaga, calling him principal, that he thought that all sorcerers died with regret, implying that he doesn't feel any regret right now after having lost to Sukuna. When Sukuna tells Gojo that he won't forget him as long as he lives because of how well he fought, we see Gojo smiling at that while lying bisected on the ground.
This entire scene, especially at the airport and the reverence about the fight is completely at odds with Gojo's character growth and the life he lived as an adult.
It's no coincidence that everyone is more than 10 years younger here because only teenage Gojo would go out without any regrets after a good fight he lost. This Gojo we see at the airport could've very well been the Gojo that lost his first fight against Toji.
But it isn't teenage Gojo, someone who only had a perverse self-satisfaction about Jujutsu and did it for the kick of it instead of protecting others with it, who died.
It's adult Gojo, who dedicated his life to protect others and his students and who fostered them to become as strong as him and did everything so they could grow unhindered and enjoy life especially their youth, who is lying cut in two on the ground.
This love for fighting alone only entered Gojo's mind past the middle of the Shinjuku Showdown when he realized that he might lose this fight and after he was reminded of fucking Toji again. Gojo was brought back to the time of his teenage self when he lost against an opponent who was stronger than him.
But what about the actual Gojo? Teacher Gojo? Would he die without any regrets? Absolutely not. His regrets would actually be too much to count.
He left his students and the world with a murderer stronger than him, ensuring widespread destruction and immense death, first and foremost of everyone he left behind that meant something to him.
Gojo let it happen that Megumi, the person he went into this fight to save, who was the child that started his evolution into a teacher, the son of the man who made him to what he is today; Gojo let it happen that Megumi became his executioner.
(And is Geto without regrets? Is Gojo without any regrets that Kenjaku is desecrating his friend's body to destroy Japan? Isn't there any fear that Kenjaku might take Gojo's dead body as his next vessel? Where is the regret in that?)
When we strip the airport scene from its serenity and the good feelings of a happy ending it evokes, we're left with nothing but pure arrogance the dead have over the suffering of the living. So they get to enjoy peace while everyone else is devastated and about to get slaughtered?
Is that justifiable because everyone will be dead anyway and then they can all enjoy the afterlife together? Except Megumi of course, who'll be Sukuna's vessel for centuries if not millennia and who'll suffer in hell for that long after having killed not only his sister but his teacher and his friends in the future, too.
Those who are already dead like Nanami, they can't do anything about this conundrum anymore but Gojo was still smiling on the ground. So, after the thematic argument for why Gojo has to survive, here comes the practical part: How?
I've already covered parts of this in my chapter 236 Thoughts. Step by step:
Gojo is bisected along his abdomen, not his head
Gojo was still conscious enough to smile at Sukuna, like how Yuki was still able to make her last attack
Gojo can activate his RCT and he can make a Binding Vow as long as he isn't completely dead
We've not seen Shoko's reaction to his defeat, so we have neither a confirmation of his death nor her determination to save him
Utahime and Gramps can strengthen any healing
Angel might have abilities to aid them and Takaba has reality bending powers as long as he's funny
Why the 6-Eyes will still die.
Because it's already over for him. The 6-Eyes is not the strongest sorcerer on earth. His ultimate defense has found its match in Sukuna evolving his own technique; an evolution that Gojo is not going to catch up to.
"Are you Gojo Satoru because you're the Strongest or are you the Strongest because you're Gojo Satoru?"
Irrelevant. Sukuna is the Strongest. That title and that burden has been lifted off Gojo's shoulders. Gojo makes peace with it at the airport.
A Binding Vow with yourself always comes with a balance the universe imposes on you. What would the trade-off be for Gojo's upper and lower body to be connected again? His Eyes seems like a good bargain here.
So there you have it, my theory. The 6-Eyes lost this fight but Gojo sensei can still lead and foster his students to new heights he won't ever personally reach again. He can't just forget about them because he had a good fight, Gojo isn't a self-centred teenager anymore.
You know who was missing at the airport? Outside of Nobara, Yuki and Mai? Tsumiki. What is Gojo going to say to her? That he tried but well? Gojo isn't at the airport for his departure to the afterlife, he isn't going North, he's going South.
All of this is of course my personal feelings and interpretation. Gege might go in another direction like permanent death and flashbacks. But I'm so sure that Gege has written the airport intentionally like this. That Shoko will go to Gojo and pull him out of his death bed because he can't go out like this.
Chapter 236 is written with a sense of finality and farewell, but Gege is also really fond of misdirections and false sense of security (dread?) as we've seen just last chapter.
π Λ β κ³ * ΰ£ βStaceyβs Mom has got it going onβ β Gojo Satoru
Synopsis: You canβt help eyeing your daughterβs pretty boyfriend when heβs just so sweet, and he canβt help himself either when youβre the best he would ever find.
β word count: 4.2k
β A/n: idk if this qualifies as dc (I donβt think so) but it has like, idk age gap and cheating concepts so take care
β warnings: smut!! MDNI!! Age gap (Gojo is 20 and youβre bordering late 30s); cheating; sort of asshole representative? But how else would something like this work; hair pulling; body worshipping; oral (f! Receiving); dub-con (slightly?); Satoru is a shit boyfriend to your daughter; hinted domestic abuse; mentions of scars; almost subby! Satoru? (Thereβs no definite concept of whoβs dominant- and if satoru then a lot of soft dom); slight spitting; riding; simultaneous orgasm
21-7, Shinjuku 3-chome, Shinjyuku, Tokyo.
He had the address memorised, down to the number of windows in your house and the exact shade of the monotonous white your husband had deemed βminimalistβ.
19 he was now, you stood at an elegant 37βarriving in the vicinity at an estimated 5 years ago, your husbandβs property, heβd guessed.
Gojo Satoru was 14 when he first saw you, puberty making its way into the young boyβs mindβyou did none but encourage the certain downfall in the way you tapped his cheek when he offered to help you in carrying the many bags.
Over the years, Satoru saw you a lot, and also, didnβt at all.
Satoru saw you in the afternoon haze, dealing with the heatβstaring obnoxiously when you took off your floral shirts, standing in front of him in those tight leggings and tank topsβbut he also saw you at times that you didnβt know about.
And when he didnβt see you physically, you were present on his mind.
At least up until his 18th birthday, you knew of his presence when he would come to meet you.
What had begun as an innocent tap on his cheek for being adorable had developed into an innocent friendship on your accords, smiling wide every few months when he would zoom past your house on his cycle.
The routine was simple then, left-right-right-left, 15 minutes of a way from his house, and there he would be, at your gateβsomehow always when you had grocery to carry.
The routine was simple now too, 11 p.m. he would sneak out of his dorm room, a smirk on his face as he used his infinityβmaking his way into your house, all so quietly, to watch your pretty face as you sleptβsometimes even snickering when he caught you being fucked by your husband, snickering at that bored expression on your face, knowing just how much better he could treat you.
Heβd never been inside however, general courtesy to be shown, not as a kidβnever yet as an adult.
Back then youβd giggled when a 17 year old Gojo had brought his shy friend to meet you, both their cycles parked outside your house as you tended to their boyish smirks, he doubted youβd giggle knowing that the same friend, Geto, was the one he sent your pictures to when he found you sleeping.
But Satoru wasnβt dumb, he knew youβd realise at some point and so, he did what he had to.
In his head, it was all your fault too, so oblivious to everything that he had to choose the second best, your daughter.
βI know sheβs like hot and what not but you gotta let her go dude,β Suguruβs voice was a dragβpartially dry from all the alcohol heβd consumed.
Satoruβs 20th birthday was approaching, a week left, the celebrations of course had to last a month.
Satoru chuckled beside his best friendβalmost wasted he notedββitβs not like I wanna fuck her or something,β he grinned, he knew wanted to, he knew he possibly couldnβt, βitβs just, I could treat her so much better you know? That stupid little house-β
Suguru smirked, β-donβt bring money into it you pervert,β his eyes bore into his best friendβs, βher daughter ainβt that bad ya know,β
Satoru snorted at that, βwhich is exactly why I went for her too,β
Just at that, Geto snorted tooβmindlessly, shamelessly, both of them.
-ring!!
Slow, both their eyes panned onto Satoruβs phone, βmy loveβ the screen flashed, Suguru snorted again, βIronic,β
With a roll of his eyes and a short smirk, he shook his headβknowing sheβd only be calling because she was needy, at least thatβs all he remembered her to be.
βMmhmm baby, gonna drop by in half an hour yeah? Yeah, yeah, miss you too, bye,β
He always sounded sweet- that was what your daughter rambled about, Satoru Gojo was the sweetest guy ever, and you were glad mostly, a little jealous? You werenβt sure.
It just wasnβt something you ever had.
As Satoru got up to leave thoughββyou ever let your girl go though, hit me up alright?β
Satoru eyed his best friend with a grin- that was something he could doββhave our own fucked up family eh?β
βSatoru?β You smiled, βlong time honey,β
βFor youβ, he thought, smiling smugly, βI keep you in well wishes all the time so, not so much Maβam,β
You chuckled at his wordsβever the gentleman heβd been, βthatβs adorable, is that how you charmed my daughter too?β
His heart ached at thatβonly a little however, no, it was all only for you, all the charmβall for his only woman.
Thoughts flashed onto his own girlfriend, he remembered the night wellβit wasnβt much, her 16th birthday, heβd just turned 17 tooβ heβd dropped by, getting you those medicines youβd requested a week or so agoβthey were only found near his vicinity, he could only oblige.
Curiosity often killed ended up killing the cat.
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Heβd racked his brain, he thought of it for endless nightsβhe didnβt want to accept it, not so easily, not when you made it seem simple.
Each of what youβd asked him to get was a pain killer.
Heβd disliked your husband before, but since after, he was sure he hated him.
That night, heβd sat outside your house with your daughter, she was smokingβhe was used to it, he hated the smell.
βArenβt you too young to be smoking?β Heβd teased, exactly how he used to Suguru and Shokoβexcept she didnβt entertain the jokes, never had, never would.
However, before a mean retort could fall off of her lips, a crash sounded all too loud.
Not accidental, Satoru knew that.
He was quick to get up, he was no hero, but his life be sworn if he let you suffer suchβa hand held him back.
βDonβt get into it,β she warned, your daughter did.
He didnβt, it wasnβt his place to.
Your husband cheated that night, as he had countlessly, your daughter found her first boyfriendβyou wept that night, Satoruβs heart did too.
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βCanβt lie I keep a special bank reserved for my uhβ¦mature ladies,β a wink he passed, he made you feel young, alive.
A shake of a head you passed and a knowing laugh.
You noted his lingering gaze, the bruise on your forearm ever present, never you said a word- never him.
The silence engulfing and nauseating.
βYour uh,β his words were rough, βanniversary yeah? Round the corner isnβt it?β
You giggled, almost as if it mattered, βSo he remembers? And your own, isnβt it?β A look of slight confusion masked your face, he grinned, βa week after yours, itβs my birthday though, on the same day that is, you always mess it up,β
An apologetic smile you passed this time around, βwhy, Iβm sorry, let me make up by baking you a pie honey?β
A thin smile adorned his faceβshaking his head, he ushered you back in, waiting patiently for your daughter to bounce back, to remind him of his reality.
But just as you did turn, βwait, by the way,β his eyes lay stuck upon the bruises you didnβt care to hide, βhowβre things going?β
His eyes gazed upon the sheer material of your shirt, βhowβsβ¦Mr Y/l/n?β
Almost a sneer, as if, you stared, βperfectly fine, Toruβhowβre things with Y/d/n?β
He stared blankly this time aroundββperfectly fine Maβam.β
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βPass me the lighter,β
Satoru stared at his best friendβs outstretched handsβyour daughterβs pretty smile as she handed him hersβthe same smile that had intrigued Satoru to even look at her, the only feature on her face that resembled you.
βWhat are your plans for the anniversary?β The words registered in Satoruβs earsβhe wasnβt sure who the speaker was, he didnβt exactly care, βI could help around your house,β a mutter, as if unsure to whyβbut certain that he wanted to.
Cocked brows looked at him confused, ββ¦isnβt it your 20th birthday though?β
He nodded.
βWho wastes their 20th birthday helping around random houses?β Suguruβs tone was almost annoyed, as if he knewβor couldβve guessed why.
Satoruβs girlfriend laughed, βYou know heβs screwed a little right? Canβt stop him if he doesnβt want to,β
Satoru nodded againβit gutted him onto how well she bothered to know himβand yet, he perhaps didnβt even bother knowing her favourites most of the time.
βNo no,β head shaking, a grimace fell onto Suguruβs face, βpretty boy here can do whatever he wants,β a knowing look they both passedββbut 20s donβt happen again, go big or go home,β
Satoru chuckled, of course he had it all planned out, βIβm going big and going home,β
Another charming smile, another winkβjust something you couldnβt become a fool too.
A slight frown rested on your lips, βYou sure hon? You donβt have to waste your evening like thisβ¦β
It was almost motherly, the way you showed concernβin ways Satoru had barely experienced.
He scoffed, βTime well spent is never wasted,β
βYouβre going to mow a lawn baby,β you chuckled, βy/d/n isnβt home either- you know her sleepover- I donβt see how-β
β-anything to please and help you is almost the best kind of work I could do,β youβd have smiled usually, at his wordsβa tiny flirt you always deemed himβlaughing about it to your husband, even though he barely cared.
You didnβt care of it either, an empty marriage, so be itβhollowed from both ends, slow.
But this time, this was different.
This time youβd perhaps bask in his helpβno husband to taunt by complimenting little Satoru, no daughter to tease by complimenting little Satoru.
Satoru wasnβt all so little, you realisedβyour daughter and husband werenβt homeβjust you, Satoru and his praises.
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6 p.m. β 7 p.m. β 8 p.m.
Satoru didnβt remember a time to the when heβd done all so much work for his own mother- but he was content, with a pair of earphones and a creative little mind, he was intent to impress you.
It amused him, to actually how big of a lawn you actually did haveβand he wondered at the almost pristine look of it if you managed it yourself.
Even if you did, he would be your helping hand nowβhe grinned ear to ear as he thought the countless many scenarios.
βDesperateβ , a little voice in his head calledββmy pretty good boyβ your voice, the one you used in his thoughts, fought away all doubts.
But all to quick his train of thoughts paused, βyou missed a spot there Toruββ
And most of the time, heβd be pissed on to anyone who dared to correct himβwith you heβd nod obediently and carry onβbut normally, even your normally, you didnβt step out in front of him in just a small, pretty pink towel wrapped around you.
Satoru Gojo had pretty eyes, a decent imagination tooβheβd thought about you plenty of times.
Naked, spread open, on your knees, having him between your kneesβmany and every and any position but absolutely nothing couldβve compared to the way seeing you covered just enoughβin a small towel got him hard.
Satoru Gojo had pretty eyes and for a second they were wide as saucers.
His eyes panned onto the spot you pointed atβhe had indeed missed a spotβhe nodded slowly.
The music rang in his earsβ
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Ironic.
βIβll get to it, going for a bath?β
It shouldnβt have been that casualβhim asking you your schedule suchβyou let it be so.
βItβs getting late, want to stay the night? And yeahβyeah, a bath,β
Stay the night.
There the offer lay and his temptationβhe watched the careless way you held the towel, all so small that decency was the only thing that stopped him from staring shamelessly at your exposed thigh.
βI donβt know-β
An attempt, simply a stupid attempt to save him and youββ-I insist and what song is that?β
He stared blankly, βStaceyβs mom,β
βHow I love that song,β
Of course you did- he watched you walk away as the song continued playing.
Stacy, do you remember when I mowed your lawn?
Your mom came out with just a towel on
I could tell she liked me from the way she stared
And the way she said
"You missed a spot over there"
Down the drain, his character, perhaps yoursβthen relationships youβd held, everything.
Another nod.
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βIβm staying the night Suguru,β
βHah?!β
An eye roll, an obnoxiously pitched questionnaire, βThe fuck? Itβs your damn birthday tomorrowβwhy did you make me get that damn cake?β
Jaw clenched, he stared at the recently mowed lawnβ10:00 p.m.
It was too late.
βBetter get a taste of her damn pussy if youβre staying the night fucker,β
Satoru shook his head, a smile, βShut up, talk about her nicely,β
βIβll talk to her nicely when your girlfriend talks to me nicely when Iβm dicking her down, really got yourself a brat huh?β
The smirk was evident in his tone- Satoru wanted to feel betrayed, he couldnβt.
βYouβre such a bloody fucker,β he muttered through, βTake care of her,β
βAlways haveβyou take care of her damn mom,β
And he always had too.
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10:15 p.m.
He found it simply, weird, that you were in the shower all so longβshaving?
It was your anniversary tomorrow, a loyal wife, a good wifeβyouβd present yourself wellβhe thought.
He wasnβt entirely wrong either, was he?
Foggy, your bathroom mirrors stood as you prepared yourself just right, shaven smoothβa guilty heart panged in your chest.
You watched the many scars lingered upon your body, natural, providedβall yours and you doubted it, doubted the mere fact that Satoru would even think about touching you the way you fantasised.
It was wrongβjust a fortnight ago and he was the sweet boy you used to adore and having by, just a week ago he was the boyfriend of your daughter that made your relationship all the more insecure, just tonight he was growing into his age.
Head hung back, you stared at the ceiling- so wrong and so right.
Almost melancholic, your train of thoughts was, and his too as he sat by the window of your roomββPlease clean these windows too,β youβd said with a smile, breasts pushed together as you held your hand in front of youβthe little pink towel did nothing, you knew that.
His hard-on was obvious, youβd had that effect on guys all the timeβbut then, maybe it wasnβt for you, maybe he just saw the sight and it reminded him of- maybe-
βGod~ fuck-!β
Your ears perked up, maybe that was a moan.
Not maybe, it wasβit was all too certain a breathy moan.
And before the better judgement was to be passed, there you were, the pink towel wrapped around all the more perversely as you twisted the knob of the doorβentering your room to the prettiest sight in a while that youβd seen.
βSatoru?β
Eyes all so wide, the ministrations came to an immediate haltββMrs- Mrs- I- shit,β
You watched him scramble about, struggling to get the pants that heβd pulled down to his ankles, back in placeβpale cheeks tinted with the embarrassment he held-βIβll leave right now,β and you knew your figure standing about, almost naked, did not help.
A giggle you passed, βSatoru, itβs fine baby, whatβre you so embarrassed about?β
That, he didnβt expect, neither did you.
A low βhuhβ dropped from his mouth,a hardened cock hanging out for you to ogle at.
βYes I mean,β you continued, slowly moving towards him, βitβs allβ¦natural isnβt it? Youβre a big boy now too,β your voice was sweet as honey, pulling him, reeling him in.
He watched, estranged, as you swayed your hips, moving in, pulling himβpushing him and there he lay in your bed.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
βTell me Satoru,β you whispered, nimble fingers grasping the hem that covered youββare you all grown up? Still my big boy?β
A silent nod, your towel fell.
A smile etched across your face as you saw his mouth widen-βl-like what you see?β
A slight stutter, you were nervous tooβjust as him.
And it was entirely a surprise to you then, when his were the hands that grasped your hips roughβflipping the both of you over so he was on top.
Lips attached to your neckβhis hands ran wild as they explored every bit of youββSo much, so so much, youβre gorgeous,β
Frenzied moans, hefty touchesβit was almost as heβd been dying to touch youβand he had.
His lips moved fastβfaster than his fingers, moving across every inch of youβa slight tingle you felt as wet and sloppy kisses he left across your shoulder blades, your hands tugging at the white tuft of his hair.
βSo soft,β he murmured against your skinβ βso fuckin pretty,β he was skillfull, almost, in the way he managed to completely disregard your needs in the moment.
Not a single brush of his fingers or crotch against your pussyβa tease.
You wanted to cry, pleasure hit you hardβand in the way he lingered seconds too long upon every scar that your husband had given you, at every bruise that you heldβin the way he handled you so carefully, not as if you were fragile but as if you were his desire personified.
βTell me, Satoru,β you snickered, at the breathy moans he let out, βhow long have you waited for this,β
βForever,β he breathed outβthe crystal blue eyes finally met you then, βGod forbid I just- please, please let me?β A whine he let out still, so desperate.
βAlways this needy hm?β
He shook his head fast, βOnly for you,β
And you knew that just there he was begging all so easily.
βPlease- ple-ase,β his voice was a drag, as if afraid that heβd lose this moment all so soon, βplease let meβ¦let me touch you- feel you,β
A twinkle in your eye, βif youβre good, yeah?β
He bobbed his head at that- βon your knees for me baby,β
And that he did, so obedient, βShow me how much youβve yearned,β
It was a dynamic, if anythingβyou held the control surely, and you lay naked tooβsprawled out as your head rested upon the pillows steadily, his between the plush of your thighs.
An airy gasp you let out as you felt him spit upon it, βfuck youβre glistening,β he whined, βSo wet from just the thought of me?β
You felt his fingers spread your folds out, he felt so cold against the warmth of your pussy, βDidnβt even need me to spit huh? But had to mark you didnβt I? Remind you that I am the one who gets you this way- has your husband ever gotten you this way huh?β
His words seemed almost feral, a growl with every word as he kept lowering his headβ he focused upon your clit.
Your legs lay spread wide open for him, one his hands resting upon your thigh, rubbing soft soothing circlesβwhile the hand finger fucked you.
His finger slipped in so easily, a groan both of you let out together, βso fucking warm I- your pussyβs pratically begging to be ruined,β
You squirmed at his wordsβalready dumb at the way his middle and ring finger pumped inside of you,
βMore please,β you moaned out, βneed more,β
A smirk he held as he lowered his lips, nipping at your pussy lips, βMore what Maβam? More of what hm?β
A loud whine you let out at his word- βFuck Toruβ not tonight, please just touch meβwant you,β
Enough encouragement, in fact it was all he needed before landing his tongue flat upon your clit, swiping it back and forth upon the little nub.
βScream my name please,β rough hands pulled at your legsβresisting you from closing your legsββArch your back and scream my name, let your neighbours know Iβm the one in your silly fucked marriage that gets you so worked up and not that fucker,β
His words barely registered in your headβthrashing at the liable pleasure he held onto you, βSh-it Toruβ I- right there! Yes please,β
He grinned as he looked up at your face briefly, before diving right back in, suckling at your hardened clit as his fingers prepared your cunt to be ruined by his cock.
βGod I should film you being so needy for me,β another groan as his tongue lapped upon your coreββshould teach em how to please the perfection you are,β
You whimpered at his words, eyes rolling back at the way he provided just the right kind of pressure- until you werenβt.
A loud whine and groan as he pulled out of your cunt, he grinned, βWant you to cum on my cock when you do β wanna feel you clamp down hard,β
You looked into his eyes, hesitant? Neither of you.
βTaste yourself,β and before you could pull away, shoved into your mouth were his two fingers as you sucked onto itββFuckinβ delicious,β he muttered as he pulled away the fingers too.
Needy, he wanted you needy.
Slow, he moved about, rising about and pulling you with him as he kissed your armsββsomeday, Iβll leave such pretty marks on you, those are the ones you deserve,β
You bit your lips hard- he did too, as you straddled his lapββplease,β he whimpered and you giggled, βhow many times do you think about this?β
All the time.
Any and everytime he was alone, just you on his cock bouncing to chase your euphoria.
You cupped his face as you stared at him, such a pretty innocent look he heldβyou grinned devilishly as you lined your entrance upon his tip.
"yeah. 'think about it a lot. want you to use me, please, just have me. i'm y β ohhh god, oh fuck me, y-yes please β fuck i'm yours!" his words, bound to be a mess now that you've lowered yourself to meet level with his cock.
It throbbed inside you, it looked so pretty, when you imagined sucking on itβ with that curve you always felt pressing against your walls when he would be balls deep inside your pussy- just as now.
βTell me Toru,β you but down in your lips hard, red, βhow many times do you think?β
He gulped hard as he watched you move, unable to hold himself as your warmth spread all over his cock, βJ-just some- sometimes, when I- I miss you, when I c-canβt get enou- oh god- canβt get enough,β
He moaned softly, head fallen aback and eyes shut close as you rode him slow, rolling your hipsβit took your all to just not give in and fuck yourself dunb over his cock.
βIn the showerβ¦after- after practice,β
You giggled at his words, oh how you felt like a filthy girl in the moment, βall sweaty and dirty? Think bout fuckin me in shower?β
βYeahβ¦β his voice lay a rasp, βthink bout you when Iβm alone,β
Your words, actionsβhe was dizzy with pleasure, legs squirming beneath youβtoes curling in pleasure and hips stuttering as he reeled in for more.
βThink of you when I fuck your daughter too,β and just at that he thrusted harshly into you, gripping your hips as he moved you fastββyouβre too slow,β he grunted.
A low moan escaped you at his wordsβhim too.
Filthy.
Wrong.
You didnβt care.
"d-you think of me too, when- when you canβt touch it? When it- it d-doesnβt feel right?" his question almost sounded innocent, eager to hear your response.
"Courseβ i do. think about my pretty boy all the time. i miss this cock so bad sometimes, 'can't get off the same with any of my toys."
He groaned at thatβyou could feel him twitching inside you.
11:55 p.m.
You werenβt sure when or how you lost all that time- it didnβt matter.
It was your anniversary in 5 minutes and his birthday.
Your hands grabbed his face and pulled him closeβyour boobs thrusted into his face, βcum with me ok? Hold on just a pretty while yeah?β
Your words were a lullaby to him, he nodded mindlessly, attaching his lips onto your nipples, swiping his tongue over your nipples.
Your soaking cunt engulfed his cock as you bounced upon it, head hung back as you chased your highβhis hands kneaded your skinβone pinching your nipples while the other massaged your ass.
If you could, youβd have seen the adoration in his eyes as you fucked your self onto himβbreathy moans and shy grunts, the smell of your sex wafted through the air.
Just another minute.
βS-So good to me-β He stutters, nails latching onto your skin to bounce you more aggressively on his cock as his flustered state slowly dissipates.
So close, both of youβa babbling mess underneath you,Satoru was purely pussy drunkβand just like that, the clock strung 12:00 a.m.
You both drew each otherβs orgasm.
You stay there on top of him for a second, panting and heaving you both layβnuzzling as his fingers drew circles on the small of your back.
Circles, you werenβt aware, those circles were actually his name crafted carefully upon your skin for he knew you were finally his.
βYou good?β
A slight smile on your face as you asked him, he lay beside you in your bedββHappy Birthday Toru,β
βBest birthday Iβve had,β
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I need an AU where this four go to jujutsu high together and are bffs. I don't care that it doesn't make sense. It is a very self-indulgent AU because this 4 are in my top 5 fav characters? Yes.
β°ββ€ βYou keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching.β
PART TWO HERE!
ππππππ πππ!
ππππππ who is the epitome of patience, despite the aching tension in his muscles, remains characteristically calm in the current state of things, fingers drumming patiently against his thigh in hopes that by some miracle, you'd stop with your naΓ―ve little delusions.
It is unbecoming of him to indulge within the familiar presence envy brings along, and though he had once believed himself incapable of feeling an emotion as diabolical as jealousy, watching you flaunt and parade about in that flimsy little dress awakens something primal within him.
He cannot blame the lustrous gazes that are pinned against your swaying body, and though it fills him with pride to know that you were his and his alone, the beast within him did not subside into the darkened depths he had buried it within.
ππππππ who is quick to appear by your side with an expression you cannot quite place, surprise evident in the way you peer up at himβthis reaction is expected, as you were not aware of his presence, believing him to be on a mission somewhere on the outskirts of Japan, dealing with a high level curse. "Darling," you beam at him with so much love it almost blinds him, arms wrapping around his waist, smushing your face into his chest with a gleeful cry, "βI have missed you so much. You should have told me you were coming home."
A fucking pout forms on your face and his resolve shatters, glancing at the insignificant pest that lingers behind you, "I did, had you bothered to read the countless messages I have sent you."
ππππππ who watches in barely restrained amusement as you sputter and reach for your purse, fingers searching mindlessly through the cluttered mess before finally finding your phone, face twisting into something that sends the beast within him roaring, "Oh."
A firm handshake later and Takada takes his leave with a mumbled goodbye and a pained expression crossing his face, stumbling into a few people here and there in his haste to escape the wrath that radiated within Nanami.
"That wasn't very nice, Nami."
ππππππ who grunts in response, glancing around the dimly lit establishment before returning his gaze towards you, "It would appear that I have ruined your night, love. I will let you indulge in one more and then it is time to go home."
You are not happy with the sudden turn of events, opting to click your tongue against your teeth, twirling around before strutting towards the bar. He has the right mind to drag you back, yet he knows you need to loosen upβespecially for what he has planned for you.
You, who had entered his life without much regard of your own, worming yourself deeper and deeper into his life with a mission in mind. Kind and loving, accepting and strong willed, Nanami Kento couldn't help but curse the stubbornness that came along with it, michievous and cunning when you did not get what you wanted.
He considered himself a patient man, a firm believer that actions spoke louder than words, and though he did not believe himself to be cruel, perhaps putting you in your place was a punishment well worth on it's way.
ππππππ who offers no warning as a firm hand wraps around the back of your neck, cock hardening as a surprised moan slips past your lips, pulling you back with a grunt of displeasure, head lowering as he whispers, "You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching. I said it's time to go home," hotly in your ear.
Releasing his hold unto you, Nanami shifts as he slams a few crumbled bills on the counter, keeping a firm hold on your upperarm, "I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home." It isn't that your little friend, nor those who had ventured to close to you for his liking, had touched you without any ulterior motives on their mind, rather than it appeared friendly in nature, had jealousy rearing its ugly head, for it was an instinctive sensation that urged him to throw caution to the wind and fuck you senseless.
ππππππ who is silent as he ushers you towards the rental, a sleek black Mercedes C63 AMG with nothing but a reassuring, yet firm hand, "I don't want to fucking hear it." He has no intention of hearing your feeble apologies, having defied him already once tonight. His patience is running thin, yet a gentleman he remains as he opens the passenger side of the car, forgoing to strap you in.
His thick member strains against his trousers, hands raising and fingers fumbling, loosening his necktie in hopes to appease the burning inferno roaring within him, grunting as he eases into the driver's seat, all too aware of your wide eyes watching his every move.
He turns towards you, making quick work of the buckle of his belt, "Safe word, now!" He respects your dignity too much, he loves you too much, yet even now he knows that you are aware not to push him beyond his breaking point, eyes blown wide with barely restrained lust.
"Yellow."
ππππππ who gives you no warning, barely able to start the car before grabbing a fist full of your hair, semi-hard cock freed from its confinement, "Put that fucking mouth to better use," and then he shoves you down on his length without remorse, moaning as you instantly hollow your cheeks, breathing through your nose as you set the pace, your own moans of pleasure drowning into the sweet pur of the car's engine.
He hardens further into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust of his hips, euphoria coursing through his veins, "Fucking little whore," he is well aware of what his voice does to you, revelling in the way your body trembles in wanton desire, "βgonna fucking tie you up and fuck you raw. Fill you up until all you can taste and feel is me."
ππππππ who threads his fingers through your hear, fucking into your mouth with a growl, urging himself not to glance down and watch you swallow him whole, "Fuck," pedal to the medal and the powerful V8 turbo kicks in, sending his cock further down your mouth, throat constricting in a way that sends him absolutely fucking insane, "βis there anything you canβt do with that tongue of yours?"
You mumble something incoherent, yet as the complex in which you both live looms ever closer, Nanami pulls your delicious mouth off his throbbing member and turns you to face him, "I'm not done with you yet."
Right? I mean damn. My husband, about a week ago, made a joke and asked whether I think about him and I said yes, because I do really think about him and when he asked how much, I responded with not nearly as much as I think about Nanami railing me into kingdom come.
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β°ββ€ βDarling, if you consider the brutal fucking I just gave you an act of jealousy, then you have another thing coming. You won't be able to fucking walk.β
ππππππ πππππ was burning, burning in a cesspool of molten lava with nothing and no one to blame but you, your wanton little moans and pleas of mercy nothing but sweet melodies to his ears, "Hush, or should I gag you, too?"
He is met with desperate gasps and incoherent babbles, his mouth returning to their earlier ministrations, suckling and nipping at your overstimulated clit, tongue running up and down your folds like a man starved.
ππππππ πππππ is a man of his word, this he knows you understand when he hooks his left arm up and over your knees, pulling you closer to the edge, his tongue now delving deeper into your aching hole as his nose presses against your throbbing clit.
Two fingers worked into you, your eyes rolling back into your head as Nanami began a steady rhythm, his tongue flicking over your clit, hips rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, you were riding his hand, smothering his face with your sex, something you had thought about doing, yet never truly having the confidence to do so.
Your body was coiled tighter, gasping as his fingers continued to pound into you, the slippery sounds every time he drove back into you echoing through the bedroom.
You were quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched you right, you made the most glorious sounds βΒ raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered you with his tongue.
You scream for him in such a way that makes his cock harden further, pressing against his pants with a sinister demand to sink into your heat and never leave.
He could feel your walls tighten, your peak nearing, and yet for a moment he indulges in the selfish want to leave you broken and begging for more. He couldnβt make either of them wait any longer. Slowly pulling his head back, aware of the shattered mewl of utter confusion that ripped from your chest, Nanami released his hold on your legs and leaned back, bringing his middle finger down, sliding it gently over your folds with a maniacal grin.
You threw your head back in frustration, lips tugging your bottom lip with barely contained fury. "God, yes. Keep going."
He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering your wetness, parting the puffy folds with two fingers, silent and gouging your reaction as he found your clit, engorged and overstimulated, rubbing it in small circles.
ππππππ πππππ who drowns in the way you cry out, arms straining against the patterned necktie that binds them against the headboard, lips tugging fondly as he recalls your surprised expression upon watching him approach you like a predator stalking it's prey, bulging forearms on prominent display as he loosened the tie, imbueing it with enough cursed energy to ensure no ammount of struggling would unravel his work.
"Good girls get to cum," He focuses on your mouth, then back to your eyes again, then back to your mouth, never once slowing the quick strokes of his fingers. He says your name so softly you are not even sure if his mouth moves. You, still gasping for breath, donβt have time to respond. His hand leaves your aching bundle of nerves, your flushed skin and parted lips threatening to become his undoing.
Now he took the time to rid himself of his clothing, watching you with rapt fascination. "I don't think you deserve this," and with that said and done, Nanami took out his hard, eager cock, and mounted you, hovering above you as he parts your legs with his own, settling between your thighs with a hiss, "but perhaps if you show me you can take it, then I'll reward you by releasing those binds."
ππππππ πππππ who adored the way you twisted from one side to the other, nipples looking as hard as if they were tiny stones. He could not resist them, for he had yet to lavish them with attention.
He bit at them with his teeth, playfully, not hurting you, licking and suckling them with a gentleness that made you whine, "Nanami, please."
He can no longer deny that he needs you just as much as you need him, a singular flick of the wrist undoing the binds that hold you into place, and though he watches you roll your wrists to soothe the aching muscles, he does not intend for you to take back control.
"Nanami," is the only word he allows you to murmur before he slips a firm hand beneath your back, flipping you over before his fingers thread through your hair, gripping the back of your head, whilst the other arm occupies itself by adjusting your position. "Hold on tight, darling."
ππππππ πππππ who is an animal, gripping the base of his cock before alligning it against your tight hole, and with a hiss and a singular thrust, buries himself deeper than ever before, setting a pace that is both brutal and fast, your fingers curling into the soft silken sheets, mouth agape.
"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth, hips pistoning in and out of your tight heat, face twisted into something truly animallistic, "that's a good fucking girl. Taking me so fucking well."
His hands take their place against the slight dip in your waist, grinding you and fucking into you with reckless abandon. Heart pounding, he grunts like a feral animal gone berserk, perspiration clinging to his skin as the gummy walls of your cunt suckle and squeeze at him.
"Mine," he knows you are close, his own peak quickly approaching, a heat unlike anything he had ever felt before blossoming between his thighs, he cannot think straight, "gonna cum inside you."
You nod frantically, eyes crossed and babbling nonsense, "Give it to me."
ππππππ πππππ who releases a guttural cry of pleasure as he spends his creamy white load into your womb, coating the insides of your pussy in his semen, forehead resting against the back of your head as he folds himself over you.
You mumble something, his ears still ringing, "What was that?"
"If making you jealous turns you into this, then sign me the fuck up."
He grins in amusement, landing a smack against your ass, "Darling, if you consider the brutal fucking I just gave you an act of jealousy, then you have another thing coming. You won't be able to fucking walk," another smack, "besides, who said I am done with you?"
ππππππ πππππ was a man insatiable when it came to you.
