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Just saw a post about how people only care about a character’s appearance and not their actual characterization or arc…
While i do think theres a lot of people who are like that, the point of fandom culture is to have fun. The point of making an interesting, appealing— and yes—- attractive character design is to catch people’s attention.
People are allowed to headcanon whatever they want based off of the information made available about said character.
Yes its interesting to do deep dives on characters, their movtivations, their personalities and their arcs, but whats the point of a fandom if we just sit around discussing the same points and character traits that have already been discussed and established 100 times? Don’t you think it would be boring to make every single piece of fan work strictly canon-adjacent? Would you want to read a story thats basically the canon material repackaged into a tumblr post..?
“Xyz wouldnt date anyone, because xyz acts like <personality trait> or xyz only cares about <motivation>”
Okay, while that might be true in the canon universe the respective character belongs to, we are talking about fan fiction. We are talking about an alternate universe in your head where you and i can engage with said character however want.
We dont exist in their canon, and they dont exist in real life.
So let people have fun and create/ enjoy fiction of their favorite characters however they please. Ya’ll get so annoying with this weird attitude towards people who may want to explore different aspects of a character that may not be touched on in their storyline. Or even for finding said character attractive.
People arent “fake fans” or “larpers” for fantasizing or creating. Stop being weird
summary & disclaimers; [PART ONE ?] You and Gojo have had this friends with benefits situation for months. Things are going good for the most part. Late night connivence store trips, sleepovers and casual sex without the romance. It starts to get complicated when you start to want more, but he’s content with what you agreed on.
18+ MDNI , mature themes. Rewrite of the old version i wrote but maybe split into two parts. This work contains the following; marijuana usage, one sided feelings, emotionally avoidant Gojo, cunnilings, fingering, afab anatomy but no explicit pronoun usage.
art credits to mayhem (watermark)
It’s 2am in Tokyo. The crowded city now quieted down to a few sparse groups of people hanging out around late night bars, others walking home from a long day of work. The neon signs hanging off of the sides of buildings reflected on the wet pavement where you walked, pulling the drawstrings of your hood all the way through, shielding yourself from the pelting rain as best as you could.
The corner store you walk up to provides no real shelter, the small shop’s front entryway just broad enough for you to squeeze up close to the door, resting your forehead against the glass. You leaned down to check your phone, wiping the screen off and swiping your messages open.
S.G 🧿
send your lo 3:25a.m
S.G 🧿
yooooo wya 3:37a.m
You
3:57a.m srry I was still walking
You
3:57a.m 📍
You started sharing your location with S.G 🧿
S.G 🧿
It's ok. I’m omw 4:01a.m
S.G 🧿
7 mins 4:01 a.m
You tucked your phone into your pocket as you turned around, squinting against the assault of tiny rain droplets hitting your face, trying to make sense of what was in front of you through the downpour and fog. Moments later, Satoru’s sleek black car pulled up a few feet in front of you, and your phone pinged.
S.G 🧿
U see me? 4:10 a.m
You opened the car door, not even bothering to shake the water off the bottoms of your shoes before clambering in, the rubber floor mats squeaking under your feet. He at least had the decency to crank the heat on full blast, showing up comfortable in lounge pants and a cotton shirt.
His car radio was on low, playing something smooth and moody. “It's not pouring so bad.” he joked, trying to break the silence. You barley turned to look at him, scowling. He glanced at your expression and snorted, looking back to the road. “Hey, you were late this time. That’s not my fault.” You peeled the damp fabric of your hood back from your face, unzipping the jacket and throwing it into the back seat.
“I’m just getting real tired of this shit, Satoru.” he slowed, driving one-handed so he could turn and look at you clearly. “Y’know, The offer still stands. I can still just pick you up at your place.” You waved him off, “Yeah, so I can look crazy? No thanks. I don’t need that kind of attention.”
Satoru laughed and slowly, his other hand creeped its way to your knee. You swallowed the butterflies crawling up from your stomach. “How would I make you look crazy?.” You said nothing at first, and the silence stretched on as you mentally worded what you wanted to say. “Why do we have to do this so late at night?” He also didn't respond right away, and you looked outside towards the blur of neon and fog to escape the pressure of his silence, feeling shame curl up in your belly.
He cleared his throat, squeezing your knee once and returning his hand to the steering wheel, taking a right onto his street.
“it’s the only time that works for both our schedules.” He stopped in front of his apartment, a small luxury studio quietly tucked away on the outskirts of town, close to the school. He killed the engine, stepping out to walk around and open the door on your side. “We could've done this a different day, but you wanted to see me sooo bad” You just scoffed, pushing past him.
It felt like second nature to treat his apartment as if it was your own. Seeing the minimalistic decoration you’ve started bringing into the space gives you a strange sense of giddyness. You and Gojo have had this arrangement for months now, a kind of coworker friends-with-benefits situationship. You’ve known each other for years and privately, you would even admit that you had a little crush on him the very year you started working at Jujutsu Tech. He was always pleasant with you, polite and so handsome it made your eyes hurt to see him without his blindfold on.
It didn’t become complicated between the two of you until you crossed paths with him a week after Christmas Eve. He was walking around the courtyard alone, seemingly lost in thought. You approached him then, keeping up his pace. The two of you talked, joked, and reminisced yet you could tell there was something else on his mind. It was like you weren’t really reaching him. Gojo was a master of covering his affliction with jokes and teasing. Back then you press didnt him for more.
Sometime after, you left the school together and ended up at his apartment passing a blunt and listening to music. You danced to every song he played and laughed together until your sides hurt. Satoru looked at you so silly, his eyes lowered, tinged red and glossy when he told you he wanted to try shotgunning. You kissed him as soon as the smoke left his lips, and he brought you closer to him, the two of you giggling and falling over on his couch, dropping the cherry on the leather and leaving a round burn mark he still points out to this day.
Since then, your relationship has evolved into what it is now. Every Thursday you would meet him in the city, a 20 minute bus ride from your place. Satoru would pick you up, and you would spend the weekend with him. It was fun for the most part. It meant late-night store runs for snacks and junk, frequent movie nights and all nighters, and sometimes, incredible sex that leaves your body thrumming. One thing remained, though.
No feelings involved. It could only be strictly casual. This was an overshadowing rule that you never let yourself forget.
Throughout your life so far you have taken heed to avoid these kinds of situations. Nothing good came from dealing with men who couldn’t even give you commitment. Discernment has been your biggest lesson in life.
All that to say, this kind of arrangement was unlike anything you’ve ever done before. Yet being with Satoru felt like bliss. He kept you close enough to know him intimately, to the point you can tell the distinction when he switches from real and unguarded while you're alone to avoidant and overconfident around his peers. It felt like watching an exhausting display. He even kept a physical barrier up at all times, allowing you in only when you were here, shut out from the world.
You don’t know if your feelings started from your intrigue, or if you just got to know the bastard. Either way, “This” was going fine, but you were starting to care too much; he noticed.
If anybody asked, Satoru would say that he first clocked that you had some kind of crush on him the third– maybe fourth– time you hung out. It was subtle, but the lingering touches and sweet reactions you gave him weren't foreign to him, he knew what it meant when someone looked at him the way you did. At first, he considered pulling away, but withdrawing from you felt like a non-negotiable. Cutting you off felt too cruel, and selfishly, he enjoyed your company. Your attention didn’t feel like cheap admiration and you were never too formal. It felt natural to wake up and see your face, to feel your warmth and weight in his bed, to drive around from sun up to sun down listening to music and going joint for joint.
It felt good to be with you, but it also felt good to do his own thing, no commitment or emotional ties to anybody. Love was his biggest scorn in life. He wouldn’t allow himself to stop and make time for it, and didn't want to be bothered with it. He was satisfied with what was familiar.
This relationship Satoru had with you was easy. He only called you sometimes, and texted you on and off. Cute heart stickers and “imu” when he was away meant much more to you then it ever would for him, but for some reason he can’t bring himself to clear the air. Your heart had turned into a huge elephant in the room you didn’t know he was aware of, and he would keep it that way as long as time allowed. In his mind, there was no need to complicate things. Satoru enjoyed things for what they were in the moment, long forfeiting control of his life to fate. He understood everything comes and goes, but with you it was starting to become dangerous.
Satoru sat on his bed, one foot on the floor while he balanced the rolling tray on his leg. The tv played soft r&b music in the background, bathing the room in a soft grey-light while the rain pattered on outside. He kept the blinds open and the window cracked, necessary to air out the room. You were in the shower and he took the time to roll a joint for the two of you to smoke before bed. Minutes later you finally came around the corner, dressed in a cute nightie and socks, claiming your spot and plucking the joint from his fingers as soon as he twisted the top off.
Satoru watched you as you took your pulls, he noticed how you weren't really looking at him, yet sitting upright when you felt him shift around behind you.
There was something on the tip of your tongue you were thinking about, but he didn’t know what you would say if he asked. He was quiet, thoughtful as he took the joint when you passed it to him, laying back and setting his glasses on the night stand. He braced himself when you turned around, getting under the covers and setting the ash tray on the night table to your side.
But you said nothing, taking a few more pulls before you set the clip down in the tray, watching it burn out, still not turning around. He decided to break the ice.
“Hey.”
You closed your eyes when he shuffled over, closing the space between your bodies. His voice softened, deepened into a croak.
“yeah?”
You were being short on purpose, and he knew.
Satoru rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath ghosting over the back of your neck. One of his arms slid across your waist, loose and unassuming, like he was giving you the chance to shrug him off if you wanted. But you didn’t. His thumb rubbed circles on your hip, a precursor for his favorite way to get you talking.
“You have an attitude today," he mused, playfully dragging the tip of his nose across your cheek. You huffed quietly, keeping your eyes on the tv in front of you. “I don’t have an attitude.” “mhm” Satoru wasn’t convinced, the mattress dipped as he shifted closer to you, tangling his long legs with yours under the covers. “You’ve been quiet since I picked you up. I’m starting to think you’re mad at me or something.” You said nothing, the silence stretched long while he waited for your response, mindlessly caressing your flank. His touches slowly grew more insistent, bolder.
You chewed on your lip when his thumb curled around your panty-line, pointedly tugging on the fabric.
“Why aren’t you showing me any love?” he whispered, freeing his hand so it could travel up your front. You leaned into his touch, your skin burning where he caressed your stomach. “I’m just tired..it's been a day.”
Satoru sighed in feigned sympathy, but not offering more. He already claimed his victory when you surrendered to his touch. Nothing would be on your mind when he was finished. You could already feel the world slipping away when his hands scaled upwards to your chest, squeezing your breasts and retreating south again, cupping you through your panties.
It was hard to hold yourself up when his fingertip pressed up against your clit, slipping through the fabric to rub you slow and rough. Your body moved on its own, clamping your thighs around his arm to drag yourself down into his rhythm, letting him work your bud against his thumb. He kissed your neck and throat the whole time, careful not to leave a mark but firm enough for you to feel it. His other hand kneaded and caressed your chest, pinching and rolling each nipple in turn.
You let out a breath when he slipped his fingers inside, he shifted you over to lay on your back, making his home between your legs. The squelching sounds of your wet pussy were obnoxious, lewd little palps taking up all the space in the room.
Satoru’s quiet words of encouragement were the only things you could make sense of through the haze, your senses completely forfeit control when his face is buried between your thighs, lapping up your fluids like he was made for it, and you liked to think that he was.
His tongue tweaked and tuned your body unlike anybody else before. It was like he memorized every button to press, which dials he needed to turn to leave you just like this, worn down and at his mercy, electrified as you reached your high. Satoru gave you exactly what you needed, a wave of heat pulsed through your nerves as he rode you out through your orgasm, mewling for him when he pulled his soiled fingers out of you just to hold your pretty pussy open for him, his tongue working tight circles over your swollen clit. Satoru tortured you, sucking wet, sloppy kisses over the bud, your fluids decorating his nose and lips with a thin, wet sheen.
When he was done, Satoru let you lay there in peace. He reached over and plucked the clip from earlier off of the ash try, finishing it off while you laid next to him, buzzing.
'After' was oddly the hardest part about all of this. He cleaned you up with a wet wipe before rolling back over to his side of the bed. Satoru threw a lazy “ goodnight” over his shoulder from under the covers, disappearing into a bundle of white just peeking out over his comforter. Unconcerned, like he's given you just enough.
The silence gnawed at you. It always felt like this, like an important step was missing. But it also felt like you swallowed hot lava every time you even thought about asking for more. As if telling him to hold you just once would in and of itself pull you out of this moment and drop you right outside, left to be bare and broken under the freezing rain.
Instead, you waited until he settled. Not really caring if he was truly asleep or not before you got up and padded to his bathroom.
Stopping in front of the mirror, you couldn’t help but stare at yourself, trying to ignore the weird sting you felt in your chest.
You meet your long distance boyfriend for the first time
Choso x reader. 18+ Mdni
cw; afab anatomy, no pronouns. Phone sex, male masturbation/handjob (2x), afab masturbation, oral (reader receiving) anal (he licks your ass) p n v sex, slight praise kink and overstimulation, he humps the mattress, Gojo and Shoko cameo, first meet first fuck, sex with feelings.
Everybody delusional including me, Reader doesn’t know about curses or sorcerers!
4k words - I write from the heart!
Since you were in high school you’ve been a hopeless romantic. There has always been a specific kind of love you’ve always wanted: someone who could caress you, kiss you, and love you. More importantly, a person that could be open with their feelings with you. Someone you could have a real understanding with.
There was an app wallpapered everywhere on the subway stations and public buses, some kind of dating platform called ‘mingle’. The slogan was printed in bright pink font across the bottom of every poster, “mingle new friends!” You had always thought the idea of uploading a picture and description of yourself for strangers kind of put you off. It felt like you were advertising yourself on a store catalog. It wasn’t supposed to be how your love story would go.
But the ad was stupid and kind of eye-catching. The app reviews seemed legit enough for you to download it anyways. You were a grown up and had web safety skills, so you would give it a try.
‘Mingle’ was as gimmicky as you expected. Like all dating apps, it had a pile of matches for you to swipe through. It started to feel counterproductive, you were getting more matches with foreigners than you were with locals. Every person within distance either ghosted you or moved a little too fast. Obviously, it was a waste of time. But you were fixated on trying.
You had been browsing the conversations, checking your friend requests when his profile stood out to you. His account didn’t have a profile picture, just a black circle with the tag name “cho.so”. He had slid on your profile, texting you in Japanese characters. You accepted his request so you could translate the message. “Could you spare a moment?.” Before you typed something back the chat bubble popped up again, this time his message in English: “You’re really beautiful.” Your stomach curled up with something weird. Intrigue went against your better judgement.
“Thanks. What do you look like?” you watched as the bubble popped up for a while and then disappeared. After a few minutes he finally responded. “Should I send you a picture?” “How else would I see you?” “We can video chat” “Just send a selfie.” he typed for a while, before a picture came through.
The man in the photo was certainly…unique. You were especially curious about the long black strip that went over the bridge of his nose, extending all the way under his eyes. Despite his odd-appearance, he was undoubtedly attractive.
“Are you into make-up? looks cool.” “It's not makeup. It's a tattoo.” “even the purple??.” “I don’t get enough sleep.”
The two of you fell into routine, texting so much you even exchanged phone numbers. Video calls were a treat every so often as the time difference didn’t allow you much free time to speak with him. Even so, months in your friendship started shifting towards genuine attraction. What were once innocent interactions started to hold more weight. Both of you knew it, and you made it official.
There were so many nights when your heart ached for him the most. Coming home from a long day of work, all you could think about was unwinding with him. You longed to share a glass of wine, maybe even a bath together. Choso felt the same way too, sending you pictures of himself alone in his bed with a message declaring he missed you.
Sometimes when you manage to stay awake long enough to talk, you would text him to call you, saying it's urgent. When he picks up the phone, you show him how you’ve been playing with yourself, spreading your legs to hold the phone up close. He could see the mess of cum you’d rubbed out of your pussy. Milky white cream coats your fingers, smearing all over your skin as you rubbed yourself down. He watched in awe while you begged him to join you, “I’m still not satisfied.” you sighed, “I need you.. with me.” and of course he does.
Watching him prop the camera up sent a wave of heat down your spine. Your body already knew what he was going to do. Selfishly, you brought the phone up closer to get a better view. He kneeled in front of the camera, pulling his underwear down enough for his manhood to slip out over the waist line. He was already semi-hard and wet with precum, obviously affected by you, wanting you with just as much fervor.
You were mesmerized with the way he stroked himself. He was panting, moaning for you to talk to him, to tell him that you liked what he was doing. Placing the phone back where he could see you, spread yourself open so he could watch. Your fingers circled over your already sensitive clit, too pent up to be patient. Choso leaned closer to the screen, shamelessly fucking himself into his hand.
His hips jolted with every pass over his glans, so close to the tipping point he fell forward to rest against the wall. He bit into his forearm, trying to contain himself. But you weren’t being fair. You put on a show for him, making sure he could see your other hand creeping up to tease your nipples, pulling your fingers away to show him the mess you were making of yourself.
Choso gasped, muffled against his forearm. Your erotic display only pushed him over. “I-i can't hold it.” His fist came down slow and firm, resting against his pubic bone as he squeezed the base of his cock. You called out for him so sweetly it made him wince. “I can’t-”
He curled into himself, flinching into his hand as he came. His camera blurred with the after effects of his orgasm, white ropes of cum spurting all over his fist and the screen. He trembled with the aftershocks, letting the phone fall forward while he caught his breath.
There was a moment of silence before you could see him again. He picked up the phone and wiped the screen with a coy smile on his face. “I loved it, Choso.” you could see his reaction to your words, cheeks tinting red with bashfulness. “I love you.” He was out of view for a second, and then you saw him again, his expression dead serious “I love you too. I would do anything for you.”
He would spend the rest of the night telling you about his life in Japan. He told you he had two younger brothers: Yuji and Todo, and that they all went to the same prestigious school together. You fell asleep to his stories about the quirky teachers that worked there, the odd martial art assignments and exams he had to pass. It left you wishing more than ever that you could see his world in person, to meet those who love him and keep him closer than ever.
One day he called you, waking you out of your sleep. “Choso…? Baby it's like four in the morning here.” he grimaced, uttering an apology. “Theres somebody here that needs to tell you something important.” You sat up in bed, squinting at the screen “Who…?” He shifted the phone over to another man. He didn’t look that much older than Choso, his hair was white as snow and his eyes were so blue you briefly wondered if it was natural. “Hey there.” Charming personality. way too enthusiastic so late at night. “Hello, why do you need to speak with me?” you had to turn your brightness down when he moved.
The man briefly explained that he was a teacher at the school Choso attended, and that as the end of the year was coming up he wanted to give each of the students a gift. “Choso asked me to make arrangements for you to visit him in Japan.” He flipped the camera to show Choso sitting across from him, anxiously rubbing his knuckles. “What do you say? Can you find the time?” you didn’t think about it, your heart just lurched. “Y-yes! Of course!, yes.” You were wide awake now, already logging on to your company website to ask for time off.
Two weeks later, you land in Tokyo. The anxiety is eating you alive. You were finally here, you were going to meet Choso. Two people waited for you outside the terminal. You recognized the tall man immediately. He was oddly wearing a blind fold, holding a big sign with your name written across, “Welcome to Tokyo!" painted on the bottom with glittery markers. Two stick figures of you and Choso are drawn on every corner of the board, surrounded by hearts and flower stickers. The other person was a woman with a doctor's coat. She stood next to him, smoking a cigarette and chatting away.
It felt a bit excessive, but you couldn’t say it didn’t make you gleam. You walked up to them, smiling hard with excitement and utter joy.
On the drive over they introduced themselves and told you a little bit about the school and you shared some comments about your relationship with Choso. Before long, you arrived in front of the hotel they booked for you. Gojo signed you in, and Shoko handed you the key card to your room. Before they left, Gojo handed you a debit card, insisting you use it as you please during your stay.
When you finally checked your phone, you saw that Choso had texted you a few times. “ Did you arrive?” you smiled when you saw that he had texted you a picture of the sign. “Gojo and Yuji helped me make it.”
You called him and agreed on meeting tomorrow. You stayed up all night talking, too excited to try and sleep. He told you about how he wanted you to meet his brothers, asking if he could plan something for the four of you on one of your days. He paced around the room while he talked, and it warmed your heart that he was thrilled to see you. Exhaustion won you over and you fell asleep. He stayed on the phone with you until morning.
The next day came and you quickly got yourself together. Choso said a driver was coming to pick you up, and that he would be there too. You put on your best outfit, double checking your whole look in the mirror.
The hotel phone rang. “Hello guests in room 308, there are people in the lobby here to see you. Should I tell them that you’re here?” you tried not to squeal into the phone. “Yes, yes. I’ll be down in a minute.”
Your heart sank straight down to your ass the moment you stepped into the elevator. The way down felt too slow. Checking your phone, he had already texted you: “I’m here. I can’t wait to meet you.”
You stepped out into the lobby, nervously playing with your hands. He came to you before you could spot him. “Hey.” Choso walked up and you felt your heart lurch. You stood there, speechless while he smiled at you. “I..I-” he took your hands in his, bringing them up to kiss your knuckles. “I’m happy to see you. How are you liking Japan?” Choso was so handsome up close. His hair was tied up in two pigtails, giving you an un-obstructed view of his face. He was here, so close to you and so warm.
“I’m liking it a lot better now.” you shyly reached for a hug and he didn’t hesitate to embrace you. He smelled so good. “Let’s spend some time together.” he whispered, nuzzling the top of your head with his cheek.
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Spending the day with Choso felt like a dream. He took you out on a date to a cafe, and later showed you some of his most favorite places in the city. Choso was all a gentleman, he was emotional, sincere and gentle with you. He held your hand everywhere you went, guiding you around and keeping you close to him. The anxiety you felt at first faded away fast, and now all you wanted was for the day to last forever.
When you came back to the hotel, Choso didn’t follow you into the lobby. “What, aren’t you coming?” you reached for him, grabbing his hands and pulling him with you. “I wasn’t sure if you..wanted me to-” he was suddenly awkward, looking away. You smiled, “Of course I do.” Overcome with a bit of bravery, you leaned forward to peck him. Before you part, he held on to you, kissing you softly. His hands rested on your forearms, thumbs tenderly rubbing circles on your elbows. You weren't sure who pulled away first, only that you wanted more.
“Stay with me..” you plead. Your gaze went from his lips to his eyes, “I can’t stand another night without you. Please..” he took in a breath, nodding his head and leaning down to kiss you again. “Okay,” he whispered into your lips, “show me where to go.”
Having him in your hotel room made you nervous. While he sat on the bed you paced around the room, keeping yourself busy picking up shoes and clothes you had strewn across the floor.
You reached for the mini fridge, looking back to catch him watching you. “Want some water?” He chuckled “no.” You watched him stand and to walk up to you. He wrapped his arms around your midsection. Choso eased you to turn around, capturing your lips. He started off timid, gaining confidence and melting into you. You sighed into the kiss, following his lead, pulling him closer.
Your arms came up to rest on his shoulders, hugging him to your body. He pecked you again before he spoke, out of breath and sincere. “Do you want me?” The implications of his question made your chest burn.
He watched your reaction, suddenly nervous “Can i.. i-“ You kissed him again, allowing the tension between you thicken, so hot it was making you dizzy.
He let you go, instead leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. He held you by your torso, nipping your skin to leave his mark. Your fingers found his hair, holding onto him and gasping his name. You could see how every praise affected him, feel how his heart pounded in his chest.
“Please tell me…if anything I'm doing.. is wrong. ” he grunted when you shifted in your spot, brushing your body against his. His reactions only made you bolder “I want you, Choso. Please don't make me wait any longer.”
At your words, he almost couldn’t contain himself. He led you towards the bed, laying you down and taking his place on top of you. His hands scaled your entire body, stripping you down.
He kissed down your body, starting from your lips all the way to your navel. He looked up at you, entirely a mess. His pigtails were dismantled, inky strands framing his face, over his eyes. Your hand came down to cup his cheek.
You guided his hand towards your waistline, letting his fingers curl over the fabric of your panties. There was no going back, his eyes mirrored the same yearning you had in yours. You were too impassioned to dream of pulling away now.
He pulled the garment off of you slowly, watching as it slid down the length of your legs to slip them off your feet. He didn’t stop himself from staring, entranced with the sight of you. He was so close, and it made you nervous.
You flinched when his lips met your inner thigh. Choso crept his way up, pressing a sweet kiss over your pussy. “You’re even prettier up close,” he slid his thumb up your slit, spreading you open to get an eyeful.
He kissed your clit, watching your face as he experimentally rolled his tongue over you. After a moment he eased himself into it, getting comfortable with shamelessly making out with your pussy.
He was eager, looking up to watch the way your body arched every time he eased his tongue inside. You couldn’t watch, Choso was just so messy. He shoved his whole face into you, sucking loud kisses against your wet pussy, covering his whole mouth and chin in your arousal.
He moaned against you, and you’re conscious enough to catch him humping against the mattress. His eyes closed, a layer of sweat on his brow while he rubbed himself against the bed. Arousal burned in your stomach, spreading through your whole body as you came.
Choso grunted, whining as you tugged his hair, dragging him as close as possible. You rode his face until every last tremor in your body passed. When he pulled away his mouth glistened with the fluids of your orgasm. He looked so erotic, so wrecked. His lips were swollen, parted as he panted from his effort. He was on you again, kissing your sensitive pussy slowly. He went lower, lower until you felt him press a kiss against your asshole. Choso had you curled up, knees to chest as he licked you from top to bottom. You wheezed, embarrassed and straining from the tension, burning up with every drag of his tongue.
“Baby..” you gasped, reaching to hold your knees apart, keeping yourself open for him. “Hm?” he spat on you, kissing your hole again “Y-you– it’s too much.” he parted from you out of mercy, looking up at you from below. “Do you want me to stop?” Your legs trembled when he neared you again. “Anything you want, I can give it to you.” His breath passed over your skin, and you winced, too sensitive to withstand it. “What about you?” your voice waivered, gaining strength as he lowered your bottom half. “You still have everything on.”
He stood up to strip, and you could see the wet spot on the fabric of his sweats.. He pulled his bottoms off, letting you see everything he had to offer.
You took in the sight of his body. He was muscular, lean and littered with faint scars. His cock stood against his pelvis, hard and wet with cum. His tip was flushed a pretty pink, fading into the pale skin of his shaft. It made your mouth water, irresistible enough to make you lean up to meet him, kissing his abdomen.
Choso sucked in a breath. You had him wrapped around your finger, seducing him with the slightest looks and the faintest touches. He moaned when your wandering hands came down to grab his length, dragging your hand up and down again and again. He could tell you were a bit out of practice, maybe even bits of your anxiety lingered. His hand came to cover yours, easing you into a tighter hold, thrusting into your fist until he found his rhythm.
Choso leaned downward, taking your lips into a sloppy kiss. You could hear him cursing, moaning into your mouth with every pass of your hand over his cock. His hips followed every drag, stuttering into your grasp while you sucked his tongue.
Paying attention to his tip, you used your thumb to rub over his glans, smearing around the mess of cum already on his skin.
“Does it feel good?” you teased, now feeling emboldened by his desperation. He slouched forward, panting and weak. You tightened your grip enough to hold him firm, stroking his tip with quick, rhythmic strokes “I like it s-soo much.” he held onto you hard, his body stiffening against yours. He grit his teeth as his cum spilled into your fist, hot and plentiful. His legs struggled to hold him up as you worked him through the aftershocks, almost falling forward while you squeezed out every last drop of strength he had.
You pulled him back down to bed with you, entangling yourself again. His dick was still hard, warm and pulsing between your thighs. Choso seemed to be slowing down, flattening you against the bed as he kissed you, unhurried and meaningful. He pulled away to look at you, his hand cupping your face so he could take you in properly.
“I don’t know how I can keep living without you.” His forehead came to rest against yours, grazing the tip of his nose against your own. “I can hardly believe this is real.” you giggled, coming up to cradle his face with your hands “maybe we can come up with a solution..” you wanted to say more but you couldn’t even think straight, not with his hard body so close to yours. “I want to be with you every day, Choso. I don’t want to go home.” he closed the small gap between you, brushing his lips against yours so you can feel his sincerity, to feel the warmth of his heart through his affection “you don’t have to.” he reassured, kissing you sweetly. You could feel your heart thrumming harder than before.
Choso held you in his arms, laying you on your side so you could come to hug him. He lifted your leg to rest on his hip, leaving you spread enough for him to access your entrance. Slowly, he slid inside you, holding you closer as he started off easy.
He felt so hard, his cock thick and stretching you open with every push inside. Choso hid his face in your neck, licking and biting you there as he worked. “You don’t have to go.” you trembled as his hand squeezed your hip, sliding down to palm over your ass. “You can stay here, w-with me and..and-” you cut him off, yanking him into a kiss.
You gyrated your hips, grinding back into him the best you could. Your lips swallowed his moans, gasping into his mouth while his hips stuttered between your legs. “I-i will. I’ll go home and..i’ll save up to move on my own” you let him lower you onto your back, pushing your legs apart so he could lean over you. He could never stop fucking you, the lewd sounds of your pussy sucking him in occupied the silence, trapping you in a haze of love and lust.
Choso held your chin between his fingers, making you look him in the eyes while he took you down. “Do you mean it?” he grunted, pushing his hips against yours all the way, filling you until the hilt. “Do you really want to stay?” you could only nod, the air pushed out of your lungs as he fucked you harder. The surface of his pelvis slapped against the back of your thighs with every stroke, his thick cock kissing your cervix enough to make your toes curl.
With nothing left to say, Choso focused on unraveling you. His lips found your nipples, kissing and nipping one to then tend to the other. You lost yourself to him, the warm pulses of pleasure taking down your defenses and leaving you boneless.
He probed you, trying to earn a reaction. He watched with fascination as your body contorted away from his touch, sensitive to him. “Choso..you’re fucking me s-so good.” you let him restrain your hands, holding your wrists down next to your head. ‘I f-feel so-ah!-- s-so good baby. Soo good..” your praises only spurred him on, lifting your legs to rest over his shoulders so he could be closer; to fuck you even deeper. A thin layer of sweat coats your bodies, and your thighs felt tacky with splatters of your mixed fluids.
“I want you forever.” Choso’s voice picked up into a whine, strained and hoarse from your hours of fornication. “ I want to see you every day,” his hand slid between your sweaty bodies, the rough pads of his fingers meeting your clit. He rocked into you, rubbing rough circles over the swollen bud. You felt so sensitive it almost hurt, your body overwhelmed with waves of stimulation you couldn’t run from, arching against him, sinking him deeper. “I never want to be away from you again.”
You couldn’t hold it anymore, your body jolted away as your orgasm washed over you, searing hot and electrifying. Your walls clamped down around his cock, holding him inside as your body pushed him off the edge. Choso’s body covered yours, too spent to even hold himself up anymore.
When he pulled out, you could feel his cum trailing out and running down your thigh. You focused on catching your breath while he cleaned you up, not even hearing what he was saying to you, your nerves still humming and exhausted.
He made himself comfortable behind you, scooping you up to cuddle you close. Like every night you spent on the phone, he talked to you until you fell asleep, dreaming of his stories and a life with him.
You didn’t know how you would make it work, but you will. Neither one of you could ever dream of pulling straying away, now intertwined and closer than ever.
you get your wolfy boyfriend a collar -- nsfw ver.
Fluff ver.
Valko x reader - mdni 18+
afab reader anatomy, no pronouns.
cw: I guess a little pet play?, rough sex, restraining during sex, pronebone, collar and leash, riding, doggy style, male masturbation/handjob, nipple play, oral (reader receiving) both of them switch, pwp, valko has a normal dick. sorry, not into the knot thing lol
minimal editing I write from the heart
Valko possessed all the hallmarks of what a proper leader should be.
He was bold, intuitive, and stronger than any man you had ever met. While he made you feel safe, he's shown that he has an innate need to protect you and make his presence known to everybody. He was here, you were his.
But with his forwardness and your headstrong personality, both of you ran into a unique set of problems.
When it came to your everyday life, you and Valko both had your own responsibilities. He was wrapped around your finger, inthralled with you and the home you've made together. But you've noticed that his need to impose dominance has crept its way into your bedroom.
Neither of you let up, almost in competition with each other. When he holds you down you still choose the pace, straining to lift your hips despite his stronghold on your arms. He folds them against your back, the gentlest restraint he could muster while his body endured your defiance.
You grin into the pillow when he lets you have your way, letting you fuck him back. He leans down and nips the nape of your neck, breathing you in. The heady scent of your mixed arousal made his heart pulse, his senses were overwhelmed with you: the heat of your body, your taunts as you squeezed him hard. His cock ached, so hard inside of you that it hurt. His thrusts slowed to near-timid strokes, letting you grind and bounce on him until the ache stung him from the inside out.
He's quick to let you go, opting to grab you by the hips instead. His other hand laid flat on your back, firm enough to keep you still. His revenge was unrelenting. He rolled his hips into you once, breaking into a rhythm that didn't allow for you to catch your breath. Your pussy was a mess, the hard push and pull of his cock while he fucked you produced noises so obscene your body buzzed from the lewdness of it all.
He pushed you down, flat on your stomach to grind into you, gripping the headboard so he could lean closer to your head. You could only barley see him from the corner of your eye, his ears folded back into a head of messy hair, sweat sticking maroon strands his forehead.
His brows were furrowed, too obviously strained with the effort of fucking you properly. Valko licked your ear, sucking a bite into the thin skin. The sting of his fangs lost to the greater sensation of his hips coming down on you.
"You’re so good." he moaned, reeling back to push into you again. At this point he was almost squatting behind you, hips snapping into you over and over in an uninterrupted stride. "But I think I win this round."
It wasn't that you didn't like when he took the reigns, but you craved the satisfaction of seeing him fall apart. The times he let you lead were starting to become few and far in between. You figured it was time for a change of pace.
You waited for Valko to return from work, the dark green leather collar and leash sitting in a box under the bed. He would be home in a few minutes, just enough time for you to wait for him, wearing nothing but your matching panties and bra.
You heard the keys at the door and rushed into position, siting at the edge of the bed with your legs crossed. "Honey?" you heard him walking around the into your house, heading towards the room "are you hiding?" he pushed the door open and faltered seeing you there.
"its good that you're home now" he stepped all the way in, making his way to you. "what"s going on?" Valko's confusion didn't stop him from stripping his layers, half way naked by the time he reached the bed. "Did I earn something special?"
You giggled, getting up to strut around him "there's no special occasion," you stopped, pulling him close by the nape of his neck. You ghosted your lips over his, "but I'm in the mood for something new."
Valko leaned forward to catch your lips, but you moved away, brushing past him and back towards your side of the bed. "What do you mean by that?" he was taking on a rasp, swallowing hard when you bent over and showed him everything, your cute lace panties hugging your pussy just right. He could smell you from here, sweet and inviting. He shifted in his place.
You pulled out the box, all dressed up with wrapping paper and a lace ribbon. " You got me a gift?" He shifted the box around in his hands when you handed it to him. "It feels light." you motioned for him to open it, sitting on the bed.
He popped the lid and froze for a second. You stilled, biting your lip as he pulled the collar out of the box, the little pendant jingiling in the air.
You tried to relax when he finally looked your way. His eyes were unreadable, staring you down with something akin to ferocity.
"Is this what you want to try?" he made his way over to stand between your legs. His hand cupped your chin, and you met his gaze. "You want me to be your dog?" You could only smile at him, standing so you could be face-to-face. "We can put it that way," He let you grab the collar from him. The little pedant jingled as you unbuckled it, wrapping it around his neck. He let you, his eyes burning into yours as you tightened the strap.
You looped your finger around the leather, pulling him towards your body. "You're standing down today." Valko said nothing, the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. "Feeling bold today, huh? I hope you can live up to what you're saying." You scoffed, pushing him back. He laughed and you retreated the leash, clipping it on and pulling him with you towards the bed.
You sat right up against the headboard, tugging him forward to sit in front of you. "Now," Valko tensed as you parted your legs, your pussy barley concealed by the thin lace, he could see the wet spot right where your entrance would be, already weeping for his attention. "I think you know what to do."
Valko chuckled, his hands coming up to hold your knees apart. "I don't." he looked at you, smiling with all mischief. "Aren't you supposed to train me?"
You tugged on the leash hard, forcing him between your thighs. "Fine. I want you to eat me out. You'll stop when I tell you to."
He scoffed, leaning down to press his face against your heat. he breathed you in, groaning into the fabric of your panties. His warm breath against you made your clit pulse. Arousal sparked through you as he worshipped your pussy, finally stripping your panties off.
Valko was the type of man that struggled to be delicate, he devoured you as if he could eat your whole pussy in one go. He paid attention to the details, dragging his tongue up and down your wetness. He leaned in deeper to make out with your inner labia sucking wet, sloppy kisses over your swollen clit.
You leaned back into the pillows, enjoying the pleasure your man had to offer. His tongue felt like it was searing hot, electric against your most sensitive spots. His hands came up to grab a hold of your tits, smushing the fabric of the bra against you without a care.
"F-fuck, use your fingers." you gasped, pushing his arm down. Valko chuckled against you, shifting to the side. He threw your leg over his shoulder, damn near folding you in half. You shivered when the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing rough and slow. torturous on purpose. You swallowed your whimper when they migrated downwards, pressing just right against your entrance.
"look at that, " he whispered, watching your warmth suck his fingers in, wrapped tight around his knuckles. You said nothing, words caught in a gasp as he fucked you open, sealing his lips back over your sensitive pussy.
"Yes, yes , yes." your back lifted off the bed chasing his mouth. Valko grunted, closing his eyes as he focused his attention on your weeping clit. The tension on the leash spurred him on, eating you with intention. His fingers stroking you in a way that could only make you fall apart.
Your body tensed as you came, your body rocking into his hands and mouth. He didn't relent, even as the pleasure crashed its way through your body. Tight, hot waves of ecstasy washed over you as he sucked on your clit, holding firm even as your hips jerked and rocked into his face.
"augh, stop, stop." you gasped, pushing his head away. He parted from you, breathless and his face soiled with your orgasm. He waited patiently while you caught your breath, his own arousal catching your eye through the haze.
"Strip your boxers off and sit in front of me, with your back turned." Valko obeyed, situating himself between your legs, leaning back into you. He looked at you, his ears twitching. "I want to watch you..stroke yourself. But you can't cum until I say so." He grumbled something under his breath, closing his eyes and leaning against you. "I think you're on a little bit of a power trip, babe." his body betrayed his words, you can see the way his dick was pulsing, exposed and twitching in the still air.
"Do what I say, be a good boy." He couldn’t utter a response, spitting in his hand and starting off slow. His breath deepened, his strokes starting off lazy and out of rhythm. You watched how he tightened his hold every time his hand came back up, squeezing his tip ever so slightly with every pass.
You littered kisses over the span of his neck, sucking red hickeys into his skin. Your hands crept up to his chest, grazing his nipples just to tease. He stiffened against you for a second, slowly melting back into bliss as you rubbed his chest and abdomen.
"I think you can go a lot quicker than that." his breath hitched, closing his eyes when your fingers teased him more, twirling and thumbing his nipples from behind. He began to quicken his pace, his voice lowering into rough grunts and curses. You pinched him, watching in delight as his hips bucked upwards, chasing the strokes of his palm.
You bit his neck just to hear him whine and he abruptly stopped, his hard dick stiff and swollen against his navel. Valko looked up at you, eyes unfocused and blown out. "I-i was gonna cum." he breathed, his body still melted into yours. You rubbed a kiss against his cheek, a tiny show of praise.
You shifted him off of you, climbing on his lap. You could feel his thighs tense when you were flush up against him. He could feel the wetness of your slit against his cock, a tiny slither of pre-cum wetting the tip.
"are you excited for what comes next?" you balled the leash up in your first, guiding his head up to look at you. He panted, shifting in place.
"well?" you tugged on the leash and he scowled, his hips jolting under you "yes." he grit, hands pulled into tight fists at his sides. He was fighting the urge to flip you on your back and fuck you hard, choosing to withstand the control you have over him right now. It was thrilling, having you boss him around the way you are. But he kept the thoughts to himself, waiting to see how far you could go.
His train of thought was cut off, letting out a groan so deep it shocked you. Valko gritted his teeth as you moved your hips back and fourth, dragging your warm sex over his sensitive cock. You watched as his brows furrowed in concentration, his legs parting to give him some relief from the stimulation.
Before he could collect himself, you slipped him inside, breathing out from the effort of sitting all of him inside of you. You eased into an easy rhythm, gauging his reaction to your movements. Valko could only lean back, his hands holding onto your thighs to ground himself.
You giggled, leaning over to kiss him sloppy, moaning into his mouth as you picked up the pace. Valko held on to you like a life line, his hands roamed your body. His palms grabbed and rubbed your ass, coming back up to hold on to your waist, pushing up to meet your hips as subtly as he could.
"fuck. you're too good." he grunted, his breaths picking up into whines. His hand came up to unclip your bra, bringing you down into a kiss to conceal his pleasure. You rolled your hips down, grinding into him hard and watching him break. His head fell forward into your chest, pathetically sucking kisses into the skin of your breasts.
The little pendant jiggled with the force of your hips rocking you both, taunting him as he felt his release creeping up. He couldn't fight back against the burning arousal in his stomach, the waves of pleasure getting stronger, tighter inside his core.
As his last line of defense, his fingers found your clit, rubbing quick, rough circles into the swollen bud. You felt your hips jitter, rocking forward and holding on to his shoulders as you dropped your hips down. Your legs started to tremble from the strain, just on the edge of release.
Valko powered you through it, grabbing your hips and maneuvering you, thrusting up into you with a new found desperation. You had played with him for too long now, stalled his nature for as long as you could.
You were on your back in an instant, the leash dangling in your face as he filed you to the brim. "Valk- oh my god" he was unforgiving, holding your ankles up to your ears while he pushed into you, spreading you open so you couldn't hide, couldn't yank him around anymore.
"what's the matter ?" he snarled, working his hips into you, striking you right where you liked it, the pleasure rushing towards you in overwhelming shocks. He punched the air out of your lungs, leaning forward so he could kiss you, pushing himself in to the hilt.
He snickered when you cried out for him, his huge body obstructing your view. All you could see, feel and smell was your werewolf. “Shut u-ah-up” “Come on, babe. you were so t-tough just now." You could see through his teasing, he was just as close to losing control as you were, his hips stuttered against you, his thrusts getting shorter.
Your climax hit you with force, clamping down around him as he came inside of you, reeling you both into ecstasy, The nerves in your body felt like they were buzzing, wave after wave of pleasure consuming your senses, melting you into each other in bliss.
Your body stung from the inside out, overstimulated and spent. Valko collapsed next to you, panting as he tried to catch his breath.
After a few, you reached over and unclasped the collar, throwing it behind you as you curled up into his embrace.
"So," you leaned up to look at him, a soft smile on your face. "What do you think about leaving me in charge?"
Valko smiled at you, kissing your nose before collapsing back into the pillows. "You win."
not edited i wrote this at like 5am. No nsfw but mdni
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It was hard to imagine yourself dating a real life werewolf
Actually, you didn’t even know those kinds of mythical beasts even existed.
Being in a relationship with Valko was a refreshing yet odd addition to your life. He behaved exactly like you would expect an over-sized puppy to act. It took days for you to get used to him scenting you, following you, and establishing his reign at your place by leaving his clothes everywhere.
Your apartment hardly felt like your own anymore. When you walked in all you could smell was men’s cologne and his natural musk- woodsy, dark and bold. Slowly, you began to associate his scent with coming home. Washing laundry together became a routine, lounging in the living room was now a regular pass time. His life became totally intertwined with yours.
As your relationship became more serious, you started to feel like you wanted him to feel like he was yours just as much as you felt like you were his. Your home had become his wolfden, he was everywhere from floor to ceiling and yet, he had nothing to show his devotion to you besides the pictures of you he has in his office.
You wanted it to be a gag joke at first, but when the choker you bought actually arrived in the mail, it was apparent that you were actually giving this to him and he might actually wear it.
It was hard to feel prepared for his reaction. Maybe you’ll nonchalantly hand the collar over and pretend it wouldn’t thrill you to see him wear it. Perhaps you’ll end up having to apologize profusely if you somehow offend him, (aren’t werewolves supposed to be fierce and free?) you traced your finger over the pedant that came attached to it, hoping the tiny initials engraved in silver would give you a boost of confidence.
With only a few minutes left until Valko came home, you dressed the box up all nice with wrapping paper and lace ribbons, going as far as to hide it under the couch, perfectly out of view to buy you enough time to set the stage.
You knew he was coming in before he announced himself. Valko was all shoulders and muscle, always looking just as handsome as the last time you saw him. His fluffy ears swiveled forward, already making his way over to you, touchy and clingy as usual.
“what’d you do today?” Valko brought you into his embrace, nuzzling the crown of your head with his cheek. “You smell different. Am i making you nervous?”
This was part of how he unwinded. After work you became the center of his day, and that included scenting you and draping his massive frame over yours so his presence was still fresh. You forgot he could pick up on slight changes in your mood during the whole process. After all, Valko was as intuitive as he was attentive.
“Actually, i got you something.” You could feel his tail thumping against the side of your thigh, but his voice remained neutral, almost teasing. “Really? You got me a gift?” You nodded, half of your face still smushed and warm against his chest.
He let you go, crossing his arms. Expectantly, he extended his hand out, waiting for the offering. “Let’s see it.”
You knew he would never hurt your feelings, but you were still nervous. You retreated the little box, padding over to him with the gift behind your back.
Valko leaned over to look at what you were hiding, but you dodged him, waving your finger in his face “uh uh. Close your eyes” you mused. He snorted, but obeyed.
“Now hold your hands out.” “You’re kinda scaring me, pup. Whats the mystery?” You rolled your eyes. “Just do it. “ you placed the box in his hands, watching him and holding your breath as he inspected it. “What is it?” He held it up to his nose, sniffing the wrapping paper before tearing it off, messy by nature.
You bit your lip when he opened the box, his ears showed his surprise as he carefully pulled the choker out, inspecting the pendant that now looked even tinier in his large palm.
“Well?” You came closer, placing your hand on his shoulder to lean your cheek on his bicep, an effective way to hide your embarrassment if he didnt like it. “What do you think?”
Valko turned to you with a smirk. “Is this how you claim your territory?” His thumb traced over the strip of leather before he handed it back, kneeling in front of you. “I like it. Put it on.”
Now it felt a little fair. You carried his scent with you and now he carried a piece of you too, a true “you’re mine” sort of dynamic.
mdni- afab reader (no explicit pronouns used), massage, edging, handjob, oral (male receiving), Zuko is oiled up and kinda subby sorry , overstimulation, reader and Zuko are married, slight spoilers (not detailed) minimal dialogue, detailed descriptions of oral sex. Yall ngl i did NOT edit this
Your husband's leadership in the Firenation helped bring forth a new era of peace to the world. Through his and the Gaang's back-breaking work, they have made it possible for all of the elements to live together in the Republic City.
However, Zuko's responsibilities to his country alone was taking a toll on him, and you noticed very quickly that your husband needed some kind of reprieve.
While he sat through long council meetings and diplomatic negotiations, you handled the general public, making sure the needs of your people were met. However, the constant trips far from home meant he came back to you drained and exhausted. Sometimes even injured.
His latest excursion, a wild adventure somewhere far where he was at some point, brought back from the brink of death. He had written you a letter telling you all about it, sending your personal messenger bird days before his voyage back to you.
You barley waited for him to get off the airship before you leaped at him, bringing him close, kissing him before he could greet you.
Zuko’s tired body melted into yours, embracing you firmly against the hard planes of his body, he felt stiff— likely sore from the hard battles he fought. “Hey” he breathed, almost like a sigh of relief. You smiled, pecking him once again. “Hey, welcome home..”
Civilians whooped and cheered from a few feet away, and you waved them off with a smile, dragging your tired husband away to your quarters.
You waited while he bathed, pulling the thick canopy back and stripping the top layer of sheets from your bed, readying a warm pot of oil and steaming a few towels for a surprise massage you were sure Zuko would appreciate.
When he came back to your room, Zuko let you guide him to the bed with no complaints. His hair was pulled back and away from his face, but you couldn’t see the tender look is his eyes watching you as you scurried around, lighting candles and burning incense to set the mood.
“Okay. Scooch” You chirped, grabbing your husband’s shoulder and nudging him to roll onto his stomach. Zuko complied, lazily lying face down, and you bit back a comment about how nice his ass looked wrapped up in just a loose towel.
Years of combat training shaped your man up to be lean and muscular, his back told stories of hard work and unwavering discipline. But you could feel the knots under all that discipline, and so you quickly got to work.
You rubbed some of herbal oil onto your hands, sitting on your husband’s lower back as you worked at his shoulder blades and upper section first.
Zuko wheezed and groaned as you rubbed his muscles. The pain felt so good, and he felt like he could fall asleep right there. You moved down to his lower back and up again before you made him roll over, straddling his hips to rub him down.
Now, it was getting harder to concentrate on the relief. Zuko knew you meant well, but he was just a man. A man who just came back from weeks of being several miles away from his beloved wife.
It was so sweet, you were so focused on making him feel relaxed, kissing his face and rubbing his chest. Zuko basked in the affection, failing to stop his body from reacting.
You shifted backwards and finally felt him, hard and peeking out from under the towel. "Zuko?" you turned to your husband, shocked. His cheeks were flushed red, but he didn't look the slightest bit ashamed. He met your gaze steadily, big hands coming up to squeeze your thighs.
"Sorry," you could tell he didn't mean it, his wandering hands came back down to palm your ass, unapologetically feeling you up while you were still sitting over his hard dick. He sat up, kissing you sweetly. " I feel so much better already, honey."
Oh, so he thought he was funny.
You let him cop another feel before he was on his back again, you stripped the towel he had completely off, settling yourself right next to him. your hands caressed his stomach, feeling his hard abs and creeping lower, ghosting over his pelvis.
Zuko’s body followed your touch, raising his hips to meet your hands as they slid down the length of his dick. In a display so needy, he thrusted into your fist, breathing out curses while you just held him, your other hand caressed his chest and collarbones, your touch so teasing and nurturing it melted him.
You rubbed your thumb over his nipple, enjoying how the candle light defined every ridge and plane of your husband’s body. The oil from earlier added an erotic sheen to his skin that made your mouth water, providing the perfect lubricant for one last massage.
Zuko’s body jolted as you began to stroke him, the slick sounds of your hand jerking his cock made him dizzy. He laid back, relaxing into the pile of extravagant pillows behind him, surrendering to your touch.
“you’re so good to me, honey.” He groaned, his arm came up to rest over his eyes “fuuck, you’re so so good.”
You giggled, bringing your other hand down, cupping his balls while your other hand kept its pace. “Isn’t it my duty as your wife to make sure you’re always healthy?”
Zuko’s arm came down quick, grabbing the sheets, hips jerking. You kept twisting your wrist up and down in a steady rhythm, occasionally pausing to give the tip of his cock the attention it deserved, rubbing his sensitive glans with your palm, relishing as your husband became defenseless. His chest rose and fell in rough inhales. He was close, but you weren’t ready to be done yet.
Right on the brink of his orgasm, you pulled away. Zuko sat up on his elbows, panting and staring at you like you had just slapped him across the face. You looked away from his eyes and stood, grabbing one of the extra towels to clean your hands off. “Baby..w-what are you doing?” he sounded like he was begging, his voice broken and pleading. His dick felt so heavy and swollen, pulsing with the phantoms of his ruined orgasm.
“Shhh.” You were back to his side, wiping the oil off of his pelvis and cock. Zuko hissed, almost trembling. He was still sensitive but miles away from where he was just a few seconds ago. “Just let me help, sit back.”
Stars blurred in his vision as your mouth descended downwards, swallowing him little by little, dragging it out to make it sweet and painful. He could only tense, all his muscles freezing in place as you began to suck him properly. Closing his eyes and gripping the sheets was Zuko’s only defense, sweet whines and whimpers escaping him that he didn’t even recognize.
Quickly, his orgasm built back up again, he jerked his hips up, moaning and chasing the tight suction your lips had around his tip “augh, fuckfuckfuck.” Zuko made the mistake of looking down at you, meeting your scalding gaze as you took him all the way down, gagging around him as your throat swallowed around his cock. Tears welled up in your eyes as you still bobbed your head, nose coming up flush against his pelvic bone.
Zuko just couldnt hold it anymore. He came so hard it felt like he buffered, choking out your name while his hips stuttered, out of his control. The sheets twisted and wrinkled under his grip, and he barely had the self control to not burn holes through the mattress.
But you just kept going. he could only feel you there, between his legs. Sucking every ounce of cum you could. The rest of his body felt hot and numb, as if all his nerves had traveled to his dick and nowhere else.
He sat up, fingers threading through your hair, desperate to be grounded as you overstimulated him.
Your husband whined and gasped for mercy. You swallowed him again and again, making a sloppy mess of spit and cum smear on your chin and on his pelvis.
Zuko looked a mess, his long hair had come down from the loose tie he had it in, disheveled and messy. His body resisted against the searing pleasure from your mouth, but he planted himself in place, jerking around as you had your fill.
The second time he came, though, his body had simply become gelatinous. It was too much, his cum coming out in hot spurts that you swallowed with pleasure, enjoying the tremors of your husband’s body while you kitten licked his tip, cleaning him off. It almost felt like you were trying to kill him.
When you finally decided he’d had enough, Zuko might as well have ascended to the spirit world already. He laid there, limp and breathless. Just watching you with wet golden eyes, half lidded and shadowed by his bangs.
“You okay?” You laid next to him again, bringing up the sheets to cover his bottom half. He let you brush the hair out of his face, staring up at you like you were some kind of deity.
“Thank you…for all of this.” You smiled and his hand came up to cup your cheek, bringing your face down for a sweet kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, and you took your place, laying your head right under his chin. A few minutes later, you gave him a repeat while in the bath, the two of you going on and on until you were sure your husband was completely stress free.
Later on, when the sky was darker and nobody was awake to disturb you, the two of you slept in for the first time in a while. Waking up later in the day and having a private breakfast, and enjoying a quiet stroll through the palace courtyards. Even if it’s just for now, Zuko could forget all his responsibilities and just be your husband.
Heyy uhhh,,, I'm not sure if your still writing for Keith but like
What about breeding hcs in general, mainly for the older Keith Kogane like after the two years ,,
★ Keith Kogane Breeding Hcs
mdni 18+ content. cw; a little breeding kink, rough sex, overstimulation, afab anatomy but no pronouns used, vulgar language and mentions of unprotected sex,--use your imagination folks!
Prologue:
2 years post war was really a whirlwind for the both you and Keith.
Being in space for so long had definitely matured you in a way most people won't ever experience. It revealed things about you and helped grow you as a person.
It also revealed that your long time boyfriend was half alien, and with that came inherent behaviors that you've had to become accustomed to over the years.
Some unexpected, like Keith developing a serious breeding kink.
Headcanons:
The both of you knew you didn't want kids at the moment, there was way too much to do with aiding and repairing planets victimized during the war against the Galra.
Yet I feel like something in Keith just itches to feel the satisfaction of giving you his load, over and over again like it was nothing.
it also manifests as as him sometimes watching it leak out of you while he catches his breath after a round of sex.
unintentionally overstimulates you when he spreads you open, rubbing his tip up and down your pussy, coating himself and making you shake when he thrusts back inside.
He loves when you tell him you want it. Keith is definitely the kind of man that likes a lot of reassurance and praise during sex. He loves your reactions and its amplified ten fold when you beg him to fill you up. Being together for so long has made you both so shameless, and your filthy mouth keeps him going.
Keith normally loves when you get on top but not when he's like this.
His dick is telling him he needs to fold you in half, and he gets all in your face; his hair disheveled, sticking to his forehead and falling out of his pony. He looked like was was rolling, not even capable of looking at you straight, too occupied sucking bites and marks over your breasts and nipples.
“Keith, oh my god." you gasped when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Keith closed his eyes, his thrusts growing swifter, harder like he already knew that you were gonna cum, fucking you rough to push you to your limits. “Fuck. Let me come inside,” his voice pitched into a whine and His fingers crept between your spread legs, Keith’s arm squeezed tight between your bodies, barley giving your body room to jerk away as he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, “baby, please. I need to” his whimpers implore you to give in, kissing him hard as his hips stuttered. His fingers worked at you still, rubbing wet circles over your clit while you convulsed, your hips rolling and jerking into his hand. Your thighs shook while he dragged his own orgasm out right after, spilling into you while you caught your breath, spent from the overstimulation.
He pulled out of you with a wet squelch, watching the mess of cum and fluid spill out of you. it fueled something in him that felt so other. He wanted to fill you like this, over and over again- he had to, his core was begging him to.
I just feel like hes so sick with it like he takes zinc and everything
Condoms haven’t existed in your house ever since you got off that space castle
summary & disclaimers; [PART ONE ?] You and Gojo have had this friends with benefits situation for months. Things are going good for the most part. Late night connivence store trips, sleepovers and casual sex without the romance. It starts to get complicated when you start to want more, but he’s content with what you agreed on.
18+ MDNI , mature themes. Rewrite of the old version i wrote but maybe split into two parts.
Cw; marijuana usage, one sided feelings, emotionally avoidant Gojo, cunnilings, fingering, afab anatomy but no explicit pronoun usage.
art credits to mayhem (watermark)
It’s 2am in Tokyo. The crowded city now quieted down to a few sparse groups of people hanging out around late night bars, others walking home from a long day of work. The neon signs hanging off of the sides of buildings reflected on the wet pavement where you walked, pulling the drawstrings of your hood all the way through, shielding yourself from the pelting rain as best as you could.
The corner store you walk up to provides no real shelter, the small shop’s front entryway just broad enough for you to squeeze up close to the door, resting your forehead against the glass. You leaned down to check your phone, wiping the screen off and swiping your messages open.
S.G 🧿
send your lo 3:25a.m
S.G 🧿
yooooo wya 3:37a.m
You
3:57a.m srry I was still walking
You
3:57a.m 📍
You started sharing your location with S.G 🧿
S.G 🧿
It's ok. I’m omw 4:01a.m
S.G 🧿
7 mins 4:01 a.m
You tucked your phone into your pocket as you turned around, squinting against the assault of tiny rain droplets hitting your face, trying to make sense of what was in front of you through the downpour and fog. Moments later, Satoru’s sleek black car pulled up a few feet in front of you, and your phone pinged.
S.G 🧿
U see me? 4:10 a.m
You opened the car door, not even bothering to shake the water off the bottoms of your shoes before clambering in, the rubber floor mats squeaking under your feet. He at least had the decency to crank the heat on full blast, showing up comfortable in lounge pants and a cotton shirt.
His car radio was on low, playing something smooth and moody. “It's not pouring so bad.” he joked, trying to break the silence. You barley turned to look at him, scowling. He glanced at your expression and snorted, looking back to the road. “Hey, you were late this time. That’s not my fault.” You peeled the damp fabric of your hood back from your face, unzipping the jacket and throwing it into the back seat.
“I’m just getting real tired of this shit, Satoru.” he slowed, driving one-handed so he could turn and look at you clearly. “Y’know, The offer still stands. I can still just pick you up at your place.” You waved him off, “Yeah, so I can look crazy? No thanks. I don’t need that kind of attention.”
Satoru laughed and slowly, his other hand creeped its way to your knee. You swallowed the butterflies crawling up from your stomach. “How would I make you look crazy?.” You said nothing at first, and the silence stretched on as you mentally worded what you wanted to say. “Why do we have to do this so late at night?” He also didn't respond right away, and you looked outside towards the blur of neon and fog to escape the pressure of his silence, feeling shame curl up in your belly.
He cleared his throat, squeezing your knee once and returning his hand to the steering wheel, taking a right onto his street.
“it’s the only time that works for both our schedules.” He stopped in front of his apartment, a small luxury studio quietly tucked away on the outskirts of town, close to the school. He killed the engine, stepping out to walk around and open the door on your side. “We could've done this a different day, but you wanted to see me sooo bad” You just scoffed, pushing past him.
It felt like second nature to treat his apartment as if it was your own. Seeing the minimalistic decoration you’ve started bringing into the space gives you a strange sense of giddyness. You and Gojo have had this arrangement for months now, a kind of coworker friends-with-benefits situationship. You’ve known each other for years and privately, you would even admit that you had a little crush on him the very year you started working at Jujutsu Tech. He was always pleasant with you, polite and so handsome it made your eyes hurt to see him without his blindfold on.
It didn’t become complicated between the two of you until you crossed paths with him a week after Christmas Eve. He was walking around the courtyard alone, seemingly lost in thought. You approached him then, keeping up his pace. The two of you talked, joked, and reminisced yet you could tell there was something else on his mind. It was like you weren’t really reaching him. Gojo was a master of covering his affliction with jokes and teasing. Back then you press didnt him for more.
Sometime after, you left the school together and ended up at his apartment passing a blunt and listening to music. You danced to every song he played and laughed together until your sides hurt. Satoru looked at you so silly, his eyes lowered, tinged red and glossy when he told you he wanted to try shotgunning. You kissed him as soon as the smoke left his lips, and he brought you closer to him, the two of you giggling and falling over on his couch, dropping the cherry on the leather and leaving a round burn mark he still points out to this day.
Since then, your relationship has evolved into what it is now. Every Thursday you would meet him in the city, a 20 minute bus ride from your place. Satoru would pick you up, and you would spend the weekend with him. It was fun for the most part. It meant late-night store runs for snacks and junk, frequent movie nights and all nighters, and sometimes, incredible sex that leaves your body thrumming. One thing remained, though.
No feelings involved. It could only be strictly casual. This was an overshadowing rule that you never let yourself forget.
Throughout your life so far you have taken heed to avoid these kinds of situations. Nothing good came from dealing with men who couldn’t even give you commitment. Discernment has been your biggest lesson in life.
All that to say, this kind of arrangement was unlike anything you’ve ever done before. Yet being with Satoru felt like bliss. He kept you close enough to know him intimately, to the point you can tell the distinction when he switches from real and unguarded while you're alone to avoidant and overconfident around his peers. It felt like watching an exhausting display. He even kept a physical barrier up at all times, allowing you in only when you were here, shut out from the world.
You don’t know if your feelings started from your intrigue, or if you just got to know the bastard. Either way, “This” was going fine, but you were starting to care too much; he noticed.
If anybody asked, Satoru would say that he first clocked that you had some kind of crush on him the third– maybe fourth– time you hung out. It was subtle, but the lingering touches and sweet reactions you gave him weren't foreign to him, he knew what it meant when someone looked at him the way you did. At first, he considered pulling away, but withdrawing from you felt like a non-negotiable. Cutting you off felt too cruel, and selfishly, he enjoyed your company. Your attention didn’t feel like cheap admiration and you were never too formal. It felt natural to wake up and see your face, to feel your warmth and weight in his bed, to drive around from sun up to sun down listening to music and going joint for joint.
It felt good to be with you, but it also felt good to do his own thing, no commitment or emotional ties to anybody. Love was his biggest scorn in life. He wouldn’t allow himself to stop and make time for it, and didn't want to be bothered with it. He was satisfied with what was familiar.
This relationship Satoru had with you was easy. He only called you sometimes, and texted you on and off. Cute heart stickers and “imu” when he was away meant much more to you then it ever would for him, but for some reason he can’t bring himself to clear the air. Your heart had turned into a huge elephant in the room you didn’t know he was aware of, and he would keep it that way as long as time allowed. In his mind, there was no need to complicate things. Satoru enjoyed things for what they were in the moment, long forfeiting control of his life to fate. He understood everything comes and goes, but with you it was starting to become dangerous.
Satoru sat on his bed, one foot on the floor while he balanced the rolling tray on his leg. The tv played soft r&b music in the background, bathing the room in a soft grey-light while the rain pattered on outside. He kept the blinds open and the window cracked, necessary to air out the room. You were in the shower and he took the time to roll a joint for the two of you to smoke before bed. Minutes later you finally came around the corner, dressed in a cute nightie and socks, claiming your spot and plucking the joint from his fingers as soon as he twisted the top off.
Satoru watched you as you took your pulls, he noticed how you weren't really looking at him, yet sitting upright when you felt him shift around behind you.
There was something on the tip of your tongue you were thinking about, but he didn’t know what you would say if he asked. He was quiet, thoughtful as he took the joint when you passed it to him, laying back and setting his glasses on the night stand. He braced himself when you turned around, getting under the covers and setting the ash tray on the night table to your side.
But you said nothing, taking a few more pulls before you set the clip down in the tray, watching it burn out, still not turning around. He decided to break the ice.
“Hey.”
You closed your eyes when he shuffled over, closing the space between your bodies. His voice softened, deepened into a croak.
“yeah?”
You were being short on purpose, and he knew.
Satoru rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath ghosting over the back of your neck. One of his arms slid across your waist, loose and unassuming, like he was giving you the chance to shrug him off if you wanted. But you didn’t. His thumb rubbed circles on your hip, a precursor for his favorite way to get you talking.
“You have an attitude today," he mused, playfully dragging the tip of his nose across your cheek. You huffed quietly, keeping your eyes on the tv in front of you. “I don’t have an attitude.” “mhm” Satoru wasn’t convinced, the mattress dipped as he shifted closer to you, tangling his long legs with yours under the covers. “You’ve been quiet since I picked you up. I’m starting to think you’re mad at me or something.” You said nothing, the silence stretched long while he waited for your response, mindlessly caressing your flank. His touches slowly grew more insistent, bolder.
You chewed on your lip when his thumb curled around your panty-line, pointedly tugging on the fabric.
“Why aren’t you showing me any love?” he whispered, freeing his hand so it could travel up your front. You leaned into his touch, your skin burning where he caressed your stomach. “I’m just tired..it's been a day.”
Satoru sighed in feigned sympathy, but not offering more. He already claimed his victory when you surrendered to his touch. Nothing would be on your mind when he was finished. You could already feel the world slipping away when his hands scaled upwards to your chest, squeezing your breasts and retreating south again, cupping you through your panties.
It was hard to hold yourself up when his fingertip pressed up against your clit, slipping through the fabric to rub you slow and rough. Your body moved on its own, clamping your thighs around his arm to drag yourself down into his rhythm, letting him work your bud against his thumb. He kissed your neck and throat the whole time, careful not to leave a mark but firm enough for you to feel it. His other hand kneaded and caressed your chest, pinching and rolling each nipple in turn.
You let out a breath when he slipped his fingers inside, he shifted you over to lay on your back, making his home between your legs. The squelching sounds of your wet pussy were obnoxious, lewd little palps taking up all the space in the room.
Satoru’s quiet words of encouragement were the only things you could make sense of through the haze, your senses completely forfeit control when his face is buried between your thighs, lapping up your fluids like he was made for it, and you liked to think that he was.
His tongue tweaked and tuned your body unlike anybody else before. It was like he memorized every button to press, which dials he needed to turn to leave you just like this, worn down and at his mercy, electrified as you reached your high. Satoru gave you exactly what you needed, a wave of heat pulsed through your nerves as he rode you out through your orgasm, mewling for him when he pulled his soiled fingers out of you just to hold your pretty pussy open for him, his tongue working tight circles over your swollen clit. Satoru tortured you, sucking wet, sloppy kisses over the bud, your fluids decorating his nose and lips with a thin, wet sheen.
When he was done, Satoru let you lay there in peace. He reached over and plucked the clip from earlier off of the ash try, finishing it off while you laid next to him, buzzing.
'After' was oddly the hardest part about all of this. He cleaned you up with a wet wipe before rolling back over to his side of the bed. Satoru threw a lazy “ goodnight” over his shoulder from under the covers, disappearing into a bundle of white just peeking out over his comforter. Unconcerned, like he's given you just enough.
The silence gnawed at you. It always felt like this, like an important step was missing. But it also felt like you swallowed hot lava every time you even thought about asking for more. As if telling him to hold you just once would in and of itself pull you out of this moment and drop you right outside, left to be bare and broken under the freezing rain.
Instead, you waited until he settled. Not really caring if he was truly asleep or not before you got up and padded to his bathroom.
Stopping in front of the mirror, you couldn’t help but stare at yourself, trying to ignore the weird sting you felt in your chest.
FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!
i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛
Hey anon bub! theyre currently not open (i just feel like i have to really work on my writing, everything i’ve tried to write isnt fitting my vision lately, so i’ve been kind of slacking) but my inbox is open for asks and thirsts 24/7. I just can’t find it in me to write a full blown fic right now ❤️
Pleaseeee…I-I-need u to write about suguru…a-anything please…my mind needs your writing…air isn’t enough!….
First of all, you’re a sweet heart 😭❤️ i will feed you my hearty, don’t worry. Heres a few thoughts
Suguru is a man of duality, while he gives you rough, disrespectful sex he also loves to be gentle with you, feeling all the sensations at a reasonable pace and taking his time with both your pleasure and his.
What i mean is that one day he’ll be shoving your face deep into the mattress, his hand perched on your lower back, making sure you keep that arch as he slams the weight of his hips down on your ass, his thick (two toned) dick splitting you open and dragging out every drop of arousal your poor pussy could squeeze out.
He especially likes milking your g-spot with his fingers or with a toy of your choice, but dont get me wrong- when he’s deep inside you and he finds that spot, you might as well say three hail Mary’s right then and there because he’s quite literally bullying you with his dick from then on.
His fat cockhead will drag over that spot and strike it so deliciously, you cant help but curl your toes and sob while he beats your pussy down. The funniest part? The bastard doesnt break a sweat. He’s fully composed, his hair pulled back so he can get a clear view of that ass bouncing back against him while your pussy grips him and swallows him in with every stoke, using his filthy dirty mouth to chant praise, telling you how he wants to carve you from the inside out on his dick, he’ll tell you how he loves the way you scream and cry for him to fuck you harder, calling you needy all the while his eyes are rolling back with every euphoric squeeze of your walls.
Backshots are specifically for when you’re feeling a little freaky and primal, not much time for romance when he’s breaking your back in half.
But you like to keep it balanced in the bedroom. For every night of rough sex, theres days where you have gentle, passionate sex and other days where you have sleepy morning or before bed sex. Really, its like night and day.
Gentle sex with Suguru feels like getting a warm hug from somebody wearing vanilla cookie perfume.
He’s stern but he’s so soft spoken, telling you he loves you, and directing your movements in a direction that would maximize the pleasure for the both of you. He needily searches for your lips, holding you close as he thrusts into you with a gentle tempo, one hand cradling your face in his palm so he can kiss you sweetly, and the hand teasing your body. He drags his nails over your nipples, teasing them between his fingers, groping your chest before trailing his hand down your body slowly, whispering praises and loving words against your lips, his eyes are half lidded and softened as he gazes at you, cooing when you gasp and moan his name while his fingers stimulate your clit to orgasm.
Days like these Suguru likes to keep you in any position where he can hold eye contact with you, giving you just enough pleasure to have you satisfied and blissed out by the end of the night, but also leaving you sane enough to hear and understand his words of admiration, he works part time as your personal mirror, worshipping your body before you even get the chance to take your clothes off. He likes to strip you down slow, placing reverent kisses everywhere he can as he descends between your legs, mouthing at every inch of skin he can reach as he drags your bottoms down. He’ll kiss and suck marks into your inner thighs, leaving a bee line all the way to his favorite spot.
He moans when you caress his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp as he eats you out slowly, making out with your pussy, kissing and sucking your labia, tracing and rolling his tongue against your clit, stretching you out with his thick fingers just the way you like. Suguru is a thorough lover through and through.
