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Xavier and caleb is a wild combo I completely understand. Playing only for two weeks and having an affinity higher than thirty isn't impossible but sounds tedious? Lol. Here's to hoping you didn't spend any money
i did not! but alas i was close to.. i am not immune to pretty boy propaganda since i made that mistake before while playing tears of themis (never again) LMAO i am a tryhard sometimes with these games. i recently got caleb's myth so that's currently driving my fixation :]
i don't want to hear another word. i got into a new game and i'm making it all everyone's problem because it just had to be love and deepspace. oh my god. caleb thoughts below, not an actual fic. i'm sorry he will not leave my head.
i just know caleb would enable you so badly. all your bad habits, feed into your ego, and worst of all, shape you into someone only he can deal with. i need to be sedated. genuinely.
my thoughts mainly arise from the conversation where you ask if he's the reason you've been enabled for so long and he gets to say the line, "did i really? other than making you depend on me a little more.."
or the fact he literally talks about buying things in bulk so you both will have it. how he wants you to associate the stuff you use with him. i could go somewhere else with this, but i'll refrain.
("i just want you to see those things and think.. that someone else is using the same one.")
he's even so open about his possessiveness too, mentioning that your old friends used to call him "overprotective" and called you two "inseparable." all the longing glances, the moments in his memories where he's just so close to actually kissing you. in the one where he's sick he literally stares like you're everything he's ever wanted, his eyes lowering to your lips before he physically stops himself. oh my god it makes me ill. he wants that cookie so badly. not even joking.
when the kiss actually happens, i swear, it better start off slow. maybe sweet enough to be saccharine until something in him snaps. completely. his hands in your hair to keep you close, barely even letting you take a moment to breathe while he finally takes what he's been wanting, craving, needing since the moment he realized how deep his feelings for you go. it better be something where he's just so clearly.. excited. hands moving everywhere because now that he's able to touch you, he can't find it in him to stop.
tell him to stop. tell him that this isn't right, that he's supposed to be your protector, not.. feel this way because he's your.. well, what is he to you? he could be anyone for your sake. if you want a partner that treats you softly, keep you pampered enough to never lift a finger again, then he'll do it. as long as you tell him what you want.
BECAUSE his little monologue of him going, "you don't need me? is that what you think? all right. what do you need? you can tell me."
i am insane. i'm going to write about him, please forgive me for the horrors i'm going to put caleb through. just because i'm rotating him around in my head like a microwave does NOT mean i'm going to be nice to him.
hm. currently thinking about genichiro on your wedding night. doesn't matter if you're even getting married to him in the first place. [mdni]
can't believe i'm writing even more for this guy. but to be honest i do replay his memory just to bully him into a corner and stab him with my sword over and over again when i'm frustrated. (there's a joke in there i'm not willing to make.) anyway [word count is: 1.9k] of me just being a degenerate.
warning: nsfw. noncon, sorry gang. body worship, genichiro being completely delusional. apologies if he's ooc, i like the image of him being down bad.
a/n: written without any gendered preference in mind and no pronouns are explicitly stated.
Let's say this, you're the true grandchild of Isshin, kept hidden away inside the castle for as long as you've been alive. Genichiro is at the most, a well known acquaintance or an estranged sibling at the very least. You don't really talk to each other, let alone spend time around the other without your beloved grandfather present.
The life you lived has been one filled with lavish gifts and presents from many people alike, suitors or those who simply believe you deserve it. Never have you had to lift a finger, not once have you ever thought of doing anything that could cause you harm. Your grandfather had taught you the basics of wielding a katana, yes, but it’s not something you find yourself using often — at best, it’s a party trick you get to show off — at worst, it’s the bare minimum to defend yourself. It’s one of the reasons why Genichiro would constantly find himself hovering a few steps behind you.
You didn’t deserve to learn something that might taint your skin — something that might leave your skin bruised, cuts that turn into scars, or worse, turn you into someone like him. You’ve seen him train, watched him as he pushed himself to his limits, but you never spared him another glance. Content with just watching him from afar like you normally do.
It’s upsetting — truly, you never noticed that those moments he would catch you staring, Genichiro would be pushing himself even more. Always showing off his best moves when he knew you were watching, always wanting to prove that he was the only one worthy of your attention.
Then why did you agree to marry this worthless.. Genichiro doesn’t even consider them a person — doesn’t even believe they should be in your presence without a proper reason to be there beside you. It has him seething silently, watching as you gush to the small group of servants or even your grandfather as he stands there.. watching. Like he always is as you continue to parade around the ring and gifts that leech gave you.
He could give you so much more. He would give you everything if you so much as asked. If you wanted him to carve out his heart just for it to be in your waiting palms — he’d do it, yet find a way to believe that it wouldn’t be enough.
The night before your wedding is when he deems the act long enough. Genichiro waits, patiently, for the right moment to set things in motion. He’ll play the savior, swoop in and rescue you like he’s always done — and finally make things right. He should have done this long ago, when you two were still trying to navigate through this world together, no matter how brief those moments were. He should have been the one to ask your grandfather for permission first, but it’s okay.
Genichiro will take care of everything, just to ensure you won’t have to lift a finger or worry about any of the preparations needed. Isshin might disagree, might even refuse, but how could he? When Genichiro has only done what is right for the future of Ashina? He is the reason why the clan remains at the top despite the years whittling away at the power and influence that slowly begun to wane.
“..what the hell did you do?!” You shout at him, your eyes catching the faint red on his clothing. You feel trapped, your one chance at escaping from the walls of this place, your only chance of reprieve, gone without giving you a say in the matter.
“Only what was necessary.” Genichiro states it so bluntly, like it's something as mundane as the weather. He's not giving an explanation. Only staring at you like you're the crazy one and he's somehow sane, it's a shock that makes your blood run cold once the pieces fall into place in your mind. You don’t even realize that you’re taking a step back until he’s taking one larger step forward to shove you against the futon in your bedroom.
There's a kick against his stomach, but Genichiro doesn't seem phased in the slightest, instead choosing to grasp your wrists in his hands, pinning them to the sides of your head. Red eyes are all you can see behind the curtains of his black hair. His chest heaves as he stares down at you.
You, in your kimono, the colors perfectly contrasting against your skin and the moonlight. Its fabric so soft and delicate, cold against his and your body. He's waited long enough for this, waited years for you to finally look at him — acknowledge him like you do to others. It's only fair, he thinks, that this is something he's entitled to.
“..please.” It's a whisper that leaves your lips and into the air. It's a plea that doesn't reach Genichiro's already set mind. Choosing to brush his lips over yours in such a delicate manner, it's as if you two were indeed lovers. He shifts a bit until he's able to hold both of your wrists in one of his own hands. His fingernails dig into your skin, an unsaid threat, leaving red marks that would surely be a reminder in the morning.
You can feel his other hand ghosting over your sides, pulling the fabric covering you away from your body. When the chill from the night truly hits your skin you struggle, violently. Twisting and turning, mumbling curses and pleas for him to stop and leave you alone. For him to bring back your fiance. For him to burn and never come back. It breaks his heart to see you so unhappy, but he hates to admit it — your eyes look absolutely beautiful filled with tears.
The glossy shine practically holds all of the stars in the night sky. Genichiro can't stop himself from thinking you're something he's unable to reach, a god from the stories your grandfather would tell him, a being that would never be his. But here you are.
Dressed in a beautiful kimono with him. He kisses you, completely engulfing your lips in his own as he forces his tongue down your throat. You can tell he's never done this before with how often his teeth clack against yours and how he has no sense of rhythm nor tact. He won't pull away, not until he's reminded that he needs to breathe.
You want to scream at him until your throat bleeds, yell until his ears do the same. When you try and thrash, try and fight against him, Genichiro remains unphased and almost insulted. He's so much bigger than you, so much stronger than you — it's downright unfair. He's a trained soldier, all muscle and hardened exterior while you.. you're soft, delicate, like a flower. Unlike him who knows how truly dangerous this world is. You're what this world calls weak, but Genichiro doesn't seem to mind being that protector. His hand ghosts over your chest, your hips, your thighs like a man afraid you'd break if he placed the slightest bit of pressure.
You can feel him breathing slowly, taking in every detail before he's using both of his hands to spread your thighs apart. You didn't think he'd take his time right? Genichiro is a man of precision and caution, but he is not patient. Not when he was you right where he’s been wanting you for the longest time.
He’ll spend a few moments pressing kisses against your skin, trace the contours of your body with his hands in such a reverent way, that you forget for just a second who he is — what he is capable of. Despite his desperation, Genichiro wishes for you to enjoy yourself, for you to let him take the reins and show you how good he can make you feel, how much he is willing to spend worshiping your body like it’s meant to be.
For a few blissful moments you might be able to forget everything that’s happened when his hair is brushing against the inside of your thighs with his big hands holding your legs apart. You might be able to actually ignore the building dread in your stomach as he licks, bites, and sucks on whatever he can get his mouth on. It’s apparent once again how inexperienced he is. There’s barely any skill, barely any finesse, but if there’s anything Genichiro is — he’s determined.
You’ve seen how quickly he learns too, how fast he’s able to adapt to different strategies and it leaks into his performance even now. Every gasp, every shiver, every time your legs threaten to snap shut — Genichiro notes it in his mind as he tries to find the correct way to blend his touch together, to bring you to that high faster. He’s treating you like a puzzle, a game even, as he finds that right combination that leaves you clinging onto his hair and tugging as you tip your head back just from him moving his tongue the right way.
He loves it. The way you feel, the way you taste on his lips when he’s certain he’s cleaned you up properly with his mouth. When he pulls away, it’s to show how excited he is. You can feel him grinding against your thigh, can feel the way his hands shake and even hear the way his breathing grows ragged and desperate.
It’s unceremonious — the way he intertwines your fingers together in mock intimacy as he finally nestles his way in between your legs to take his rightful place. Don’t worry, he’ll be gentle — he’ll take things slow because Genichiro only wants to savor this moment. He wants to remember all the details of him finally pressing into you — wants to engrave the expression you wear when he starts to move.
And he shamelessly drowns in you completely. It’s something he’s never felt before, something he never thought he’d actually be able to do because in his world all that mattered was ensuring his — no, your clan stays on top. He needs to show you how thankful he is for all the moments you two shared, even if you can’t recall them as clearly as he can. Genichiro barely makes any sound, content to listen to yours as he gasps or takes sharp inhales of breath each time he feels the way your warmth envelops him completely.
His body shakes and trembles, but he knows he won’t leave you unsatisfied. Not with the training he’s done to ensure he has the energy, the stamina to keep up with a multitude of opponents. Just promise him, whisper his name like it’s all you know and he’ll vow in his own way to keep you happy, to make sure that you never will have to worry about anything as long as he’s the one by your side.
When all is said and done and you're both left basking in each other’s, albeit reluctant embrace, do you finally have the energy to speak your feelings into the night air.
“I hate you.” It’s a truth you don’t even realize has left your lips.
“I’m aware.” Genichiro answers back, “Your.. discomfort is a mere sacrifice I'm willing to make.” He's tracing his hand over your side, caressing the skin — trying to commit every detail into his mind. “You do not have to love me.” The tone he uses is cold, distant, and it only makes the despair in your heart grow. “..but you will learn to.” A warm hand slides up to cup your face, gently brushing away the tears that began to fall from those eyes he never wants to see look away from him, “And when you do — you will question how you ever lived without me.”
thinking bout corrupting older men tonite lads. river is my example and I wish so deeply there was a lewd event for him, the way i'd actually go feral.
[warning: unethical student/teacher relations but doesn't go too much into detail. uhm. religion? mention? dunno if that needs a tag.]
anyway, river's always been told from the moment he first remembers that lust was the most dangerous sin of them all. the church stated that those who fall into such a temptation should be punished, so river being river swore off any feelings that might evolve into such a horror.
now, imagine you begin cozying up to him in class, doing the typical school things like showing up on time, passing your tests with flying colors, and doing your best to not get in any trouble. maybe he takes a liking to you, he doesn't really think too much about any of his students, but he's seen the way whitney will attempt to undress you only for you to fight back.
he's seen the way you're just so focused in his class – minus the times he catches you chatting with your classmates – he's even seen the way you worked so hard in order to pass his math project.
you're a hard worker and even more — an amazing student, it's not his fault he begins to grow fond of you and not in any less than pure way. (it's not like he has to press the cool metal of his holy pendant against his skin when you walk a little too close to him as a reminder of what might happen should his feelings grow.)
yet, that fondness only does grow when you begin to show up at the soup kitchen. he thinks you're there to get something to eat, but he's surprised to find that you'd be volunteering. to say the least, he's touched.
river doesn't see any reason to not appreciate your work, so he compliments your ethics and for the first time, he sees you smile brightly — and that's just the beginning.
slowly, his affection grows even more when he sees you step into his classroom or when you make your way to the soup kitchen. he doesn't mention anything if you're a bit late, it's not like it happens all the time anyway. he doesn't think too much when he's looking for someone to call on and you're the only one to catch his eye. he won't say anything when he sees your uniform isn't exactly up to standards, you might have missed laundry day, no big deal. he won't even say anything when whitney finally succeeds in removing your shirt, just bashfully looks at the ground before ordering whitney out.
maybe it's his fault he's grown a bit soft, but it isn't causing any real harm now is it? maybe it's his fault you begin to think he's a pushover, maybe it's his fault he's stuck in this position, with your hand unbuttoning his shirt as you pepper kisses against his neck and maybe it is his fault he let those feelings of lust grow.
his classroom feels too warm, each press of your lips against his skin has a wave of something new washing over him. his shaky hands try to gently push your shoulders away while his mouth tries to form a word or multiple, ask what you're doing, but his throat feels dry and your kisses are getting lower and harsher. the groan he releases when your teeth sink into his neck is involuntary.
everything feels slow, but there's this feeling growing in his stomach, winding up like a bomb with every ghost of your lips, with every touch of your hands, hell, even the way your body seems to warm him up has his mind growing hazy. it's overwhelming… but at the same time, he feels like it's not enough. his deep blue eyes slowly reveal themselves when your mouth pulls away from his skin. it's almost painful how much it seems to upset his body, but whatever you are doing, he wants more.
you smile at him, that same bright smile he can't say no to, not when you asked if he could help with your assignments and definitely not when you began to slide your hand across his chest.
river licks his lips, his heart feels like it's going to jump out of his chest and into your waiting palms. this feeling you've brought over him makes him feel something akin to insane. he wants whatever this is, whatever he feels when you press your lips to his and take what's rightfully yours. he wants to know the way your skin would feel against his, he wants to know if you're drowning in this sensation, this lust, as much as he is.
gotta be sprayed with water like a cat istg because i am thinking. my brain is cooking. now im thinking about fem!kylar and it's TERRIBLE. [mdni]
i swear im normal about her.
warnings: noncon and slight pregnancy mention becuz what else do you expect from her. also was written with an amab body in mind cuz i'm feeling silly
alright alright i have to set the stage here really fast ok. now picture this, you've been seeing kylar for a minute, been having your flings with her now and then. maybe you just start to get a little bored or her.. well, erratic behavior is really starting to get to you, or maybe it's just the whispers and rumors going around at school. whatever, it forces you to distance yourself because yeah.. she can be a bit... much. especially when she whispers about you getting married and living in the woods together, even though you're not thinking that far into the future yet.
her jealousy slowly rises and rises until she finally snaps. i mean, it's really for your own good. you were letting all of those people's words get into your head! you just weren't thinking clearly and that's okay, she's here to help you! she made sure the pills she put in the drink she hands you aren't enough to cause serious damage, enough times over.
when you awake from the drug-induced sleep she's already above you. the sweat dripping down your body, the unnerving warmth surrounding you almost makes the room feel humid. your eyes try to look around, to see what's going on, but they just feel so heavy — your arms and your legs are no better, even your mouth is unbearably dry. but there's something.. something making your legs shake and mouth let out all those embarrassing noises. can feel the way her nails dig into your chest as she moves even faster, biting at your ear when she whines, “we should have a baby” and you can’t say no. not with the way she has her hand covering your mouth, not with the way she's moving — forcing all rational thought from mind. you can faintly hear her whispers about being a mom and how her belly is going to grow. her words fill you with dread. they have you twisting and turning, trying to move away, but it's as if no matter what you do, she's always right there. right there, talking so shamelessly about what you'll name your kids.
a cry leaves your throat, shaking your head and trying to pull away once again. your mind screaming at you to do something to get her off but she clings and holds on tightly, mumbling on and on about how you two deserve to be be a family. about how no one will even think about coming between you two, especially when she'll be right there. how she'll get to wear those cute little dresses, have dinner ready for you, and help.. take care of you just as a good wife should.
you're forced to listen to her breathing getting shallow, forced to lay there when the tingling sensation you get at the base of your spine starts to become too nauseating not to notice. your hands twitch, fingers digging into the rope she's used to bind your arms apart. it's painful. the pleasure making your legs shake and thighs tighten, but you can't say anything, can't move away, can't even think when all you can feel, see, and hear is her. kylar. and her warm body. the way her chest presses against yours when she bites and marks your neck like the artist she is. listen to her moans get drawn out and pitchy the closer she is to tipping over. and feel the way she pulses and gushes over your cock.
god, the laugh that leaves her is almost manic. your chest heaves, your thighs burn, but all you can feel is her hands cupping your face. making you meet her eyes. her face is flushed, her hair sticking to her face and the realization hits you when the ache between your legs grows almost too painful. this isn't the first and it won't be the last. she's kissing you, all teeth and desperation nipping at you lips, forcing you to tip your head back to get some air. but she won't let you. not when she shakily starts to move again, not when the tears threatening to fall past your waterline finally do, not even when, in one last attempt, you bite at her lip.
the coppery taste hits your tongue, but she doesn't stop. instead, letting out a moan before her nails dig into the sides of your face in warning when she starts the cycle all over. you can feel her whisper of, "let's go again... just in c-case." against your face.
ok i'm out of gas, but c'mon y'know what i'm getting at lmao
this is so dumb, don't make fun of me, but something tells me that genji shimada would be the sweetest service top ever. maybe it's the softness in his voice or just how kind his words can be or maybe i'm projecting but damnit since my radar is going haywire i might as well speak my truth. [mdni]
alright alright, imagine him on top, hands ghosting over your sides while his face hovers near yours. soft kisses pressing into the crook of your neck while he's whispering sweet-nothings that has your face flushing and your stomach filling with butterflies. it's natural to him. always knowing the right words to say, how beautiful you look, how he's just so lucky to have you here with him. he's mumbling on about how he feels so honored you want him, of all people, when he's lining himself up and before you know it — it hits you. hard.
hard enough to leave you twitchy when a sudden shaky gasp leaves your chest rattling. genji takes a moment, shushing and cooing at you softly, “breath as best you can okay? it'll start to feel better soon.” he'll say, brushing the hair out of your face, “..there you go.. take deep breaths.” and he's right.
you can feel the way he throbs inside that sends a zip up your spine from the way it felt. it doesn't help that you can hear how his breathing slowly grows soft and ragged and airy from the feeling of you right in front of him.
he's still kissing your neck and jaw, gently rocking his hips back and forth to get you accustomed to the feeling. “doesn't this feel good, my love?” he's whispering into your ear, lips grazing over the skin, when he begins to use a bit more force in the way he moves, “hah.. let's both feel good together.” you can hear the softness in his voice that slowly bleeds into a chuckle that draws out into a soft groan — can feel his limbs curl around your waist to tug you even closer, to press himself even deeper.
your arms wrap around his shoulders to embrace him and his body — getting lost in the sensation of his hips moving against yours in a soft but steady pace. it's enough to make your mind hazy, your eyes trailing over his chest and face because right now, all you can focus on is him. on the way his voice shakes and how soft he gasps when he starts to get a bit faster. the whiny moans that leave him when you see just how encouraged by your reactions he is.
you can feel the way his hands hold you even tighter, nails digging softly into your hips when he leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips — a soft kiss that turns into another and then another. his desperation having a slight sweet taste that seems to envelope you, embracing you until you begin to crave more and more.
ok i'm done, but do you see the vision. genji just fr gives me soft vibes. like i just think he'd be the best at making sure it also feels good for you too because he was taught that his body is nothing more than a weapon, a tool to be used. a sad sentiment that he can't help but feel a little guilty for embracing when he's with you. because with you, he can forget the troubles of his family and just focus on you. on the way you make him feel and, well, the way you feel! he's meant to be used and honestly, he's more than happy to be of service to you whenever he can be.
this is bad, i'm currently thinking about genichiro from sekiro. i just feel like he can never take no as an answer y'know? like the type of guy to let out a loud exhale when you tell him you don't want to do something, when you reject his advances, and when you tell him to leave you alone. he's not used to it, not at all and it frustrates him to no end. how could you say no to him?
all he's ever done is have his family’s, his mentor’s, your best interest at heart and you have the nerve to tell him he can't have what he's worked so hard for? it has his blood boiling underneath that quiet exterior, his hands gripping the fabric of his pants while you explain to him that, although you appreciate his efforts to win you over, you're already in an arranged marriage — it would never work out, especially with how dangerous his position is in the ashina army.
you might not see it, might not be able to notice how little he's holding his composure together, but you can definitely feel the way the air changes. slowly starting to suffocate you, there's a hint of electricity beginning to flood inside your room. you can almost hear the soft buzz of it, the noise quiet enough to be ignored, but you couldn't. not when the threat of what it meant was still present. one wrong move and you might be fried from the static, but… genichiro wouldn't hurt you.
no, he wouldn't, he couldn't. is what he tells himself. he shouldn't be the one to hurt you, but he has to. just like how he has to be the one to restore ashina’s honor even if it costs him his people, his allies, and himself.
genichiro promises, swears on his life, that he'd be the only one you need. he'd devote himself entirely if you opened your heart enough. that he'd raise statues, monuments for your honor — you just have to give him what he wants. you might feel conflicted, maybe even confused because even if you do agree how would he convince your family? his head lowers, forehead to the floor, when he bows in front of you. the highest form of respect, given to you when you hear him whisper. he vows that when he returns, he'll return with jewelry, exotic fruits, presents for each member, money to help convince your family.
and what if they don't?
genichiro doesn't answer. his silence is unnerving and you want him to say something, anything, but he doesn't and it makes your stomach drop. you order him to go and pray he never returns, that finally, the ashina clan falls with him being in the center of it. you don't hear him leave, but the slight brush you feel against your hand lets you know he's done as you asked.
it's a sickening feeling, genichiro thinks whilst awaiting orders, that he has to resort to such measures to win your favor, but he needs to. he's the one meant to show you, to hold your hand, to leave with a kiss from your lips while he guides his army to victory. you're meant to praise him, shower him with your attention when he returns with not a single scratch on his body. worry and fuss when he does return with a few knicks, maybe some bruises if he thinks it'll have you clinging to him. genichiro knows he needs you beside him, even if you cry and beg for him to leave you alone. you'll see that, eventually, everything he's done, everything he's sacrificed has been for you, for ashina, for all he's ever cared about.
Ello new writer I think ur writing is fantastic don't be so hard on yourself!! Are you interested in getting a beta readerr perchance becuz BOY I need an extension to gojos like u cant just leave me out like this ????
thank you, i appreciate your kind words. but you can't just say perchance and expect me to be normal about it.
anyway more thoughts on gojo below because he makes me insane.
gojo is someone who only has little time for himself or the things he loves. i mean, can you even imagine having the responsibility of being the strongest resting on your shoulders? so when he finds the time, even if it's for an hour, a few minutes, or a couple of seconds i guarantee he'd spend it with you. because to him you mean everything.
when he's with you he's given just enough of a distraction to forget himself. forget that persona he wears and instead be his real true self. the side where he doesn't hide away his insecurities, his darkest thoughts, his pain and his anger.
you give him an escape. a way to feel like the average joe for as long as he's with you and to say the least, my man really needs it. gojo is someone with a hard shell to crack but i know for a fact that if someone ever gives the time and effort to break through it, he won't let you go afterwards. have you seen him with geto? ten years later, he still calls him his best friend while he’s running a damn cult and killing humans left and right. now imagine if you meant more to him than that, i mean it, he really won't let you go.
he just seems so clingy to me. like downright whiny if you don’t place your one-hundred percent attention on him. you know when you have a pet and they won’t leave you alone, following you around in all areas of your home and sometimes waking up and seeing them right beside you? yeah. that’s him. your doors and windows could have been locked, and he wouldn’t have had his key, but you would still wake up with his arms around your torso — pulling you tight to his chest while he sleeps. he doesn't like leaving you alone. when you both have the time to sit and watch a movie or he drags you along one of his missions out of town and you find yourself chilling on the couch or bed watching a movie. and he’ll casually place his hand on your thigh or your calf, your shoulder if he’s close enough. maybe your hand if he’s feeling like it. in general, expect his touch.
that leads me to what everyone wants.
during sex, gojo expects close proximity. he rarely lets anyone within his vicinity so expect this to be a tender and loving moment for him.
he'll be pulling you into his arms right after the high starts to fade, face pressed into your neck, and he's aware of how big and lanky he is so he won't be putting his full weight on you. he'll cup your face, thumb tracing the skin of your cheek when he presses kiss after kiss onto your lips.
gojo isn't one for talking during intimacy, not too much of a dirty talker but he doesn't have an issue with letting out the soft noises he makes. you could make a symphony with his quiet gasps and drawn-out moans, maybe he'd throw in a curse word here and again, but ultimately he saves his words for after. when you witness his smile and soft gaze that traces your face before he bites his lip teasingly as he drags his eyes lower and lower.
“..you’re beautiful.” he'll whisper into your mouth with a kiss, like a secret no one else must know. “everything i could ever ask for.” he's sweet like that and wants you to know it.
don't laugh at me alright. im soft and mushy most days so there's no hardcore kinks in this one gang. ngl sometimes i get really nervous about posting my writing but then i remember i used to write on quotev when i was fourteen and feel arguably worse. as always put your ages in bios please and thank you. [word count: 2.1k]
a/n: this was written to be gender neutral. i might do the curses next because i am but a humble sukuna enjoyer (its such a shame he's always on my mind and never on me.)
Gojo:
I feel like he's the type to set the pace real gentle and slow. He doesn't get the opportunity to shower you with his affection as much as he'd like, but when he does it leaves you breathless.
He drags his palm up towards your neck so he can cup your face in one of those big hands of his. His lips don't stop ghosting over your neck as he trails kiss after kiss until he's brushing against your lips while the hand cupping your face suddenly trails down to carefully wrap his long fingers around your throat.
The squeeze is almost too faint to feel, but your head spins regardless and the chuckle that rumbles through his chest at your reaction makes your stomach explode with butterflies.
His favorite thing though?
Loves it so much when you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves the feeling of your arms wounding tight around his shoulders, how he's practically engulfed by you.
Seriously. He just loves the way you feel when you're here clinging to him down to the right amount of pressure, always leaving him dizzy from the rush he gets. When you whisper his name over and over again he feels invincible.
All the responsibilities, the pain, and sorrow can wait, everything, all his worries, all his hurt can fade into the background when your fingers brush through his hair, repeating soft, "I love you's,” into his mouth until your voice fades and his breath hitches.
Geto:
A tease through and through.
The type to whisper that he wants to hear what you want, all the filthy things that enter your mind, he wants to hear it all. Purposely, leaves you begging for more just so he can repeat the words of, "..say it for me one more time," before he thinks of continuing. He's a bit more calculated with how well he sets the pace too.
Geto’s the type to observe your reactions, see how well you react to the way he slides in, how much pressure he'll need to use to have your legs shaking, and how sensitive you are to his touch. He takes his time to explore and learn just how to make your body sing.
You'd almost be startled by how often he focuses entirely on the way you feel when you're with him. The way you squeeze your eyes shut or when you try to pull him closer has his heart about to burst with the adoration he feels for you at that moment.
Be warned though, because of the pause he takes to admire you, to spend a few moments worshipping your very being — he'll absolutely overstimulate you afterwards, badly.
He might whisper that he's sorry, but he's almost there.. you can take a bit more, can't you? He got so distracted by you, he can't help it! The twitchy feeling below your stomach soon boils into burning pleasure when he continues the pace of his thrusts. He's kissing you, smothering your lips with kiss after kiss until your hands shake and your back arches once again.
Geto chuckles at the way your body tightens just right around him and he can't stop himself from cupping your face and holding it steady enough to keep your lips locked tight together.
Sigh. Isn't he so romantic?
Shoko:
You'd have to be the one to suggest anything, she's a busy woman with a packed schedule that leaves her exhausted.
Maybe, you decide to surprise her with a home-cooked dinner when she walks through the door and you finally get to see her tired smile as she tells you, you didn't have to.
You say it's the least you can do with the same bright grin you always wear and as you pull out the wine bottle kept safe for nights like this she caves and takes her seat right across from your own. Shoko's very thankful for your presence when you begin to talk about your day while she sits there and listens. A few drinks later and a quick movie leaves you guys on the couch, Shoko hovering above you as your hands rest against her hips.
The movie is long forgotten when you leave little nips and soft kisses against the sorceress' neck. Her shirt, slowly being pushed up and over her head just so you can continue to worship her delicate skin and watch the bites, scratches, and hickeys on her body slowly gain color.
Shoko’s more relaxed if anything, not really in a rush to get to where she needs to go. She is the type to really savor the moment as she tends to get lost in the way it feels the closer she gets to being pushed over that edge.
Something tells me she's also big on using her hands — mainly to touch your skin. Cup your face and trace the scars that you received from the time before you knew her. She even enjoys/savors the heat from your body as it slowly warms up her icy hands, and to Shoko, it's a constant reminder that you're here.
With her.
It keeps her grounded, especially after a long day of seeing sorcerers in different states of agony. You're her rock and she couldn't feel happier with anyone else, after all, you're all she needs in this world.
Nanami:
Nanami is a bit harder for me to calculate, but he gives very solid and strong vibes, give me a second to explain. Feels like his pace would be as steady as can be.. in the sense that he doesn't necessarily change it much. You might feel him get a bit rougher the closer he gets, really wanting to press deep, but he mostly keeps himself stable and has pretty good stamina overall.
Not the type to really get lost in the moment, but he tends to bask in the way his muscles tense and then how his body relaxes after he climaxes. He's a bit more on the quiet side too, not into talking too much but more into soft sighs and heavy breathing.
Don't expect his pace to be erratic unless you purposely tease him throughout the day — you'll know what's about to happen when he suddenly clasps a hand on your shoulder, pinky close enough to your neck he'd be able to caress the skin if he wanted to. He's ruthless, but still.. restrained in a sense until you goad him a bit more — keep babbling about whatever, tease him until you see the cracks in his self-control.
Man's will be talking then, whispering how exactly you affect him. How you invade his mind on days he needs to focus, how you're always there regardless of what he's doing.
When he's at work he wonders if you're awake. In the car he questions whether you've eaten or not and even when he's dealing with curses he thinks back to you.. at home waiting for him and he finds himself being a bit more careful.
Calculated and calm.
He needs to get home to you after all. Nanami tends to be a little more looser, letting out moans and groans more freely, his deep voice leaves you shivering. He normally falls asleep after nights like these though, arm wrapped taut around your body, making sure to keep you close to his chest. Just hold him tight and whisper that everything will be okay — he'll fully believe you.
Utahime:
Alright, something about this lady just gives me.. brat vibes (if you can say that.)
She won’t be downright mean to you but will do anything to get a reaction out of you so to speak. I’m talking when you guys are training and she manages to knock you down to the ground with a bright grin on her face all while exclaiming that she beat you!
Utahime can laugh and giggle all she wants about her victory and she might even say that you let your guard down, that you didn’t give it your all, and that you lost — to her.
It might make your blood boil a bit when she says those words to you, a slight tremble in your fingers as you reach for her arm to tug her down.
Now it’s your turn to laugh at the shock on her face, the way she whispers that your tactics are dirty, and the fact her face flushed at the realization of just how close you two were. You’re practically on top of her! She says it with a slight glare but your hands slip under her shirt before she even has a second to open her mouth again. It's funny watching, almost entranced, as her eyes widen before she tries to squirm away.
She stares, jaw slack, as the grin grows on your face when you throw a teasing remark back to her that gets her blood boiling all while teasing her chest. Utahime begins to take this as a challenge — to see who’s the real loser and before you realize it, girl has you flipped over with her hands underneath your shirt. Her strength surprises you as she slowly clambers on top of your body, feeling the way her nails ghost across your skin before digging into your shoulders.
Oof yeah, the nails are something she uses — often. Talking deep scratches along your back and shoulders that burn with an almost addicting pain, might even leave imprints when she cums with how hard she digs them into your skin. Sometimes it has you worried she’s drawing blood lol.
I also get talkative vibes from her, like she whispers soft curses and small threats like, “If you stop.. I’m going to kill you.” (LMAO) but the majority of the time, when you guys aren’t at each other’s throats, she’s a real softy with her words.
Very open about how good you make her feel and will gladly tell you so, but be warned because she expects the same energy back.
Honestly, just tell her how much you love her, how badly she affects you, and just how often she’s on your mind and I promise she’ll be eating out of your palm in no time because.. really.
All she wants is someone to love and appreciate the way she is without the need to hide any part of herself and look who's perfect for that.
Toji:
You guys probably met at some bar that served cheap booze and different types of filling foods. The screens on the tv’s playing random sports or the news or even some random cartoon — it’s overstimulating and you don’t even realize it until the sound of someone shuffling beside you is enough to drag your attention away.
The man doesn’t seem to acknowledge you but yawns very openly, you swear you’d be able to hear it if the people chatting weren’t so loud. Toji on the other hand, noticed you from across the room. His first thoughts were that you were cute looking, not really meant to be on this side of town without a reason, so he decided to sit next to you and see if you'd be interested in conversation.
(I can’t describe it but Toji to me doesn’t really give romantic vibes, but he’d still be at least somewhat considerate of your comfort and pleasure.)
Don't expect kisses to the lips and soft pillow talk, expect a bite to your ear and him forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Just ti keep himself hunched over your body until he's practically engulfing you and everything you are. Has a mix of having such a ruthless pace that leaves you gasping for air each time he bullies his way inside and then having the slow and lazy one with how gentle he rocks his hips into you when he feels like switching it up.
He won't admit it but he loves the fact you can never seem to hide the noises he drags out of you — it's a song only he's able to hear and that leaves him on cloud nine.
Might catch him lying on his back afterwards, staring at the ceiling with a somewhat blank look on his face. You might think that's it. That he's got what he wanted and is about to leave and never speak to you again, but the truth is, he's not sure how to ask if you'd be interested in meeting up like this again and again and again.
It's been a while since he's actually slept with someone he feels like he has good compatibility with and that's hard to find in this day and age. Won't say anything about it but you'll find it kind of weird when you slowly begin to see him around a bit more. Maybe he's walking down the street or standing in line at the grocery store and you see him again.
Call it fate or whatever but he draws you closer, like a moth to a flame. You'll learn about his thing with oral as time goes on. Loves the way you sound with his fingers in your mouth or when it's been such a rough day all he needs is you, on your back, trying to shove his head away while you beg and plead for some mercy.
It's honestly his favorite pastime. Let's just hope you two don't get into anything too frisky because my man is shameless and all I can say is godspeed soldier.
fandoms list: genshin impact, tears of themis, jujutsu kaisen, cowboy bebop, trigun, attack on titan, death note, bnha, resident evil, demon slayer, sekiro, dark souls, arcane, stardew valley, dol (degrees of lewdity), some slasher films, persona 5, hades, maybe cod (call of duty) if i feel like it
i might have forgotten some but i'll add it later if i remember or if i discover something that grabs a hold of me like i owe it money.
i will NOT be writing for any of the following; scat, piss, p*dophilia, incest (psuedo is fine to me,) vore, vomit, anything to do with minors (characters will always be aged up,) self harm, nor ships. you will not catch me writing any of these, don't ask, don't send me anything regarding it either.
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