stellar explozion

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[lucyddreamin]

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Stella, twenties, she/her, full-time pervert.

i write about whoever i like, but will always go home to naruto characters, gojo and sephiroth.

disclaimer : only 18+ content ahead, with a slight poke at taboo topics here and sometimes dark themes.

dni! minors, yaoi shippers, antis.

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©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[lucyddreamin]

Pro Hero! KrBk x Reader… Hmmm…

[lucyddreamin]

Sorry, but is it possible that you can put a "Keep Reading" thingie on your fics? It's hard to scroll on your blog because of it.

thanks for bringing it to my attention ! i'm very new to tumblr so i'll need to look into it :)

[lucyddreamin]

I imagine Sephiroth being softly possessive would be him just holding you on his lap and just hugging you and refusing to let you go

i didn't get notified of this, so sorry !!

but yes, i completely agree. he doesn't necessarily know why and to be honest, he doesn't feel the need to explain himself either. i feel like when it comes to his partner, the two of them would have some sort of 'unspoken' agreement when it comes to these things ig ?

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tags! modulo! yuji x afab! reader, barely any plot, praising (f! receiving), unknown age gap (ig ?), reader is lowkey cock drunk, very light anal, yuji just wants to please, p in v, surprisingly gentle, brief cock warming, probably missing tags but yeah...

i wanted to write about sephiroth after the revelations trailer but uuuhh... the modulo yuji brainrot won..

word count : 2.1K

"You're still sure about this, sweet girl ?"

Your tongue swept against your lower lip, wetting it just before your teeth sank into the soft flesh.

Your words came out between choked breaths."Yes, yes I'm sure... F-fuck, you're so big..." You answered with a bit of difficulty, finding it hard to speak when your hips rocked against his, your hands steadying you as they roamed around his broad chest.

There were many ways in which you could explain how you ended up here on Itadori Yuji's cock, riding him like your life depended on it.

He was a regular at the diner you worked at, always here with that dark, somewhat melancholic look on his face that just seemed to make your pussy drip in excitement.

At first, you struck conversation here and there, letting the mysterious scars he bore, the bright smile on his pretty face and that muscular stature of his charm you into building up courage to actually ask him out in a drink.

A drink that turned into two, or three, and eventually enough for you to propose to him to come back to your place with you.

And if Yuji was a bit reticent at first due to the massive age difference... Well it didn't last, because there you were, on top of him, riding his cock with all you had in you, all you've been fantasizing about materialized right in front of you.

And that was after he ate you out for half an hour straight, not stopping until you came on his tongue and then immediately got you on top of him.

"Just like that, girl..." He groaned, his hands reaching back to grab your ass. "Be a little selfish, take what you need from me..."

Did you know just how old the man was ?

Not a clue. Truth to be told, you didn't give a shit, he looked to be about your age and that's all you have a damn about, the rest was just... a detail.

A detail that mattered less and less with each second he spent in your bed, his fat cock ramming into you and making reach heights you didn't even know existed.

"Like that ?" You echoed, your ass jiggling a little harder as it collided down on him.

You reached back to hold onto his thighs, giving yourself more room to roll your hips. At the new angle, you gasped, your tits bouncing hypnotically as your head fell backwards in unadulterated pleasure.

You had no shame. You didn't pretend to have any.

And fuck if that didn't make Yuji more eager to fuck the shit out of your hungry little pussy.

"You're so greedy..." He hissed out, his right hand slipping between your cheeks to slide his middle finger inside your puckered hole.

He was an eighty-year old in a body that would remain in its prime forever, carrying a face that would slowly — if ever — age.

Yuji was never one to brood or be pessimistic, but after all of that happened, in all those years of getting himself back up, of taking his time to process what had happened, to properly grieve and readjust to society with a brand new role and heavy responsibility on his shoulders — when all of those thoughts got too much... He needed a distraction.

And what better distraction than women ?

Women who taught him everything he was now doing to you, his left hand rubbing and lightly pinching your clit.

"Yuji~ !" You cried out, your nails digging into his thighs as your pace began to falter.

You had already came once so you were already sensitive, your thighs burned from riding him, your body shook like a leaf from overstimulation, but no worries.

He took over, relieving you of your pain for a bit and thrusting his hips up, his left hand leaving your clit to wrap his arm around your waist, keeping you in place.

"Eaaasy girl..." He moaned out, his finger sliding deeper into your ass. "Just like that... How long have you been waiting for this, hm ?"

Your moans only became louder, but your neighbors were the last thing on your mind right now — your hands flew back to his chest, your body following as you tried your best to not let yourself completely fall on top of him.

"Weeks..." You whined pathetically, your nails clenching so hard against the ripe muscles of his chest that red marks formed on his skin.

He let out a breathy mixture of a chuckle and a moan, sensing you were overwhelmed, barely able to keep yourself up anymore. He slowly removed his finger from your asshole and flipped the two of you, getting you on your back and gently wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Shh, shh, I got you..." He gently kissed your cheek, his arms hooked under your shoulders and tightly holding you against him, keeping you close.

Yuji had never been a rough lover, even less a selfish one.

So naturally, for the cute server that worked at his favorite diner, who fumbled for words and quietly stared at him half the time, he aimed to please — Especially when you took his cock like it was a matter of life and death.

You had expectations, and he wanted to make sure he'd exceed them.

Not that he was doing it entirely for you anyways, you felt like a dream, wrapped around him and sucking him in so desperately.

"Hurts ?" He asked against your skin, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

You hummed negatively in response, shaking your head as your arms wrapped around his back, clinging to him and letting your nails mark him some more.

You were right where you wanted to be, your eyes rolled back, your back arching off the bed, and knew then and there that you weren't crazy when you first saw him and knew immediately that was a man who'd fuck the shit out of you.

"That's it, girl... You're doing so good for me, you've been waiting for this one, weren't you ?" He whispered into your ear, his hands sliding down to your hips, using them as leverage to pull himself deeper inside you. "Take it for me just like that, I know you're tired, I know..."

While he spoke those honeyed words into your ear, his cock rammed into you, pounding into deepest spots you didn't expect any man to know of, and even less be able to reach.

And then suddenly, after delivering a last, hard thrust, he stopped moving, his chest heaving with excitement.

"Yuji, why... Why'd you stop ?" You whined, watching as he pressed kisses down your chest, his tongue catching your right nipple and giving it a small nibble.

A soft gasp was ripped out of your lungs at the sensation, his tongue tasting every inch of your tits while he raised your hips with a single hand, the other one sliding a pillow underneath your ass.

You thought he couldn't possibly go any deeper.

But the second he placed that pilllow there, the second the angle allowed it, you felt his cock slide further inside you.

"Oh- Shit- Wait-"

"Stop being so indecisive." He cut you off, leaning back down on top of you to kiss your neck, sucking on the delicate skin. "Stop or keep going ? Which one is it ? I'm not really inclined to pull out of that sweet cunt..."

You gasped loudly, your legs clenching around his waist tightly.

"So deep..." You whimpered, your eyes clenching as shut as your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around him.

You were close, unbelievably close, your moans only growing louder as his thumb circled your clit again, his balls slapping against your ass like a countdown.

Such a pretty little thing like you couldn't stay begging for cock from him for so long, no.

For weeks you had wanted him, so he'd give you a fucking worth all the weeks you've been quietly needing it, needing him, needing his cock to split you apart and bring you to transcending heights.

That little cunt of yours was starving, begging to be filled, viciously sucking in every inch of him with more greed by the second.

It almost saddened Yuji to think he'd only have another good five years to enjoy this — both your presence and your pussy — before he had to leave you; a shame he couldn't tell you that while you'll eventually die, he'll remain looking the exact same for who knows how much longer.

Truly, a shame that he found you to be great company.

"Don't keep it away from me, give me that sweet pussy, come on~" He practically whined, his hips colliding harder against yours. "Let go, let go for me, come on..."

And just like that, the knot in your stomach unraveled, leaving you to finally cum all over his cock, your eyes fluttering shut.

A warm sensation enveloped your body, one that overwhelmed you more with each push and pull of his hips that stretched for much longer than just your orgasm.

Yuji could be greedy too.

Greedier than you, perhaps.

"W-Wait, Yuji, g-gimme- I need a break-" You spoke in between pants, your hands pressing against his chest.

A soft chuckle left him as he paused, looking down at you with a smile.

"You should know who you give that pussy up to, sweet girl... You need a break ?" He asked softly, kissing your cheek. "Hm ? You're tired ?"

You let out a soft whine, your arms falling flat around on the mattress around your head as you looked up at him with tired, doe eyes.

Poor you, you really didn't know who you welcomed into your bed.

An eighty years old man who none only looked far from the part, but whose strength and endurance were nothing you could have ever be prepared for and to top it all off, had an insatiable eight inch long cock that somehow made you more aware than ever of your own anatomy.

Of course you'd need a break.

You got way more than what you'd bargained for.

"Just a little break..." You breathed out. "You can... you can stay inside... Just..."

Yuji pressed a gently index to your lips to quiet you down, taking the heavy burden that was forming a sentence out of your hands for now.

You were exhausted, you surely looked the part after cumming twice while in his mind, he was just getting started with you.

Gently cradling you, he was careful to not let himself slip out of you and rolled the two of you around to have you rest your weary body on top of his, your head against his now bruised chest.

He laughed quietly to himself as he saw you pant and fight to gather yourself, his lips pressing against your sweaty forehead.

"Take your time, I got you..." He gently reassured, awfully aware that the hungry little minx you were was slowly coming to terms with the term 'consequences of one's own actions'.

Part of him found that innocence endearing and utterly adorable, though really, he was also a bit worried at how... well, for a lack of a better word, 'easy' you were.

But could he really take responsibility of you when he already had so many other things going on ?

Could he really do that, when he wouldn't be able to explain half of what's happening to him without sounding insane ?

Could he tie himself to someone he knows he'll have to eventually leave, be it to protect you, or by death ?

Those are questions he didn't have the immediate answer to, and he didn't want to bother himself with those either. For now, all he could do was to indulge in you, the rest would come later.

With a deep breath, you suddenly sat up, your hands pressed against his chest again as you slowly began rolling your hips.

He tilted his head to the side, watching you with a smug look on his face as he spanked you again, getting a startled whimper out of you.

"You're already good to go, pretty girl ?" He asked softly, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass.

You let out a soft breath as you took him in deeper, your hips lifting and crashing back down against his a little harder.

"I'm not stopping until you cum for me, Yuji..."

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©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[lucyddreamin]

i started got two days ago and i'm lowkey obsessed with robb stark that's a FINE ASS MAN

[lucyddreamin]

tags! Husband! Naoya Zenin x Ex-Hostess! afab! Reader, kiiinda forced marriage, Naoya is his own warning, Reader is still freaked tf out, use of 'pet', mentions of branding, degradation, breeding kink, spitting, no foreplay whatsoever, yandere undertones

Part 1 here !!

tags list - @rottmntrulesall @kodzukensworld @idontexistrightnow @blossoming9

word count : 3.5K

When Naoya enticed you with a 'promotion', you'd obviously expect an outstanding offer that you would exponentially benefit from.

Anybody who was offered a promotion is seen as a fool to not take it. It meant gaining something, be it money, power, or status, and who didn't want that ?

Certainly not greedy little you.

And sure enough, your greed had put you in the most peculiar situation and perhaps, the worst outcome of any situation you had ever put yourself in.

"Stop frowning, wife." Naoya smirked, looking at you.

A forced marriage to the most unmarriable man the world has ever seen.

You only cared to be fucked, not wired. But apparently your pussy was soooo good that upon your 'yes', in the span of two mere weeks, Naoya bought you out of the hostess club, he took advantage of one of your post-coital state to get you to sign marriage papers.

And you might wonder, how did you not know anything about it all up until the actual traditional wedding day ?

By not being told anything.

By simply waking up one day not quite where you fell asleep at the motel with Naoya, and you had been dressed, prepared and awakened at the venue, surrounded by your now in-laws who only looked intimidating, daring you to say no.

You thought the club was giving you a break for doing such a 'good job'.

You thought Naoya's 'promotion' was all about the absurd amount of gifts he had been giving you the whole time, a mountain of chrysanthemums — a flower symbolizing love and loyalty — had been delivered to your door the day before you had to stand by Naoya, taking him as your husband in front of the whole Zenin clan, unaware of what was awaiting you.

Some of them seized you up, some couldn't hide the confusion on their faces as to how exactly did Naoya, the petulant, woman-hating, spoiled heir managed to get you.

And still, you were there. His lawfully and traditionally wedded wife.

There was no afterparty, nothing of the sort, he didn't deem him it to be necessary. He had plotting to marry you long before he actually did, so it wasn't a question of being short on time, but pure selfishness.

"You're such an asshole." You groaned, your face twisted in dissatisfaction as you looked at him.

You were sat at your new vanity in a nightgown, and clearly unhappy, which of course, only served to make him happy.

Why wouldn't he be ? He won.

Naoya took a deep, pleased breath, carefully untying his obi. "I don't see what you have to cry about, wife. You're about to live a very privileged life."

At his words, you could only roll your eyes. "Oh, because you want to pump me full of your children ? Is that supposed to be an honor ?"

At the speed of light, he was now standing in front of you, grabbing your chin carefully, but firmly. He was forcing you to look at him now, reminding you that just because he let you run around doesn't mean he is to be tested.

As you looked at him, you knew just how much a big fat lie it would be to say that he 'repulsed' you now, that's quite impossible given just how much you have fucked the man more in two weeks than you've seen your mother this whole year — things don't just change like that, no matter how angry you were, you would never deny that his pretty face hid his personality perfectly.

Though what you had to understand is that Naoya's mind, he owned you. He had taken your virginity, he was funding your entire lifestyle and now that he had done the societal and governmental work, he had an attached 'Zenin' to you pretty name in big bold letters.

All Naoya cared about was you.

You.

You.

Always you.

The one woman brave enough — though truly, it was more so stupidity, or lust — to not be deterred by his personality, or his world views.

Would he describe you as a 'good woman' ? Not at all. Not even in a million years.

But that was something he liked about you.

How under all those pretenses, underneath the charming exterior you had carefully painted for yourself a little bit more thoroughly each night you worked as a hostess, there was something truly ugly only he got to see.

He liked the exclusivity, none only did it set him apart from the rest of those men who were begging for your affection, but it also fed into his ego in the most addictive way possible.

Naoya could never get enough of fast you fall in line and drop the 'bratty' act the second he gave either a good dicking, or threw a big juicy stack of cash your way.

Usually, he wouldn't let disobedience fly, not from anyone. But for his pretty little pet ? It was fine.

He loved knowing that he could extend and retract your leash whenever and whichever way it pleased him. Besides, indulging you only made you so much more eager to please, turning the rewards much sweeter.

But right now... You were testing him. Testing that limit with a tongue dipped in insolence.

"You will not be ungrateful." He spoke, looking straight into your eyes. "You think anyone would have married a whore who sells her attention ?"

At his words, you didn't answer, only stared at him very meaningfully, inviting him to listen to his own words.

When he finally caught on, Naoya took a deep breath, his grip on your chin tightening. Because yes, he did marry you, the hostess — or as he said, the whore who sold her attention.

"It's not the same. I own you, so I came back for you. You're my biggest investment to date, but to anyone else, you're broken goods. You've been claimed, thoroughly fucked, creampied more times than I have fingers, and spat on like a common whore, all by me and me alone." He spoke, leaning closer to you. "You're not stupid enough to think any man would've wanted you, are you ? So you better be fucking grateful I changed my mind and saved you from being left alone in the dust forever."

You let out a sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as you thought to yourself : How did you let good dick turn into this ?

You really should have paid more attention when he talked, but also, looked into what kind of family this guy came from, it would have spared you this whole thing.

"I will not have another man spend money on my property. I will not have another man lay a hand on my property. I will not have another man care for you, spend time with you, or subject you to listen to whatever pathetic problem they have when you are all mine." The more he spoke, the more somewhat feral his gaze got. "I can do that. I will do that. I'm the only one allowed to do that. So be grateful, wife."

You blinked as you listened to him, a soft, quiet breath leaving your nostrils.

You really should have listened when he talked back then, because your dear darling husband had issues, lots of them.

Though thankfully, your previous job made it somewhat easy for you to deal with this, it came with the territory. You knew how to handle men, what to say to please, but specifically when it came to Naoya ?

You knew the man's emotions like the back of your hand. You knew how to talk to him, what to say, in what tone, what gestures to make.

He was terribly easy to figure out for a woman who only sat through his rants for personal interest, whether you didn't know him that well or not, you know how he reacted to things, at the very least.

"Sorry..." Gently stroking his forearms, you looked up at him with perfectly honest eyes. "I am grateful. I mean, I didn't really like my job, you were the best part of it." You answered, and truly, you did mean that.

Who would enjoy talking to lonely men in their forties who didn't need to sit at a hostess bar and drink but to seek a damn counselor or better yet, a therapist ?

Not you, that was for sure. But the money was good enough for you to endure it for as long as you did. Said money that didn't mean anything to you the second Naoya started giving you disgusting amounts of it and a good fuck as a bonus.

He was the biggest perk of the job.

His pretty face showing up meant that you none only wouldn't have to deal with anybody else for the night, but also that you would definitely have the time of your life later.

Thing is, you didn't expect to be in this little game of yours for life, now stuck with the man and bearing his last name.

"Smart pet." A smirk slowly formed on his lips, your attempt to stroke his —very fragile— ego working beautifully. "Tell me this is the best day of your life."

"It's the best day of my life." The words rolled out of your lips immediately, a smile softening your face. "I wouldn't rather be anywhere else than with you..."

Did you mean it ? No.

But you also recognized that divorce wasn't an option here, you knew that the second the 'ceremony' began, and all your now in-laws looked at you like you were a sacrificial lamb.

Hell, before they can say anything about it, Naoya will undoubtedly lose his shit and probably actually kill you before you can finish saying the d-word.

Working at the hostess club built up your resilience and your ability to use your charms to get your way, comically, almost as a way to prepare you for this.

So now, you needed to adapt, Missus Zenin.

"You promise you'll take care of me still ?" You asked, leaning into his touch.

Finally seeing your compliance, his eyes lit up with interest. "Why would I lie to my little pet, hm ? Do you know how bad it would look if I took a wife only to neglect her ?"

You didn't understand that part of his rhetoric, and it showed.

He sighed heavily at the confusion slowly etching on your pretty face, his hands rising you from the vanity to your feet, then tugging at your nightgown.

He was running out of patience, now that he could finally cum in you without having to worry about fathering a bastard, he was more eager than ever to get started.

To fill you up without any thought of what might emerging from it. To fully dive into you and thoroughly claim you as his wife.

"Your state is a reflection of me, wife. Keeping you pretty and kept isn't just about you, it's about the message, you get it now ?" He asked, letting your clothes fall to the floor. "Only a weak man has a pathetic looking wife by his side."

"So it's mutually beneficial ?" You asked, finally getting it, albeit slowly.

"Yes, pet... Besides, I know you, you're way more enthusiastic and thorough when you're happy... Does my money make your pretty pussy wet ?"

You bat your lashes at him, feeling his firm grip on your waist while his eyes assessed his newly acquired possession. "It does... especially when you spend it on me."

You felt different in his palms now that you were actually his, the thought of actually branding you was seducing him more by the second — Though perhaps, it wouldn't involve heat, it seemed distasteful.

So for now, he'd settle for a more... primal way, pushing you towards the futon enough for you to understand that he wasn't enough of an animal to throw you down onto it.

His dick was so fucking hard from your praise already that he didn't care to get his dick sucked — not that it mattered anymore, he had unrestricted, easy access to you now which didn't require sneaking around.

He could get his dick sucked all day long for as long as he wanted without the slightest hint of shame or having to be discreet, but right now, he just needed to brand you as thoroughly as he could.

"Spread your legs." He rasped out, shedding his ceremonial kimono with ease.

This, this is what you would definitely take from him without apology.

You slowly raised your legs, then parted them as they fell back down into the futon underneath you, revealing your pussy to him.

"You always whine and cry for nothing... Your pussy is ridiculously wet." He scoffed, kneeling in between your legs.

He split your legs apart some more, a ball of spit falling down on your pussy from his lips while he stroked himself at the sight.

"I should replace the futon with a bed so then I can tie you up... Leave you powerless and at my mercy..."

With a low hiss, Naoya slid his fat cock, inside of you at last, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

"Teach you very practically how you don't need to burden yourself with thinking... I'm in charge of that now, pet. Just bark and wag your tail when I ask you to." He smirked, wrapping a hand around your neck.

You maintained eye contact with him, looking into his eyes as your brows knitted in pleasure more with each inch that slipped inside you.

It didn't take long before he picked up the pace, his hand now pinning you on the futon by the neck while the other hand pushed your leg back onto your chest, an absolutely feral look on his face.

"And you wanted to fake cry about marriage ? Look at you..." He hissed, pushing deeper inside of you. "I've invested so much in you... You'll be a good little wife, won't you ?"

Your eyes rolling back as you took a slow, deep breath. Your tongue felt unbelievably heavy, your body's entire energy focused on making him feel good.

You hummed weakly in response, a rough grunt leaving your lips as he gave you a particularly rough thrust that made your entire body shake.

"For someone who always speaks out of turn, you sure are fucking quiet now that I demand an answer." He clicked his tongue, his left hand going from your throat to your hair, using it to tug your head back.

He leaned down, his body entirely covering yours while he ground his hips against yours in deep, purposeful strokes.

"I-I-" A gasp left your lips as he folded your other leg into your chest as well, his tip kissing your cervix. "M'a good wife..."

After you spoke these words, he pressed your cheeks together to pry open your mouth and spat on your tongue, a satisfied look settling on his face when you immediately swallowed.

"You won't have a choice but to be." He smirked, leaning back. "Your past as a whore is over. All you need is me, all you see is me, all you talk about is me."

He stretched your legs out more, your knees now pressed against your own shoulders as he began moving again, pounding you in a mating press, your whole pussy exposed and open for him to have the easiest and deepest access.

A groan rumbled in his throat as he put one of his legs up on the bed, leaving you to moan, shake, endure and lose your damn mind underneath it.

You never failed to be absolutely shocked by skills, you would've never expected Naoya to know what to do with a woman.

And though the circumstances were still irritating, you were right where you wanted to be.

Under him, whining, moaning, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks with each push and pull of his hips, barely able to breathe from the pressure.

"You will not embarrass me. You will respect me, you will keep that cunt open and ready, and you will be more than fucking willing to be kept barefoot and pregnant." He almost sneered, his hips colliding against yours in a steady, rough rhythm. "Don't you move your fucking legs, pet."

"Yes sir !" You whined out, your chest feeling tight.

Not because of his words, no.

But because you felt deliciously overwhelmed, your legs straining against his hold, shakin, — Your pussy began to leak down onto the futon underneath, tightening as if you wanted to keep him inside you forever.

When it came to marriage prospects, if that was truly what you wanted, you had better options than Naoya Zenin, perhaps you would have went with them if you weren't thinking with your pussy half the time.

Had Naoya not offered you a whole bunch of cold hard cash and sex that rearranged your entire body's composition each time, you would have known it was in your best interest to stay away from him... Well, not that you could have.

Naoya Zenin loved liked you more than he cared to admit.

It was obvious just from the face that the man who cared about power more than anything was willing to 'risk' his powerful bloodline by marrying a non-sorcerer, probably the biggest proof of love from someone like him, whatever 'love' was to him anyways.

And when it came to you, did you return the feeling ?

All things considered... you loved what came with him.

Parts of it that is, when he started going on about his ideologies when it came to 'weaklings' and women, you put to use the skill you had developed and polished to tune it all out.

"Ngh~ f-fuck ! Sir, please, just-"

Sliding his hands to the back of your thighs, Naoya dug his fingers into your flesh, his eyes fixated on how your cunt split apart for him, accommodating him just as you were about to accommodate him for everything else in your life.

That makes for great symbolism, truly.

"Shut up..." He hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes then landing on every bite, every hickey, every traces of himself on your body.

You were his and his alone, and that you shall remain forever, beyond death.

He fell down onto his palms, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he fucked you harder, deeper. The more you tightened around him, the closer you got to climax, the deeper his teeth sank into your skin.

"You're such a nasty little whore... My wife..." His lips moved towards your ear. "I will... I will do whatever the fuck I want with you, I will hold a piping hot brand and press my initials deep into your flesh right above that sweet little cunt... Even if you somehow manage to leave me, you'll never wash yourself off of me... Not after I pump one kid after another in you..."

You felt as though your head was spinning, his teeth sinking into your ear with each filthy word he spoke.

Your legs shook, you felt life rushing back into you as you finally came apart on his cock, your eyes rolling back and nails digging into the sheets.

"Oh I'm sure you're oh so unhappy with this marriage, huh, pet ?" He smirked, leaning back onto his knees and manhandling you to lay on your side.

One of his hands gripped your breasts, the other firmly squeezing your ass for leverage. He was close, very close, his mind clouded with thoughts of how utterly dependent on him he was going to make you, how having you meant that he could be as selfish and needy with your time and attention as he wished.

"This seed better take..." He groaned before slamming into you one last time, emptying his balls right there inside your womb and breeding you.

You didn't know how to feel : the room was too hot, you could barely breathe, your brain was physically not quite there, and your entire body felt jelly.

Naoya let out a soft breath, his eyes clenched shut as he savored the moment, just how big and strong he felt every time he found himself between your thighs.

"Feels good ?" You asked softly, gently stroking his chest. There was a small pause, a flash of hesitance passing through your eyes. "... You're not going to actually brand me, will you ?"

A beat of silence.

His eyes fluttered opened as he looked at you, his gaze unreadable as it slithered around your naked body under him, your wet cunt still wrapped around him, your chest heaving with a mixture of fear and apprehension.

And then he laughed.

The most sincere yet scariest laugh you've ever heard from him.

Taking a deep breath to settle himself, Naoya then pinched one of your nipples, before grabbing your chin with a gentleness that felt foreign from him, his lips pressing against your forehead.

And against your skin, he whispered your answer,

"Be good, and I won't have to do that, pet."

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©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[lucyddreamin]

what do you reckon Sephiroth would be like as a boyfriend pre vs Post-Nibelheim and as a father Pre vs Post-Nibelheim? 👀

as someone who has a yumeship with sephiroth both in writing, in the sims and now in tomodachi life, thank you so much for giving me the room to talk about this ^^

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Pre-Nibelheim! Sephiroth is... Not the best boyfriend.

He's not terrible by any means, but rather awfully clumsy due to his inadequacy. He wasn't taught to be a friend, so you can very easily imagine that the concept of being boyfriend had never even crossed his mind either.

He never asks to be your boyfriend either, not really. But you, being his little bubble of peace, the only one seeing past his slightly off-putting presence and noticing the tiniest things about him, started introducing him as such.

Frankly, the first time he had heard it, he was confused. You probably had to sit him down and explain to him what it meant to be a boyfriend, and how he had given you every reason to bestow the title upon him.

He doesn't talk much, he doesn't express his feelings, but the impossible warmth and fondness in his gaze whenever he noticed you being around was nothing short of love.

When he's away on missions, he makes sure that you're alright, sending you mails that are probably very dry, up until he notices the emoticons you use, leading to messages such as : 'I'm done. ^^' being sent to you just as his last enemy falls to the ground. When he misses you while he's away, you can be sure that he would stroke the silly good luck trinket you gave him a while back, that he had promptly attached to his sword.

Sephiroth who doesn't have the luxury of having a family, or even a place to call home, find himself over at your place a lot. He's very pliant too, eating everything you make without complaints, not really understanding why you would go out of your way to even cook for him. He doesn't need to eat much, but for you, he would lick the plate clean.

If you are upset, he makes it a point to fix whatever it is that caused it, without always asking you. If you are sad, he's... helpless. Unequipped to really deal with it. If you're happy, then he lets himself bask into it.

You never hear comforting or affectionate words for him, but you feel it, just how important you are to him, what you mean to him, and a core memory you keep close to you was just how agitated he became when you caught the flu once. It felt as though his whole world was ending then and there.

So really, you did not have much worries when you got pregnant by him. You saw it in his eyes, how the information did not seem to process in his mind that his family-less self was building his own.

And I can promise you, you are very much taken care of, almost bedbound because he refused to let you lift a finger, waking up to seeing him with his hair up and surrounded by books about cooking as he tries to figure it out. You'd wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and see him reading books about parenthood, his eyes lazer focused on the page while he asks you where you're going, supporting your back with a singular hand to help get up.

He was all about efficiency, but a baby isn't.

From the day his daughter was born, he felt... Lost.

He had a few names for her : 'Spawn', 'Daughter of mine', 'Tiny one', you cannot recall a singular time he had called her by her name. And still, you had never seen him so willing, a brand new light in his eyes when he crossed the threshold of your home and was welcomed by his little girl.

She was spoiled from the beginning. Much like he was with you and couldn't stand seeing you upset, he could not fathom the idea of her being inconvenienced, upset, and God forbid she cried.

He even considered bringing her along with him on a mission once, which you shut down as fast as the thought rose.

And perhaps, that could've been it. Your little family.

Except it wasn't.

His daughter made him that much more eager to find out his roots, to protect her, to understand what had happened to his peers.

And that's when Nibelheim happened.

You hadn't heard from him in weeks, though you'd wake up with a singular black feather on your pillow signing that he was there, not that as Shinra tried to make it seem.

Your daughter stopped crying for him, even weirder, she'd be eager to go to bed, claiming that her 'Papa' visited her during the night.

You knew he was here. But Sephiroth didn't talk, so you wouldn't expect him to face you and tell you what exactly had happened.

You were still taken care of though. You weren't sure how, but you were.

To say he didn't consider killing you would be a lie. After all, he wanted to get rid of humanity, he wanted to make sure to give an ending worth of your love for him. It wouldn't be rough, or cruel, or even painful.

But he also that thought died the day you stayed up and caught him in your daughter's room, looking at him with the utmostr disappointment in your eyes.

A quiet apology would leave his lips, because for the first time, he couldn't do anything about what made you upset. Not much talking would be done, because despite everything, it was still him.

He was still your boyfriend. He still loved you and your daughter despite it all.

But for your own wellbeing, he couldn't be around you, his home had been taken away from him in the blink of an eye, from his own doing. If anything, that only served to further his spiral.

Rest assured, the thoughts of harming you had left the second you kissed him despite it all. Because underneath the anger, the confusion, you were grateful that he was alive. You were semi-grateful that he tried to be here in his daughter, as different as the light in his eyes was.

It wasn't truly him, but it was still him enough for you to toss those worries aside for the next couple of hours.

Your life would never be the same.

Your family would never be what it once was.

But perhaps, those worries simply did not matter when you finally felt him buried inside you again after all these months.

And certainly, the plans he had for you and your daughter, his living legacy, were far more merciful than what he reserved to most.

[lucyddreamin]

I think I really like Sephy because he's super cute, cute as in something that's deserving of love and adoration

I mean if it's a serious question, I would say I do love how humanised and dehumanised at the same time Sephiroth is, it's incredible how they managed to do that to him, I love that he's an alien hybrid man who found out that he was never even a normal person at all despite how that being what he wants to be, to be a person and so he ended up wanting to destroy the world that basically robbed him of that and it's hard to blame him for such "evilness" considering everything he's been through

Also cuz I like him cuz he is HOT, like this man is why I love long haired men, he's stunning, beautiful and utterly humane, even when, it's bitterly doesn't look like so?

i love that sephiroth is very much a tragic character. like yes he's pretty and all (which drew me to him in the first place, i won't pretend) but even in crisis core when he was 'sane', and in ec, it's made so clear that as shiny as it might seem, he will always fail to be human.

people put him on a pedestal (title of 'hero' aside, him, angela and genesis literally have fan clubs lol), shinra sees him as a weapon, and he wasn't taught to have empathy, or develop a clear critical analysis of things that aren't battle related.

he was made to fail, but not in the way that shinra expected him to, and I think that's why i hold him so dear to my heart, especially after seeing his backstory in ever crisis.

[lucyddreamin]

tags! naoya zenin x afab! hostess! reader, reader is a freaked all the way out, Naoya is his own warning, use of the name 'pet', oral (m! receiving), "praise" (f! receiving), wrote this with a hand in my panties, degradation (f! receiving) tiny bit of spit play, degradation, dumbification if you squint ?, reader is cock drunk, Naoya may have hidden motives...

he can't be fixed, but surely fucking him would calm him down...

haven't written any smut in like three months pls don't mind the sloppiness

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Working as a hostess, you of course had your fair share of encounters with odd men.

If you were asked, you'd say the most common archetype would be working men who didn't have time for a proper social life and just wanted a pretty girl who pretended to give a fuck to listen to their problems while having a drink.

Sometimes, those men had rings on their fingers. You always noticed them, of course. Did that stop you from doing the job you were hired for in order to put feed yourself and maintain a decent lifestyle ?

Not really.

Not at all, actually.

The club's rules were strict about sleeping with clients, they weren't even allowed to touch you, only to have the mere fantasy of you — not that you were dying to have sex with a bunch of lonely old men either.

Because of course, lonely men between the ages of forty to sixty were making up most of your client list.

It would be mighty difficult for a man younger than that to none only attain such a level of despair, but to also be able to afford the hefty fee that was required to drink in your presence.

But of course, there is always an exception.

And your very own had you on all fours, slowly crawling on the soft carpeting of a nice and cushy hotel room towards him.

Naoya Zenin wasn't like the others.

He was twelve years under the usual age range you were used to, born and raised in a proper family, had the kind of money that made the manager clear out your entire schedule for the night the second he appeared, because everyone knew who Naoya's favorite was, and it was none other than you.

You.

You.

Always you.

Only you.

No one knew why the Zenin heir frequented a hostess club — Scratch that, no one knew that he frequented a hostess club, he made sure of that.

His last name was slapped on his forehead, every each of his mannerisms, every word he spoke. What an embarrassment it would be if anyone knew he was here, and only wanted one woman at his table.

He was meticulous with it.

First, he'd call to make himself known, but mostly to give you time to prepare for him. Then, he never walked in through the main entrance, never went to the first floor where new —or broke— clients were; instead, he made a beeline for the privacy of the third floor where you would be, waiting for him.

Once he approved of your outfit choice, —which you always had figure out of your own— he would start drinking and going on tangents about his oh soooo progressive rhetoric about women's 'place' in society, or complain about his peers, sometimes, even confiding in that he couldn't wait for his old man to 'finally croak', in his very own words.

Once he had his fill of that, he would then pay another hefty sum to allow you to leave the club during business hours and come with him to what had become the 'usual' hotel, purely from how often you frequented the place together.

It was a nice place : private, secure, and typically not the kind of place you'd see him in. In short, perfect for this purpose.

And one would think that maybe you were forced into this by the club because of how much money Naoya was willing to put down.

Surely, you didn't actually want this, you were such a nice girl with dignity and self-respect !

... Well one would be wrong.

You had managed to somehow block out the words that came out of his mouth to focus on the smooth sound of his voice, you allowed yourself to be seduced by the pretty face that barely, baaarely covered the ugly personality.

And it was all in favor of the rough, glorious, delicious destruction of your guts his sole appearance at the club promised.

In short : you cared to be fucked, not wifed — And if you could get a check with five zeros for it, that's even better. 

Perhaps that's exactly what Naoya liked about you.

"Here, kitty kitty..." A smirk graced his face as he looked at you from the bed, leisurely leaned back on his palms.

He looked arrogant, utterly pleased, his thighs spread comfortably as he sat there wrapped in a bath robe like some sort of gift, hair slightly damp.

Naoya knew very well that by the time you'd make it to him, your thighs would be sticky and wet from your own mess dripping down your soft skin, and it only served to none only stroke his ego, by make his cock unbelievably hard.

You maintained eye contact, crawling towards him on the soft carpet with your perky ass up in the air enticingly, only stopping once you were between his legs.

Naoya leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs as he took a deep breath. He leaned his head against his fist, his free hand cupping your chin and raising it so you could face him properly.

"How much did I spend on you tonight ?" He asked, pressing his thumb against your lower lip.

You looked into his eyes, your own gaze glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust.

One might think that it would make sense for you to not be sober, perhaps that would explain why you were so eager to give yourself to that man.

But one would once again be terribly wrong.

Even if Naoya himself drank, he never allowed you to be anything other than sober. In his very own words, 'it ruins the experience if you can't realize how much of a slut you're being'.

"You know I don't pay attention to that..." You answered in a soft voice, batting your lashes at him.

Swirling your tongue around his thumb, you then slowly sucked it into your mouth nice and slow, your gaze fixated on his holding promises.

His smirk slowly widened, a smug look settling on his features as he sighed softly, moving his hand to cup your cheek and taking to occasion to trace the letter 'N' on your cheek with your own saliva, a fake thoughtful pout on his lips.

"I told you to pay attention, I didn't think I was spending money on a stupid woman who can't listen." He clicked his tongue condescendingly, his hand going to the back of your neck. "How can you fuck me properly if you don't know what you have to be grateful for ?"

You looked at him with an exaggerated pout. "They won't let me look at the books... I only know what the direct deposit to my account looks like."

He was quiet, slowly biting his lower lip.

You were far from stupid... Well, maybe a little for sleeping with him but not outright dumb, he knew that very well.

Perhaps that is another thing he liked about you.

So when you put on that coy act, it rushed straight to his cock, because he knew it was just that. An act. Pretending.

And it never failed to stroke his ego that a smart like you would dumb herself down just for him.

"Huh... Is that so ?" He asked, his hand wrapping around your neck, not quite squeezing but just letting rest there. "What are you willing to do for that extra check ?"

His other hand lazily untied his robe while he tightened his hold on your neck, carefully squeezing against your jugular to making you a bit lightheaded.

"Maybe I should wave it in front of you and make you crawl around for it... You'd like that, wouldn't you ?" He asked, spreading open the robe to show off his muscular body underneath. "What do you like more ? My money or my cock ?"

You knew better to touch him before he told you to, though doing that generally led to an even better experience. But given that your last encounter with him was two days ago, you weren't ready to go through that again so soon.

He was so well-built under all the layers of traditional clothes he usually wore, droplets of water dripping down his abs still.

"Two birds, one stone." You answered, licking your lips.

You were so shameless with it that it got a genuine cackle out of him. So direct, no pretenses. Just a hungry little slut for cock who loved money.

Another thing he liked about you.

He leaned down and pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead, his very own form of praise.

He would never outright praise you, but every last one of his kisses, as filthy as they may be, had to be earned.

And who other than the pretty hostess who didn't spread those pretty legs open for anyone but him would put in that amount of dedication to please him ?

"Get to work, girl." I let go of you, leaning back onto his palms cockily.

His eyes were sharp, glaring down at you with growing impatience, even if it had only been a second since he gave you the signal that you could touch now.

You looked at him as you settled back on your knees, sweeping two fingers between your legs, gathering your own wetness.

Then, you rubbed it onto your palm, using that hand to slowly stroke his semi-hard cock.

He was well groomed, never fully shaved, but trimmed neatly. Sometimes, he didn't bother trimming at all, and frankly, you didn't care, he wasn't that hairy of a man to begin with.

He was thick, veiny, if anyone thought he was overly arrogant, nature gave him the exact size to match just how big he was talking.

"You're fucking gross, you know that ?" He groaned softly, watching you stroke his cock with your own slick.

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his tip.

"That's what you like about me." You whispered before finally taking him into your mouth.

He let out a heavy breath of relief, his head falling back. One of his hand immediately placed itself on top of your head, guiding you to guzzle down more of his fat cock.

"Get over yourself..." He hissed softly, feeling his tip in your tight throat. "A dignified whore should not think so highly of herself."

You moaned softly around his cock, pulling back momentarily to lick a stripe down, following the veins to the base of his cock.

"A man as dignified as yourself shouldn't be so eager to be touched by a whore." You shot back.

Your lips sucked on the sensitive spot right where between his shaft and balls started, coaxing a chocked groan out of him.

He looked down at you, slapping his cock on your forehead with a focused yet pleased look on his face.

"Dignified and common whores aren't the same. I broke your hymen, which means you are- Ngh~"

He hissed, hips bucking up against your face as you took his balls in your mouth.

He wasn't wrong about being the first man to have split open your little cunt with his cock, on the first night this little game had started too.

Why did you do it then ?

You wanted to see if the talk matched the game, your virginity had never been something you were very attached to anyways.

And perhaps, the fact that you had given yourself to him was probably the reason behind his attachment to you. If at first it was because of his fear of fathering a bastard, you had proven yourself to be the only one able to look past his words without bitching about it, or trying to change his views.

You took, and took, and took even more, always welcoming him with a light in your eyes, always eager.

Gods, did he like that about you...

"Mmh ? Your cock dignified me ?" You asked, lazily swirling your tongue around his balls, very pleased with yourself seeing his reaction.

His fingers clenched around your hair, pulling you away from his cock.

He didn't mind having his dick sucked, but he much preferred being buried deep inside you as fast as possible.

He hauled you up with strong hands under your armpits, throwing you onto the bed on your stomach and earning a cute little squeak of surprise from you.

"My cock soiled you, don't be fucking stupid." He roughly spoke, landing a spank on your ass. "You think any man is going to want to marry a woman who has been fucked through the mattress more times than she's been loved ?"

You looked back at him as you arched your back and raised your hips, completely unfazed by his insults.

"Aww and here I thought we had something special, this is how I find out you don't love me ?" You sarcastically teased.

He spanked you once again, narrowing his eyes on you with no answer.

You knew better than to take his silence for contradiction. As a matter of fact, you knew just how lucky you are to not be a recipient of his affections, only of his cum and money.

From what he told you, you could only assume Naoya's love would be nothing but a prison.

Just because he was nice to you didn't mean he was a nice man, and that was a fact you were very aware of.

"Present yourself to me." He finally spoke again, slapping his heavy cock against your ass cheeks.

Looking back at him, you raised your hips and spread apart your ass cheeks, showing off your eager little cunt.

With a last harsh spank to your ass, Naoya slowly slid inside you, making sure you felt the stretch. His hands rested on each side of your head, allowing him to leaned down just enough to whisper in your ear.

"You're gonna feel it... Just how much love I have for you." His tone held an odd mixture of spite and fondness, but above all, promise.

Just because he refused to have a mouth full of pussy didn't mean you weren't getting pleasured out of those encounters, very far from that.

Naoya was, at his core, arrogant. Making you cum and leaving you within an inch of your life was almost crucial to his ego, it brought him satisfaction to reduce you to nothing but a stupid cockwhore.

You knew to expect that, but tonight, something felt... different.

Not that he gave you any time to think, his hips starting to move immediately, the rythm much rougher than anticipated.

"Take it like a good pet."

Somewhere along the line, something put him in a bad mood. You didn't know what, —though you very much had an idea and might have been purposeful with how much you talked back— but you were about to feel it in the most delicious way possible.

The calm hotel room was quickly filled with the loud sounds of his balls slapping against your clit, the thrusts purposeful.

His hand wrapped around your neck, lifting your head off the bed to force you to look at him and meet his eyes, his lips slightly parted and jaw clenched as he pounded harder inside you, taking sharp breaths.

So fucking right and wet for him, gripping his cock greedily like you needed it to survive.

"Feel it, pet." He spat out, glaring into your soul, watching as every inch of your face scrunched up with pleasure.

You adjusted your hips, deepening your arch and pushing it back slightly in a way that made him reach none only deeper, but also landed him right where you were most sensitive.

But you didn't dare to close your eyes. You didn't even let them roll back, fighting your own instincts and keeping your eyes on his, your eyebrows knitting, teeth sinking in your inner cheek.

"So good..." I whispered, each purpose slap of his hips against your ass knocking the breath out of you.

"Louder."

"So good !" You breathed out roughly, your voice shaky.

His hand tightened around your hair, his lips pressing against your temple roughly in quiet praise as he let go of your neck, pushing your head up against the pillow and keeping it there with a firm, veiny hand.

"I'm all you'll ever know... You'll learn the ways quickly."

And that really and truly went over your head, you only nodded under his strong hold, finally letting your eyes roll back now that they weren't holding his.

Your mind slipped away with each jiggle of your ass, his free hand spanking you once more before gripping the cheek firmly.

It truly is impressive how little awareness one has with a dick inside them...

Your hips moved to readjust your arch, and immediately, your jaw fell open as his thrusts hit just right, your vision blurring, drool dripping onto the pillow.

You couldn't think clearly. Could think about anything else but his fat cock roughly claiming every inch of that sweet little cunt, slick coating it and squelching loudly.

You were right where you wanted to be.

"Tell me I'm good." He cockily demanded, immediately taking notice of how tight you had became and increasing the pace.

"Y're the b-best-" You gasped, the breath knocked out of you.

And there it was.

The very reason why you even gave him, and only him pussy. It wasn't just his looks, it was very much this, just how good he could dick you down, how you told him he was the best —though he was really all you knew so far— and mean it whole-heartedly.

You stroked his ego with your very own thoughts and feelings.

And you guessed, he also liked that about you.

"The best, huh ?" He groaned, pulling out and flipping you around.

He didn't lose any time, barely giving you time to reposition yourself properly and immediately sinking back inside you.

He pushed your knees into your chest, immediately picking his rhythm back up and if you weren't so loud and busy cumming on his cock, you would've have noticed that he was slowly putting you into a mating press.

"Say it again." He urged, his face flushed as he looked at you completely falling apart.

You were a mess, a slutty, sweaty mess who looked completely fucked out, drool on your chin from earlier, your legs shaking against your own chest as he kept fucking you roughly through your orgasm, folding you up against yourself.

His hands grabbed your breasts, squeezing them with a deep moan rumbling in his chest at the sight of them jiggling like this.

His very own beautiful mess.

"Y're t-the best..." The words left you in the form of a whimper, your eyes rolling back.

"Letting me fucking raw like this whenever I want like a bitch in heat... Of course I'm the best, look at how hungry you are for it."

You felt like he was ripping your soul out of you, strings of pathetic moans, whines and incoherent babbles leaving your pretty lips while he fucked you stupid.

He buried in face in your neck, his hot pants blowing against your sweaty skin as your tight pussy sucked him in, almost yearning for every last drop of his cum to be dropped right there.

"I have big plans for you, bitch... There's your welcome gift." He spoke through batted breaths.

Before you could question it, —if you even could think, actually— he finally let out thick, sticky ropes of cum deep inside you, his hips pressed so tightly against you, you could swear he was in your stomach.

A deep groan left his lips, his eyes closing in bliss as he made sure every last drop was inside you, his hands giving your breasts small squeezes as his tongue licked the sweat of your neck, the tip tracing out yet another 'N' on your skin before sucking a hickey right on it.

If he could, he would brand you, burning his name into your skin. And sometimes, he wondered if you'd let him.

It took a few seconds for him to recover, pulling out of you and looking at the state he left you in —so far, that is. He most definitely was far from getting his money's worth, that look over was more of an assessment of how long he was willing to let you breathe until he buried himself deep inside you again.

But he would also take that moment to tell you more as to why he came to seek you out that night particularly.

And who knows ?

Maybe scrambling your brain a little before was a good way of getting to be more... pliant. Cooperative.

Willing.

"Two birds one stone, right ?" He muttered, taking you in.

You looked nothing short of pathetic, legs shaking miserably, drool dripping down your chin as you looked at him, disoriented, dripping cum, breasts heaving with each breath you took, covered in his cum, spit, his sweat dripping down and mixing with your own.

So pathetic, yet so beautiful.

His pretty little pet.

His eyes met yours after he was done with his assessment, clearly pleased with himself, for now that is.

He leaned over you once again, one hand supporting him up while the other gripped your chin firmly, lips pressing against your own in a peck that didn't feel like praise, but promise.

"How would you like a promotion, pet ?"

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part 2 here !!

©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[lucyddreamin]

i haven't really been keeping up with tumblr but tysm for 100 followers ^^ ! can't believe i was nervous about tumblr at first, i'll lock back in on writing in a bit

[lucyddreamin]

tags! fem!Naruto x afab!reader, drabble, reader is bicurious, established relationship

thinking of Naruto helping his girlfriend figure herself out with his best jutsu out there!

small little drabble I might turn into a fic eventually !

Your boyfriend, Naruto, had always been eager to please.

Always ready to prove himself to you, to make up for the time he was away from you on missions, to excel your expectations.

Partly because he was terrified of being left, but mostly because that was simply how he showed his love, being at your beck and call and going above and beyond for your requests.

But it still came up as a surprise to you that you were currently in bed, laying under your boyfriend as... A girl ?

Your girlfriend, then ?

You had no clue he'd go this far after you had simply mentioned being a bit bi-curious.

His — or her ? you didn't even know anymore — lips were pressed against your sucking hickies on your skin, blond hair sprawled out all over you.

You had heard of your boyfriend 'Sexy jutsu', of course. But you hadn't seen it until now, your breath stuck in your throat as you looked at the girl on top of you, breasts feeling very real pressed against yours like this. 

You knew he was eager to please, and you also knew he could be a bit possessive with your attention. 

What you didn't expect was for him to go as far as turning himself into a woman to help you figure yourself out. 

"No good ?" She asked, batting her lashes at you. 

"I... Babe, I don't know what to say..." You admitted, having a hard time computing this.

You can tell that your boyfriend thought it through, probably spent time researching it, and was really happy with this idea.

Telling you were feeling a bit bi-curious was a passing sentence in a conversation about what the two of you had done romantically and/or sexually in the best, though it seemed your admission didn't go unnoticed. 

"Aww... I thought you'd like it. It's me ! You're comfortable with me and... And I'm a girl everywhere !" 

You were barely listening.

She was so pretty, plump lips painted in what you recognized to be your very own lipgloss moving, long eyelashes kissing his upper cheek.

Fucking hell. Naruto made a very pretty girl, you couldn't help but feel your stomach twist in the best way possible at the sight in front of you, your boyfriend momentarily becoming your girlfriend — and being the prettiest girl you've ever seen.

"It's okay I'm not upset... Come here..." 

You gently cupped her cheeks, whispering a 'thank you' before pressing your lips against hers gently, testing it out.

But of course, as good as the job was, that was still your boyfriend in there, gracious, slender hands coming to cup your breasts firmly, moaning against your lips as she pressed up against you more clumsily, seemingly figure out herself how to adjust in this new, lighter and perkier body.

Oh you were about to find out just how much you liked girls... Just in a more unconventional way !

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©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[chaoticneutralwife]

the girl of your maladaptive daydreams

[hinamie]

this guy is so shaped it makes me angry

[lucyddreamin]

tags! fratjo! x afab! reader, reader is highkey ashamed of him, no friends only benefits, toxic relationship dynamics, car sex, oral (m receiving), p in v, spitting, choking, licking, biting, creampie, mentions of baby trapping, lightly proofread

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"Just go ahead and drive off !"

You looked around nervously, fastening your seatbelt.

Satoru looked over at you with an incredibly annoyed look on his face before doing exactly as you asked, driving away from your dorm building's parking lot.

The two of you have been fucking around for a while now, but God fucking forbid someone saw you together, your words of course.

To you, being seen with Satoru would be the ultimate embarrassment.

It's not like he was another one of those stupid 'good for nothing' frat boys; he made it to the dean's list last semester with ease.

But on the other hand... He was him. That meant that sleeping around, getting shit-faced drunk, doing whatever it is that damn frat required from him were also things that he did with ease, and that was the embarrassing part about your predicament.

Aside from the fact that... well... He was a 'brother', whatever the fuck that even meant.

"It's been months, by the way." He said through gritted teeth, hands holding the wheel tighter as he finally got away from your dorm's building. "And you're still pulling that bullshit."

Instead of taking the opening to a productive conversation, you let out an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes at the thought of doing as little as considering him more than what he was to you, aka just another guy on the roster.

"And the issue is ?" You asked, not even sparing him a glance.

It really pissed him off.

Satoru sure as hell wasn't 'loyal' to you by any means, in his very own words, your name wasn't tattooed on his dick and branded as your property. However, you had a permanently place in his mind, keeping him up at night scrolling on your social media to glance at your face.

God he was pathetic.

And yet, it was already way past midnight, his tinted windows offering all the privacy in the world, but you still found a way to bitch and whine about 'being seen' with him like he wasn't dicking you down at least twice a week, like the two of you hadn't exchanged various fluids on multiple occasions.

Letting out a sigh in an attempt to keep the 'b-word' from escaping his lips, his hands tightened around the steering wheel as he spoke again, the irritation in his tone palpable.

"You're gonna keep the attitude for long ?" 

"You're gonna fuck it out of me later ?" You scoffed.

You were there for one thing, and one thing only. Never hid from it, always made it clear that whatever else he had going on was none of your business, and you didn't care to make it your business.

And that's where you had him.

One could say that you were Satoru's perfect match... Well, not exactly.

Arguably, you were worse than him, getting all into his mind, bending him to your will, putting him in his most vulnerable headspaces with just a sentence or a gaze and getting him to come back to you every time without even asking him to.

In a world where Satoru was an asshole with many heartbreaks under his belt, you were the one that got him.

When it came to you, all his pride disappeared. He wasn't past begging, yearning, groveling, jumping high and low, hell, even whining about needing you when he was drunk — mind you, you never once had done anything to 'win' this title. You simply did not give a single fuck about him, his life, his feelings, his hardships, or whatever else he might be going through.

And fuck if he knew how to walk from this. As a matter of fact, he wasn't even sure he would even if he found out how to.

Eventually, he had to stop the car at a red light, taking the occasion to look at you sitting comfortably in his car like you belonged there. 

The mini-skirt you wore made him want to bite and mark your thighs, exactly what he had done on your last encounter, the jean fabric slightly digging into your skin.

He looked up at your pretty face, his heart melting at just how good you looked with the blue light from your phone's screen reflecting on your face, fingers tapping on the screen as you typed back a message with a... smile ?

Who the fuck-

"Light is green, by the way." You muttered without even glancing at him.

You hadn't looked at him once since you got into the car, but you were glued to that phone though.

Satoru's gaze stayed fixated on you for a couple more seconds, his chest feeling tight and heavy.

He wasn't naive enough to be unaware that he wasn't the only guy on the roster, hell, he probably wasn't even top three in there. But to text other people in front of him ?

Oh yeah.

That got him good.

"You want me to drop you off there or... ?" He sarcastically asked, his jaw set tight.

And fucking finally, you looked up at him, a look of confusion etched on your pretty features.

"Drop me off where ?" You asked, looking around in confusion.

Maybe you hadn't noticed that you passed a place you knew ? 

Because you couldn't see another reason as to why he would even ask you this.

"To his house, the dude you're texting that got your thirty-two teeth out, since he's obviously so much fucking funnier than me."

You raised a brow, slightly baffled.

Oh you knew Satoru was hypocritically jealous, of course you did. 

That message had been clear the second he saw you talking too long with one of his brothers on campus —mind you, it was about a shared class the two of you had— which resulted in you getting fingered in the library about ten minutes after being spotted.

Did you have a problem with his jealousy ?

... Not one bit.

You loved riling him up, you did it like it was what you were sent on Earth to do.

"I can't laugh with my friends now ?" You asked with a small scoff, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "You should lay off the caffeine bro, it's-"

"I'm not your bro." He immediately cut you off, turning his head to kiss your fingers while keeping your eyes on the road.

You let out a quiet snort, amused.

He was so easy to please, so easy to figure out that it was almost boring talking to him.

"Yeah ? Then what are you ?"

"Anything you want, just not your fucking bro." He replied in a softer tone, leaning into your touch.

"Anything ? Including my little bitch ?"

That made him bite his lower lip.

The fact that you knew exactly what you did to him made blood rush to his cock, because really, that only made it better.

He knew that you were a manipulative little bitch and you knew that he knew that he was playing right into your palm.

"I said anything but your 'bro', guess that counts..." He answered before finally pulling into a quiet parking lot by the beach, the same one you guys usually went to on late nights like these.

You had full control of the aux because of course, your phone was connected to his car and of course, he never fought you on that.

Letting out a sigh, he undid his seatbelt, and then yours.

"You okay ?" He asked, reclining his seat and pulling you to sit on top of him, his hands squeezing your thighs.

He'd been needing to touch you ever since you got in the fucking car, fighting the urge to start scratching his veins for it.

Sitting on his lap, the car felt comfortably cramped. It wasn't small by any means, a trust fund baby like him wouldn't be driving a crappy car at all. But still, it wasn't exactly suited for what you guys were usually up to.

"Do I not look okay ?" You asked in response, a bit perplexed as to where that came from.

He let out a small chuckle, squeezing your hips as he looked up at you, a soft smile on his lips.

He wondered if you knew that only you got to see him like this, only you got this version of him — arguably, the best version of himself. And yet, still, you were ashamed of him, you would rather die than be seen with him.

Asking you if you're okay out of the blue was his poor attempt at getting a civil conversation from you, and still, either you weren't picking up on that or you simply really didn't care — and it was most likely the latter.

If he really had guts, he would ask you the dreaded 'what are we' question, but he knew better than to even think about doing that.

You'd either brush him off, or tell him the real, harsh truth that would lead him to having his real first heartbreak and ruin him completely, because that was just how much power you held over him.

So he just kept it to himself instead, finding comfort in his own delusions and late nights 'what ifs'.

"Just asking..." He sighed softly, fingers drumming their way up your hip to your waist. "You got so pretty for me today..."

Just as you knew him, he knew you. 

You really did get pretty for him, wearing the clothes he liked to see on you, the perfume he liked the most, that damn shimmery lipgloss that drove him insane when you knew you'd see him.

When it came to you, he paid attention to details, and you always made sure to give him something to focus on.

Your voice softened as you spoke, your fingers gently caressing his forearms.

Day and night, that was the difference in your openness towards him when sex was the table versus having a casual conversation.

"I always get pretty, you know that." 

"Alwyas getting so pretty for me... Makes me want to see you all the time, set you as my lockscreen." He muttered, testing waters he already swam in before.

You would never allow anyone to find out that the two of you were anything but acquaintances, if even that.

"What's stopping you ?" You asked, guiding his hands under your tank top.

He took a sharp breath, manhandling you to straddle him now, your skirt flipping up to your waist.

One of his hands firmly grabbed your ass, grinding the boner you got all credits for creating against you shamelessly while the other held the back of your neck.

"You'd fucking kill me, I'm not exactly down to be taken out like that." He whispered as he pulled you down to him into a kiss.

It started off nice and slow, maybe a bit too passionate on his part but it quickly got rectified into something more lustful when you slid your tongue in his mouth, caressing his.

When he finally pulled away to  breathe, his lips found your jawline.

He wanted to bite you and mark you all over, but again, you would kill him if he did that.

His hands moved to grab your hips, grinding you down against him as he kissed you right at the junction of your jaw and your ear, getting those sweet, pleased purrs of yours.

"You smell so fucking good... My girl..." He muttered against your skin.

"Not your fucking girl." You answered with bated breath, reaching down to palm his crotch. "You wish I was really hard though..."

He nibbled on your earlobe, sucking it into his mouth with a soft moan, your hand groping him through the sweatpants he didn't bother wearing underwear underneath.

"You think you're so fucking funny." He whispered into your ear, licking the shell.

A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut as your hand reached into his sweatpants.

"Hilarious, yes... Now let me go." You said between soft breaths.

"Fuck no." He immediately refused, his lips going down to your neck.

You gave his cock a tight squeeze that made him flinch, a soft hiss leaving his lips.

"You want your dick sucked or not ?"

At those words, he quickly let you go and straighter his seat, suddenly having no complaints whatsoever as he followed you to the backseat.

The first and last time you gave him head in the driver's seat, he got too excited and accidentally pressed the honk. Ever since then, you had made it clear that would never happen ever again.

Once the two of you got back there, the clothes quickly —and eagerly— came off, a piece of clothing being removed between each kiss you gave each other, your lips quickly trailing down low.

"Lean back..." You muttered against his stomach, your hands caressing his biceps.

His fingers buried themselves in your hair, pulling you back up for another kiss, unable to resist the urge to get another taste of you before it got tainted by his cock, pushing your head back down to his crotch.

"You have to say please." You said with a chuckle, looking up at him as you pressed kisses on the sides of his cock. "For fuck's sake, please baby..." 

You gave the tip a small, experimental lick, feeling him shudder under you. 

You were killing him right there.

Satoru looked down at you, hoping you were satisfied with that. He wasn't putting it past him to beg but he'd rather not, saving his voice to sing your praises. 

"You can do better... But that should be enough for now." 

You took him in your mouth and got to work, his body melting immediately.

Maybe that was why he took everything you verbally threw at him, because he knew what else your mouth could do when you got excited.

You sucked him slow but hard, cheeks hollowing and glitter from your lipgloss staining his lower stomach. 

"Fuck, you're greedy..." He hissed, watching you work.

You were drunk on him, his moans, your tongue swirling around his sensitive tip as you played with it for a bit.

One hand stroked the rest of his cock while your mouth focused on it, driving him insane until you decided to start taking more of him again.

"F-fuck !" He groaned, hips thrusting up into your eager mouth.

So this was how it would be, huh ?

His fingers threaded into your hair, guiding you to take even more of him. But this was no hard task for you, your throat clenching around his cock nearly seeing him see stars.

You had tricks. And somehow, he was still not ready for them, even after all those months.

You looked up at him smugly, flexing the back of your tongue and winking at him.

And just like that, he couldn't hold it, pulling you off of his cock and up for a kiss, getting you on your back and spreading your legs.

"You're so fucking good to me..." He muttered against your lips as he positioned himself between your legs.

His fingers clenched into your hair, holding right there to let him taste himself on your tongue. 

"You don't even deserve it." You answered, biting his lower lip.

He let out a small groan, finally sliding inside you with eyes rolling back.

"Nuh uh I don't... Tell me all about it while you give it to me anyways." He chuckled, slowly thrusting inside you, easing himself inside your tight cunt. "You get so much fucking wetter the more you hate me..." 

You moaned softly, looking down at the way his cock he slowly slid in and out of you, letting you adjust.

That was probably why you were still seeing him, the big cock attached to his body that drove you insane, raw and uncut as it pounded inside you.

"Fuck you..." You breathed out.

One hand held the back of one of your knees to keep you spread apart for him while the other was stillin your hair, tugging your head to you could look at him, look at who was inside you, the shitty smirk on his face as he looked down at him.

"Fuck me ? You already are, sweetheart." He chuckled, leaning down as he increased the pace, making you reach back to hold onto the car's door. 

The second your mouth opened to moan louder, he didn't hesitate to spit in it. And of course, you swallowed like a good girl, your free leg wrapping around his waist. 

"You might hate me but your little pussy fucking craves me." He moaned softly, thrusting harder to make the obscene squelching sounds of your wet cunt louder. "I dare you to say hate me now..." 

"I fucking hate you." You answered, looking into his eyes.

His eyes fluttered at your words, his hand folding your leg into your chest and getting louder moans out of you the deeper he got. 

His chain swung on your face, the tinted windows fogging up. 

He suddenly pulled out, flipping you around onto your hands and knees to hit it from the back instead, watching the way your ass jiggled in response to the backshots he gave you.

And you were fucking him back, one hand on the window as you psuhed back.

"Yeah fuck me like that baby, give me all that hatred..." He moaned out beautifully, smacking your ass for good measure as he thrusted back harder.

Your pussy pulsated around him, your moans getting louder with each knock of his tip on your spot, back arching to feel him deeper.

He reached forward to wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing the sides with his thumb, ring and pinky fingers while his index and middle fingers slid inside your mouth.

"Now tell me whose pussy is this ?" He groaned, pressing his free hand on your arch to make it dip more.

You felt him spit on your back before leaning back to lick it off, his tongue traveling up your spine until he reached your shoulder, teeth sinking into your skin then.

You tightened around his yet again, the hand that was on your back moving to your clit.

"You don't know him." You managed to breathe out between moans, whimpers and mewls.

At those words, his thrusted harder inside you, pressing the side of your face against the car's window while his other hand grabbed your hip as leverage.

"Fuck you said ?" He groaned into your ear, his face pressed against your face as he pressed kisses on it. "Speak up baby, use your words."

His tone was clearly mocking, because you most definitely could barely think straight, let alone, speak a full, clear sentence. 

You were getting closer by the second, your stomach tightening as your greedy cunt sucked him in deeper, dripping all over his cock and the car seat.

"I own this fucking pussy, say it." He whispered into your ear.

Lightheaded and quite literally barely there, you nodded. 

Anything to get him to keep giving it to you like this, your eyes rolling back, with a side of your face on the window and the other mushed against his face, you couldn't even articulate properly — without talking about about your disconnected brain that could barely form a thought of its own.

"You do ! You own this pussy !" You almost screamed out.

And just like that, finally, your orgasm washed over you, every each of your limbs trembling, white clouding your vision reminding you of just why you put up with him, why you still gave him pussy despite hating his guts. 

"Good girl..." He praised, licking the side of your neck. "I should put a fucking baby in you, you want that ?" 

You weakly nodded, barely hearing... anything, really.

And he knew you didn't, he knew you weren't all there, you always got like this when he made you cum.

"You love me ?" He asked, still pounding you throught your orgasm, his balls starting to twitch. You were so fucking tight and messy now, your slippery cunt making it hard to not slip out.

You hummed quietly at his words, your sensitive and overstimulated cunt, barely able to handle any more, but still doing so.

He was addictive, he had a big dick and knew how to use it too. 

"I only fuck girls that look like you, you know that ?" He admitted into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he got closer, moaning right into your ear. "Almost called one by your name one time, you make me all fucked up in the head..." 

Burying himself all the way inside you, he finally shoot his load right against your cervix, part of him hoping to get you pregnant just so you could be all his, never be able to forget him whether you kept the baby or not.

Either you'll remember him as the guy behind your first abortion, or see half of him in a kid for the rest of your life.

He didn't care, as long as he left as deep of a mark on you as you did on him.

He slowly slipped out, fucking the dripping cum back inside you with his fingers, keeping you nice and plugged up.

Your body finally relaxed, flopping back onto the backseat as your eyes fluttered shut.

He looked at you quietly, your head now resting on his thigh peacefully. The only moment of affection he got from you were these fleeting minutes post-coital, something he had to work for. 

His fingers threaded in your hair, gently stroking your scalp as he looked down at you quietly, the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and your playlist lulling you to sleep while it helped him calm down — that is if your relaxed face and your warm body that always welcomed him when your heart didn't wasn't enough.

He let out a sigh, his head rolling back onto the seat as he thought to himself, his eyes fluttering shit.

"You fucking bitch... I love you..." He spoke in a low, quiet voice, his fingers still gently soothing you.

Little did he know, you heard that.

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Gojo x hockey... hockeyjo? 🤔

Saw a hockey AU here & it was so good I had to bring hockey!gojo to life

[heartkaji]

nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.

I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”

11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)

you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.

satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?

and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.

toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.

toruu : Pay attention, okay?

his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.

but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?

so you open your notebook & close it right back.

you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt

toruu : Send me the question.

and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:

toruu : Gorgeous girl.

toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.

you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.

toruu : Good. Now distribute.

toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.

toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.

your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.

satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.

II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !

time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )

“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”

“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”

you ignore shoko & her bitter response. you’d rather die than argue with a bitch & her bad bob. you lean to rest your head on suguru’s shoulder, who’s much more empathetic & strokes your hair lovingly.

“isn’t he tutoring right now?”

and he is. somewhere across campus, in a cramped corner of the scott library, gojo satoru is bleary-eyed & suffering.

he’s supposed to be explaining calculus to confused first year yuuji itadori. but his phone, face-up & gleam-screened on the mahogany table, hums and vibrates with desperation.

1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗

satoru’s jaw is tight. there’s crescent shaped crevices in his palms & his knuckles rouse rash red. his focus flickers. he catches a glimpse of your latest message: the preview of a selfie, that low adorable angle where you’re peering at your phone from under your lashes & your lips jut out in a ‘where are youuu’ pout.

fuck.

“uhh, gojo?” yuuji’s biting his pencil again before he points it at the vibrating device. “aren’t you gonna answer that..? i dunno, it looks important.”

it is important. it’s you. but if satoru answers now, poor yuuji’s paid tutoring session would immediately be over.

“it’s fine, yuuji. let’s focus on finding the derivative.”

and it is fine. because gojo satoru is a man of logic. a man of discipline. a man of pa—

princess 🧸💗: i always knew you’d get tired of me one day

princess 🧸💗: it’s okay. thank you for everything toru 👍

gojo satoru grabs the phone faster than you can say go pandas! his thumbs fly over the screen, ever precise, ever trembling.

toruu: Baby, please don’t say that.

toruu: I’m almost done. I’ll be with you in ten minutes. I’ll buy you that Drake meal you wanted.

toruu: I love you. Please wait for me?

back at the mall you’re reading his text. and god, your heart bubbles up like soda pop. “he’s coming,” you murmur into suguru’s shoulder, scrolling past his text without a reply.

“great!” shoko cheers with fake enthusiasm, taking a puff of her vape (suguru’s complaining that the pineapple & kiwi she blows make his poutine taste sour-ish, & she shouldn’t be vaping anyway, but guess what? shoko doesn’t care!)

“now can we stop acting like it’s the summer hikaru died?”

“no.”

instagram’s algorithm is always on your side. you’ve opened the reels tab to find a video of a rainy window, a quote captioned over it: ‘if he wanted to, he would. silence is a choice.’ simple. short. effective.

you add it to your story. suguru catches a glimpse of your screen & chuckles.

“y/n,” he sings your name, tutting. “you’re gonna give the boy a heart attack before he even hits the common area.”

“he deserves it.”

satoru gojo has already viewed your story. he shows up within the next five minutes.

III. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #167: BABY, I’M BORED.

time : 3:58 pm. location: science & engineering building

there’s solution bubbling pink in a flask. in lab four, the air’s sticky with the sweat of too many boys with glasses & a half-drunk energy drink rotting in the corner.

gojo satoru is huddled over a circuit board with two other boys who look like they haven’t seen sunlight in days.

nerd #1 points at the monitor : “if we adjust the frequency here,” he’s muttering, “the entire wave function collapses. it’s an impossible solve, gojo.”

“it’s not impossible. you’re just missing the constant.”

gojo satoru is the god of lab four; formulas on his fingers & equations on his tongue. he’s leaning over now, fingers on the screen when the heavy steel door swings open,

“hi, toru!”

you’re all soft perfume & clicky heels & smile as sweet as sugar. satoru’s head snaps up instantly—his glasses slip down his nose, & he flicks them back upward, eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.

“hi sweetheart,” he breathes, “you’re here early.”

the other nerds are staring now, and for good reason. how did gojo satoru—who’s paperbacks & friday nights spent bent over research papers—pull a pretty thing like you ?

“are you doing science ?” you’re already across the room, arms around his neck as his palms press you flush against him from the side. your perfume’s sticky in his lungs. “why’s that line so squiggly? you guys should make it straight. it’d be much prettier.”

nerd #4 winces. “actually, that’s a representation of—“

“you’re right, baby. it would look prettier. have a seat, okay?”

you hum an okay! & plop yourself down on his lap. nerd number 3 & 2 exchange glances. nerd #1 asks, god, me when ?

the group discussion starts up again. satoru is half-science half-yours—his thumb traces circles on your thigh as your feet kick in his lap, & you’re asking one too many questions while satoru tries—tries to pay attention.

“toru, what does this button do?”

“that’s the power supply, baby. please don’t touch it.”

“but it’s glowing. can you make it glow pink ? i think it should glow pink.”

“noted. you’re squirming, princess.”

and you are. nerd #4 wonders how you’re still balanced. the discussion continues but you’re a constant background noise of ‘toru, look at this tiktok’, and ‘baby, i think the lighting’s washing me out.’ you try to touch a wire. gojo catches your hand mid-air & cups it with a kiss.

you flop against his chest. “satoru, i’m bored.”

& satoru is tired. exhausted, really. he’s fighting the rash creeping up his neck as nerds one to four watch you pout in his lap like a spoiled child. “i want matcha. can we go get some?”

you can’t. because this is a project due in twelve hours. because satoru has only so much time to lock in—

“alright, let’s go.”

nerd #3 is distraught: “huh—?! gojo, you can’t leave now, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough!”

satoru doesn’t even look around. he’s smoothing your skirt after you hop off his lap, your bag already slung over his shoulder. he’s leading you out by the hand; “sorry guys. i’ll send my solution to the group chat. brief me on the updates later?”

the door swings shut. nerds one to four are in awe.

“holy hades. what just happened?”

“may God protect them from my jealousy.”

“wallahi i need a bad bitch on my lap.”

“you can’t say that, man. it’s ramadan.”

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