[mieleism]

ᯓ ִֶ♱ ྀི MIELE (mii-lah) ⋆ 19 ⋆ entj ⋆ she/her 𓂃 ࣪˖

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[mieleism]

tw: yandere!nerdjo

“text me when you get home?”

you smiled at satoru, adjusting your bag on your shoulder, “sure!”

satoru awkwardly pushed his thick rimmed glasses up on his nose, pushing his other hand into the pocket of his khaki pants.

he swallowed, resisting the itching urge to reach out to your face and push the stray strand of hair behind your ear, to caress your cheek that he was sure would be soft.

after all, he knew your nightly skincare routine by heart.

“i’ll finish the rest of my slides before tomorrow morning,” you assured him, “and then you can combine them all together before we start practising presentation?”

he nodded, his movements jerky, “of course.”

“okay,” you pulled out your umbrella, pressing the button to open it, “bye!”

satoru waved, watching you step off of the university library’s foyer and walk away from him.

his heart thundered in his chest, drowning out the pitter-patter of the soft rain. his eyes stayed intently focused on your disappearing figure, tracing every movement as if he was desperate to commit it to memory.

he released a trembling sigh, before turning around and striding back to his desk after you had fully disappeared from his sight.

he knew better than to expect you to text him when you got home — even though he would love it if you did.

but not to worry.

satoru pulled open his laptop, opening up the app he designed for this sole purpose. he doesn’t have to wait long before the screen displays your beautiful face unlocking your door and stepping inside.

he smiled before returning back to his work.

so what if you didn’t see him as anything more than a classmate, just yet? he’s got his ways of knowing you’re safe and sound until he makes his way into your heart <3

wld we fw a yandere nerdjo series?

taglist: @cicadasandwitchmoths @silentfriday @meganthestallionswife @bxdbxbby @kuuchi-man @kldgo @aaphrodiitee

[kldgo]

SOFT ‘n SUPPLE

CONTENT WARNINGS, Mentions Of Genitals, Erectile Dysfunction, Rubbing, Uh, Lots Of Rubbing, I Think That’s A Kink In Itself. Older Man/Younger Woman, Insecurity, Body Worship.

a horny drabble for my goat @hanjifreaq

HIGURUMA was ensconced in the leather couch he purchased last year. He supposed a man like him with such ‘self proclaimed’ dignity (the “I shall not wade into the depths of degeneracy” sollioquoys), would not have allowed himself to be in this situation so. With his knees stretched wide apart like two erect towers plastered with Oxford shoes on its end, and the fabric of his trousers tautened over his thighs, denoting fully—and quite prominently—the thick bulous buldge of his erection.

Now, that is to say, quite the frightful exaggeration of his person. Reality is often disappointing. In place of an erection was a wrapped cushion of diminutive size.

Supple, and particularly soft.

His head laid on the backrest, eyes peeled to the ceiling. His chest rose and lowered tidally, and much like the sea, he tried to pacify those waves, pondering about nothing else but the sensation of your hand. Your fingers, precisely. Index and thumb molded over his clothed length, rubbing. Rubbing slowly. Kneading over the fabric.

Another wave of pleasure bristled from his belly, and upwards, blooming into pain. And even then, he was still supple. Softly formed to the touch.

“Ah, I see,” You hummed—your position was on the ground and between his knees.

“Do you?” He panted when the two fingers turned into three, gliding across his upper length and down, rounding the buldge towards his balls.

“Mhm,” You stretched out your fingers, placed your palm on his bulge, molding across the plump surface and squeezed, tight. He cried out, trembling in his seat as your fingers groped his floppy cock.

“Not hard, yet?” You asked airily, eyes twinkling with a certain mischief that poked his bristled nerves.

“If I were,” He gritted out, “I wouldn’t be tossing and turning like an invalid.”

“Ah, the invalid of what—not being able to get an erection?”You soothed him with gentle strokes of your palm, “Negative talk isn’t allowed. We don’t do that here.”

You squeezed him again as if he were mere cushion and he threw his head back.

“You’re quite wonderfully built, if you catch my meaning.”

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[mieleism]

tw: yandere!nerdjo

“text me when you get home?”

you smiled at satoru, adjusting your bag on your shoulder, “sure!”

satoru awkwardly pushed his thick rimmed glasses up on his nose, pushing his other hand into the pocket of his khaki pants.

he swallowed, resisting the itching urge to reach out to your face and push the stray strand of hair behind your ear, to caress your cheek that he was sure would be soft.

after all, he knew your nightly skincare routine by heart.

“i’ll finish the rest of my slides before tomorrow morning,” you assured him, “and then you can combine them all together before we start practising presentation?”

he nodded, his movements jerky, “of course.”

“okay,” you pulled out your umbrella, pressing the button to open it, “bye!”

satoru waved, watching you step off of the university library’s foyer and walk away from him.

his heart thundered in his chest, drowning out the pitter-patter of the soft rain. his eyes stayed intently focused on your disappearing figure, tracing every movement as if he was desperate to commit it to memory.

he released a trembling sigh, before turning around and striding back to his desk after you had fully disappeared from his sight.

he knew better than to expect you to text him when you got home — even though he would love it if you did.

but not to worry.

satoru pulled open his laptop, opening up the app he designed for this sole purpose. he doesn’t have to wait long before the screen displays your beautiful face unlocking your door and stepping inside.

he smiled before returning back to his work.

so what if you didn’t see him as anything more than a classmate, just yet? he’s got his ways of knowing you’re safe and sound until he makes his way into your heart <3

wld we fw a yandere nerdjo series?

taglist: @cicadasandwitchmoths @silentfriday @meganthestallionswife @bxdbxbby @kuuchi-man @kldgo @aaphrodiitee

[mieleism]

— behind closed doors

only you know what your husband is like when no one is watching . . . wc: 2.5k

it had been a long day.

satoru pressed the pads of his fingers to his eyelids, trying to alleviate the ache and dryness that was ever present.

he sighed, reclining back in his chair in his office as he gave the papers on his desk a fleeting glance.

“….gojo-sensei…marry…how?”

satoru perked up, nobara’s distant voice catching his attention as soon as he heard his name. he quieted down to listen — so he was nosy, sue him.

“i just don’t get it!” she exclaimed, “how did gojo sensei bag someone like her?!”

megumi tsked in response, “hate to say it but, it makes perfect sense.”

“literally how?” nobara continued, unconvinced, “gojo-sensei is the opposite of his wife, and she seems so sweet and frankly, too intelligent for him.”

megumi snorted at that and he could hear yuuji protesting at nobara, “gojo-sensei is also intelligent!”

satoru’s lip quirked up, a tiny breath of laughter escaping his lungs at what should’ve been at least a mildly offensive statement.

“they’re good together,” megumi replies after a beat, voice begrudging but satoru knew the boy enough to hear the fondness in his tone.

and now, satoru was back home.

“‘toru,” you stepped out of the shower just as your husband teleported inside your shared bedroom.

you toweled your hair as he strode towards you, his hands immediately finding purchase at your waist as he dipped down to press his lips to yours.

you paused rubbing your hair with the towel, letting your husband get his fill.

“you smell good,” satoru murmurs against your skin, his lips skirting over the wet flesh, “i could eat you up.”

“what happened to hello? good evening?” you teased, giggling as you looped an arm around his neck and while the other threw the wet towel on your vanity chair.

“hello,” he pecked your lips, “good evening,” peck “how are you, my sweet girl?” peck “i could just eat you up.”

you giggled breathlessly, staying still while your husband attacked you with affection, your hand slowly creeping up the nape of his neck.

satoru brought his hand up to your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as he took in your flushed face. your face was all scrunched up, eyes crinkling because of your smile as you gazed up at him with twinkling eyes.

satoru pulled his eye covers above his head, the fabric pushing the hair off of his forehead.

"do you think i'm unworthy of you?"

you stilled immediately, the smile falling off your face.

satoru's eyes held a vulnerability that he tried - and succeeded - to keep hidden always.

you exhaled, your hand coming up to rest on your husband’s face, “no.”

satoru’s breath caught in his throat. it was such a simple and predictable answer, but the quiet ferocity behind that word made him pause.

he had meant the question to be silly and lighthearted, wherein you would’ve played along with the joke and he would’ve laughed with you — because the conversation he had overheard earlier didn’t mean anything to him, of course.

of course.

“satoru,” your other hand also came up to rest on his cheek, cradling his face as you held his gaze, “you are so worthy of everything - of me, your life, the love you receive, the love you give.”

satoru stayed quiet. the lump in his throat that was rapidly growing in size preventing him from opening his mouth to say something witty and unserious - to diffuse the new tension that he created unwittingly.

“if anything,” you continued, your thumbs moving across his cheekbones, “if anything, i insist that you are worthy of so much more.”

that did it. satoru closed his eyes as he felt a lone tear slip down his cheek.

he was the strongest.

the strongest.

yet, standing here in front of you, with his face in your gentle hands, he was the weakest man on earth.

your love was so kind, so pure and just so unprotesting of his selfishness that wanted to hold onto you until all the doubts and fears in his head disappears.

you quieted down as you silently wiped away his tears, and then another, and another, letting your husband slowly strip away his defences and lay himself bare in front of you.

“really?” satoru whispered, hoping you didn’t hear the crack in his voice.

“cross my heart,” you replied back just as solemnly, your eyes soft as you watched your husband crumble in your safety.

“even when i annoy you?”

“even when you annoy me,” you agreed, cracking a small smile.

“so all i’m hearing is,” he sniffled, inching closer to you, “that i annoy you.”

you giggled before straightening up, “would you rather i lie?”

he laughed, the sound snotty and nasally, “you’re so mean to your husband!”

you pushed your face up to press a kiss on his chin, “my husband seems to be enjoying himself, though.”

“that,” he grins down at you, eyes a bit red from crying, “is something my wife is correct about.”

you exhaled a breath, smiling gently up at him as you stepped back, “what’d you want for dinner, ‘toru?”

you should’ve expected it when he pulled you closer to him to say — “you.”

you would’ve rolled your eyes and called him corny but he picked you up, throwing you onto the bed before following you himself.

“sato—”

his mouth was on yours, swallowing your protests before they could leave your mouth. the kiss was hurried, almost desperate as he pried your lips apart, pushing his tongue in.

“mmpf—” you clutched at your husband’s shoulders, trying to ground yourself as satoru kissed the breath out of you.

“missed you,” he breathed before reattaching himself to your lips, giving you a split second to take in air.

you closed your eyes, giving into your husband’s sudden desire and letting him kiss you thoroughly. one of your hands traveled up to the back of his head.

satoru moaned when you grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging at it. he pulled back to stare at you, chest heaving as took in the sight.

you were laid on your shared bed, hair willowing out on top of the pillow, staring at up with lidded eyes and dilated pupils.

satoru’s cock strained against his pants at the sight. he fought the urge to fold you in half and fuck you until morning came.

you watched your husband inhale deeply, pressing his nose into the side of your neck as he held his weight up on both his arms.

you ran your hands over his bulging forearms, straining under his weight. satoru’s chest rumbled in satisfaction at your touch, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe along your throat to your ear, tasting your skin.

he pressed a small kiss at the base of your throat, trailing his lips down your sternum as he unravelled your bathrobe, letting it fall open on your sides.

you gasped softly when he pressed a feather-light kiss just below your belly button. 

the heat at your core pulsating as your hand flew to the back of his head, gripping his hair as you held your breath waiting for him to descend down on you. 

satoru nosed along your slit, slick collecting at the lower half of his face. he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose against your skin. 

the obscenity of the situation made you tremble, the hand in his hair tightening as you bit your lip, “sa—”

“smell so good,” satoru murmured against your heat, placing kitten kisses upon it, “smells like home.” 

you cried out in surprise, throwing your head back as satoru slanted his face, connecting his lips to your vulva before suckling it harshly.  

satoru made out with your pussy, mumbling words of encouragement and praise as you writhed beneath him, tugging at his hair. 

your husband was still fully clothed but that didn’t stop him from grinding his painfully hard cock against the bedsheet, moaning into you as he ate you like a man starved. 

it wasn’t long before you were clamping your thighs down on your husband’s head, trapping it in between. satoru’s long and dexterous finger sliding in to make space for a second, then third as he lapped at your clit, teasing the nub until your belly started quivering. 

you came with a strangled moan, “s— toru— haah.. baby… wan you inside..” 

your husband rose up, hands pushing your legs back up. he licked his lips, the slick coating his chin. 

he had always been a messy eater. 

“what was that?” your husband murmured, his hands travelling up your sides, tracing your ribs before cupping your tits. 

your hands flew over his as he kneaded your breasts, eyes locking in with your husband’s teasing ones. 

“want you… inside…” you mumbled back, feeling inexplicably shy under satoru’s love filled gaze. 

“my beautiful wife,” satoru leaned down, closer to your chest. he pressed a kiss at the middle of your diaphragm, his eyes never leaving yours, “my beautiful, gorgeous wife.” 

“you’re mine,” he pressed a lasting kiss at the underside of your right breast, before moving onto the left, “you’re mine, forever.” 

you nodded, watching your husband kiss up your chest, “forever, baby.” 

“even if I don’t deserve you?” satoru asked, his tongue flattening on top of your nipple. 

you shook your head, “you’ll always deserve me.” 

satoru closed his eyes, a full body shudder passing through him. when he opened them back up, his eyes were lidded, dark and dilated. 

you only had a second for your breath to hitch before satoru rose up, pulling your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed. 

he unzipped his trousers, pulling out his heavy cock in record time. 

you could only lay there on your elbows and watch, mesmerised, as satoru lined up his cock with your core, the combined heat from both of your sexes making you clench around air. 

satoru’s eyes took in the erotic sight, his wife’s pussy calling out to him, reminding him that he was just as missed as much as he missed you. 

his fingers delicately pulled at your chin, holding your face still so he could connect your lips. 

you closed your eyes, revelling in the feel of satoru’s soft lips gently kissing yours. 

and then he pushed in. 

you jerked back — or tried to. satoru held your jaw in his hand, tighter, his eyes now opened as he swallowed your cries and moans. 

his fat tip bullied its way past the tight ring of muscle, pushing and pushing inside and stealing your breath. 

satoru’s gaze was intent on your face, his breathing getting heavier as he felt down your scalding hot walls clenching and tightening against his cock. 

your hands grabbed onto satoru’s arms, holding on for dear life as your husband sheathed inside of you, fully. 

you felt so full you could hardly breathe. satoru released your face, letting you fall back on the pillow as he rose up to look down at the glorious sight. 

his cock twitched inside of you, your tummy bulging ever so slightly to display the shape of his cock. you fisted the sheets, trying to regulate your breathing as your husband blatantly stared down at your flushed form struggling to take all of him. 

satoru could cum just from looking at you like this. 

satoru’s hands gripped at your hips, swiftly pulling a pillow to place it beneath you. 

“wanted me– hngh.. inside… right, baby?” satoru mock pouted down at you, his finger wiping away at the moisture on your cheek. 

“‘s t’full…” you whimpered, thighs trembling slightly as you got better used to the fullness. 

s’okay baby,” satoru pulled his hips back, tantalisingly slowly. you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock, pulsating with need.

you whined, eyebrows furrowing as your husband withdrew his cock so that just his tip was barely inside of you. it felt insanely more lewd than anything you both had done upto now, and it was driving you crazy, being stretched out like so, yet so empty.

“stop teasing toru,” you tried to snap at him but it came out as a whine.

“yeah?” he breathed, gaze snapping up from where he was inside you to your face. his eyes glinted mischievously as his hands settled on your waist.

satoru tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, lulling you into relaxing before abruptly shoving the rest of his cock in.

the suddenness, taking you by surprise, lead you to squeak. satoru chuckled, before all semblances of your soft, delicate husband disappeared for the night.

he had your hips pinned down on the bed, his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy, making loud and embarrassing plap! plap! plap! noises as you held onto your husband’s shoulders for dear life.

“my sweet girl wans my cock..” he cooes, mockingly, bringing his hand down on your clit to tease it.

your toes curled from the burst of warmth you could feel in your veins from your husband’s actions. you bit your lip, trying to hold onto the barrage of moans trying to escape as satoru fucked you into the mattress.

satoru pressed his finger down on your nub, making you writhe and cry out, “don’t bite your lips, baby.”

“toru… slow– hngh… hah! plea–” you babbled, head thrashing side to side as satoru’s thrusts made the bed move with him, creaking and mixing with your moans.

“n- nuh-uh…” he tutted, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. he loved teasing you, but his balls were getting heavier by the second and there was only so long he could hold out for when you were under him, pliant, sexy and so full of his cock.

he just needed to put a baby in there soon.

his balls hit the junction below your pussy at each thrust, intensifying your reaction. yoy curled your fingers, nails digging into your husband’s shoulders as you neared your peak.

satoru felt your walls tightening on him. he ground his jaw, trying his best to keep himself leashed ecen though he wanted to paint your walls red and fuck his cum back into you again and again until it takes.

“satoru… m’close,” you warned him, still holding onto him in order to not slide up the bed from the intensity of his thrusts. your orgasm was building and fast. you could almost taste your release.

satoru grabbed your jaw, bringing your face to his before mashing your lips together. you looped your arms around his neck as you cried out into his mouth, constricting around your husband’s cock, riding out your orgasm.

satoru snapped his eye shut, a vein in his jaw ticking as he exhaled harshly, holding your hips as close to his as he finally spilled inside of you, a full body shudder passing through him.

the sight made you clench around him, milking him as he came.

panting, he fell on top of you, adjusting so majority of his weight was on the bed instead.

“i love you, baby.”

“me too but.. you’re still inside me.”

he nuzzled your neck, feeling his soft cock hardening again, “isn’t that funny?”

all that after you just showered.

— — —

nerdjo (nsfw) | satoru caring for you while you’re on your period (sfw/fluff)

[mieleism]

In my defense, I have bad memory with names, I did however recognize your color scheme and style

this means so much to me, like ACTUALLY. as long as im known for my writing ill never complain

[mieleism]

https://www.tumblr.com/mieleism/813709287202455552/pop-a-tit-sugar

this post of yours is so good and yummy, i just wanted to lyk in japanese culture it’s seen as disrespectful to share food from chopsticks bc when someone dies that’s how they separate the bones from ash, using chopsticks. the only time they pass anything using chopsticks is in this case. you’re story was truly so good, i just wanted to give u an fyi in case it comes up in another story

Thank you for letting me know!! Cant believe i missed my research before writing something i was unfamiliar with :( but ill make sure to avoid it from now on!!

And im so glad you enjoyed the story, hope you stay for more <3

[mieleism]

☆ put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity ! :3

KDKSKKSKS THANK YOUU BABY I LOVE YOU

[mieleism]

Honk shooooooo mimimimi I love you

i should start charging you rent the way you stay in my mind

[mieleism]

does anyone even remember me anymore 😞 i found an internship n have been employed for about 5 days now being worked to the bone. Ill be back soon i think

[frieto]

🪽: i’ve been holding onto this for far too long so i’m just going to say it. and i know everyone’s sick of hearing the same tangent as to how these accounts are doing more harm than good.

the only arguments in favour being “oh it gives anons a place to critique writers” or “oh there’s always drama in the writing community and it’s being outed now”. like why do we fucking care. obviously, the horrible things people have done before are coming to light, but it’s absolutely unnecessary to be attacking blogs out of nowhere for seemingly no reason, which is what’s happening in most of the cases here.

and i’ll go out on the record to state that every single one of my friends who’ve been accused of using ai, it’s a load of bs. because i’ve seen these people type in real time, and some people just type fast?? it’s seems unreasonable to be sending so much hate towards someone solely because they can pump out fics quickly.

i say this all in reference to @yoonsucks. and i’m saying this because i’m genuinely friends with her and i have been for months. i’ve seen her work through all of her work, and ive seen her progress for my own event fic, so i can confidently vouch for the fact that she writes everything herself. and going this far just to start this shit again is such a low blow.

and after its one account that’s done being dragged, it’s moved to the next target, it’s doing no one any favours to the community and unfortunately i’ve come to think that most anons sending stuff about these writers explicitly are the very same people who are friends/mutuals with them or keep up with their work. just block shit instead of directing your hate toward an account you can very well choose not to interact with it’s fucking lame. and i’m also going to say that i just got out of high school too and i know most of you guys are too grown to be endorsing this behaviour.

i don’t care what you have to say about me, but i’m just so tired of this.

and these accusations aren’t getting writers to confront shit, it’s just giving anons the green light to direct hate towards people by sending them irrelevant shit trying to get them to explicitly quit the writing community.

and i’ll also state that a lot of people write snippets of their work on other apps and copy paste them into ellipsus, it isn’t proof that they use ai if they do in fact do this, and i, myself write most of my drabbles onto tumblr directly, and this whole witch-hunt is just fucking unfair to everyone. and my inbox the past few days has also been hell, because all this is doing is giving people guts to start sending nasty shit to writers all over again and it fucking sucks.

[https-iso]

your needoh pops ─ so you use gojo's balls as your new fidget

one hand was fisted in your hair as the other was aggressively squeezing at the toy. your professor had the nerve to mark points off because of single mistake. “this is such bullshit.” you hissed to yourself, staring at the screen. there in bold black letters read ‘unclear understanding of light years. please revise before 06/02.’

your boyfriend walked into the kitchen where you were, hunched over on the island. he sucked in his cheeks as he opened the fridge, looking over at a very distressed you.

“everything alright, sweet cheeks?” his eyes fell down to your needoh, the thing that has been enduring your stress for the past semester. he wasn’t complaining. it’s better for in an inmate object to take all your anger instead of him. right?

“no!” you groaned, dragging your free hand down your face. “my professor is being a total dick! i accidentally wrote down that light years are the unit of time instead of distance and he took off twenty fricking points!”

your freshly manicured nails dug into the dough, poking at it. “i hate him, babe!”

“i can imagine.” satoru grabbed a soda can from the fridge before closing it with a swing of his hip. “you’re gonna pop that shit.” he pointed over to your abused stress toy.

just as you were about to snap at him, the unthinkable happened.

the needoh popped.

you watched in horror as the gel oozed out from several areas where your nails previously were. satoru’s cheeks puffed up in order to prevent himself from laughing at your reaction.

you shot a glare at him.

“what did you expect? your nails were stabbing it!” he cackled, setting down the drink. “dont tell me you’re actually upset.”

“i am!” you shout. “that thing was what was keeping me together!”

satoru placed his hand on his chest in offense. “what about me?” his pretty pink lips formed into a frown. “what about you?” you mumbled, carefully touching the sticky substance of what used to be your needoh in utter sadness.

“i’m keeping you together, aren’t i?”

“yeah, but you’re no-“ you paused. what else was smoothly textured and could be squeezed? your boyfriends balls.

“oh my fuck- be gentle!” satoru’s hands gripped onto the bedsheets next to him as yours squeezed each ball. “you offered to be my new stress reliever.”

“i meant like regular sex! not whatever this is!” his hips gave involuntary thrusts, cock twitching in hopes of getting the same attention his testis were. “i said be gentle..!” he yelps.

your computer was on your lap, typing the rephrased sentence that was incorrect. your hand never slowed that the ‘massage’, taking notice of how overstimulated your boyfriend looked next to you.

his face was red, sweat forming at his forehead. his neglected cock got wrapped around his hand. “shit.” a string of curses spilled from his lips, jerking himself off at the same pace your hand was going.

eventually, the pressure was too much for him to handle. his body jerks in desperation. he never would’ve thought he’d have an orgasm over getting his balls fondled with but hey, there’s a first time for everything.

ropes of cum land on his stomach, dick still not softening. he threw his head back, gasping when you didn’t stop. “babyyyy.”

you had finished your revision a few minutes ago, actually. but you took pleasure in watching him act this way. your fingers gathered up some of the liquid on his stomach, spreading it down onto his balls like lotion. “i’m almost done toru, just keep being a good toy for me.”

I JUST MADE SOME BS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ can y'all tell I heart gojo's balls.

ok bai.

[mieleism]

HEKOSOSF

[frieto]

REINCARNATED AS A VILLAINESS.

synopsis: ever the fan of reincarnation stories, you spend your time outside of your miserable corporate job binge reading the jjk-verse—a novel filled to the brim with gorgeous men, until your head decides to implode and your brain turns to rot. so, what do you do when you wake up on silk sheets that aren’t yours, with the face that’s familiar, but doesn’t belong to you? you’ve woken up in the exact place that’s been starring your every fantasy, the universe full of drool worthy men, and a life full of luxury. only, you aren’t the mc that they’re meant to fawn over, you’re the worst nightmare clad in rubies and lace, the very woman who’s supposed to bring them to their knees. now, my sweet, will you have a change of heart, or will you torment these men until they’re nothing but a devotee at your altar?

sooo…welcome to my 3k event cuties!! i cannt express in words how eternally grateful i am for every single one of you guys. and im so excited for this. mwah.

rules:

⋮ ⌗ 1. no piss, scat, incest or stepcest: smut and suggestive works are okay tho! ┆

⋮ ⌗ 2. no characters that are minors with no canon timeskip are allowed (i.e, megumi). ┆

⋮ ⌗ 3. tag me in your fics and tag them under “#🖇️: lilith’s 3k event !” ┆

⋮ ⌗ 4. dm me about any questions you have about the details, but most importantly have fun with it! there’s no set deadline for this event <3┆

⋮ ⌗ 5. u dont have to be moots with me to join in!! ┆

⋮ ⌗ 6. you can use any generic reincarnation troupe in order to do this: i.e, cold duke of the north nanami, crown prince gojo, knight suguru, butler toji, the floor is yours!┆

⋮ ⌗ 7. as for the details, you can dm me here or on discord (moonlit.lilith) about what you’re gonna do for this event!!┆

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psst. im eternally grateful to every single one of u cuties. u mean the world to me. and to get this far all over again is everything to me. ily ily ily.

dividers: @/pixopix .

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grand duke!sukuna and his nephew slash adopted son yuuji x reincarnated villainess!reader im about to lay down my favourite genre of reincarnation childcare manhwas

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having choice paralysis, help me decide

what would you like to read first

Supernova (s. gojo x childhood!bsf!reader) angst

Behind closed doors (s. gojo x wife!reader) freaky deaky sex

A besetting misconduct (ceo!reader x k. nanami)

It’s just practise (best friend!nerdjo x reader)

timeskip!Iwaizumi haijme x reader one night stand (smut)

sukuna and his nonchalant crush who cba about him (crack-y, yearner sukuna)

Voting ended onMay 5

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it’s out now you freaks

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— behind closed doors

only you know what your husband is like when no one is watching . . . wc: 2.5k

it had been a long day.

satoru pressed the pads of his fingers to his eyelids, trying to alleviate the ache and dryness that was ever present.

he sighed, reclining back in his chair in his office as he gave the papers on his desk a fleeting glance.

“….gojo-sensei…marry…how?”

satoru perked up, nobara’s distant voice catching his attention as soon as he heard his name. he quieted down to listen — so he was nosy, sue him.

“i just don’t get it!” she exclaimed, “how did gojo sensei bag someone like her?!”

megumi tsked in response, “hate to say it but, it makes perfect sense.”

“literally how?” nobara continued, unconvinced, “gojo-sensei is the opposite of his wife, and she seems so sweet and frankly, too intelligent for him.”

megumi snorted at that and he could hear yuuji protesting at nobara, “gojo-sensei is also intelligent!”

satoru’s lip quirked up, a tiny breath of laughter escaping his lungs at what should’ve been at least a mildly offensive statement.

“they’re good together,” megumi replies after a beat, voice begrudging but satoru knew the boy enough to hear the fondness in his tone.

and now, satoru was back home.

“‘toru,” you stepped out of the shower just as your husband teleported inside your shared bedroom.

you toweled your hair as he strode towards you, his hands immediately finding purchase at your waist as he dipped down to press his lips to yours.

you paused rubbing your hair with the towel, letting your husband get his fill.

“you smell good,” satoru murmurs against your skin, his lips skirting over the wet flesh, “i could eat you up.”

“what happened to hello? good evening?” you teased, giggling as you looped an arm around his neck and while the other threw the wet towel on your vanity chair.

“hello,” he pecked your lips, “good evening,” peck “how are you, my sweet girl?” peck “i could just eat you up.”

you giggled breathlessly, staying still while your husband attacked you with affection, your hand slowly creeping up the nape of his neck.

satoru brought his hand up to your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as he took in your flushed face. your face was all scrunched up, eyes crinkling because of your smile as you gazed up at him with twinkling eyes.

satoru pulled his eye covers above his head, the fabric pushing the hair off of his forehead.

"do you think i'm unworthy of you?"

you stilled immediately, the smile falling off your face.

satoru's eyes held a vulnerability that he tried - and succeeded - to keep hidden always.

you exhaled, your hand coming up to rest on your husband’s face, “no.”

satoru’s breath caught in his throat. it was such a simple and predictable answer, but the quiet ferocity behind that word made him pause.

he had meant the question to be silly and lighthearted, wherein you would’ve played along with the joke and he would’ve laughed with you — because the conversation he had overheard earlier didn’t mean anything to him, of course.

of course.

“satoru,” your other hand also came up to rest on his cheek, cradling his face as you held his gaze, “you are so worthy of everything - of me, your life, the love you receive, the love you give.”

satoru stayed quiet. the lump in his throat that was rapidly growing in size preventing him from opening his mouth to say something witty and unserious - to diffuse the new tension that he created unwittingly.

“if anything,” you continued, your thumbs moving across his cheekbones, “if anything, i insist that you are worthy of so much more.”

that did it. satoru closed his eyes as he felt a lone tear slip down his cheek.

he was the strongest.

the strongest.

yet, standing here in front of you, with his face in your gentle hands, he was the weakest man on earth.

your love was so kind, so pure and just so unprotesting of his selfishness that wanted to hold onto you until all the doubts and fears in his head disappears.

you quieted down as you silently wiped away his tears, and then another, and another, letting your husband slowly strip away his defences and lay himself bare in front of you.

“really?” satoru whispered, hoping you didn’t hear the crack in his voice.

“cross my heart,” you replied back just as solemnly, your eyes soft as you watched your husband crumble in your safety.

“even when i annoy you?”

“even when you annoy me,” you agreed, cracking a small smile.

“so all i’m hearing is,” he sniffled, inching closer to you, “that i annoy you.”

you giggled before straightening up, “would you rather i lie?”

he laughed, the sound snotty and nasally, “you’re so mean to your husband!”

you pushed your face up to press a kiss on his chin, “my husband seems to be enjoying himself, though.”

“that,” he grins down at you, eyes a bit red from crying, “is something my wife is correct about.”

you exhaled a breath, smiling gently up at him as you stepped back, “what’d you want for dinner, ‘toru?”

you should’ve expected it when he pulled you closer to him to say — “you.”

you would’ve rolled your eyes and called him corny but he picked you up, throwing you onto the bed before following you himself.

“sato—”

his mouth was on yours, swallowing your protests before they could leave your mouth. the kiss was hurried, almost desperate as he pried your lips apart, pushing his tongue in.

“mmpf—” you clutched at your husband’s shoulders, trying to ground yourself as satoru kissed the breath out of you.

“missed you,” he breathed before reattaching himself to your lips, giving you a split second to take in air.

you closed your eyes, giving into your husband’s sudden desire and letting him kiss you thoroughly. one of your hands traveled up to the back of his head.

satoru moaned when you grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging at it. he pulled back to stare at you, chest heaving as took in the sight.

you were laid on your shared bed, hair willowing out on top of the pillow, staring at up with lidded eyes and dilated pupils.

satoru’s cock strained against his pants at the sight. he fought the urge to fold you in half and fuck you until morning came.

you watched your husband inhale deeply, pressing his nose into the side of your neck as he held his weight up on both his arms.

you ran your hands over his bulging forearms, straining under his weight. satoru’s chest rumbled in satisfaction at your touch, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe along your throat to your ear, tasting your skin.

he pressed a small kiss at the base of your throat, trailing his lips down your sternum as he unravelled your bathrobe, letting it fall open on your sides.

you gasped softly when he pressed a feather-light kiss just below your belly button. 

the heat at your core pulsating as your hand flew to the back of his head, gripping his hair as you held your breath waiting for him to descend down on you. 

satoru nosed along your slit, slick collecting at the lower half of his face. he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose against your skin. 

the obscenity of the situation made you tremble, the hand in his hair tightening as you bit your lip, “sa—”

“smell so good,” satoru murmured against your heat, placing kitten kisses upon it, “smells like home.” 

you cried out in surprise, throwing your head back as satoru slanted his face, connecting his lips to your vulva before suckling it harshly.  

satoru made out with your pussy, mumbling words of encouragement and praise as you writhed beneath him, tugging at his hair. 

your husband was still fully clothed but that didn’t stop him from grinding his painfully hard cock against the bedsheet, moaning into you as he ate you like a man starved. 

it wasn’t long before you were clamping your thighs down on your husband’s head, trapping it in between. satoru’s long and dexterous finger sliding in to make space for a second, then third as he lapped at your clit, teasing the nub until your belly started quivering. 

you came with a strangled moan, “s— toru— haah.. baby… wan you inside..” 

your husband rose up, hands pushing your legs back up. he licked his lips, the slick coating his chin. 

he had always been a messy eater. 

“what was that?” your husband murmured, his hands travelling up your sides, tracing your ribs before cupping your tits. 

your hands flew over his as he kneaded your breasts, eyes locking in with your husband’s teasing ones. 

“want you… inside…” you mumbled back, feeling inexplicably shy under satoru’s love filled gaze. 

“my beautiful wife,” satoru leaned down, closer to your chest. he pressed a kiss at the middle of your diaphragm, his eyes never leaving yours, “my beautiful, gorgeous wife.” 

“you’re mine,” he pressed a lasting kiss at the underside of your right breast, before moving onto the left, “you’re mine, forever.” 

you nodded, watching your husband kiss up your chest, “forever, baby.” 

“even if I don’t deserve you?” satoru asked, his tongue flattening on top of your nipple. 

you shook your head, “you’ll always deserve me.” 

satoru closed his eyes, a full body shudder passing through him. when he opened them back up, his eyes were lidded, dark and dilated. 

you only had a second for your breath to hitch before satoru rose up, pulling your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed. 

he unzipped his trousers, pulling out his heavy cock in record time. 

you could only lay there on your elbows and watch, mesmerised, as satoru lined up his cock with your core, the combined heat from both of your sexes making you clench around air. 

satoru’s eyes took in the erotic sight, his wife’s pussy calling out to him, reminding him that he was just as missed as much as he missed you. 

his fingers delicately pulled at your chin, holding your face still so he could connect your lips. 

you closed your eyes, revelling in the feel of satoru’s soft lips gently kissing yours. 

and then he pushed in. 

you jerked back — or tried to. satoru held your jaw in his hand, tighter, his eyes now opened as he swallowed your cries and moans. 

his fat tip bullied its way past the tight ring of muscle, pushing and pushing inside and stealing your breath. 

satoru’s gaze was intent on your face, his breathing getting heavier as he felt down your scalding hot walls clenching and tightening against his cock. 

your hands grabbed onto satoru’s arms, holding on for dear life as your husband sheathed inside of you, fully. 

you felt so full you could hardly breathe. satoru released your face, letting you fall back on the pillow as he rose up to look down at the glorious sight. 

his cock twitched inside of you, your tummy bulging ever so slightly to display the shape of his cock. you fisted the sheets, trying to regulate your breathing as your husband blatantly stared down at your flushed form struggling to take all of him. 

satoru could cum just from looking at you like this. 

satoru’s hands gripped at your hips, swiftly pulling a pillow to place it beneath you. 

“wanted me– hngh.. inside… right, baby?” satoru mock pouted down at you, his finger wiping away at the moisture on your cheek. 

“‘s t’full…” you whimpered, thighs trembling slightly as you got better used to the fullness. 

s’okay baby,” satoru pulled his hips back, tantalisingly slowly. you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock, pulsating with need.

you whined, eyebrows furrowing as your husband withdrew his cock so that just his tip was barely inside of you. it felt insanely more lewd than anything you both had done upto now, and it was driving you crazy, being stretched out like so, yet so empty.

“stop teasing toru,” you tried to snap at him but it came out as a whine.

“yeah?” he breathed, gaze snapping up from where he was inside you to your face. his eyes glinted mischievously as his hands settled on your waist.

satoru tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, lulling you into relaxing before abruptly shoving the rest of his cock in.

the suddenness, taking you by surprise, lead you to squeak. satoru chuckled, before all semblances of your soft, delicate husband disappeared for the night.

he had your hips pinned down on the bed, his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy, making loud and embarrassing plap! plap! plap! noises as you held onto your husband’s shoulders for dear life.

“my sweet girl wans my cock..” he cooes, mockingly, bringing his hand down on your clit to tease it.

your toes curled from the burst of warmth you could feel in your veins from your husband’s actions. you bit your lip, trying to hold onto the barrage of moans trying to escape as satoru fucked you into the mattress.

satoru pressed his finger down on your nub, making you writhe and cry out, “don’t bite your lips, baby.”

“toru… slow– hngh… hah! plea–” you babbled, head thrashing side to side as satoru’s thrusts made the bed move with him, creaking and mixing with your moans.

“n- nuh-uh…” he tutted, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. he loved teasing you, but his balls were getting heavier by the second and there was only so long he could hold out for when you were under him, pliant, sexy and so full of his cock.

he just needed to put a baby in there soon.

his balls hit the junction below your pussy at each thrust, intensifying your reaction. yoy curled your fingers, nails digging into your husband’s shoulders as you neared your peak.

satoru felt your walls tightening on him. he ground his jaw, trying his best to keep himself leashed ecen though he wanted to paint your walls red and fuck his cum back into you again and again until it takes.

“satoru… m’close,” you warned him, still holding onto him in order to not slide up the bed from the intensity of his thrusts. your orgasm was building and fast. you could almost taste your release.

satoru grabbed your jaw, bringing your face to his before mashing your lips together. you looped your arms around his neck as you cried out into his mouth, constricting around your husband’s cock, riding out your orgasm.

satoru snapped his eye shut, a vein in his jaw ticking as he exhaled harshly, holding your hips as close to his as he finally spilled inside of you, a full body shudder passing through him.

the sight made you clench around him, milking him as he came.

panting, he fell on top of you, adjusting so majority of his weight was on the bed instead.

“i love you, baby.”

“me too but.. you’re still inside me.”

he nuzzled your neck, feeling his soft cock hardening again, “isn’t that funny?”

all that after you just showered.

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nerdjo (nsfw) | satoru caring for you while you’re on your period (sfw/fluff)

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this is so stinking CUTEEEE

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Work In Progress 𓂃.

♡ Nanami Kento x Fem! Reader x Gojo Satoru ⋆˚୨୧｡⋆

TW for implied infidelity and cheating. None of them have moved on from their exes, this is messy as fuck. I want none of you in my inbox being, “b-b-but cheating.” Yes I know that. I wrote it. I wrote it the way I intended to bring this WIP along. Suggestive towards the end.

Beyond the cameras at the gate, the exhibition was small, and sublime, serene even. The pieces were wonderful, and besides taking a few pictures or looking at the details of the auction, Satoru didn’t have much to say about the art pieces. Rather, his eyes were affixed on you. Baby blues taking in every detail of you, from your shoulders to your waist, head to toe, he was steadfast in his gaze and touch. Satoru’s arm was firm, pulling you close by his side, as if you were the main attraction of the event, and the people should have been looking at you rather than the work that the wall showcased. 

The attention almost made you feel guilty, affronted at your own disregard and distraction. Admittedly, you were not staring at the paintings either. Not after your senses had been crowded by the scent of cologne you were sure you had thrown out rather angrily from your penthouse that you now shared with Satoru. Your distraction led you to agitatedly whirl your head in the direction of the intoxicating scent, your senses enthralled — sight and smell, both — because you caught just a sliver of blonde hair in the crowd, before you lost the person.

“Something wrong, sweets?” Satoru asked, tucking your bangs behind your ear from the confines they had escaped.  You fought the urge to bat his hands away, the smooth skin of his palm still a surprise to you whenever they caressed your skin for you were ever so familiar with rough callouses, and you exhaled, giving an unsteady smile, “No, I just…” He didn’t notice the cracks in your facade, “I thought I knew the person.”

“Did you?”  Depends, was it who you thought it was? You traced a path up to the place the man had gone to, and then to the mezzanine of the establishment… just a sign, that’s all you needed. A sign that it was the lost complementary pattern of the tapestry of your desires. But…

“No.” Your voice was brittle, “I didn’t.”

Satoru paid no mind to that, or well, he just wasn’t that attuned to you to notice. Instead, he asked, “Drinks?” he kissed your cheeks, a smattering of highlighter glittering on his lips when he broke apart, “There is a champagne fountain, and some really excellent sets. Vintage, from what I caught.”

“I thought you didn’t drink.”  “I’ll get a Coke Zero or something, in a flute to fit with the aesthetic.” He winked, and you laughed softly, “Sure.” You required a little getaway from the overwhelming sensation of his proximity anyway. After all, these were the small mercies you wanted to earn for yourself, considering the numerous times you had begged Satoru for a split would never come.

You saw Satoru get lost in the crowd, and somewhere you knew that was the fate of your relationship, too. It was sweet — and maybe if you deluded yourself into the touch of his eager fingers and gushing voice, you could lull yourself in the gilded cage of a love you never wanted from the very start. You felt bad for him and rage at yourself. You were miserable, and you were dooming a charming bachelor to your blight, too. Satoru didn’t deserve this unreciprocated attachment, but neither did you. What you needed was—

There was that whiff again. Ambergris and Saffron. 

You knew that. 

You knew it was him, you knew because you had spent evenings with him while he perfected desserts in the kitchen, adding little flecks of saffron that you said suited him so well—

You whipped your head in the direction of the scent at a speed that nearly undid your hair updo. And—

There he was.

Knowing, silent, and oh, so stunning. 

You used to joke that in the right lighting, his hazel eyes could easily be mistaken for honey, a hyperbole that was meant to symbolise why you loved calling him honey.

But today? Today, it felt anything but a joke, because Nanami Kento’s honeyed gaze was on you and you alone. Wide, apologetic and longing so deeply rooted you felt the weight from across the hall, him on the first floor, and you on the ground, separated by glittering chandeliers and the huge chasm of people in love around you. The distance amplified what you didn’t have.

It was a surprise to no one that Kento had been at the event too. He could never pull his orbit away from the gravity of your force, just like you could not either. And Satoru had accompanied you, practically depositing you at the altar of Kento's shrine of longing and wanting his hazel eyes kept hidden — but how could they hide it from you?

Before you could say anything, not that he would hear you from such a distance, he turned and stepped towards a darkened corridor beside the mezzanine’s balcony. Naturally, your instinct told you to follow him, and you took a step, steeling yourself to move and pursue him, but an arm around your waist stopped you. Right. Satoru.

“Your wine, M’Lady.” 

At this moment, you could not care less about the goddamn wine. 

“Right, yeah, can you keep this with you? I need a little breather,” you pointed at the corridor, “I’m… stepping away for a bit.” 

The smallest of frowns graced Satoru’s pink lips, “You okay, sweetheart?” 

Many responses were running in your head with the way he kept pausing you, ranging from negatives to straight up expletives, but you reigned all of them in to answer with a soft, “Yeah. I just need to be away from the crowd for a little, Toru.” 

He softened at the nickname, cupping your cheeks with his free hand to pull you into a kiss, but you stopped him once again, just in time for the announcement to come over about the auction being started.

“Why don’t you go sit and join the auction? I’ll be there in a bit.”

“You sure, sweets?”

Of course not.

“Yes,” you kissed his lips — too soft, too plump, too much, too wrong, all made for a face similar to yours but miles away, gone too far to ever come back in his reach — “I promise.”

That seemed to satisfy him, for he let go off you to join the masses towards the different auction hall, leaving you with the gate open to rush to someone you hoped hadn’t left, you hoped it wasn’t too late.

Your heels clicked obnoxiously on the marble floor, and you didn’t even pause to fix your dress as it caught on the sharp corners of your heels. Up, you went on the winding staircase, hair falling loose, messy and falling apart like your composure. Oh god, you hoped he was there. You hoped he hadn’t left—

“My darling.”

At once, every breath you had swallowed in hopes of using it to convey your emotions to the man you had left some minutes ago, left you in a gush. In the silence of the empty dark gallery, loud were your heartbeat — so traitorously loud, you almost believed that Kento was hearing it anyway.

A bare few footsteps away stood the man who had already once left you, speaking to you in dulcet tones and caramelled syllables like you would fall prey to the sweetness you had never stopped missing since he left.

Kento inched closer, just within your grasp and the reflex surprised you as much as it did him, for your hand shot out, striking him on his cheeks so sharply that he flinched, holding the side of his face. Despite the sting, no words were on his tongue, only silence, a grim acceptance, a belief that was only finally sliding off of you and onto him that you hadn’t been the only one to make mistakes.

Gently, he stepped closer, and you let him, your chest heaving as you struggled to focus on the dichotomy of the moment, to choose whether to voice your turmoil or the relief of his presence. To chastise him, to rage at him, to be mad at this game he had made of you — or to inch closer yourself, to pull him in your arms, to curl up in his and hold the living breathing example of just what was missing from your life, an emptiness that no amount of charisma and a facade of sweetness from Satoru could fill. Especially not when it was tailored for the wrong body type.

“You came—”

“Is this a joke to you?” You hissed, “Do you think this is something that fulfils either of us? Sneaking around like this? What do you think of me, Nanami—”

“Darling, please, I — that’s not what you call me—”

“Do you think you can throw a bone and I’ll come running to fetch that on your command, is that what you think?”

These words were but a useless placation to nothing else but your heart. Because in this moment, you felt exactly like the grime you were spewing. 

How dare he leave and come back with that pathetic look on his face like he had missed you? How dare he come back now with a lure so strong you could not resist it? How dare he come back with a tender embrace and the strength to home all your fights and weapons, how dare he come back with such acceptance when he couldn’t fathom the idea of compromise some months ago?

How dare he be so human in front of you?

“No! No— my love, no—” Kento’s voice was a mirror of his heart, you thought of that for ages, and now you were witnessing it once again, watching and feel it splinter in front of you, just like his eyes beading with tears at your vicious words. Did he know of the pain he had left you in? Did he know of the repercussions of his departure? Did he know that as easily he had walked away, Satoru had picked you up just as easily and refused to let go of you to the point you were suffocating in the cloying embrace of his hands?

“Seven months.” You grit out, but you felt the words dissolving on your tongue, replaced with emotions you were sure you had buried, “Seven fucking months, Nanam—”

“Please.” Kento rushed to speak over the syllables of his surname, as if the mere consonants of it was a worse wound than the slap of your hand. 

“Darling, please.” He was begging now, and you just looked at him, it was all over wasn’t it? Tears burned in the back of your eyes, mirroring how Kento’s were ready to spill over, but you pushed them back. Not now, not here.

Exhaling, he lowered his head, and then — and then Kento was on the floor in front of you, on his knees, his hands braced on your waist, bunching the baby blues of your gown.

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