Welcome to my first official Kinktober post! I figured this would be the best way to come back to my page after such a long hiatus. I posted a poll and since the majority of you voted for JJK, I decided to center my Kinktober posts around the JJK characters. The theme is supernatural / supernatural creatures.
Each week, I will be posting two fics (Wednesdays and Fridays). The final fic will be posted on Halloween!
Any support for this series is always greatly appreciated!
🚨 Warning: Of course, beware of NSFW content and possible spoilers for the anime / manga, although the majority of the fics will be AU! 🚨
:: WEEK ONE ::
⋆ October 2nd - Ghost!Gojo x Reader (Posted!)
After the death of your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, you can still feel his lingering touch.
⋆ October 4th - Werewolf!Choso x Reader (Posted!)
Choso had always been possessive of you, but the full moon brings out a different side of him.
:: WEEK TWO ::
⋆ October 9th - Grim Reaper!Higuruma x Reader (Posted!)
After a close call with death, the Grim Reaper himself can’t seem to let you go.
⋆ October 11th - Demon!Sukuna x Reader (Posted!)
Using the ouija board with your friends seemed like a harmless idea until a tall, tattooed figure appeared at the end of your bed.
:: WEEK THREE ::
⋆ October 16th - Vampire!Geto x Reader (Posted!)
As the ultimate sacrifice, you offer yourself fully to the bloodthirsty cult leader, Geto Suguru.
⋆ October 18th - Guardian Angel!Yuta x Reader (Coming Soon!)
After being saved numerous times by the strange boy named Yuta, it’s your turn to return the favor.
:: WEEK FOUR ::
⋆ October 23rd - Incubus!Inumaki x Reader (Coming Soon!)
Even with his cursed speech, Inumaki couldn’t imagine the effect that his words truly had on you.
⋆ October 25th (my birthdayyyy) - Demon Hunter!Nanami x Reader (Coming Soon!)
Your demon hunter boss, Nanami Kento, is stressed from his job, and you’re the perfect stress reliever.
:: HALLOWEEN SPECIAL ::
⋆ October 31st - Frat Boy!Gojo x Reader x Frat Boy!Geto (Coming Soon!)
At a college Halloween party, you run into the two notorious frat boys, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru and they get you alone in an empty bedroom.
Synopsis: As the ultimate sacrifice, you offer yourself fully to the bloodthirsty cult leader, Geto Suguru.
Word Count: 3.2k
🚨 Warnings: 18+ content, lowkey blood kink, oral sex (female receiving), penetration, hint at masochism, just smutty stuff. 🚨
Check out the official Kinktober 2024 post HERE!
Suguru Geto came to you when you were at your lowest.
You had left the club at 2am on that chilly, autumn night. The moon engulfed the dark city in a pale light and traffic filled the busy streets. The rain falling in heaps from the sky cleansed your sins of the night, drenching your trench coat that covered your skimpy “uniform” – a matching lace set. You counted the money that you had earned for the night – only $100. Sure, the night had been slow, especially with this weather, but you were pissed.
How am I going to pay rent this month?
That thought repeated itself in your head as you headed in the direction of your apartment complex. You were already behind by two months, and you’d even began dancing at other clubs for some extra change, but nothing ever seemed to be enough.
You bent the corner and that’s when you saw him for the first time.
He was leaning against the side of a building and, without the glowing amber light from the cigarette he was smoking, you wouldn’t have noticed him. He had long, raven hair and dark, piercing eyes, and he wore all black, which camouflaged him into the shadows. He noticed you at the same time you noticed him, and the two of you locked eyes. You froze. There wasn’t anything particularly frightening about him; you had seen far scarier people on your way home from work. But it was as if your body had reacted on its own. His dark gaze lingered on you and you truly took him in. He was remarkably handsome, and you could smell his cologne wafting off him. It was a mix of bergamot and musk, with the oddly sweet addition of jasmine. The scent was intoxicating, and you found yourself wanting to lean into him and take all of him in, but instead you forced yourself to move on and continue your walk, finally breaking from the trance.
Your brain was foggy, and there was one detail you couldn’t wrap your head around. As he stood there on that corner, he was dry. His clothes were dry and his hair was dry, like somehow the rain hadn’t affected him. But you saw him there, standing it in just like you were, but you were drenched and he wasn’t.
What an odd man, you thought.
The second time you’d seen him was even more strange.
You were working at your usual club on a Friday night, and it was packed. You were fresh off the stage, making your way through a crowd of people, when you felt it. You’d grown to trust your instincts – it was necessary in this line of work – and you knew exactly what you were feeling. You were being watched.
You look over your shoulder and there he was, across the club, sitting on a couch. He wore a black suit, and his pitch black hair was now pulled back into a bun. When your eyes met, a smirk spreads across his handsome face and he holds up a folded stack of money.
Private dances were the quickest ways to get paid at your club, and you’d done plenty of them before, but this one was different. As he followed you to the back, you were nervous and when the two of you were finally alone in the room, you could’ve passed out.
He sat on a loveseat, his head tossed back against the cushions. Even when he was relaxing, he was gorgeous. You stand before him, in only a two-piece red satin set. Only then do you feel self-conscious, as if you hadn’t been half naked in front of strangers all day. The music in the room is slow and sensual, and you start to mentally prepare for your routine before the man speaks.
“You don’t have to dance.” His voice is deep but it soothes you. He looks up at you with those intense, charming eyes and pats the empty spot next to him. You’re relieved that you don’t have to dance for him, but your curiosity is piqued. You take a seat and he eyes you up and down.
“So, you don’t want anything?” You curse yourself for sounding so juvenile.
“I just want to talk.” He pulls a cigarette from his suit pocket, but you don’t have the nerve to tell him that there’s a no smoking rule. “About you.”
“About me?”
“Is it that surprising?” He pulls a drag from his cigarette and then exhales. “Tell me how you ended up here.”
That causes you to crack a small smile. “The same thing that makes anyone stay at a job they hate. Money makes the world go ‘round.”
He chuckles. “It’s sad, isn’t it? If only we lived in a world where none of that mattered.”
“It looks like it doesn’t matter to you.” You gesture to his nice suit and, at closer glance, you can tell it’s cashmere.
“Can’t say it doesn’t matter, but…” In between pauses, you smell his cologne again and you impulsively scoot closer to him. “I found a way to make life easier. I have a lot of friends who were like you, you know.”
He doesn’t elaborate on that, and you figure its on purpose. So you question him further. “What happened to them?”
“They’re doing great now. You see, I meet a lot of different types of people doing what I do. I like to help who I can, even if it’s just changing their perspective on life.”
“That’s admirable.” Handsome and kind? What a catch.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the wad of cash from earlier. His larger hand grabs yours – his skin is ice cold – and opens your hand gently before placing the cash into your hand, along with a white piece of paper in between the bills. “Take this.”
It was the most cash you’d ever seen at once. You were sure it was enough to cover the last 2 months of rents that you owed and some. “I- I don’t know how to thank you for this.”
He got up from the loveseat and smoothed out his suit, before making his way out of the room, but not before turning around one last time. “Don’t.” He left the room, leaving you speechless and alone.
The next few weeks were nothing short of extraordinary.
You would arrive for your shift and there he would be, waiting for you, cash in hand. You would spend the next few hours in a private room, where you would only talk. You would talk about your dreams, your grievances, and even things you never told anyone else before. He was a great listener, just letting you ramble before he’d hand you yet another stack of cash. But, despite the money you made from him, you enjoyed his company. You didn’t have any friends or family to vent to about the mundane problems of life, so finally having a listening ear meant a lot. You dared to even call him a friend.
It was a Sunday night when you got dressed up, dawning a simple but classy black dress and heels, and even taking the time to do your makeup. On your dresser was the white slip of paper that the man – who you now knew as Suguru Geto – had given you the first night that you’d seen him at your job. On that fateful night, right before bed, you had read what it said – it was an address. It wasn’t the first time that a customer had slipped you an address in hopes of going farther than a lap dance, but Geto seemed… different. That difference between him and your other “customers” is what encouraged you to get dolled up tonight and leave your apartment, heading to the address he’d given you.
You had expected a luxury penthouse, or even a mansion with the way that he was so generous with his money. But, as you hopped out of the taxi, you were met with something entirely different:
An abandoned building.
Was this a joke? You wondered. Then, you thought about how much he’d done for you. Ever since you met him, you’d been able to keep up with your bills, and you even had extra spending money. To him, money probably wasn’t an issue but to someone like you, it was everything. What guy would send you somewhere meaningless after investing so much into you?
That thought had you heading into the building blindly.
As soon as you walked in, the smell of mildew filled your nostrils. The air was thick and damp, and the walls were covered in graffiti and other markings that you wouldn’t even try to identify. You wandered through the three-story brick building, looking for any signs of life. It was dark and the longer you roamed, the more uneasy you felt. The thought of leaving became more desirable and when you finally decided enough was enough, that was when you noticed it.
You had covered every inch of the first floor, but you now saw that a door that you had walked past earlier was now open. Instinctively, you looked around you, trying to find whoever had opened it. Whoever it was had to have been watching you, maneuvering around you just enough to stay out of sight while somehow being able to make changes in the environment. When you were sure no one was near, you focused back on the door. From what you could see, there was a staircase leading down to another floor. A faint glow emitted from down there, like a beacon calling a sailor to shore. Come down, it says. And you listen.
The clicking of your heels echo through the building as you make your way down. It’s a narrow passage, and the walls are lined with candles. It’s a stark difference from the building above. While the floors above were dark and decrepit, this passageway, while still bare, seemed more upkept. However, it couldn’t prepare you for what you saw when you reached the bottom of the steps.
It was a chapel.
A huge chandelier swung from the ceiling, emitting a warm glow onto the contrasting dark walls, and the walls were embellished with stained glass, showing pictures of various religious figures. There were church pews, all empty, and an aisle that led down to the alter. In the middle of the alter stood Suguru Geto, draped in a black robe with gold and green embellishments.
“I knew you’d come.” His voice echoes through the chapel and you don’t notice how long it takes for you to move until he speaks again. “Come. I have a gift for you.”
You make your way down the aisle. “Why…” You had to think of what question to ask out of the hundreds that were floating around in your brain. “Why bring me here?” You’re standing in front of him now.
“Like I said, I have a gift.” His warm tone is out of place in the chapel, like he doesn’t realize how odd the situation is. He, then, grabs your hands. They’re cold, as per usual, but you never noticed how pale he was. “Do you trust me?”
You don’t know how to answer that. You look around the two of you. How could anyone build a place like this underground? Why is it underground?
Geto notices your disturbed expression. “I’d like to apologize for such a… peculiar situation.” As he talks, you finally notice them, in his mouth. Two extremely sharp teeth, that you never seemed to notice before. He’d hidden them well.
Fangs.
“I’ll ask again. Do you trust me?”
“What is this?”
“Do you remember when I told you that I help others?” He starts to caress your hands in his grasp. “I’d like to apologize in advance for telling a half truth.”
Even in this situation, you didn’t feel fear. There was something about Suguru Geto that made you feel comfortable, comfortable enough to peel back the layers of yourself and become truly vulnerable. You look down at where your hands meet, oddly comforted by his freezing touch. “Can you just tell me before I go crazy? Please.”
“When I say I help people, I mean that I give them the greatest gift of all.” His words were cryptic, confusing you even more. If the copious amounts of money he’d given you wasn’t the gift he was talking about, you couldn’t imagine what would be greater.
“Which is?”
“A new life. A life where you don’t have to worry about… human grievances. I find people that want a new start where they don’t have to stress about time or money or illness.”
“So you’re telling me you’re…” You don’t finish your sentence, instead choosing to stare at his fangs.
He smiles. Without answering, he asks the same question for the third time. “Do you trust me?”
“I…” Despite all of this, the answer comes rather quickly. “Yes, but…”
“Will you accept my gift?”
The silence between the two of you is deafening. In that moment, a movie of your entire life flashes behind your eyes. You remembered being young and on your own, struggling to find jobs to keep a roof over your head and food in your stomach. You remembered having no one to call on for help during the times where you needed it the most. And then you remembered how you felt when you met Suguru Geto. For the first time in a long time, you felt… at peace. Like the universe had finally sent you an answer to all your problems.
You lean forward and press your lips against his, answering his question. His touch is delicate as he lifts your chin and kisses you harder. The two of you are desperate as you relish in each other’s taste. His fangs graze your lip, reminding you of what he truly is. But it doesn’t matter. He turns your head to the side and moves to your neck, lavishing it in kisses. You moan as he sucks on the skin over your pulse.
“This might hurt. But it’ll be worth it. I promise.” He whispers against your skin. You take a deep breath and nod, ready for the pain.
It stings like hell, and you can’t hold in the whimper of pain that escapes you. His fangs sink into your neck and your body reacts by filling itself with adrenaline. He leaves two open wounds in your flesh, and then he sucks, draining some of your blood. You don’t realize you’re crying until you feel the tears dripping off your cheeks. God, it hurts.
When Geto finally pulls away, his mouth is red, your slick, coppery blood making a mess on his face. His usual black eyes are now a deep, crimson, filled with an expression that you can’t quite place. You don’t get a chance to catch your breath before he’s on you again, smashing his lips against yours. He tastes metallic as he smears your own blood onto your lips, and he forces his tongue into your mouth. He moans into your mouth, and you copy him, turned on by his utter desperation.
His hands grope you through your clothing until he decides he can’t be patient anymore. He yanks down the straps of your dress and lets the dress fall off your body. His mouth is back on your neck and he sucks your wound again, making you wince but your attention is brought back to the pleasure when he massages your breasts. You let out a gasp laced in both pain and pleasure, and this spurs him on even more.
He’s on his knees in no time, kissing on your stomach and leaving a red, bloody trail. Your hands are in his hair and you pull him closer to your core, ready for him. He licks a stripe up your pussy before sliding his tongue in between your folds. You moan in unison, lost in the moment. He goes straight for your clit, flattening his tongue over it. You can tell he’s holding back as he gives it gentle licks, and the thought of him not wanting to hurt you in any way makes you even more wet. He draws circles on the bud with his tongue and he rotates between licking it and sucking it. You’re weak above him, your gasps and moans echoing through the chapel. You grind against his face, your orgasm building up. His own sounds add to yours, the two of you creating a wonderful melody. You cum fast and hard, your juices adding to the red mess on his face. He doesn’t stop even when you’re shaking, wanting to get every drop out of you. You have to pull his hair to get him to stop, scared that you’ll pass out from the sheer amount of pleasure.
You then come down to his level and watch as he takes off his robe, revealing his strong, carved body. He was stunning everywhere. He lays his robe on the cold floor of the chapel and then has you lay on top of it before he’s attached to you again. He kisses up your beautiful, exposed body before he kissing your lips again. As the two of you kiss, you wrap your legs around his waist and he positions himself so that he can slowly slide into you, which he does effortlessly.
You whimper as he fills you up. He’s long and thick, and he fits perfectly inside of you. He doesn’t take long to start moving, but his movements are slow and purposeful. The two of you are chest to chest as he thrusts into you. He grinds into you, slow and deep, fucking you into the floor.
“Geto…” You moan against his lips. “Thank you.”
He pulls away from your lips. “Say it again.” He whispers.
“Thank you Geto.”
Your words are music to his ears and he fucks you even more passionately. Your moans grow louder as he plunges himself into you harder, then he puts his mouth on your breasts and starts giving them ample attention. He sucks on your nipples and leaves hickeys on the supple skin. By now, your entire body is covered in smears of blood, but you don’t care. You can only focus on how he keeps slamming into your g-spot, coaxing another orgasm out of you. You clench around his dick as you cum again, coating him in your slick wetness. You claw at his back, leaving long, red streaks on his pale skin. You realize he has a masochist streak when he moans at the pain, and then he cums shortly after you.
You feel him pulsing inside of you as he cums, filling you up. He doesn’t stop thrusting until he’s satisfied, milking himself dry. You feel his cum drip out of your pussy and onto the floor – well, his robe – and you’re satisfied as well.
The two of you lay there, holding each other and panting as you both come down from your highs. You’re sweaty and tired, only having enough energy to hold Geto close.
As you stare up at the ceiling, you feel the weight of tonight’s decision hit you.
Now, you were starting a new life.
Geto sits up and flashes you another one of his charming smiles, easing your worries almost instantly.
Synopsis: Using the ouija board with your friends seemed like a harmless idea until a tall, tattooed figure appeared at the end of your bed.
Word Count: 2.2k
🚨 Warnings: 18+ content, dubcon, rough sex, squirting, backshots, hand mouth giving oral sex (lol), a little sadism.
A/N: So sorry for posting this part so late. I had a lot of college assignments due last week and I fell a little bit behind with the order of my Kinktober posts. Hopefully you still enjoy this one! 🚨
Check out the official Kinktober 2024 post HERE!
Never play alone.
Never play in a cemetery.
Always say goodbye.
The rules were simple enough. The bedroom was dim except for the soft light from the candles you had lit for “ambience”, and the only sound in the room was the giggling amongst you and your friends. The three of you sat in a circle on the floor, engulfed in pillows and blankets, and in the middle of this circle was nothing other than a Ouija board.
You weren’t exactly sure how they had convinced you to do this. The sleepover was taking place at your house, with you being in charge of both food and comfort. One of your friends had snuck the board in with their luggage, only revealing it right before it was time to settle down and go to bed.
When she had shown it to you, you initially were against using it. You watched a lot of horror movies, and every time a Ouija board got involved, that’s when things went awry. But, with just a little coaxing and a promise to take it serious, you sat among your friends, ready to try it out.
“Is anybody there?” You spoke first.
The three of you had two fingers each on the planchet, watching it intensely. In a way, you expected the planchet to go flying across the board, like it did in the movies. But, as the three of you waited, nothing happened.
Your friends were shooting smiles at each other, and you rolled your eyes at them.
“I thought you were taking this serious.” You said, annoyed that they were already breaking the one condition you had.
“We are!” One of your friends retorted, her laughter going against her message. But, when she glanced down at the board, her laughter started to fade. “Holy shit.” She whispered.
You looked too, only to realize that now, the planchet was moving.
The triangle slid slowly across the board until it stopped on “Yes”. The three of you sat in silence, your eyes darting between the board and each other. Your once laughing friend was the first one to break the silence. “Did one of you guys move it?”
“I swear it moved by itself.” Your other friend defended herself.
“Why would I move it?” You added.
As soon as the words leave your mouth, the planchet moves again. This time, it’s much faster as it whips across the board. It darts from one letter to another aimlessly, back and forth between “Yes” and “No”, and then, finally, it lands on “Goodbye” and stops abruptly.
You snatch your fingers off the planchet. “Nope. Fuck that.”
Your friends follow suit, equally disturbed.
The mood is tainted for the rest of the night. Any plans of fun – horror movies, s’mores, and even late-night gossip – were killed. Instead, the three of you sat in a heavy silence, everyone keeping to themselves. By the time midnight rolled around, your friends had fallen asleep in their sleeping bags on your bedroom floor and you had curled up in your bed.
As much as you tried to coax yourself to fall asleep, you simply couldn’t. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the Ouija board. You remembered how the planchet soared across the board and spelled out gibberish, and it raised the hairs on the back of your neck. You stared at your friends’ sleeping forms on the floor. Surely, this couldn’t be some elaborate prank, right? No, it wasn’t possible. When you remembered their faces, they wore the same shocked expression as you. Besides, the way the planchet moved was unnatural. It would’ve been hard for a person to replicate that without making it obvious that it was them.
You shake your head and slide out from underneath your thick blankets, your feet hitting the floor. You need some water.
You tiptoe out of your bedroom and down the hall. As you pass by the other rooms in your apartment, you instinctively turn on the lights. You hated the idea of walking through the dark, especially tonight. You’re standing at the fridge, filling up a cup when you get the first feeling that something is still… off.
You were cold. No, freezing.
You kept your apartment warm during the fall season, and you tended to walk around draped in one of your Halloween themed, fur blankets. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been cold in this place, but there you were, shivering as you took small sips of your drink. Goosebumps littered your arms and legs and you could barely hold up your glass as you shivered.
You bring the drink back to your room, but when you enter, you notice something else strange – the TV was on. You had turned it off before it was time for bed, but now, it was turned on. It wasn’t even playing a show; it only showed static. You grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
You’re on edge. You’re freaking yourself out. Those two thoughts ran through your head as you crawled back into bed. You attempted to rationalize the weird occurances. Your landlord hadn’t done the best job at keeping things up to date. You could only imagine that your thermostat and electrical sockets needed to be tweaked or something.
Those thoughts comforted you enough for you to get a wink of sleep that night. But it didn’t last long.
Your eyes flutter open and you’re met by darkness. You’re sweating now, your clothes damp, and you throw your blanket off you. Gasps escape you as you breathe heavily. You’d had a bad dream, but you couldn’t remember what it was about. The details escaped your mind almost as fast as your eyes travelled toward the end of your bed and you noticed it.
It was a large, black mass, standing still near your feet. You thought you were imagining it at first, your eyes playing tricks on you in the dark and forming shapes from shadows, but as your sleepiness wore off you, you realized it was in fact real.
Your hand creeps toward the lamp on your nightstand and when you turn it on, you force yourself to hold in a scream.
He – it – towered over your bed. He was huge and bulky, his toned body covered in black markings that resembled tribal tattoos. You looked up at his face, taken aback again. The markings were on his face too, but that wasn’t exactly what stood out. Underneath his red, intense eyes were another, smaller pair of eyes.
A broken whimper escaped your throat before he was on you.
He smacked a large, strong hand over your mouth, applying so much pressure that you feared he would break your jaw. His strength was unnatural, but so were those crimson eyes and the… other eyes. You attempt to wriggle from his grasp, but that one hand was enough to keep you down. His eyes scan your much smaller form as you struggle underneath him, and his mouth widens into a menacing grin. He lets out a cackle, the deep sound rattling through your body. You freeze in fear.
As his laughter dies down, he looks down at you with an expression that can only be described as contempt.
“Pathetic.” He spat.
He squeezes your face, making a mockery of your scared expression. You glance at your friends, only to see them still asleep on the floor. How were they still asleep right now?
“Wake them and I’ll give you something to be scared of.” The demon – he couldn’t be anything else, right? – threatened you, already knowing you had the idea to try to wake your friends. He forced you to look at him, his expression darkening.
Then, he did something unexpected.
He bent down and licked your neck, leaving a trail of saliva. You froze again, unsure of what to do. You couldn’t get away, not with his strength, but you couldn’t call on your friends either, with both his hand over your mouth and the fear of what he’d do to you if you even attempted it. He licks your neck again, growling as he tastes the saltiness of your skin. With one hand keeping you quiet, you watch as his other hand moves down your body. His nails are black and sharp, and they cut through the fabric of your pajamas with ease.
The cool air tickles your naked body, exposing you to him. Adrenaline courses through your veins. You were even more vulnerable to the demon, who now had you bare beneath him.
It finally hit you. You were naked. Under a demon.
You gasp when he pinches your nipple harshly. He scoffs at your reaction. “So weak.” He complains before he does something truly unexplainable. He raises his hand and you watch as a mouth forms on the palm. He, then, places the hand on your breast and the mouth goes to work. It sucks on your nipple, turning the pain into pleasure, and you let out a soft moan against the demon’s hand.
He rolls his eyes and yanks his hand away, leaving you yearning for more.
Yearning for more? You couldn’t believe yourself.
The demon had been wearing nothing but silk, white pants that looked oddly expensive for a demon, and you watched as he ditched them. He stood before you in his nude glory, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. You’d imagined demons as ugly, vile creatures, but in that moment, you only saw beauty. His body looked as if it had been sculpted by gods, the black markings only accentuating his muscles. You didn’t get to look for too long before you were flipped over hastily, and you felt his hands force your legs apart.
Your legs ached beneath his grasp but you couldn’t move. You felt his tip nudging at your entrance before he slams himself inside of you. With no time to adjust, you let out a yelp before immediately covering your mouth. The sound doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Tsk. Stupid mortal.” You feel a hand on the back of your head before your face is shoved into the pillow, and then he starts to thrust into you. With very little prep, it’s painful at first. He’s huge, abnormally so, and he stretches you out to your limit. Every thrust is accompanied by a burning sensation from just how much he’s stretching you, but your body slowly adjusts and the feeling of pleasure starts to creep in.
You muffle into the pillow as he plows into you. The sound of his hips smacking into your ass fills the room, and his thrusts left a stinging sensation on your ass cheeks from how harsh he was being. His hands crush your hips, using them as leverage to juggle you back and forth effortlessly. God, you want to scream, but you could barely even breathe as you keep your face buried. It’s not ideal but it helps you keep your noises contained. His hands focus on your ass, gripping the flesh of your ass cheeks. Then, you feel the mouth on his palm bite into the flesh. A surge of pain erupts through you but the feeling of his dick slamming into you makes it subside. You arch your back and he’s even deeper in you, his cock smacking your cervix. You knew you’d be in pain the next day, but you didn’t care.
The next thing he does catches you by surprise. He leans over you and wraps his hand underneath your body, and you feel wetness on your clit. Sure enough, his palm is lapping at your pussy, overstimulating you even more. Its technique is sloppy, drool dripping from the mouth and onto the sheets as it eats you out ferociously. It licks, slurps, and sucks your clit deliciously, and the combination of that and the demon fucking you from behind is too much for you to handle.
You shudder beneath him as you cum, juices spurting all over. You squirt all over his dick and balls as he continues to ram into you. A puddle forms beneath you, and every thrust from the demon has you adding more to it. You cry into the pillow, unsure of how much more you can take.
But he’s not done with you.
He flips you onto your back and shoves himself back inside of you, filling you up again. His hand is on your mouth again, but the mouth on his palm shoves its tongue inside your mouth, invading it. You can taste your juices as it makes out with you. The demon speeds up its pace, not giving you the chance to rest. With one hand on your mouth, his other hand squeezes your thigh. You’re destined to have bruises and you’re already thinking of excuses for them that you can tell your friends. His groin is shiny from your cum and you see strings of cum connecting your hips together. It was messy, but you loved it.
The demon is quiet as he fucks into you. His face is dead-panned and focused, his aura even more intense. But he breaks this intensity when he finally pulls out of your pussy. Hot, thick spurts of cum shoot from his dick and he growls as he paints you with it.
You gasp for air when he finally pulls away from you. When he comes down from his orgasm, his red eyes glare at you. However, you don’t even feel fear anymore. You’re just tired.
He grabs a piece of fabric that was once your pajamas and shoots it straight at you, smacking you in the face with it. But, by the time you peel it off your face, you look up and he’s gone.
Week Two - October 9th - Grim Reaper!Higuruma x Reader
Synopsis: After a close call with death, the Grim Reaper himself can’t seem to let you go.
Word Count: 2.6k
🚨 Warnings: 18+ content, dubcon (alcohol consumption), oral sex (male receiving), penetration, girl on top, missionary, pretty smutty in general.
A/N: This post does have some content that can be seen as “morbid”. There’s nothing super graphic or anything but death is a pretty heavily talked about thing in here so be aware. Also, I’m hoping everyone is staying safe here in Florida with this hurricane coming. Evacuate if you need to and don’t forget to stock up on supplies and gas. I’m praying for everyone’s safety! 🚨
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3 months ago, Higuruma appeared downtown, dawning his usual suit and briefcase. He didn’t take the train, hail a cab, or even walk. Oddly enough, he just always appeared when he was needed. He stood on the corner of Main St. and 4th Ave, just waiting patiently. The streets were unusually bare, the only sounds filling Higuruma’s ears being the lulling sound of the wind and the occasional rattle of raccoons rummaging through trash cans.
Who would it be tonight?
Higuruma started his walk down the street, glancing into the windows that he passed. He passed a bar. Would it be the man who passed out after too many beers? Maybe alcohol poisoning? Then, he passed an office building. Would it be an employee leaving work, only to be mugged and killed? No. Those didn’t feel right.
Finally, a roar of an engine made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, not from fear, but anticipation. This was it.
A silver car sped down the street, swerving uncontrollably. Higuruma only watched idly. The car ran the red light before fully losing control and heading directly toward a brick building. It collided with the brick, the front of the car crushing like a soda can and completely caving in. The airbags exploded from inside, suffocating the driver, who hadn’t moved. It was a speedy, harsh crash, one of the worst Higuruma had ever seen in the entirety of his job. He’d seen much worse, of course – sick children, freak accidents, even the grisliest of murders. But he couldn’t pretend that this one didn’t make him wince a bit.
Had it been a drunk driver? Texting and driving? Over the plethora of years he’d been alive, Higuruma learned how idiotic humans were. For such weak beings, they constantly overestimated their mortality and made the worst decisions. He couldn’t count on ten hands how many people he’d seen die due to the choice of getting behind the wheel while intoxicated, or thinking that a phone call was more important than keeping their eyes on the road. He’d grown indifferent to it, knowing his role.
He made his way toward the hunk of metal that used to be a car, ready to get it over with, but he stopped in his tracks soon after.
There was movement.
The airbags looked like they were breathing as something moved underneath them. They separated from each other and something peeked out from the gap. A head. Higuruma watched as the driver pulled themselves from the wreck, squeezing through the crushed metal to escape.
“Help!” They screamed as they limped into the middle of the street.
Higuruma stood there, frozen in place. Something wasn’t right. He looked down at his own form, for the first time feeling something he hadn’t felt in quite literally forever – confusion. He questioned why he’d appeared there that night, never having appeared when he wasn’t needed. But, most of all, he questioned… you.
He had seen people pass away from much less, but there you stood, full of life after crashing straight into a brick wall. Higuruma hated questions. He hated the feeling of something being incomplete. He saw the world as black and white, right or wrong. It was why he was so good at his job. Death had no grey area – you were either alive or dead.
You were an anomaly.
You had cheated death.
Higuruma never left any questions unanswered. Before he’d became what he was now, when he was merely a human, he had been a defense attorney. He’d prided himself in defending those who were unjustly convicted, going out of his way to take on cases that other attorneys wouldn’t dare touch. It wasn’t because he necessarily cared about doing the “right” thing. No, it was because, in his eyes, just like death, the law was black and white. Either you did the crime, or you didn’t. Either you were guilty, or you weren’t. People who were in prison for crimes they didn’t commit were imbalances in a world that Higuruma needed to be balanced. He supposed this mindset followed him to his otherworldly state.
If it hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t have been following you now.
The three months between then and now had infiltrated Higuruma’s mind in a way that he didn’t think was possible, not anymore. His days were still full of the usual reapings – he would never let anything come between his job. But, when he caught the incredibly rare millisecond where no one in the world dies, he would spend that millisecond peeking into the window that was your life.
He’d caught you in the hospital, checking up on your ankle that you had fractured in the crash. He’d caught you celebrating your friend’s birthday. He’d even caught you fresh out the shower once, though he’d felt embarrassed, something he hadn’t felt in millenniums.
You made him feel a lot of things, perplexed being the overwhelming feeling from the list.
Why you?
The question ran through his head every time he caught a glimpse of you. Had the universe sent you to as a cruel joke? Higuruma tensed every time he thought about it. You were just a loose end, a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit.
He had a habit of tying loose ends, so he made the ultimate decision on a Saturday night.
He hadn’t been in his physical form in a long time, if ever. He wore the same suit and carried the same suitcase, but he wasn’t just a spectator anymore. Humans glanced at him as he walked down the crowded sidewalk, making his way to the bar on 4th Ave. He knew he was breaking some sort of rule, but he needed to scratch the itch.
Higuruma scanned the faces in the bar on 4th, cursing at how crowded it was. He knew you were in there, but his physical form had its restrictions. He made his way through the crowd of people until he finally reached the bar, where you sat.
You had on a skintight, black dress and black pumps, sipping on a martini and looking bored out of your mind. It was like you had waited for him. He took the empty seat beside you, immediately catching your attention.
You eyed him up and down, focusing on the suitcase that he brought along with him. “Businessman?”
“Hmph. I guess you could say that.” Higuruma ordered a drink. Whiskey, neat. Alcohol had no effect on him, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t miss the taste of a nice drink.
You smile at his response. He figured you were already a bit tipsy when he eyed the two empty martini glasses next to your half full one. “I don’t know. You have a very strict, no-nonsense thing going on. I don’t know anyone that wears a suit at a bar.”
He remembered another thing about humans in that moment – they were very judgmental.
“Just had a long day at work, that’s all.” Was his simple response.
“Let me guess. CEO?”
He shook his head.
“Lawyer? No, attorney?”
“More like a… judge.”
You giggle at that. “You look pretty young to be a judge.”
He smirks. “I’m older than I look.”
The rest of the night passed in a blur. As much as you had invested yourself in the conversation, Higuruma hadn’t allowed himself that pleasure. It felt more like an assignment than a pleasant conversation between two strangers. Throughout the night, he’d taken to trying to figure you out. It wasn’t like he had expected you to admit that you were some sort of immortal demon that was sent to trick him, but it would’ve eased his mind a bit, admittedly. Instead, you were just like every other human he’d ever seen.
Higuruma never took to believing in luck, not even when he was human. Luck allowed too much room for oddities, too much room for things that just didn’t make sense. But, as he sat in the bar with you, he realized he would be forced to question whether such a nonsensical thing existed.
You weren’t only an anomaly. You were also incredibly lucky.
Lucky enough to convince Higuruma to come home with you.
He knew humans had… desires. He’d seen a lot of them put their desires before anything else, leading to stupid decisions. Even back when he was human, he remembered having his own. He would bring women back to his penthouse, fulfilling every desire he had before kicking them out the next morning. It wasn’t the right thing to do, but he was a busy man. You were no different.
As soon as the two of you entered your apartment, you were on him.
You smashed your lips against his and Higuruma returned the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. The sweet taste of your cherry lip gloss and the bitter taste of liquor on your tongue created an intoxicating combination, making Higuruma kiss you even harder. His hands slide down and cup your ass, and he curses the leather dress that acts as a barrier between him and your soft skin. He feels you begin to work on undoing his tie and unbuttoning his white button up before he helps you rid him of his layers. He, then, unzips the back of your dress and it falls to the ground.
You stand before him, completely nude and vulnerable. He admires every dip and curve of your body, taking note of every single detail so he could remember it for the next few centuries. You were breathtaking.
You grabbed his hand and led him to the couch, making him sit. Higuruma watched as you kneeled before him and began to unbuckle his belt. You reach into his dress pants and pull out his dick, your eyes widening at the size. He knew he’d been blessed in that department, but seeing a human reaction to it made his pride swell. You take it in your grasp and place a kiss on the tip, a string of precum connecting your lips to him. Your lips then wrap around it, lightly sucking. Higuruma threw his head back against the cushion and let out a relieved sigh. He groans as you start to suck on his length, bobbing up and down. You were slow and meticulous in your actions, staring up at him through thick lashes and gauging exactly what he liked. He appreciated your attention to detail. He squirms when you deepthroat him, your throat pulsing around him and engulfing him in wetness. Fuck, you were good at this. He didn’t know if he felt powerful or powerless. This had been the first time in centuries he’d had any contact with a human, and here you were, making him feel so good. Higuruma can feel himself coming close to release, but you pull away at the last second.
He’s irritated until you straddle him, lining his dick up with your entrance. You rub his tip on your clit a few times, letting out a light moan at the sensation, before you finally slide down on it. With you wrapped around his so tight, Higuruma is breathless. He placed his strong hands on your hips, encouraging you to move. You ride him slowly at first, grinding down on him. He stretched you out so good, hitting every spot inside of you. Your moans are music to his ears and he feels himself grow addicted to the sight of you fucking yourself on him. His moans mix in with yours, and he grips you tighter before helping you bounce on him. He moves you up and down faster, and you let out a sharp cry as he hits your g-spot. He’s forgotten how sensitive and fragile humans were. In that moment, he felt like he had the upper hand, guiding your every movement. He repositions himself so he can thrust up into you and his hands cradle your thighs, providing support. He fucks you from underneath, and you go crazy.
“Ah! Right there!” Your eyes are squeezed closed, relishing in the pleasure. Your body shakes above him as you come undone, a string of incohesive words spilling from your mouth. Higuruma continues to drill into you, watching as you leave a ring of cum around the base of his dick. When your orgasm washes away, your knees grow weak and Higuruma holds you to stop you from collapsing. He flips you over, laying you flat on your back against the couch cushions and he hovers over you, spreading your legs and sliding back into you.
You gasp as he fucks you into the cushions, not even bothering to hold back. He throws your legs over his broad shoulders, angling himself deeper in you. He fucks you relentlessly, your moans spurring him on more and more. He has your ankles by his head, and he turns to place a kiss on the ankle you had fractured in the car crash. You cum again, thrashing against the cushions. Higuruma attempts to hold you still as he feels his own release coming. He thrusts until he finally pulls out and spurts his hot cum across your torso, long strings of white painting your perfect body. A low moan erupts from him as he rides his high. He was disappointed that he couldn’t come inside you – not that he physically couldn’t, but he didn’t know what the repercussions would be if he did that with a human. He didn’t mind risks, but not that type of risk.
Higuruma helped you off the couch and he helped get you settled for the night. He ran you some bath water and watched as you slinked off to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. It was uncharacteristically warm of him, but he figured it was the least he could do. He got himself dressed and grabbed his suitcase before he left your apartment.
6 months later, Higuruma appeared at a scene. He was in the middle of a hallway, standing at a door. Apartment 244. He doesn’t immediately recognize the place, but he knows he’s needed there. He comes through the door, stepping into the living room. Only then does a wave of realization hit him.
He remembered the couch. He remembered the colorful decorations you had hung up on your walls in an attempt to make the bland apartment seem more lively. He even remembered the sweet smell in the air from the candles you liked to burn. However, it wasn’t the same anymore.
Drawers were pulled out and objects littered the floor. The couch cushions had been flipped over. Chairs were overturned. And was that…? Higuruma looked at the large, red stain on the carpet, then his eyes travelled to the trail of red splatters that led into the kitchen. He followed the red until finally, he saw you. There you were, laying on the tile floor.
A home invasion gone wrong.
He had seen countless but seeing you on the floor was an entirely different experience. He’d talked to you, touched you, tasted you, and there you were, another soul to collect. He cleared his throat and made his way toward you. Business was still business. He placed a hand on yours, both of your skin equally as cold, and he reaped your soul. A white aura surrounded your body, engulfing you like you were sitting in a bed of clouds. Then, that aura split from your body and turned into a bright orb, floating in the air. Higuruma opened his suitcase, looking at the various colored orbs that rested inside of it. He gathered your orb in his hands and guided it inside the case, placing your soul amongst the others. He closed and locked his suitcase before making his way out of your apartment, but not without glancing back at your lifeless corpse.
Synopsis: Choso has always been possessive of you, but the full moon brings out a different side of him.
Word Count: 2k
🚨 Warnings: 18+ content, public sex, creampie, rough sex, penetration, all the good stuff.
A/N: It was super hard for me to incorporate werewolf stuff into this post but I did my very best. I’m not used to writing anything about werewolves so some details may be a bit vague or cliche. 🚨
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Choso couldn’t lie – he felt bad. Really bad.
He’d known the night wouldn’t go well. The full moon hung over the city like an ornament and bathed the streets in its subtle glow, and the streets were full of strangers focused on getting where they needed to go. He looked ahead of him, watching as you kept an unwelcome distance between the two of you.
It all started when you suggested a late-night walk downtown. Choso hadn’t been worried about the full moon – unlike his brothers, he had always been able to control his primal instincts. He was the oldest, resulting in him having more experience. It should’ve been easy.
You had your hand in his, guiding him through the bustling streets as you pointed at random things and talked his ear off about them. A lot of the shops had already started decorating for Halloween and he watched as your eyes widened in awe at every decoration you spotted. It was truly adorable, and he nodded along as you rambled on and on, your happiness being enough to make the night special. It was the most human he’d felt in a while.
Well, until he came along.
You felt a tap on your shoulder, causing both you and Choso to stop and turn around. Behind the two of you stood a guy, about your age, and Choso felt his stomach tie itself into a knot when the two of you smiled at each other and sparked up a conversation. The guy didn’t bother to even introduce himself to Choso, instead focusing on you and asking you all kinds of questions, trying to pry into your life. Your boyfriend just stood there, jealousy taking over.
He was a friend from college, you had said. Choso knew you’d gained a lot from your college experience; you talked about it all the time and your fondness of those memories made him care about it too, although he’d never had to worry about such a thing. He’d lived a long life with only himself and his pack, so he never had the same experiences as a human like you. It was foreign to him, but he knew he didn’t like it when you were so focused on another man.
He attempted to swallow down the feeling that was bubbling in his chest. It was raw anger, mixed with something else. That something else was a feeling he’d trained himself to ignore in situations like this. Adrenaline pumped through his veins at 100 miles per hour, and he felt his muscles flex underneath his skin involuntarily. His eyes glanced up at the moon hanging in the sky. Poor mistake.
The last straw was you laughing at one of the guy’s jokes. The laughter that Choso usually loved to hear became a cue for him to step in.
His hands made contact with the guy’s chest in an instant and the guy went flying back due to Choso’s inhuman strength. His body smacked a parked car, making its alarm go off. Choso knew it was a stupid decision, and it was unlike his usual reserved self, but at the same time, it felt amazing. His euphoria was only stunted when he felt you tugging on his arm.
“Choso, let’s go!” He heard you repeat, and only then did he come down from his high. In that moment, he realized what he’d done. Luckily, the guy was still alive, his chest still rising even though he’d passed out from the physical blow to his body. However, everyone’s eyes were on the two of you.
Choso followed your command, the two of you rushing through the crowd. Fuck, what did he do?
The two of you ran until the coast seemed clear and the sounds of the city started to die down. After you were sure that no one was trailing the two of you, you let go of Choso’s hand and picked up your pace, planning to leave him behind.
He could smell the rage radiating from you. “Honey?”
“Don’t “honey” me.” You snapped.
He could’ve collapsed and cried in that moment. You had never talked to him like that before. Despite his quiet exterior, he tended to get rather emotional when it came to you. It was the closest thing to human he felt when he thought about his feelings toward you. He loved his pack as well – he’d go to the ends of the Earth for them – but you and him were a different type of love that he’d never experienced before.
“I’m so sorry. I just thought...” He started to ramble before you stopped him.
“You thought it was a good idea to throw someone into a car for making a joke?!”
You know, when you put it like that, Choso couldn’t help but to feel juvenile for doing such a stupid thing.
He picked up his pace to catch up to you, only for you to throw him the harshest look he’d ever seen in his life. He was in deep shit tonight.
The sound of police sirens echoing through the air made both of you stop in your tracks.
A look of panic spread across your face. “Oh shit.” You grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward a back alley. “This way.”
Choso had no reason to fear the police, but he would indulge in your fear if it meant you’d keep touching him. His face reddened as he focused on your touch. The two of you ducked through alleys, unsure of where the police were coming from but not wanting to find out. You both only slowed down when the sirens seemed far enough away to at least catch your breath.
You were doubled over, taking sharp breaths as Choso admired your figure from behind. Then, he snapped out of it. How could he be checking you out when he’s supposed to be begging for your forgiveness?
“This is all your fault, you know?” You wheezed. Your tone was less angry now, even if only because you could hardly breath.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise. How about a candlelit dinner? Or maybe a picnic? A walk on the beach?” Choso listed every date idea he could think of until he felt you place a hand on his shoulder.
“Do you really get that jealous over me?”
He hated how the word “jealous” sounded. “I’m just… protective, over you.” Yeah, that sounded better. “I don’t want anyone taking you from me, that’s all.” He muttered almost pitifully.
Unexpectedly, you cracked a small smile and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “No one could ever take me from you, Choso.”
He grabs your face and kisses you again, a soft whimper escaping him. You kiss him back harder and it becomes a game of tug of war for dominance. Your tongues dance in each other’s mouths and you end up with your back against the brick wall, finally accepting defeat. His weight is pressed against you as he starts moving to your neck, where he lightly bites you. He growls as he gets lost in the salty taste of your skin and your smell.
“Mark me.” You moan. “I’m yours.”
That was all he needed to let his primal instincts take over.
You were wearing a sundress, one of Choso’s favorite outfits on you. It was pretty, but that wasn’t the only reason he liked it. His large hands felt your curves through the thin fabric. A sundress also made for easy access.
He pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your breasts to the cool autumn air. He latches onto one, sucking on your nipple harshly. You let out a cry, running your hands through his hair and messing up his spiky ponytails. Your moans filled the alleyway. You didn’t care about being caught, not when Choso was licking and nibbling your breasts just the way you liked it. As he licks on your nipples, you feel his hand lift the bottom of your skirt and go under, starting to massage your pussy through your panties.
You gasp at the feeling, grinding against his hand. He doesn’t tease you for long, sliding his hand under the hem of your panties and rubbing his fingers between your folds. You gaze down at your boyfriend lustfully, who is still focused on your breasts. His expression is dead serious, purely focused on your pleasure. It was intense. You’d never seen him so intentional. He rubs on your clit, getting a soft moan out of you. This only spurs him on as he rubs circles on your sensitive bud. He knew exactly how you liked it. He glances up at you, his usual dark eyes having a hint of yellow peeking through now. He soaked in your expressions, watching every reaction you had to the slightest touch.
Your body tenses under his touch as you cum on his fingers, and you twitch as you’re overcome with a harsh wave of pleasure.
“You’re mine.” Choso mumbles against your chest before letting go of your nipple with a wet pop. He puts his face close to yours, looking straight into your eyes. “Say it.”
“I’m yours!” You don’t hesitate. This spurs him on to put more pressure on your clit.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours Choso!” Before you know it, another orgasm hits you and you cum on his fingers again. You’re wriggling against his body, nearly screaming as Choso keeps fondling your pussy. You ride your second wave of ecstasy, leaving his fingers dripping wet.
At that, Choso is satisfied, and he pulls his hand away. He turns you around so your front is pressed against the brick wall, and you hear the sound of fabric rustling behind you. Before you can brace yourself, Choso is already sliding his dick inside you, way too easily since you’re already so wet for him. He lets out a low groan as he feels you clenching around him. He tried not to lose control – he really did – but you just felt too good.
He pounds into you roughly, giving you barely any time to adjust as you brace yourself against the brick. The sound of skin slapping against skin was music to his ears as he got lost in the feeling on you. He grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. You were going to take all of him.
You were breathless as he fucked you, your human body being no use against his animalistic strength. His tip smacked your cervix, creating a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. You were coating his dick in your slickness, the wet, obscene sound punctuating just how crude this act was.
All that Choso could think about was filling you up with his seed. He’d always loved the idea of growing his pack, particularly with you as his mate. He keeps your arms in his grasp as he bounces you back and forth on his length. His senses were heightened due to the full moon, your moans sounding even louder and your pussy smelling sweeter than ever to him. In the back of his mind, he worried about hurting you, but you didn’t seem to mind.
Your third orgasm hits you like the brick wall you were pressed against when Choso pumps into you harder. Your legs shake beneath you, the only thing keeping you standing being Choso holding you up. You hear a rumble in his chest as he relishes in the feeling of you clasping around him, pulling him in even deeper.
“Mmm,” He moans. “Whose pussy is it?”
“Yours!” You can’t explain the pleasure you feel as he goes even faster, despite you being overstimulated from already cumming three times.
“That’s right. It’s mine.” Choso cums inside of your pussy with a shudder, his cum leaking out and dripping onto the concrete. He pulls out slowly, watching a string of both your juices combined connect the two of you. He rubs his tip between your folds, smearing his cum all over your pussy.
When he notices how weak you are, he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you up. “So, do you forgive me?” He’s back to his normal senses now, remembering the events of the night.
“Yes, I forgive you.” You roll your eyes, though you can’t help but to blush as you remember where the two of are. “Now, can you help me get dressed please?”
Synopsis: After the death of your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, you can still feel his lingering touch.
Word Count: 1.6k
🚨 Warnings: 18+ content, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, penetration, overall super smutty.
The content in this post contains spoilers for the anime / manga! Also, there is a good amount of angst here :) 🚨
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On the bus back home, you felt the same pair of eyes boring into the back of your skull. You didn’t want to turn around again – no, you couldn’t.
You slid your compact mirror from your purse, flipping it up and angling it toward the back of the bus. From the glass, you saw nothing but empty seats behind you. The other passengers had gotten off miles ago, leaving you as the last stop. It was only you and the bus driver. Or at least that’s what you were convincing yourself was true. But you had to be sure.
A heavy sigh escapes you and it feels like it takes every fiber of your being to turn around. You knew he’d be there. He always was. Your eyes landed on him. He sat all the way in the back, merely a figure sticking out from the shadows.
It was Gojo, again. Your lover. Your deceased lover.
His blue orbs held your gaze, never breaking away. He was pale, paler than the last time you’d seen him. He wore a tight, black shirt and white pants – the outfit he’d died in. He never wore anything else when you saw him, not even the clothes you’d gotten him as a gift over the many years you’d been together. It was a sick reminder, and you didn’t know who to blame. You knew your brain was conjuring up a twisted image of your lover, a sad amalgamation of the pain you’d been feeling over the past few months. He couldn’t possibly be there, right?
You rush off the bus as soon as you reach your destination. The thin, winter air smacks your face as your legs carry you down the sidewalk and toward your apartment building. You don’t dare to turn back. He’d be there, yet again, not even chasing you. Just… there.
Your apartment was quiet that night as it was every night. You had run a warm bath and even drank some herbal tea, trying to calm your nerves, but nothing worked. You were scared. It was a horrible feeling to be scared to see. To be scared to look in the corner or look in the mirror or even open your eyes in the morning. You weren’t scared of Gojo. No, quite the opposite. Gojo Satoru was your comfort, your home, your heart. But what lingered in your peripheral every passing moment of the day wasn’t your Gojo. It was just what remained of him.
What did you do to deserve this? That was the question you asked yourself every day. You hadn’t cursed him, as you knew what would happen if you did. You wanted him to move on from this earth and find peace wherever he ended up, but somehow, he was still here.
You had stared at the ceiling until you eventually dozed off in your bed, but you woke up as suddenly as you fell asleep. The digital clock on your nightstand was a neon blur but you made out the numbers as you slowly came to – 2:36 am. A surge of paranoia rushed through your body as the image of Gojo watching you on the bus flashed in your mind. You jumped up to check your surroundings, ready to catch those eyes staring at you from the corner of the room but something stopped you.
There was a weight on you, stopping you from moving.
You feel trapped and your eyes travel down only to find arms wrapped around your torso. A shiver ran down your spine and you didn’t know if it was from fear or the fact that whoever held you was cold. Freezing cold.
“Gojo?” The word fell shakily from your mouth.
You felt his fingers begin to trace the skin under your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. You melted into the familiar touch, falling slack and just now noticing the strong build resting behind you. You lean back into Gojo’s broad chest and let him touch you. His hands move upwards, caressing your breasts and letting his ice-cold fingers run over your nipples.
You weren’t sure when you’d gained the confidence for it, but you interrupt him and turn around to face him. You froze in your tracks. Instead of the lifeless gaze that had been watching you endlessly, his eyes were warm and his skin was flushed, like life had been breathed back into his body. His hair was fluffy and messy, just like how it would be in the mornings before he got ready to go teach his students.
“You’re crying.” His voice knocked you from your thoughts. It was his usual mocking tone, something you’d missed hearing more than anything. A smirk adorned his face.
Wiping your eyes, you realized that you indeed were crying. You punctuated this with a sniffle. “I- how are you…”
Gojo didn’t answer the question, instead opting to just watch you. The smirk remained, but behind his eyes, there was something there. Sadness. Before you could comment, he put a hand on the back of your head and brought you toward him, smashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back with no hesitation. The kiss was needy, like you were having your first taste of oxygen after not being able to breathe for so long. You forced his mouth open and slipped your tongue in, tasting everything Gojo had to offer. He still tasted the same. You work on getting your clothes off as you indulge in him. Gojo is just as desperate as you. As soon as you’re naked, he strips as well, his lips only leaving yours to take off his shirt.
You moan into his mouth as he flips you over, his strong hands roaming all over your body. He grips your hips, your thighs, your breasts, anything he can get his hands on. His lips leave yours only to move to your neck, where he sucks the skin passionately, leaving purple bruises. He travels down, leaving a track of hickeys wherever his lips land. When he reaches your pussy, you spread your legs eagerly.
“Please, baby, please…” Is all you can breathe out before Gojo latches onto your clit and you let out a sharp moan. His hands keep your thighs apart as he devours you. He focuses on your clit first, the teasing that you were accustomed to throughout your relationship being replaced with pure desire. His tongue swirls around your bud, gathering up your juices and he spits them harshly on your clit before attacking it again. He then takes your clit between his lips and sucks, making you arch your back high off the bed. His eyes are closed, relishing in your taste as his tongue slips and slides in your pussy. He focuses on your entrance, sliding his tongue in and out until he feels your legs start to shake in his grasp.
You scream as you cum on his face and your juices coat his lips. He flattens his tongue as you grind against it, riding out your orgasm. God, you missed this. You grind on his tongue until you overstimulate yourself, and you collapse against the mattress.
Gojo clearly isn’t finished with you as he climbs on top of you, licking your cum off his lips before he kisses you again. He’s uncharacteristically quiet as the two of you make out yet again, not even making a noise when you run your fingers through his hair and pull at the strands. Before you can think about it, you feel Gojo sliding his tip up and down your pussy, gathering your wetness on his length before he sheathes his entire length inside of you.
Even though it had been so long, you could never forget the pleasure of finally feeling your lover inside of you. He’d always stretched you out so good, and tonight was no exception. You whine as he starts to slide in and out achingly slow, prepping you. His tip is already kissing your g-spot and his pelvis stimulates your already sensitive clit every time your hips meet. You could orgasm from this alone, but Gojo had always been an overachiever. He speeds up his pace and presses his body against yours so that you’re chest to chest, hitting a different angle than before.
“Gojo! Ah, right there!” You moan in his ear, unashamed of how loud you are. At the same time, Gojo is moaning in yours. It’s a mix of curses and desperate whines that escape him as he drills into you.
“I’m…” He groans when you clench around his dick just right. “I’m going to miss this.”
His words fly right over your head as you feel a second orgasm building in your stomach. You swear he starts to fuck you even deeper and at that point, he’s fucking you into the mattress. “Oh god, I’m..”
“Me too.” The two of you reach your orgasms together, the room filling with nothing but the sounds of skin on skin and cries of pleasure. You pulse around him, milking him until you feel him cum inside of you. You coat him in a thin, shiny layer of your juices as he finally slows down to a halt. He’s still inside of you as he stares down at your now worn-out form.
The last thing you remember before you fall asleep is his lips mouthing the words, “I love you.”
You woke up alone that next morning, buried in a pile of blankets and your withdrawn clothing. Gojo was gone. He was gone when you rode the bus to work. He was gone when you ran your weekly errands. He was gone when you came back to your apartment every night.
You never saw your lover again, not even in the corner of your eye.
author's note: this is my first nanami smut so hopefully i got his characterization right. i'm trying to be more consistent this year with my writing so expect more fics coming soon :)
word count: 1.3k
Mornings with Nanami were always the same.
While he’s in the shower, you tiptoe to the kitchen in your pink, silk robe and prep the ingredients for his favorite breakfast. A Mahogany Teakwood candle glazes the kitchen with the smell of wood and the slightest hint of lavender as you cook; you flip the french toast, scramble the eggs, and fry the turkey bacon, just how Nanami likes it. Of course, he likes whatever you cook – he’d never been the picky type.
From there, Nanami comes from the bedroom, dressed in his favorite blue button up and tan pants, and he follows the delectable smell of your cooking. He’s greeted by a plate of food and his favorite roast of coffee, but none of those sights compared to the sight of you.
You always looked so beautiful in the morning – your half-lidded eyes hold an almost seductive nature to them and you move gracefully as you set the table. His eyes linger on your body as your robe hugs your shape, and sinful thoughts run through his mind. However, like he does every morning, he brushes them away and instead greets you with a kiss and a “Thank you” before the two of you sit and enjoy the small bit of time you have together before he has to leave. He does take his job seriously, after all, and he can’t stand being late.
Sunday mornings – Nanami’s off days - were different.
On this particular morning, your eyes flutter open as you feel Nanami press against you from behind and engulf you in his strong arms. You assume that today is one of the rare days where you wake up before Nanami and you let yourself get comfortable against him, but this thought is swept from your mind when Nanami keeps shifting behind you. A low groan escapes him, but you brush it off.
“Good… morning.” You whisper, your voice still hoarse.
Nanami pulls your hair to the side, exposing your neck, and he plants a kiss on your sensitive skin. “Good morning.” He mutters against your neck before planting another kiss behind your ear.
You let out a soft sigh as he continues, and you press yourself closer to his body when his hands slip under your t-shirt. His fingertips dance along your stomach, leaving goosebumps wherever they roam, and his toned hands travel to your breasts. He squeezes them first, toying with the soft flesh, before he focuses on your already hard nipples, drawing circles around the buds.
“Nanami…” You breathe out.
“Shhhh.” He silences you. “Just relax.” His warm breath tickles your ear, adding yet another sensation that you can barely handle.
After playing with your breasts to his content, his hands travel back down your stomach, then over your abdomen, and you feel his fingers play with the hem of your lace panties. Nanami is grinding against your ass, his dick already rock hard. Even through the fabric, you can feel it pulsing, but Nanami is patient, way more patient than you.
“Please… I- I want it.” Your begging is almost pathetic, and you don’t even care. But your whining is cut short when he slides his hand in your panties and slips two fingers right over your clit. You moan as he rubs it almost painfully slow.
“So wet.” He groans. He assaults your neck with open mouthed kisses and he starts to rub your sensitive clit harder. By now, you’re grinding back against his hand, your juices coating his fingers. Your panties are stained with your wetness, leaving a sticky mess between your thighs. Nanami moans by your ear, your body squirming against him giving him just enough pleasure to hold himself off.
The birds chirping outside, the city bustle just outside the window, and your moans create a beautiful symphony in your bedroom. Nanami is breathing heavy behind you, whispering praises to you.
“You’re doing so good baby.”
“You’re so wet for me.”
“You like that?”
All of his praise is punctuated by the sloppy sounds of your pussy as he plays with it.
Nanami slides a finger in your pussy, and then another, and he thrusts them in and out, slow and deep. His fingers massage your g-spot and the palm of his hand provides the friction that your clit is begging for. As he fingers you, his unoccupied hand crawls back up your body and grasps your throat firmly, not hard enough to choke you but hard enough to let you know it’s there. He guides your head back against his chest and your body rocks against his as he holds you.
Your first orgasm creeps up like a panther stalking its prey and it hits hard. Tears fill your eyes and your legs shake as you cum, a string of incoherent words leaving your mouth. You don’t even understand what you’re saying, but Nanami only answers with a quick “Mhm” as he guides you through your orgasm. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing; his fingers keep fucking you, even when you cream all over them and your cum trickles down your thighs. By the time it’s over, you’re stuck letting out little gasps, but Nanami isn’t through with you yet.
He flips you onto your stomach and your legs are lifted up as he finally slides your panties off. He takes off his own boxers and stations himself behind you, then you feel his tip prodding at your entrance before he finally slides his dick into you.
You grip the sheets as he fills you up. He takes you by surprise every time, even though you’ve been in this same position countless times. Even with all the time that he took to prep you, it doesn’t make him feel any less huge. By the time he bottoms out in you, your breath is taken away. He doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he relishes in the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him. But, although Nanami is a patient man, patience eventually runs thin.
He pulls out and slide back in slowly. You’re already leaving a sticky, white ring around the base of this dick and, while the sight almost makes him lose control, he keeps his composure, like always. He gets into a steady rhythm.
“Mmmm… Nanami.” You cry out from beneath him. He’s touching every spot inside of you, and you swear he’s touching places that he’s never even touched before. Every thrust is deep and passionate, punctuated by the creaking bed. His bulky, strong frame brings about a certain strength in his movements, each one pushing your body higher and higher up the bed until you’re certain you’re about to smack against the headboard. Though you’re not certain you can take anymore, you say, “Don’t stop.”
This spurs on Nanami’s movements even more. His thrusts gain momentum and the sound of skin against skin gets louder when he speeds up. Your eyes roll back into your skull and you whimper as he drills into you. He takes both of your wrists and pins your arms to the mattress and, though he’s not being super rough, the idea of him having complete control turns you on even more.
“Fuck, baby, I’m…” You don’t fully get the words out before another orgasm washes over your body.
Nanami lets out a low moan as he continues thrusting. “There you go.” He encourages you as you coat his dick in your cum. He doesn’t even feel his own orgasm coming until it hits him like a brick wall. His dick twitches inside of you and the next thing he knows, he’s filling your pussy up with his own cum, and both of your juices mix until they’re indiscernible from one another. He doesn’t stop until you’re left a breathless, shaking mess underneath him and until his dick starts hurting from overstimulation.
He finally pulls out and rubs your back until your body is fully relaxed. It takes a minute for you to come down from your high, but when you do, an almost serene smile spreads across your face. Nanami massages your lower back and then your thighs before he places a kiss on your back and gets off the bed.
you’re laid flat on your stomach, where he has two large hands digging into the small dip of your back. He’d already fucked you out, so now with every dragged curl of his hips, it feels ten times longer. He’d go slow before increasing speed.
Sweat is dripping down your body and wetting your hair. He does that lopsided full grin of his and brushes his own sweat droplets from his forehead, before shifting weight completely to his palms and slamming down almost fully parallel to your body. You were pinned. Your walls tugged against the length of him, massaging his cock in a way no fist can. You were tight but so fucking wet, and with every slap of his forgotten balls you get closer and closer to what,, your 4th orgasm?
“H-ah fuck! Oh m’god Ko-“
The bed rocks with every roll, your chin slowly falls with the weight of your head, and your eyes droop inconsistently. You start to mumble to no one into the covers.
“Mmph, fills s’gud,” you’d whine.
“Just hold out for me alright baby? You’re takin’ it like a fucking champ.”
He adjusts one hand to disperse along the whole portion of your back, allowing him to grab one arm and fold it into his hold. He copied the movements for the other while your hips naturally rise. You, him, and the bed bullied the supporting wall together, causing scratch marks of dark grey to stain it. With the loss of cognizance, you didn’t notice how he wasn’t as horizontal anymore, but was pressed more on his knees. The strength he even has to do that is insane— and honestly, you wish you could admit it—but you were too distracted by the slight upward angle this entailed.
If your eyes weren’t rolled back, they were now. Your jaw hung slack when they first shot wide, portraying on your face the exact feeling of ecstasy that ran through your veins. Bokuto noticed how you became stagnant for just a split second. Idle, even.
You then shivered and shook as you sporadically pushed your hips back in an escape. Of course, this was futile with no arms.
“H-Oh my fucking god Kotarō,” your voice was higher than he’d ever heard it.
He just roughed you up towards him, grabbing you by the fat of your ass connecting to your hips, and slipped himself back in like nothing happened. When you tried to wiggle away, you successfully got him to let one hand loose, but the consequence was that one shoulder was on the bed and the other wasn’t, so now your neck was craning to look at him by the side in doggy.
Thrusting into you in a new position where there was nothing left of his dick to see, you could’ve screamed. There was no buildup or anything, he hit the same spot about twice a second, but you were out of energy. In this moment he sacrificed speed for power. With a mindless, animalistic groan, you pushed against him from inside and came. The mixed-haired man smiled once white started to peek out whenever he thrusted. Your ass stained red along with your tightly held wrist.
So you laid there and took it all instead, half mentally here and half not. He only laughed that boisterous laugh from behind you and forced your hips down. They’d ricochet off, then return with momentum. It was hot and wet, a lewd scene with your mixed sounds and his loud grunts. And you know when Bokuto wants something, he goes all out.
He knew you knew the safe word, and he knew you knew when to use it; therefore, he’d fuck you until you could barely think. You loved it.
Bitches will call Geto ugly then pull out the nastiest screenshots from JJK 0, like no babe pull out his scenes from season 1 (i know it’s kenjaku but ykwim) and season 2 😭
I saw someone say that he’s carried by fan art and I was confused because are we watching the same show ???
warnings: breeding kink, creampie, cervix fucking, just nasty stuff ig
author’s note: trying a new post aesthetic sooo hopefully you like it :) also i’m trying to be more consistent with posting on here so here you go
word count: 200+ (?)
Despite his intimidating aura and his even more intimidating cursed technique, Choso is a family man. He loves his brothers – may their souls rest in peace – and he loves you, his wife. However, even with this deep love for his family, he feels like something is missing. Something that only you can provide him.
Choso has you pressed underneath his weight, your smaller frame squished between his rock-hard muscle and the mattress. Your legs are wrapped around his waist as he slams into you.
“Choso…” You start, but your sentence is interrupted by a moan as he knocks the wind out of you. His dick bullies your cervix and every sharp thrust makes you scream in pleasure. He’s silent and focused, only letting out the occasional grunt when your pussy squeezes around him. Your fingernails dig into the pale skin on his back, littering it with long, red streaks.
His dick twitches in you for the umpteenth time tonight, and he lets out a low moan as he cums inside of you. The two of you have lost count of how many orgasms he’s had tonight, the only reminder being the slick, white cum that seeps out of your pussy and onto the mattress. He doesn’t stop though. He pushes through his orgasm and fucks you harder.
“Just… one… more…” He moans in your ear. “I need to fill you up.”
Yuji Itadori x Reader: Protector (Jujutsu Kaisen) (Part 3)
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/miyahchan/683632993653407744/yuji-itadori-x-reader-protector-jujutsu-kaisen
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/miyahchan/690357281008844800/yuji-itadori-x-reader-protector-jujutsu-kaisen?source=share
Author’s Note: It’s been a super long time since I’ve posted on here and I know this part is wayyyyy overdue. Life and college has been whooping my ass but now I’m finally at a point where I can focus on doing what I like to do :) So here’s part three of the “Protector” series! This part is definitely the longest part so far since it’s more plot heavy.
Synopsis: Yuji finally convinces you to take a trip to see your parents after years of no contact. However, the day takes a turn for both the better and the worst.
The drive to the outskirts of the city was a long one, one where you spent the entire time staring out the window and listening to whatever song came on the radio.
Yuji drove the entire time – even though you insisted on the two of you taking turns – seemingly enjoying the ride more than you were. He was always the one to find joy in the mundane things in life and, in a way, you envied it. While he seemed content with the situation at hand, you shifted in your seat with every mile that passed by.
You weren’t exactly sure how Yuji convinced you to do this.
You remembered his words from that one night, the night you tried to push to the back of your brain: “Your parents hated you, you were all alone, and your life was just one screw up after another!”
Those words only made this situation even more ironic, especially considering Yuji’s sudden change of opinion regarding your parents.
“Seeing your parents again might help you get over everything in the past. And I’ll be there to support you, so you don’t have to worry about anything.” Was what Yuji said a few days ago and, while you did find the switch up odd, you chalked up his past remarks to pure desperation at the thought of you leaving him.
That’s how you found yourself here, on a road trip to go visit your parents.
You arrived at the motel first; it was a shady place on the side of the road, but the two of you figured it would do for one night. You two checked in and Yuji brought the luggage in, like the true gentleman he was.
You remained quiet, finding yourself stuck as you sit on the edge of the crusty bed. Of course, your boyfriend noticed your disposition.
“Are you okay?” Yuji dropped a suitcase at the foot of the bed and took a seat beside you.
Instinctively, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a huff. “What if we just turned back around?”
“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”
“We could go back to my place, cuddle up and watch a movie, and… other things.” Your mind wandered to a scenario that was much better than the one you two were currently in.
Yuji hummed. “While I would love nothing more than to be cuddled up with you right now, I would just be helping you run away from your problems.”
“Well, technically, we’re running to my problems.” You got up and started pacing back and forth in the room. “I don’t even understand why I have to do this.”
Yuji just watched you pace, not wanting to add to your distress. “If we’re going to be together for the rest of our lives, we should get rid of our baggage. I don’t want you stressing about your family situation forever.”
Now that you thought about it, you never knew anything about Yuji’s past. You figured he wasn’t close to his parents since he never mentioned them, but he’d never mentioned anything about who he was before he met you. It was like Yuji just appeared one day, crafted specifically for you. You figured he was right about this situation though, like he always was. You had to face your fears, even if those fears caused you years and years of trauma.
The 30-minute drive to your childhood home felt like 30 hours and your dread only grew when you finally pulled into the front yard. In front of you was a blue, country home surrounded by an acre of land. A beat-up truck – one that you instantly recognized as your father’s – was parked in front of the house also. Everything was exactly how you remembered it, down to the dirty white fence that surrounded the house and even the tire swing on the tree in the front yard that laid unused for years.
Yuji got out of the car first and you followed begrudgingly, all the way to the front door that you had to force yourself to knock on. You prayed that no one opened the door, that no one was even home, but that prayer fell on deaf ears when the door slowly creaked open and revealed a familiar face – your mother.
Like the house, your mother looked the exact same as you remembered, though a bit more aged. She looked just like you, down to the eyes and the hair, like you’d walked through a time machine and got transported a few decades into the future. She was the first one to break the silence between the three of you.
“(Y/N)?” Her voice was soft, a tone that felt so foreign to your ears.
You weren’t exactly sure what to say, so you squeaked out a mere, “Hi… mom.” But you weren’t expecting to be pulled into your mom’s sweater as she engulfed you in a hug. You were stiff at first, but you let go and let yourself melt into her touch.
“Come in. Your dad’s gonna be so happy to see you.” She murmured into your hair and, before you knew it, you and Yuji were being escorted into the house.
The house seemed cozier than you remembered. It was adorned in warm tones of brown and as you walked through the living room, the couch was littered with cozy blankets and the walls were decorated with framed photos, a few of them being some pictures of you growing up. Yuji trailed closely behind you with an almost childlike fascination, his brown eyes taking in every detail of your childhood home. It was an intimate experience, to say the least, letting him dive headfirst into your past.
Your mother brought you two into the dining room before leaving you two alone and wandering off to another part of the house. A faint smell of meat wafted in from the kitchen, and you remembered how hungry you were from the long drive there.
“So,” You looked at Yuji, who was still taking in the environment. “How are you feeling?”
“I think I’m supposed to be asking you that.” Yuji leaned closer to you. “How are you feeling?”
“I feel… good, I guess.” That wasn’t necessarily a lie. Seeing your mother was nice and being back here was even nicer, but you couldn’t get rid of the nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach. While your brain attempted to forget all the things you went through here, your body made sure you remembered. “It’s so much different than I remember, though. Mom used to hate decorating, but now she’s made the place her own.” Your eyes scanned all the knick-knacks that she had placed on the shelves, and you wondered why everything changed after you left.
Before you could entertain that thought, the sound of footsteps on the wooden floors echoed through the house –two pairs of footsteps, to be exact. Your mother entered the room, followed by someone else – your father.
Your father, like your mother, looked the same as you remembered. You didn’t resemble your dad at all, though you did pick up your more reserved, independent nature from him. You didn’t have many memories with your dad, as he spent most of his time working, a trait that you inherited as well.
“(Y/N).” Was all he said before he focused his attention on Yuji. “You brought a guest.”
You realized you hadn’t properly introduced Yuji to your parents and figured this was the perfect time to do so. “Yeah, um, this is Yuji, my boyfriend.”
“Nice to meet you two.” Yuji reached out to shake your dad’s hand, which your dad surprisingly accepted. Perfect, you thought, work your charm.
Your dad took a seat at the head of the table and your mom excused herself to the kitchen. “So, how long have you two been dating?” You never imagined that you’d be in a situation where your father would be interrogating your boyfriend, but here you were.
“We’ve been together for almost 10 months.” Yuji took initiative in the conversation. “She’s a great girl.”
Your father let out a grunt of approval and, though you expected more questioning, he didn’t continue. It was odd. Your mother ran back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, bringing in plates, silverware, and, finally, pots of food.
“I wasn’t expecting company today but thankfully, this should be enough.” She went around the table, fixing everyone their own portion of food. She’d made pot roast and mashed potatoes, one of your favorite meals coincidentally.
Yuji dug into his meal before you could even pick up your fork. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a homecooked meal like this, especially from your mom. Dinner began with everyone eating in silence except for the sound of clinking silverware. Mom’s pot roast melted on your tongue, and you let out a sigh. This was nice.
“So, how was the ride?” Your mother asked, taking the tiniest nibbles from her plate.
“It was nice.” You hated small talk.
“I’ve never been out the city before so it was a pretty cool experience.” Yuji, on the other hand, was a master at it. “I’ve seen more trees today than I’ve seen in my whole life.” He rambled on. Your mother giggled at his response and your father only stared him down.
“Never took my daughter for the city type.” You heard your dad mutter.
Like you would know anything about me, you thought. “I love the city. You get tired of grass and bugs, y’know?” You rubbed it in, and you felt even more gratified when your father only cut his eyes at you with no rebuttal.
“You did always have big dreams.” Your mother said. “I’m sure you’ve been making them come true out there, haven’t you?”
“Well, I’m a nurse now. It was a hard road with school and everything, but I did it.” You glanced at Yuji, who stared at you with adoring eyes. You could be talking about yourself all day and his admiration wouldn’t waver.
“Nursing?” For a second, shock was spread across your mother’s face. If you blinked, you would’ve missed it. To be fair, a lot of people who faced the things you faced in this house wouldn’t be in such a good position, but you worked hard, even if that hard work was driven by hatred for your parents. Though, as much as the hatred for your parents had been burning in your soul for years, in their presence now, you couldn’t find it.
By the time dinner wrapped up, the sun was starting to set in the sky and everyone dispersed from the dining table. While your parents stayed in the kitchen, you had Yuji by the hand as you took him room to room. You showed him the room with the grand piano that your parents wanted you to learn so bad, the backyard where you used to have chickens until they escaped from their pen and ran away, and finally, the two of you went upstairs and you opened the door to your childhood bedroom.
It was exactly how you left it all those years ago, though it had clearly been cleaned up, making you wonder who was spending time in it after you left. For a teenager, your room had been surprisingly bare. There were no posters, no artwork, not even curtains on the windows. There was just a bed, a tv stand, and a rigid bookcase with books that you didn’t even remember reading. You’d begged your parents to let you design your room the way you wanted to, but they were always too busy to accommodate you. And, after walking through a house decorated from top to bottom, seeing your drab room was a slap in the face.
“I can’t believe this is where I spent all my time growing up.” You sighed, letting yourself crash onto the mattress. At least your bed was comfortable. Yuji crashed beside you and let out a yawn.
“Yeah, this country stuff kinda sucks.”
You laughed. “That’s not what you told my parents.”
He laughed along with you. “I wanted your parents to like me, ok?” He propped himself up on his elbow. “But I’m enjoying myself. Sure, it’s a lot of bugs and it stinks a little, but I like seeing where you grew up.”
“Well, next time we go on a trip, we’re visiting your parents.”
Yuji paused for a second, and you feared that you accidentally hit a sensitive spot in him, but he returned to his normal, happy demeanor and, instead, placed a kiss on your lips. “Whatever you say.” He whispered against your lips. He tried to pull away, but you cradled his face and brought him in for another kiss. You then placed your hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back and then straddled him. It felt great having someone as strong and built as Yuji under you, letting you do whatever you wanted.
You slipped your tongue into his mouth with little resistance and the kiss grew even more passionate. You felt yourself start to grind against Yuji, almost against your will, and his hands gripped your hips, only encouraging your movements. You felt him harden beneath you, and this only spurred you on.
Finally, he was able to pull away and he groaned. “Are you sure you wanna do this? Here?”
“We can be quick.” You punctuated it with a slow roll of your hips and Yuji’s eyes rolled back. “I promise.”
“Fine. Just… let me touch you.” He peeled your shirt off your torso, and then your bra was next. He fondled your breasts, using his thumbs to rub circles over your perky nipples. You let out a soft sigh at these little movements, but your sighs turned into moans when he latched his mouth onto them, sucking and licking at the soft flesh. He flipped you over, pinning you underneath his body as he continues his assault on your chest. Your panties were getting wetter by the second, and your prayers were answered when his mouth traveled down your torso and to the edge of your pants.
Your pants were the next to go and soon, Yuji was face to face with your clothed pussy, your wetness already soaking through your panties and leaving a sticky stain. Yuji’s eyes went dark as he licked a stripe up the fabric, teasing both you and him. You knew he wanted to dig right in, but he held himself back. He kissed your clit through the cloth, his eyes staying on you as you whined and writhed around on the sheets.
“Baby… please…” You breathed out, wanting – no, needing – more.
Yuji slid your panties to the side and dipped his tongue between your folds. You let out a yelp and then clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the moans that spilled out as Yuji finally gave you what you needed. His tongue slid up to and over your clit, lavishing it with slow, purposeful licks.
Oh god…
He threw your legs over his broad shoulders and his hands stilled your shaking legs, gripping your thighs so tight that you knew he would leave bruises. He alternated between licks on your clit and capturing it between his lips and giving it a harsh suck, both of which had you seeing stars. Your words and moans turned into an incoherent mess, and you pressed your hand even harder onto your face, so hard that you feared you would accidentally suffocate yourself. Yuji released one of your thighs and brought his hand between your legs. He slipped a finger into your pussy and then a second when you grinded against his mouth. The hand that covered your mouth shot down to grip his pink hair as you felt pleasure building up within you. His mouth working on your clit and his fingers rubbing against your g-spot was enough to push you over the edge.
You came all over his mouth and fingers, your body shuddering as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure took over it. You didn’t know what noise escaped from your mouth but you felt Yuji rush to smash his lips against yours with a light chuckle. “We have to be quiet, remember?” He whispered. You didn’t even respond – you only closed your eyes and let yourself relax in Yuji’s hold. He cradled the back of your head as he kissed you passionately. “You taste so good…” He hummed, and he slipped his tongue between your lips to let you taste yourself.
Your eyes fluttered open as you felt your legs being thrown back over your boyfriend’s shoulders and you let out a gasp as you felt Yuji’s dick slide into you. You were surprised every time – he was so huge, but a perfect fit at the same time. You let out a breathy moan as he pulled all the way out and then filled you up again. This position lets him hit the perfect spot effortlessly, and you let out pitiful whimpers as he makes love to you.
He folded you in half as he leaned down to capture your lips yet again, swallowing your moans, and when you arched your back, he bullied himself deeper inside of you. At this point, your mind was numb and your body was on fire. Every touch made your body go crazy but, as overwhelming as it was, you couldn’t get enough. He fucks you faster, making the bed creak beneath your weight, but the thought of getting caught is pushed to the back of your brain. His tip prods at your g-spot with every thrust and, with a particularly hard one, you find yourself falling apart yet again. You creamed all over his dick as another orgasm overcame you, your toes curling and your thighs shaking underneath his firm grasp.
Yuji comes right after you, the feeling of your pussy twitching around him pushing him to his limit. A harsh breath escapes him as he fills you up, so much that his cum seeps out from your pussy and ends up on the thin sheets beneath you. He leans down and plants soft kisses on your neck as you both come down from your high, and your hand travels to fiddle with the pink hair on his nape.
You really didn’t want this moment to end.
After tossing your clothes back on and sneaking back downstairs like nothing happened, the rest of the night goes relatively well. Everyone ended up in the living room, where your mother whipped out some photo albums and passed them around, and your father even made conversation with Yuji and they talked about typical guy stuff that didn’t interest you in the slightest. You couldn’t imagine the last time that you had talked to your parents without yelling or fussing – maybe right before you turned 15 – but this was nice.
Nighttime came quickly and as you and Yuji prepared to leave, you felt a hand wrap around your arm and you turned only to see your mother. “Just a minute of your time before you go?” She asks. You turn to Yuji, who is preoccupied talking to your father, then turn back to your mother and, with a simple nod, you’re following her to the foyer.
“I’m so glad you came to see us.” She speaks so low that she’s almost whispering.
“I’m… glad I came. Really.” You rub the back of your neck awkwardly, but before you can react, she’s hugging you for the second time that night. She smells sweet and citrusy, like a perfectly ripe tangerine. It reminded you of summertime as a kid, when you would run around in the backyard and entertain yourself for hours on end.
“I’m so sorry.” She whispers into your ear.
The words catch you off guard and you stiffen up.
She takes a wavering breath and you feel a wetness on your shoulder. Was she-?
“I didn’t mean to push you away. We didn’t.” Her voice shakes and you feel your eyes begin to sting. You bury your face on the sleeve of her dress. “I didn’t realize how much we messed up until you were gone.” She continues. “This house is empty without you here. We need you here.”
The material of her dress muffles your soft cries. “I… I forgive you.” You breathe and then take another sharp breath. You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear those words until now, and the words hit you hard. Your mind went back to the little kid who only wanted her mommy, and the teenager who hoped her parents would beg her to stay instead of leave. “I forgive you, okay?” All the years of arguing and butting heads didn’t exist in that moment – all you wanted was your mom and dad.
The ride back to the motel with Yuji was quiet and the silence remained all the way to bedtime. He was already in bed when you joined him, slipping under the cheap sheets and immediately snuggling up to his muscular frame. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.
“So, how did you like it? Today, I mean.” His voice is lower than usual, and you know he’s about to fall asleep soon.
“It was better than I expected.” You said. Yuji lets out a soft “mhm”, urging you to continue. “But I need to talk to you about something.”
“I’m all ears.” His response was slow.
“So, I talked to my mom before we left. She apologized for everything, which is crazy to me. She cried. I cried. The whole shebang.”
“I figured.” He shifts under you. “The two of you wander off and then come back with puffy eyes. I knew something had to happen.” He kisses your forehead. “That’s great though, babe.”
You let out a huff. “That’s not it.” You sit up to look Yuji face to face. His eyes are half closed, but they’re still focused on you. “She said they need me there and… I’m not sure how to feel. What if I…” You pause for a moment and then shake your head. “Never mind.”
“No, tell me.”
You take a moment to process your thoughts. “What if I moved closer to them? So I could see them more often? I know it sounds crazy but I felt so good about today.”
At this, Yuji is silent, and you think he finally succumbed to his sleepiness. Then, he speaks. “You would uproot your entire life and move out here?” Oddly enough, his tone isn’t judgmental, but genuinely curious.
“Honestly, I’m thinking about it.” You admit.
“I know it’s not about me, but what about us? We’d have to do long distance. I’d barely get to see you.”
“It’s not that long of a distance.” With every second that you entertain the thought of moving closer to home, the better the plan sounds. “I think we could do it.”
Silence fills the room yet again, and you prepare yourself for a rebuttal from your boyfriend. But, instead, he mutters, “Whatever makes you happy. We’ll figure it out.”
You can’t stop yourself from kissing him in the dark and when you hear his breath become heavy, you know he’s asleep. You crawl off him and rest on your own stiff pillow before sleep overtakes you as well.
Yuji woke up that night at 3 in the morning, drenched in a cold sweat. He didn’t know what woke him up, but he felt restless, despite falling asleep fairly quick earlier. He glanced at you. Your sleeping frame rose up and down with every soft breath you took, and your barely audible snores were the only thing to be heard in the motel room. Even in your sleep, you were perfect.
He remembered the conversation before he fell asleep. He remembered the joy laced in your voice as you revealed your plan to move back home. He remembered the way you dismissed his feelings toward it. He remembered how he held back on how he really felt, and just went along with it.
How could you jeopardize your relationship for your parents? Parents that didn’t want a relationship with you? Parents that didn’t bother to make amends until you showed up at their door?
He regretted bringing you there and, while he acknowledged that it might be irrational, he was angry that you would be so willing to throw him away for them.
Yuji didn’t know why he threw on his clothes and snuck out the motel room. He didn’t know why he cranked up the car and drove back to the farmhouse. And he didn’t know why he popped open his trunk and pulled out a crowbar before sneaking around the house and slipping inside through a window that was oh-so-carelessly left open.
The house was entirely different, now adorned with shadows and moonlight that slipped in through the windows. Yuji was careful with his steps, remembering how the old floorboards creaked when walked on with too much pressure. He passed through the dining room first, the table that was covered in plates and pots of food now bare and wiped clean, and then he passed through the living room, which was less homely at night, before he tip toed up the stairs.
The upstairs was quaint compared to downstairs, so your parents’ bedroom was a breeze to find. Yuji pressed his ear against the door and held his breath – an almost comically loud snore could be heard inside, but nothing else that alarmed him. He turned the doorknob and slowly slid the door open. Your parents were statues in the bed, blissfully unaware of his presence. He crept to the side of their bed and stands over your mother. You even sleep the same as her, he notes.
He raised his crowbar and prepared to strike her, then he lowered it again.
This felt familiar.
It was familiar, he remembered. A memory flashed in his brain, but it wasn’t his.
He stood on the side of a bed, but instead of your mother being the one in bed, it was a little boy. The boy slept peacefully, the covers pulled over his head and the only thing peeking out being strands of pink hair. He looked down at his hands. Well, they weren’t his anymore. Thick black stripes – tattoos, he assumed – circled his wrists and, instead of a crowbar, the hands held a knife, which was already drenched in blood. He knew who these hands belonged to – his father.
He – no, his father – runs the knife across the bedsheets, over the boy’s sleeping form. The blood stains the sheets as it travels up to the boy’s head and when it reaches it, the hand raises the knife for a second, but it shakes and drops the knife. The knife, thankfully, lands on the floor and there’s no attempt to pick it back up. The boy was spared. His father sits on the floor beside the bed, watching as the boy continues to sleep with no knowledge of the horrors he was almost succumbed to. His father glances at the knife and retrieves it again but he doesn’t turn it on the boy this time.
The out of body experience comes to an end and Yuji stumbles back as he comes back to reality, and he catches himself before he can crash into the wall. He tries to catch his breath as he looks around. Your parents are still in bed, the crowbar is still in his hand, and he’s still at the farmhouse. Why did that happen? He didn’t remember much about his father, except…
His grip on the crowbar tightens and he focuses on the task at hand. He had to do this. It was in his blood.
He raises the crowbar over your mother and, unlike his father, he brings it down.
The next morning, Yuji wakes up in the motel room. He doesn’t remember how he got there, but he’s glad nonetheless. You’re not in bed, but he hears movement in the bathroom. He’s happy that you’re not there to see him; he doesn’t know how he’s going to look you in your face after last night.
He heard your phone ring in the bathroom, and he heard you answer it. Your voice was inaudible through the bathroom door, but he heard you gasp and your tone became serious. He heard you hang up the phone and the door swung open. You stood in the doorway, your face blank.
“What’s wrong?” Yuji asked.
You hesitated before saying, “You remember my coworker that stood me up?”
Yuji’s face dropped and he felt his heart hammering in his chest. “Yeah, I remember you telling me about him.”
“Well,” You started putting on your clothes and packing your suitcase. “He got attacked. They’re saying he’s been in a coma for a few days.”
・✶ ｡ﾟyuuta wants to try a different way to pull your pleasure out of you.
♱ warnings — toy use, f!reader, vibrators, praise, fingering, aged!up.
♱ note — just here 2 drop some yuuta b4 i run away again 2 try make myself feel better .
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“tell me how it feels.” yuuta asks from where he’s kneeling between your spread thighs, he’s breathing as heavy as you are and you can make out the uncomfortable looking bulge in his sweats even with your mind so thick with pleasure.
but he still pays no mind to it when he lets the tiny vibrator press deeper into your clit, he only groans sharp when he feels your walls squeeze around the two fingers he’s got sinking in and out of your plush cunt.
“tell me, baby. does it feel good?” his voice is sweet despite the undercurrent of desperation it carries, he even lets you breathe for a few moments to answer as he pulls away the small toy that’s rocking pleasurable vibrations through your cunt.
“yes.. f-feels so good.” you’re whining at the loss, humping yourself so desperately onto yuuta’s fingers and he gives you a pleased, softer smile before he’s pushing against the swollen spots inside of you. he shuffles for a second, probably due to the uncomfortable strain of his cock and the way he’s leaking into the fabric but then you whimper, so breathless and pretty, and suddenly his attention is back on you, like it ever left.
“you’re so pretty.” it’s whispered under his breath and not said with any intention of anyone hearing, but it’s matter of fact and earnest and spoken with a fondness that makes you moan when you feel him trail the plastic vibrator back between your folds.
“please—ah—don’t stop.” you’re almost begging, like he’d ever deprive you of anything you’ve ever wanted — you have him wrapped around your pretty fingers but yuuta doesn’t care when he presses his digits deeper into your cunt and he feels you quiver around his skin.
“i wont.. i want to make you cum, baby.” you’re so mindless, breathing deep as your lungs and body quake with every inhale you take while he circles the toy around your clit, angling his fingers up into you with purpose, promise. “mmm.. you’re close, aren’t you?”
he can tell, he can feel the way your clit is growing firmer under the toys vibrations and every deep press of his fingers into your cunt is loud, wet as he twists his wrist and feels the intoxicating squeeze of your cunt around his digits that makes his cock throb, like it’s craving that same feeling.
“give it to me, pretty. come on, you’re doing s-so good.” his words catch as his voice breaks into something a little needier, breathier as he watches your fingers twist in the sheets beneath him and your hips twist at his touch. you’re panting out sweet little pleas of his name and yuuta thinks he could cum untouched if he really focused on it.
he lets the small piece of plastic catch under the hood of your clit, and your back arches at the sudden burst of bliss that warms along your thighs when he lets the vibrations grow stronger — more ruthless. making you quake and stiffen as he grinds his fingers into you before your thighs clasp shut around his wrist.
yuuta groans with your first cry of his name, feeling your pussy clench around him as you hump yourself mindlessly against his fingers and chase the vibrations that only seem to leave you breathless. he’s drinking you up, prolonging your blissful state with parted lips and a blown gaze that almost cuts into you with how needy it looks.
his fingers tremble with their next thrust into you and his hold on the vibrator turns shaky as he leans in closer to you, pressing his thighs against your skin as he lets himself bask in the fluttering pull of your pussy.
“see, you did so good.. i can’t wait to feel you.” you can barely hear yuuta’s words over the ringing in his ears and the way he’s almost babbling, needy mumbles under him breath as the back and forth rock of your hips slow and he feels out of you to squeeze at your thighs.
he almost sways when he pushes himself up but his hold on the vibrator is still firm when he pulls down his sweats, sighing when he feels the cool air roll over the sensitive glands of his cock as it jumps at the sexual freedom.
“we should keep using this. i wanna see you cum like that again, baby.”
