okay but what do we think about superhero!gojo as your exâboyfriend because he chose the world over you every time and supervillain!suguru as your current boyfriend because he'd watch the world burn down as long as you're okay
rin was nonchalant and calm. he never spoke unless needed, and wasn't interested in girls. until you, that was. his pretty bestfriend. you got him like this, hard cock leaking pre-cum as he bites his lip while the ice cold breeze in his room grazes his tip, "haah.." breathless moans escape as he struggles to stay quiet. morning light seeps through the curtains, illuminating the lewd scenes happening in his room oh ever so slightly. he throws his head back, fighting the moans he wants to so badly let out. "fâfuck.." he whimpers. drool leaves his lips, dripping down onto his pretty flustered tip as he continues to stroke. all he can picture is you. your pretty little face as it scrunches up when you smile, your cheers when he scores a goal, and the fat of your ass peeking out of your mini shorts that he could've sworn you wore for him. schlk schlk schlk. "sâso close.. needâfuckâmore." rin picks up pace, his fist working faster up and down his cock, pre leaking out with every movement. as soon as he's right there, he stops. his legs twitch at the sudden loss of stimulation. "need you s'bad, baby.." he flutters his eyes shut as he prepares to continue, fist pumping slow as he starts up again then moving faster and faster. "pleaseâfuck! i'll be such a good boy f'you.." his jaw slacks ever so slightly as he moans out for you. he reaches his climax faster than the first time, cum spilling out of his twitching cock as it leaks onto his stomach and hands. he huffs breathlessly, drool slightly leaking out of his mouth.
an; sorry for disappearing.. again𼚠promise ill write more!! i have many more ideas flooding into my little brain
house husband!suguru geto who ditched the sorcerer life after marrying you, you really helped him realize that it wasn't good for him and that he shouldn't feel guilty about it.
house husband!suguru geto who tried to find for a normal job, but nothing felt better than waiting for you to come back after a mission with a tasty dinner and a warm bath together.
house husband!suguru geto who got stressed the first few months, you were still taking high grade missions. once, you came a day later than what you said and he stormed in jujutsu tech, making a scene about your own safety.
house husband!suguru geto who convinced you to take safer missions, and you easily agreed. they had satoru for the harder missions and in this way you could return sooner to your home, to him.
house husband!suguru geto who perfected his cooking skills too fast, making more elaborated dinners each time. his favorite part was seeing your reaction, showering him on praises and kisses, because he always makes you feel like the luckiest wife in the world.
house husband!suguru geto who keeps a little notebook where he writes down what meals you liked best, what ingredients made you smile, and even what you said when you tasted them. thereâs a tiny doodle of you next to every recipe, always with stars in your eyes.
house husband!suguru geto who loves the routine of waking up beside you, giving you a long kiss, not caring about your complains about morning breath. then getting up, making breakfast together and preparing your lunch. getting ready together, you for work and him to run errands downtown.
house husband!suguru geto who picks up small hobbies to fill the quiet hours while youâre away. pottery, calligraphy, tending to a balcony garden. heâs shockingly patient with plants. he names the herbs after curses heâs exorcised before, a bit of old irony to make himself laugh.
house husband!suguru geto who still wakes from old dreams sometimes, the kind that smell like blood and smoke. but when he rolls over and sees you sleeping beside him, he remembers that he doesnât need to go back. that peace doesnât mean weakness. that heâs allowed to be soft.
house husband!suguru geto who insists on doing laundry because he loves the scent of your uniform detergent, loves the intimacy of folding your clothes, smoothing the creases with his fingers like heâs brushing off the tension you carry.
house husband!suguru geto who meets up with shoko every now and then, not to talk about jujutsu, but to ask her about vitamins, self-care, stress management â all the small ways to make sure you donât burn out like he did.
house husband!suguru geto who takes you on quiet weekend trips to hot springs or little rural towns, pretending youâre just another couple, no curses, no duties. he carries your bag, holds your hand, and acts like heâs never once fought for his life.
house husband!suguru geto who used to pace the house every hour you were gone. now he channels that restless energy into something gentle: cooking, cleaning, reading, organizing. sometimes heâll stand by the window, murmuring quiet blessings into the wind, not because he believes in divine protection, but because it helps him breathe.
house husband!suguru geto who, when you get home, has learned to read the look in your eyes (tired, angry or relieved) and knows exactly whether you need a long kiss, a joke or silence and tea.
house husband!suguru geto who never stops being proud of you, but whoâs also a little selfish. every time you step out the door, he wishes the world would slow down and let him keep you safe a little longer.
house husband!suguru geto who lets you talk about sorcery openly. he doesnât flinch when you mention the uglier parts. he wants you to be able to lay it all out without pretending. he knows pretending only breeds resentment.
house husband!suguru geto who sometimes trains with you in the yard, just for fun. his form is still precise, his cursed energy still terrifyingly steady, but when you spar, he lets you win. not because you need it, but because watching you glow with satisfaction feels better than any victory.
and when you come home late, exhausted and quiet, he always leaves the porch light on. not for safety, you donât need that. itâs for the simple, human magic of coming home to warmth, to the man who chose to stop fighting so he could learn what peace feels like with you.
suguru geto masterlist a/n: i could write so many things about this oh gawd
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âthis blog is an academy rivalry au, featuring blue lock characters as students of st. luxvenin; tangled in ambition, grudges, and the occasional forbidden romance.
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WELCOME TO ST. LUXVENIN ACADEMY â HOUSE ALTAIR â HOUSE VESPER
ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]
details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)
A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)
áŻâ âGUN
Gunâs back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. Heâs already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.
âLet me,â he growls softly, his grip tightening as if heâs about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure.Â
âNot tonight,â you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. âTonight, you donât get to be in charge.â
His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesnât move, doesnât fight youânot yet. Heâs too curious, too caught off guard by the way youâre looking at him, with a calm determination that heâs not used to. He doesnât let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.
âJust let me take care of you,â you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if heâs not sure he can trust himself to let go.
Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.
âJust relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.
He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if heâs about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. âNo,â you insist gently, but firmly. âYou get to relax tonight. Relax.â You put emphasis on the last word.
He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyesâwanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesnât fight you, doesnât try to take back control, and thereâs something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if heâs never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.
As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.
You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.
âYouâre doing so well,â you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he canât bear to look at you while heâs like thisâlaid bare, completely exposed. Thereâs a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.
Every sound he makesâevery low, breathy moan, every ragged gaspâfeels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control heâs always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.
Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way youâve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he tremblesâjust a little, just enough to let you know that youâve cracked that icy exterior.
His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until heâs gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he canât control.
When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, thereâs no pretense leftâjust raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.
You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power heâd let slip away.
And maybe, just maybe, heâs okay with that.
áŻâ âGOO
Goo shouldâve known better. Maybe he wouldnât have said yes if heâd realized things would end up here, or perhaps if heâd actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldnât have been so... brutal.
It started with a simple requestâyou wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, âNext time.â So, this time, you decided to make sure heâd regret that.
You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard itâthe click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.
âAlright then,â he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. âLetâs see what you got, boss.â
You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. âStay,â you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.
âOh, Iâm so scared,â he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.
You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. âI mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?â
You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. âOâOkay, whatever you say, sugar,â he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.
You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.
âYouâre gonna listen, right?â you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.
âYes,â he replied, but it wasnât steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.
âGood,â you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.
He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.
âStill think this is funny?â you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.
Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.
âNâNo,â he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.
You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.
His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cockâagonizingly slow at thatâand when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.
Goo couldnât handle this. Just when he thought youâd finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, heâd hold outâyouâd move sooner or later, right?
But you didnât. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.
âPlease,â he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.
âWhat was that?â you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.
âP-Please,â he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. âFuck, Iâneed youââ
You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. âOh, now youâre begging? I thought you were the one in control.â
He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. âPlease,â he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.
You couldnât help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needyâall because of you.
âWell,â you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. âMaybe Iâll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?â you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.
âYes, yes-â he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. âIâll be good. I promise. Justâplease, just fuckinâ move.â
âAre you telling me what to do?â You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, âNâNo, sugar, âm sorryâI just-â
Oh this was just too amusing.
áŻâ âDG
Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generationâŚthe titles heâs earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.
After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?
Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.
Yet you donât stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesnât say a word, but thereâs a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.
You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didnât flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.
âYouâre not going to get to me,â he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.
You smirked, looking up at him. âIs that so?â
Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.
âMmhm,â he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldnât admit it.
Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.
âNothing to say, hm?â you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.
He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even betterâhim sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.
It makes him swallow hard, adamâs apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. âYouâll have to do better than that,â he replied, his voice tight but still steady.
Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.
âOh? So you donât mind if I just⌠keep you here like this?â you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.
His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw itâthe faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.
âThatâs... fine,â he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.
With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. âI donât think you can handle it,â you whispered against his skin. âIn fact, I think youâre going to beg.â
His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldnât give you the satisfaction of breaking. âI wonât,â he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.
You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.
âLetâs see,â you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.
Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, âPleaseâŚâ
âDidn't hear you,â you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.
âPlease,â he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in
You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadnât even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.
âSee?â you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. âI told you youâd beg.â
