Bottom!gojo because I said so and its pretty short too :p
Satoru whines, his back arching into the mattress as sukuna pounds into him, the sounds of wet smacking aiding into the lewdness of the situation when added with the whines and gasps leaving satorus lips.
Sukuna laughs loudly, his voice a contrast to satoru who waw completely undone, eyes rolled back, hair sticking to his forehead, "mmgh- slo-slow down!" The pathetic male let's out a shuddered moan.
Sukunas head tilted to the side, "really? What's wrong?" And for some odd, very odd, not him at all, reason, he slowed down.
Satoru, caught by suprise, quickly shook his head, "i-" just as he was about to speak, sukuna cut through his voice with a sharp rough thrust deep into satoru.
"Ah!" Satorus eyes widened, a loud moan escaped him, Sukuna only grinned at his body, the way it curved, the way it turned and arched for him.
"Yea, y'er so cute." He mocked, "the strongest sorcerers here, in my bed, getting railed." He described vividly, rolling his eyes, and pulled the head of his cock out only slightly just to push it back in.
"shut that cursed- ah!" Satorus eyes widened, head rolling back as sukuna began thrusting hard and quick again. "F-fuck!" Satoru gasped out, lashes wet with water from his eyes over them, his cheeks absolutely flushed.
"Yeah, I'm doing it right now." Sukuna said, the head of his cock bullying his insides, he cooed, "cmon.. say something." He whispered, leaning down into his ears. "You might bore me."
"N-" he stammered, spit dripping down his chin, "no one.. cares!" He spat on sukunas face.
Then sukuna stilled for a moment, staring down at the pathetic male he was about to devour.
His eyes narrowed.
"I'm gonna fuck you all night." He grabs a fist full of satorus hair, pulling him towards himself.
"and you're gonna take every bit."
He leaned down to satorus level and licked the drool off his chin, a cocky smirk formed on his face and the slaps got louder and faster and satorus whimpers filled the entire room.
Megumi tugs on the leash connecting to your collar, "what was that?" You involuntarily leaned forward upon the sudden force on your neck.
"...nothing." You murmured. He let out a dry chuckle, "no. You said something. Say it again." He whispered, tugging harder till he practically forces you to sit on his lap.
"I didnt-"
A sharp slap falls to your ass, making you jerk and he pulls the leash again to balance you.
"Liar."
He scoffed.
"You're just begging to be fucked like this." He looked up and down your figure shamelessly which made sense considering you were completely naked set aside for the collar on your neck and the leash in his hands.
You let out a pathetic mewl, he tugged you even closer, so much so that your face was only an inch away from his now.
He pressed your lips together to his, and placed a deep, rough kiss over them. Feeling every little twitch, every sound you made when he tugged harder and grabbed your jaw with his free hand.
"You lie to me, you're rude to me, what's next hm?" He grabs a chunk of your hair and pushes your head down to the pillow, switching your position to have you on your stomach.
"fuckin' idiot." He whispered under his breath before he teased your entrance with his cock, he felt you shudder just begging him to have it but he wasnt so merciful. he didn't put it in. Rolling it in slow circles.
"Cmon. I know you wanna beg for it." He looked down at your situation, completely messy, hair disheveled, expression almost as if you weren't even paying attention to anything other than him.
"Please.." you said, of course that wasn't enough.
"Really? Is that the best you can give me?" He let out a scoff. Then he tugged on the leash harder.
"Try again."
You whined, head pulling back at the sudden pressure. "M-meg-.. megummii.. p-pwe- ah!" His tip pressing just against your cunt, he inhaled sharply and so did you, "say it."
"Please please please p-p-l-!" Your begging turned into a mess of moans and whines when he pushed inside. Then he slid out and back in.
He chuckled softly.
"You're taking me so well, maybe you do have a use for that brain of yours." His eyes narrow down to you, hands shaking as you desperately clawed against his sheets.
He was relentless, kept going and kept going, never stopping. Your groans mixed with his dissolved into the baground.
"Who's my good little girl?" He cooed into your ear, cupping your breasts harshly, trying to pull them into his grasp and squeeze them tight.
"M-me!" You were so quick to respond it was almost embarrasing. He let out a soft chuckle, almost gentle till he thrusted in harshly once again.
"Mhm. I know." He grinned, breathing against your ear, and biting onto your ear lobe. "S-shit.." He panted. "I'm gonna come." He gulped, sweat piling on his forehead and dripping down to your hair. His grip tightened on the leash and he pulled your head back with it, your back arching impossibly.
"Inside!!" You yelled almost immidiently. Embarrasing, again. He let out a soft chuckle, watching you be so cute for him.
"Please.. pleasepleasepleaseplease...!!! Inside!! Need you inside!" You whined, cried, begged. Megumis throat went dry for a moment before he rolled his eyes back, "fuck. Fine." And he did as promised. Cumming inside you and you did as well. Watching the fluids release from your hole. slowly dripping down and ruining his bedsheets.
He admired it for a moment, and then turned your head towards him with your jaw, his lips latched onto yours, gripping tightly as the softness of his lips were met with yours.
Finally he tilted your jaw causing you to open your mouth, eyes dazed and heavy. Then he spat right into your mouth, your eyes widened it was like your tenth shot of alcohol. And you took it right in immidiently like a prize. "There, there. You can swallow it." He said awfully gently and with a mixture of condescension.
Then he pulled you down into the mattress. He took the collar off of you.
"...so.. mind telling me why you begged me to put that collar on you?" He gave you a side eye, a pink flush on his cheeks.
"It sounded fun." You let our a huff, resting your chin on his shoulder.
tw: sh mentions, gojo comforts u, angst to fluff, lmk if I missed anything :) also established relationship!
it was the same all the time.
i stood in the bathroom, eyes down to the floor as drops of crimson slid down my arm.
It didn't feel like anything unusual anymore.
It didn't feel like anything.
I almost lost count of all the slashes on my arm. The guilt had slowly faded away. The shadows of the past clinging to my back, whispering in my ears, they had grown wilder and wilder,
a part of me.
the day was warm, the suns rays spilling down and cursing the earth for perhaps using too many paper straws.
"hey!!!"
Being a sorcerer wasn't easy, and on top of that paranoia was an even greater load to my back.
"...HEY?!"
I snapped back to reality, blinking repeatedly, "oh! sorry.. were you calling me?" Nobara frowned, "are you even sleeping these days?" She asked, her hair moving to the side as she leaned forward and tilted her head.
I jumped back slightly, "huh?! Yeah haha!" I forced a smile.
It clearly wasn't fooling anyone.
Just as she opened her mouth to say something, Satorus loud voice erupted through the warm air, "you're finally here I've been waiting for- like, what? Ten minutes?!" He placed both hands on my shoulders, his fingers like spines to my back.
My shoulders stiffened, "..sorry! I was- uh I was changi-"
"You know I usually hate missions but it's with you this time, so I'm willing to make an exception for the gaku-oldman!" He grinned, placing his hands back in his pockets. Used to your quiet nature, he dragged you with him to the site.
Nobara yelled from behind, "cut her some slack!" Satoru only grinned.
The abandoned office had a scent lurking at it, something tangy, and.. disgusting.
Satoru was yapping his way along about something, until a cursed spirit lunged at us - more precisely - me. The irises of my eyes went white, I prepared my cursed technique, but I was a moment too late -
Satoru could have grabbed me and pulled me back, "pain is the best teacher of them all!" He knew it wouldn't kill me, otherwise he would've definitely stepped in.
I was pushed back, my back hit the wall, a grunt left my lips, "agh!" I yelped. The curse had ripped off the entire left side of my uniform.
I shut my eyes tightly and clutched my katana.
For a moment I was only concerned with killing off this cursed spirit, almost a hundred percent sure satoru would make me do it myself because he's a lazy prick.
But he hadn't said anything yet.
So I lifted my gaze from the ground and looked up and into his crystalline carved out of gemstone itself seeming eyes.
He wore an expression I have never seen before. This time, my hands clutched my katana for a different reason. His eyes were fixed on my arm.
The scars.
My mouth went dry.
He was staring at them. With pure horror in his eyes.
"It's-" I started, and without even looking at the curse lunging at him, he exploded it away with a single flick of his finger.
My hands were quick to come and cover my scars.
"Stop." He said, and that was all I needed.
Not really though, I wanted to cry.
The only man I've only loved, saw me.
"Why?" He asked, stepping forward slowly, and gently like even the slightest of heavy footsteps would startle me like a cat who runs away after the slightest sight of a human.
"This is not-"
"....I love you."
He said.
He dropped to his knees, the probably million dollar uniform rubbing against the dirt on the floor.
His hands gently leaned forward and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him.
I had no words.
My head rested against his shoulder, hair tickling his neck. He was quick to wrap his arms around me. "Why- I don't get it." He let out a dry laugh, devoid of humor.
"You're perfect." He whispered, pulling my face away from his shoulder only to look at it and admire it.
He removed the hair from my face.
His hands gently caressed my cheeks, my eyes began to water and tears dropped down my eyes to my cheek and further to his hands, which he wiped away slowly.
"Let's go home?" He asked, sliding his hand on my face.
But I hugged him again, tighter, harder.
And full of emotions.
I sniffled, tears spilled down my eyes to his shoulders and his shirt. "I love you too." I said between broken sobs.
Satoru hugged me right back, "there you are. There, there." He patted your head.
The walk home was quiet but not awkward-quiet, but just a silence that you needed, to know that someone was here. An unspoken truth. He would listen.
Back at home, he tucked you in bed like you were a child, ordered you your favourite ramen and snacks and everything henknew you liked, put on a comfort TV show, and cuddled up with him in the cool of the AC.
"You promise never to do it again?" He whispered.
"....I dont know." I murmured, my head against his chest. "I...I dont think I..-"
"...please." He begged. For the first time, the strongest did.
"...alright. I will try." I said, a soft sigh escaping my lips. "And come to me?" He titled his head. And I noded.
"I love you." He whispered softly.
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warnings: wlw, angst, fluff, maki being awesome and killing the whole clan, misogyny.
You were a member of the zenin clan even though you despised it, hated the clan to your core, you were nowhere near enough to leave the clan yourself. You simply couldn't. You didn't have any money, not a good technique, and worst of all, you were the awkward, insecure person who'd be too scared to ask for a tissue.
Despite your circumstances, you had become closer to Maki Zenin when you were kids, there were many time when you'd play house together, but.. something always felt off. Like none of you wanted to be the husband of the house. Probably because you both had mutually agreed to never listen to any of the men in the clan, and your hatred arised because of that, but no. There was something deeper.
You had been cleaning the floor, rubbing a white cloth which had gone grey from all the dirt collected over it. You would always remember her, she said she'd come and get you, but..
It's been so long.
I'm sure she's forgotten.
You rubbed the cloth harder against the floor, then came in the noise.
Everyone scram, people were running, there were sirens playing all around. You got up from your knees, and turned to look at the door, where the smell of burning fire came from.
You took a step back, hesitating, "what on earth is going on out there..?" You asked yourself. You looked to your left and right, wondering if there's anything that could be used as a weapon around here, if the zenin clan was under attack or if naoya was just being an ass to his mother and yelling at her again.
There was one decorative piece , and you'd sure pay a big price for touching one of the clan members staff, but you took it anyway.
Survival first!
You slid the long shiny katana out of its sheath and pointed it at the door, your hands quivering as I felt the silence stretch across the entire estate.
Then footsteps.
Slowly, a heel pressed against the floor, with an unrivaled dangerous calmness. Ypu clenched the sword tighter, as if it would stop the person from approaching.
The door slid open. Clouded by your resolve to not die in a clan full of idiotic bums, you striked the katana towards the figure infornt of you, only for it to be countered easily but the weapon held by a woman.
And that woman, you couldn't forget her even if she had been reincarnated into someone else, you wouldn't be unable to recognize her.
"Maki.." you whispered, pulling back and looking up at her figure. "..you.. what're you..doing..?" Burn marks crept all over her and her eyes seemed soulless as if someone had taken that sword with them somewhere far, far away.
Maki stepped forward, "you need to get out of here." She narrowed her eyes at you.
"What? What do you mean? What's going on??" You panicked, eyes widening as you looked into hers.
She sighed, turning her head away as if she couldn't bring herself to face you. "You won't like what's out there." Then your hands gently pressed against her cheeks, feeling the scratch of her scars beneath your skin, her eyes widened slightly looking down at you, a shuddered breath left her lips as she looked down at your concerned look.
"Your scars." You whispered, "They're.. insane. Doesn't it hurt?!"
"Obviously it does." She frowned slightly.
"That shouldn't be your concern." She reminded me. "The entire zenin clan is dead." She looked back at me.
"You think I'd care?"
You spat out, grabbing her shoulders gently.
"I waited for you." You whispered, eyes tearing up. Maki closed her eyes slowly and let out a small breath before allowing herself to be your cry pillow.
Your hands wrapped around her waist and your head pressed against her chest, maki patted your head softly, "you know i don't do hugs."
"Well you're doing one right now." You turned up and she wiped the tears off your eyes and cheek, your heart raced, unable to describe that feeling yet again.
But no one would say anything.
And she felt it too.
Her hand ruffled your hair gently, like a bit scared that you'd think she isn't tough anymore. But you were only glad you both met again, even for a moment.
A/N: guys.. I'm back.. with maki.. x reader.. and.. a.. new.. identity..
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You think Satoru Gojou hates you but he just can't stand the thoughts he gets when he's near you.
"Gojou-san, I was wondering if you could tell me where the-"
"Ugh..." He groans, eyes rolling away from yours clearly visible behind his black sunglasses.
You might think he's annoyed but all he can think is, 'wow so gorgeous, hair a bit a different today huh? I wonder how it would be if I had my fingers through them, tangling through their hair, that soft skin like a bunny and the clothes that fit her too well. Should I use my six eyes to check what's under?! No.. no I cant! Its too perverse! I c-cant.. UGH!!'
You blinked twice, one from shock the next from audacity. Yeah, I know he's the strongest doesn't mean he gets to be rude to his colleagues!
And that wasn't even the first time.
"Gojou-san! We've been assigned to the-"
"Ugh...." He narrows his eyes and looks the other way even though he could use all six of his eyes to see you even this way.
Thoughts: "I CANT LOOK!! AAAAAHG so pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, one more second and I'll come on the spot- i MEAN I'll so totally mmmmm... wow.. smells so good- UGH!"
You sighed, "...gojo-san, could it be I did something wrong?" You asked, finally deciding to confront the giant.
He turns to look at you, "Huh?" He seems genuinely confused, as if he wasn't giving off all signs that he was annoyed.
"For some reason, you're always looking at me like you hate me and you obviously do! Because everytime I look at you, you're making that disgusted and dissapointed sound like you really can't stand me! And I don't get why but if you have a problem with me, say it to my face!" You panted after finishing your rant.
The students in the hallway turned to look between the two teachers.
Gojos mouth widened with every sentence you had spoken. "Wait- that's not-" he actually stammered.
You huffed, "if that's it, I'm leaving!" You declared, so what if he's the strongest?! Doesn't give him the right to be so mean!
He stands there frozen unable to say anything.
"...but I don't hate you..." He murmured quietly, sighing as he averted his eyes. "...I really messed up..." He feels the embarrassment of his own crush not liking him to another level. Like the need to scream your embarrassment out loud.
Megumi who had watched the whole scene aware of his teachers wish for you shook his head in dissapointment. "I told you to just be normal." He sighed.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?! 'Hey there sweetie~ wanna go out for a rid- OW" megumi smacked him. "Never say that ever again..."
Why can I picture gojo like this tho I feel like if he ever canonical actually liked-loved someone he'd be so weird and googly mooglt about it rather than flirty and cocky. He'd be all "OH MY GOD THEY4E HERE ACT NORMAL THISNIS NOT A DRILL" *tries to be nonchalant* *thinks about it 100 times late4* *cries in embarrasment*
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It was some dumb stupid argument about how you were still in contact with isagi even after rin and him went their separate ways.
You always thought of isagi as a helper, a friend, a nice guy but rins image of him was totally different. Sometimes it felt like you two were talking about two completely different people.
"You're so dramatic" the words rolled of your tounge readily, and with a heavy heart. "Isagi is not a bad guy. I know him!" "That's the thing. You're saying he's not a bad guy because you don't know him. Not as well as I do." He murmured the last part, pushing his bangs aside.
"Well he hasn't done anything wrong to me! Why should i-" "Why can't you just.. fucking listen to me?!" His hand slams against the wall right next to your head. The wound on the wall increases, its crack rising greater.
Rins piercing blue eyes look dead into yours. Devoid of any emotion but anger. He breaths heavily, noticing the tears in your eyes, he slowly pulls back, his own breath trembling over almost hitting you, his own lover.
His hand crawls away from the wall to his sides. Unable to touch you ever again, fearing he might hurt you.
"I'm going to-"
"I'm sorry.."
He pauses at your words for a moment but steps back anyway. You reach for his hand and sniffle, "I'll stop talking to him so.." rin shakes his head profusely.
He pulls away from your hands, "dont forgive me, untill I apologize properly." He mumbles, turning on his foot and leaving in a hurry leaving you and your hands alone and empty.
His teeth grit together, "that's was so.. fucking stupid of me."
Aventurine knows you like it rough, not judging based on your appearance, but on those reactions you give him when his hand squeezes your throat, fingers curling around your soft skin just hard enough for you to know he has you where he wants, beneath him and no one else.
"You're not dying on me, are you?" The corner of his mouth curls to form a smirk, his head tilted slightly, almost mockingly all the while his cock penetrates through your folded legs.
"So tiny.." He half-chuckled, "I could just fold you in half,"
With a heavy breath, and with shaky hands you tried to reach out for his hands, to find anything to feel better about him being in control of everything from this on out.
"ave,.." you whimpered, almost barely as your hand desperately leans up to feel his face, only for him to grab both your hands into one and pin them down to the bedsheets.
"I'll take that as a yes" He pulled his hair back from his face, sweat dripping down his hair as he continues to pound into you ruthlessly.
You twitch, trying to move in some way, it felt abnormal to not squirm in this position but your hands were far from moving.
My exam result is today 💔💔 and my stomach won't stop hurting and I feel like I'm gonna puke. My parents don't know yet but I'll tell them once I get the result online.
You didn't feel like going out tonight, it was way too hot and your room was way too cold so instead of going out to the amusement park which you had made rin promise you, you had decided to invite him over and watch a horror movie.
He never turned down horror movies! So naturally he agreed and now the two of you sat on your couch, the air conditioners swings slowly moving down after every few seconds and the clock ticking at 11:49pm by the couch which had huge comfortable blankets and snacks sprawled over the table.
Rin sat at your left while the huge TV screen infront of you reflected its light against your eyes as you pressed buttons on the remote to get the perfect movie to watch.
Rin slowly turns at you upon seeing the movie you clicked on, "...are you sure you can watch that?" He asked more out of concern than mockery.
You grinned, "you underestimated my abilities!" You said, clicking the watch now button. The movie known as Megan is Missing began.
Rin squinted his eyes at you just to make sure, because he had known about this movie for its disturbing ideologies. But since you already seemed good enough he shrugged it off.
As the movie went on and on, he slowly noticed that your body which was previously on the edge of the couch was now practically all over him. Clinging to his arm, hiding behind his shoulder.
Rin breathed in, and irritated sigh left his lips as he turned to look at you, "I told you it would be too disturbing." He frowned.
You scoffed, "im not scar-.."
You gulped..
The three pictures on the movie came in, each with a blood covered and disturbing incense to it.
You clenched your teeth together and hid into his chest at this point, unable to see the sight before you.
"I can't watch it.." you said in defeat.
Rins eyes were glued to screen though, this was totally his type of fun. But he pet's your head softly and presses a small kiss on your head whilst holding you into his chest.
You hadn't lifted your head from there ever since.
