warnings. mdni. dry huming + cumming in pants. established relationships. play fighting. mating press. gojo a degenerate. switched formats cuz itâs 2 long 4 a drabble </3 soz
summary. playfighting with gojo somehow ends with you in a mating press.
Satoru Gojo is built like a fucking tank and itâs no exaggerationâbroad-shouldered, firm, and heavy. Built with a density that makes the air around him feel thin. Itâs most obvious when heâs fresh from the gym, black compression shirt stretched over his frame, tracing the hard line of his chest and the way his biceps coil with the slightest twitch of his fingers.
Itâs why you keep baiting him into these meaningless little skirmishesâsoft provocations just to feel the sheer, overwhelming force of him. To let him catch your wrists and remind you exactly how easily he can fold you into the floor.
Your lungs burn already. Youâre shoving, palms flat against the unyielding fabric of his shirt, straining until your muscles shake. But itâs useless. Thereâs a pronounced imbalance in physical strength, not that youâre complaining (obviously), but he could at least pretend there isnât and budge a little, for the sake of your dignity.
âShit, âtoru,â you grunt, the words squeezed out of your chest. âHow much⊠do you even weigh? Feels like im trying to push a fuckinâ sumo wrestler off me or some shit.â
He lets out a huff of a laugh then looks down at you with a lazy smirk. His chestâs rising and falling in a steady rhythm that mocks your ragged gasps. Youâre throwing your entire weight into him, and it barely registers as a nuisance.
âBaby are you serious? A sumo wrestler? Thatâs harsh, Iâm definitely more aerodynamic than that.â he murmurs, playfully whilst continuing to watch you struggle against his solid frame with a look of secret amusement. âCâmon. Put your back into it, Iâm barely even trying yâknow?â
He sounds too pleased with himself. Your brows pinch together, jaw tightening as your teeth grind in contained irritation. This was your idea, but your competitive streak is now insisting this was, in fact, a bad idea. Frankly, itâs the tone you canât stand, speaks like heâs graciously humoring a toddler. You want to hurt him. Or, failing that, at least remind him that gravity is supposed to apply to him, too.
So, you move. You hook your arms around him, your legs following suit as you try to wrench the momentum and roll him. For a split second, he shiftsâand there is hopeâthen his hand, massive and quick, snaps around your ankles mid-air and hope is fleeting.
He forces your legs up and back, folding you like a pretzel until your heels are practically tucked behind your ears. Itâs a position youâve been put in many times, but not outside of the bedroom. It makes your skin crawl with heat. Youâre exposed, crotch pressed into his. Your tight athletic shorts cling to your puffy folds and offer zero protection from the pressure of him.
âOkay, Satoru, what the fuck?â you choke out, blood rushing to your head.
âShit reflex,â he laughs, sending a vibration through your trapped body. His crystalline eyes are dark, tracing the way youâre pinned underneath him. âMy bad, baby.â
âYouâre a dick. Let go.â
Naturally, he ignores you entirely and does the opposite with an infuriating grin that has him looking way too attractive for someone being this much of a prick.
âHow about in a couple seconds, hm?â, His grip on you tightens and he hitches his hips forward, growing cock rubbing right against your clothed-cunt, âShe feels soft. Havenât rubbed up on her like this in a while, miss it.â
You look up and his white hairâs disheveled from and thereâs a deep flush on the tips of his ears. Heâs so pretty. It sucks how that face lets him get away with being such a degenerate.
âFine,â you breathe out, the word caught in your throat. âJust make it quick. My legs are gonna cramp if you keep me locked like this.â
You donât need to tell him twice âcuz heâs already humping into your pussy like an animal in heat. His sweats are thick, but they do nothing to hide the rock-hard length of him. Each time he drives his hips home, heâs grazing your clit through the dampening layers. Heâs got your pretty pussy leaking like a broken faucetâslick patch spreading on the fabric. Each blunt shove against your folds drags a broken, messy string of moans out of you that you can't even try to swallow.
âShit, feels so good,â he groans into your ear, body getting heavier, slumping on top of you, âweâŠfuckâwe should play fight more often. Yeah? Howâs that sound?â
He presses his mouth against yours, tasting like fruity flavored gum and sweets. Youâre swallowing his moans, your own breath hitching as he keeps up his bruising pace. Then one final, harsh shove and he goes rigid. His eyes go semi-wide, pupils blown out and unfocused, fixed on nothing as his brain shorts out. Before you realize thereâs already a heavy dampness flooding the space between you, white stringy liquid soaking through the fabric of his sweats and bleeding right into your own clothes.
He doesn't move for a long minute, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Then, slowly, he lifts his head and lets out a long exhale, his chests heaving and his signature smirk replaced by a look of daze.
"Well," he rasps, a lazy, lopsided grin slowly pulling at his mouth. "Think Iâll give you the win on that one. Though, you're a mess, babe. Completely soaked."
He pulls back just an inch, cartoonishly blue eyes tracking the damp mess of your shorts, "Pretty sure you're gonna need a shower to get all that off you.â He pauses, smiling at you cat-like, âWant to go see if I can fit in there with you? I promise to help with the hard-to-reach spots."
+ another dry humping post act shocked. ty sichee 4 proofreading @ouist
ugh itâs not gonna be out until June at the earliest & maybe only in print even then but. i cannot wait to be able to share my central PA townie/VT transplant-core Dream of Angus retelling thatâs gonna be in Lady Churchillâs Rosebud Wristlet. it took me like. 4-5 years to write & actually I think gets close to articulating some of the messy complicated feelings i have about Home as an experience/ideal; about homecoming as itâs portrayed in myth and folklore; about the way weâre supposed to let ourselves be swallowed up in Romantic love when our bonds w/ friends and family and the places we live can be just as necessary and sustaining; about inherited curses and bodies and the impossibility/necessity of curse-breaking. about what it might look like for a Hero to choose a Heroine he could never own completely. About embracing each other in whatever form they take (swan, snake, burning brand etc), stepping into the curse and making a home there. and why not? theyâve done it in more difficult places. theyâve survived more difficult selves.
Listinha de headcanons e curiosidades aleatĂłrias sobre Pasqualina Capel-D'Angelo.
Tem um gato sem raça definida chamado "Pallone", pois ele era o filhote mais gorducho dentre os irmãos, e o seu gatinho mais novo, um bobtail americano, chamado "Verne".
Uma alma invejosa de Khadel jĂĄ inventou uma fake news de que o cabelo de Lina era falso e que ela usava uma peruca loira importada, por isso parecia tĂŁo real.
âŠWhy are your hands so cold?
Theyâre almost as cold as mine.
Go warm yourself up by the fireplace
[00:32]
*SHUFFLING SFX*
[00:40]
Iâll just sit here.
Why are you looking at me like that?
You know the reason too well.
[00:55]
*SHIFTS CLOSER*
You say youâre warm already?
Fine.
[01:08]
*INHALE* Why is there a fireplace in a vampireâs manor?
Because I have a Miss Witch at home who needs to stay warm and eat cooked food.
[01:27]
Me?
*SOFT SNORT* Iâve already had dinner.
[01:35]
*SHAKY INHALE AND EXHALE*
But if my dinner were youâŠ
*KISS SFX*
Iâd not start from your ears.
Theyâre too tender.
I have better uses for them.
[02:05]
*SOFT MOAN, KISS SFX*
As for your neck⊠Itâs more convenient.
[02:23]
*ANOTHER SOFT MOAN, KISS SFX*
[02:31]
Isnât it curious?
Humans kiss on the neck to show affection, but when a vampire goes for the neck, *SOFT GASP, SHAKY EXHALE* theyâre usually preying on their food.
[03:08]
*GASP*
Donât get cocky.
[03:18]
*FOOTSTEPS, DRAGGING SFX*
From the wrist, you ask? *SCOFF*
Thatâll work, too.
[03:33]
*LOW HUM, KISS SFX*
But it could leave blood stains⊠and it could be painful.
So letâs keep it the way it is.
[03:58]
*SHIFTING*
Why are your hands still cold?
The fireâs still burning.
Go and make yourself some warm milk.
[04:12]
*FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING*
What do you mean?
Youâre expecting to become my dinner?
How can you⊠expect something like that?
[04:34]
*SOFT LAUGH* Someday you will be.
But not today.
[04:45]
*FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING*
Because blood is only the tastiest when you drink it warm.
Now, off you go.
[05:10]
*FOOTSTEPS LEAVING, DOOR CREAKING, FAST FOOTSTEPS FOLLOWING*
Why are you following me?
[05:24]
You want to⊠come inside?
What are you thinking?
Of course I sleep on a bed too!
My bed is nothing special, just like the one in your room.
[05:49]
*SOFT GASP, SHAKY INHALE* Uh, stopâŠ
Cut it out. *VOICE SHAKING*
Or I fear Iâd do something Iâd regret.Â
[06:05]
*ANOTHER SHAKY BREATH* There. Happy now?Â
*SOFT LAUGH* Are you really not afraid?
Fine. You can stay here.
[06:23]
The thing youâre expecting is not going to happen.
But I wonât guarantee anything else.