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coupled up!

previously on... | currently airing: episode thirteen | episode guide

you've got a text! looks like you're about to spend your summer on everyone's favorite trashy reality dating show searching for love (...or that cash prize at the end) will a certain pretty (annoying) blue-eyed boy catch your attention? or perhaps his dark-haired best friend? it seems this villa has a few bombshells in store too!

pairings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Choso x Reader

content: MDNI, fluff and angst, fem reader!, she's a little bitchy but we love her anyway, inspired mostly by love island and other reality dating shows, emotional hurt, past cheating trauma, other background relationships, lots of men yearning, mutual pining, gojo is desperate and obsessed, geto is trying to get the girl so hard, kissing

creds: gorgeous art by @baobei-bu and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

"Good morning."

For a moment, you thought you were in a different bed. Back in an apartment you never let yourself miss and a man you made yourself hate.

But the warm breath on the nape of your neck and the heavy arm slung around your waist didn't belong to your ex boyfriend. And this intimate moment was probably going to be broadcast for all your friends back home to see instead of tucked away somewhere secret into your heart.

You hadn't taken Suguru for a snuggler.

But he certainly seemed to not have any complaints about your current sleeping arrangements as his broad chest pressed firmly against your back. His groggy morning voice still thick with sleep, soft in your ears as you tried to wake yourself from a fuzzy dream you were already forgetting.

You slept better than you thought you would. Using him as an oversized weighted blanket for half the night, drifting off before you had the time to be self-conscious.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” a second voice snapped you out of your dreamy daze, dragging you right back to reality as you forced yourself to open your eyes.

Only for a blue set of them to be blinking down at you, disgruntled and dismayed as he attempted to discreetly swat Suguru’s arm off of you.

“Don’t worry,” you yawned, reaching up to cover your mouth with your palm as you slowly began to sit up, struggling to untangle yourself from Suguru. “I didn’t give him a handjob.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Satoru rushed out his reply, and despite swearing otherwise, you'd have to be deaf not to detect the obvious concern in his words.

“Uh-huh,” you dryly muttered, squinting around the room to see who was left. Yuki was sprawled out in his bed, still snoring with her blonde hair splayed out across the pillow. Shoko and Utahime were gone, Nanami too, but everyone else still seemed to be dozing.

“Sneak away with me,” Satoru cheekily grinned, confidence apparently restored after what the two of you had done last night.

"Sneak away where?" You asked, a hint of sarcasm slipping out of your sleepy voice.

Before he could answer, Suguru's hand settled firmly on your hips, and you glanced back to see him sitting up after you, the bed creaking as he readjusted, his fingers clearly itching to claim you as his tired stare shifted between you and his best friend.

"I was about to make her breakfast," Suguru announced, annoyance hanging in the air as Satoru scoffed.

"I already made french toast," Satoru protested.

"Is it edible?" The man in bed with you retorted, arching up a dark eyebrow as the one in front of you abruptly clamped his pretty mouth shut, like he didn't want to answer.

You kinda liked watching them bicker back-and-forth, amusement overwriting the anxiety in your stomach as they exchanged petty scowls and remarks.

"I mean, yeah," Satoru half-scoffed after a few awkward seconds of silence, but it wasn't that convincing.

"What do you want to eat?" Suguru softly asked you, brushing your hair back off your shoulder to pull your attention back to him with ease that surprised.

"Would you hate me if I wanted some waffles?" You said, not totally sure if you were asking Satoru or replying to Suguru.

"Of course not-"

"I'll get them started."

They both spoke up at the same time, and you had to suck in your bottom lip to not giggle a little as they ended up just throwing each other irritated glances.

They could sort it out between each other.

As long as they didn't end up strangling each other in front of the cameras, you didn't really see the harm in entertaining both of them.

It at least kept them occupied while you got ready for the day, switching into a bikini and putting on sunglasses so you didn't have to do your makeup before you walked back out to where they were making food.

But when you slid into a stool, they were both sliding plates of food in front of you, Suguru's neatly plated like he was the chef at some restaurant while Satoru had cut up fruit to make a smiley face on top of a half-burnt waffle.

"Mine's cuter," he muttered under his breath.

"You burned it," Suguru reminded him.

"I'll try both," you shut them up, rolling your eyes as you started with Suguru's, pouring some syrup on the side before cutting it up.

"Can I feed you mine?" Satoru eagerly asked, already spinning the plate around to start cutting it for you, mirroring the size you sliced yours into.

"Am I going to be able to stop you?" You tilted your head to the side, already knowing the answer.

But Suguru didn't want to let that slide either, reaching over to wipe the corner of your lips when some syrup got on it, sucking his thumb clean afterwards like he had with the salt on your fingers before.

A battle of who could find the most excuses to touch you beginning as Satoru slid into the seat next to you, his fork stabbing a square of his own waffle before he was telling you to say ah and reaching up with his free hand to guide your jaw open. Your chin pinched between his nimble fingers as you contemplated what Sukuna would do if he caught you like this.

Sandwiched between two ridiculously hot men, pampered and treated sorta like a spoiled pet, handfed and held with open adoration.

But it wasn't him that walked in on it.

"Am I interrupting?" You twisted around to see Yuki lazily strolling over, her head casually cocked to the side as the guy she was coupled with tried to feed you breakfast.

You instantly felt like shit.

Something uncomfortable shifting in your stomach as you plucked a piece of strawberry off your plate and held it out, forcing a bright smile at her. "You hungry?"

"A little," she yawned, walking over and leaning down to just eat it off your palm, her soft lips skimming over your skin before she swallowed it. "Thanks."

Her warm brown eyes slowly tracing the shape of you before she looked over at Satoru, assessing the way he was leaning towards you, her manicured brows knitting together before she relaxed with an exhale.

"How did you sleep last night?" You asked, unsure what to do with the slimy feeling still sticking to you as her lean body rested against you on the stool.

"Someone kept stealing the blankets," she hummed, teasingly looking back at Satoru as he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. And then she was turning back to you, a knowing glint in her stare as she nodded towards Suguru. "You two looked pretty cozy though."

"I was tired," you excused.

So exhausted that you simply couldn't stay awake the second Suguru decided to be your personal comforter.

Yuki giggled, like she saw something you didn't.

And you couldn't help but think why hadn't one of them just decided to go for her instead. She was gorgeous. The kind of easy, effortless beauty you usually saw in magazines. Long limbs and long blond hair, her tits sitting pretty fucking perfectly in every outfit she wore, laughing and smiling and funny and a billion other things that would pretty much make her anyone's dream girl.

God, if you were a guy, she would be your first pick.

Shit, if Satoru spent a few hours with her, he would surely realize that too, wouldn't he? Figure it out for himself that she would make everything so much fucking simpler than you would?

You were damaged.

Broken and jagged and bent in so many places that you were never going to make being someone's other half easy. All you'd do was break his heart, no matter how many times he tried to hand it to you.

Yuki had told you before that she was here for a fun time. That she wouldn't mind meeting someone she really connected with, but she wasn't expecting to find her soulmate or anything.

And some piece of you felt like you were still fucking it up for her. She was coupled up with a great guy, and she couldn't even enjoy it with you in the way. And the one she was interested in had chosen you too.

Shit.

Maybe you hadn't really known her long enough to consider her a real friend, but she was still your favorite person in the villa.

What were you supposed to do? Step back from Satoru to give them a chance to build a connection? Even if the thought of that made you feel sorta ill?

You didn't know.

Couldn't decide.

Just sitting there awkwardly as the conversation began to fizzle out, only for someone to shout from across the pool that they'd gotten a text.

You hadn't even realized the rest of the islanders were up, your head snapping around to scan and spot everyone's still tired figures making their way over to where Manami was calling out, waving a phone production must've given her.

She already had her makeup on, wearing a tight two-piece as Naoya's hand possessively gripped onto her waist like he was convinced someone else might take her from him.

Everyone else made their way to the crescent-shaped couch, begrudgingly joining them, Utahime half-sitting on Shoko's lap, her legs thrown over her friend's, not even bothering to look to where Nanami was lounging to her left, his head reclining back as he soaked up the sun. Golden blond hair sparkling as he exhaled, his defined jaw clenched as if he was trying to remind himself that he was supposed to be relaxing.

Your group of four joined them, still paired up as you tried to sink back into the cushions, thankful that Yuki kept you from being stuck between Suguru and Satoru again when Sukuna finally decided to show up, his muscles literally glistening with tanning lotion rubbed into them as he yawned and stretched, the tattoo of your name on full display before he took a seat right next to your current partner.

"Well?" He grunted, glaring at Manami.

You wondered if they had shown him your fight with her before he came on the show. Although, if you had to judge by the loathing lingering in the hard lines of his face right now, you would take a wild guess that they had.

Manami's nose wrinkled up, sharing his disgust before she cleared her throat and begin to speak, "Today, we're sending two islanders out on a date."

You knew it.

Discontent settled in your stomach, your eyes already shifting over to Yuki and Satoru, sure that you'd have to spend the entire day in the villa waiting for them to return and him to realize that she fit him in a way you never would.

"Who?" Utahime cut in, and you couldn't tell if she was excited because she thought it was her, or because she was convinced it wouldn't be.

Either way, you were so focused on Satoru's side profile that you weren't even paying attention until she said your name.

Immediately snapping out of it as you blinked back surprise, looking over to Suguru to see if he heard the same thing, his mouth curling up in a smug smirk as he slid his arm around your shoulder. Ignoring the way your ex-boyfriend was literally three inches away from him looking like he was planning on smothering him with a pillow in his sleep.

"Does it say where?" Suguru calmly asked, your mouth going dry as it hit you that the opposite was about to happen.

"Nope," Manami muttered, putting the phone back up as you stupidly looked back to see Satoru's reaction at being separated from you once again.

His stare hurt.

The sharpness in that brilliant shade of blue, blinking too fast, too hard as he held onto your face. His broad chest unsteadily rising and falling like he was having a hard time breathing, the lump in his throat bobbing before you forced yourself to look away.

"Have fun," Shoko wryly said, and you were numbly nodded, not sure what else you could do when they probably had five different cameras capturing your reaction from all different angles.

"I guess we should go get ready," you cleared your throat, making yourself turn to Suguru as he leaned down to press a simple peck to your forehead.

It seemed to be so simple for him. Knowing what face to wear. What to do. How to be perceived.

Yuki was standing up behind you, her fingers interlacing with yours as she started to tug you back towards the villa.

"I'll help," she chirped, offering assistance you accepted with another bob of your head.

She did your makeup for you, her tongue peeking out from between her pink lips as she focused on getting every detail just right. Pulling out a bunch of dresses from her suitcase and yours, holding them each up against you and clicking her tongue until she landed on a soft, summery sundress.

“I’d go on a date with you,” Yuki winked when she was finally finished, her hand skimming over your breast before she fixed where one of the straps got twisted. "He's not gonna be able to keep his hands off you."

"I guess it'll be good to get to know him more," you murmured, staring at your own reflection and leaning closer before applying a little more lip gloss.

"You should just have fun."

Fun.

You didn't know why the fuck you had to keep reminding yourself of that.

But you were nervously bouncing your leg and biting the inside of your cheek by the time someone from production ushered you out into a car together, being shushed not to speak during the drive as you glanced out the tinted windows to watch the palm trees pass by.

You thought you'd be like, skinny dipping or on another cheap picnic so production didn't have to pay for shit.

But to your surprise, they took you to some tiny amusement park by the ocean, the kind of place with rickety coasters and funnel cakes and those cutouts you stuck your faces in to snap cheesy photos. It wasn't busy either, fairly slow as you were instructed to just walk around and have a good time.

On the bright side, you weren't forced to make a ton of fake conversations just so they could get enough clips. They hadn't shut down the park, but they had pulled some strings to get you through to the front of most lines and having a few areas marked off so they could shoot the one-on-one stuff in peace.

And as weird as it was, you sorta got used to being followed around and filmed.

You suspected that there was some ulterior motive production had for sending the two of you away - most likely stirring something atrocious up for you to both return to in the villa.

What would it be?

Giving Yuki and Satoru some time to get more acquainted too? Sending in a sparkling new bombshell to catch his eye? Maybe riling up Sukuna so he'd fly off the handle once you stepped back through the door?

As much as you wanted to sit around and spiral, all your wondering wouldn't get you anymore.

And it was sorta nice to be away from the pressure cooker of emotions and past trauma the villa had turned into for you.

Suguru let you lead the way, choosing what to ride and making suggestions as you actually got the chance to talk about normal things. Bringing up his job again, murmuring about how much he enjoyed teaching, softly speaking about what his life was like back home before this.

Suguru actually only lived a city away, teaching at a college a few of your friends had actually gone to. He told you about his twin nieces he adored and how they'd probably watch this one day when they were old enough just to mock him mercilessly for it. His students too, probably.

"Don't you think there's something a little unethical about you being on here when you're supposed to be shaping impressionable young minds?" You teased him, only to be reminded how much you liked his chuckle and the way his dark eyes glittered in the sunlight.

And somewhere along the way, you started to let go of some of your apprehensions. Letting yourself enjoy the roller coasters, laughing when you had to run your fingers through his hair to help detangle it afterwards. Watching him try to win you stuffed animals from rigged game booths, unable to hide your excitement when he finally won you a small stuffed bear, clutching it to your chest as you studied its pink tufts of fur and slightly crooked beaded eyes as you thanked him.

Suguru was comfortable to be around.

Something about him you couldn't quite put your finger on disarming you in private, pulling you in and keeping you glued to his side as he got you funnel cake and then held your hair back when one of the rides had you puking it back up and praying they wouldn't air that part.

Getting to know him was a little terrifying.

Sex was one thing. Kissing, touching, sleeping together, all of that was physical. But opening up the door to something emotional carried unavoidable danger.

Because the more you knew, the more you it hit you how much there was to like, and the more you liked him, the more likely you were to lose him.

He slipped his arm around you at every chance and held the doors open for you and looked at you like every single stupid thing you had to say was interesting and fuck-

No.

You swallowed hard, stopping yourself mid-spiral as the setting sun cast golden shadows across his pretty side profile as you realized that you hadn't even realized the afternoon was up until it was over.

Suguru really was beautiful.

It wasn't the same as Satoru. No, not quite so bright, or nearly as intense. His beauty struck you slower, like the longer you stared at him, the more details you discovered. The faint frown lines by his mouth, the jagged edge of his sharp jaw, the bone structure beneath his annoyingly clear complexion that looked like it had been carved by some adoring god.

His eyes crinkled when he laughed. Little wrinkles you wanted to trace with your fingertips. His bangs fell down and framed his face like the universe wanted to remind you how fine he was, his fingers digging into your palm a little tighter, pulling you away from the rides and the games.

Some piece of you wondered what your life would have been like if you met a guy like him instead of Sukuna.

Would he have brought out the best in you instead of the worst?

You ended up on a private bench, polishing off cotton candy and talking about his philosophy degree as you glanced around the relatively empty corner of the park. The sun was beating down on both of you, but he didn't seem to mind, one arm slung behind your shoulder and his linen shirt hanging loose on his solid frame while you stared at his relaxed form. A tiny pink tuft of the sugar floss sticking to the corner of his mouth that you reached up and picked off.

"Thanks," he tenderly spoke, like he was actually grateful for it. Sukuna probably would've grumbled or grunted about it, maybe said he didn't need your help. Satoru might've pretended you had some stuck too so he could lick it off.

"Mhm," you hummed back.

"Satoru likes you a lot," he muttered, like he wasn't sitting there brushing your hair from your face for the excuse to touch you too, his thumb slowly drifting over your cheekbone as you tried to slow the butterflies in your stomach from fluttering. "But I like you too."

You opened your mouth to protest, but his mouth preemptively reacted before you could speak, twitching up in amusement like he couldn't control it.

"You really have a hard time accepting that, huh?" Suguru added, and you let out a defensive huff that didn't exactly help your case.

"I am not exactly lucky with love," you murmured, narrowing your eyes at him just for one of his hands to slip over your thigh, fingertips sliding over down to the hem of your sundress with affection that felt deliberate.

Everything he did was pointed. Precise. Nothing lacked a meaning, even if it wasn't immediately obvious.

He thought before he acted. You couldn't really say the same.

"Luck can change."

"Mine never does," you bluntly stated, like you were daring it to defy you.

You were tired of trying.

Of struggling and suffering hoping for something to break and begging the universe to not let it be you.

"I think you both only like me because I'm a challenge," you added, staring at the last blue bits of cotton candy spun on the paper cone. "I'm just waiting for you to get bored."

"You’re gonna be waiting a while, pretty girl," Suguru warned, his mouth curling up as you rolled your eyes.

As much as you told yourself you didn’t want anything serious, that you never needed love to start with, being around someone like him made you want it anyway.

Curiosity craving a taste of what it would be like to be loved by someone steady.

"Can I try again?" He asked, and you squinted suspiciously back at him.

"Try what again?" You arched a brow, but he just leaned into you, your pulse picking up as you tried to ignore how nice his cologne smelled. How normal it felt to be this close to him.

"Kissing you," Suguru softly spoke, his dark gaze glancing down to the shape of your lips like he somehow missed them.

"One," you allotted, holding your breath as he leaned down and let his nose brush ever so tenderly against the tip of yours.

When his mouth moved to meet yours though, you almost immediately knew you were going to make this last as long as possible. Captured by the heat in his lips, the way he greedily sucked you in, soft and slow and sensual all at the same time, as if he knew he might not get the chance to do this again, but Suguru still refused to rush it.

So what if one kiss turned into, like, ten?

Before long, you were on his lap, your fingers fully tangled into his silky hair and his tongue halfway down your throat as his palm slowly slid down your spine. Fingers splayed possessively at the small of your back before he pulled you in all the way, your thighs straddling his as you were struck by the abrupt thought you fit rather nicely into him.

And when he pulled back to suck in a breath, his dark eyes darting between yours and your lips like he needed more, you were almost leaning forward to keep it going.

"Would you want to spend the night in the hideaway with me tonight?"

REMINDER THAT ON THE POLLS WHOEVER WIN WILL NOT BE IN THE NEXT POLL !!

what should reader do?

go to the hideaway with suguru for the night

go back to the villa

Remaining time: 3 hours 25 minutes

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[madamechrissy]

Mdni - ❥ Valko and his scent kink

"So... who ya texting?"

Valko asks it all casually, clacking away at his laptop as you sit on the couch, one of your legs right next to his shoulder, brushing it a bit.

He tries his best not to sink his teeth into the plush of your thighs, eyeing it as his cock starts throbbing. He tries so hard not to snatch your phone up and throw it, demand your damn attention, sniff you.

It's especially hard not to sniff you when you smell so fucking sweet, ruining him every time he is alone with you - which is often, given the assignment you two were on together. That and you have become friends, which he doesn't wanna fuck up with the wolfish way he wants to claim you.

Bite you, mark you, make you his.

Breed you-

"It's just Caleb," his eyes narrow behind his glasses now, looking right at you. "What? He is in town."

"Uh huh... Caleb," he repeats- he knows his ass is obsessed with you. Who could blame him, really? But you should be paying attention to him right now.

Not Caleb!?

"Well, what's he saying?"

"He was asking to come to dinner and... ah! Did you just bite me!?" He growls before he can stop himself, his teeth sunk into your thigh. You suck in a breath, smacking at him. "You bratty dog!"

"I am not a dog," he grumbles, smirking at the glittery teeth marks on your skin. "Tell him you are busy."

You blush when he sets down the laptop, spreading your thighs and kneeling, his ears twitching as he looks up at you - your heart hammers in your chest.

"Oh. Should I?" You tease, breathless when he slides his hands up. Sharp nails press against your delicate skin.

Leaning forward, he is far too close, inhaling your skin, breath against your inner thigh, making your pussy drenched.

"Valko..."

"Tell him. Now, sweetheart," he murmurs, done with pretending.

He needs you.

He can smell your juices, see the darkening of your panties when his pretty eyes flicker to your cunt. Pushing your thighs further, you drop the phone.

"Ah-ah," he bites your other thigh. Your hands come to tug on his fluffy ears, making his tail twitch side to side. Cock leaking. "Tell him you're busy."

"Fuck, okay," your shaky hand picks up the phone, your eyes getting lidded when his nose brushes your pretty pussy over those panties, you suck in a breath at it, fingers faltering. "mngh..."

"Tell him," he says in a soft little hum, inhaling you again, palming his cock to adjust it, feeling it swelling with how badly he wants to devour you. "If you wanna cum, you will."

"Fuck you're a brat," you mumble as he tugs you closer, shoving your knee up over his shoulder, nose inhaling your cunt again. "Are you gonna just sniff me !?"

"Till you answer," he sighs. "I could do this and cum."

"Freaky wolf, ah!" He bites your inner thigh, your juices just slippin' down further, in rivulets against his face, his glasses fogged up with his breaths. "F-fine."

Sorry Caleb - I'm busy tonight.

You show him the screen, and he smirks, a curve of his lips.

"Good girl."

Fuck.

Valko tugs your panties aside, looking at the mess your cunt is and moaning at the sight, tongue hot as it laps you from your ass to your clit, then back down, not just tasting - he's fucking lavishing you, spit soaked tongue dragging through your folds. "V-Valko I..."

"Good, good, good... good girl you're s-so... good," he's gripping you bruisingly now, slurping your messy, needy hole, the juices just pouring - his adam's apple bobs as he gulps you down, his glasses just slightly askew from the way he's drinking you. "Taste s'good... fuck..."

He could almost cum from the taste alone, greedily dragging his tongue from your slutty, quivering hole to that twitchy clit, all while you're gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his ears. It feels so good as he lets you coat his taste buds, watching your eyes roll back in your skull.

You shatter so fast, but he's not even trying to make you cum - he just needs your taste, he needs your scent, biting your clit before he can stop himself, the action having you squirt right down him, all over his sweater and his collar. He laughs softly as you whine out, arching your hips, thighs quivering.

"Please... in me, mngh..." You see his slick face and blush, the dark mess you made on his sweater apparent as he takes it off, standing, his cock leaking through his sweats.

You go to touch him but you don't get a moment, he's got you turned and bent over the living room table, that sweater of yours gripped in his huge hands, claws ruining the material without him meaning to. He spits right on your cunt just to make it even messier, it's so wet she doesn't even need it, laughing as you arch, thighs shaking.

The phone goes off.

Valko hums a bit, looking at the message.

"Aww... he misses his 'pips'. Cute," Valko laughs, lost now - he's not the goofy little jerk you're used to, not when he's lining his reddened tip with your hole - no, he's feral. "Should we show him how you're doin'? Hmm, sweetheart?"

"N-no, psycho," you're wetter at the idea, and he notices, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, torturing you as you arch, begging for more. "In me, in me... in - ah!"

Valko slides his veiny, thick cock deep, his tail wrapping around his body and tickling you as he groans, head falling forward, that heavy weight pressing you down. He's as big there as he is everywhere, his grin against your skin felt before he bites your neck, shoving in fully.

"S'deep... you're..."

You're a babbling mess when he pins you there, twitching inside you, cock dragging your sweet spot and kissing it over and over again. You're a drooling mess the more he moves, the more his cock rocks in and out, thickening and swelling impossibly.

"Should call him, huh baby? Let him hear your cunt he wants s'fuckin' bad," Valko can't stand it then, thinking of anyone with the girl that should be all his, every instinct on fire. "All mine, yeah baby? Breed your messy cunt till you're all mine, can't even talk, can you?"

"Mhm," you're shattering when he fucks you faster, meaner, a hand on the table bracing himself as he bites your neck till blood drips, lapping it up so his lips are crimson, moaning against your skin. "Valko... please..."

"I'll give it all to you," he's sinking his teeth again - marking you his, ones he hopes last and last, as his cock is soaked, and your tacky walls are milking him. "Fill you so full, won't be able to see anyone, will you?"

You shatter with one more drag of his fat tip, and that's when it pushes him over the edge, his knot swelling as his cum fills you to the brim, coating your walls in white. He's biting your shoulder, your neck, your arm, everywhere he can, as that fat knot stretches you, hurting so bad you're in tears - but fuck it feels good.

"So much... s'much, V-valko..." you whimper as he moves that knot, kissing all the places he's marked you, moaning softly. His tail twitches as it tickles your skin, his ears curving down.

"Perfect, f-fuck you're so... oh baby I don't think it'll go down I..." He's never had this happen, not being able to calm it down, locked and knotted so thick in your tiny cunt. He keeps kissing you, moving back a bit, hearing your little sharp breath. "Want me to keep this cum plugged inside you? Hmm, breed you, baby?"

"Yes, yes," you're drooling, looking at him with dilated eyes, all covered in his marks. "K-keep it all.. in ... your knot it's so..."

"Mhm, I know baby," he's soothing you even as he rocks it in just an inch - back and forth, until he's pressing all his cum right against your puffy lil cervix.

You're cummin' again and again, but what you don't realize is...

Valko left Caleb all of that on a voice message </3

****

hehe sry Caleb

[thelostkira]

I am not sure if I am shocked so much as I am disappointed. Going after living breathing people over a game, simply because they were going to add a LI in it that some didn't agree with. You have five others to choose from.

Was I going to main him? No. Was I interested in how he was going to fit into the story and what he was going to bring to the table? Yes! Now, unless they change it we will never know and on top of it, will likely never receive another new LI again. Simply because people lost their ever living mind over pixels.

Now more than ever, go touch grass. If not for your own sanity then for the rest of ours.

[ohfreshlinen]

𓂃✍︎ gojō satoru's daughter loves yūta 

The very second Satoru's daughter can walk is the day that goes down in history for him. There is nothing that the little munchkin can't do once her legs start kicking, waddling like a cute-dumb penguin over the verandas, up the stairs, to the training grounds, and even in the classroom where he holds weekly meetings for his second and first year students. 

Yuji often says that she's the one who softens up a week's worth of scolding. Panda and Maki say she's the ticket to a hard-earned rest. Nobara pushes further that with her in the group, they can get an expensive meal out of their sensei. And yes — all those are absolutely true. 

And that's just her figuring out how to use her chubby, little legs. 

Now, imagine his utter dismay, the day on which he has lamented and scorned the world, when she starts babbling a litany of coherent words. Yet, in that absurd dictionary of hers, the word "Dada" is still missing. 

Granted, she can barely say three words, consisting of "Mommy, food," and "poop." Satoru is still very much determined to be her number four in her first words. 

"Give it time," you said to your husband, when he pouted against your shoulders as you cleared up the dishes. "She's trying."

"I wanted her to say my name first," Satoru mumbled. 

You snort, because of course, he always wanted to be first for everything. "Sucks, doesn't it?" 

Needless to say, when he is supervising all his students' training (at the rare chance that they're all together), you come bounding down the stairs with packed lunches for everyone, and your daughter clinging to your waist with a flower grasped in her hands. 

Satoru unbinds his bandages. If there's one thing he wishes to do every time he gets to see his daughter, it's to let himself see her as she is. Nothing to obscure his vision of what perfection is. 

"Come here!" He crouches and opens his arms for her. His other students stop and greet the new guests, but his attention is all pointing to the little bundle of joy running at breakneck speed towards — 

"What!"

His own daughter, his pride and joy, the one he so begged you to have with him, the one he would sing all those songs that make no sense, the little devil who would beg him to eat her vegetables because Mommy didn't make it right, and the one who would cling to his leg as he runs around the room before you stop it — runs to Yūta. 

Yūta, who crouches down and picks her up with so much ease, where her little giggle turns into a skittish one that sends more arrows straight to Satoru's heart. 

"You've grown up so well!" Yūta praises, brushing her hair aside. 

Satoru pulls his hair and grits his teeth because that's only meant for him. That's what he does to his baby girl, and only the father gets to do that. 

His daughter pulls him out of his imagination of flicking Yūta's forehead repeatedly when she squeals and tries to grab the hilt of Yūta's sword. 

With a quick, "Whoa, there!" Yūta methodically spins her around at the same time he tosses his weapon to Maki. 

There is no greater threat to him than his daughter having a crush on one of his students, because as he stands stupefied in his position and watching his daughter give her flower to Yūta, in which Yūta tucks it behind her ear and calls her beautiful, Satoru is about to die. 

She's not supposed to like anyone but him. And she's not supposed to like anyone until she's old and he's dead. 

And so, is this what death is? Cold and harsh and unforgiving? 

"How cute!" You say beside him, bumping his knee to get him up. 

Satoru would love to get up if Yūta would love to let his daughter go, and if Yūta would love to return to Africa indefinitely. 

"You better not do what I think you're thinking right now." You mutter threateningly. 

"And what is it I'm gonna do, Sweetie?" 

"If I find out Yūta goes missing tomorrow, I will hunt you down like I did when you buried my Barney stuffed toy." 

"Pffft," Satoru says, "I did no such thing."

"Satoru, there was a footage camera, and you were in that stupid video, and Nanami saw you. Don't bullshit with me right now. I will literally break your ass again with Nanami's butcher knife."

Satoru deflates. "It's not faiiir! I want time with my daughter, too!"

"She hardly sees them anyway, and you know that Yūta's her favorite." 

"Kid's barely in town, and she chose him of all people?" 

"Yūta's adorable. I'm sure she finds him adorable, too."

Satoru gasps, heartstricken. "Take that back right now!"

"You're being dramatic. Yūta wouldn't even hurt her or let anyone hurt her. You should be glad."

"She's got me, her daddy. Daddy will protect her." Satoru whines. "She didn't even greet me . . . ran straight to Yūta instead . . ."

You laugh sympathetically. "That just goes to show you that he's great with kids. You know that kids are naturally drawn to those who are kind-hearted." 

Satoru concedes, "I suppose," 

"Let her be. Yūta's often out on missions, and whenever he's free, it's past her bedtime. Give her this moment, Satoru." 

The two of you watch as your daughter hovers over Yūta while the rest coo and greet her affectionately. In hindsight, if Satoru isn't jealous about it, he would think that it's nice to know his daughter is very well protected by his students. Plus points that she's quite drawn to Yūta — now there is absolutely no way any curses would be around your vicinity so long as he's there. 

But, as the sun begins to set and he's about to conclude today's training, Satoru's daughter does one more thing to drive a nail into his father's poor, crumpled heart. 

"Love! Yūta!" 

"Oh, shit." Satoru hears you mumble through the ringing in his ears and the cracks of red bleeding through his Six Eyes. 

Yūta is definitely going overseas tonight. 

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[saucywendeee]

meanwhile in the N109 Zone during the valko announcement

[zaynezone]

When you spot Sylus leaning against his motorcycle, sunglasses on, waiting for you by the entrance of the building, you suddenly become very aware of yourself. Not your appearance, god knows Sylus has seen you in worse states.

No, it’s the fact that your male coworker leans in just a little too close, murmuring a joke that you laugh at without thinking.

You say your goodbye quickly, heading over to Sylus with confusion on your face.

“What are you doing here?” You lean a little close to him, making sure the variety of people ogling your Greek god of a boyfriend get the hint.

“You wanted to try that restaurant down the street, yes?” Sylus smirks when he sees what you’re doing, hands finding your waist and fiddling with the buckles of your uniform.

“I am starving…”

“I assume all that laughing stirs quite the appetite.” He’s teasing you, because of course. You shove him a little, only slightly pouting.

“We’re just friends. I promise.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, kitten. I understand.” He’s smirking, but you can tell he’s being genuine.

“You’re…not jealous?” He huffs a laugh at your question, leaning down to brush his lips against yours.

“Why should I be? I’ve known my treasure is desirable for quite some time. But as long as she chooses me, I have no reason to worry.”

[rafayelkisses]

I can’t wait to see what useless skill Valko will have for the claw machine

[thelostkira]

Really liked how this turned out!

[enii]

Sending hugs to all those who are going through a lot rn🫂🫶

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

with every reblog this post gets, a scam bot on tumblr dies

[thelostkira]

Got the 10 free pulls for the event, wasn't expecting to get anything much less a 5 star Zayne! Kinda funny when I had the wishes aimed for Sylus, but before I had unlocked Sylus, I was a Zayne girly! (He is still number two along with Rafayel and Xavier)

[sukunastoenailclippings]

[lynsquared]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

⌞synopsis⌝ it’s nerdjo’s birthday and all he wants is… a calculator?

⌞warnings + pairings⌝ nerdjo x reader, pure fluff, none tbh, there's like ONE suggestive sentence.

⌞word count⌝ 1.8k

you’d been waiting for the day to roll around. december 7th. your lovely boyfriend’s birthday. 

satoru was by no means normal. cocky and arrogant, walking around campus like he was better than everyone with his straight posture and freshly ironed polo shirts, all while maintaining the title of your university’s valedictorian.

however, when it came to you, he was as sweet as sugar. 

correcting your homework in a polite manner, tutoring you in subjects you were struggling in, and even writing the occasional essay for you while you were passed out naked beside him from riding him a bit too hard. 

he was your dream guy– well with one tiny issue. 

“i’m serious, satoru!” you exclaimed, your impatience growing by the second. “what do you want for your birthday?” 

satoru chuckled from where he sat at his desk, putting his pencil down and reaching up to grab your hands as you stood next to him. 

“i’m serious, too. i just want a new calculator.” 

you frowned, your body slumping as you stared at him disappointedly. “y’know, this is worse than when people say they don’t want anything.” 

he kissed your hands as he laughed, standing up and guiding you to lay on his bed. he got comfy beside you, letting you rest your head on his toned chest that he hid under stupid graphic t-shirts and hoodies. 

you both lied there as you listened to his heartbeat, calm and steady. satoru let out a heavy breath as his thumb slid back and forth on the skin of your thigh. 

“mine's just really busted and some of the buttons are coming loose.” he admitted quietly after a second. “but if you think it’s stupid, you can get me something else.” 

you tilted your head up, meeting his crystal blue eyes. 

“do you seriously just want a calculator?” you mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling guilty for berating him for his request. 

“yeah,” satoru smiled softly, nodding as his cheeks flushed slightly. “but any gift from you is already perfect.” 

you pouted, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly, further deepening that faint pink shade on his pale skin. 

---

you’d woken up early to decorate his dorm– thankful yet again that he didn’t have a roommate. he was currently finishing up his presentation in his advanced calculus class, and knowing him, he’d be heading straight back to his room after it was over. 

therefore, you had approximately forty-five minutes to finish. 

you started with the obnoxiously large ‘happy birthday, toru!” banner above his window curtain, trusting his spinny chair not to fail you as you stuck it up with tape.

next, you lined up the bags of gifts suguru and kento had dropped off before they left to the store to pick up the custom cake you had ordered a month in advance.

you frowned at the thought of shoko missing out, something about having a chemistry lab that was worth half her grade, but you knew she’d just cheat her way through it and still find a way to make it for at least the end of the little celebration you’d planned.

satoru wasn’t a big party person– you knew that– but still, you knew there was nothing he loved more than the company of his friends. 

after the bags were arranged to your liking, you set your small wrapped box down along with an enveloped letter you’d ask him not to read until everyone was gone. 

by the time you had the streamers hanging and balloons inflated and scattered all over, suguru and kento entered the room.

“five minutes to spare! i told you we’d make it in time.” suguru chuckled, setting down the cake on satoru’s desk next to the neatly arranged gifts. 

kento shut the door, immediately draping himself on the small couch as he shut his eyes that were undoubtedly sore from rolling them at suguru’s annoyance. 

“you were starting to worry me.” you smiled, pulling out your phone to check satoru’s location, his little blue dot showing he wasn’t too far from his building. 

suguru’s pat your shoulder, his eyes doing a double take at the gifts. 

“did you not get him anything?” he asked, genuine. “i guess you have been with him since freshman year…” 

“what?” your eyes widened in confusion as you pointed to the neatly wrapped box and envelope. “his gift is right there!” 

suguru’s eyebrows knit, darting back and forth to see if you were joking. “oh.” 

before you could question him further, a ping from your phone made your attention go elsewhere. 

toru <3: Heading up to my room now. I’ll get ready and we can go out?

toru <3: It’s my birthday so you can’t really say no. :) 

“he’s here!” you exclaimed quietly, already hearing his approaching footsteps. 

the boys shot up, smiling widely as you handed them tiny confetti poppers and waited for the door to open. shortly enough, you all watched as the key unlocked the door, slowly opening to reveal the birthday boy.

“surprise!” you all exclaimed excitedly, simultaneously pulling the thin string and sending confetti towards satoru who stood at the door with the second biggest smile you’ve ever seen from him. 

he laughed as suguru hugged him, chuckling out thank you’s while kento pat his shoulder. his eyes looked straight at you when the boys pulled away, your arms extending as you smiled at him. 

satoru lifted you up as his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing his face into your neck and pressing soft, hidden kisses to the delicate skin. 

“happy birthday, toru!” you smiled, holding him close. 

you could feel his lips curl on your neck before he pulled back to peck your lips. “thank you, sweetheart.” 

“okay, wrap it up lovebirds, i’ve been eyeing that cake since we picked it up.” suguru complained, handing satoru the plastic knife and pushing him towards the container. 

though it wasn’t a big celebration like most people have on their birthday’s, this was exactly satoru’s scene. a small thing with the most important people in his life.

the boys sat on the couch while you made yourself comfortable on satoru’s bed, eating your slice of cake quietly while listening to their strange conversations.

your phone pinged, a message from shoko.

“oh! shoko’s on her way!” you exclaimed, swinging your feet off the ledge of the bedframe. 

“sweet!” satoru smiled, standing and walking over to his gift table. “think she’d mind if i opened these before she got here?” 

you shook your head with a smile, kento filling the gap for you. 

“she’d prefer if you did that without her here.” 

the three of you gathered around him as he opened the first bag, a smile instantly appearing on his face as he pulled out the first gift, a Digimon game for his computer and a stupid t-shirt that read, “I paused my game to be here”. 

suguru cackled as satoru thanked him, the two guys dapping each other up before moving on to the next bag. 

kento had gifted him a new watch, something he noticed satoru needed an upgrade on seeing as he’d been wearing the same one since middle school– the leather threading and the time being slightly off. 

“aw, thanks dude! now i won’t have to check my phone every time to make sure it’s right!” satoru exclaimed, hugging kento obnoxiously. 

“you’re welcome.” kento answered, a rare smile on his face as he pulled away. 

lastly, your small box. 

even though he’d asked for it, you couldn’t help the anxious feeling that brewed in your stomach. your palms had grown slightly sweaty at the thought of him hating it. he’d never been good at hiding his reactions. 

you watched nervously as he slid the card to the side, neatly unwrapping the gift. the room fell quiet as the boys stared at the box in his hand, their faces falling in confusion. 

you swallowed worriedly, chewing at the tip of your nail as satoru said nothing, lips slightly parted as he blinked, processing what he was holding in his hand. 

“is it the wrong one?” you asked quietly, feeling the embarrassment creep through every fibre of your body. “i did some research and–” 

your worries were cut off as satoru turned to you and lifted you up, swinging you side-to-side in excitement. 

“oh my god!” he shouted repeatedly before setting you down, running a hand through his snowy hair while staring at the calculator with wide eyes. 

“a calculator?” they both mumbled, looking towards you then back at satoru who seemed like he was about to explode. 

he turned to his friends, “it’s not just any calculator! it's the TI-Nspire CX II CAS!” 

it sounded like gibberish to everyone else but satoru, but the guys just went along, joining him in his excitement despite their confusion. 

satoru littered your face with kisses as he thanked you repeatedly, your giggles uncontrollable as you tried to push him away.

“yikes, glad i missed out on whatever this is.” shoko mumbled as she entered the room to chaos.

---

later that night, after everyone had gone home and satoru had ordered a real meal for the two of you that wasn’t straight sugar, you found yourself cuddled up with him on his bed yet again, the weight of you above him grounding him like nothing else in the world. 

“did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, littering innocent little kisses across his neck and bare chest. 

his face was flushed pink as he relaxed under you, a smile creeping back onto his face. “yeah. probably my favorite one yet.” 

your lips curled, kissing his cheek before pulling back just enough to see his face. his eyes were downturned and semi-open as he leaned forward to kiss you before settling back onto his pillow. 

“thank you,” he sighed. “for listening to me. i know it seems like a bit of a ridiculous thing to ask for.” 

“i’m just happy to see you happy.” you shook your head, trying your best not to squeal at how adorable he looked like this. “i love you.” 

the words were soft as they left your lips, your fingers pushing stray hairs off his forehead. 

“i love you too.” he admitted, tightening his hold on your waist. 

his room was quiet yet again as you rested your head on his shoulder, biting back the uncontrollable happiness you felt.

you could feel your body relax, eyes fluttering shut before you heard him reach over beside him, holding up the calculator like it was his most prized possession. 

“hey,” he whispered as if not to startle you. “do you wanna hear all the different functions?” 

you snorted, smiling widely as you nuzzled your face further into him, opening your eyes to watch his fingers glide across all the different buttons. 

“lay it on me, you dork.”

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

my toxic writing trait is imagining the scene in my head in long, full cinematic detail and then writing: “they fought. it was intense.”

[snxwbaby]

What it's like talking about Hakuoki in 2026

(hi I'm back)

[corpseprize]

the reality of being a writer