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[todorokies]

important announcement !!

so i’ve decided to move blogs!!! i feel like i need a fresh start as this account just doesn’t really appeal to me anymore, please follow @getoville!!

if you’d like to come with me to my new account you’re more than welcomed!! i will be revising and reposting some of my works on there!!

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[getoville]

(#五条悟 )┆𓏲𝄢 ᯓ ⟡₊ 𝓕AR FROM A COUPLE (OF BESTIES) !

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: satoru gojo x fem reader, friends to potential lovers, banter, grumpy x sunshine combo with a side of yearning, reader is a teacher at jujutsu tech

“how come you never want to hold my hand in public?”

you take a long sip of your lemonade refresher, feeling your thirst automatically quenched by the cold drink. the semi-melted ice cubes clinked against the glass and the warm summer breeze gently whistles, filling the small momentary silence.

as you reach the end of your drink, you prolong the activity as long as possible by intentionally slurping on the straw rather slowly and swishing around the remainder of the drink in your mouth before loudly gulping down.

the empty glass hits the table with a thud. “not this again," you sigh with irritation as you lean back against your seat with your arms crossed over your chest.

“yes, this again!” satoru exclaims with a whine reflecting in his tone. he slumps his larger frame forward onto the patio table with his hands flat against the surface and a frown embedded on his face.

grabbing lunch with satoru had its ups and downs.

while you greatly appreciate his generosity of inviting you out to eat with him —even offering to pay for the joint meals— and his vast knowledge of different cuisines and restaurants, moments like these really damper the mood.

his knack for constantly talking about anything and everything instead of enjoying the meal and your company in silence, really soured the activity for you.

the days where he personally ventured out for you like a mission after his lessons with his students were arguably the worse; looking high and low in different locations of the establishment just to link arms with you and swiftly drag you away from whatever you were occupied with at that moment.

today were one of those days.

he idly shifts in his seat. “i just don't get it. i mean, it's not like a little hand holding is gonna hurt anyone~” a small grin tugs at the corners of his mouth due to the scowl that was present on your face.

you scoff. “i don't even hold your hand in private, why would i want to hold it in public?” you lean forward against the table, coming face to face with him as he sat across from you.

you attempt to flick his forehead but he quickly puts up his infinity before you could get the chance, rendering your planned attack useless.

satoru has been pretty adamant on this oddly specific subject for some time now. saying how if you two were to "platonically hold hands", it'll strengthen your friendship with each other. even going on about how him, shoko and nanami did it and now they're the "closest" they've ever been.

however, when you inquired to shoko about the accuracy of this statement, she looked at you dumbfounded. which told you everything you already knew.

he evades your question and dramatically gasps. “don't tell me you're afraid of physical touch, that might be a problem for future partner,” he quips.

he takes a small slip at his water and hums in content, “gosh, don't you just love h2o. it's the best, right?”

“sure. i'm a big fan,” you deadpanned. you can feel a vein in your forehead become more prominent as the scowl on your face deepens.

you tilt your head and raise an eyebrow at him. “how does my love life correlate to me not wanting to hold your hand?” you can quickly see him attempt and fail to contain his piqued interest.

you're finally asking him the right questions.

“i'm so glad you asked!” he stabs his fork into his desert —a strawberry covered cheesecake— and silently notions the fork towards you, offering a bite. you softly shake your head to decline and he shrugs, taking the bite instead.

“if you can't even hold hands with a friend how do you expect to get all touchy with your significant other, hm?”

he stumps you a bit with the question. there's a thin line between a friend and a romantic partner, but with having a significant other also comes with a gained friendship. while you're not touchy with most of your friends, you still hold respect for them and put enough effort to maintain those bonds.

physical touch has never been a problem for you. it's something you don't really mind but would pick another love language over it in a heartbeat, if given the opportunity.

before you could answer him, he speaks up again.

“all i'm saying is that i would make good practice so when your knight in shining amour comes around, you’ll already know what to do.” he lowers his head as he peeks at you from above the small cracks of his sunglasses.

the gears rapidly shift in your head, noticing inconsistency. you narrow your eyes at him, “but wait, i thought you said us holding hands would strengthen our bond? where's all this other stuff coming from?”

satoru freezes his movements with his fork in mid air nearing his opened mouth. he slowly takes a bite and swallows nervously. he follows by clearing his throat, “let's just say we'd be killing two birds with one stone, yeah?”

“sureee,” suspicious laced in your voice, "but that won't be necessary. we're adults, practicing things of that nature, like we're middle schoolers, is strange to say the least."

satoru frowns at your words. “you're never too young or old to learn and practice new things.”

you huff. “true but holding hands isn't a new concept to me, satoru.”

the waitress soon comes into view at your table and ask if you'd like to close the tab. before satoru can answer with an expected no, you interject, asking for a takeout container for his cheesecake and the bill.

you let out an agitated groan while gathering your purse, "we're running late for training again. every time we eat out, we spend way longer than expected."

he snickers and takes his wallet out of his pocket, “yet you don't show too much resistance when i bring you out.” he smugly smirks to himself, as if dining with you is one of his biggest triumphs.

“that's because you force me out, i don't have much of a choice.” you put emphasis behind your words as you kick his foot under the table. your blow presumably lands as you hear a small stifled grunt from him.

“oh please. you would've been eating away at those stale donuts in the staff room everyday if it weren't for me.” he pays for both of your meals and the two of you venture back to the school.

the walk back is surprisingly silent, something you’ve yearn for the whole day. the sky now paints itself with orange hues, blending seamless with pretty blues and pinks while cicadas mingle with the faint sound of traffic.

it’s peaceful but quickly becomes unnerving.

“…by the way, i'm choosing the restaurant next time.”

satoru dryly chuckles. “oh? there'll be a next time? lucky me i guess. and here i thought you didn't enjoy my company.”

“oh my god, do you ever shut the hell up?” you roll your eyes biting the inside of your cheek to hide away a formina smile.

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[todorokies]

important announcement !!

so i’ve decided to move blogs!!! i feel like i need a fresh start as this account just doesn’t really appeal to me anymore, please follow @getoville!!

if you’d like to come with me to my new account you’re more than welcomed!! i will be revising and reposting some of my works on there!!

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[getoville]

yuuji who is such a touchy drunk. big brown eyes all glossy with a dazed expression. his large hand splayed across the swell of your tit while his thumb and pointer finger absentmindedly rolls your pebbled nipple through the fabric of your shirt like it’s simply something to fidget with.

you slightly stiffen against him, his body keeps its position on being firmly pressed into your side, emitting warm heat. a soft shudder shakily exists your mouth while your head slowly tilts itself back on yuuji’s firm shoulder, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation.

you’re both completely flushed in the face—him worst than you with the fiery tips of his ears heavily contrast with his tanned skin. he’s actually smiling, too. the apple of his cheeks tinted in a red hue as he attempts to reinstate his train of thought without small giggles or slurred out compliments whispered in the shell of your ear.

he’s not even fully conscious of his actions. although he’s aware of just how good you feel against him like this: your tits softly smushed in his hand and your sweet scent wafts around and throughout his nose.

“hngh..yuuji..” you manage to get out in small huffs. your forehead is littered in sweat and you feel your resolve slip through the cracks, amost allowing yourself to consume the intoxication of his touch. he softly hums in acknowledgment. it’s gentle but gravelly.

“there’s people around..” you feebly warn with a small whimper, already feeling your panties dampen with slick. his half lidded eyes soon flick down low and his eyebrows knit together in genuine confusion.

“huh? i reallyy don’t what ya mean, babe.” he shrugs off with an airy chuckle, warm breath fanning the side of your face. he idly continues his ministrations on your perky nipple whilst going back to the story he has been attempting to tell for the past couple of minutes.

and the thing is, he truly is so clueless to how every light tug, twist, flick and rub has your pussy throbbing for more. how your thighs desperately clench together for friction and how your stifled moans start to loosely flow melodically into the air.

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹TILL I SEE STARS !

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: fem reader, suggestive, dirty talk, teasing, zanka gets hard, secret relationship . . . ᯓ★ based on this req !

zanka who is sooo sensitive! way more than the typical person with erogenous zones. even his earrings that hang elegantly from his lobes can sometimes get him squirming when the dark blue feathery strands graze against the crook of his neck

and he tries to hide this embarrassing fact from everyone, especially you. but his methods are blatantly obvious with the way he fully tenses up his muscles with caution when you engulf him in a warm embrace as your delicate hands wrap around his nape, all while your fingers paw at the soft hairs.

“good job today, i’m proud of you.” you purr shamelessly in the shell of his ear after a timely mission.

your intentions are sinfully motivated yet your actions could be perceived by the other cleaners as mundane, in the sense that it’s muscle memory for you two to indulge in skinship.

zanka stifles in your hold but quickly reciprocates. his hands instinctively move towards your waist to grab ahold of, but hesitates and decides on wrapping his arms around your back instead.

“same to you, but ya' have'ta be more careful next time,” he lightly lectures you as his ears burn a shade of crimson red from your praise.

“hm? why though?” your voice dips into a rich vibrato, airy and light with dubious intent, “wouldn’t hot nurse roleplay be fun?” you tease absentmindedly.

warmth quickly runs rampant through zanka’s veins leading for him to abruptly pull away from the embrace then grabbing ahold of your shoulder to keep you at a reasonable distance, “are ya' crazy! ya' can’t be talkin' like that… ” his tone doesn’t match the firmness he wishes to convey as the last of his words lightly squeaks out.

you bite the inside of your cheek to conceal your excitement; zanka was always so easy to toy with. a composed facade he’ll put up for everyone but with enough prodding, he’ll twitch and spasm diligently under your touch and melt like butter from your sweet-toned words.

“don’t be like that..” you swiftly remove his callused hands from your shoulder to intertwine your hands with his. you lean back into his personal space, your soft lips graze his lobe before speaking just below a hushed whisper which sends a static sensation creeping down his spine.

“…if i was injured wouldn’t you just fuck me till i see stars to make me feel better?”

as your words confidently leave your mouth, the reddish hue that dusts his ears inches its way down his neck to blossom over his skin. you can practically see the gears turning inside his head as he processes your words.

zanka opens his mouth agape then closes it and repeats for a few seconds as he stares at you shell shocked. all while your doe eyes beam innocently at him.

“whaddya mean by that—!”

you quickly remove yourself from his vincitity and drop your hold of his hands as follo is soon seen in your line of sight, waving for you guys to catch up with the others on the walk back to headquarters.

“c'mon zanka, we gotta go!” you jog up ahead with a smug smirk, giggling to yourself watching him trip over his feet to catch up to you.

when he finally does, the flustered look on his face doesn’t falter but his eyes contain hunger, a particular insatiable greed that turns him into a different man. he matches his steps with yours, walking in sync with you.

there’s a loud silence that follows, the kind that buzzes with anticipation of the next move to be placed on the chess board.

he opts to breaks the silence first. “…ya' really can’t be talkin' like that in front of tha' others. follo almost caught us.” his voice doesn’t waver; he’s serious this time with furrowed eyebrows.

“it’s not my fault you look so sexy while fighting, mhm gets me all wet, y’know.” you hum contently, linking arms with him while fiddling with the sleeve of his uniform. his heart beats erratically inside his chest and his hips just barely twitch.

zanka is known for having quite a sharp tongue in any given situation but the lewd words that spew out your pretty mouth has clouded his mind for possible rebuttals. instead, he folds his bottom lip tight between his teeth, biting down hard to somehow control the growing bulge in his pants.

it’s not until you both reach the jeep that complies with the rest of your colleagues where you sit in the backseat pressed up against the window and zanka himself, is when your palm just casually grazes the tent in his pants before you turn your head over to whisper in his ear.

“you gonna put me through the mattress when we get back or what?”

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[getoville]

DEATH AND THE MAIDEN┆ `𓏲𝄢 ᯓ ⟡₊ CHOSO. K

꒰⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── choso . . . seeks for a purpose in this hellish world within the four walls of your bedroom.

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: nsfw, soft dom fem reader, power dynamics, cunnilingus, slapping, choso is reader’s courtier, choso calls reader ‘m’lady’, nineteenth century gothic victorian era, wc: 1.4k

the grandfather clock from the bell tower above makes its presence known with three thunderous, echoing chimes that rumbled the surface below.

the daunting hours of midnight has struck allowing for the noticeable to go unnoticed within the dark palace.

choso hurries his pace, swiftly avoiding the gigantic stained glass windows that reflected the shimmering moonlight throughout the long corridor; leaning towards the shadows.

despite the residents having long blown out their candles that rest on their nightstands, the fear of getting caught cannot be shaken out of his psyche.

with each thudding step he took, it felt as if the corridor was elongating on it’s own. preventing him from reaching his one and only. his small taste of spring after an everlasting winter, the only one to pull him out of the ongoing cycle of misery.

soon enough he finds himself stationed infront or your detailed baroque door. his body thinks faster than his mind, swiftly raising his bare chuckles to knock a specific tune that would notify you 'twas him.

with faint creaks, the door opens revealing you clad in a white frilly nightgown adorned with detailed lace that nears your collarbones. the gown hits just above the knees as the sheer and delicate fabric cascades your body whilst heavily outlining the curve of your tits.

choso silently curses profanities for already feeling his cock throb pathetically at the mere sight of you.

this late rendezvous was taboo as it was, but putting sexual advances in the spotlight would cause detrimental harm to his position as your main courtier.

the higher ups would cease all of his duties and banish him from the palace, loosing any form of contact with you.

he couldn’t have that, he refuses.

“would you care to come in?” your voice breaks him out of the enchanting spell you’ve unknowingly cast upon him.

he sheepishly clears his throat, “yes of course, m'lady.” he steps in, immediately taking note of the spike in temperature in contrast to the cold hallway.

you silently close the heavy door behind him as and let out a soft giggle. “you may drop the formalities when it’s just us, you know?”

“i rather not, m'lady. i still want to show respect despite how improper we act towards each other.”

you simply hum in acknowledgment, inching closer into his personal space to face him, to soak in his beauty that must only be examined under the divine moonlight.

the hefty dark circles that clings onto his skin leaves you in awe. as you lift a finger to graze over his thick birth mark that gracefully paints over his nose, he stills his breath. leaning his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.

“something on your mind, cho?”

he falters a bit due to the nickname —the concept of improper name calling is foreign to him— having to catch his own footing before tripping. your voice is dipped in honey as it stirs warmth in the pit of his stomach.

“same old burdens that often sit on my mind.” he grimaces and you sport a frown, knowing he is hinting at the stubborn thoughts that trouble him at night.

he notices a few creases on your forehead and plants a chaste kiss to calm your nerves. “don’t worry that’s my job, remember? i’m here to service and cater to your needs.”

“is that why you’ve ask me to accompany you tonight? you need my services?” he refers to the note you slipped into the palm of his hand earlier in the day regarding a fitting of a dress.

when in truth, it was a hoax to lure him in your quarters alone. if anything in that note was truthful, you wanted him to take off the current sleepwear that clings your body.

dismissing his inquiry, you wrap your arms around his neck with your fingers finding solace at the nape, leaning in to enclose the small distance of air between the two of you.

soft mostizured lips captures his icy cold ones. it’s uncomfortable at first. jagged with small errors and frequent teeth clashing until choso’s hands sneak around your waist to pull you closer, finding himself relaxing to your scent that engulfed him.

feeling him melt against your figure, you take the initiative to dip your tongue into his mouth and swirl around, exploring new territory.

his knees buck wildly, feeling his bulge graze over the feathering fabric of your nightgown, feeling everything he beholds.

you’ve got him right where you want him.

you abruptly break the kiss. a thin string of saliva shimmers in your retreat from his lips as you lead him towards the foot of your bed.

with gentle force you send him onto his knees and a light thud echos from the wooden floors. you then take a seat on the bedding, positioning yourself directly infront of him.

“i do demand a unique kind of service that only you can preform for me.” cunning you beam.

choso looks up at you with furrowed brows, not fully comprehending your rather vague statement.

not until you hike up your thin nightgown and widen your legs to give him a closer view at your glistening cunt dripping with arousal.

choso’s breath gets caught in his throat. his mouth suddenly runs dry as his eyes flicker from your face and back to your slicked folds, needy and ready for him.

just for him.

smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain that spreads across his check snaps him out of his daze, “it’s rude to stare, choso. especially at a lady waiting for her demanded services.”

your stern voice combined with the quick slap has him scrabbling to attach his hot mouth onto your throbbing clit.

he uses his tongue to expertly swirl around it, lewdly lapping at the sensitive nub. slick smears his chin as faint suckling and squelching bounces off the walls.

his cold callused hands etches soothing patterns on your outer thighs. your hands grips at the root of his black locks of hair, tugging occasionally to serve as encouragement.

“mhmm! feels s’good…” you pant breathlessly.

soft whines and angelic moans carelessly leaves your lips. his tongue moves in vertical strides from your hole to your puffy clit then finally dipping his wet muscle in your drooling hole. he moans as he can taste you better like this.

so sweet and savoury.

he darts his tongue in and out at a slow antagonizing pace. wanting nothing more than to collect every last drop you’d offer for him —a privilege he refuses to take for granted— however his speed did not please you in the slightest.

you forcefully tug at his hair to bring him eye to eye, his already fucked out expression proves he wasn’t thinking clearly.

“you are in no position of power to prolong my pleasure! remember that, choso.” you warn him cautiously with a sharp hiss.

he nods profusely seeking your forgiveness. “my apologies, m'lady. you just taste so sweet.. may i please continue?”

you don’t give him an answer instead you tug his face back at your pussy. he moves his tongue vigorously with confidence this time, even adding his thumb to rub tight circles onto your clit.

the room increases in temperature, the roaring fireplace adds to the humidity. breathy groans seep out of choso’s mouth, bringing you even closer to your release.

“‘m gonna cum 'm gonna cum!” your legs instinctively squeeze around his head, cuffing his ears with applied pressure forcing his face even further into your cunt.

for as long as he can remember, choso has always questioned his existence. what sole meaning does he serve on this earth?

but once he sees your face scrunch up in pleasure, thrashing your pretty head around while gently pinching at your perky nipples, everything clicks for him;

his sole purpose is to serve you.

to please you in very aspect of life and in return he gets filled with a warm sense of belonging and love that softly kneads at his usually cold heart.

you soon cum hard on his tongue with an echoing moan that would surely awaken the entire palace. but at that very moment, choso would only gently lick you clean —while being mindful to not overstimulate you—, kiss you with utter devotion to calm you down and help you hydrate yourself.

you are his hopeful source of life that accompanies his woeful death.

walking hand and hand you both complete each other’s soul…

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[getoville]

cherry blossoms, tarot cards & chamomile ⟡ SUGURU. G

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: sfw, fem reader, book store meet-cute, strangers to potential lovers, mentions of curses, tarot cards reading wc: 1.6K

spring has sprung as one would say. the pale snow that covered the ground has melted away, which in turn allowed the freshly cut grass to flourish.

cherry blossoms had recently littered the streets alongside the sidewalks, with each petal engaging in a unique twirl that fluttered like a dragonfly before angelically collapsing on the concrete.

with spring came along new missions suguru would have to endure either by himself or with his trusted friend —and nuisance— satoru. as curse energy that once accumulated during the toughest season gets released during the warmer seasons.

today is different however. the pair has been sent into town to retrieve a relic from jujutsu history; a two thousand year old book that slipped out of the archives and has been rumored to be contained in a bookstore hidden in the nooks of jimbocho.

“the warm breeze outside might fix the low oxygen levels in your heads.” yaga sarcastically reasons when satoru makes his complaints known about the origins of the mission.

the raven haired sorcerer reprimanded his tone but expressed similar concern in a more diligent manner.

anyone with half a brain would know it would take decades to successfully pawn through each and every bookshop in the jimbocho district for a specific book, that neither of them obtains the slightest clue as of what it looks like.

nonetheless, they were shooed off campus with a pat on the back and a simple: “you’ll know it when you see it—or rather feel it.”

suguru now navigated through the busy streets alone, —his white haired companion taking off a few hours ago on his own journey— with both hands in his pockets taking in the simplicities of life that surrounded him while keeping his eyes sharp for any unusual curse energy.

each corner he’d turn the storefronts would be filled with colourful book spines neatly lined adjacent to one another. the harsh sound of crimped sandpaper occasionally made its presence known when a customer would flip through the pages.

a bitter earthly aroma tangoed with the wind. one would simply scrunch their nose up and turn the other way but for suguru, the olden smell of books filled him with comfort.

elderly couples hand in hand, a few children accompanied by their parents, and the complementary store cats that would linger in the isles or be found curled up on a random stack of books.

after roaming about and checking a few stores for their recent inventory stock, suguru oddly felt inclined towards a particular store that was quite larger than the others.

he enters. a ring of a bell from above signals his arrival. immediately, the smell of different assortments of tea wafts in and lingers in his nose.

a café combined with a bookstore. that’s definitely convenient.

he eyes the “ring for assistance” bell that rest apon the main counter, he lightly scoffs before ringing it.

“how many times do i have to tell your ass, no, you can’t conduct a séance here—” you round the tight, abelit, breathable corner to face the person it seems like you weren’t expecting. you slightly jump back in a frightened manner then regain your composure.

or more so your customer service demeanour.

“my apologies! business is slow today and i thought a rather persistent customer had came back. do you need help with a book or would you like to order something?”

you enunciate your words with care. trying to not let any vocal cracks slip as you fiddle with your colourful apron, which is a rather stark contrast from your all black work uniform.

suguru would pride himself as goal oriented man. the kind demands of asking to take a look at your recent stocks to see if the cursed book has fallen onto your shelves, nearly wavers past his lips but the faint smell of his favourite tea clouds his better judgement.

“yes, i’d take chamomile tea with honey please.”

“coming right up!” you popped the ‘p’ at the end of your sentence, scurrying off into the back to prepare his choice of beverage.

alone with his thoughts again, suguru observed his surroundings with more precise clarity.

the store has a whimsical charm to it. different array of ambiance lighting scattered throughout the establishment, vintage burgundy rugs made an appearance here and there, a few wooden chairs cushioned by velvet and a long couch that looks as if it has been passed down through many generations.

a sturdy coffee table in the middle, and of course, the probably hundreds of thousands books neatly tucked in the shelves.

he wonders if you run this big place by yourself, must be a hassle if you do. he also wonders why a séance was mentioned by you in an irritated tone. maybe it could connect to his current mission? he plans on subtly bringing the topic up.

“one chamomile with honey!” you cheerfully announce, handing over his mug. you don’t miss the way your heart skips a few beats when your fingers accidentally brush against his.

suguru nods his head to express his thanks. while digging for his wallet, he brings up what’s been on his mind.

“what was that séance you were talking about before?” he lightheartedly inquires.

you cautiously look over your shoulders and nibble on your bottom lip as if you were scared someone might hear. “nothing too serious i suppose. these past few days business has unfortunately plummeted because there’s been talk about how this place is haunted.”

a small beat passes.

“which it isn’t by the way! just some silly stuff kids say when they wanna get under uncle daichi’s skin,” you grimace under your breath.

you then go on a bit of a tangent about how these alleged “hauntings” started a few weeks ago. just about the same time you gotten a new inventory restock.

books would fly off shelves, unnerving whispers can be heard, lights would flicker and the atmosphere would turn unsettling.

suguru is unfazed yet intrigued by this. he calmly listens as his sharp eyes never leaves your face. he notices how animated your expressions are when retelling the events; you talk heartily with your hands as well as your voice that creates a certain bass to match your feelings.

he hums as he takes a slip from his mug, “can you show me the known hotspot for these hauntings?”

you nod eagerly and swiftly move from your spot at the front desk to the back of the store.

yaga wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be able to feel the cursed book, as the cursed energy in the air multiples a tenfold once you two step into the secluded part of the store where the ambient lighting couldn’t reach.

he wonders just how a cursed object this powerful was able to conceal itself from being spotted for so long.

suguru plucks the hefty grimoire off the shelf, small dust particles flying in its wake. “i’d like to purchase this one.”

you look at him as if he grew an extra pair of eyes, but quickly shrug off any confusion and lead him back to the front of the store to cash him out.

as you process his payment you feel conflicted about letting this particular stranger go so soon. holding him up for a few minutes couldn’t hurt, right?

“uhh..wait!” you sputter out in a haste, “with each purchase, a tarot card reading is offered free of charge. would you like to know what the future potentially has in store for you?”

suguru presses his lips in a thin line and sighs. he doesn’t have time for this and doesn’t believe in cards beholding a hidden future.

however he is a sorcerer that had just bought a book that would be a great danger to society if not soon contained. raining on other peoples parade simply isn’t his forte.

he softly smiles at you with his eyes turning into small crescent moons. “hit me.”

you try to conceal your excitement as you bring out a deck bound together by a rubber band. you start hastily shuffling them until four different cards slip out of the deck.

death, judegment, eight of cups, and the lovers.

“intresting…” you quietly hum to yourself.

“don’t be too alarmed by the death card. it could indicate the decay of a friendship that doesn’t hinder towards your beliefs or an troublesome habit finally coming to an end.”

your fingers graze on the next set of cards as you continue. “judgement and eight of cups go hand in hand. your new calls for action may put certain things into perspective for you, as this chosen path may lead to dissatisfaction.”

“and finally, the lovers card is the nice light at the end of the tunnel. someone you can confine in and pour your heart out to.”

you smile as you start to put away the cards to bid the friendly stranger farewell. “tarot cards can be interpreted in a million different ways so take what i say with a grain of salt.”

suguru stares astonished absorbing this information. you’re good, he’ll give you that much.

he quickly clears his throat, “well, thanks for the reading and the tea. have a great day.”

and just like that, he turns his back to leave until he stops just in front of the entrance door with a small smirk. “oh yeah, and i can assure you that the “hauntings” should come to an end now.”

you wave him goodbye with a smile until he fully leaves, which is when the realization hits that you didn’t even get the chance to catch his name. you frown as you groan into your palms.

maybe he’ll swing by again…hopefully.

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ higuruma with a sweet, oblivious wife who always writes small encouraging messages on sticky notes before signing them off with a prominent red kiss mark on the paper and sticking it onto the inside his briefcase.

but what she doesn’t know is that once he’s finally left alone during his break, he hastily pulls out his straining cock that rest uncomfortably against his dress pants and start pumping up and down. smearing his sticky precum all over his beat red tip with a throaty groan all while your innocent note is gripped tightly in his unoccupied hand.

his hand lightly squeezes at the base, straining himself, before working his way back up his heavy length twisting in meticulous strokes that simulate the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock.

with a muffled moan hidden behind his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he finally spills thick white ropes of cum as his chest heaves with spasming hips. he rests slump on his office chair for a few minutes, hand still fisting his cock and all.

he soon opens his tired eyes to be met with undeniable evidence of his own actions. your sweetly written words of “good luck with today’s trial. you got this, my love! ” is damped with specs of his cum whilst your kiss mark is completely covered in the white substance, dripping onto his black work suit.

his eyes scan towards the clock hung above the doorway. it’s fifteen minutes past his break time and he’s the most indecent he has ever looked at the current moment. he shudders, almost being overtaking by embarrassment.

“shit…” he softly mutters to himself.

[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ higuruma with a sweet, oblivious wife who always writes small encouraging messages on sticky notes before signing them off with a prominent red kiss mark on the paper and sticking it onto the inside his briefcase.

but what she doesn’t know is that once he’s finally left alone during his break, he hastily pulls out his straining cock that rest uncomfortably against his dress pants and start pumping up and down. smearing his sticky precum all over his beat red tip with a throaty groan all while your innocent note is gripped tightly in his unoccupied hand.

his hand lightly squeezes at the base, straining himself, before working his way back up his heavy length twisting in meticulous strokes that simulate the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock.

with a muffled moan hidden behind his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he finally spills thick white ropes of cum as his chest heaves with spasming hips. he rests slump on his office chair for a few minutes, hand still fisting his cock and all.

he soon opens his tired eyes to be met with undeniable evidence of his own actions. your sweetly written words of “good luck with today’s trial. you got this, my love! ” is damped with specs of his cum whilst your kiss mark is completely covered in the white substance, dripping onto his black work suit.

his eyes scan towards the clock hung above the doorway. it’s fifteen minutes past his break time and he’s the most indecent he has ever looked at the current moment. he shudders, almost being overtaking by embarrassment.

“shit…” he softly mutters to himself.

[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ higuruma who actually enjoys getting under your skin in the workplace setting just to get a kick out of it, despite not looking the part. he’s aware he can’t publicly express his affections without human resources breathing down his neck, so he works around the preset rules.

he’s so methodical. always meticulously two steps ahead of certain situations that go unnoticed even by the most experienced and trained eyes.

like “accidentally” bumping into you around a tight corner in the office and dropping a stack of neatly aligned paperwork, causing it to helplessly spiral onto the ground. he crouches down onto floor level to pick up the mess, giving him an up close view to the few inches of bare skin that your tight pencil skirt doesn’t fully cover.

a curt murmur of an apology gets heard from below as he takes his precious time gathering the loose papers, his large figure hunched over in front of you.

your breath hitches once his callused hand leaves a caressing touch against the soft skin of your calf before he finally stands up on his feet again. droopy, tired eyes quickly flashes over with mischievous intention.

“excuse me,” he’ll say before carefully maneuvering around you. all while you stand there flustered and in disbelief.

or when he purposely cages you from behind with his arms outstretched on either side of your figure. broad chest bumping into your back, slightly hovering over you, as you sit at your cubicle listening to him thoroughly explain the case that has been lost in translation for you.

his minty breath intertwined with a hint of coffee hits against the shell of your ear. his voice just falls below a whisper causing a shiver to run down your spine.

you soon subconsciously tune out his monotonous words as the only thing your mind can focus on is the husky smell of his cologne intoxicating your mind and making you weak in the knees.

“….but i’m sure a smart girl like you will memorize the legal proceedings for the trial, isn’t that right?” hiromi muses. a faint smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, feeling the way your breathing rapidly picks up against him.

but his favourite way of riling you up is during the dreadful hours of overtime, where only one or two other restless attorneys occupy the boring, dull space.

a dropped ballpoint pen that rolls under your cubicle isn’t enough to draw major attention. the option to simply roll over his office chair and pick up the item doesn’t occur, instead he fits himself under your cramped desk without a care in the world.

“hiromi what are you—”

“you’ll have to excuse me—” he mutters hastily pulling up the fabric of your skirt to scrunch around your waist and widening your legs until your laced panties are exposed, “—just looking for my pen.”

he pulls your slick panties to the side and dips his tongue into your already wet hole and your pussy automatically clenches around the warm muscle. “mngh! that feels..." you tightly grip at the desk table to brace yourself while your back arches off the chair.

his palms roam freely on your thighs to selfishly grip at the flesh in an attempt to gravitate your body closer towards him. his knees begin to dully ache due to the tiled floor but he doesn’t pay much mind to it.

he groans against your heat, “needed you exactly like this.” he licks a large stride from your hole to your throbbing clit then enclose his mouth around the nub, gently suckling onto it.

you loudly squeal with your body jerking forwards, nails digging farther into sturdy table. soon nail marks slowly start to appear onto the surface.

hiromi sympathetically sighs from below you, “try to keep the noises down for me, okay?”

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ plug!choso who is the biggest sap for his most avoidant customer . . .ᯓ★₊ fem reader, nsfw, p in v, avoidant!attachment!reader

“you’re not making a lot of noises, am i doing a bad job?”

choso’s thrusts comes to a halt as stills inside of your velvety walls. he stares down at you from above, loose black strands of his hair drapes down like a curtain. his eyes rapidly scan your features for any signs of discomfort.

all while you stare up at him, eyes glassy and mind dazed with your mouth rapidly turning dry from the cannabis that was previously smoked a couple minutes ago.

you groan, turning your head to the left to face away from him. you sigh, “i didn’t tell you to stop, did i?” brute annoyance laced in your tone.

you clench your pussy around his hard cock as to heed a warning and his hips spams, a throaty grunt twisted in his chest emerges. “s-shit! wait!” his hand scrambles to grip at your plush thighs in order to ground himself.

he lightly pants out with furrowed brows. “you’re more out of it than usual,” choso keeps what’s left of his composure in check, making sure you’re okay first. “it’s like you’re here but not really here.. did you smoke too much?”

you huff with half lidded eyes glued to the few piercings that dangled from his earlobes. the buzz of your high is still prominent yet you’re still conscious enough to take account of your actions.

his toned biceps glisten with sweat as he holds you down firmly with a thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles on your hip, he makes no effort to farther continue his ministrations.

he really won’t fuck you if you don’t spill your guts, huh?

you shut your hefty eyes in defeat, your hands coming up to drag them down your face. “just thinkin' of all the assignments and things i need to catch up on 's all.”

choso’s mouth forms an o shape and slowly nods, digesting your answer. a small beat passes before he runs a nervous palm through his messy hair, “…well uh, do you want to talk about it?” he sheepishly asks.

he watches your flushed face contort into a solemn expression, a spark of genuine fear flashes over your heavy eyes. your breath hitched before scoffing in disbelief.

“you’re not serious…” you reach down to pull his now semi-soft cock out of your cunt, then shuffling from underneath him to rest your naked body against the headboard.

“woah, hold on—” choso’s eyes widen and he soon follows suit, sitting next to you on the spot on his bed. he quickly uses the blanket to cover the lower half of your exposed body.

“no offence, choso,” you sharply cut him off. “but i came over to get high and fucked into your mattress— not sit and talk to you about what’s bothering me.” you attempt to adjust your tone to come across as more gentle but the harshness of your words does the opposite effect.

choso feels a dull pang in his chest, heart aching from your your choice of words. he knows it’s all supposed to be a transactional agreement. he supplies you and in return, you two get intimate. it’s a win-win deal on both ends but it doesn’t ease the pain of it all.

he has worshiped your body and vice versa but you can’t find it in you to confide with him?

“i can do your assignments for you,” his mouth moves before his brain can even process the words he formulates. he shocks himself but decides to double down, instead. “i don’t mind. it’s the least i can do.”

you stare at him dumbfounded for a few seconds until you let out a genuine heartily crackle —full on laughing in his face—with tears of laughter brimming at your waterline.

“oh choso..” you swipe the fallen tear streaks from your cheeks as you calm down, “pussy and weed got you acting up. it’s a dangerous combination for you.”

you quickly shift out of bed to dress yourself, tumbling over a bit in the process. your focus doesn’t register the small frown that embeds itself on choso’s face as he helps you grab your panties and skirt that were hastily thrown across the room beforehand.

“seeing you like…this…already helps me with my stressful life so don’t worry too much about me.” you attempt to reassure him with a tight lipped smile.

“will i see you tomorrow?” he suddenly blurts out.

you pause for a moment. “…maybe next week.”

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ plug!choso who is the biggest sap for his most avoidant customer . . .ᯓ★₊ fem reader, nsfw, p in v, avoidant!attachment!reader

“you’re not making a lot of noises, am i doing a bad job?”

choso’s thrusts comes to a halt as stills inside of your velvety walls. he stares down at you from above, loose black strands of his hair drapes down like a curtain. his eyes rapidly scan your features for any signs of discomfort.

all while you stare up at him, eyes glassy and mind dazed with your mouth rapidly turning dry from the cannabis that was previously smoked a couple minutes ago.

you groan, turning your head to the left to face away from him. you sigh, “i didn’t tell you to stop, did i?” brute annoyance laced in your tone.

you clench your pussy around his hard cock as to heed a warning and his hips spams, a throaty grunt twisted in his chest emerges. “s-shit! wait!” his hand scrambles to grip at your plush thighs in order to ground himself.

he lightly pants out with furrowed brows. “you’re more out of it than usual,” choso keeps what’s left of his composure in check, making sure you’re okay first. “it’s like you’re here but not really here.. did you smoke too much?”

you huff with half lidded eyes glued to the few piercings that dangled from his earlobes. the buzz of your high is still prominent yet you’re still conscious enough to take account of your actions.

his toned biceps glisten with sweat as he holds you down firmly with a thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles on your hip, he makes no effort to farther continue his ministrations.

he really won’t fuck you if you don’t spill your guts, huh?

you shut your hefty eyes in defeat, your hands coming up to drag them down your face. “just thinkin' of all the assignments and things i need to catch up on 's all.”

choso’s mouth forms an o shape and slowly nods, digesting your answer. a small beat passes before he runs a nervous palm through his messy hair, “…well uh, do you want to talk about it?” he sheepishly asks.

he watches your flushed face contort into a solemn expression, a spark of genuine fear flashes over your heavy eyes. your breath hitched before scoffing in disbelief.

“you’re not serious…” you reach down to pull his now semi-soft cock out of your cunt, then shuffling from underneath him to rest your naked body against the headboard.

“woah, hold on—” choso’s eyes widen and he soon follows suit, sitting next to you on the spot on his bed. he quickly uses the blanket to cover the lower half of your exposed body.

“no offence, choso,” you sharply cut him off. “but i came over to get high and fucked into your mattress— not sit and talk to you about what’s bothering me.” you attempt to adjust your tone to come across as more gentle but the harshness of your words does the opposite effect.

choso feels a dull pang in his chest, heart aching from your your choice of words. he knows it’s all supposed to be a transactional agreement. he supplies you and in return, you two get intimate. it’s a win-win deal on both ends but it doesn’t ease the pain of it all.

he has worshiped your body and vice versa but you can’t find it in you to confide with him?

“i can do your assignments for you,” his mouth moves before his brain can even process the words he formulates. he shocks himself but decides to double down, instead. “i don’t mind. it’s the least i can do.”

you stare at him dumbfounded for a few seconds until you let out a genuine heartily crackle —full on laughing in his face—with tears of laughter brimming at your waterline.

“oh choso..” you swipe the fallen tear streaks from your cheeks as you calm down, “pussy and weed got you acting up. it’s a dangerous combination for you.”

you quickly shift out of bed to dress yourself, tumbling over a bit in the process. your focus doesn’t register the small frown that embeds itself on choso’s face as he helps you grab your panties and skirt that were hastily thrown across the room beforehand.

“seeing you like…this…already helps me with my stressful life so don’t worry too much about me.” you attempt to reassure him with a tight lipped smile.

“will i see you tomorrow?” he suddenly blurts out.

you pause for a moment. “…maybe next week.”

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: vaguely inspired by the movie, fluff & angst, gn reader, au!where hidden inventory arc didn’t happen and geto stayed as a sorcerer.

“you know, you never did tell me your thoughts on the multiverse.”

the low hum of the dryer tumbling fills the abrupt silence that follows your question, sounds of water repeatedly sloshing around with the obnoxious beaming of a flickering light from above.

suguru raises his eyebrow with a smirk already plastered on his face. “i wasn’t aware you were so eager to hear my opinion on the matter.”

the laundromat was lowly lit but provided enough illumination to see the man across from you, clad in a black sweatshirt paired with grey sweatpants. his leg crossed the other, whilst leaning against an unused washing machine.

despite the poor lighting, his eyes sparkled with a sense of eagerness to hear you speak. your voice has always mellowed his erratic thoughts.

you scrunch your face up, “don’t start that with me. i brought it up earlier and you told me you’d give me an answer later.”

you start to mindlessly swing your legs as you reside on top of a unoccupied dryer, “so you’ve never wondered what another version of yourself could be doing at this moment?”

“i’m content with my life right now so that never crossed my mind but if i had to guess—” he raises a finger towards his chin.

“—i’d assume alternative me is at home, peacefully doing laundry, with a not-so-broken machine.” he teasingly flashes his crescent moon eye smile at you.

you scowl, “you think you’re soo funny but i promise you’re not.”

a comfortable silence soon falls among the two of you. the loud clamor of machinery and water splashing slowly gets drowned out by your heavy contemplation.

you’ve given much thought about alternative dimensions to the point where it evades into your slumber turning your dreams into unforgettable night terrors. the horrors seep past the nightime leaking into daylight leaving you anxious almost every single minute of the day.

“even if you are content with life, doesn’t it bother you not knowing how your life would’ve turned out if you did or didn’t make certain decisions..?”

the seriousness of your tone catches suguru off guard, he straighten out his posture to fully turn his body towards you.

you’ve obviously got something more perplexed on your mind that you’re trying to sputter out, so he humors you and entertains the conversation.

“if i let it bother me i’d probably go insane.” he chuckles moreso at himself rather than you.

“fair enough. but just tell me, if you weren’t a sorcerer what would you be?”

suguru tenderly smiles at your innocent inquiry. it flashes back memories of elementary teachers asking similar questions during the first day as icebreakers.

he can’t pinpoint the exact answer he gave to his class as a child, but it reminded him of his former aspirations, had he managed to escape the jujutsu world.

“i wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, how about you?”

unbearable dread ignites your heart from the sentiment of him not being able to achieve such a mellow dream.

to have a ticking time bomb attached to his lifespan the moment he was born into this world was devastating, although he had accepted his fate a long time ago.

he reassures you this is the way life works: some are born into fortune while others suffer misfortune before climbing to the top, and even then, their happiness isn’t promised.

“then i bet in another universe you’re a kindergarten teacher who isn’t forced to eat curses.” you had playfulness hinted in your tone but suguru couldn’t help but feel a warm pang in his chest that blossomed throughout him.

he truly despised his current occupation not even wishing it on his worst enemies, nobody should have to subject themselves to the cruelty he consumes on the daily. if he had the ability to quit, he would.

but then who will protect the weak if the strong have fallen?

“as for me, i think being a librarian would be nice; surrounded by ancient books that carry history would be my all time safe haven.”

you then tread carefully on your next question, “do you think…we…exist together in different universes?”

suguru ears perk up by this, he proceeds to walk over to the machine you’re sitting on then slot himself between your legs. his large callused hands roam your thighs giving you a sense of comfort you very much needed.

“i believe my love for you transcends across every single universe.” he presses his forehead against yours, lowering his voice to a mere whisper as if the lingering ghosts of the establishment would hear his next proclamation.

“i’m sure in another universe we just do laundry and taxes together… no heavy responsibilities, no curse spirits, just us.”

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ I HEARD A RUMOR. . . !

tall tales and gossip spread fast around headquarters, but are any of them true? ┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ gachiakuta men secret kinks

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on the disc: enjin, gris rubion, tamsy caines, follo tsunīto

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: nsfw, fem reader, dom & sub reader, edging, spanking, degradation, wax play, light bondage, praise, consensual free üse

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that ENJIN actually likes to be dominated in bed. but there’s no way that’s true, just look at him.”

his rugged appearance sends off a daunting message that he isn’t one to be toyed with, but underneath that persuasive persona is a man who wants to remove the weight from his shoulders and relish in the way your hands move against his slicked cock.

“hah— please baby, you gotta speed up f'me,” he slurs. your hand moves meticulously with vigour, up and down his length as precum carelessly spills from his slit and coats over your skin. his cock is an angry shade of red as it throbs in your grasp.

“just need that warm mouth. please, please baby i need it!” enjin babbles out with a grunt once your pointer finger dips in the gushing tip to collect his juices and trails it down the prominent vein on his cock, towards his heavy balls.

you let out an irritated sigh, “you don’t need my mouth, you want it.” you caress his balls instead, and he loudly hisses through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, his weeping cock twitches against his stomach.

you sneer with disgust. “you expect me to give you permission to cum when you can’t even differentiate between the two?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆“i heard a rumor that GRIS is super vanilla during sex. i wouldn’t doubt it. he won’t lift a hand to hurt a fly.”

his patient and sweet nature is all factual to who he is a person, however there is only so much he can tolerate. overwhelming responsibilities and back-to-back raids are headaches as it is, but when you act up in the way that you do, it gives him a pass to take out all his frustrations.

smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain spreads across the skin of your ass, causing you to let a muffled whimper. your back adjusts the arched position it’s in, farthing your stomach into the mattress. gris’ warm palm then soothingly kneads at the effected area afterwards.

“you should know better than to act the way you did today. were you trying to get my attention?” his voice is authoritative, low and guttural. he doesn’t allow you to get a word in as another harsh smack lands on your ass, the sound ripples through the air.

his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt allows for lewd squelching to occur when you attempt to fuck yourself on his length. he stops you with a tight grip onto your hips. not forceful enough cause pain, but enough to feel a hefty amount of pressure against your hipbones.

he tsk at you from above, not satisfied with your greed. “do i need to teach you some manners?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “ i heard a rumor that TAMSY is some kind of sex freak .. but you know it’s always the quiet ones that are the freakiest.”

none of his colleagues truly know him outside of what little he pick and chooses to share, which leads to more outlandish narratives to emerge. he won’t confirm nor deny, although that facade of his cracks so delicately during the dead of night.

the hot wax dribbles off the candle stick and lands in droplets onto your exposed tits, trailing down to your pebbled nipples. you gasp and instinctively clench your thighs together for friction, tamsy takes notice of your actions and lets out a dry chuckle, almost mocking you.

“hmm? does my angel want to be fucked?” his voice is devoid of emotion, tresses of blond hair left loose to inch down his back. a finger of his tugs on the tightly enforced ribbons that restrain against your body. a work of art his craftsmanship is, while you are his muse.

tears softly prickle in the waterline of your eyes. you’re unsure if it’s due to pent up arousal or being up on display like this, you’re slicked folds uncomfortably stick together and the dried up wax sits heavily upon you.

tamsy cocks his head to the side then captures your chin in his grasp, tilting it upwards. his eyes darken with something disgustingly sinister, “i don’t think sluts who cry deserve to be fucked.”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that FOLLO is waiting until marriage to have sex, he is so innocent that it just makes sense.”

he’s got everyone fooled with that boyish charm of his. from his friends to colleagues, but off the clock it’s almost sickening how depraved and perverted he is. he could fuck you for five hours straight without interruptions, if possible.

he gets off to the mundane aspects of life, curating them to fit a particular fantasy. like sneaking into your bedroom to bully his cock past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth as you’re fast asleep. getting hard from the dazed look on your face as you awake from slumber.

you stir in your sleep, feeling something foreign slowly drag in and out of your mouth until gaining full consciousness, already knowing who is it.

humming contently, you welcome him by using your warm mouth to sweetly wrap around him, cheeks hollowed out as you softly gag in intervals.

follo’s hips instinctively twitch with his set pace soon turning sloppy, “yeah that’s it, you can take it. take it all for me..”

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[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ I HEARD A RUMOR. . . !

tall tales and gossip spread fast around headquarters, but are any of them true? ┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ gachiakuta men secret kinks

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on the disc: enjin, gris rubion, tamsy caines, follo tsunīto

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: nsfw, fem reader, dom & sub reader, edging, spanking, degradation, wax play, light bondage, praise, consensual free üse

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that ENJIN actually likes to be dominated in bed. but there’s no way that’s true, just look at him.”

his rugged appearance sends off a daunting message that he isn’t one to be toyed with, but underneath that persuasive persona is a man who wants to remove the weight from his shoulders and relish in the way your hands move against his slicked cock.

“hah— please baby, you gotta speed up f'me,” he slurs. your hand moves meticulously with vigour, up and down his length as precum carelessly spills from his slit and coats over your skin. his cock is an angry shade of red as it throbs in your grasp.

“just need that warm mouth. please, please baby i need it!” enjin babbles out with a grunt once your pointer finger dips in the gushing tip to collect his juices and trails down the prominent vein on his cock, towards his heavy balls.

you let out an irritated sigh, “you don’t need my mouth, you want it.” you caress his balls instead, and he loudly hisses through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, his weeping cock twitches against his stomach.

you sneer with disgust. “you expect me to give you permission to cum when you can’t even differentiate between the two?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆“i heard a rumor that GRIS is super vanilla during sex. i wouldn’t doubt it. he won’t lift a hand to hurt a fly.”

his patient and sweet nature is all factual to who he is a person, however there is only so much he can tolerate. overwhelming responsibilities and back-to-back raids are headaches as it is, but when you act up in the way that you do, it gives him a pass to take out all his frustrations.

smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain that spreads across the skin of your ass, causing you to let a muffled whimper. your back adjusts the arched position it’s in, farthing your stomach into the mattress. gris’ warm palm then soothing kneads at the effected area afterwards.

“you should know better than to act the way you did today. where you trying to get my attention?” his voice is authoritative, low and guttural. he doesn’t allow you to get a word in as another harsh smack lands on your ass, the sound ripples through the air.

his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt allows for lewd squelching to occur when you attempt to fuck yourself on his length. he stops you with a tight grip onto your hips. not forceful enough cause pain, but enough to feel a hefty amount of pressure against your hipbones.

he tsk at you from above, not satisfied with your greed. “do i need to teach you some manners?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “ i heard a rumor that TAMSY is some kind of sex freak .. but you know it’s always the quiet ones that are the freakiest.”

none of his colleagues truly know him outside of what little he pick and chooses to share, which leads to more outlandish narratives to emerge. he won’t confirm nor deny, although that facade of his cracks so delicately during the dead of night.

the hot wax dribbles off the candle stick and lands in droplets onto your exposed tits, trailing down to your pebbled nipples. you gasp and instinctively clench your thighs together for friction, tamsy takes notice of your actions and lets out a dry chuckle, almost mocking you.

“hmm? does my angel want to be fucked?” his voice is devoid of emotion, tresses of blond hair left loose to inch down his back. a finger of his tugs on the tightly enforced ribbons that restrain against your body. a work of art his craftsmanship is, while you are his muse.

tears softly prickle in the waterline of your eyes. you’re unsure if it’s due to pent up arousal or being up on display like this, you’re slicked folds uncomfortably stick together and the dried up wax sits heavily upon you.

tamsy cocks his head to the side then captures your chin in his grasp, tilting it upwards. his eyes darken with something disgustingly sinister, “i don’t think sluts who cry deserve to be fucked.”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that FOLLO is waiting until marriage to have sex, he is so innocent that it just makes sense.”

he’s got everyone fooled with that boyish charm of his. from his friends to colleagues, but off the clock it’s almost sickening how depraved and perverted he is. he could fuck you for five hours straight without interruptions, if possible.

he gets off to the mundane aspects of life, curating them to fit a particular fantasy. like sneaking into your bedroom to bully his cock past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth as you’re fast asleep. getting hard from the dazed look on your face as you awake from slumber.

you stir in your sleep, feeling something foreign slowly drag in and out of your mouth until gaining full consciousness, already knowing who is it.

humming contently, you welcome him by using your warm mouth to sweetly wrap around him, cheeks hollowed out as you softly gag in intervals.

follo’s hips instinctively twitch with his set pace soon turning sloppy, “yeah that’s it, you can take it. take it all for me..”

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[todorokies]

important announcement !!

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[getoville]

Mojuro Yuuji refusing to pull out…? 🥺

꒰ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: fem reader, nsfw, dubcon, breeding, unprotected wall s.ex

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ modulo yuji would have such a breeding kink >.< despite under his harden facade over the years, he still deeply treasures his loved ones yet the love he spreads can never be matched by the passage of time.

it’s been so long since he has felt warmth tangible enough to not allow the underlying fear of being alone swarm his mind, that was until he met you.

you’re like a narcotic, pumping pure ecstasy into his circulating bloodstream. he indulges quite selfishly, but can you blame? you’re truly all he has.

it starts off with a soft spoken request meekly sputtered by you, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your slick drips between your thighs. all while your tits tightly pressed against the cold bedroom wall, hardening your nipples in the process.

“just the tip.”

yuji’s palms are hot against your back. ghostly trailing the rough pad of his pointer finger from the spine, to your hips to then engulf both his hands around the bone.

“are you sure?” yuji graps out. a tight strain has a deathly grip upon his vocal cords.

your neck cranes towards the side to take a look at him; pupils blown out with his lips slightly dry and parted. his broad chest heaves with force as sweat accumulates on the base of his forehead, shimmering across his collarbones as well.

you nod with a sweet tight-lipped smile, pushing the swell of your ass towards his leaking cock, beckoning him.

he stills his breath as he slips in with ease. beat red tip, thick and heavy, pulses erratically around the soft ridges of your wet pussy as you suction him fully.

you instinctively clench around the swole tip and he hisses. “s-shit, you’re making this impossible, you know..” he pants out.

his hips soon set a minuscule pace by slowly dragging his cockhead just barely inside your heat, your slick coats him and drips down his length.

“mhnn— s'good! ” you whine out. helplessly smushing your face into the wall farther, feeling too dizzy to look back.

yuji lets out a shaky exhale once your cream starts to form around him. discipline is a virtue he has practiced for many years now. applying it to countless occasions where indulgence is never a possibility.

but with you, the thought of holding back doesn’t even pester.

you suck in a breath to stiffle a moan. “remember yuu, just the tip..”

“yeah, yeah, just let me…” yuji mindlessly murmurs as he trails off on his words. he focuses instead on slowly inching himself deeper inside your wet hole.

and, god, you take him so well, almost like you were made for solely him.

patience is one of yuji’s best attributes but if you’re creaming on him like this, just from his tip alone, he simply can’t control himself.

“..need you like this instead,” with one big thrust, he plunges inside you, burying himself at the hilt, heavy balls smack against your clit and you squeal in surprise.

“oh fuck—! yuji!” you yelp out as his thrusts pick in vigour and speed. his chest presses into the arch of your back and you feel his panting breath against the shell of your ear.

his thrusts are unpredictable with no exact set rhythm. all he knows is that the tight feeling of your gummy walls squeeze him a way that can only milk him dry.

his arms snake around your torso to wrap around you in an embrace. “so fucking wet,” he grunts near your ear making a shiver go down your spine.

“s-so close…” his voice turns hoarse and whiny which translates into his tempo, moving more sloppily against you.

“nghh! you gotta p-pull out, baby…” your voice doesn’t even register in his ears his arms wrap even tightly around your figure as he continues fucking himself into you.

yuji has always had dreams of a family. mini you’s or him’s running around to keep the both on you on your toes as the days pass by.

you’re all he has left, after all. and he’s hoping you’ll fulfill his dream with him proudly by his side.

with a quick snap and stutter of his hips, quick sputters of cum fill you up. your eyes roll into the back of your skull and your moans smoothy blend together with his groans.

he nuzzles his head against your back, planting a smoothing kiss against the bare sweaty skin.

“i..i really couldn’t help myself, baby.” he sheepishly says.

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