[uravitsy]

༊*·˚ kayla ┊͙˚. twentyone ! ┊͙˚. she/her ┊͙˚. sebastian’s nun + zuko’s fire nation queen. (n)sfw blog. asks are OPEN! — this is an 18+ blog, minors dni

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[uravitsy]

i grew up reading your bnha fanfics on wattpad ~7 years ago, im still surprised to see you around, you’ve been a big inspiration for me to start creative writing (i took it as a class during uni), and honestly i don’t regret it. thank you for being apart of our childhood and for writing great stories! i hope to be as good as you one day and hope you’re doing well <3

i literally don’t even know what to say, this is so sweet 🥹💕💕 i hope your journey through uni is going great and you’re getting all the opportunities you want to advance your creative writing and whatever else you’re focusing on!

ilysm! keep going! ✨

[uravitsy]

there's not a single day that passes by where i don't think about baka 💔 i'm genuinely mourning. IS THERE ANY CHANCE OF THAT STILL RETURNING BECAUSE I KNOW SOO MANY PEOPLE THAT WOULD DIE FOR THAT 😭😭❤️❤️ and ilysm you're the goat

SOOO many people have asked for it to return that i just might upload it again 😅 it’s so cringe and bad though, the second hand embarrassment I’d get 😭😭 it is just sitting in my drafts though 😫✨

I LOVE YOU MORE!! 💕💕

[uravitsy]

heyy! i was thinking about you and logged back into my tumblr just to say your works genuinely got me through life 😭 i'd always read your stuff on wattpad when it was the best, it fell off so bad afterwards. i hope life is treating you well, i miss you and those times - you were genuinely the best writer on there! how are you doing nowadays?

That’s so sweet of you to say omggg! I miss those days honestly, the sense of community was just thriving. ✨ I’m doing good though, no longer writing but lurking on here from time to time!

I hope life is treating you just as well! 🥹

[uravitsy]

can u PLEASE bring back that threesome, fivesome fic that you wrote? i was OBSESSEDDD with you back in liiike 2020-2022 because of ur writing... MISS YOU!

I’ll pull something up, maybe publish the fivesome chapters?? 👀

[uravitsy]

I'm gonna feel really stupid to either the yes or no I get from asking this but were you the wattpad writer that wrote a story I read back in 2021, it was a Haikyuu anime fanfic, basically it was a story of how the oc / y/n was essentially a bit promiscuous and popular had joined the Kurosano Volleyball team as a new manager and had went along with them to this camp where a bunch of the other Haikyuu teams were?😅😥

Yes! That’s me! Oh gosh that was so long ago. Should I publish some chapters of it? 🙂‍↔️💕

[uravitsy]

I loved your writing since wattpad I love all your my hero, academia stories and all your other stories in general. You have my favorite writer for a very long time. I still see that you’re writing on here. Are you by any chance still riding on Ao3 cause I would love to see your stories on that too. Eventually, I especially love a certain story that you wrote a long time ago. It’s was a Mirio togta  story and it was super super super good but you didn’t finish it, but it was still rocking. I hope you do more writing in the future. I actually have some ideas for you if we ever talk I send my love you’re awesome.💜💜💜

hey hey!!! you’re so sweet anon! i always lurk here from time to time & now debating whether or not i want to start writing again. i’ll think I’ll get back into it soon! 💕

OMGG!! that Mirio Togata story was a yandere fic called “Killing Me Softly”! You just unlocked a memory! 😭

I’d love to chat & hear your ideas, I could use some inspiration. text me! 🤗

[lonerslug]

BLOOD OATH

COMMENT TO BE TAGGED !!

knight!sevika x vampire!reader

sevika is the king’s most loyal knight, sworn to hunt and kill every vampire in the land. but when she finds you, a beautiful vampire hiding in the ruins, she can’t bring herself to finish the job. what starts as hesitation turns into secret visits, dangerous longing, and forbidden desire. when the king discovers her betrayal, sevika must make an impossible choice: kill you, or be executed herself.

[uravitsy]

IF YOU WANT AS WELL I CAN SHARE WITH YOU THE TASTIEST TIKTOKS I HAVE OF SYLUS AND ZAYNE🫣🤭

SEND THEM MY WAYYY

[uravitsy]

OMG DARLING HAVE YOU PLAYED LOVE AND DEEPSPACE???

UM SHOULD I???? I HEARD IT WAS GOOD

[uravitsy]

I have loved your writing since you were on wattpad

awww :’) thank you love, i miss writing tbh, wattpad was fun 5 years ago 😭😭🫶🏽

[zamadness]

*In the lobby*

Gen Z! Reader : Oh, just so you know, it's very muggy outside.

Vaggie :

Vaggie : *tired mom, deep inhale* Reader, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Gen Z! Reader : *Sips coffee from bowl*

Husk : *from the kitchen* WHERE THE HELL IS MY MUG!?

[rineptune-deactivated20240817]

WHAT IF LUCIFER HAVE A CONCUBINE, I MEAN, JUST IMAGINE IT!!

Btw! I love your fics and the way you write!

dearest concubine.

a/n: CONCUBINE!READER SKSKS the thought is just yes

just imagine being lucifer’s concubine. you’re spoiled to the moon and back by the big boss of hell himself, even if you aren’t married to him. by tradition, concubines’ roles are to satisfy sexual endeavors, but lucifer made it known that he saw you as more than just his concubine.

“don’t get shy on me now, hm? you were the one who wanted this. didn’t you, my love?” lucifer’s breathless by the time he had your legs over his shoulders, fucking you into the mattress at a pace that wiped away almost all coherent thought in your brain.

“a— ahm, fuck, luci—“

“remember, this is your punishment for distracting me from my work, angel,” he reminds you with a taunting click of his tongue.

your senses were buzzing, too overstimulated to do anything but take what he’s giving you. you squirm underneath him, though he’s quick to pin your arms down with his.

“don’t move too much, angel. you’re making this— haa..more difficult than it has to be.” coaxing another orgasm out of you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head with a choked sob.

“that’s it, good girl.”

“luci,” you whimper, his pace unrelenting, fueled by the desire to only have his name engraved in your brain because of how good he’s fucking you; maybe even knock you up if he pleased. “i— shit! fuck, j—just missed you, please..”

the heartfelt confession brought a smile to lucifer. “yeah? did your cunt miss me, too?” he hums, kissing you as you did your best to sloppily kiss back. “so honest, so cute. i missed you too, my love. missed having you like this so much.”

“you wouldn’t mind carrying my child too, wouldn’t you?”

mindless and utterly drowned in pleasure, you answer, “yesyesyes— anything for you, anything for you!”

you best believe that his schedule was cleared for the entire week after this. after all, he had to take care of you, didn’t he?

[sametsyun]

I HAVE A FANFIC IDEA!!

Alright you guys know that Moon Goddess from Over the Moon??

What if the reader was Chang'e and she and Lucifer used to go wayyy back, setting aside the whole plot of Over the Moon and changing it to god creating her as an angel to watch the moon or something bla bla bla, and Lucifer would frequently visit that moon she falls in love and so does he. And since Chang'e does wishes n' after she's been given a gift or something like that, I forgot, Lucifer would bring her like little ducks and stuff and she'd grant him every little wish she could.

And here comes the angst, Lucifer stops frequenting at the moon making the reader all sad and confused. She looks for him all over heaven but he isn't there. Why was he ignoring her? Did he not like the wish she granted him? He's probably busy right now.

And he comes back all of a sudden with a big ass smile that makes her think he was happy to see her after not visiting her for a long time only for that thought to be crushed when he simply gives her a gift with no thoughts and asks for a heavy wish

She hesitates because it was slightly against what she was only allowed to grant but still does it anyways.

Here comes Lucifer's trial, and reader is just shocked af to see him there only to realize what he truly needed that wish for and bro she Gon be hurt hurt af when she sees him with Lilith.

The angels then ask for the details and Lucifer panics and straight up snitches on reader for giving him that wish.

So long story short, they casted him down to hell with Lilith. And the reader was sentenced to a lesser sentence since she didn't know what that wish was going to do or what it was going to cause.

But she was still cast out of heaven, never able to enter those gates ever again and is thrown over to the moon alone.

She is left alone in that dark moon desert with a single green bunny that had been gifted to her by Lucifer.

The reader just cries out of heartbreak and betrayal. A tear drops on the bunny and Jade comes to life. Reader is no longer alone and is a tad bit happy she has company.

Then timeskip to a few ion years, and the moon is bustling with lights, fun and parties, just like the movie.

Then we follow Chang'e story, trying so many things to figure how to see Lucifer again.

Well that was long idea. BUT I NEED THIS WRITTEN PLEASE. ADD TWISTS AND MORE STUFF TO IT I JUST WANNA READ IT.

I know I can write this but, I WANNA READ IT IN SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK YOU GET WHAT I MEAN?

[arthenaa]

my love mine all mine— mizu x f! reader

synopsis: marriage is nigh for someone your age and with society's expectations of you, how long will you have to keep waiting for him?

content: 18+ nsfw, mdni, angst w comfort, fluff, she/her pronouns for reader, he/she pronouns for mizu, patriarchal views on women, arranged marriage, jealousy, use of sex toys, idiots in love

a/n: part 2 of nocturne (interlude)!! this is for that anon who was on their finals week (ur req got deleted i h8 tumblr) and to those who requested for a part 2 !!! a reward for your hard work

Your relationship with Mizu was ... interesting.

After what happened that day, your relationship progressed into a deeper sense of connection. He was attracted to you as much as you were attracted to him. A fact that made your fingers tingle with anticipation every time he came down to your village under the guise of getting more medicine.

Your father had no complaints as business is business and provided him with what he needed, although you could see the occassional side eyes that your father gives him every time he stays longer than he was supposed to be. It was a comical sight indeed.

Mizu helped you out as much as he could—whether it be mundane house chores or taxing ones that require hard labor or a change of locations, he was down to accompany you in any way.

While yes, his efforts of providing you aid sent a surge of butterflies down your stomach, what ultimately led you to hammering a nail in the coffin was the subtle touches that he gave you.

You knew he knew and he knew that he was being smug about it. While it didn't show on his face, his eyes told it all. Whether it be passing by and gently placing a hand on the small of your back to excuse himself out of your way as if there wasn't a 2-meter space to your right or the brushing of fingers when he lent you something or if he's being bold enough, especially when your father's not looking, outright pretending that there was a fabric stuck on your hairpin and so he leans in close to you only to place a kiss on your cheek—he always has to have some sort of skinship with you during the day. It often left you struggling for words or having a flushed face.

"Dear," Your father furrows his eyebrows as he eyes your flushed cheeks. You tense in his gaze as he glances at Mizu who appears calm as he takes a sip of his drink. The blue-eyed samurai had done it again—saw an opening and took it like he was meant for it. He fooled you into thinking that your hair was out of place and offered to fix it. Your father had stepped out to get the food and you had hoped that he stayed somehow so that you wouldn't have to deal with all this bullcrap. Mizu took the chance to grab your chin and place a kiss on your lips. Your father came back shortly and you haven't relaxed since. "You don't look alright. Do you want me to—?"

"I-It's fine, Dad!" You intercept, hands raised as you shake no. "The soup was just... hot."

You glance at Mizu who looks at you from the side of his eye. He smirks over his cup.

It was safe to say that Mizu was also mischievous by nature. Despite his usual calm and cool demeanor, you didn't expect the man before you to be quite playful when it came to just between the two of you.

You did all these things, said all those things, looked at each other with things unspoken of and you're quite sure that your relationship was susceptible to the one thing you're quite sure would lead to.

Marriage.

A want for some, a necessity for many. You'd think that in your years of living in this town that you'd find a partner suitable for marriage and you did! Just a little bit later than others.

You had expected that... Mizu would propose. After all, what comes after dating but marriage? Your father and mother did that, your aunts, uncles, cousins, hell, even your friends already got married albeit some of them out of their own will.

You dreamed of having a true love marriage. One that you could be yourself and never have to be ashamed of loving someone despite their stature in life. One that you could coexist with and that could never demean your existence as a woman. You knew those things were far fetched from reality but everyone wishes to dream right?

You had tried discreetly asking about it, curious as to why he barely mentions anything but he only casts you an unreadable look on his face then a soft smile.

He kissed the back of your hand with a gentle touch, softness mirroring that of a snowflake's descent.

"... I can't," He says. You're not sure as to why he sounded in pain, like something was troubling him but you knew better than to pry. "Not right now."

So you let it go.

It was times like this that you felt the other half of the relationship. Like there was still a barrier you couldn't decipher between you. Why he often looks secretive with your father at times or why he falls silent at the most random of moments. There was something you didn't know and it often aches you that you couldn't be able to understand him unless you knew the inner workings of his mind.

The first instance that brought up the onslaught of problems that would soon arise was the arrival of a proposal from the south. It came in the form of a letter, writings neatly imprinted on fine parchment—rolled with the delicacy that of a noble.

You could see your father's nervous glance as the messenger read what was sent to him. You could hear bits and pieces of the arrangement, hands wringing each other in anxiety as your eyes trained on your father's back. Mizu had not arrived that day and normally, you would fret over such things but your father casts a glance at you over his shoulder and suddenly everything seems to have changed its course.

"Father," You pant as you gather the ends of your kimono, trying to match the pace of your patriarch as he travels all over the house. He seems to not be at rest from the talk with the messenger—a perpetual stone-cold look plastered on his face. "Father!"

He enters the part of your house you haven't gone to in ages. Not because you despised it but because you were afraid that the spirit that once dwelled in its abode would arise and look at you with those same eyes that once held all the love and memories when you were but a wee girl. You hesitate at the entrance but decide to follow him through.

"Not right now, Y/N," He mumbles, agitated as he crouches over a chest and begins digging through the array of clothes. Your eyebrows furrow.

"What—What did he say?" You stammer as you stand to his left, eyes watching his every move as he frantically rummages through the fabrics. "Father, I have—I need to know."

Your father pauses, defeatedly slumping against the chest as his fingers tap against the wooden surface in thought. Silence ensues between the two of you and suddenly he turns to you with a sympathetic look on his face. Your blood runs cold.

"Lord Shimizu—" He pauses, catching himself stammering as he looked into those eyes that were fruition of shared dreams and a love he hasn't forgotten in ages. "He asked for your hand in marriage."

You stare at him with a shaky gaze, breath going in and out as you tried to process his response.

"Then-Then tell him no," Your eyebrows furrow. Your father falls silent at your words. "Tell him like you've always told the others."

"I can't, Y/N," He whispers, tone shifting into despair. Your shoulders are low as he lowers his head in shame.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I can't," He emphasizes his words once more, eyes darting up to meet yours. "I have always tried to protect you but I can't this time."

Your face falls in desperation as you kneel down with him. You grab his hands in an attempt to convince him once more.

"Father, please, I can't—I don't even know him!" You plead as your grip on his callous fingers tightens. He looks at you with sadness. "Please Father, I'll do anything, just don't—"

"Y/N," He cuts you off with a stern voice. You fall silent as you wait for his response. "This man is from Kyoto. While the men here fear my stature as a medic, this man has access to professionals far greater than me. He doesn't regard me as someone important and if I dare raise my voice, we might as well be dead."

Your figure tenses at his words. He grabs your arms in an attempt to comfort you. In a last attempt to get him to decline the offer, you say the thoughts that have been at the forefront of your mind.

"I'm in love with Mizu," Your voice comes out in a whisper, eyes wide and tears welling up. He tenses at your confession, eyebrows furrowing at the implications.

"You—"

"Father, I love him." Your voice comes out in a desperate attempt to get him to see you. Your hands raise to touch his arm but he suddenly raises to his feet, taking a few steps back. Your heart speeds up at his reaction.

"Is that why he—?" Your father whispers out in thought. You're not sure if he was angry or disappointed, but you're quite sure that this was a bad thing. His face contorts into a look of anger as he continues to look at you with a hardened gaze. "When was this?"

"You told me you wanted me to have a true love marriage, Father—This is it!" You look up at him with a defiance so strong that it almost gives your father a whiplash of how similar it looked. He falters in his stance but remains rooted to his cause.

"I know but not to—!" He catches himself at the end of his sentence. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. He runs a hand through his face before sighing. "Not like this. Not to him. Not Mizu, Y/N."

Your eyebrows furrow in anger at his words. "You can't dictate what I feel for him."

There's a moment of silence as your father casts you an unreadable look on his face. You thought that your father might approve of Mizu. They after all started at the same steps and eventually grew to the path they were destined for, albeit in different fields. You're not quite sure as to what led to this defiance against your choice for marriage but it already has you intruiged.

"The messenger talks of praises of Lord Shimizu," Your father diverts the conversation. "I also hear that he is a general and part of the Emperor's Kingsguard. He is of noble stature and earned his keep. He is a man fitting of your deserving."

You fall silent at his words before finally rising to your height and dusting off your kimono. You glance at the chest, eyeing the white fabric that pops out of an array of multicolored ones. You turn back to your father.

"You raised me to not be a hypocrite," Your voice is stone cold. Your father flinches at the tone. "I expected you to not be one as well."

With that you left.

The days were grueling.

Presents after presents were sent to your doorstep and while you wish that you could throw them all away, your father accepted them and kept them in the storage, still neatly wrapped for you to open.

Mizu had also arrived less and less over the past couple of days. He usually stays for more than an hour but now he leaves within the 30-minute mark. You felt like your time had been severed into bits and pieces after your fight with your father. You saw them talking, hushed in the receiving area. You expected your father to berate him for influencing his own daughter but their relationship remained civil. In fact, after his talk with your father was what prompted fewer visits and only coming for business.

He also became distant. Little to no skinship—sometimes even none at all. He talks to you in that cold tone of his and even grunts in annoyance when you try to bother him into coming with you to window shop in town.

You thought they were being unfair. That they could freely do things like this beyond your knowledge. Watch you crumble into a pit of despair at the concept of what you believed was the essence of true love. How naïve were you.

The final straw came when Mizu stayed a little bit longer than usual. He was swift with his purchase but remained seated at the tree located just outside your humble abode.

You approached him with soft steps, eyes trained on his head devoid of his kasa and the usual orange tinted glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He looked handsome.

"Why are you like this?" Your voice cuts through the silence, direct and swift as a breeze passes through you. You see the familiar curl on his forehead, swishing back and forth before settling down.

Mizu does not reply for a few seconds before finally responding. "Like what?"

Your breath shakes at his nonchalance. "Like everything's back from the start."

Mizu pauses before turning his head to look at you standing behind him. There's a long duration of silence between you, eyes only locked with each other as the breeze fills in the void.

"Y/N," Your name escapes his lips like a prayer. You will yourself not to fold. "I didn't mean to—"

"Didn't mean to what?"

He rises up from his seat on the ground, grabbing his Kasa in the process. He examines the item, eyeing the material woven intricately to form its shape. You could tell that there were a lot of things in his mind. You could only wait until he decided to break down the walls he built up so high.

"I didn't mean it to be this way." He finally looks at you in the eye, those beautiful shades of blue hidden by a tint of orange. He pauses himself before a change of expression is plastered on his face. "I think it's best if we stop here."

Your breath hitches. "What?"

"I said what I said," He mutters in that neutral tone of his, devoid of emotion. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "I... I am on a journey and I have wishes to accomplish. I operate on circumstances that prove to be unlawful. It's best that you don't associate yourself with me. I was too distracted to begin with."

Distracted? Is that what he thought all of this was about? Your hands shake in anger as your eyes darted any sort of giveaway that he might just be joking with you. The world was pinning its blame on your shoulders and now you have to receive the consequences of its actions.

You purse your lips, stopping yourself from bawling then and there. You can't give him the satisfaction of seeing yourself in a mess. You refuse.

You turn around without responding, making hasty steps towards your home before halting once more. You turn to see him putting on his Kasa, eyes in a daze. Upon feeling your stare at him, he turns back towards you. His gaze falters.

"I'm sorry." He says.

You could never will out the words you should've said.

Lord Shimizu came on the 3rd day of the week. He wasn't what you expected him to be.

Naturally, nobles of that standing would appear to be egocentric maniacs who dabbled and flaunted their wealth in various entertainment establishments. They act crass and speak crass as if their authority gives them the pass to be an asshole to everybody.

You thought to yourself, this man could have anybody that he wanted. He was a general, a skilled warrior, and a candidate for marriage to Japan's array of elegant and noble women. Why would he pick a humble medic's daughter all the way from Takayama?

Well, the answer finally came to you in flesh instead.

"L-Lord Shimizu!" Your father stammers over his words as a young man, your age enters the establishment. You take a step back towards the panel of the receiving area, slightly shielding yourself from the onslaught of 3-4 men entering the place. "I didn't expect you to be here."

The man does not respond yet, his eyes wander the interior of the establishment before finally settling on you. You flinch back at the intensity of his stare. Your father notices his attention on you before clearing his throat.

"Y/N?" He calls over, eyes meeting with yours as he beckons you over. You grumble under your breath before making hesitant steps to your father's side. "Ah yes, this is Y/N Gojo. My daughter. Y/N, this is Lord Shimizu Kaito."

Your eyes peer up at him underneath your lashes, trying to take a peek at his face. Shimizu flashes you a soft smile before bowing in greeting.

"Apologies for not having been able to meet before. The Emperor had requested me to attend to several cases in various cities. I hope that you and Y/N can forgive my tardy appearance." His voice is proper and elegant but you could only scoff at his words. Apparently, it was loud enough for him, your father, and the two other guards stationed behind him to hear. Your father elbows your waist.

"Apologies for my daughter," He sheepishly smiles. "She seems to have a... cold."

He eyes you with a strict look on his face which you turn to look away at. Just as you wished for all of this to be over, a wave of a hand catches your attention. You turn to look at Shimizu who softly smiles at you once more.

"I know this proposal is sudden but I hope you can give me a chance." He says, voice and tone genuine. You hesitantly purse your lips at his words. "I'll be staying around this time. I hope I can get to know you."

Lord Shimizu stayed true to his word. The past few days were nothing but him trying to get to know you as an individual. He was nice, accommodating, and even dare say, a proper friend you could talk to.

He helped you out in chores, got you gifts, had tea with you, learned your ways, and walked with you in town. If you were the person you were before, you could've deemed this man the perfect match for you.

While you appreciated his eagerness in wanting to get to know you, you also can't help but be reminded of a certain blue-eyed boy every time he did something remotely similar. He talks of his travels, his blade, his peers, his interests, and you're brought back to the time Mizu let you hold his blade in your palms, brought you trinkets from his previous adventure, talked to you about his annoying apprentice, or that he prefers his soba to have a little bit more soup in ratio to his noodles.

Everything remind you of him.

Mizu had not visited in a while. You tried asking about him to your father if he ever came to get medicine but your father denies every question.

Sometimes you catch glimpses of a familiar Kasa roaming the town streets but is only mistaken by a wandering traveler. You're not too sure how long it would take for you to lose your wits about everything.

Sensing the troubling thoughts that plagued your mind, Shimizu offered for you both to take a stroll in town at night and shop for trinkets that you might find interesting to place in your room. He tried his best to keep you entertained, asking about your interests, making you laugh, all that stuff.

The question that prompted you at the start of his arrival began to urge you to put forth a topic for conversation. You wait for Shimizu to finish his words before finally dropping the question.

"Why me?" You ask, eyes gazing into his as he halts at the question. He blinks a couple of times, not able to process the question.

"What?"

"Why me, my lord?" You repeat, hands clutching your satchel. "I am but a mere servant's daughter. You could have anyone."

He licks his lips eyebrows furrowing. "But you are someone."

You raise your eyebrows, urging for him to continue. The man takes a breath, looking around before finally settling his eyes on you.

"I..." He starts off, words trailing as he gazes into your eyes. He continues. "I came here before. As a child."

Your eyes widen at the revelation.

"People talk of a man named Gojo-sensei who was able to remedy almost all illnesses. I was sickly and my condition was worsening." He responds. The city lanterns glow beautifully behind his figure, laughter of children, men, and women alike provides solace in the void of silence between you. "I remember coming in there and seeing you. Seeing your father then..."

He trailed off like he was remembering something painful.

"I remember a lady," His face softens at the thought. Your eyebrows furrow. "While your father did the aiding, this woman had brought me comfort. I was never really coddled and treated with such gentleness back home. I was an only child—a firstborn son. Being soft and dependent was out of the vocabulary."

You fall silent at his words as he looks down at his hands.

"She... she stayed by my side. Fed me, clothed me, made sure I was okay." He looked up at you. "I saw you sometimes, clinging to the ends of her kimono."

A chilling realization surges through your veins. Your silence prompts him to continue.

"I heard the news that she passed away years ago. I wasn't able to come due to my duties but I am indebted to her." He says. "Then, when I visited a month ago. I saw you—a spitting image."

Your breath shakes at the words. "You proposed to me because I looked like my mother?"

Shimizu looks down in shame, hands wringing in nervousness. "I thought that if I married you, I'd be able to receive that same love again."

You let out a breath of disbelief. While the topic of your mother wasn't something you detested talking about, her memory still was something you were quite hesitant to approach. You remember her sickly figure, her weak smile, the day your father broke. It was as if you threaded lightly along the edges of her carved path, wanting to preserve what was left of her image.

You take a step back, eyes looking at him in disbelief. Shimizu falters in his stance.

"I'm sorry, this isn't going to work." You softly mutter, shaking your head. Just as you take another step back, Shimizu panics and tries to grab your hand.

"Y/N, let me explain I—"

A swift change of air alerts you of a new presence and suddenly you feel deja vu. You turn your head to meet the familiar stance of a man you didn't expect to see again.

"I believe she said no." Mizu's voice is authoritative and deep, hand encasing Shimizu's wrist. The man furrows his eyebrows at Mizu who squints back a glare.

"Who are you?! Your jurisdiction?" Shimizu demands. He tries to pull his wrist away only to be met by a steel force. Mizu scoffs.

"I won't let you go until you promise to stay 10 meters away from her." Mizu threatens. Shimizu sweat drops, eyes glancing down at the hand gripping his wrist to the eyes shielded by tinted glasses. Your eyes dart back and forth between the two, afraid that a fight might brawl out and you're not in the mood to see blood spilled.

Shimizu was also a general and if word comes out that one of the Emperor's trusted military aides got injured by someone lower of his stature, your father will definitely pay for the consequences. You rush towards them and grab Mizu's hand to break them apart.

"Let him go," You say. Mizu turns to you with furrowed eyebrows. Your eyes soften, and you nod softly in reassurance. "Let him go, its okay.

Mizu hesitantly lets the man go and Shimizu stumbles back, holding his wrist. Mizu turns to you in concern, hand grabbing your arm as he examines you. "Are you alright?"

You nod, flustered by his attention. "I'm fine."

Feeling Shimizu's stare on you, you look back at the man to see hurt and a realization spread across his face. Your gaze falters.

He clears his throat and fixes his stance. "Apologies, Y/N. It seems that I have miscalculated my approaches. Forgive me for my behavior."

"It's alright, my lord," You respond. Mizu stands menacingly beside you, eyes trained on his figure. Shimizu glances at him and then at you. He smiles.

"It was nice being your friend," He says. He bows as respect. You curtsy back, albeit shaky. "I'll leave as requested. I wish you luck."

He leaves without turning back. You watch as he gets lost in the crowd, the breeze gently swinging your clothes back and forth. The lanterns dazzle the streets—performing a pretense of joy. You take a breath before finally facing the last of your problems.

Mizu stands there, eyes already looking at you with an unreadable look on his face. Your eyes soften.

"What are you doing here?" You mumble, lacking the energy to even be angry. Mizu shifts in his stance.

"I came back." He answers vaguely.

"For what?"

There a pause of silence before he moves to remove his Kasa. You can see his face clearly now, albeit those beautiful eyes of his still covered by his glasses.

"For you." He says. He gulps as if nervous and your eyes widen at his confession.

"But I thought you said—"

"I was a coward," He says. He heaves a breath. "I have loved before and shown them everything and yet I have ruined them. I was afraid that I might—that I might ruin you with what I am."

You fall silent at his words. You were confused, you had already seen what others claim to be the worst of him—in fact, that was what you loved most about his features. Eyes that seem to hold the waters—a depiction of nature. Just as he is about to continue, cheers erupt from the central town, you flinch as the others begin to gather to watch the amusement happening. Mizu, sensing your uneasiness, pulls you towards a nearby alley—dark and hidden from the public eye. He places you against the wall, eyes watching for passersby that might lurk in while your eyes are trained on his face.

You watch with admiration as his eyebrows furrow in their usual curl, those eyes that squint into a glare, chapped lips, and the glasses that begin to slowly fall down the bridge of his nose. Unable to resist the urge, you give in.

"Coast is—"

Mizu's eyes widen at the feeling of your lips against his. You cup his cheeks, pulling him down as you encase your arms over his neck. Mizu wastes no time in reciprocating the kiss. He kisses back with the same fervor, hand dropping his Kasa in favor of encasing your waist as he pulls you towards his figure. You whine as you feel his tongue intertwine with yours.

After a few pecks and kisses, you both finally pull away. There's a hushed silence of panting as Mizu places his forehead against yours.

"I am not being truthful," Mizu whispers, breath hitting your lips. "But I want to try. With you."

You smile, hands cupping his cheeks as you rub your thumbs across the surface of his skin.

"I want you as you are," You reassure him. "No matter the flaw, no matter what you tell me. I'll be here with you."

Mizu lowers his head and drops it to burrow against your neck. He hugs you close as bells and instruments begin playing. He pulls back softly before facing you with vulnerability.

"I..." He starts off. "I am not what you think I am."

You tilt your head in confusion as you encase his hands in yours. Your thumbs run over the scar that you've bandaged from before.

"I'm not a... a man." Mizu finally reveals. You pause, eyes blinking as you watch his reaction for any sort of context. Mizu purses his lips before pulling his glasses away, tucking in the side of his clothing before reaching up to pull at his top knot. You watch as his hair—no, her hair flows to her shoulders and then suddenly everything makes sense.

Mizu's breath shakes at your silence. "I-I cannot give you what you want—"

She falls silent as you lean forward to take notice of her features. The flush that adorns her cheeks and the eyes that entranced you from the start. A smile bursts from your lips.

"You're just as I dreamed of," You whisper in awe. Your arms make their way to wrap around her neck as you press yourself close to her. Mizu's face flushes at your words.

Your eyes trace the edges of her features, face contorted in a soft expression. There's a moment of silence before you finally continue. "My father wanted me to have a true love marriage. All my life, the idea of falling in love has always been my dream as a child."

Mizu blinks softly at your words, listening to your every thought.

"And now that I have it, I can understand why my father wanted me to do so," You smile, leaning your forehead against hers. "Marry me, Mizu. I just want to be yours."

The blue-eyed girl erupts into a smile, leaning forward and capturing your lips in hers. You reciprocate with the same intensity, fingers burying in her raven locks. Mizu then pulls away.

"I'll always say yes to you."

"Do we really have to do this?"

Mizu eyes your figure seated on the tatami, eyes peering up at her as she stands in front of you. You giggle at her hesitance.

"Of course!" You grin. "Consummation between man and wife is a must tradition after marriage—well in our case, wife and wife."

Mizu rolls her eyes as she sits down in front of you. She props her knee up and places her arm on top of it. She grabs the cup of tea perched on the small table beside her and takes a sip. "Consummation is done with the idea of children, love. I'm sure you're well aware of that."

You pout before an idea arises in your mind. You lean forward, going on your knees as you crawl towards her. Mizu pauses mid-sip as she watches you with careful eyes. You grab her cup, placing it down on the table as she continues to watch your every move. You settle on her lap, the slit of your kimono revealing your thighs. Mizu's breath shakes.

You take her glasses off and place them on the table before finally focusing on her, arms propped on her shoulders. You feel her hands cup your hips as you stare down at her with a smile.

"What?" You taunt. "You don't wanna fuck me?"

Mizu pauses, eyes widening before she lets out a groan and lowers her head to your clavicle. You giggle as she takes a few moments to calm herself down. Finally, pulling away to face you, Mizu looks at you with her blue eyes clouded with lust.

"You are one dangerous lady, know that?" Mizu leans forward. You grin as you rub your nose against hers.

"Mhm," You say. "My wife told me so."

"Ah fuck! Fuck!" You whimper as you grab the sheets behind you, trying to find some sort of stability from the onslaught of ministrations Mizu's giving you. "W-Wait—Mizu-Wai—Ngh!"

You're afraid that the toy one of your close friends gave you as a congratulations gift to your marriage would be too crass for your night with Mizu. You only brought it to tease her after all. You just didn't expect how much she'd be turned on by it.

"Where are you going?" Mizu's voice is deep and taunting as she watches you claw at the sheets, trying to get away from the intense pleasure. She grabs your waist and pulls you back down towards her, folding your legs to your chest. "You wanted this, why are you backing out, hm? You wanted to consummate so here we are."

She watches as the thick girth and length of her strap pushes in and out—coated with your essence. The noises from it are slick and noisy, causing you to flush in embarrassment. God fucking damn.

"So fucking pretty, aren't ya?" Mizu chuckles as she pushes her hips. She lets out a moan, feeling the other end of the dildo pushing deep with her. You whimper as Mizu presses deep, the tip of her cock bumping against that spot of yours. "So so pretty for me, aren't you momma?"

You shiver at the nickname, hands coming down to grab Mizu's lean arms—its muscle flexing as she speeds up her thrusts, making sure that it's the right spot.

"You've been adamant about this all morning. Especially, after the wedding." Mizu growls, slamming her hips against yours. "You want my kids that bad?"

You're too lost in the pleasure, moans, and garbles of her name only coming out of your mouth. Mizu smiles, hair falling down her shoulders and framing her face as she props herself up on top of you.

"If you want it so bad, I'll give it to you," Mizu leans down to bury her face on your neck, sucking a few marks as she begins to speed up her thrusts.

"Oh! Oh!" You whine as the spot inside of you becomes more sensitive with each bump. Mizu pays no mind to your sounds, reveling in the way your nails rake through her back. She smirks against your skin, licking down until she encases your nipple within her mouth. You moan at the feeling, hands reach up to bury itself in her raven locks.

"I'm close! I-I—please!" You plead as her constant torture of your cunt begins to teeter at the edge. Mizu pants heavily as she places a soft kiss behind your ear.

"I am too." Her breath shakes as her hips falter. It doesn't take long before you climax, body arching and shivering from the intensity of the pleasure. Tears begin streaming down your face as you twitch with each thrust she gives you. She smiles placing a soft kiss on your lips. "Good girl."

Mizu follows shortly behind, coming in grunts and low moans before slumping down against you. There's a moment of reprieve before Mizu props herself up once more to take a look at your afterglow.

You smile up at her, hand coming up to brush her hair over her ear. Mizu leans against your touch.

"I love you." You mumble softly. Mizu gazes into your eyes with a love so true that it warms your very being.

"I love you too."

a/n: mwehheheheheeh hope yall enjoyed that <3 not proofread will do it later mwehe

[uravitsy]

‘ THREE HOLES ‘ NANAMI KENTO, SATORU GOJO, AND SUGURU GETO

summary. your lover manager nanami kento got you a scene with the biggest pornstars in the industry ☆

warnings. pornstar!fem!reader, threesome, nanami is lowkey opbsessed with you, voyeurism, dirty talk, double penetration, kinks, sex work, praise, degradation, geto x you x gojo, Nanami smokes cigarettes in this

a/n. Please feel free to send me request, my inbox is open!

Amidst the lively Parisian scene, where the city’s heartbeat resonated in honking cars and bustling crowds, Nanami found solace. The sun’s golden rays painted the Eiffel Tower, casting a radiant glow that reached the hotel’s patio where he sat in nothing but a white fluffy robe. He exuded an air of tranquility, his glasses perched at the bridge of his nose. As the vibrant day began to unfold, Nanami, with a content sigh, embraced the moment, taking a few seconds to enjoy the start of a new day on this vacation that he so desperately needed.

Nanami turned the page to his newspaper while taking a sip from his coffee mug. You were laying on your stomach on the bed a few feet away from Nanami. The silk sheets were hanging off your body, just resting right above your waist to where he could notice the curve of your plump ass. He couldn’t help but glance over your figure every now and then as he continued to drink his coffee. He had known you for too many years to not know when you were up.

"Your back twitches every few seconds when you pretend to be asleep,” Nanami flipped to a new page, not even bothering to glance in your direction, “Slip on something and come join me for breakfast.”

You turn over on to your side, hugging the blankets to your chest as you snuggle into the pillows with a groan. His scent of cologne and tobacco filling your senses.

“(Y/N),” Nanami’s tone was cold, “Come eat.”

Being obedient, you sat up in the bed with a mumble of curses before getting ready. In under ten minutes you were freshly groomed and presentable, the mint toothpaste you used still on your breath as you walked out onto the patio and sat in front of your employer.

You began put food on your plate, slightly overwhelmed from the large breakfast display in front of you as Nanami opened his mouth to speak,

“How are you feeling?”

“Better,” You started to spread butter inside of your croissant with furrowed brows, “You were a bit more gentle last night, any reason as to why?”

“Hm,” Nanami flipped to a new page, still not meeting your gaze, “Can I not be gentle?”

“You can but when you are it’s because you want to film another scene the next day.”

“Nonsense, we are on vacation.”

“And when has that stopped you before?”

“Touchè,” Dropping the newspaper from his hands, Nanami pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with the metal lighter that you have gifted him a few years back. He inhaled the toxic smoke slowly before exhaling, finally raising his eyes to look at you, not letting the fact that the black slip dress you wore was falling ever so low to expose your breast— barely leaving much to the imagination, “I got a proposal last night, you were sleep so I did not to wake you but I was going to mention it this morning sooner or later.”

“What is it?” You chewed nervously, picking at the grapes on your plate.

“A threesome,” Nanami says flatly, “With the hottest pornstars in the industry right now.”

“Gojo?!” Nanami nods, “And Geto?!” Nanami nods again his eye slightly twitching at the brazen display of excitement, “When?”

“Either later today or tomorrow,” Nanami turns his head blow smoke in that direction and not near you, tapping the cigarette so the tobacco ash could fall, “We need to get a least one more shoot in before your period starts in three days.”

Nanami, your manager— or employer— whatever you wanted to call it, knew everything about you. From your favorite food to your favorite childhood toy you used to play with. It wasn’t a shock but whenever he said something like that so causally it made you realize that you have been working with him for so many years. He knew you like the back of his hand and that fact alone always made your heart flutter. Some might find it creepy but you didn’t care, you weren’t too sane yourself.

“So, are you up for it?”

As quick as those words left Nanami’s mouth, you found yourself sitting on the couch in between two dudes that seemed like pros in front of the camera. Gojo made light of the situation by asking you a few questions to get to know you better while Nanami was setting up various cameras to get a different variety of angles.

"(Y/N) try not to look into the camera too often, just focus on the guys,” Nanami reminds you, his lips upturned in a smirk at the thought of how much money he was going to make. You were his cattle and he was going to milk you for everything you’re worth, “You know the safe word?”

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt Geto’s hand rub your inner thighs soothingly while Gojo’s hand already began to explore your body.

"And.." Nanami looks into the camera lens after adjusting a studio light, "Action."

Everything was a blur. Pleasure was racking through your body as the pair had you become a crumbling, slobbering mess.

Gojo’s hips met yours in a harsh thrust, sending your whole body forward slightly, causing you to choke around Geto’s cock. You moaned at the sudden intrusion, feeling Gojo’s thick cock stretch your tight walls to accommodate him. The white haired man didn’t hold back once he fully bottomed out inside of you, his swollen tip brushing against your cervix with every thrust. He was so deep inside that your eyes were rolling into the back of your head in pure bliss.

"Oh, fuck (Y/N), you sure know how to work that mouth," Geto comments, his hand was on the back of your head, pushing you further down his length while you worked your tongue around him, "What a good girl she is."

"This pussy she has isn't too bad either," Gojo adds, landing a harsh smack to your rear end with a loud groan, watching as your skin recoils at the contact, "She's taking my cock into her greedy cunt so well, isn't that right (Y/N)?"

Gojo loved edging you on, teasing and mocking you with degrading words knowing that you couldn't response thanks to the mouthful of dick that was currently down your throat. The sound of you choking around Geto’s cock made the man bite down on his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Does it feel good (Y/N)?" Geto asks you, a moan leaving past his lips as he rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb tenderly. his actions were more sweet and gentle than Gojo, who was fucking you from behind with his fingertips digging into your skin harshly, one of his hands pressed against your lower back so you could arch more, making it easier for him to angle his thrusts to hit all the right places within you.

Nanami sat behind the camera with his chin resting on the palm of his hand as he watched you get wrecked by hthe two guys in front of him. The sight of it made him swallow and lick his lips absentmindedly, his pants growing tight at the sight of you being stuffed full by taking two cocks at once.

And if he was being honest he felt a little jealous.

To catch your breath you release Geto’s cock from your mouth, letting out a string of moans slip past your lips while dragging your tongue along the undersides of his length.

"I bet this slut can take two cocks at the same," Gojo teased, "So how bout' it?"

Geto pulled you up toward him so your body could be flush against his. you straddle his waist and without warning he aligned his dick with your entrance and thrusted up into you, his head tossed back with a groan at the feeling on your velvety walls clenching around him, "Fuck Gojo, you were right..her pussy is so damn tight."

"What I tell you, Geto?" Gojo pours some of the cold lube they had laying around all over your ass, smearing it over your asscheeks so he could push a finger inside your tight hole with ease.

"Be a good girl and take my cock until Gojo is done prepping you," Geto says to you, bucking his hips up at a fast past to distract you from any discomfort you may feel, "Focus on me, pretty girl."

Geto swallowed all your moans with sweet kisses. Your arms were draped around his shoulders as you took all the pleasure he was giving you without complaint. After a few minutes, Gojo’s own tip was pressing against your puckered asshole before he slowly pushed in, his hands coming around your body to pinch and tug at your hardened nipples.

"Fuck!" You tossed your head back at the feeling of being stuff so full, It was painful but it was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure, "ah~!"

"That's a good slut, you loved being stuffed full don't you?" Gojo was right next to your ear, licking and sucking on your neck to leave a hickey, "Look at you crying."

"Is it that good, gorgeous?" Geto asks you, a groan coming from him not even a second later.

Nanami took some great still shots that were up close and personal to where you could see the two dicks penetrating your tight holes, your slick arousal and their precum dripping along the sides of their cocks, creating a mess that no one cared about.

It was hot and Nanami couldn't seem to get enough of the sinful sight of you. He wanted to just strip himself of his own pants and get in on the action, after all you did have three holes.

URAVITSY 2024

[megumifuckmeguro]

Respect to all fan-fiction writers but I wish to see the emphasis of jjk men holding back their strength during sex.

Like Toji or Gojo are fully aware that they could batter your pussy with their strength if they are not careful, so they choose to restrain themselves, even in their heats of passion because they know they are capable of actually hurting you. If they did use their raw power, you would literally die.

He knows that the dominance and roughness he gives you is nothing compared to what he does to his enemies. He would never use full force, even if he felt like it, and you could feel him hold back with every indecisive thrust. And that is hot, guys

The choice of restraint is hot.

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Applies to Choso, Nanami Gojo Sukuna Toji Getou

anyone hot and strong <3