Yashiro's Bitch

22 Fujoshi Trash| ESTJ | ♓️ Serotonin deficient full time Grad Student with a fulltime job |Saezuru, Kuroko, Given, YOI, Haikyuu, Magi, Mr. Love, Obey Me!, JJK, 🍌🐠|

[fuckkyourlife]

Im sorry i love Gojo and Geto with all my soul but the way Toji stabbed the shit out of Gojo like a goddamn serial killer made me feel some type of way… like HOLY FUCK DADDY

He made that shit look too easy like

UGHHHHH what the fuck what the fuck

He has literally no right being THAT FINE

what a man hes so hot

[dysiver]

GOD DAMN

Call me gojo cuz I wanna be beat down and stabbed by this man

[angelcent]

cw: implied age gap (nothing specific, sukuna is just older and divorced), food, established relationship, alcohol

thinking about big bad older boyfriend sukuna who shows affection with cooking of all things. first, it takes a few months of dating before he even allows you into his personal space; and when he does, your eyes widen at the sheer size of his pristine and expansive kitchen. high ceilings, marble counters, state of the art appliances, an array of culinary knives. like the rest of his penthouse, it's a tasteful mix of traditional and modern design.

your boyfriend is a wealthy and busy man, you had expected him to have a team of chefs who’d be preparing your dinner tonight. instead you see sukuna rolling up his sleeves, exposing his muscular forearms and the twin bands inked around his wrists. the ones in his left hand are partially covered by the watch you recently bought him.

sukuna is deft with the knives, smoothly chopping up vegetables and fresh herbs with ease; then he begins to lightly season the ribeye steak, carefully rubbing the spices into the meat. you shouldn’t find it so attractive, but your eyes are transfixed on his big hands; on the tattoos across his knuckles. only someone like him can make preparing dinner look so sensual. maybe it's the dim lighting, painting the room with intimacy.

you don't notice how long you've been staring until vermilion eyes meet yours, and he smirks arrogantly. “make yourself useful, dove. grab a bottle from the that closet over there. any red.”

the fact that sukuna has an entire small closet filled with wine bottles doesn't surprise you, but it's still impressive. you choose a full-bodied wine, knowing that he has a penchant for the viscous taste.

when you return, the kitchen smells like melted butter and roasted herbs as he sears the steak. "leather for you, right?" he chuckles, referring to how you like your meat cooked.

you snort, setting the bottle down on the dinner table. "sorry i don't like my steak mooing at me like you do." you notice that the table has already been set, and the attention to detail has uraume written all over it. "but yes, medium-well for me, please. it smells so good!"

"normally i wouldn't give a shit how a guest likes their meat cooked," sukuna murmurs, preparing your dishes to perfection. "but you're the exception, little lamb. for you, i'll bend."

butterflies flitter around inside your belly because you understand the weight of sukuna's words; someone like him would never bother saying something he doesn't mean. he's yours as much as you are his. he's referred to you as his spring, a new beginning after the bitter cold of the winter that was his marriage.

my morning light, is what he murmured into your skin when you first confessed your love to him.

the dinner he's prepared for you tops the countless five star restaurants that he's taken you to, but maybe you're just being biased. you realize that you're not though, once you sit sown and bring your fork to your lips. the food is delicious, carefully cooked to perfection and made with hands that hold your heart.

sukuna looks divine, almost regal as he drinks the blood red wine. he swirls it carefully before taking sips every now and then. he doesn't ask what you think of the food or if you like it—he knows. still, you feel the need to tell him, to gush at how talented he is and how much flavor is in every bite. he laughs in amusement, so you think he doesn't mind.

the wine is buzzing in your veins by the time you two are finished, and your limbs are loose as you get up to settle on his lap. his thick arms wrap around you as you litter kisses along the edge of his jaw. you continue up, kissing the lines of his face and you run your fingers through his peach and white hair. slowly, his hands settle lower on your hips, giving your ass a rough squeeze.

sukuna's mouth almost salivates at the thought of dessert, of the nectar between your thighs.

[ny-nymeria]

Say My Name

a.n.: loid forger x reader. a short scene I couldn't get out of my head.

t.w.: smut, unprotected sex, name kink (is that a thing?), swearing. minors, do not interact.

s.n.: Twilight pays a visit to the only person who knows his real name.

“I’ve missed you,”

Those where the first words he’d spoken since arriving by your bedside. Tucked away behind the curtain, he hid from the glowing moonlight by the veil, the illumination trickled in as silently as he did and once he stepped out of the shadows it revealed his broad shoulders—once he peeled off the plain white t from up and over the top of his golden crowned head.

He went by the codename Twilight, which felt so fitting because he and you would spend hours into the night in each other’s company until the soft dim light of the rising sun would begin to appear.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Those were the only words the two of you exchanged before clothing stripped down to the floorboards so that the two of you could be bare in each other’s embrace, quietly making up the seconds spent apart. Collectively knowing how easy it was to be so captivated by each other so much so that words would easily cause the rapture of hearts.

No other name could capture the identity of who this man was to you. For the sake of tonight, he was no other name but your lover.

“Say my name,”

A smile dawned on your face at his request.

“Mr. Forger—“

He bucked his hips into yours out of rebellion, his long cock sunk deeper into your tight pussy. You inhaled sharply, feeling his thumb drag across your bottom lip only to hold your jaw firmly with it and his index finger pressed across your blushed cheek.

“Stop teasing,” as low as his voice was he couldn’t hide the subtle desperation in his voice. “My real name,”

You spoke his name in the shallow of his ear and yet it was carved so deeply onto his heart, the name that nobody knew except, of course, you— the name he told himself he had abandoned years ago. Once it was uttered by your sweet lips, his mind instantly descended down into Hades.

He was a spy, not Hercules, after all.

You stifled another whine into his shoulder after he drew another orgasm out of you swiftly with his deep strokes, drawing circles with his hips into yours while his fingers ran over your clit over and over.

Fuck, the man had stamina.

“Fuck,” was the only word he could recite and it sounded so sweet when it passed through his lips in an exhale, pebbling the nipple he would suckle on with cool air, gripping the bedsheets to ground him as you squeezed around him.

You said his name again but this time it ghost his neck and chin, greeted once more by his lips into a savory kiss that left each other breathlessly moaning into the other’s mouth, clawing to steal breaths.

“I’m close,”

Neither of you wanted this to end despite knowing that the duty and disposition of espionage was always waiting for you to come back into the shadows.

Until your mutual missions were done, until each country was safe, you’d agreed to put your mutual pinning aside.

But that didn’t mean that neither of you could see each other from time to time.

His hands found the plush sides of your hips and without removing himself pulled you up and into his lap, holding you closer with your legs straddled and bound around his strong waist. Your arms wrap around his neck as he thrusted himself up and into you, keeping a rigorous pace for just a few more fleeting moments until you could feel his body tremble, pouring himself inside of you while making stuttered thrusts to take you into the clouds with him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth trying to catch his breath while a shiver had settled across your skin from goosebumps caused by your high. He peppered kisses over your collarbone and shoulders, chanting your name, your real name, into prayers across dew-dropped skin.

He adored you as much as the earth revolves around the sun. You’d joke with him that he had flown too close to the sun, always at risk of melting his wings from the heights he’d risk to see you, the lengths he took to be with you despite the danger of his current mission. It was so unlike him; seeing him break from his usual stoic facade to give you a playful pout from you bruising his ego— it was too adorable to not make fun at the top spy. 

“‘To die by your side would be a heavenly place to die,’” 

The both of you laid together in bed, silently laughing at The Smiths reference he chose to make while he held you in his arms until the sun would soon rise; for staying for too long would endanger the both of you, He drew circles with his fingers into your back imagining himself instead drawing a plan to steal you away from this god forsaken country. 

“The pleasure, the privilege is mine,”

He sighed longingly, his hands cupping your face gently before planting a long, loving kiss. 

“I’ll see you again soon, my love.” 

You wondered how his voice could sound so reassuring and yet so sad. You whispered his name quietly again before burying your head in his chest. 

Once again it felt like the sky had fallen. 

“See you soon, Twilight.” 

***Comments, reblogs and feedback appreciated <3

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Loving

a.n.: loid forger x reader. t.w.: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink (ahhhh this is my first time writing this please be nice!), s

[erimeows]

Tell Me What You Want (NSFW)

Jihyun Kim thought that he might’ve been experiencing a midlife crisis, which was weird to admit since he was almost always in some sort of crisis, but this one… Well, it was a weird kind of crisis. Weirder than usual.

His mind was racing, his body was shaking, there was a cold sweat forming across his brow, and he was hard when he shouldn’t have been- hell, he had already jerked off twice that day and you weren’t even home yet.

You had been gone all day, helping Jaehee with a new cake recipe, and you would be back any minute now. You had texted Jihyun about a half hour ago to let him know that you’d be on your way home soon, so you were probably only a few minutes away. He wasn’t sure why he was still doing this, knowing that you were going to be back- maybe he wanted you to catch him… 

Keep reading

[married-to-google-translater]

GILGAMESH (ARCHER) RELATIONSHIP HEADCANON

Gilgamesh is a very possessive and dominant boyfriend.

You have to have something really special because you’ve managed to get the attention of the “King of Heroes”.

Gil doesn’t care if you’re his master or not when you’ve impressed him he’s decided to take you and there’s no right of appeal.

He would secretly love if you were Sassy and didn’t submit easily.

It makes receiving your love even more satisfying

Gil buys you a lot of expensive gifts.

If you look at an object for longer than ten seconds you can be sure it is yours.

Gil loves to show his love for you in public.

But it is usually possessive love that is meant to show others that you belong to him.

He is privately much gentler towards you.

He is a big spoon 99% of the time.

Gil calls you by nicknames like "my treasure", "darling" and "my king / queen"

He wants to spend a lot of time with you.

Gil's favorite hobby would be eating popcorn with you while you watch "entertainment" (i.e. other people's suffering)

But if you don’t want to do it he would be ok with that thing

HERE IS MORE GILGAMESH WRITING'S

[ddarker-dreams]

GILGAMESH YANDERE HEADCANNONS??? PERIODDDDD

WOOO LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO here's my rough first attempt at figuring this man out

Gilgamesh:

He’d rather not acknowledge the unfortunate reality that he’s found himself invested in you — it’s a major blow to his pride. Gilgamesh believes that he’s above almost everyone he interacts with. That means he’s going to do his best to stuff these budding feelings down as far as they’ll go. It feels too vulnerable, too human, to form genuine attachments to others. So he won’t have it. 

His demeanor changes ever so slightly in your presence. The jabs that he directs toward you feel more pointed, rather than the indifferent way he’d tear others down for his amusement. What he points out is information someone would need to be very intimate with you to know. The more you dwell on this, the faster you’ll come to the conclusion that he’s been observing you very closely. He knows too much for you to think of any other explanation. 

One of the most possessive yanderes there is. Gilgamesh wouldn’t listen to any reasoning you have, no matter the amount of tears you shed; he despises others interacting with you. This means next to no sense as it’s not like he’s kind to you anyway, so why should he care? Posing this question to him would only make matters worse, something you’ll have to unfortunately learn from experience. Pointing out the contradictions in his erratic behavior never ends well. 

No sweet words come from his tongue for you, not without it being a double-edged sword. Once he acknowledges his interest, there’s no going back, he will pursue you until you surrender. He will make you into his spouse. Breaking you down is what he’s looking forward to most, the more futile resistance you offer, the more entertainment he’ll have. 

You’re lavished in luxury from the ages: his spouse can only wear the most becoming outfits and partake of the best food and wine. He’ll dress you to his liking, insisting that you’ll have an easier time if you comply, because he simply will not take no for an answer. You can do it willingly or you can make things difficult, it’s your choice. The end result is always the same. 

Anyone who so much as looks in your general direction would be maimed or killed. You are for his viewing pleasure only, and his patience is thin; he doesn’t offer much in the way of warnings. He doesn’t try and hide you either. It’s just an unspoken rule that others must scramble to adapt to if they value their lives. 

[mongrelsupreme]

My face when the gilgamesh x reader tag is full of Marvel stuff

It sucks when you’ve been following the tag for literal years only to have everything Fate related be scrubbed by the never ending cash grab that is Disney’s MCU.

[dontknowplshelp]

Op character favorite kissing spot

i’m sorry bros it’s my first time writing-

Mihawk

ur hands

he loves their softness and it’s romantic okay??

this man has so much respect for you, he just wants to be on the safe side and not make you uncomfortable

still- he would say some cheesy things while kissing them but we don’t care <3

Smoker

ur forehead

i can imagine him letting out a sigh and kissing it every now and then

this man is so soft for you i swear-

he won’t do it in public tho

(his crew would teas him a lot)

Ace

ur cheeks

he likes to just squeeze them and place a lot of kisses all over ur face

oh u r sad? his kisses will make you feel better

oh u r working? nah, kisses are more important

this man‘s favorite activity is to kiss u

(pls kiss him back)

Sanji

HE IS A FRENCH MAN MY FRIENDS YALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS RIGHT??

✨french kisses✨

that’s it.

that’s all i wanted to say.

bye

[its--pearl]

~~ Yashiro ~~

[transparentduckbird]

Doumyashiro

Cover of Ch 47:"What do I want"

[aishiterusaezuru]

The Other reason Yashiro stayed with the Yakuza

You might think Yashiro’s reasons might lie (ha! pun totally unintentional) with Misumi-san and with good reason…

But, Misumi’s possessiveness is only part of the story.

The Yakuza served more than one purpose for Yashiro. We know the former Kashira saved Kageyama’s future by joining. But as much as he didn’t want the Shinsekai life, it provided him with much needed structure.

Yashiro is definitely brilliant, startlingly so. Yet without place to focus his intelligence, he could be plagued by his deepest and oldest demons. This seems like strange place to harness his mind, find a stream of men for masochistic sex and provide outlet for his sadist side. He would unavoidably come to harm, but let's face it, that's not a never been a huge priority for Y.

Being in the Shinsekai, helped him avoid and survive, his past and his aimlessness.

It was a way outside of constructs where society failed him almost entirely up until the age of 18. If it broke, just say 'fuck it.'

Apart from Kage, he doesn’t have a support structure. Some of his subordinates in his group provided this for him to differing extents.(Nananahara is probably the closest to him of the subordinates and would often cook for him and give him platonic company. This is pretty valuable, as we know through Yoneda sensei, Yashiro just isn’t that great at taking care of his basic needs - other than the one .)

With his forced conscription into the Yakuza, and then only in a warped way, was he allowed to advance and use his intelligence and savvy to his own monetary gain and advancement through the ranks.

I also think that Yashiro used being half-civilian-half-underworld as a coping mechanism when he pushed D out of his life. He didn’t stay half in for Doumeki. Remember it was Y who hoped against all hope that D had permanently resumed civilian life.

If Yashiro completely left the yakuza and most of what he knew in his adult life, the departure would have blown up the remnants of his life.

I’m not sure if Yashiro is aware of how he used being a Yakuza as a means to an end, but I honestly think he is more convinced of the organizational trappings and Misumi-san who have admittedly also kept him there.

I do think that the time is coming when Yashiro is going to strain against his underworld constraints and break some in the upcoming chapters. It seems inevitable at this point.

[red-jiw]

The tender kiss

Him longing to be in his beloved's arms

The hand on his chest

The facial expression of a lover with closed eyes begging to be loved back

Yashiro is hopelessly in love

[redguyreads]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, not the chapter ending with Yashiro waking up in bed alone ughhhhhhh. My heart is breaking – his hand is shaking in the third panel 

[artemisrisen]

omg i just read all your saezuru headcanons and i cannot get enough. do you have more???

Saezuru headcanons part 67349043

-         doumeki would get reading glasses when he gets alittle older. Him sitting in bed with his old man spectacles on, reading atattered, yellow-paged crime novel by a favorite author.

-         subsequently, yashiro settling into domesticityand resting on doumeki’s chest, being lulled to sleep as doumeki reads to him.(then waking up and demanding doumeki re-read the last part because yashirofell asleep and doumeki kept reading, oblivious)

-         yashiro being stressed as hell about them movingin together and breaking up with him for 27 minutes because he’s convinced itwill all end terribly

-         doumeki proposing to yashiro in hawaii onvacation

-         yashiro going to aoi’s art exhibits by himself,and buying her pieces anonymously.

-         yashiro and doumeki having so many inside jokesand intimacies together that it’s like they’ve entangled their brainsinextricably.

-         yashiro filling a dishwasher with liquid soapinstead of detergent and already buying a new one before doumeki gets homebecause THIS BROKEN ONE layered their entire kitchen with a new flooring ofsoap bubbles.

-         doumeki being the beloved uncle to aoi’s child:carrying him or her around with a front baby carrier, giving them baths, babysittingon weekends or whenever necessary, being a gentle guardian to their tinybaby-ness. yashiro being beyond stressed by the mere presence of a non-adultand also buying them ridiculously priced clothes, like 40000 yen shoes.

-         In fact, yashiro just trying to buy the love ofdoumeki’s entire family, who already love him and don’t need extravagant gifts.(but doumeki’s mama will accept her new yves st laurent heels, thank you)

-         yashiro trying to get doumeki to watch porn withhim and it fails (“fails”) because yashiro is embarrassed by all of doumeki’s “stupid”,probing questions (“do you like how that man looks? Do you want me to do thatto you? What part of this makes you feel the most aroused?”) (they still havereally good sex afterwards)

[lustfulcat]

Saturn Change

Lights blurred in the rain outside the sake bar. Yashiro drank alone at a dim corner table, enjoying the quiet before the storm. Soon, Shinseikai would have a new leader; Yashiro was wary, Hirata was impatient, and Misumi was ready to rise.

Yashiro was on his fourth sake, a slight frown dusting his face. Now that the title of Wakagashira was looming Misumi was insistent that he have a tattoo. Yashiro didn’t want to mar his skin with ink, only with bruises and scars. A tattoo would give him lines, boundaries, root him and make him real. 

And he was barely real. 

He’d been an actor for so long… The mask he wore, was it a mask or his true face? He no longer had any certainty in what he was and in what he was becoming. 

Tilting back, he looked up at the ceiling and toasted it. 

I only get sucked in deeper. Happy Birthday to me.

[darling-imobsessed]