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cosmiic-world · 9 months

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HE’S SOOO 🤤😻😻😻😻

geto tying his hair up before eating you out >>>>> based off this post ! / cunninglingus / oral (f receiving), soft dom!geto, clit stimulation, praise, pet names, slight somno (but not really?), tongue fucking ☆

consciousness tugged at you in the rainy morning, feeling your body burn and move and react but to what? squinting and squeezing your eyes once you have the strength to, you find that geto’s straddling you, littering small kisses down your jaw, to your neck.

“suguru?” you groan groggily, rubbing at your eyes before your hands find the fat of his cheeks, feeling the soft smooth skin there.

“yes, my love?” he looks up at you briefly, moving forward to press a kiss to your lips before continuing his ministrations, loving the shiver and chill of your skin as he trails down the length of your body. he’s not even doing much but you already feel yourself getting wetter — the idea of such a strong man at your disposal, looking up at you with reverence.

“may i?” suguru is anything but the rugged, ruthless sorcerer in here, each word laced with an incurable drunkenness for you that he wouldn’t dare search for sobriety. you nod as he tugs at the waistband of your panties, feeling the cold air of the weather immediately washing over your cunt and the brush of his long hair on your thighs.

humming, he presses a kiss to your thigh and smiles softly and you’re puzzled but soon he gathers his hair into a ponytail, arms flexing and contracting. his eyes are trained on you as he uses his teeth to drag the hair tie to his hand and the other secures the knot into a bun, smile widening into a grin when you swallow. he makes quick work of it, but he does it so gracefully you want to see it again.

he doesn’t let you. you’re snapped out of your trance when his lips fall to your clit, sucking and nibbling at it and you scream, voice breaking from the lack of use. his stubborn bangs still manage to slip out from the bun, tickling your right thigh. it tenses against his head and geto laughs into your cunt.

“my baby’s the most sensitive in the morning, heh,” he slurps at your juices, hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place while he continues his assault on your clit. your hands naturally find their way to his head and the other moans at the sensation.

“s-shit… suguru—” he was lapping at your pussy like he hasn’t eaten in days, humming at your bucking hips and slurred words. it’s heaven to him, having you spread open like this. “you take such good c-care of me, fuck.”

the sorcerer simply smiles at your comment, living up to it as a hand reaches to your boobs to fondle, squeezing between his larger hands before pinching your nipples. it makes you gasp and arch your back, oh! right there! spilling from your lips.

“is my princess close?”

“y-yea, ’m close—” you nod and whine and he halts to give a cheeky comment.

“so fast?” geto giggles when you push his head back to your core impatiently, not missing your annoyed grunt. he starts to use his thumb to rub at your clit, tongue dipping down as he fucks your hole with it. you clench around the muscle, chants of his name leaving your mouth repeatedly while he drives you to your high.

“suguruuu… god, yes!! right there!” you’re ashamed to be cumming so fast, but your senses are always heightened in the morning, paired with the coldness of the weather. geto knows when your hands grab onto the headboard and your thighs clench around his head. he’s getting lightheaded, but the taste of your pussy is just so fuckin’ delicious that he’s grinding into the sheets when you cry out. “oh… that’s it. cum on my tongue like a good girl.”

your release crashes down on you like a wave with body convulsing as your juices drip from your cunt and flood his tongue and he groans into your skin, letting you ride out your orgasm as you buck your hips into his face. geto continues to mutter out praises into your pussy before your high calms down and you realise the bottom of his face is soaked with yourself.

“sorry,” you giggle, apology cut off by suguru’s lips meeting with yours. you can taste yourself on his tongue as he hums into your mouth, a small gasp leaving him when your hands go to remove his bun. the reasoning clicks in his head, how your pupils almost looked like heart shapes as he gathered his hair, how your eyes followed the way his teeth pulled on the hair tie.

oh, his pretty baby, so turned on by the littlest things. “oops… can you tie your hair again?”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen getou #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #geto smut #getou suguru smut #geto suguru smut

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i’m so down bad for this man it’s not even funny.

cockwarming mammon while he plays devil’s poker in a private room at the casino—he coaxes you into doing it, telling you that he’s got better chances of winning with your cunt around him but really, mammon just wants to show you off. he sees the way those lower ranking demons look at you with such hunger, it pisses him off that they’re not even trying to hide their ravenous stares; craving for your succulent soul. oh, he’s aware of how they talk about you—a measly human in their eyes, a soul they crave to taste but in his cerulean ones, you’re a treasure; his most prized possession. mammon knows they can smell your sweet scent—how you’re practically dripping for him, and he loves it. he loves it because he knows that’s all they’re getting from you, your scent, meanwhile, his cock is sheathed inside you. he loves making them envious. and whenever mammon wins a round, he doesn’t hesitate to seal your lips with a passionate kiss. sometimes even throwing in a shallow thrust, a heated gasp leaving your parted lips. you’re his.

#mammon #obey me mammon #mammon smut

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it’ll be okay — miguel o’hara

welcome to yet another angsty work inspired by shit i’m going through just so i can cope because i don’t have anybody else to go to! AND REMEMBER!! there is nothing wrong with doing nothing for days, i’m just venting my feelings about myself.

tw: feelings of being ignored and loneliness, self deprecation. i tried to not use a ton of spanish 🥲

all you wanted was to hang out with your friends. all you did was go to work, come back home and do absolutely nothing. your social media was filled with documentations of all your acquaintances hanging out and having the best times of their lives.

they were the same age as you but you felt otherwise. they were living out their best years and you were… at home, as usual. doing absolutely nothing. wasting away in your bed. you’d thought you had a deep connection with your friends, yet there was not one invite to go out, despite the countless posts of them being out.

what were you doing wrong? did you not talk enough? did you talk too much? were you just annoying? maybe that was it. who knows??

as thoughts raced inside your head, you felt your heart clench unbearably. it felt like it was going to tear itself apart. you gripped your chest and squeezed your eyes shut, your body curling into itself as you sobbed into your pillow, your breath shaking. you couldn’t hear the familiar footsteps of your boyfriend coming down the hallway of your house over your sobs.

miguel heard your cries and quickly opened the door, shutting it and tossing everything he had in his hands aside. his head turned frantically for any sight of you and found the door to your room was closed, which was rare. he called your name out, immediately walking to your door and opening it quickly, letting out a soft sigh of relief at the sight od your shaking form underneath the covers.

“miguel?” you managed to hiccup out, your head peeking out from underneath the blankets. your bottom lip quivered as your heart yearned for him. “miguel!” you cried, throwing your arms around him as he approached the bed.

“what’s wrong, cariño? why are you crying?” he said, worried as his arms wrapped around you, his heart breaking as he felt your body quiver with each shaking sob.

“am i boring?” you cried out as you held onto him tightly, your face burying itself into his neck.

“amor.. never.” he said, his hand gently rubbing soothing circles on your back. “you’re perfect my love. what’s the matter?”

“i-i feel like i’m missing so much..” you said, almost choking on your own saliva as you tried catching your breath. “feels like.. i have no friends.. a-and everyone else is enjoying themselves.. but i stay here.. doing nothing!” you began to cry more.

“querida.. you are perfect. just because you don’t want to do anything, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” he said softly, his tone as gentle as his touch.

“i feel useless..” you mumbled.

“you’re not useless, my love.” he kissed your temple, his lips lingering against your skin. “you’re just struggling.. and i’m here to help you. through your struggles, and your efforts. i know you’re trying, and you’re doing so well. trust me.” he said against your head, his eyes closing as he inhaled your scent, the smell bringing him comfort. he hopes he can be the same comfort that you are for him.

“i love you, mi amor.” he said softly.

“i love you t-too..” you mumbled, sleep hazing your mind and taking over your body.

“go to sleep, i’ll take care of you. i’ll always be here for you.” he said softly as he gently rocked you to sleep.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel fluff #atsv miguel angst #atsv miguel angst to fluff #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 fluff #spiderman 2099 angst #atsv angst #atsv fluff

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Quit | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

content: assumed older Leon, assumed age gap, golden retriever boyfriend with attitude, mentions of PTSD and light panic attacks, mentions of death, gn!reader, no mentions of y/n

author’s note: this man should be protected at all costs, you can’t tell me otherwise. might proofread later. as always, proceed at your own risk.

word count: still a drabble.

xoxo

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He falls apart one day when you least expect him to, in the middle of the coffee shop, and you rush from your table towards the counter, where Leon juggles the change. His hands are shackled with heavy tremor. You don’t know what triggered him, but you know this frantic look that he has after particularly bad assignments. He doesn’t talk though, neither to you nor to the therapist assigned by the DSO. Appreciative of the mental health support offered by the agency, you hate his job with fiery passion.

You pull him to the side, helping out with putting the change back to his wallet. His breathing is ragged, and he clings to your palm, squeezing it in his own nice and tight. You thank the higher power that your favourite coffee corner is quite empty at this hour of the day. You couldn’t care less of what the staff would think of you.

You slide your free hand under his thick jacket and onto his heart in a desperate attempt to calm him down. It pains you to see him this way. Especially when he can’t stand feeling powerless and in need of assistance himself. Years of flying solo made him annoyingly self-sufficient.

He needs a minute, but then nods at you in reassurance, when barista calls out your order. You are spending precious seconds picking up two americanos before dragging Leon outside. He grabs onto the paper cup like his life depends on it, and makes a sip despite your attempts of preventing him from consuming caffeine. You don’t think it’s a good idea, taking his condition into account, but he doesn’t listen.

“You have to talk to me, Kennedy,” you sound a bit grumpy, but only because you worry about him. You plead openly. “Please, Leon.”

He scoffs bitterly into the hot beverage and takes his time before meeting your gaze with his own. His sudden panic attack seems to bridle by that point.

“I wish I could,” he assures. “It’s not that simple”.

You resent his excuses now more than ever. You do your best when trying to keep yourself together, and you spend some time walking in silence before reaching one of the benches in the park. New York is in its full glory this time of the year.

“Quit,” you say suddenly after placing yourself at the wooden bench with sights of the dated graffiti here and there. You let your stubbornness take over you, when you press on. “Why can’t you quit?”

The horrors that he has seen were unimaginable. It’s not even a figure a speech at this point. You can't imagine it as you have no idea what he does, but you don’t like how size of his paycheque seems to correlate with the level of danger that his job poses.

“I help people,” he replies quickly, and, although you want to, you can’t feel proud of him right now. He means a world to you, but sometimes you don’t know if he truly thinks the same about you. You know it’s your anger talking.

“After all these years you should have helped enough, shouldn't you?” You are harsh and impatient, and he eyes you with caution and sudden curiosity as he doesn’t see you this way before – righteously furious. Leon doesn’t know what to do with you, when he’s generally very good at thinking on his feet.

You both drink your coffee in heavy silence for a bit, listening to the chatter in the park; someone is playing a violin with their melody being too tragic to your liking.

He sighs loudly, visibly irritated, first. He doesn’t like it when two of you fight.

“What would I even do, if I quit?” His question makes you raise your brows. You don’t believe that he entertains a thought of quitting his job, but you appreciate the effort. Although you wouldn’t mind staying mad at him a tad longer.

“Marry me,” you say right away, without thinking too much. Leon can bet that you took choosing your coffee this morning more seriously, but you don’t backtrack. Sly smile is appearing on your lips, and you regret for a moment that you are in public. “I will make sure that you are busy.”

Leon is lost for words for a moment before he catches himself grinning despite his best attempts not to.

“Savage,” he calls you out mercilessly. Despite your conversation bearing a certain degree of absurdity, you definitely like him better now than moments before, when he was gasping for air back in the coffee shop.

Despite your playful mood, you don’t let him off the hook easily.

“You can’t die on me, Kennedy,” you have already accompanied him to way too many funerals to draw your own conclusions. “You better believe me, when I say that I’ll haunt you in the afterlife, if you do.”

Leon finishes his coffee at that time and throws out the paper cup before taking a place next to you at the bench. His look giving you sudden chills.

“They say in the vows, ‘till death do us part. Should we think of changing it for our ceremony?”

It takes you a never-ending second to realise what he did, and then it hits you. You can’t help it but stare at him in disbelief when he clearly enjoys the effect of his own words.

“You are unbelievable,” you conclude with conviction. This bastard just shrugs it off.

“That wasn’t me who started it, sweetheart.”

You want to slap him, but he kisses you instead, and you forget about the rest of the world for a bit. You lean into him, and the violin sounds in the distance do not seem that tragic to you anymore.

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LATE NIGHT CALLS.

ft. leon x coworker!reader

synopsis. leon misses you so he gives you a call.

content. smut. 1.3k words. phone sex, leon's pov, needy leon, masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, mommy kink.

note. hello?? thank you guys for 700 followers!! i haven't even figure out what i wanted to do for 500 as yet. i appreciate all of you guys so much <33

masterlist. i love feedback & reblogs :3

Leon huffs as he lies in his bed. He can’t help but think about you.

He wonders what you’re up to. It was midnight the last time he checked, and you’re probably working on a case. He doesn’t like when you’re up late, coming to work the next day with exhausted eyes and greeting him with a tired smile. Maybe he should check up on you like you always did for him.

He didn’t want to disturb you, though. But he needed you so badly.

Glaring at his phone on the bedside table, he thinks about how he’d explain himself for calling you in the dead of night.

I really fucking need you. Leon thinks to say, but that might be too straightforward.

He regrets not talking to you after getting back from his mission. It wasn’t his fault. It was the one thing he looked forward to doing. Leon knew you’d greet him with the biggest grin on your face even though your brows were etched with worry when you asked him if he was alright.

Good job, agent. You would praise. You’re amazing. You know that?

It’s the exact words you uttered that one night. The entire mission was blurry, except for the sweet phrases you let slip as you comforted him.

The both of you were stationed at a rundown motel for the night, awaiting further instructions. He vaguely remembers that there was one bed, and you persisted for him to take it.

“You always have a stick up your ass, Kennedy?” you mused. “You need rest. You’re giving yourself a hard time.”

Leon had rolled his eyes before giving in, resting on the rock-hard mattress before succumbing to slumber. It has been mainly calm — as peaceful as a crusty motel can be until he recalls you waking him up, concern lacing your voice.

He felt the tears in his eyes slipping down his face, and then it hit that he had a nightmare. Leon inwardly cringes at the memory, grateful he doesn’t recall the dream. It felt so childish, a nightmare. But at that point, you didn’t care.

He was so weak and vulnerable, and you tended to him. You sat with him, talked to him, and told him everything would be alright. The recollection has heat blooming within his chest.

From then on, the relationship between that you and him changed. You’re closer, and he’s honestly disappointed that it took so long for him to acknowledge you.

–-

Leon sighs. Why did most nights end up with him thinking of you? It had been worse since he was away for a few weeks. He feels neglected even though you owe nothing to him.

He lets his mind wander, thinking about your touch featherlight along his body. He allows his hand to trail to his tummy, abs flexing, as he mimics how you would touch him or how he wishes you would handle him.

Leon gasps softly, palming his hardening cock through the confines of his boxers. His eyes squeeze shut, and his other hand squeezes his pec.

Fuck it. Grabbing the phone off the bedside table, Leon dials your number, placing his phone to his ear. After a few rings, you answer.

“Hey, Leon, everything okay?” your ask, your voice soft, and you’re clearly exhausted. He feels wrong for calling, but his need outweighs his morals.

“‘M good. I just wanted to talk to you,” Leon says, trying to keep his voice from faltering. He hears a laugh from the other side and the rustling of your blanket, he assumes.

“It’s late. You should be getting your beauty sleep, pretty boy.”

Leon scoffs, hypocrite. Though the way you mutter the pet name has him breathless.

“I miss you,” he grumbles, eyes squeezing shut again.

“Oh, really?” The tone is teasing, and he imagines that’s what you’d say when he’s pleading for your touch.

“Yeah– can you tell me how your day was? Talk to me, please?”

“Uh, okay, Leon. Are you sure you’re alright, though?”

“I’m fine! J- just keep talking, please.”

You were thoughtful, asking him if he was alright, but he’s selfish. Getting off to your voice because he was so fucking horny for you.

“Well, my day was pretty bad. My week, actually. It felt like something was missing, ya know?” You sigh.

“Uh-huh,” Leon responds, not even sure what you said.

His body is so fucking warm. It feels like he’s burning. Not just from arousal but the guilt that lies with him as he shamelessly pulls his boxers down, his dick swollen as it slaps his stomach.

The guilt washes away when you tell him you missed him too. Blood runs straight to his cock as he moans loudly. He hasn’t even touched himself as yet.

Your thoughts are cut short, and there’s a beat of silence as you gather yourself.

It’s over. Leon thinks.

“Leon? Are you touching yourself?” you questioned. You sound confused, not mad, and he wonders if there’s not enough blood pumping to his head. He doesn’t know how to respond.

“Is that why you called me at one in the morning? Pretty baby just wanted to cum.” You mock, and fuck does it go straight to his cock.

“I needed you so badly,” Leon exasperates. He got onto his tummy, burying his head into his pillow and rutting his hips into the mattress. His precum dripped onto the sheets of his bed.

“Mhm, did you come as yet, pretty boy?” your whisper.

“N- no, mommy.” It slips out, and he can’t help it. Gosh, can he embarrass himself even further?

“Oh? Did you want mommy to help you, Leon? It’s okay, baby,” you sigh before instructing, “Want you to stroke your pretty dick f’me, honey.”

He shifts onto his back again, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grasps the shaft and gradually tugs it. Soft groans escape him as precums oozes out the tip, leaking onto his tummy.

“I wish it was your hand, mommy,” Leon whimpers. He’s so far gone. He had wished for moments like these where he’d be yours, though he hoped for different circumstances.

“Me too, baby. I’d take my time with you,” you mumbled breathlessly. He wonders if you’re touching yourself. Rubbing your puffy clit as you listen to him whine in your favour, your cunt stuffed with your fingers.

He increases his pace, pumping his aching cock faster. He’s so loud, and he’d be embarrassed if you weren’t encouraging him to be louder.

“You sound so sexy, Leon. I can’t wait to have you.” How were you going to have your way with him? Maybe you’ll stroke his cock like he’s doing, pinching his nipples, sucking on them til they're abused and red. He hopes you’ll ride him, bouncing on his cock for pleasure, not letting him come once.

Sloppily fucking his fist now, his head tilts back into the pillow, his hair sprawled out, and his phone is next to his ear as he listens for your quiet moans.

He can’t wait to get his hands on you, sucking on your tits or clit, as you ride his face until utter bliss.

“Come for me, Leon. Come as if you’re inside of me.”

“Holy shit.” Leon groans, the knot inside his tummy snapping as he spurts his cum out, trickling onto him as he rides his orgasm out.

You’re still on call as Leon breathes heavily, trying to collect himself. You break the silence.

“Wish I could’ve seen you coming,” you huff out. “Bet you look even prettier.”

“Did you touch yourself?” Leon asks in disbelief, cleaning himself off with the box of tissues near his bedside table.

“How could I not? You had me dripping. I have to change my sheets now.” you joke, and Leon blushes, grateful you can’t see him. He couldn’t believe he had such an effect on you.

“Can I take you out sometime?” Leon asks nervously. He hopes this doesn’t change the relationship you shared for the worse just because he was a horny mess.

You giggle, and he swears it’s the most gorgeous sound ever.

“Sure thing, baby. Where do you plan to take mommy, hm?”

You weren’t going to let him live that down won’t you? Not that he minds, of course.

#oh lord i got dizzy 😵‍💫#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re4 remake #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy x you #leon s. kennedy #leon kennedy smut #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil #leon kennedy resident evil

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what he deserves 🥹 my baby ❤️

Personal headcanon that the HOL household is very careful about going too far with bullying Mammon ever since MC snapped at all of them and was oh so close to making their life a living hell (pun intended)

It doesn't even matter if MC is there or not, you insult Mammon, here just sign your death sentence.

#obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me fluff #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me headcanons

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MASTERLIST

key -> ☆ - smut/18+ , ♡ - angst , ♥︎ - fluff

obey me! all brothers - kinks ☆ mammon - latino mammon (1)♥︎ , latino mammon (2) ♥︎, comfort ♥︎ , shower sex ☆ , valentine's day ☆, debt ☆, debt pt. 2 ☆ asmodeus - short thirst ☆ belphegor - bottom belphegor ☆ beelzebub - eating it <3 ☆

other fandoms leon kennedy (resident evil) - playing dangerous ♥︎ , through thick and thin ♡ , his first choice ♡ miguel o'hara (spiderverse) - let it out ☆ , it’ll be okay ♡

#i accidentally deleted the original post #HGHSFJHBSH #angel's masterlist!#obey me #resident evil #spiderverse #miguel o'hara #leon kennedy

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oh LORD 🧎🏻‍♀️

PEACHES - gojo satoru x f!reader.

→ summary: working was always boring for Gojo Satoru, just some boring paperwork, unread emails, and meetings every-day. but his new assistant made his world turn around and make it as sweet as peaches.

→ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, possesive behavior, teasing, breeding kink, use of nicknames (sweetheart, love, baby....), fluff, playboy!gojo, got the idea and wrote this watching the office, not proof read, office!au, boss!gojo satoru, assistant!reader.

TUMBLR IS BASED ON A REBLOG SYSTEM. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK. THANK YOU. ENJOY. SMUT BELOW THE CUT.

New day at the office, a new chance to annoy Nanami.

That's what Gojo Satoru would tell himself everytime he has to go to work. Nothing interesting usually happens there, same old office, boring paper work, and employees to annoy.

Because he wouldn't be working on this office if he wasn't obviously the boss.

Recently he fired the old assistant, some boring and old lady which couldn't even pass the call to him. A 'gift' from the old boss. But guess what? He's the new boss right now.

Your curriculum seemed pretty nice, a young lady, with not much experience which that's a job for him to build, single, not that it matters, and today, actually was your first day.

The office seemed pretty nice, clean, minimal, and the people seemed... nice.

Your desk was pretty long, a computer in the middle of it, some folders, which you suppose is the paper work left undone, office phone and some paper with the numbers to use when sending the call to your new work-mates.

After introducing yourself to everyone, you took a sit. You didn't quite well knew what to do, until the main door opened up, and you saw his black small circular eyes, a small glimpse of really blue eyes, his hair white as snow, he seemed like a really young man, probably two-three years older than you.

¨Oh, nice, you're already here. I'm Gojo Satoru, your new boss.¨

Your legs suddenly reacted and made you stand up from your chair, not even realizing you're now standing infront of him, his presence making you feel small, not only because of his height and broad shoulders, he had this aura of dominance, of a leader. No wonder why he's the boss.

You bowed at him and said your name, trying your best to not seem nervous or like your feeling your voice will crack at any moment. ¨Nice meeting you Mr.Gojo, i'll try my best, i'm sure you'll not be disappointed by choosing me!¨ Half of it you said it on your bow, really fast. Which made Satoru laugh.

¨Satoru love, call me Satoru. I'm pretty sure we're almost the same age, i'm pretty young to be called mister by such a pretty young lady like you for my taste.¨

You nervously giggled, and bowed again, feeling your face hot from embarrassment all you could do was look at the floor and wait for your first work to do.

And to say your boss wouldn't make you work, is a lie.

For the first hour or so, things went pretty fast and rough. You took notes, answered emails, and organized his schedule, all while trying not to make any mistakes. Someway the emails wouldn't stop coming, notes which you were pretty sure were his, but you couldn't dispute your new boss on your first day.

But as the day went on, you couldn't help but notice the way Satoru kept stealing glances at you. At first, you assumed it was just your imagination, but when days started passing, small glances turned into keeping eye contact with a shy smile with him, weeks passed and flirty comments started flying around the two of you, inside jokes, coffees by the morning after knowing his usual take, small accidental touches into giggles and shy apologies.

And to be honest, Satoru put you through so much work not only because he's lazy to do it by himself, but because he loves seeing you running around the office with your small skirts, he loves seeing you flustered by his compliments, loves having your submission.

Two months passed and he started inviting you to dinner after work, maybe some coffee on the weekends here and there, but he was falling for you. You might fell for him first, but he fell harder. But he couldn't let himself admit that.

Something that makes Gojo Satoru the Gojo Satoru is that he's a fucking playboy, can't stay with a girl for more than two weeks, it gets two the point where Nanami and Suguru bet on how much time the new chick will last. But... they didn't know about you! and the secret little dates he took you on, and the little pecks you have him on the cheek that made his heart beat faster and his trousers tighter.

He tried, really tried to forget those silly feelings you put him through, going to bars and finding a new fuck every night, but he knew he had to have you the moment he moaned your name while coming in a random girl mouth.

So that was enough playing around.

But he couldn't just go to your desk, and fuck you there in front of everyone. Which... didn't sound too bad when he's now thinking about it, maybe someday he'll try it with you, but first he had to have you in the nice way.

Leaving roses on your desk every-morning was a cute detail, but he thinks it wasn't enough, why? well because they still seem like doubting about if he's interested in yo or not.

¨Satoru, are you sure you're not in denial?...¨ Suguru asked him, knowing his best-friend like his right hand.

¨I'm not in denial Geto.¨ When Satoru uses his last-name instead of his first name like normal friends do, he knows he's lying, a good way to tell, but not like he's going to tell him.

¨So... I guess you wouldn't mind if I ask her out on a date right?¨

¨Fuck off Suguru.¨

His fantasies about you turned from sweet dreams into waking up at 3 A.M with wet boxers and in need of a jack off. So, now, he had enough.

You were nervous, to say at least. Today all Satoru did was treating you with coldness. Did you do something wrongs? His coffee wasn't sweet enough? And you were even more nervous when at the end of the day he called you to his office and stay for a while.

¨Yes Mr.Gojo?¨

He laughed, ¨How many times have I told you to just call me Satoru sweetheart?¨ he tooks his glasses off, it wasn't the first time you saw him without them, but every-time you looked at those eyes again, it felt like the first time.

¨I'm sorry Mr-... Satoru... Is everything okay? Why am I here?¨

He took a step closer, someway you stayed in your place, slow breathing each step he got closer the more you were anticipating his next move. ¨You don't really see it sweetheart, don't you?¨

¨See wh- mmph~!¨ the rule was broken with the moment of realization there was no coming back after this, had this kiss become even more frantic. You felt giddy kissing Satoru and his sweet lips, this moment was like a dream.

His armed wrapped around your waist, and your naturally wrapped around his neck, his hands went lower and lower until he smacked your ass which made you moaned at the sensation. Your hands sliding down his chest.

You giggled at the sudden action. "I was going to say it hurt, but I actually liked it." which made Satoru's grin even bigger, his cock was hurting by this moment, so many nights thinking about you and he is finally in the moment.

His hands stayed on your arms, kisses now turning into bruises in your neck, moans in to whines. "I want to kiss every inch of you." He mumbled on your neck, while grabbing your thighs and carrying you to sit on his desk.

Unbuttoning your shirt, while maintaining eye contact, his hands caressing every inch of your exposed body, he took your bra off and started sucking on one of your nipples, using his other hand to tease the other, by pinching it with his index and thumb. Switching to the other nipple, making sure both of them would be purple by tomorrow.

His hand sliding down until he got into your thighs, making it's way down your skirt, using his fingers to feel the wetness on your panties, "Look at that. Wet for me already and I've barely done anything." you could hear the sound of him unbuckling his pants, while he was getting naked, you made sure to take off the remaining pieces of yours.

His cock was large. A pretty shade of pink, veins coming down from the tip to his base. Red and needy tip already leaking pre-cum, looking for attention. He positioned himself, sliding his cock up and down between your lips thanks to your wetness. Each time touching your needy clit, making you moan. ¨S...Satoru... stop teasing! a-ah!~¨

“I can’t help myself, you’re just too fun to tease~” You moaned at the sudden intrusion, a small feeling of pain came through your body while adapting to his size. ¨Too.. big 'toru- just too much...¨

He chuckled at how cute you looked trying to fit him. Your tight hole squeezing his cock had him rolling his eyes. ¨You can take it baby, 'm sure you can.¨ He gave you a small peck on your lips, before slowly thrusthing.

¨You f...feel soooo good' sweetheart. Made for me. This pussy was made for me.¨ His thrusts started becoming faster every-time you moaned even louder, tears started filling your eyes, coming down one by one.

¨Make me. nngh! make me yours 'toru.¨

¨You want it princess?, you want my babies? Make you a such and good mommy?¨ Your moans started becoming erratic, way too much for your body. His hands would be buried on your hips by tomorrow.

You felt yourself getting dizzier every-time he hit that spot that made you see stars. ¨You would be such a pretty mommy, all round and full of me. I'll make sure you get pregnant, fucking you everyday...¨

You couldn't take it anymore, his dirty talk made you cum like no other. But he didn't stop, it made him eager to fuck you more. One of his hands positioned in your neck, choking you the right way to make you giddy.

His groans and whines searching for release made you looking for it too. The overstimulation becoming so much for your body. With some more thrusts both of you came at the same time. Satoru stayed a while inside of you, trying to steadying his breathing. He cleaned the both of you with a tissue and dressed you up again. He hugged your exhausted body, kissing your neck and praying how perfect you were.

¨Satoru...?¨

¨Yes sweetheart?¨

¨I get it. And I love you too.¨

#gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu gojo

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let it out — miguel o’hara

cw: switch!miguel, afab!sub!reader, miguel bites reader w his fangs, lots of spanish hfffgggg 😵‍💫, porn no plot i swear, fluff at the end <3

you knew something was wrong from the moment he had returned from his mission.

he came behind you, grabbing your waist tightly and burying his face into the top of your head. you could feel his hard chest against your back and feel just how tense he was. “mi amor..” he sighed out as he inhaled your scent, his muscles relaxing almost immediately.

“miguel, que te paso?” you said, leaning back into him and smiling softly as your lover had finally returned.

“a lot.” he grumbled, his hold on you tightening. “wanted to come back home so bad.”

you giggled as you turned around, your arms wrapping around his neck as you looked up into his eyes. “well, you’re here now.”

“mhmm..” he hummed, his jaw tight. his eyes glimmered with lust as he looked down at your innocent gaze. “me vuelves tan loco, amor..”

“ya sé..” you smiled before kissing him, whining against his lips as he reciprocated fiercely, pressing his lips hard against yours as his hands pulled your body closer to his.

he pulled away from your lips and began to press harsh kisses down your neck, his fangs ghosting over your skin which made you shiver. he stopped right at the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin. “can i..?” he said, pushing your hair away from your neck.

you knew exactly what he meant, gulping softly. “yes.” you breathed out, your hands gripping his arms and letting out a sharp gasp as you felt your skin break, his fangs sinking into you. your nails dug into his skin, whining as he licked over the new wound.

“ay amor.. no puedo.” he said before picking you up and taking you to your shared bedroom, the door almost slamming behind him as he harshly tossed you onto the bed, immediately taking off your clothes. normally, he wouldn’t skip foreplay but this time, something visceral was unleashed inside him and he had very little patience.

you whined as the head of his cock nudged against your wet core, his groan making your hole clench around nothing. “ay miguel, por favor.”

“ya voy, amor.” he said, groaning as he slowly pushed himself inside you. even though he was desperate, he still wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you too much. he still cared for your pleasure.

“sientes muy bien, amor.” he panted out before slamming into you, your entire body jolting against his thrusts.

“fuck, miguel! s-slow down, please!” you cried out, your nails digging into his back.

he shook his head, soft whimpers escaping his lips. “lo siento amor, lo siento.” he whimpered out repeatedly, his head buried in your neck as he continued his ruthless pace, his cock bullying your cunt. his hand on your waist tightened as he felt your body move against his.

“miguel, i-i’m gonna-!” your moans were cut off with gasps as he angled his hips, his cock hitting that spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

“cum, mi vida. cum with me.” he whined in your ear, his voice filled with desire as he felt his orgasm build, the pleasure and need overwhelming him as he thrust into you harder and harder.

“oh fuck!” you cried out as you came, your walls clenching down on his cock hard.

his eyes rolled back as he felt you clench tightly, triggering his own orgasm. he moaned as he filled you up, his warm seed flooding your womb.

“you feel so fucking good, amor.” he groaned softly as he kissed your neck tenderly, humming against your skin.

“ay, cariño. you’re very insatiable today.” you giggled, smiling as you cupped his cheeks and made him look up at you, the look in his eyes making you pause. he was absolutely star struck. his pupils were dilated, almost heart shaped in a way. he was panting softly, his chest heaving up and down and his tongue hanging out slightly from his mouth.

“ay dios…” he breathed out, his breath coming out in shaky exhales. he felt.. submissive. he couldn’t help but look at you like you were a goddess.

“too much, amor?” you said, giggling softly before kissing him softly, passionately and slowly. you moaned against his lips as you both took the time to savor one another, basking in the delicious afterglow of pleasure.

“te quiero, mi vida.” he mumbled softly, smiling as his body hovered over yours.

“te quiero tanto, mi alma.” you whispered, giggling.

#miguel o’hara #atsv miguel #atsv smut #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel smut #across the spiderverse smut #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 smut

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finishing with miguel and going to the bathroom to wash up, just to see your body in the mirror littered with shallow scratches from his claws... gentle, fading pink ones by your collarbone and across your stomach... slightly raised red ones near your hips and thighs from where miguel pulled you close over and over again...

miguel tries to keep his claws retracted, but sometimes he just gets too worked up and instead focuses on being gentle so he doesn't hurt you... it's just like the urge to bite you- he reduces that need to little nips on your inner thighs so his venom doesn't spread anywhere that would harm you. it hurts a little, but miguel is always so apologetic and sweet when you let him do it:

"lo siento, mi amor... you taste so good, i can't- i can't stop myself. please, just one more time- i'm s-sorry, querida, i'm so sorry..."

when he follows you and sees you admiring yourself in the mirror, he's relieved you're ok and happy to see you like being marked as his <3

#OH LORD #ON MY KNEESSSSS

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Really loved reading debt would you possibly make a part 2 (or maybe more in the future possibly have pegging) 😉😉😉

why of course ;) back by popular demand, i present to you: debt, pt. 2 <3

cw: no plot just smut, sub!mammon, afab!reader, bi & switch!reader, futanari reader (kinda...?), orgy, dumbification, pegging, fingers in throat, choking, dacryphilia, humiliation, begging, pain, degradation, overstimulation, use of sex toys, use of the names ma'am & mistress, oral (fem receiving) , edging, auralism, belly bulge <3, praise, cock slapping, i got very carried away with this AHAHAH

mammon wasn't sure how he was alive right now, or if he even was breathing. the witches had kept their promise of no breaks, breezing through 9 orgasms back to back, unfortunately for him.

"we have 9 more to go." your voice filled his ears as you ordered rowena and sage to finally stop their assault on his body. "would you like to take a break now?"

mammon was too dazed to form a coherent sentence so he opted for nodding instead, humming softly as his eyelids fluttered shut.

"ma'am, can we use the box?" sage said, smiling as she asked, looking at you with puppy eyes.

you looked at her and then back at mammon with a smirk, teasingly running your hands over his chest, making him shiver and whine. "what do you think, mammon? we have a whole box of toys that we'd just love to use on you. would you like that?"

his cock twitched at the mention of toys, the slight movement not being missed by any of the three witches. he nodded, biting his lip and looking at you through his wet lashes.

"i need words darling."

"yes mistress, please use me." he said, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

"good boy." you cooed, running your fingers through his hair as sage went to retrieve the said box. as you waited, you caught sight of rowena from the corner of your right rubbing her thighs together almost desperately, her face flushed.

"rowena, come here." she jumped slightly at your voice, immediately complying and sitting next to you on the bed. "is something the matter dear?"

"n-no! just.. remembering the last time we used the box. that's all." she said, giggling nervously. you remembered quite well how you used the toys on her and reduced her to a mess, just as you were doing to mammon.

"would you like me to do that again?" you said softly, your hand grazing her thigh.

"y-yes." rowena said without a second thought. she gasped as you spread her thighs apart a bit harshly, laying on her back as you pushed her onto the mattress before grabbing a hold of your hair as you went down on her.

rowena let out a moan in surprise, her back arching immediately as her hand tangled into your hair. “oh fuck!” she cried.

“really? starting without me already? and our poor guest..” sage sighed, shaking her head.

you pulled away from rowena’s cunt and held out your hand. “vibrator please, sage. rowena wants to feel good too and our guest can take a small extended break for once.” you said, licking your lips and tasting rowena’s sweet essence with a hum.

sage rolled her eyes and complied, handing you a bullet vibrator.

“thank you dear.” you said before turning the small vibrator on to its highest setting and immediately placing it on her clit without warning. the action made her cum almost immediately, crying out as she gripped onto the sheets.

mammon looked at sage with a pleading expression, pouting for extra effect as he bucked his hips up slightly, whining. “please sage… need to cum..” he mumbled softly, his hole clenching as his dick pulsed, hot and wet.

“how can i say no?” she said before grabbing another vibrator and turning it on, placing it against the tip of his dick, making him cry from the sensitivity.

“oh fuck, yes~!” mammon’s eyes rolled back as the power of the vibrator increased, gasping for air as the pleasure came to be too much.

“such a slut.. our little cumdump.” sage whispered into his ear, her sultry tone driving him over the edge as he came.

“yes! ‘m yer little slut! please use me, pleasepleaseplease-“ he cried, his back arching beautifully off the bed.

as you finished with rowena, she reached out for sage, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards her to kiss her deeply. rowena took the vibrator in sage’s hand and put it in her mouth to lick it clean before putting it inside her, smiling as sage started moaning, her head falling onto rowena’s shoulder.

“now.. for the main event.” you said, smiling at mammon before grabbing a purple strap-on. “are you okay with this, baby?”

mammon’s eyes lit up and widened in anticipation. he nodded, similar to an excited dog, making you giggle.

“alright, just gotta prep you baby..” you said as you clipped it on, the dildo standing proud against your waist. the sheer size of it had mammon shaking in excitement. you grabbed a bottle of lube, gently applying some to his hole and slipping a finger in, watching as he squirmed and moaned.

“w-woah..” he moaned out shakily, almost nervous.

you noticed his anxiety and slowly pulled your finger out. “are you alright? did i hurt you?” you said, worried. you were taken aback by yourself. never had you once worried over someone like this but perhaps his submissive nature made you feel this way.

“n-no.. jus’ never felt this before..” he mumbled, blushing from embarrassment as he looked away, biting his lip.

“oh,” you said, humming softly as you put down the bottle of lube and used your now free hand to grab a hold of his waist, rubbing soothing circles into his skin before running your finger around the rim of his hole, making him shiver. “i’m gonna put it in, okay?” you said, smiling softly at him.

“o-okay.” he said, nodding. he spread his legs a bit more farther, signaling he was ready.

you gently pushed your finger in, watching his expressions, searching for any signs of hurt. “you okay, puppy?”

he nodded, breathing deep through his nose as he got used to the feeling, his hole clenching tight around your finger.

“i’m gonna move it, okay? i’ll be gentle. tell me if it hurts.” you said softly before pulling your finger out and pushing it back in, slow just like you said.

he gasped and moaned, grabbing your wrist as a way to ground himself, throwing his head back against the pillow. “woah-! fuck!”

you noticed his hips bucking and added another finger, creating a scissoring motion to stretch him out slowly. “feel good?”

“feels so good! more, please!” he cried out, looking at you through teary eyes.

“there’s already two fingers love.”

“more! please..”

“alright.” and with that, you added a third finger, watching as he slowly lost his mind.

“mmmfh fuck..” he moaned, his noises turning more gutteral.

once he was fully prepped and came once more, you applied lube to the strap-on, prodding the tip at his hole. “ready?” unbeknownst to you, rowena had casted a small spell to make the strap feel as if it were actually part of you.

he nodded, grabbing onto the bedsheets as a way to brace himself, humming softly before he yelped as you pushed the tip into his hole. “o-oh fuck.”

once you were fully inside, you ground the dildo into him, reaching the deepest part of his prostate and making him cry out, his legs shaking while you moaned. "w-woAH" he yelped, his voice shaky with worry and pleasure.

"it's alright baby, you're doing so so good." you cooed softly, running your fingers against the pebbled skin of his chest.

he looked from his ass up to your eyes, tears filled to the brim of his eyes. mammon had never felt pleasure that was this intense before. sure, he'd have mind-blowing sex from time to time but this? this was something beyond words. it was overwhelming, the pleasure feeling so good that he wanted— no. he needed it. "c-can you move, ple-ease.." he slurred out, his bottom lip jutting out to pout at you.

"i'm going slow.." you said, smiling as you pulled out, watching as his legs shook and his eyes roll back slightly. you gave him one harsh, deep thrust and he cried out, his tears falling down his cheeks.

"more! please more!" he moaned, his hands clawing at the bed sheets as he tried to move his hips to get the strap deeper in him. he moaned as you thrust into him deep and slow. "fuck me harder, please." he sobbed out, his back arching off the bed, wanting more.

in almost the blink of an eye, you had pulled out and flipped mammon onto his back, thrusting your strap into him harshly, watching as his ass bounced off your thighs as you fucked him deeply yet thoroughly.

mammon's eyes rolled back as he buried his head in the bed, moaning into the mattress as his back was in a forced arch, his hands clawing at the bed sheets. "s-so good!" he moaned out, the strap hitting his prostate deliciously. your strap was specially made to have ridges on the sides, the said ridges dragging against his walls. "oh f-u-uck!" he stuttered, more tears rolling down his cheeks.

"god, you feel so good. so tight for me." you said, groaning as you thrusted into him, thrusting into him harshly. "c'mere babe." you said softly, ceasing your thrusts to grab his legs, hiking them over your shoulders.

"w-what are you do- o-oh!" he cried out loudly, his back arching off the bed as suddenly you reached deep into him.

you leaned your weight into him, grinding the strap into the deepest most pleasurable parts in him. suddenly, he came with a scream, his cum spilling out into thick ropes on his stomach. "you can take some more f'r me, right baby?" you groaned out, suddenly picking up your speed in your thrusts, making him sob from the overstimulation.

"w-woAH! t-TOO MUCH!" he sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks at this point, the tip of his cock a bright red from too much stimulation and pleasure. "i-i can't cum anymore! plea-ase!"

"you can do it baby, you still owe us a couple more orgasms.." you moaned out, thrusting at such a harsh pace, your thighs making his ass shake from the impact. "just make me cum... and we'll give you a break.." you moaned out, smiling at his purely fucked out expression.

he babbled nonsense, his eyes rolling back in his head, tossing his head aside. he began to drool, moaning nonstop like a dumb slut. "can't cum.. w-wait.. 'm gonna shoot blanks. i can't!" he cried.

much to his disappointment, he came again, making a pool of cum on his abdomen. "oh god.. please."

you felt him squeezing so tight, suddenly cumming. you stilled in him, accidentally grinding against his prostate. "AH-" he came yet again.

"so sensitive, aren't you.." you said, teasingly brushing your palm against his cock before slapping it harshly, making him sob and flinch.

"don't be so mean to him.." sage mumbled, coming up behind you and suddenly inserting two fingers into your soaked pussy, making you moan and arch your back.

"sage! fuck!" you whined, throwing your head back onto her shoulder, not sensing rowena coming up in front of you to suck on your taut nipples, making you moan more.

"such a good girl.." sage cooed, smiling and giggling.

mammon felt left out so he decided to wiggle his hips, grinding against the strap. though he was so overstimulated, he wanted to help make you cum, even if it meant feeling the pleasuring pain. "c'mon mistress. cum, please~!" he whined out, humping against the strap like a bitch in heat.

you gasped and came with a loud cry, your body becoming limp. "w-what.."

"you squirted on my fingers, love." sage mumbled into your ear, smiling as she pushed her fingers into her mouth, moaning as she tasted you.

you pulled out from mammon, leaning against sage who laid you down onto the bed, smiling. "she's so tasty.. do you want a taste?" she asked mammon, turning to the man who eagerly nodded.

"my turn to make you cum.. over and over.." mammon mumbled before latching his lips onto your cunt, smiling as you whined from the overstimulation.

you were in for it now.

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