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Pairing: Gojo x Reader
Genre: angst
Warnings: tragedy, alcohol, self-harm, self-destructive reader, smoking, physical violence, implied cheating
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“If you’re leaving, just take my heart with you.”
“Let's…try meeting other people.”
You heard your boyfriend—loud and clear, but still, you questioningly hummed as you folded your clothes on the bed. You were stacking them up neatly when you glanced at him as he sat on a chair in the corner of the room. He’s looking directly at you with a soft yet serious expression. You raised your brows at him nonchalantly, urging him to reiterate his proposal.
The wind blew past the curtains and inside your bedroom, sending chills down your spine and causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. You stood up to close the balcony door, telling yourself that the cold feeling on the tips of your fingers was caused by the breeze and not by the words that escaped Satoru’s lips.
“Maybe we should see other people. You know, like take a break from each other and see how it goes.” He leaned on his elbows, his eyebrows slightly pulling closer together as he cracked his fingers anxiously. His eyes traced your silhouette as you stood in front of the window; the sun was close to setting, slowly disappearing on the horizon.
And so is your relationship with Satoru.
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐖/ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓!
+ ayato, diluc, kaeya, venti, thoma, itto
tw. fem!reader, hand!job, m!masturbation, dirty talk, cursing, m!oral, slight hair pulling, fingering, very needy men, dom! w/ sub! reader
an. part one here! also bryce is officially back! yahoo!
☉ 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨
maybe it was your reaction that crumbled ayato’s composure, he thought you wouldn’t have whimpered against his touch, lips quivering against one another while he steadily brought forth his greedy fingers between your thighs. ayato wanted the subtle touches to catch your attention but he also wanted to leave you a withering mess as he went on about his day—too bad what he did to you completely, utterly backfired.
he had so much to do—so many people awaited his arrival but that was something he’d have to deal with another time as he was far too preoccupied following you around the house with his cock throbbing through his pants, practically begging for you but too smug about himself to outright say it.
“my love” ayato muses, gently cradling your head within his palms as he brushes his lips across your own, his eyes crinkle while you walk away minding your own business but ayato is hard—he’s fucking needy, he needs relief, ayato cannot fathom another thought but your pretty pussy gripping his cock like a vice.
ayato grabs the edge of your shirt, halting you from walking away from him, he presses his body against your chest, his bulge rubbing against you. “make me feel good—please, i need you. you won’t deny me, right angel?” ayato drops his head against your shoulder, whimpering when you finally cave, slipping your fingers down to palm at his cock springing it free.
“d-don’t stop, make me cum, please” ayato groans, bucking his hips into your hand while you move your hand quicker over his cock. ayato seems to be so incoherent that he’s completely dropped whatever act he always wears, cheeks blistering red, lips parted as he gasps for air and those moans—how they whimper your name.
ayato looks down for just a moment as he watches his swollen cock throb in your hands, the amounts of cum dripping from the sensitive head when ayato finally lets go, his eyes flutter close against your shoulder, legs trembling from the orgasm and he can only wrap his arms around you for leverage, “my princess, do you see what you do to me? how could i ever live without your touch?”
☉ 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜
mostly stoic, oblivious to human touch or even an interaction diluc could carry on with his day without any of the most obscene thoughts but on this particular day he seems to not be able to get you out of his head.
when his imagination really begins to drift he only imagines the filthiest thoughts, and maybe he’d be lying to himself if he wished you were sitting on his lap right now, calloused fingers messily drawing soft circles against your puffy clit, the wetness clinging to the pads of his thick digits—it seems like his prayers are further taunted when you finally make your appearance in your shared home.
“come here, now” diluc mutters, clearing his throat while he makes room for you on his desk, shoving the papers aside and sitting you right front and center. diluc admires the natural curves dug into your body, lingering gaze scatters across your chest until they invade between your legs, he takes the palms of his hands and places them gently on the fat of your thighs.
“kiss me” diluc whispers, tilting his head up from his position slightly below you in his office chair, crimson eyes glimmering as you lean down to softly meet his lips with your own. and he can’t help but groan into the kiss, nails digging into the skin as the kiss deepens quicker than he predicted.
it takes only a shred of time before diluc is above you, panties pulled to the side while his cock slides effortlessly through your slick folds, thumb pressed on your clit while his hips gently rock to a slow pace. “n-needed this, needed you” diluc can only gargle between pants, eyes slanting with pleasure, just a blur of your beautiful form below him.
your hand cups his cheek, back arching with his cock splitting you open, glimpses of life outside his office but now diluc is only worried about you—how hard you’ll cum around his cock, if you’d be able to take all of his seed and that you look so fucking perfect while he’s deep inside you.
diluc’s shell is so hard to break yet you seem to just shatter that all in mere seconds, the soft features of his handsome face melting to the palm of your hand, your walls eagerly sucking him in and diluc wishes so fucking hard this will last forever or at least the image of your pretty hole leaking of his cum over and over—he has so many possibilities.
☉ 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚
cerulean orbs taunt you from across the room, legs crossing with pressed lips. kaeya hasn’t spoken a word since he left the bathroom only wrapped in a beige towel, sitting down in a chair that was placed in front of you—you watch his body language closely until kaeya removes himself from the chair, dropping the towel to the floor.
“don’t be shy, pretty” kaeya smirks, gripping his cock with one hand as the other cards lithe fingers through his blue strands of damp hair. you gulp nervously, vision fixated on his hand working his fingers over his cock until he starts a steady rhythm followed by shallow whines, “watch how messy i can get just by looking at you.”
you’re frozen to the bed watching kaeya’s body flex against himself, veins pulsating through his forearms as he grips his cock stroking eagerly. “look angel, look just how fucking hard i am for you” he hums in a coax moan, sweetness drips from his lips as your legs press harder against one another. it’s vile just how good kaeya looks touching himself in front of you, it’s punishing that you can’t be the one to touch him right now.
kaeya takes his eyes off of you to look down at his hand sliding against his dick, the tip of his cock throbbing with every filthy thought flooding his mind. he wants you so bad, to feel your walls swallow his cock whole but the rush of your eyes on him already has kaeya on edge.
“don’t you wish this was in your pretty little pussy?” kaeya groans, releasing the grip of his cock just enough for pretty white ribbons to splatter in the floor. his head drops as his chest irregularly heaves, left breathless from what just happened. you can’t really have a voice for words but kaeya seems to fill them in anyway.
“here princess” kaeya takes the residue of his seed left on his stomach and walks over to your location, bending down to smear the substance across your lips, “aren’t you just so fucking beautiful?” he smiles before crashing his lips against your own.
☉ 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢
venti was everywhere but nowhere at the same time, he always slipped through your fingers just when you were about to catch him. upon traveling through dark alleyways you were finally able to snatch his wrist, pushing him against the brick walls and a smile toying with his lips just as the moon casting right on his features.
“pretty girl, what are you doing?” venti laughs, snaking his hand behind your head while his fingers grip the strands of your hair. “do you want me or something?” he muses, gently bringing your head to his level while you feel the rush of his tongue dip between your lips, “or do you want something?”
“i want you” a whisper coaxes his tongue while venti hums back in response, releasing the grip he had to push you down on your knees and met with his bulge throbbing through his pants. “yeah? i want you too” venti looks down at you, springing his cock free as he taps the tip on your bottom lip, “want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” you can’t help but love the way venti needily pushes his length into your mouth, gasping as the warmth engulfs him.
“f-fuck, feels really good” venti whimpers, slouching his body against the wall while you begin sucking him, tongue rolling across his cock and fingers latching onto his thighs while your nails dig into the material. venti voice trails across the breeze lingering through the empty streets, reaching higher volume as you go deeper until your nose hits his stomach.
with saliva dripping down your chin, tears streaking the apples of your cheeks, venti smiles down at you—just how pretty you look on your knees just for him. “want more, angel?” venti grunts, placing a hand on your cheek to swipe the salty tears away, slowly rocking his hips until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat.
but more to venti is always so much more and with another look at your doe like eyes gleaming back at him venti can’t actually hold back, gasping as he cums down your throat unexpectedly—the searing hot liquid sliding right down your throat and he’s been a god for way too long to not have seen everything in this world—yet the image below him truly is a miracle.
☉ 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚
a silhouette of a shadow lingers in the hallway as you make your way to the kitchen though you ignore the gesture at first it isn’t long until two limbs wrap around your body while you pour yourself a cup of tea. the breath of your boyfriend cascades down your neck sending a shrill shiver to your spine—and to something else.
“what’s my pretty girl doing up so late, huh?” thoma whispers, gently leaving open mouth kisses down your neck, using the adjustment of his presence thoma lingers his touch down to your shorts, eagerly slipping his fingers into your panties. “i can’t sleep” you gasp out, back arching against his chest while thoma greedily inches two fingers through your folds, collecting the wetness to circle a soft circle on your clit.
“my baby can’t sleep? that’s such a shame” thoma hums quietly, his lips remain on your neck, sucking and licking against the tattered skin until a new color arises on the flesh. his pace on your bundle of nerves picks up, with your juices dripping on his pad thoma easily rolls the digits across your puffy clit until an orgasm bubbles to the surface.
instead of speaking out loud your voice carries through the nerves of your body, twitching through the skin and muscles rippling in effect. thoma is on fire—his cock is painfully aching in his pants but he has to feel you cum, he needs to know how much you can diminish because of him. “that’s right, be a good girl and cum for me” thoma whispers again in your ear, placing a kiss on your cheek while his fingers slide into your walls, curling the digits until it hits just that perfect spot.
within a splinter of a second you’re on the urge of cumming, thoma could probably do the same with how pretty you sound or how wet you are but he’d rather hold back for now because in this moment is far too perfect to be interrupted by him. instead he coaxes the orgasm out, flicking his wrist just right until he feels you gush around his fingers.
you cave against yourself as you ride the orgasm out on his fingers, whimpering when the over sensitivity jolts through your body, thoma pulls his fingers from your shorts to place them on his tongue before wrapping his arms around you once more, “want to be my good girl again and do that on my cock?”
☉ 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨
“are you going to fuck me or what? it’s been a whole day” itto utters from the floor, a set of peculiar crimson orbs glare at you from his position and you’re left speechless, looking down at him as he ignores your vision set permanently on the way you can clearly see his cock strained in his pants.
“i need you princess, i need you now” you’re trying not to trip over your words as itto mutters the begging call, he’s desperately looking at you as if his world is about to be torn apart, whining when you again give him no answer.
“baby look, i love you and i love your pretty pussy and i need it right now or i might just die” itto urges, standing to his feet as he makes himself to a spot beside you, heavily leaning over your body while his palms are placed on either side of your body. “i’m not saying right at this moment but i’m really fucking hard and i want you to know that” he adds but with more of a needily tone.
and honestly—could you really blame yourself for caving to his demands when itto looks so good under you? clothes scattered across the ground now, your fingers digging into the plushness of his chest, using them as leverage while you hoist your aching pussy over his cock, one sink in and itto’s lungs deflate in a defeating moan.
“oh fuck, feels like you needed this more than me, pretty” itto tries to add charm to his voice but it’s cracking, with every bounce on his cock and he’s already wanting to cum deep inside you. the way your tits move so perfectly, the slick between your thighs dripping down to his balls and the pure urge to fill you up endlessly is driving itto completely insane.
itto takes his rough palms slapping them on your hips, gripping the flesh as he rides you harder down on him. only the whites of his eyes exist while you look down at itto, drool slipping through the corners of his mouth and his hot cum unknowingly filling you up as you keep rocking itto into another orgasm and he needed you—but seems like you needed him too.
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Send me a “♫” and I will put my music on shuffle and give you a 5 song playlist
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i apologise for the person i become when these panels get animated
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Right Where You Left Me (Kakashi x OC)
Pairings: Kakashi x OC, Jiraiya x Tsunade
Synopsis:
She was the daughter of a Legendary Sannin, He, a son of a disgraced shinobi. Fate brought them together but life tore them apart. Will they be able to take control of their destinies and find their way back to each other?
...Or will they be another victim of the cruel shinobi world they are both a part of?
Chapter Six
Akira has been taking it easy in the ANBU the past few months before it happened. She had previously shared her plans to retire from the ANBU to Kakashi and he was more than relieved. After years of countless dangerous missions and wondering if it was the last they would see each other, Akira had enough. It was time to stop and move on. He promised her he would follow suit a few months later.
They can be just regular Jōnins or even Jōnin-sensei if they really wanted to and they’ll settle down in the village and start their life together.
Kakashi never thought that he would actually consider settling down at such a young age. In all honesty, he never thought that he was the kind of person who will settle down. After losing every person he ever loved, having a family of his own was his greatest fear.
But he could see it now, a little boy with his hair and her eyes running around the house they built together. He could see a life with her.
He wanted a life with her.
They say that grief is the price we pay for love.
And true enough, Kakashi paid the highest price possible. The last time he saw her was in their apartment. She was still half-asleep on her side of the bed when he kissed her cheek goodbye. He was pulled into an urgent mission as a substitute earlier that morning. His question had to wait for another day.
“Come back to me.” She mumbled, locking her arms around his neck and pulling him back to her.
Her hands gently danced across his silver hair. He could hear her heart beating against his ear. It was loud and strong, a little too fast than a regular person like him but he had gotten used to it.
He knew all the the little things about her. Every insignificant detail people would usually dismiss. He loves every single one of the endlessly.
“Always.” He wrapped his arms around her waist as he settled in her warm embrace. His heartbeat slowed.
She was his home. He would follow her everywhere, do anything for her. He would bleed himself dry if she asked him to.
She was his world.
They laid in each others arms for a moment.
They were in their own little world, blinded by their dreams of their tomorrow.
“I could stay. Call in sick.” He thoughtlessly offered.
“No, you can’t.” She pouted. He absolutely cherished moments like these with her. Their playful banters that goes nowhere, having her in his arms. She always manages to make his heart skip a beat and he wondered how he could be so lucky to have her.
Kakashi lifted his head and looked at her. “Watch me.” He pressed his unmasked lips against hers. Akira’s arms instinctively found their way around his neck and pulled him even closer.
It was an innocent kiss that was slowly starting to become something more than they were prepared for.
Kakashi pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. They were both breathing heavy. He didn’t want to cross that line yet until he can call her his wife.
“I need to go.” His says in defeat.
“You do.” She agreed, sadly.
He kissed her for the last time by the door of their place before heading out.
Kakashi’s mission that was supposed to last for only three days stretched into a whole entire week. When he returned to their flat, a single note on the table awaited him.
She was pulled into an urgent mission. Her last as an ANBU, she wrote. She asked him to wait for her together with a promise to have an answer to his question.
When her mission was nearing the 14th day, Kakashi finally had enough and decided to pay the Hokage a visit. It was unusual to ask information about another mission especially if it was an ANBU team that was sent but Kakashi had been worried sick about Akira’s well-being. He knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself, but still, not having a letter from her for this long was no way normal.
The Hokage assured Kakashi that everything was fine and the person Akira’s team was chasing just happened to have a lot of tricks up his sleeve and is turning out to be a real nuisance for all parties involved. This new information did not help ease Kakashi’s mind at all, in fact, it made hime even more worried than he already is.
Akira is a natural in the art of tracking. The best in their ranks. Her sense of smell was sharper than himself or any of his ninkens combined, and with her own pack of wolves at her side, she was easily considered to be the best tracker in any of the five villages. For them to be taking this long, the person they were looking for must be incredibly skilled.
Kakashi reached an ultimatum when an entire month had passed. Three days. If she was not back in three days, he would formally reauest the Hokage for permission to go after them and join their team.
That was no longer necessary though, because two days later, Kakashi Hatake was summoned to the Hokage’s office.
She was gone. Dead.
They said her team was ambushed. She was strong enough to save her entire team but not enough to save herself. She was an ANBU. She shouldn’t have done that. The mission comes first not her comrades.
And it did. The mission succeed but her life became the price for it.
The funeral took place two days later but Kakashi was nowhere to be found.
Their friends had gathered for the traditional ceremony but even his shadow was not seen.
He remained curled up on her bed that they have shared for the past year.
She was just nineteen. She had her whole life ahead of her.
But every night for the next eight years, he dreamt about her. He dreamt about the times they shared together, the long sleepless nights spent in each other’s arms, day dreaming about their future together.
In his dreams, her back still molded perfectly against his chest, his nose still buried in her hair and the scent of lavender pleasantly took over his sense of smell. In these dreams, their fingers were still interlocked with each other and gently rising up and down from her even breathing.
breathing.
She was still breathing in his dreams, her warmth still surrounded him. She was the only one who can make him feel that he was home.
Even after he wakes up to his harsh reality.
Alone.
In his apartment he shared with no one, Kakashi could almost feel her again in his arms and there was nothing anyone could do to help ease his grief.
His eyes darted across the room to his closet. that housed the last remaining piece that he has of Akira. Her dress. The last reminder of their what ifs and what should have beens between them.
She was going to marry him in that dress. It would have been in the fall -her favorite season- under her tree, Jiraiya would walk her down the aisle and their friends would be there too, wondering how their relationship slipped right past their nose.
It would have been perfect.
But none of that happened. Instead of a kiss that would seal their life together, a gravestone took its place.
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Jiraiya took the mission upon himself to bring Tsunade the grave news. He thought that it was his duty as Tsunade’s friend and Akira’s Godfather to deliver the message of her death. He couldn’t bear the thought of Tsunade hearing about this from the mandatory letter from the Hokage given to the family of those who had died in battle.
Tsunade deserved to hear it from him.
In all honesty, he had absolutely no idea how he would break the news to Tsunade. How does he tell her that the last person in her family had once again laid down their life in the name of the village? And as if the situation wasn’t already bad enough, this time there was no body to mourn for.
The child they both love more than their own life disappeared as if she had never existed in the first place. All that was left of her were the memories and relationships that she had forged during the unfairly short time she lived.
Jiraiya as ashamed of himself on how he could have let this happen. He swore numerous times how he would protect her with his own life and yet here he was. Delivering the news of her fate to her mother.
He never had children of his own but he loved Akira more than his own life. He never thought he could possibly love someone more than Tsunade but Akira was the daughter he never had. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew she may not be his blood and flesh but she was her daughter. There was no questioning that. The pain of loosing was something he had never experienced in his lifetime. Jiraiya couldn’t imagine what Tsunade would feel having to go through all this pain again and again.
It took Jiraiya an unusually short amount of time to track down Tsunade. It usually takes him weeks if not months to even get a hint of her whereabouts, but this time, however, in the most ironic and cruelest way, it only took him a matter of days before he found himself sitting across Tsunade in her room with a bottle of sake to share with.
Tsunade’s eyes lit up the moment she saw her old friend. She quickly expressed her delight about meeting her daughter only a few short weeks ago. Jiraiya’s heart broke for Tsunade as she told him her plans for them knowing it was never going to happen. Tsunade had been paying off all her debts and putting her life back on track as she had finally decided to return to the Hidden Leaf and settle down with her daughter. She was going to be there for her this time.
Jiraiya could see the hope and excitement glistening in Tsunade’s eyes as she spoke about Akira and their future.
Out of the hundreds of missions he had completed, this was definitely the hardest of them all.
“Tsunade.” Jiraiya spoke, finally having the courage to at least start somewhere. He wished Tsunade had seen more of what Akira was like. He wished she had more time with her.
“She was so kind, Jiraiya.” Tsunade continued, not missing a single beat. “And so beautiful. Does she still live in our old house? Or did she get a place of her own. Did you know she’s seeing someone from the village? Is he a shinobi too? I hope he isn’t.”
“Did Akira tell you why she was there?” He asked. It was a simple question. Innocent even. There was no need to suspect that something had gone terribly wrong. Unfortunately, Tsunade knew him a little too well than he thought.”
“She was on a mission.” Her tone changed. A tad bit darker.
“She was on a mission.” Jiraiya agreed. “It was to observe and report, gather intelligence from an un-identified group. The Five Villages personally chose the members of their team.”
“Jiraiya…” Tsunade’s voice was shaky.
“They ran into some problems…”
“No.” She told herself. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not to her kid.
Tsunade knew what Jiraiya was going to say. She can’t hear that again. She stood up in disbelief and began pacing around the room. Jiraiya followed her suit.
“I’m sorry, Tsuna.” He said. He knew that she knows.
“No!” She yelled, looking at him. Wide hazel eyes filling with tears. “She’s not dead! She was- she was here. She was just here, Jiraiya. I saw her. I talked to her.”
Tsunade denied the truth presented to her, but she knew deep down, it was all true. Jiraiya wouldn’t lie, not about this. She was filled with anger and despair and hatred. For the village, for herself, for whoever Gods was above.
She was just absolutely broken.
Jiraiya had to close his eyes as a heart-wrenching wail escaped from Tsunade’s lips. He knew a part of her died with Akira as it did with him.
He caught Tsunade in his arms as her knees buckled. All he could do was let her cry, and scream and scratch him all she want. He let her curse the world and all the people in it for taking all the people she had ever loved and cared for.
Her brother, her beloved, and now, her one and only child.
Life has never been easy for any of the shinobis. It was the curse of their profession but the cruelness of taking Tsunade’s only daughter just when she had decided to start over was something no one, even the worst person in the world, ever deserves to go through.
None of them were ever the same again after she left.
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I know it’s been a sad couple of chapters but I sweat HOPE IS IN THE HORIZON. I just had to lay down all of the emotions the people Akira left because I just really do think that losing someone close really affects how a person becomes in the future especially if it was so unexpected like in Akira’s case.
That was such an important aspect for me that I felt like I needed to write.
Next chapter would be a little time skip where Tsunade and Kakashi meets.
P.S. Sorry I was away for quite a while. School really took all my time and my mental health really detoriated in the last few weeks but I’m good now and updates would once again be regular too. Thank you to all who are still reading this book and supporting it all through out.
And lastly, reblogs and reviews are most welcome too!
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Really wish I had mutuals who I could speak to everyday ughhhhh
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on all levels except physical, i am chicken joe
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my heart.
obito uchiha.
warnings: angst, unrequited love, nsfw, breeding kink, rough sex, bruising, multiple orgasms, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. please reblog.
(a/n): i wanted to do something different this time. finally, some plot in the hordes of porn. also, sorry for the delay, moonie.
request: (@txmariz) could i request tobi w/ a breeding kink? if u dont write for him, then obito would be fine :)
the uchiha breeding agenda is well known among the shinobi world and it is evident in the way obito likes to pump his cum into your sensitive body, ravaged by multiple rounds of heated sex. he strokes your hair, looking at you in the most affectionate of ways with his sharingan activated.
it’s piercing stare makes your heart race, the thought that this very moment might be stored in his eyes forever making your face heat up. he finally closes his eyes, his toned chest moving rapidly. a cue to his exhaustion after hours of rapid exertion. your hand comes up to stroke his chest before it is pinned down with a force previously unseen.
your shock at seeing his eyes open and his sharingan still activated makes it easier to him to grab you and shove his fat cock inside you. you wince, grabbing his shoulders when he starts to pump into you rapidly. the bed creaks at his roughhousing, the headboard hitting the wall rapidly.
“this is it” you thought. “this is the last time” the ache throughout your body caused you to hope. “i’m sure he’ll love me if i just give him what he wants. he’ll forget her, i just know it.” tears sprung from your eyes, causing you to clutch him harder and bury your face into his neck. he clutched you tighter, leaving bruises on your thighs. clearly disapproving of the unwanted closeness.
he finished earlier than expected, the hours of sex taking a toll on him. so did you, of course. you found yourself thinking he had finally fallen for you. but the way he got up immediately after caused you to wonder if he was imagining someone else when he looked at you with those crimson eyes of his.
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reblog this and tag your sign, sexuality, and whether you prefer vampires or werewolves
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# 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Meanie Gojo. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
𝐀/𝐍 : This is a repost from my old blog anthenais.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 who squishes your cheeks together and call you a dumb baby because he knows that it makes you furious.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 that challenges you to wear a skirt without any panties on dates. 10 more points if it is at an attraction park on a windy day.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 that makes you ride him in his car while he’s taking a call with Nanami, keeping you quiet with his blindfold in your mouth.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 that takes all the place in the bathtub (this motherfucker) so that you have no choice but to grind on him.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 that takes dick pics and sends them to you at the most random times. Especially while you’re at work, during lunch break with your colleagues.
“Bet your mouth feel empty”
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 that rails you in a very expensive hotel room, naked body pressed against the glass window.
“Do you like the view sweetheart ? I sure do now”
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 who has an obsession with your ass and can’t keep his hands to himself. Always grabbing, slapping, pinching it.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 that films your puffy pussy just to capture his cum dribbling everywhere. Yeah he likes it messy. Expect couple of rounds and very sticky bodies. I hope you’re on the pill princess.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 that laughs at you when you’re asking him to slow down. Just don’t. He will fuck you ten times harder.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 that lets Geto use you like a fleshlight because he lowkey has a voyeur kink.
“How does it feel to not be fucked by the strongest, huh ?”
Seriously shut your stupid mouth Gojo.
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cute 🥰
tagging: anyone!
Found this on Twitter so why not start a tag game? Make a fall palette with your placements!
I’ll tag: @ushidoux @oikawasmommy @anxiousbabybirdb @rythlynn @richkookie @thesimphouse @gg9183 @ruemensukuna and anyone else who wants to play!
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My hero academia angst idea incoming....... Cw for suicide and hospitals
(idk how to put stuff under the cut on mobile so it's under the gif)
Wouldn't it be fucked up if the series ends with mydoria in a hospital bed, comatose,
With the whole story having been from the point of view of a nurse who can see others dreams while he's in hospital on life support after jumping from the roof all might left him on
The last scene being his mother choosing to pull the plug after realising that he's never going to wake up
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