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Pull the trigger (SFW/hitman!Gojo x mafia!leader!fem!reader)

Author's note: I've been working on this story for weeks lol I really enjoyed writing it, reader is completely different this time. She's cold and ruthless but don't worry, they get their happy end (kinda lol)

And also I did a collab with my lovely friend @randompurr again. Please give her some love, she did an amazing job <3

DO NOT copy or repost her art without giving credit! Comments and likes are much appreciated.

And thank you to my lovely @ladycheesington for proofreading <3

Warnings: MNDI/ 18+ ONLY!/ injuries, blood, violence, torture. Mention of guns and illegal business. It's a mafia AU after all Wordcount: 5.1K

“Such a shame to kill someone so beautiful.” he thought and for a brief second he hesitated. For the first time in his life Satoru was unable to pull the trigger. In a blink of an eye you were out of his sight. His pupils grew wide and his breath became uneven, because he knew he fucked up.

“Shit.” he clenched his jaw as he was still staring through the lens of his high tech weapon at the spot you stood just a second ago.

***

A big yawn and an even bigger stretch helped you get out of the bed in the morning. You knew it was going to be a busy day. Some business meetings then a party where your business partner invited you. So actually it was a must.

It’s been a few years now that you had to get in charge as the head of the family. Your father passed away and his last wish was you to protect the empire at all costs. He raised you well, if raising a girl as a ruthless yakuza could mean “well”. Skilled, smart, sneaky were just bits of your personality.

Did you want this role? Sure. Would you have any other choice if you thought otherwise? Of course not.

For some reason old memories rushed your mind while you were getting ready in the bathroom. Taking a hot shower, standing under the water was supposed to make you feel relaxed. But instead you frowned as an unwanted scene from your past flashed in front of your eyes.

“Do it! And prove your worth!” you heard your father’s harsh voice.

“I don’t want to…” you argued with shaky hands.

“Do you think I wanted it when I was at your age? No! Did my father care about my feelings? Also no! Because our feelings don’t matter. The only thing we need to focus on is to keep the business together, protect the empire at all costs. Never forget that! And now pull the fucking trigger.” he shouted.

You closed your eyes and obeyed. It was the first time you killed someone. With time it became easier but you were unable to forget the first one. You were only a child for fuck’s sake.

Your turquoise silk robe hung on the hook and waited for you to put it on after you dried yourself with a huge fluffy towel. As you stared in the mirror you noticed how tired your eyes looked. Circles and massive bags showed you would have needed some more rest or some less stressful life in general. But there was nothing that makeup couldn’t hide. Getting ready was one of your favorite parts of the day.

Business meetings meant casual makeup and conservative hairstyles. Messing with your bun you chose some gem covered hair pins to fix it. Your typical velvet lipstick finished the look before you walked to your wardrobe to choose an outfit. An outfit that showed you were a powerful and dangerous business woman.

A black long sleeved turtle neck blouse with also black tight pants were the best choice. You spiced the outfit with heels, a long snow white coat and a pair of leather gloves. A slight smirk appeared on your face as you took a quick glance in the mirror before you left the room.

Yuuta was ready to escort you as always when you headed to a meeting. During the years you implemented some changes in the family, you rewrote some old rules and replaced them with new ones. One of them was to change the ranking process. Before, members under the age of 30 couldn’t guard the boss. Your father believed young people weren’t able to handle certain situations. Yuuta on the other hand proved his worth more than once, plus you trusted him. So he was the perfect choice. He appreciated your faith in him and did his best to protect you no matter what. Even if the boy was in his twenties he was already a skilled fighter, great in martial arts and even better with his katana.

You loved the terrified look on people’s faces when they noticed your guard with a huge sword on his back. Of course he was armed with guns as well but no one needed to know about that.

“Good morning, boss.” he greeted you with a slight bow. “The car is ready and waiting for you.”

You nodded and a tiny smile showed him you were satisfied. Yuuta weren’t only your guard but your personal chauffeur as well.

On the way to the meeting you felt like someone was watching you.

“Are you okay?” Yuuta looked into your eyes through the rearview mirror.

“I can’t explain it.” you cleared your throat. “I have a bad feeling about today, so please pay attention. This family is nasty as fuck.”

“You have my word, I will protect you.” he frowned as he focused on the road again. “And if they try anything I will kill them all.”

***

“Why do you want me to kill her?” Gojo grabbed the folder from the table. His client stood in front of him in his office. The man looked determined, hatred flashed in his eyes.

“I need that family to be wiped out as soon as possible. Starting with the useless boss is the best.” he snorted.

“Hmm…” Satoru laid back in his chair, chewing on his inner cheek, seemingly hesitating. He was staring at your picture that was attached to the folder. Your beautiful face, mesmerizing eyes, oh and your silky looking hair distracted him for a second.

“So? What do you say?” The man was getting more and more impatient. “I pay as much as you want. Money doesn’t matter.”

Gojo clicked his tongue as he stood up and threw the folder on his desk.

“Deal!” he slammed his palm into his client’s, shaking hands to make it official.

Even if he accepted the request he had a weird feeling about it. Something bugged him but he had no idea what or why.

The next few weeks he spent examining your life. He tried his best to get every useful information about you, about your daily routine and about your family. Once he realized how loyal and faithful your men were, he knew it wasn’t going to be a piece of cake to eliminate you.

“Okkotsu Yuuta.” he hummed as he made some notes. “This fucker will cause me big trouble, if I’m not careful enough. That katana looks worrying. And on top of that he’s like a lap dog, he’s always around her. So pitiful.” he rolled his eyes. “Who’s next?” he frowned. “Nanami Kento. The consigliere of the family. He seems smooth but he’s a freaking butcher when it’s needed. I definitely have to pay attention to him, otherwise he will cut me into pieces. I know how far he’s willing to go…” he clicked his tongue.

Satoru kept going on and on with his notes and list about you and the family. He was the best hitman in the area if not in the whole country. His hitting rate was 100% successful, no mistakes, no missed chances. When he accepted a job he was determined to get it done. This was one of the reasons that made him the best.

But the second he laid his eyes on you he knew he needed to be careful. Not because he wasn’t good enough to kill you, no. But because you seemed that kind of woman who looked sweet and beautiful on the outside and probably was a dangerous, cruel mistress on the inside.

***

Yuuta opened the car door for you as he pulled off in front of the building. In front of the 65 floor high skyscraper in the heart of downtown, which wore the name of the owner right above the entrance. Enormous letters signaled the importance of the word Zen’in.

You were wary of the family. Bunch of fuckers as you mentioned them, whenever a conversation involved these people. The way they treated some of their members made you feel sick. For you family was the most important thing. Something that needed to be protected and saved above everything else. For the Zen’ins money and power came first.

As you stepped out of the car you kept fighting the weird feeling. The feeling that you were watched. For a brief second you turned around and looked at the top of the building on the other side of the road. Nothing. You saw nothing. Maybe a tiny little reflection but it was so meaningless that you didn’t care at all.

“Boss?” Yuuta’s husky voice snapped you back to reality. “You okay? We should head inside.” The boy stood next to the car, frowning. He was always so ready to step in, to get into action. His senses were always aware of everything. And no one could blame him for not seeing a skilled hitman hiding at the top of a building as high as the sky.

“Yeah, sure.” you cleared your throat and turned to the entrance.

The inside of the building looked stunning, rich, luxurious. It represented everything the Zen’ins wanted to show to the world. They wanted people to see them as a higher form of living. As they would be worth more than the average. Obviously it was bullshit and all this circus made you laugh and gag at the same time.

“Oh, stop this Naoya.” you rolled your eyes. “I thought we were here for serious business but all I hear is “but” and “if”. I don’t have time for this.”

You felt as if he tried to buy some time and actually you were right. The current head of the Zen’in clan tried his best to keep you in the office. He was terrified because you shouldn’t have arrived at all. If everything went according to the plan you would have laid on the ground in front of the building with a bullet in your pretty head. Instead you were pulling faces, rolling your eyes and calling this whole meeting useless.

After you left the building Naoya became furious. “What the fuck happened?” he yelled through the phone right into Gojo’s ear.

“Stop yelling.” his cold voice sent shivers through his client's body.

“Answer my fucking question! I thought you were the best.” he hummed.

“The job will be done. Stop bothering me unless you want me to change my target.” he clicked his tongue as he ended the call.

***

“I don’t know, Yuuta.” you frowned. “Am I paranoid or was this meeting off? I mean, I know he is a fucking jerk but…”

“Something was definitely off.” he nodded slightly as he opened the car door for you. “Maybe you should cancel the party tonight.”

“I can’t.” you sighed frustrated. “I have unfinished business with Kashimo Hajime. I owe that bastard a dance.”

“Boss…” Yuuta rolled his eyes.

“What?” you acted innocent. “We made a bet and he won. You do know how important it is to stay true to your word, right? I can’t let rumors spread that I’m a liar.”

“I know, I know.” he waved. “I’ll be aware of every source of danger, just please don’t make it harder than it should be.”

“Seriously?” you hummed a laugh, while you raised one of your eyebrows. “Let’s head to the hair salon, please.”

You spent the day enjoying the luxurious pleasures that rich business women could afford. After the hair salon you stopped to get your nails done. A little bit of shopping and having lunch with Yuuta in a fancy restaurant were the most enjoyable part of the day. You loved spending time with him since he never complained. Okay, it was part of his job but somehow it seemed he enjoyed your presence just as much. He wasn’t only your first Lieutenant, he was your friend.

In the late evening you stepped out from your room in all your glory. You wanted a dress that showed enough but still stayed elegant. A classic black dress you chose with long sleeves and deep cleavage. A thin silver belt hugged your waist. The bottom of the long dress just brushed the floor, while your right thigh was shown through the slit on the side.

Besides the dress you wanted your hair to look perfect as well. So you made a messy but lovely looking low bun and spiced your outfit with a pair of tiny diamond earrings. The velvet lipstick was a must.

When it was about a party or a public appearance in general four or five of your men escorted you. Just in case. Yuuta and Nanami were waiting for you in the hall. The way Yuuta’s eyes widened the second he noticed you walking down the stairs made you smile.

Kento cleared his throat that snapped him back to reality. “Be professional.” Nanami whispered to the young boy. “And know your place. She is the boss!”

***

The parking lot was way too crowded in front of the breathtakingly beautiful building. Long stairs guided the guests up to the entrance. As you took a few steps forward someone bumped into you. A young girl with dark green hair and a pair of very fashionable glasses grabbed both of your shoulders. She leaned in quickly and whispered. “Be cautious! Gojo Satoru wants to kill you.” And with that she was already gone.

Yuuta appeared next to you in a heartbeat, he was furious about being too late to prevent the incident.

“Boss!” he placed his hand on your forearm. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What did she want?”

“She said…” you stared into the nothingness, still in shock.

“What?” he frowned. “What did she say?”

“She said Gojo Satoru wants to kill me.”

“What the fuck? Okay, get in the car. Right now! We need to take you to the safe house and…”

“No!” you raised your hand which made Yuuta quiet immediately. “Kento, please come here.” you turned to your consigliere.

“Yes, boss.” he stepped next to you in an instant.

“Do you know the name Gojo Satoru?” you looked him in the eyes.

“He is one of the most successful hitmen, boss. If he is after you, we should take this seriously. That man never misses his target.”

“I’m not gonna let that bastard ruin my night. So it will be your job to be ready to act, understood? I have a plan. Because I’m sure he will try to approach me. You wait for my sign and we’ll capture him. I need to know who hired him.”

“Boss, with all due respect…” Yuuta gulped hard.

“No!” you shot a deadly stare at him. “Do as I say and know your place!” you took a deep, irritated breath before you turned around and headed to the stairs.

***

The inside of the building looked even more mesmerizing. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, marble floor sparkled under your feet. Everything seemed fancy and expensive, extremely expensive. You hated these kinds of parties from the bottom of your heart. Even if you were loaded you never liked bragging about it. And yet this party was all about it. Every guest, every person in this room was disgustingly rich.

A few steps you took and eyed the place to find some familiar faces. A friendly voice called you from behind that made you smile.

“Kashimo, are you already here?” you turned around to greet him.

“Darling.” he smirked and hugged you immediately. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show up. You know…” he blinked “Because of our little bet.”

“Oh, c’mon…” you laughed out loud. “This time you won and I’m true to my words no matter what.”

The night started to get heated, more and more crowded. You had a nice dinner and kept enjoying Kashimo’s presence. Cocktails after cocktails disappeared down your throats but you were aware of the danger.

“So…” Kashimo stood up from the table and reached out his hand for you to take “Can I have this dance, milady?” he kissed the back of your hand as you accepted his offer.

“With pleasure.” you nodded slightly.

Kashimo Hajime was an attractive bastard, there was no need to deny this fact. His tall figure, toned body and handsome face stole the hearts of the women across the country. Tonight he wore his semi long, bluish white hair down with a messy bun. The suit he chose followed his body perfectly. His dark blue button up shirt showed all his muscles, if you checked him well enough you could spot his abs, too. The black pants fitted his figure and followed his round bum. All in all he looked hot as hell. But you would have never admitted that. There was no way on Earth for you to boost his ego even more.

The slow song echoed through the marble room and lured several couples to the dance floor. He softly took your hands and guided them around his neck, while his own hands found their way to your waist.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he cooed.

“It’s been worse.” you teased.

It was just a game between you two. Teasing was your thing. Maybe you were attracted to him, maybe not. Maybe he was attracted to you, maybe not. But one thing was sure, you both loved this cat and mouse game way too much.

As the dance went on you felt the same weird feeling as in the morning. The feeling of someone watching you.

“What’s wrong?” Kashimo frowned “You don’t enjoy this nice dance with me?”

“I do.” you admitted without even realizing it “But I have a weird feeling. I think someone is watching me.”

“Oh, you mean the crystal white haired guy in the corner?” he smirked. “He hasn't taken his eyes off you since you walked in. I think he’s a fan of you, darling.”

You rolled your eyes and hugged him just a tiny bit tighter.

“Be ready…” he whispered in your ear “He’s heading here.” Kashimo thought he did you a favor when he waved to the unknown man behind your back, inviting him closer. He had no idea the man was here to end your life.

The second he stepped next to you, Kashimo released your waist. “I think you paid the price of losing our bet, darling.” he took a step back and winked at you, before disappearing in the crowd.

“May I have this dance?” the tall man reached out his hand to you.

“Who am I about to share this dance with?” you looked skeptical.

“My name is Gojo Satoru.” he stepped a bit closer. You grabbed his hand and tried your best not to show any sign of nervousness. Playing it cool was your only goal. You had to get the name of his client no matter what.

“What a lovely name.” you smiled softly as you placed one of your palms on his shoulder. Gojo was taller than Kashimo and in a wicked, twisted way he looked more attractive. The snow white hair, his handsome face and those undeniably beautiful blues made you weak.

It seemed your hitman had taste in dressing up. The ebony suit with silver white button up shirt and matching tie made him look unbelievably eye-catching. But you were aware, you knew what he came here for and you weren’t about to give him what he wanted.

The slow melody filled the dance floor and for a brief second you felt a spark. A spark between him and you. Satoru stared deep in your eyes and you saw…regret?! In that short second you played with the thought of what if you met in other circumstances. What if he wouldn’t be here to kill you, what if you could give yourself completely into this dance. It sounded so ridiculously insane that you almost chuckled, but you felt somehow safe in his embrace.

The second Gojo pulled you into him and hugged you tight you let out a soft moan. It felt good, it felt nice, it felt natural. You threw your hands around his neck while you kept dancing. To the rhythm of the song your body moved in sync. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I wish this was real.” you whispered. But he heard you and pulled you back a bit just to look into your eyes. Even if he kept silent his eyes showed more than enough.

“May I?” he leaned in, closer and closer, inch by inch. Did you want him to kiss you? Oh, yes! Did you let him do it? Well…

His lips were so close to yours that you felt his hot breath on your skin. In that exact moment you raised your hand behind his back and snapped your fingers twice. Yuuta, Nanami and the rest of your men appeared around you in a blink of an eye.

“Let’s not make a scene.” Yuuta growled as he pressed a gun against Gojo’s lower back in a way that no one even noticed.

“Such a nice act it was, darling. I almost believed we had a moment.” he kept staring into your eyes.

“Take him.” you sounded ice cold.

Yuuta walked him out of the building and stopped next to their car.

“Put this on…” he threw a sack to Satoru.

“Is this really necessary?” he clicked his tongue. Yuuta didn’t answer him, stepped a bit closer and punched him in the gut as hard as he could.

It surprised him, he didn’t think this young boy had the balls to actually hit him.

On the way to the base millions of thoughts ran through Gojo’s head. He was mad at himself. “This woman…this woman made me vulnerable.” he clenched his jaw. Even if he knew it wasn’t professional, he couldn’t help his feelings. Now that he shared that dance with you, now that he felt your body close to his, now that he almost kissed you he knew what he had to do. “I’m gonna make her mine, no matter what.” he smirked under the cloth.

But there was one thing he wasn’t aware of. You weren’t as easy to get as he believed.

***

After your men escorted Gojo into The room Yuuta walked back to you into the living room.

“Boss…” he took a deep frustrated breath “Please let me handle this fucker. I will get the information you need, I swear.” hatred flashed in his eyes.

“Take Nanami with you.” you poked your inner cheek with your tongue. “But you cannot kill him, understood?”

The boy’s eyes widened when he heard your order. Something was off and he felt it. Normally you were the first one who stepped into the room and beat the shit out of anyone who tried to harm you. Never before have you shown any kind of mercy. Every single time you were the one who pulled the trigger. But this time it seemed different. On your way back to the base you declared that you weren’t going to join them.

***

Nanami walked next to Yuuta but when they reached the door the boy stopped Kento.

“I will handle this on my own.” he said with a serious tone in his voice.

“Stop this bullshit, kid.” the tall blond rolled his eyes “No one needs you to be a hero. Especially not her.”

“Fuck you, Nanami.” Yuuta clenched his jaw “I’m going in alone and I will get from that piece of shit what she needs. But I don’t need you to be there and stop me…”

“She said we cannot kill him, remember?”

“Mistakes can happen.” he shrugged as he slowly opened the door and stepped in.

Gojo was sitting on a chair in a completely empty room with his hands tied behind his back. The second he heard the door moving he knew it was going to hurt. And he was right.

Kento was waiting outside but he heard everything. Every punch, every hit, every hiss. He knew this hitman was a tough one but he also knew that Yuuta would go as far as possible to get the information for you. You were his world even if you didn’t see him like that.

“Talk, you filthy shit.” Yutta punched Gojo in the face for the umpteenth time.

“Sorry, boy.” Satoru smiled with blood covered teeth “I told you I won’t say anything to you. I’m only willing to talk to her.”

“Bullshit.” he spat on the ground.

“Hey!” Gojo yelled out of the blue “I know you hear me Nanami! Please tell her I’m going to tell everything but only to her. ”

Yuuta froze in his action. “How do you know him?”

“I’m sorry boy but it’s none of your business.”

Kento clicked his tongue before he headed to get you. He wanted this to end.

“Boss.” he stood in front of you “He is willing to tell everything but only to you. Maybe…”

“Fine.” you rolled your eyes and got up faster than you expected. You didn’t understand your reaction either.

***

“She would never play your game.” Yuuta pulled an annoyed face. Gojo stayed silent and smirked, because he knew. At least he hoped you felt the same tension between you too. The door shot open and there you were, standing in front of him with the coldest look in your eyes.

“Boss…” Yuuta turned to face you. He saw as you raised your hand to hush him, so he bit back everything he wanted to tell you.

“Leave us alone.” you kept staring at Satoru who looked way too beaten up.

“But…” Yuuta tried his luck again.

“Enough!” you yelled and looked him in the eye. “Who do you think you are talking to? I said leave. Now!”

He realized what he did and felt really ashamed. Talking back to the boss was very disrespectful and unacceptable. He knew what his punishment was going to be and he couldn’t do anything but accept it. Deeply he bowed in front of you and walked out of the room.

“You have 2 minutes to tell me what I want to know.” you said the second you heard the door closed behind you. “Otherwise I let Yuuta in and I won’t hold him back anymore. You know…he really wants to kill you.” you clicked your tongue.

“I assume Nanami talked about me.” Gojo tried to sit straight even if he was in real pain. This boy beat him up pretty well. “And so you know I could have killed you if I really wanted to.”

“Oh, how generous.” you rolled your eyes. “Name…give me the name of the fucker who hired you.” your ice cold tone sent shivers down his body. He knew it was crazy but he found you way too attractive. The power, the raw cruelty in your eyes made him want you even more.

“Look, I'll tell you the name with one condition. We finish the dance which was interrupted so aggressively.” he tried to smile through his blood covered face.

“You think this is some kind of joke?” you got mad in an instant and stepped right in front of him. “One minute left.” you looked down on him.

Even if you were aware of a lot of things you missed the fact that Gojo was trying to free his tied hands behind his back. During your lovely chit chat he was able to get rid of the rope. As you looked down at him, he slowly looked up right into your eyes. He didn’t say anything but slowly stood up. The way he towered above you made your eyes widen for a second. You really didn’t expect him to break free. Several thoughts rushed through your mind and you realized you made a huge mistake. You let your emotions get in the way and you underestimated your enemy.

You took a step back but he grabbed your waist gently.

“Please.” he growled. “Just let me hold you for a second. I can’t explain it and it drives me crazy but look…” he pulled you close to him. “I could never hurt you. Never! ”

Unbearable tension was throbbing in the air. For a brief second you eased your body and melted into his touch. Satoru felt the difference right away.

“The Zen’ins” he whispered as he leaned in. “They wanted to get rid of you.”

You bit your lower lip, you were hesitating. Did you want him to kiss you? Oh, yes. Did you understand why? Not at all. But did you let him…?

His pink lips got closer and closer to yours, just like back at the party. You felt his breath on your skin when suddenly his eyes widened and he froze in his action. The cold steel of the gun, pressed against his tummy, stopped him immediately.

(colored version is on Wattpad)

“Did you really think that I would let you kiss me?” you caressed his cheek and smiled softly.

“I thought we had a moment.” he hummed a laugh. For the first time in his life he let his guard down and now he knew he was about to pay the price.

“You know I have to do it…” you closed your eyes and pulled the trigger.

Gojo collapsed on the ground and watched you walk out of the room. Barely heard some mumbling between you and someone else. Then everything was black. Pitch black.

“Get rid of him.” you turned to Yuuta “But make sure he stays alive. Understood?”

The boy gulped hard and nodded obediently.

***

6 months later:

There was a party where you were invited. A fancy, rich, luxurious party as always. That you hated oh so much. Shining in all glory, you looked more beautiful than ever. Killing time at the bar, while cocktails after cocktails slid down your throat, you heard a familiar voice.

“Looking beautiful tonight, darling.” Gojo sat down on a barstool next to you.

“I’m glad you’re fine.” you hummed a laugh.

“Are you? Because it seemed you thought otherwise a few months ago.” he teased.

You kept silent, finishing another drink.

“I was thinking…” Satoru sighed. He's never done anything like this before.

“About what?”

“About working for you. If you’d accept me of course.” he smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck.

“Hmm…” you pursed your lips. “You’re skilled, I know that. I think I could use those skills…”

“But?” he raised one of his eyebrows. “There’s always a ‘but’.”

“I’m gonna test your loyalty and your will to take orders.”

“What if I fail?” he smirked.

“Well, then this time I won't miss your heart when I pull the trigger.” you winked.

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miraiimoon · 15 days

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Кошмар 👻

Gojo Satoru

Обычно, если Вам снится кошмар, то это заканчивается посиделками на кухне в тишине, чтобы не разбудить Сатору, который и без того сильно устаёт и плохо спит. Но учитывая привычку молодого человека, обнимать Вас во сне, ночные посиделки долго не продолжаются. Шаман с закрытыми глазами идёт искать своего «мишку для обнимания». А после уходит успокаивать Вас в постели своими объятьями. И выслушивать тот самый страшный сон, который помешал спать любимой.

Если Сатору снится кошмар, он либо спокойно просыпается и долго смотрит в темноту, либо резко подскакивает тяжело дыша. От последнего собственно Вы просыпаетесь и пытаетесь успокоить своего любимого. Кошмары Годжо часто сопровождаются последующей бессонницей, тремором и моральным истощением. В такие моменты ему необходимо как можно больше объятий и успокаивающих слов. Что-то сладенькое тоже иногда помогает, но Сатору не всегда соглашается есть в такие моменты и просто принимает Ваши объятья и нежные поглаживания по голове. Он никогда не рассказывает о том, что ему снится в такие моменты.

― Сатору, ― шаман немного дёрнул головой услышав своё имя, ― хочешь я тебе что-то приготовлю?

― Нет, ничего не хочу, ― он лишь сильнее прижался, как будто боялся, что Вы сейчас уйдёте.

― Может чай?

― Нет.

― А вафельку?

― …

― И конфетки. Твои любимые, я сегодня днём специально выходила, чтобы их купить.

― Ну, может одну чуть позже.

― Хорошо.

Вы так и остались лежать в постели до утра. Правда Сатору всё же уходил съесть свои конфеты, пока Вы спали и утром на кухне будет уйма фантиков, так как блондин не умеет сдерживаться с такой вещью как сладости (и любимая).

Geto Suguru

Сугуру снятся кошмары время от времени. Всё связано с его прошлым. Даже по истечению такого количества времени, он многое помнит и хранит эти болезненные воспоминания глубоко внутри себя. И временами, это прошлое даёт о себе знать в виде ночных кошмаров. Чтобы не приснилось мужчине, он никогда не будит Вас своим криком или постоянными ворчаньями в постели. После пробуждения, брюнет обычно идёт на кухню, приготовить себе чай и сесть с ним на веранде. Если Вы просыпаетесь, то идёте искать Сугуру, чтобы вернуть обратно в постель и успокоить своими поглаживаниями и объятьями. Если же нет, то маг спокойно допьёт свой чай и после вернётся к Вам в постель. Он Вам никогда не расскажет о том, что ему приснилось, лишь отшутится и переведёт тему.

Когда Вам снится кошмар, всё зависит от того, что именно приснилось. Если что-то незначительное, то Вы сворачиваетесь клубочком и прижимаетесь к Сугуру, он даже во сне обнимает по привычке. Если же что-то более значительное и страшное, Вы долго не можете заснуть и просто смотрите в пустоту. А когда этот страшный сон связан с любимым, то и вовсе может пробить на слёзы. И тогда уже приходится уходить в другую комнату, чтобы не разбудить своими рыданиями мужчину. Но если учесть, что у Гето достаточно чуткий сон, он ��роснётся сразу же как только почувствует движения с противоположной стороны кровати. Недолго думая, он пойдёт к Вам, чтобы успокоить.

Сугуру сел рядом на диван и погладил Вас по спине.

― Что случилось, милая? Тебе приснилось что-то плохое?

В ответ Вы лишь всхлипнули, пытаясь сформулировать слова в предложение, но из этого ничего не получилось. Мужчина больше не пытался выведать у Вас, что вызвало такие эмоции и просто обнял, нашёптывая успокаивающие слова на ухо.

― У меня был кошмар… Ты погиб, Сугуру, ― Вы прошептали последнее предложение и слёзы с двойной силой покатились из глаз.

― Не переживай, дорогая. Я здесь, рядом с тобой, жив и здоров. Это был всего лишь сон, страшный сон… Может вернёмся в постель? Ты замёрзла.

― Хорошо.

Брюнет поднял Вас на руки и понёс в спальню. Чтобы согреть своими объятьями под одеялом. И помочь заснуть спокойным, безмятежным сном.

Nanami Kento

Любой кошмар, который снится Нанами в большинстве случаев связан с Вами, а точнее с тем, что он не успеет спасти и его любимая умрёт прямо у него на руках. После пробуждения, первым делом Кенто проверит, действительно ли Вы спите рядом. И обнимает, чтобы проверить, не играет ли с ним воображение. Блондин не уходит сидеть в одиночестве, он хочет держать Вас ближе в своих руках и слушать тихое дыхание. Он может случайно разбудить, из-за того, что очень сильно обнимает и это мешает нормально дышать. Именно в такие моменты Вы понимаете, что любимому приснился кошмар и нужно обнять его в ответ.

Ваши кошмары более разнообразны и затрагивают разные аспекты жизни. В большинстве случаев Вы стараетесь остаться в кровати и успокоить себя присутствием Кенто рядом, но это не всегда помогает. Поэтому Вы выходите на балкон, освежить свою голову и отвлечься от неприятных воспоминаний о страшном сне. На удивление маг быстро обнаруживает пропажу любимой (никто не греет его под боком).

Холодный ночной воздух неприятно скользит по открытым участкам кожи, заставляет поёжиться. Но Вы этого и ждали; холод должен унести с собой все негативные образы из сна, не оставляя ничего после себя. В такие моменты кажется, что каждый кошмар мог быть явью.

Подобные мысли никогда не успевали захватить Ваш разум, они слишком слабы перед любовью Кенто. Которую он Вам дарит, обнимая со спины, и Вы жадно впитываете каждую частицу тепла. Оно заменяет холод и заставляет улыбаться.

Этот сценарий повторяется из раза в раз. Блондин берёт Вас на руки и уносит в кровать, успокаивает, и Вы снова засыпаете, но уже без кошмаров. Так было всегда и так всегда будет. Нанами не позволит Вам оставаться наедине со своими мыслями. Он хорошо усвоил урок, после того раза, когда чуть не потерял свою любимую.

Hiromi Higuruma

Изначально Вам не снились кошмары, ведь Ваш мужчина адвокат. Одна из человеческих профессий, ничего сверхъестественного. Но когда он сменил род деятельности и развил свои навыки мага, кошмары начали посещать Вас каждую ночь. Возможно, это то чего Вы больше всего боялись в этом мире ― потерять любимого, и теперь это стало жуткой реальностью. Порой даже сложно было отличить, страшный сон это или настоящая жизнь. Хироми изо всех сил пытался Вас успокоить и убедить в том, что он рядом, жив и здоров, но это давало лишь временный эффект. Ваши сны были ему неподвластны и всё что оставалось ― успокаивать после каждого ночного кошмара.

Брюнет постоянно видел кошмары в своих снах, независимо от того, кем работал, каждая работа давала свой стресс, и он отражался на ночном отдыхе. Хигурума привык посреди ночи вставать и идти на кухню заваривая кофе. Кофеин давно перестал действовать на мужчину, и он может пить его, когда угодно. Когда Вы просыпаетесь (чаще от кошмара) и не находите адвоката рядом, это значит, что он на кухне и Вы идёте к нему.

― Кошмар? ― Вы садитесь к мужчине на колени, обнимая его за шею. Он с удовольствием пускает Вас к себе.

― Немного не спится.

― Ты до сих пор не научился врать.

― Я знаю, но я хочу, чтобы ты наконец-то нормально выспалась.

― Поэтому ушёл посреди ночи пить кофе?

― Всего на пару минут. Ты такая капризная.

― Идём уже спать.

― Хорошо, хорошо.

Хироми быстро допивает оставшийся кофе, поднимает Вас на руки и уходит в спальню, чтобы успеть ухватить остатки сна.

Sawada Tsunayoshi

За долгое время работы боссом Вонголы, Тсунаёши успел увидеть многое, и это оставило свой неизгладимый отпечаток. Ночные кошмары стали неотъемлемой частью жизни, а присутствие любимого человека рядом, лишь немного сглаживало это состояние. А учитывая частые отъезды, связанные с работой, разлука становилась в разы дольше и спокойно отдохнуть молодой босс мог только, когда вы оказывались вместе. В обычные же дни Саваду без конца донимали кошмары о смерти и страданиях всех, кто ему дорог.

Ваши переживания тоже давались в знаки. Всё время, когда молодой человек отсутствует, голову забивают мысли о том, что он не вернётся или находится в опасности, плену, а может уже и вовсе мёртв. А после это всё всплывает в снах, не давая отдохнуть. Вследствие чего тёмные круги под глазами, усталость и раздражительность.

Пожалуй, самое приятное, это лечь в мягкую постель после тяжёлого рабочего дня на ногах. Но ещё было бы лучше нормально выспаться и успокоить свои нервы. В который раз Вы засыпаете в одиночестве, молясь о том, чтобы любимый был в безопасности жив и здоров.

Утро выдалось довольно пасмурным и дождливым. Но именно в этот день было очень приятно лежать в тёплой постели. Возможно из-за погоды, которая вызывает сонливость, а возможно и из-за того, что любимый наконец-то вернулся домой и теперь согревал Вас своими крепкими объятьями. Ему тоже уже давно хотелось спокойно выспаться и отдохнуть рядом с любимой. Пусть с его работой сделать это сложно, но сон, именно то время, которое вы проводите вместе.

Shanks

Сложно определить, когда Шанксу снятся кошмары. Во-первых, это происходит довольно редко, во-вторых, он мастерски скрывает свои эмоции и в-третьих, красноволосый часто пьёт алкоголь, а он выбивает из его головы любые мысли, кроме пошлых. Это же святое дело пощупать любимую, перед, вовремя и после сна. И всё же, если мужчине снится дурной сон, он любит выходить на палубу корабля и изучать уже хорошо знакомое небо. И так до того момента пока ему не станет холодно, или же Вы не пойдёте на его поиски, а потом утащите обратно в постель.

Ваши кошмары, это всегда один и тот же сюжет, красноволосый погибает в смертельной схватке с Чёрной бородой. К сожалению, Ваши слёзные всхлипывания во сне будит мужчину, и он сразу же пытается разбудить Вас от кошмара.

― Милая, ― Шанкс начал трясти за плечо, надеясь, что Вы сразу проснётесь. Но капитану понадобилось чуть больше времени, чем обычно, слишком сильно захватил Вас страшный сон в свои владения.

― Шанкс, ― Вы посмотрели на мужчину, мокрыми от слёз глазами, не веря, что он сейчас находится рядом, живой и невредимый.

― Я здесь, дорогая, ― он погладил Вас по щеке, вытирая следы слёз.

― Мне приснился кошмар…

― Знаю, ― голос мужчины был тихим и спокойным, даже больше походил на шёпот, ― но это всего лишь сон. Я ведь здесь и со мной всё в порядке.

Этой ночью вы не смогли больше заснуть и лежали в постели до самого рассвета. Шанкс гладил Ваши волосы всё время, пытаясь успокоить.

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Hello! I read ur ideas and I've got to say it's amazing! Although I can only come up with ideas when I'm on high of sugar but can I ask if u can make a prompt about skull de mort (from khr) as Gojo Satoru? If u want compensation then u can ask me anything.

Skull as Gojo or... Gojo as Skull?

Because imagine Gojo getting this weird ass invite about the "strongest" flame users and like, sure he's the strongest, but flame user??? But he's curious to see what kind of meet up this is, so he decides to go in costume for shits and giggles. And he winds up Reborn for shits and giggles. All those bullets can't touch him; none of the slaps make contact.

It's so freaking funny (for Gojo). It's really a pity that he can't spend all his time with these hilarious people. His vacation time is almost up and he's got to return to his kiddoes and missions.

(And then Gojo gives checkerface a good beat down and then a merciful death after checkerface tries to turn him into a chibi. Like please! The world order was already obviously messed up if curses are still being created. Gojo is tired of all these monkey faces trying to tell him that things are "for the greater good".

This vacation was terribly therapeutic for Gojo.)

#i accept payment in pears - the rarer the better #gojo satoru #jjk ideas #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo #khr #khr ideas #katekyo hitman reborn ideas #katekyo home tutor #skull de mort #Gojo Satoru as Skull de Mort (KHR) AU

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latiaskull · 2 months

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OK im gonna say it, HELP MY BRAIN CANT STOP THINKING ON ANOTHER CROSSOVER OF KHR, BUT NOW GOJO!SKULL AND THE WORSE IS I DID FOUND A FIC AND I LIKE IT A LOT ( 👀https://archiveofourown.org/works/51590353 ) BUT I CANT MAKE MORE AUS STOP ME I DIDNT FINISH THE AUS I MADE, BUT IS JUST PERFECT THE STRONGEST WITH THE STRONGEST 7 JUST MAKE SENSE TO ME OK? BUT THERE IS SUGURU TOO AND I CANT SEE THIS BASTARD WITHOUT SUGURU IS JUST- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SOMEONE STOP MY BRAIN I CANT WITH MORE AUS I HAVE TO FINISH OTHER DRAWINGS BUT MY BRAIN IS JUST JAJA GOJO!SKULL GOES BRR PIPIPIIIIIIIIII

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kinbari14 · 2 years

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White haired anime characters all have a sweet tooth

#katekyo hitman reborn!#katekyo hitman reborn #devil may cry #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gintama #byakuran #dante devil may cry #gojo satoru #gojou satoru #gintoki sakata #sakata gintoki #official art

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rani-karenita · 2 years

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I ship Xanxus with my OC a lot but sometimes I forget that just like Gokudera and Squalo, his mouth needs a soap *sigh*

#random afternoon post #xanxus #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #and idk who to choose between xanxus and gojo satoru #both are strong and hot but also have their own issues

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valleydoli · 2 months

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𐙚 Ao3 Fics I’ve read and love 𐙚

𐙚 infidelity by @tawus (completed)

gojo x fem reader

Your marriage to Gojo Satoru lost its initial excitement, since your husband spent all his time either at Jujutsu Tech or on exorcism missions across the world. To ease your loneliness, you picked up your favorite pastime from your student years — clubbing — behind his back. Too bad that on Satoru’s most recent mission he spots his wife dancing in a nightclub with a bunch of guys in the skimpiest dress he has ever seen on her…

𐙚 desert rose by @sadistic-kiss (on going)

all jjk men x fem reader 😭

Toji Fushiguro finds you during one of his hitman jobs. With no idea what to do with you he decides to bring you home to his house of misfits. They weren’t picture perfect but neither were you.

𐙚 mascara by @/softstellars (on going)

geto x fem reader

You've never been a particularly good person, you're self-aware enough to know it. It's your only flaw, and recently you've actually been working to better yourself. For example: paying for a 30-dollar Uber so you can take your friend home only for her to ditch you for some guy when it comes down to it. Although you’re pissed, you decide to try and make the best of it instead of get into a screaming match with her. It's an easy thing to do when Getou Suguru is offering you everything to do just that. Everything a party entails: liquor, weed, and sex with a perfect stranger. And Getou knows perfectly well you have a boyfriend, so it's not like he'll want anything serious.

𐙚 a pearl by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

The Fushiguros needed a nanny, and the pay was too good to not apply, especially since your family needed financial help. You were the perfect nanny for the kids, they loved you as if you were their own mother. Slowly, you built up the perfect relationship with the family. Especially with Mr. Fushiguro. A man who would constantly visit you after dark. A man who you thought had sincere intentions but at the end of the day didn't care about you. A selfish man who just saw you as a tool to make his wife mad. A man who didn't care about you but didn't want you with anyone else. A man that took away your ability to know what a healthy relationship was. You couldn't speak up about it since all the fault would fall at your feet and would be deemed as the "homewrecker".

𐙚 you, my angel and my saint by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

sequel to a pearl!

After having an affair with your boss, you're left to deal with the consequences, those being: two exhausting new jobs and a child. A child that he never got to know the existence of. Now all you had to do was keep her hidden, which should be an easy task, right?

𐙚 rings by @/bungeemum (on going)

toji x fem reader

you divorced the man in front of you for a reason. so why was he standing on your doorstep, guilt plastered on his face, and eyes glinting with hope?

𐙚 a dangerous game by @/anaoyuo (completed)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

Both men agreed to a game about who fucks you first, but they didn't play their cards right. Gojo and Geto changed the course of the game when they decided to keep you around for way longer than intended, making you fall for their sweet way to deprave you, and now you have to face the consequences in a gamble that they call their life.

𐙚 fate’s gamble by @/anaoyuo (on going)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

sequel to a dangerous game

缘分— a story about predestined affinity, set in a world where the intoxicating thrills of wealth intertwine with amorality.

𐙚 him & i by @pharixden (on going)

gojo x fem reader

toji x fem reader

sukuna x fem reader

A cheating husband, a widowed bodyguard and a malevolent fling of the past who owes a favour isn’t a combination for the faint of heart, but not every girl is a damsel in distress.

𐙚 changes by @lemonlover1110 (on going also on tumblr!)

gojo x fem reader

From childhood friends to lovers to mere strangers. Your love story with Satoru Gojo was one from a fairy tail, until it wasn't. When you were twenty-one, Satoru left you without an explanation. Five years later, you meet again but nothing is quite the same. Too many things need to be explained, especially the fact that there's another Gojo that Satoru has yet to meet.

𐙚 the man in apartment 381 by @lemonlover1110 (completed also on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

Looking for a new beginning after the death of your husband, you move away from town. That's when you meet him, Toji Fushiguro, a widower with a three-year-old son. You two understand each other, which draws you close. Except you two don't realize that feelings would eventually develop, and neither of you want that. Feelings are the last thing you two want after finding out the great damage that they can cause. When you two discover this, it's too late.

𐙚 4th avenue viewing by @/softstellars (completed)

nanami x fem reader

Nanami Kento is intelligent, serious, reserved and can easily catch someone in a lie. It's his job to do just that, he's renowned for it. So when he comes to your university to offer up an internship, it's quite the opportunity. Anyone would jump at the chance, except for you. But no, you just had to be the one caught in a lie.

𐙚 forgotten souls by @/killerpoultry & @/bebobopobo (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

You and Sukuna have been married for years. Even though he is brash, mean, and sadistic, you love him more than anything. While he may not show it much, he truly loves you too. One day you get into a terrible car accident and lose all your memories. You learn to live once more while Sukuna must now get you to fall in love with him all over again.

𐙚 love kills by @/sourome (on going)

i actually don’t know 😭 i think toji x fem reader

The wealthy and successful Zenin family, well respected and seemingly perfect. But all that glitters is not gold. Toji Zenin, CEO and face of the Zenin Group acts like a gentleman but is a vile creature that has ruined many lives, such as yours. That married man dared to play with your mother’s heart many years ago, destroying her sanity and her life and ultimately killing her. Now years later and being all grown up you decide to seek revenge, he deserves to suffer that same destiny and die of love. With the help of a few friends you plan to become a part of his life and his every thought but you didn't take into account his son, that man had the potential to turn your plans upside down.

𐙚 the black swan by @uselesslydamaged (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

Loving someone is easy, but experiencing it is harder.

𐙚 bodyguard by @/succybuss (on going)

toji x fem reader

Your Grandfather, a man involved in unsavory businesses that has taken you under his wing, has informed you that you will be under the care of a full-time Bodyguard. Unhappy with your grandfather's decision, you decide to go out for a night of drinking for your last night of freedom. There, you encounter a man you planned on taking home, but life had other plans in store for you...

𐙚 violet lights by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

In which you're at a party that you should've skipped when you capture the attention of a boy who looks like an angel and grins like the devil. He looks beautiful in the neon lights, and maybe you just want to make your ex-boyfriend jealous, but trouble with a tongue ring does sound like fun, just for tonight. What's the worst that could happen, you know?

𐙚 starboy by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

sequel to violet lights

After your ex-boyfriend gets arrested on national television, you find yourself realizing that you really didn’t know much at all about Gojo Satoru. Well, he’s better known in the Yakuza as The Six Eyes, not that he ever told you that.

𐙚 sweet little lies by @/mooglepaws (on going)

toji x fem reader

Megumi Fushiguro is the perfect Fiancé. Caring, loyal, successful, devastatingly handsome and crazy in love with you. So how and why do you end up fucking his Dad? As your wedding looms and the consequences of your affair unfold, you have to make a choice between the Fushiguro men.

This is a Toji x Reader x Megumi but the smut is almost exclusively Toji x Reader focusing on their affair.

𐙚 the twist of a knife by @darkcat23 (on going)

gojo x fem reader

This world is dull, colourless in your eyes. You are just trying to keep going with your life, not bothering anyone, trying to support your mother and yourself. So what happens when you agree to help your ex one night? And what if you catch the attention of a certain white haired assassin? And he shows you just how colourful this world truly is. or, a story of a girl with a violent mind and a boy with violent tendencies, finding each other, intertwining, and feeding off one another. perhaps it is fate that has brought them together. or perhaps it's something more sinister, something more cold.

𐙚 untameable waves by @/circedemedici

(unknown i guess hopefully i can let you know)

has been taken down i dont know if it’ll come back but if it does i’ll link it! but i’m leaving it here because it was most definitely my favourite :(

please let me know any other fics you’ve read because i love reading fics with a LOT of plot and also let me know if you end up reading any and you enjoy them as much as i did! :3

i think i used every tag known to man LOL 𐙚

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saetoru · 7 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ speak of the devil

synopsis. satoru and his father don’t quite get along—you don’t think it would help that case if his father walked in on you fucking on his desk right now, but satoru doesn’t seem to care at all

FIVE PLACES RB! GOJO SHOULDN’T FUCK YOU SERIES

length. 3.4k words (why did it take all day sobs)

contents. fem! reader, minors do not interact, college au, rich boy! gojo, as always it’s shameless satoru, you sit on satoru’s lap, brief fingering, dry humping, desk sex <3, clothed sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, perfect girl)

notes. to everyone who kept asking when i was gonna update this series: here it is. now don’t ask again <3

the one time you decide to surprise satoru with a visit is the one time he’s nowhere to be found—it takes you ten minutes and the help of two maids to finally find satoru in his house. as it turns out, he’s in his father’s office—the only room you’ve never been in yet.

“hey,” you murmur, “been looking for you everywhere. way to ruin my surprise.”

“baby!” he grins, perking up from his spot at the chair, setting the pen in his hand down. “you came all the way here to surprise me? you must love me so much. and think i’m hot too, right? and funny? and smart? and—”

“i’m leaving,” you tease, rolling your eyes. and then you notice the papers in front of him, peeking over his shoulder as you read over them. you understand nothing. “what’s this?”

“paperwork,” he grumbles, “old man says i have to start being more responsible for stuff if i’m gonna take over someday. what a geezer.”

you snort—satoru never runs out of insults for his father. normally, you wouldn’t encourage his comments, but….well, his father deserves them. quite a bit, in fact.

“my poor businessman,” you say sympathetically, smoothing back hair from his forehead as you cup his face. he pouts, leaning into your touch as you rub over the swell of his cheek with your thumb. “you deserve a break.”

“i know,” he whines, “i’ve been doing these for like an hour. i could’ve been playing video games with suguru. or fucking you.”

“satoru!” you gasp, pressing a hand over his lips as you eye the door and listen for any signs of anyone nearby. you turn to him and hiss, “you have too many people wandering your house for you to say that so loud.”

“not like they’ve never heard us before,” he shrugs.

well, that’s satoru for you—as shameless as ever. not only has he probably traumatized the poor maids with his insatiable horniness, but he’s not even got the tact to at least seem embarrassed. not even slightly ashamed. you scoff, shaking your head as he grins up at you cheekily.

“you’re a real case, you know that?” you say in disbelief, “i think the only surface you haven’t fucked me on is your parent’s bed. and that’s only because you love your mom enough not to do that.”

“if it was just the old man’s, i’d have fucked you on that too,” he snickers. and then he hums thoughtfully, “actually, i think i have fucked you everywhere. it’s like a bucket list.”

“satoru, you’re sick in the head.”

“the showers, the guest rooms, the kitchen, the living room, the movie room, my room, of course—oh, the game room too. and we can’t forget the backyard and the pool either. i think we got it all—wait.”

he sounds serious. you look at him with furrowed brows as you tilt your head. “what?”

“we didn’t get this room.”

oh god. he’s absolutely ridiculous—and not only that but a complete idiot, too. not only do satoru and his father not get along, but his father couldn’t disapprove of you any more than he already does. the last thing you both need is for him to walk in on his son fucking the girl he probably wants to hire a hitman to assassinate.

“oh my god,” you say exasperatedly, “toru, have you not one ounce of shame? you can’t possibly think—”

“why didn’t i think of this sooner?” he wonders out loud—and oh no. satoru has that look in his eyes, the one that’s locked in on something he wants. the spoiled side of him isn’t going to let this go. the weak part of you is probably going to have a hard time fighting him.

the unwise part of both of you will probably get you both into a whole lot of trouble.

“because it’s a bad idea. you’re a smart guy, toru,” you try to butter him up—it doesn’t seem to do much, though. “the smartest. so, so genius and intelligent, so you know this is a terrible idea, so let’s just drop it—”

“i should’ve done this way sooner,” he chuckles, looking at you in awe, “bend you right over this desk and fuck you over that fossil’s papers.”

his words are so shameless and so, so wrong. but for some odd reason, your clit aches a little at that.

“no, absolutely not—”

“can you imagine? he’s signing papers right where i had you drooling for me? he’d be so mad if he knew,” satoru cackles.

god—this should not be as appealing as it sounds. you try to throw on your best stern look, but satoru is as smart as he is sly. he can see the way you shift on your feet as he smirks up at you, and he’s already got that determined look in his eye that you know well enough.

it’s the same look he has when he decides he’s hungry—for you, that is. the same look that paints his face as he eyes you like you’re his next meal. the same look that tells you he wants you—and he’ll stop at nothing to have you.

and….well, you’ve never been good at saying no to satoru. it’s your fatal flaw.

“satoru, we should definitely not be doing any of that in here, and we definitely should not be risking making your dad—who hates that we’re dating, by the way—any more angry with us than he already is—”

“sweetheart,” he chuckles, pulling you by the wrist to fall onto his lap, “you worry too much, y’know that? i should fix that. fuck you dumb over this desk so you don’t overthink in that pretty little head you have.”

you glare at him, but he’s already got you straddling his hips, arms looped around your waist as he kisses your jaw with a hum. he’s already hard from what you can feel—the bulge pressing against your heat is hard to miss.

“satoru—”

“save the part where you say my name for later. i haven’t even done anything yet,” he winks—and then he’s kissing you. he’s clever, you think, because kissing you is the fastest way to get you to melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls you closer.

so close, in fact, that you can feel his cock practically twitch in his pants as you shift on top of him, dragging your clothed cunt over his aching bulge.

“this is such a bad idea, toru,” you whisper in between kisses—but not one part of you fights his touch or even attempts to pull away. he hums, pressing wet kisses along your jaw as his hands dig into your hips, moving you to grind along his hardened length.

“yeah? you sure? let’s check, shall we?” he raises a brow, hand slipping past the waistband of your pants and brushing past your folds—wet. dripping and messy and needy, just how your pussy always seems to be when you’re with him. he grins in satisfaction and throws you that knowing look as he mumbles, “sorry, baby. this pretty little pussy of yours disagrees.”

“toru,” you gasp as he toys with your clit, rubbing slow enough circles that you whine and roll your hips, trying to get more. but satoru is a brat—always has been, right from the day he was born. he pulls his fingers away and looks at you smugly as he kisses your curled lips while you frown at him.

“want more, don’t ya?” he asks—he’s too cocky for his own good sometimes. too ridiculous and annoying and troublesome, but you’re aching to feel something, anything. preferably him, so you nod.

“just hurry up,” you huff. your hips push against him, dragging your cunt over his cock—it’s throbbing in his pants, confined under the fabric and needy for the tightness of your walls. you gasp when he rubs against your clit, and he groans, guiding your movements with a tight grip on your hips.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, “c-could cum jus’ like this. see what you do to me?”

“‘s not me,” you tilt your head as he nips at your neck, hand trailing to cup the back of his head and keep him in place as he nibbles at the skin and pecks along the marks he leaves, “this is all your fault.”

“all my fault, huh?” he chuckles, “you make it sound like this is a bad thing.”

his hips buck up, rolling against yours and building the friction up until your both panting messes, his lips against yours as you drink in each other’s moans—your clit rubs along his length with every stutter of your hips, and his tip leaks with more pre cum every time you press harder against his cock. it’s desperate—the way he chokes on your name and the way you cling around his neck. it feels good, and the way this is all so wrong only makes it feel better.

“‘m close, toru,” you mewl, whining as his hand slides under your shirt to massage your tit, his eyes trained on you as he hums.

“good,” he grins, eyes dark and glinting with a sick satisfaction you don’t think you’ve ever seen on him before, “cum for me, sweetheart. right here—right on this chair,” he says lowly.

so you do—head falling back with a sharp gasp and your nails digging into his shoulder as you come undone with a loud whine. the gojo estate is big—very big. you’re sure your voice isn’t carrying through even a fraction of the place, but still, you can’t help but clamp a hand over your mouth in case anyone is nearby.

satoru doesn’t like that, though—his hand rips yours off as he ruts his hips upwards faster, harder, pressing against you closer. “no, baby,” he chuckles, cutting himself off with a breathy moan when you press harder against his cock, “make sure you let me hear how good you feel. feels good, huh?”

“yes,” you whimper, “yes, feels so good—need more, toru. please,” you pout, looking up at him with lust-blown eyes.

“here?” he mocks, raising a brow, “you want me to fuck you right here? in my father’s office? where he does his work? right on his desk?”

“yes, here,” you sob, “right here—please. want you so bad. need it.”

“see?” he laughs, “now you’re getting it—not so much of a bad idea, is it?”

that’s the thing about satoru—he’s too used to hearing what he wants. being told what he likes to hear. getting what he asks for. you say no, and he’s determined to change it to a yes. but yes is never enough—it’s more. always more, more, more. it’s like all rich people, you suppose.

they just always want more.

there’s a small, reasonable voice in your head that tells you this is a bad idea. a disrespectful one, even. sure, satoru’s father has never been kind to you, let alone polite. he looks at you like you’re an eyesore, and he’s certainly said less than appropriate things about your upbringing. but that doesn’t mean you have to stoop to his level of low and do something equally as spiteful, if not more…but you’re only human. and satoru always just fucks you so well, and cumming around nothing just isn’t enough, and…well, you think it’s just karma.

the way the world works.

the way you and satoru work.

so you grin, huff out a little snort before pulling him into a kiss and reaching to free his hard, leaky cock from its confinements. he whines a little into your mouth as you smear the arousal coating his tip along his length, stroking down and squeezing at the base.

“okay,” you whisper against his lips, “fuck me toru. right here—right on his desk.”

that, evidently, is all it takes—one second you’re comfortably sitting on his legs, pants soaked with his bulge pressed against your core, and the next second you hear his hand swipe papers off the surface to fall to the floor as your back is pressed against the cool wood. he doesn’t even bother with your clothes, just tugs both of your pants down your thighs that it’s enough. satoru has always been impatient too—doesn’t like to wait for anything when he can take it when he wants.

you can feel him close, hovering over you. he’s warm—where his cock presses against your thigh, where his breath fans over your lips, where his hands grab your wrists and pin them over your head. he’s warm, and your head spins, and you need him filling you to the brim right now.

“anything you want, you get, sweetheart,” he murmurs, grinning sickeningly sweet, “can’t say no to my baby. what kind of boyfriend would i be?” you feel him bump his tip against your clit, making you gasp before he drags the head of his cock along your folds—they’re wet and slick from your arousal, coating his tip before he’s slowly pushing in. you gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck as he groans lowly. “can never get used to this,” he breathes, “never get used to this pussy. just takes me so well. fit in like i was made just to fuck you.”

“toru, t-toru—oh,” you squeal when he slides the rest of his length to fill you, buried to the hilt as your walls flutter around him. it’s nothing new, but it’s never something you’re prepared for all the same. how thick he is, how perfectly he hits that spot in the back of your walls, how full he makes you feel. it makes your legs wrap around his waist and pull him forward, closer, deeper. “more, toru—move, please.”

“nuh uh,” he drawls, kissing your cheeks, “first you gotta tell me how much you love me.”

“satoru,” you hiss in disbelief, “are you kidding—”

“c’mon, say it,” he giggles, “love you, toru. love how you fuck me so good everywhere in your house and make me feel like a princess. you’re the best boyfriend ever and i’ll die without your cock—”

“i love you toru,” you smile sweetly, “you know what i love more, though? when you’re too busy making pretty sounds for me instead of talking so much.”

that makes him shudder—makes him curse under his breath as your walls flutter impatiently around him. he’s aching—hot and swollen in your dripping cunt, balls heavy with cum that he needs to empty into your pussy because it was made to take him. every inch of him.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes out shakily, “know that? gonna kill me one of these days.”

“good,” you hum before rolling your hips and making his breath hitch, “now move, baby. wanna feel you.”

he does—pulls his hips back so that he’s just almost pulled out completely before he slams back into you, pressing against your sweet spot with his tip in the way only satoru knows how. only he knows you this well, only he knows your body so well. he knows where to kiss and hold and touch to make your eyes flutter shut, and your mouth fall open, wanton moans falling past your lips without a care in the world who can hear.

“so tight, baby,” he whines, “god you’re so perfect—my perfect girl.”

“so full,” you gasp, clawing at his shoulders, pulling at his hair, pulling him closer and closer and closer until not even air can fill the space between you. “feel so good, toru—fuck.”

“look at you,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “‘s a shame you can’t see what i see. then you’d know why i can’t keep my hands off’a you—’s impossible.”

you can’t speak—all you can offer him as he’s bullying his thick girth into you is a pathetic whine as his veins drag along your walls, as his navel bumps along your clit and has your head thrown back against the table. there’s slick smeared along your inner thigh, the wet sound of his cock fucking into you ringing in your ears along with his deep groans as he pants harshly against your ear. you can feel his breath against your skin, can feel the goosebumps and the flutter of your walls every time he makes a pretty little sound for you as you squeeze around him.

“love you, toru,” you mewl—you can’t help but say it, can’t help but remind him when he pushes into you like he was always meant to fit right there, like he was always meant to feel you as you feel him too. and if his rotten, greedy, stuck-up father with a receding hairline can’t see that you love satoru, maybe you’ll just have to fuck him right where he can find you just to drill the image into his mind.

“love you too,” he says between moans, face digging into your neck as your hand cradles the back of his head, keeping him right there, keeping him close against you like he should never be anywhere else, “love my perfect, perfect girl. feel me? feel what you do to me?”

you nod between sharp gasps and soft cries of his name—he looks down at you in wonder, at the way your lips look when they murmur that sweet little cry of toru!, at the way your pussy sucks him in and hugs too tightly around him, at the way you look so good with the slight sheen of sweat on your face.

his hips roll, a little sloppy in rhythm now, but still just as hard and deep as before. he can sense it—the way you’re just about to fall apart on his cock, just like you always do. so he presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that make you cling to him tighter as you cry out another sweet string of toru, toru—more!

“you close, sweetheart? gonna cum for me? ‘m close—gonna fill you up. want that, don’t you?”

“yeah,” you breathe, kissing him with hot, open-mouthed kisses that he returns, “yeah i wan’ you to fill me up, toru—gonna cum. ‘m so close—f-fuck, so close, baby.”

you know he is too, the way his cock twitches and the way his hips are desperate in the way they roll into you tells you he’s just as close to falling apart as you are. you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt before you feel the coil snap as you cum—hard. your walls flutter around him, spasming and squeezing around him that his bottom lip is tugged between his teeth as he inhales sharply.

“f-fuck, baby—’m gonna…” he doesn’t get to finish before you feel his cock twitch and the first drop of cum fills you. it’s hot and thick, every rope he fucks into you, leaking past his tip and painting your walls white. you can feel the mess he makes—can feel the drops leak and smear along your inner thighs as he slams into you with choked whines of your name. “g-good—’s so good, you feel so good,” he says breathlessly, face digging deeper into the crook of your neck as his arms tremble over you.

the wood is hard against you, makes your back ache slightly—but it’s not nearly as bad as satoru is good. you can’t think of anything else but the way he fucks you both through your highs until your legs are begging to press shut from the oversensitivity.

it’s silent for a bit once you’ve finished—save for the harsh, labored panting as you both calm down and catch your breaths. satoru is still buried with his nose pressed against your neck, your hand rubbing over his back slowly.

“your maids must hate us,” you mumble, “and if your mother hears? we can never show her our faces again.”

“she’s probably dead to the world and watching her reality shows,” he snorts, “we’ll be fine.”

“well, we should clean up and leave before your dad—”

“oh look, speak of the devil. he’s just in time,” satoru snickers as he cuts you off, looking over at the window as an expensive car drives up to the house, “think we can get these papers organized before he comes up here? maybe we should just leave ‘em to make him mad.”

“you’re crazy,” you say in disbelief. and then— “i think we should leave them there. make them his problem.”

you think you’ve just watched satoru fall in love with you all over again at that.

i hate this fic but hopefully i come back one week later and reread it and think wow i ate w this. sometimes i do that. but if i don’t: if all of you donate one dollar to my family they can afford my funeral for when i drink bleach

#teepods.writings #fics.#thirstee!#rich boy! au #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you

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novelizt · 6 months

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✨ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ✨

📸 1989 TV SONGFIC COLLECTION INCLUDING :

tim drake, draco malfoy, peter parker, gojo satoru, percy jackson, anthony lockwood

❗Unfinished prompts are subject to change. Fics with no hyperlinks are coming soon!

📷 TRACK 1 : Welcome To New York

“ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ” — TIM DRAKE

you start life at the big apple and unexpectedly meet a fortune teller who informs you of the name of your future husband. you try not to think too hard about it, but it's difficult. considering your boss has the same name as your future husband.

📷 TRACK 2 : Blank Space

“ DON'T SAY I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ” — DRACO MALFOY

you act like a devil to get your husband to divorce you. only to discover that pushing him away only makes him hold on tighter.

📷 TRACK 3 : Style

“ WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE ” — TIM DRAKE

wayne enterprise heir x stark industries heiress

rivals in public, lovers in secret ; two heirs have an explicit arrangement because they can't risk their public image with anyone else.

📷 TRACK 4 : Out Of The Woods

“ WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLORS ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you think you're hard to love, but he loves you like it's breathing.

📷 TRACK 5 : All You Had To Do Was Stay

“ ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY ” — DRACO MALFOY

you and draco meet again after he had ignored you years before. he wants to tell you why he'd left but he doesn't know how you'd react to him being a criminal.

📷 TRACK 6 : Shake It Off

“ PLAYERS GONNA PLAY ” — GOJO SATORU

it's embarrassing to know that the rumors about you reach other schools. one faithful day, gojo satoru gives you unsolicited advice about doing the shit you want because you'd get hate whether or not you'd do it anyway. a bottle of wine later, and you begin to think he's right.

📷 TRACK 7 : I Wish You Would

“ I WISH YOU WOULD ” — PETER PARKER

your long-time friendship with peter had gone sour. after years of trying to put you behind bars, peter tries to save you from kraven, but you're not sure if you can trust him anymore.

“ I WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND REMEMBER WHAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

PEERING EYES OVER WROUGHT-IRON FENCES

📷 TRACK 8 : Bad Blood

“ STILL GOT THE SCARS ON MY BACK FROM YOUR KNIFE ” — DRACO MALFOY

turning from childhood friends to enemies, and then learning to tolerate each other after the war is a storm waiting to happen. especially when he had tried to kill you and failed.

📷 TRACK 9 : Wildest Dreams

“ SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME ” — PERCY JACKSON

you and percy agree to only see each other for the summer but as august draws to a close, it gets harder and harder to untangle your fingers from his.

📷 TRACK 10 : How You Get The Girl

“ FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER ” — PERCY JACKSON

hitman! percy

percy is hired to kill an important man in singapore, not expecting to meet and fall for his target's daughter.

📷 TRACK 11 : This Love

“ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.

📷 TRACK 12 : I Know Places

“ I KNOW PLACES ” — PETER PARKER

marvel x pjo crossover ; daughter of athena! reader

peter's only trying to protect you but you're more scared of him than you are of the monsters coming after you.

📷 TRACK 13 : Clean

“ I THINK I AM FINALLY CLEAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood was cursed to be alone. you prove that your love can break curses.

📷 TRACK 14 : Wonderland

“ YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT ” — TIM DRAKE

you and tim are thrown into wonderland by mad mod. the line between fantasy and reality blur; now, tim stares at you like he wishes you weren't enemies.

“ IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES 'TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you were a princess and you liked to dress in gold. one day, you're snatched by a dragon. come to find out that the dragon is a shape-shifting boy who thought you were a statue.

📷 TRACK 15 : You Are In Love

“ TRYING TO PUT IT INTO WORDS ” — TIM DRAKE

it's hard to find the right words to explain why you love tim.

📷 TRACK 16 : New Romantics

“ I CAN BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THROW AT ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you recruit the daring anthony lockwood to stage a relationship that will rile up the press.

— FROM THE VAULT !!

📷 TRACK 17 : "SLUT!"

“ LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS ” — PETER PARKER

a publication comes out, announcing that your hero selves are dating. now, you and peter have to distance yourselves because one, mary jane watson—renowned journalist, has been suspecting you of having an alter ego.

“ IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HE'S A GENTLEMAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood is tasked with the important task of protecting a foreign princess, you. you discovered that you liked his boyish charms more than expected.

📷 TRACK 18 : Now That We Don't Talk

“ THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS ” — CHILDE

how bad can it be, to sleep with the enemy?

📷 TRACK 19 : Say Don't Go

“ I'M YOURS, BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you are the heir to the throne, soon to be coronated. he is your loyal guard. when repressed feelings come bubbling to the surface, it's hard to keep away. except, he has to, because a prince should be standing next to you, not him.

📷 TRACK 20 : Suburban Legends

“ BORN TO BE SUBURBAN LEGENDS ” — PETER PARKER

you became strangers when you thought you'd spend your whole lives together. one faithful day, peter gets sucked into an old polaroid picture, returning to the day it was taken; your 18th birthday.

📷 TRACK 21 : Is It Over Now?

“ FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER ” — PETER PARKER

you and peter agreed to stop whatever was happening between you two for his sake. it wasn't good to date your employer's daughter, after all. the task wasn't easy when you work at the same place.

📷 HIDDEN TRACK : Sweeter Than Fiction

“ PROVED ME RIGHT WHEN YOU PROVED THEM WRONG ” — PETER PARKER

a lot of people had a lot to say about peter when his identity was revealed. he revered how you stuck by his side through all of that, even if all you did was run a fan account.

Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a certain fic 😊 I'm open to just squealing about our boys and/or Taylor Swift !!

🦋 — @novelizt 2023

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yuesya · 4 months

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Zenin Toji did not know how to take care of children.

… It’s not a skill that he’d ever thought he would need, yet here he was, holding a fragile kid in his arms. A little girl that he could snap in half like a twig, except there’s something about the thought that makes him recoil and reject it –even though it shouldn’t matter to him. Toji is capable of cruelty, of ruthlessness. He’s a hitman, an assassin, a lone wolf that will bare its fangs at any target for the right price–

–and he has a daughter.

He has a daughter, now. The thought is still so surreal to him, despite the all-too-real weight currently asleep in his arms.

I shouldn’t have gotten involved with that woman, he thinks. Kind eyes and a bright smile, hands that were smooth and soft and likely hadn’t seen a single callus in her entire lifetime… but in the end, Gojo Hina and Zenin Toji belonged to completely different worlds. That had been obvious from the start.

It had been a nice distraction while it lasted, though.

… But it would’ve been nicer if it hadn’t resulted in a child. Fuck. Why did he even take the girl with him, anyways?

Toji scowls.

Even now, he still doesn’t know what had possessed him at the time. It’s not in Toji’s nature to be charitable, and it’s not as if he’s attached to a faceless daughter whom he’s never seen before–

But she’s not faceless now, not anymore. Pale-skinned with delicate features, not unlike her mother… and white hair. He’s going to have to do something about that eye-catching white hair; while it was likely that the Gojo Clan could easily put together that it was Toji who had easily stolen the unwanted bastard child away, there was no need to broadcast things. A little deniability would go a long way in convincing others to overlook the girl, if Toji intended to keep her.

… Did he intend to keep her?

Toji doesn’t know. He hadn’t thought that far, when he’d picked the girl up and walked out of the Gojo estate with her. She was light. Too light, too thin. Bony in a way that kids shouldn’t be. And the injuries that he’d found on her body…

…

A gusty sigh blows out through his lips, and Toji runs a hand through his hair restlessly.

“What a fucking mess,” he grouses.

#Writing #zenith of stars au #bastard au v1 #special thanks to ko-fi friends!#monthly poll #toji: the fuck am i doing with a kid #also toji: sees similarities between shiki's treatment and his own childhood #makes the unilateral decision to get the girl /out/

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miraiimoon · 6 days

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Его одежда

Gojo Satoru

Сатору обожает, когда Вы носите его одежду. Даже, если Вам не хочется или нет необходимости, он может в наглую снять с Вас футболку и надеть свою. А потом весь день довольно пялиться.

Не дай бог снять эту вещь. Глаза шамана округляются до размера Земли, и он начинает обижаться, возмущаться, скулить и хныкать.

― Как ты могла? Ты больше меня не любишь? Я перестал быть важен?

― Тору, милый, о чём ты говоришь? Мне просто неудобно. Твоя футболка слишком большая для меня.

― Это не значит, что ты можешь её снять.

― Хорошо, успокойся. Сейчас я переоденусь, ― Вы попытались взять футболку, чтобы пойти переодеться, но Годжо мгновенно выхватил одежду из Ваших рук.

― А уже всё, уже не надо. Я уже успел обидеться. Можешь носить свою одежду сколько угодно. Мою больше не получишь. И не проси, не дам!

Сатору демонстративно развернулся на пятках и трагично убежал в комнату, плакать в подушку. Ему на самом деле немного обидно, ведь Вы никогда не просили его одежду, а блондину очень хотелось бы видеть любимую в своих вещах (Годжо любит осознавать насколько Вы меньше по сравнению с ним).

После того как мужчина немного погрустит, он будет поднимать себе настроение сладким, за которым пойдёт на кухню. А там Вы, в его футболке. Как итог, Сатору рад и больше не грустит.

Теперь Вы будете чаще носить его одежду. Особенно зная, что это может закончиться неожиданным приливом «голода» у мужчины по его главному «десерту».

Nanami Kento

Сначала блондин не обращал внимания, что его одежда иногда пропадает. А немного погодя стал замечать свои вещи на Вас. В основном футболки и рубашки, а иногда даже и спортивные штаны.

Самым пиком был галстук Нанами на голое тело. Он потом использовал его, чтобы связать Вам руки.

Мужчина немного раздражался после того, как узнал, что Вы воруете одежду. Но со временем привык к этому и отдал несколько своих вещей, а вот спортивные штаны со страстью сорвал.

― Милая, может уже снимешь мою майку? Мне она нужна, ― Нанами подошёл сзади, положив руку на поясницу.

― Я хотела, чтобы она стала моим платьем.

― Может я лучше куплю тебе платье?

― Нет, хочу твою майку.

― Ладно, тогда нужно будет купить мне больше маек. Учитывая, что половина из них станет твоими платьями.

― Верно, любимый, ― Вы развернулись и поцеловали Кенто в губы.

Блондин уже пытался отдать Вам сразу несколько своих вещей, но получил категорический отказ. Якобы, новые вещи не пахнут им и носить их не так приятно.

Itadori Yuji

Юджи совсем не против того, что Вы носите его вещи. Только не забирайте всё, иначе парню будет не в чем ходить.

Вы тоже делитесь со своим молодым человеком одеждой. В основном это большие футболки, шарфы и возможно некоторые кофты больших размеров.

Изначально парень был сбит с толку тем фактом, что его одежда начала пропадать. Он даже не подумал на Вас. А когда вещи возвращались на место, он сразу понял, кто это, но не стал останавливать Ваше маленькое развлечение.

― Юджи, милый, ты не видел мою футболку? ― спросили Вы, выходя из душа в полотенце.

― Видел, но это моя футболка, ― не отрываясь от журнала, ответил маг.

― Я знаю, он мне тоже очень нравится. Поэтому раздевайся.

Итадори смотрела на Вас шокированным взглядом, всё ещё надеясь, что это была шутка.

― Снимай быстро!

Бедный парень от испуга выронил журнал и стал наспех снимать футболку. Как итог, довольная и счастливая девушка, и «ограбленный» парень.

Undertaker

У Гробовщика особо и не возьмёшь одежды, чтобы носить в повседневной жизни; она вся чёрная. А как иначе, он ведь хоронит людей.

Хотя порой его верхнюю одежду можно использовать, чтобы согреться. Но он её так просто не отдаст, сначала шутки, после одежда.

Любимый Ваш «образ» у Гробовщика, это его верхняя одежда накинута на голое тело и цилиндр. Так мужчина имеет лёгкий доступ к Вашему телу, да и созерцать подобное ― услада для зелёных глаз.

Aizawa Shouta

Можете отобрать его чёрные кофты и футболки.

В принципе Айзава не против, хотя у него создаётся впечатление, что у Вас нет своей одежды.

Единственный вариант, когда мужчине нравится его одежда на Вашем теле, это попытка соблазнить и ему сложно отказать в таком. Но ещё больше Шота любит медленно снимать с Вас одежду и наблюдать за реакцией на его действия.

Брюнет старается не оставлять Вас надолго, иначе вся его одежда пропадёт мгновенно и ему нужно будет искать свою среди Вашей. По этой же причине Айзава чаще обнимает, чтобы его запах оставался с Вами подольше.

Hibari Kyoya

Дай Вам бог здоровья, если решите взять одежду Хранителя Облака без его ведома и разрешения. Как мы знаем Хибари строг и всегда следует правилам. А такого правила, как давать одежду своей девушке у него нет.

Большинство одежды Кёи ― это классические костюмы в силу его должности. Поэтому единственное, что Вы можете позаимствовать у своего молодого человека, это рубашки. В крайнем случае пижаму.

Хранитель крайне недоволен, когда увидит, что его вещи используют без разрешения. И он быстро найдёт выход из этой ситуации. Мужчина привык мгновенно решать проблемы.

― Кёя? ― взгляд Вашего парня явно ничего хорошего не сулил. ― Я ведь извинилась, не смотри на меня так.

― Как? ― в его тоне была нотка игривости.

― Как хищник на добычу.

― Не могу иначе, ведь так и есть. Ты оступилась, зверёк. Очень сильно, и теперь моя задача научить тебя как делать позволено, а как нет. Ну и наказать, разумеется.

― За что? Я ведь ничего не испортила. С твоей одеждой всё в порядке.

― Я не разрешал тебе.

― Многие пары так делают, ― Ваш взгляд опустился на пол, а громкость голоса понизилась.

― Тебя ждёт наказание за непослушание, ― брюнет подошёл ближе и опустился к уху. ― И так будет каждый раз. Только своей жене я позволю носить свою одежду. А до тех пор, пока этого не случилось, ты будешь получать наказания, если попытаешься сделать так ещё раз.

Вот и как можно на такое спокойно реагировать? По сути прямой намёк на Ваше будущее с ним до самого конца. Но Вы ведь снова возьмёте его одежду. Наказания Хибари слишком горячие, чтобы отказаться от них.

Wriothesley

Герцог и сам с большим удовольствием отдаст Вам свою одежду. Но при одном условии ― вы должны находиться дома, подальше от глаз посторонних. На людях мужчина готов отдать своё пальто, чтобы согреть от холода.

А вот дома Ризли любит смотреть как Вы расхаживаете по жилищу в его вещах.

Любимый образ брюнета ― это его красный галстук на шее любимой. И больше ничего. Есть у герцога кинк на разницу в размере между вами.

Ризли сложно отказать Вам в чём-либо, возможно это связано с его прошлым, и он не хочет больше оставаться один.

Он всегда укутывает Вас в своё пальто, когда вы вместе пьёте чай в его кабинете. В крепости довольно прохладно и брюнет знает, что Вы можете легко замёрзнуть.

Diluc Ragnvindr

Немного удивлён тем фактом, что Вам нравится носить его одежду. Она гораздо больше и должно быть некомфортно ходить так целый день.

Но Вам удаётся сочетать большие рубашки возлюбленного со своими юбками и штанами, что ему очень нравится.

Дилюк даже готов Вам помочь в подборе одежды и аксессуаров для составления образа.

Как-то раз Вы составили образ используя стиль любимого и мелкие детали из его одежды. Он был в восторге от того, что его любимой всё к лицу.

Единственное, чем недоволен молодой человек, это сложность, а порой и многослойность Ваших нарядов. Ведь раздевать от такого доставляет ему дискомфорт.

― Милая, ― тяжело выдохнул Дилюк.

― Помочь? ― Вы с озорством посмотрели в ответ.

― Да.

Ему было тяжело признать поражение, но молодой человек был повержен в «схватке» с Вашими новомодными штанами. Вы с лёгкостью справились с застёжками и посмотрели на Дилюка.

― Пожалуйста, больше не надевай таких … нарядов.

― Тебе не нравится?

― Нет, что ты. Мне всегда нравится как ты выглядишь. Вот только мы будем вынуждены отложить момент нашей близости до утра. Раньше я с этой загадкой не справлюсь.

Вы тихо засмеялись над словами любимого и целомудренно поцеловали в щеку. Что заставило его немного покраснеть от смущения.

Zhongli

Крайне ошарашен увидев Вас в своей рубашке. Чжун Ли живёт уже достаточно долго на этой земле, но люди всё так же продолжают его удивлять. Хотя, когда это делает любимая, гораздо приятнее.

Вы ка-то пытались облачиться во фрак, но снять его с мужчины крайне сложно. Он эталон для подражания и его образ тому доказательство. Нельзя просто так взять и забрать у него частичку его образа.

Моракс снимает одежду, только тогда, когда ложится спать с Вами. Он тщательно следит за тем, чтобы его вещи были аккуратно сложены, дабы избежать мятого и неопрятного вида.

У Вас будет лишь мгновение, когда Гео Архонт отвернётся, чтобы украсть его фрак и быстро накинуть его на голое тело. А после с улыбкой наблюдать за реакцией. У Чжун Ли всегда непробиваемое (каменное) лицо, чтобы не случилось и сложно понять, что он думает. Но в этот раз каменным будет не только его лицо. Не надевайте его фрак, если не хотите, чтобы Вас «мучали» всю ночь.

Dan Heng

Ещё один спокойный и невозмутимый мужчина, который с ноткой лёгкого удивления реагирует, когда Вы берёте его одежду.

Учитывая, что Дань Хэн привык к Вашим неожиданным выпадам, идеям и поведению, он вполне ожидал чего-то такого.

Брюнет как раз вышел из душа, когда увидел Вас в трусах, его водолазке и пальто. Вы услышали тяжёлый выдох сзади и обернулись.

― Ты могла бы снять мои вещи?

― Нет.

― Почему?

― Они пахнут тобой, и создаётся такое впечатление, что ты меня обнимаешь.

Дань Хэн опустил взгляд на пол, но ничего не ответил.

Уже через несколько часов, когда вы легли спать, он Вас крепко обнял, давая понять, что сказанные слова не были пустым звуком.

― Я не привык выражать свои эмоции и чувства, и в любви я крайне плох. Поэтому, если тебе чего-то не хватает или что-то нужно, скажи мне прямо. Я готов исполнить любое твоё заветное желание.

― Тогда обнимай меня почаще.

― Разумеется.

― Но это не значит, что я перестану носить твою одежду.

― Да, я так и подумал.

― А ты сильно устал?

― Зависит от того, что ты хочешь.

― Секс.

― Спокойной ночи, ― брюнет мгновенно выпустил Вас из своих объятий и перевернулся на другой бок.

― Дань Хэн!

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rarepears · 2 years

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title game: desserts to explore, few mountains left to climb

Aka Gojo vacations in Europe with the intention of exploring new desserts to try out and ski across Alps mountains, but he ends up acquiring a hot (ill-tempered) boyfriend called Xanxus that ends up getting revealed to be not just an adopted son of some bigshot mafia family but also Fushiguro Toji's biological son that Toji wasn't aware of.

Uh, Gojo has inadvertently signed himself up for an awkward conversation with his adoptive son Megumi that he's banging his older half brother...

[check out other fic ideas in the #made up fic title ask game]

#make up fake fic title ask game #jjk ideas #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #xanxus #gojo x xanxus #khr #khr ideas #katekyo hitman reborn ideas #katekyo home tutor #katekyo hitman reborn #toji fushiguro #Gojo's fun European vacation aka a JJK X KHR crossover au

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cursingtoji · 1 year

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— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧; 𝐹𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑜 & 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜; 𝑌𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑧𝑎!𝐴𝑈

part of the Don’t Mess with the Yakuza series, a collab with @thekillingtimethekillingmoon 🖤

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Description: As a professional hitman of the Gojo clan, Geto was assigned the task of dealing with a whistleblower, but he’s nowhere to be found, only his beautiful little wife is at home. To lure the target he will need to work with his business colleague and former Zenin which already has a filthy plan using the wife as bait.

Warnings: fem!reader, stalking, dub-con(ish), sub!reader x dom!geto x dom!toji, manipulation, a gun, explicit photos, oral (f -> m), pussy slaps, dacryphilia, reader is pretty much manhandled a bunch of times, cheating, mentions of domestic violence (mahito is an abusive husband). 6k words.

To better understand the character’s roles check this headcanon.

Extra: Geto Visuals — Toji Visuals

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Geto has been watching the blue house for three days now, he still doesn’t get how his target hasn't left even for a second. Even when other men were watching the place. Nothing was reported back to him.

The only one that comes out is his target’s wife, always with a pair of sunglasses on. Stretching on the sidewalk before going on her morning jog. A sight for Suguru’s sore eyes. She waters the plants at noon and buys some house supplies in the afternoon.

Gojo had ordered his best hitman to take care of the casino owner, Mahito, who used to be an associate of his, but now is about to testify against one of his men next week, the manager of a small front company of his. It was a small case too, Gojo could afford to throw someone in front of the bus and lose a company, easily moving money someplace else before the federals could track it back to him.

Geto just had to get to his target, maybe threaten him to give up testifying at the trial, or something more appealing if the target knew more than what Gojo suspected.

Yet, now, three days and no sight of said man, the hitman starts to get suspicious. Mahito hadn’t even shown up at the casino he owned to work for three days, according to the other men Gojo had put under Suguru’s orders, and he definitely wasn’t traveling for business or pleasure.

Some theories start to form in his head as he scribbles his notebook.

Injured? — someone may have gotten to him first (check if he’s associated with any other families).

Ran away to not witness? — the wife is still here.

No. Scratch that. His car is not in the garage, but according to Suguru’s research, it hasn't left the state either.

Witness protection program??

He circled the question twice.

Still. Why is his wife so calm? Was it possible the man had left her behind and joined a witness protection program? The police wouldn't force him to bring her along, he could easily say she was going to stay with some family member in another city or something like that. Why, though?

Here she is again, leaving her house at sunset whistling a melody, with a tote bag under her arm.

If the witness protection theory is true, then the police have a case bigger than just that one front company. Something that can put Gojo in some serious trouble. Geto can’t let this happen.

There's only one way to figure this out.

The hitman watches as the woman heads to the superstore nearby. Perfect.

He starts the car following behind her from a safe distance and ends up parking his car in a spot close by the entrance. Eyes on her until she passes through the automatic doors.

He steps out of his car, thinking about his options there.

Wait for her to leave, force her into the car and take her somewhere for interrogation.

It’s the middle of the day though? Someone will easily notice and call the police.

Break into the house and check around for clues?

Neighbors will see, besides the house has an alarm system.

The best option now is to try to approach her, the new target.

It doesn’t take long for Geto to spot her once he enters the store as well, she has a trolling cart and a rather long list in hand as she checks the shelves looking for a bottle of wine, Suguru keeps an eye on her from a distance while she gathers the stuff in her list. There’s no way that tiny tote bag will fit all the stuff she already has in her cart.

A brilliant idea pops in Geto’s mind.

Leaving his target, he goes to the clothing area of the store, taking a red polo and a zip-up hoodie. The shirt is the same color as the store staff, with the exception of the logo. He enters a fitting room removing his black shirt and dressing the one he picked with the hoodie on top to cover his heavily tattooed arms and the place where the logo would be but also leaving the zipper open enough to show the shirt’s color, removing the labels and discarding his black shirt as he leaves.

As part of his plan he stops at the wine aisle picking that same wine his target had picked some minutes before.

Once Geto finds her again he waits until she heads to the cashier to do the same.

“Is that all, sir?” the cashier asks once he placed that one item in front of him.

“Yes, cash” he gives the bill to the cashier leaving with his bottle on a plastic bag casually looking back to check his target that is still removing the items from her cart.

That will give him some time to call his boss.

Geto goes outside, pretending to be interested in the plants to disguise himself until the target leaves the store.

“I’m in the middle of something here, Suguru, this better be important” Gojo says answering his phone.

“I’ll be quick, is there any chance of Mahito knowing more than just that one company?” he asks in a low tone.

Gojo gets quiet, Geto hears an ‘excuse me’ and a door closing.

“There’s a chance, yes, I had a couple of meetings in a private room of his casino, a few with the Zenins. Mahito always found some excuse to enter mid-game. I thought he just wanted to check how much money we were spending there, but he could be eavesdropping.”

“The Zenin, huh?” Geto hums.

“Do I need to know what's going on?”

“Not yet, I’ll be approaching the target’s wife in a few.”

“Wife?” Gojo laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Didn’t know he was married, the fucker literally told us about all the croupiers he fucked” Geto spots his target leaving the store, struggling with her bags like he expected.

“She’s here, gotta go” he hangs up, waiting till his target walks off a little more to approach.

“Excuse me, miss” he calls. The woman with sunglasses on turns her head slightly, finding a tall man with his hair tied in a bun running towards her, “You forgot one bag” he raises his hand with a potty wine inside a bag.

She recognizes the wine she picked, Geto can see she also spotted his blue shirt, as he expected.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I completely forgot I didn't have the car today and got more stuff than I could carry” she smiles at him. No wonder why, the handsome stranger was incredibly charming, he had to be, as part of the job.

“Well I just clocked out, my coworker was the one that asked me to hand you this on my way out, do you live nearby? I can help you carry some bags.”

“Ah yes, that would be great, I’m just a few blocks away from here” she smiles as the brunette bends to pick some bags out of her hand.

The woman leads the way.

“Pardon, ma’am, you said you didn’t have your car today? Is there something wrong with it? ‘Cause I have a mechanic cousin to recommend” Geto lies with the sole intent to throw a bait. He knows the car hasn't been in her garage for a few days.

“Hm… no, actually my husband took it for a business trip. I used to have my own car, but he sold it, apparently its too expensive to maintain two cars” she looks down.

Something doesn’t smell right there. A casino owner claiming he can’t maintain his wife’s car? A business trip? No, Gojo has people inside the Cassino, and they haven’t said anything about a business related trip.

“And please don’t call me ma’am, makes me feel old” she says her name, brushing off the topic of her husband. Geto notices that up close she really looks younger than the expected for a suburban wife.

They walk by each other in silence while Geto thinks how he can get more information without her getting suspicious.

Before he can even realize they are already in front of her house.

“Come in, i’ll get you something to drink” she opens the door and Geto walks with her to the kitchen, “I didn’t get your name by the way.” she turns after placing the bags on top of the counter.

“Ah Suguru, it’s been a while” a strange voice echoes from the living room.

Both the woman’s and Geto’s head turn to find the intruder, looking at a wedding picture frame she kept well displayed.

The man is big, he wears a white dress shirt, tight on his arms and chest. He takes his eyes off the frame, piercing green eyes finding the woman in the pictures standing right there, a scared look on her face. Geto on the other hand seems surprised and a little bit angered.

“Fushiguro.”

Confusion is noticeable on your face.

What the hell are these two strangers? Who is that man in your living room and how did he get there?

“Why you so formal?” he tsks “Just call me Toji already.”

Something screams danger as your hand gets in the tote bag to look for your phone and call the police.

“What are you doing here?” Suguru asks, from where he stands he notices your hand wiggling inside the bag on the counter, he sighs realizing all his disguise is ruined. What a shame, it was going so well.

In one stride he’s behind you, pulling your hand off the bag and holding it behind your back

“Be a good girl while your guests are talking, will you?”

Your heart races at the sudden personality change of the man that was walking you with groceries.

“Sorry to ruin your role play here” Toji approaches, not seeming sorry at all, “But three days watching? Come on, that’s too much even for you.”

“Answer me” Geto demands, easily holding his target with one hand as you try to get rid of his grip.

“I’m here for the same reason as you” Toji takes a folded paper out of his back pocket, a photograph of your husband, “But apparently he was taken to a safe house so I have to improvise, isn’t that right, darling?” a rough hand comes up to hold your chin and makes you look straight at him.

“Safe house?” you ask. What the fuck is that?

“Shit” the man behind you curses.

“Oh you didn’t know? I’m impressed. Satoru gives you so many resources.”

“How did you know?”

“I have my own resources too.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” you try to shake your head out of the man’s grip, your arm still being held behind your back.

You watch Toji’s eyebrow furrow once he takes in a certain yellow tone behind your sunglasses.

“Let’s take these off, you don’t need those inside.”

You try to back away from him but only find Suguru’s body behind you, holding you still.

Your sunglasses are removed and even trying to hide your bruise from his sharp gaze he still sees it, his face too close to yours.

“I see, it seems like you married a true piece of shit sweetheart, what was it? His money?” you manage to wiggle an arm out to slap the man’s face, but your hand is caught mid-air, “Ops, touched a sore spot” you truly feel like doing more than just slapping his presumptuous face.

You are turned and the grip on your arm is released before you can attempt another violent act.

Suguru bends down slightly to check the yellow and purple bruise under your eye, now it was almost healing. You swallow dryly when his nose almost touches yours. What the hell is with these people and personal space? Something looks like it clicked in Suguru’s mind after seeing your bruise.

You can’t help but notice how handsome he is from this close.

“To summarize,” Toji says, contouring the counter to be in front of you and behind Suguru. Side by side you notice how the one with a bun is slightly taller while the one with the scar is more built. Both are dangerously attractive, “Your husband has been cooperating with the federal police, he was going to testify in an upcoming trial but now the feds are building a bigger case, that’s why he has to be kept in a safe house so that bad men like us don’t kill him and destroy the only witness they have. That’s where you enter, darling. Why are you here?”

The engines start to work in your head.

Bad men like us.

Kill him.

That’s where you enter.

Your heart races at the realization these men will kill you.

“I don’t k-know anything, I swear” your body shakes and your eyes start to water. I don’t wanna die, especially not because of something that the son of a bitch did.

“Shh, just tell us what we need to know” Toji takes something from his waistband, your eyes widen when you notice the gun he places on the counter beside him. A silent threat.

“Actually Toji-san, I think she’s telling the truth” Geto proceeds to tell him the story you told him about your husband being on a business trip taking the only car you had, selling the other one a couple weeks before the said trip, “The bastard knew he couldn’t take his beaten up wife with him to a house guarded by cops, a domestic-violence accusation mid case could have ruined his testimony.”

“Hell, leaving her behind sounds like advice from the cops themselves” Toji snorts.

“What are you going to do with me?” you ask in a low weak voice.

The men in front of you almost smile, how a cute little thing like you married a piece of shit like Mahito?

“You know darling, I kinda came here to use you as bait for your husband to leave the safe house and rescue his pretty little wife. But now” his rough hand comes to your face, thumb rubbing your bruised cheekbone lightly. One tear drops from your eye, sliding down your face to your parted lips. Toji realizes he likes to see you crying “But now I don’t think he’s that much of a good husband.”

A bait?

“No, he’s a terrible one” Geto murmurs, “In fact I don’t think his plan was just leaving his wife behind so he wouldn’t face domestic violence charges” he exchanges a look with Toji that makes you very confused, but he seemed to have understood.

“Motherfucker thought he could play us like puppets.”

“You haven’t signed a prenup, have you, doll?” Geto asks and you shake your head in denial.

They exchange that look again, like all made sense in their heads.

“I don’t get it, what is going on?” you manage to ask even though your head is dizzy with all that new information.

“Your husband figured we would come for him, what would happen if only his wife was home?” Geto says.

“The bad guys would have murdered her to send a message” Toji completes.

“That way he wouldn’t need to lose half of his casino in a divorce, free to marry one of his work pussy.”

“What? No” you bring your hands to your head trying to process all that, “Mahito would never hurt me.”

“Is that so? Then I assume you just ran into a wall there” Toji taps his index on his own cheekbone.

“We argued, it was an accident” you cover your cheekbone, the painful reminder of your confrontation.

“Argued huh?” Geto approaches, removing your hand, “Let me guess, his clothes had a sweet perfume?”

“A lipstick stain on his neck?” Toji says suddenly on your other side.

“I-I saw a text message” you confess.

“Oh that’s worse” Geto coos in a faux sympathetic voice.

“Terrible” Toji goes along, “I bet you would do anything to get back at him.”

“Anything…” you wonder doubtfully.

“Well, we could test Toji’s theory and see what happens when he finds your dead body” Geto runs a finger on your neck giving you goosebumps from both his touch and words.

“No! Anything but that” you exclaimed.

“I have another idea, you need to cooperate though, sweetheart” Toji puts a strand of your hair behind your ear. You nod slowly in agreement, body tingling with the unknown.

The influence those strangers have over you is uncanny, you can’t put a finger on it, maybe it’s how they call Mahito by names, names you called him in your head too. Maybe it is how they seem to treat you so carefully, even though they talked about the option of actually killing you, right in your face, but still gently touching you.

In a blink you realize you’re in your bedroom, sitting at the bed and processing the flow of information while the taller assassin goes through your underwear drawer.

“What are you doing?” you rise from the bed only to be pulled back by a big hand on your shoulder.

“You agreed to do anything to get back at him” Toji reminds sitting right behind you. You agreed?

“But why is he—“ your thoughts are interrupted by a lingerie set being thrown on your lap.

“You still are the bait, love” Toji whispers in your ear.

“If we can’t bring your husband back using the love in his heart, we will do it using his dick.”

You look down at the set, something you haven’t worn in a long time, why would you? Mahito hasn't shown any interest in you in months.

“I don’t think it’s going to work” you shake your head.

“Don’t underestimate how horny a man in a safe house can get” Suguru kneels down before you, removing your shoes slowly as he rubs your ankles moving up.

“I—“ you open your mouth to protest at the forgotten feeling of having a man’s hands on you.

“We’ll make this pleasant for all of us, how about that?” Toji finds the hem of your dress, bringing it up over your head.

“Just be good, okay?” Suguru hooks his fingers on your underwear as Toji holds your waist so the other man can slide it down your smooth legs.

You have no time to feel exposed as Suguru removes his hoodie and shirt in one go, his bun getting undone in the process leaving possibly the most handsome man you’ve seen half naked in your bedroom.

His torso and arms are like an illustration book of japanese art, you catch a glimpse of some figures before he’s pushing your legs apart and getting in between them.

“Say, Toji-san, why would a man leave such a beautiful woman in his house to look for crumbles of pussy somewhere else?” Suguru kisses up your thighs.

“I have no idea what goes inside a crazy man’s head” the assassin behind you run his hands up your arms, stopping to pull your bra strap and release it on your skin, causing you to hiss.

Suguru raises one of your legs and sinks his face in your core, his hot breath hits your sensitive folds, it alone makes you moan.

Suguru smiles, it’s not usual for him to have a married woman squirming like a virgin.

“Guess hubby was not a big fan of pussy eating, was he?” Toji chuckles, opening your bra and sliding it off your arms. As soon as his rough hands touch your soft mounds your head falls back on his shoulder.

Toji never had much respect for Mahito, he ran into the casino owner once or twice but everything about him screamed mediocrity, now Toji understands whatever primitive feeling he had about Mahito was right.

Now, playing with his wife’s breasts as she melts on his arms, Toji can confirm he has absolutely no respect for that excuse of a man.

The contrasting years of negligence almost make you mad.

Almost.

It becomes harder and harder to think about your husband when Suguru latches on your clit, his long hair tickles the inside of your thighs. Suguru is attentive and smooth, you like that.

Toji maneuvers your arms into the straps of the white lingerie set Suguru picked. The delicate piece looks like something you would’ve worn on your honeymoon, Toji wonders.

In fact you did, five years ago, when you were young and in love, ignoring all the red flags and hoping marriage would fix the little flaws your man had.

You whine in protest when Suguru drops the leg he was holding and moves away from you.

“Hang on a bit, doll” he murmurs, picking the white underwear and helping you dress it.

“I still don’t understand how—“

“Look here, darling” Toji puts your phone in front of your face to unlock it.

“Hey” you protest.

“Shh, shh” Suguru rises from his knees, taking your neck and pulling you into a distracting kiss while Toji finds Mahito’s contact and begins a conversation pretending to be you, his needy and horny wife.

Suguru works his magic on your mouth, holding you still with a firm grip on your neck as his tongue explores your cave. He opens an eye to look at Toji, who gives him a sign.

Suguru backs away leaving you with an open mouth and cloudy eyes, Toji acts quickly pushing you down until you’re laying on your bed with your arms above your head.

The long haired male whistles at the sight, the off-white lingerie he picked looked so good on you, hugging the right places, the lying position you were in made your breasts look more full, he could actually see your nipples with how sheer the piece is.

“Focus, kid” Toji tosses him your phone.

“Is that really necessary?” you question squirming as you try to release your arms from his hold. Toji is much more aggressive than Suguru, rough hands take a firm hold on your soft skin like he’s not afraid to break you.

Toji smirks, looking down at your submissive position underneath him. You gulp when your eyes fall down on his pants, the fine trousers he wore had a big tent on it, made your mouth water.

“Wanna a taste, baby?” he teases.

Suguru takes the opportunity to snap a few pictures of your body from above, in a position you would take yourself, from the neck down, and sent to Mahito, reading the conversation Toji had started and continuing it.

< Miss you so much … >

“Hey, doll, what do you call each other?” Suguru asks, looking up from the phone to find Toji opening his belt and you looking at his crotch like a dog waiting for a treat.

“What?”

“Sweetheart, baby, master…” Suguru gives a few examples, “What he likes to be called?”

“Hm, sometimes… sir” you murmur, kind embarrassed.

Toji chuckles loudly and Suguru snorts, you know they are not laughing at you but you still can’t help the heat that comes to your face.

< Miss you so much, sir >

Suguru completes the text and hits send.

“He doesn’t deserve a sweet obedient thing like you” Toji pulls down his pants only enough to free his cock.

A big man like him already gave you a hint of his size down there. Large shoulders, perfect to be a football player, tall enough for your face to be right at his pectorals, biceps so big he must lift weights every single day.

Yet you underestimated how large his cock would be, now that is right in front of your face. With your hand barely able to wrap around it completely, you gave his tip kitten licks. Toji is standing up by the bed, while you lay down on your back, having to take him in your mouth sideways.

“Come on, sweetheart, I know you can do it better” he tangles his fingers on your hair, bringing your head closer to his pelvis, from kitten licks you start to take him inch by inch, forcing your mouth and throat to accommodate his width.

He’s so far from anyone you’ve ever had, his smell was enough to intoxicate you, the trimmed yet thick pubes make you rub your thighs together imagining how they would feel right against your clit.

Suguru tsks watching you squirming like that just from sucking Toji’s dick, his own one rock hard and forgotten.

Mahito replied after a few seconds typing.

< oh? how much you miss me? >

Suguru sighs, dirty texting his target while his rival gets a blow job from the target’s wife was not how he planned this whole night to go down.

The long haired assassin raises both of your legs, placing your feet on the bed, the movement making you hum on Toji’s cock, he groans, enjoying the vibration. You attempt to close your legs, not seeing what was going on with Suguru down there, he gets impatient though, delivering a slap on your covered pussy.

“Stay like that” and open your legs enough to give him an angle to shoot a picture. His middle finger runs between your pussy lips, pushing the thin material of your underwear between them to showcase the outline of your pretty pussy, he goes up till your clit, where you yelp, gaging on Toji’s cock as he holds your head, fucking your throat upside down.

Your legs automatically shut as your back arches.

“I said” Suguru gives you another slap, this time right on your clit, “Keep it open” you obey, slowing and tremblingly spreading them again.

Suguru is quick to snap a picture of your folds from up close, there was a wet spot already from when he was eating you out but after his slaps on your cunt the wet spot seemed to have grown.

Suguru sends the picture with some cheesy line about how wet you were.

< you should’ve thought about that before i left bitch > Mahito replies in no time.

“Scumbag” Suguru curses, Toji hears, but decides to take a second for himself there, too lost on how pretty you look crying over his cock abusing your mouth.

Toji extends a hand to wipe your wet cheek covered with tears and drool, he thrusts faster, a large hand falling to your throat, where he squeezes a bit, being able to feel his cock there, he knows you won’t be able to handle it for much longer, your nails digging on the skin of his pelvis and thighs.

He pulls away, pumping himself as he finishes on your face and neck, the thick white fluid painting your delicate features.

“Matches your outfit” he smiles watching you cough and breathe heavily, your big teary eyes looking up at him, face dipping all sorts of liquids, “What a view” he bends beside you, holding your face as he forces his tongue in your mouth. You moan shamelessly at the act.

Mahito would never do that.

But this man…

You wonder if you’ll ever be able to feel pleasure with your husband again after having a taste of a real man.

Toji backs away from your lips and gives your face a lick, from your jawline to your eye, taking all the tears and drool and gathering in his mouth only to spit it back into yours.

“Fucking—“ Suguru curses again watching the way you swallowed his spit, the lewd scene alone making him almost cream his pants. Even though he’s trying to focus on texting he gropes his cock over his pants.

Toji turns his head, giving his rival a sheepish smile.

Who would’ve known Gojo’s dog was a voyeur… Definitely an interesting piece of information for the experienced assassin to use in the future.

“What did the deadbeat say?” Toji asks, still inches from your face.

“He’s playing hard to get” Suguru throws the phone to Toji for the older one to see for himself.

Toji adjusts his posture to read the conversation.

“Come here” Suguru takes advantage of Toji’s distraction and pulls you by your knee, making you slide on the bed just enough to be on the edge. One leg hangs off the bed while the heavily tattooed male holds the other, his hand moves from the back of your knee to your ass, groping the flesh shamelessly as he places one knee on the bed, the erection confined in his pants rubbing right against your sensitive folds.

He bends over to kiss you. You moan on his lips, hands experimentally running over his chest and abdomen.

Suguru is quite impatient now, the misinformation regarding his target’s location, the three days he hasn't had a proper night of sleep and having to deal with Toji interfering with his job had put in a bad mood.

He moves down sucking and biting your neck, pushing your bra down to do the same with your nipple.

Without leaving your chest, he extends one hand to Toji, silently asking for the phone back.

Toji sighs, after exchanging a few messages with Mahito he thinks they might crack him and make him come back home soon.

Suguru sits on his knee, opening the camera once again and roughly taking your hand, positioning it on your exposed breast, like you were groping it. He takes his hand away, snapping a picture and sending it with another pleading message.

Toji whistles at the picture once Suguru gives him the phone back.

Your pussy is acting with need, you can see in Suguru’s face he’s not pleased, but something about the erection in his pants makes you think you can help out. You reach for his belt loops, pulling to you.

“Horny little thing, you’re finding this hot?” he says in a low voice unbuttoning his pants and lowering it along with his underwear.

You bite your lip checking out his cock, it’s not as thick as Toji’s, but it’s so pretty, he’s shaved too.

You wiggle out of your panties as he pump himself a few times, his anger serving as motivation.

Meanwhile Toji found himself a chair across the room, somewhere he could enjoy the show. He’s bare from the waist down, shirt unbuttoned but keeps it on as he continues texting your husband, he scrolls up every second to admire your lewd pictures feeling his cock getting hard again. He looks at you and Suguru. Your small frame trapped under his rival, as he starts to align himself with your entrance, placing your leg on his shoulder. Toji takes his own phone from his pocket and starts to film quietly.

You whine at the stretch, Toji zooms at your face, managing to get a glimpse of Suguru’s too before he kisses you and his hair falls hiding your face from the camera. Toji smiles, ending the video.

You never know when a sex tape will come in good use.

He runs his hand slowly on his cock, squeezing the base as he watches, you turn your face to him, gasping at the sight, your mouth is open as pretty moans come out.

Toji stands up and walks towards you, losing his shirt on the way and a proud erection on.

He taps something on the screen and drops the phone beside your head.

Toji is smooth, he sits beside you, index finger rising to his lips as he looks at Suguru, you have your eyes shut, lost in pleasure as the man between your legs rolls his hips.

“Hello?” you hear Mahito's voice beside you, your head snaps to find your phone on a voice call.

Toji doesn’t give a moment to question, instead he reaches a hand down between the two bodies in front of him and pinches your nipple, your high pitched moan filling the silent room.

Mahito says something you can’t understand, probably an insult.

“Say his name” Suguru whispers in your ear, opposite from the phone so Mahito doesn’t suspect there’s someone else with you, he’s now trusting slowly in order to not make any sound the man in the phone could hear.

Toji moves his hand down to your clit and you moan Mahito’s name.

“Please—” you add, not actually talking to Mahito, but begging Suguru to go faster, craving your nails on his shoulders.

“I’ll be there in 20, you better not fucking cum” this time you hear him.

Toji hangs up, high-fiving Suguru.

“Relax now, kid” he pats his back condescendingly.

“Yeah” in a quick move Suguru turns you around, grabbing your hips and making you raise your ass, “There you go” he gives your cheek an encouraging slap before entering again.

“Months of absolutly nothing and now she comes up with this bullshit…” Mahito mumbles to himself while speeding up on the highway, a painful boner in his pants making everything worse.

The feds told him to not leave the district, but he’s far from it now, returning to his own home to fuck some respect into his wife.

It would be quick, empty his heavy balls on her, get some more clothes and make up an excuse about an early meeting next in another city, come back to the safe house and act like nothing happened.

20 minutes later or so he finally arrives in front of his house, parking like an asshole but who cares? He had more urgent business.

Upon entering the house, faded whimpers and cries echoes in the dark hallways.

Mahito slams the door of his own bedroom open, blood boiling the second he realizes there was a man on the bed with you. You sat on his lap while his hands ran over your ass and thighs.

“You stupid fucking b—“ Mahito strides to bed, his voice alone makes you want to run away and hide.

But before he can get any closer, Toji welcomes him with a mighty punch.

The time that it took for Mahito to arrive was enough for Toji to get his duck wet for a second time, fucking you from behind while standing up by the bed, Suguru nowhere to be seen for a while, but the second Toji finished on your back the long haired assassin returned, pulling you to sit on his lap and whispering some instructions you couldn’t fully understand. Two of his fingers messed with your clit, putting you in a cloudy state of mind.

You could hear Toji in the bathroom, the large assassin gave his face a splash of water and put his pants back on, knowing Mahito would be arriving soon.

And so he did, the scream scared you off Suguru’s lap, like a wakening call your heart began to pound and you became conscious of your naked body, urgently trying to get the sheets to cover you. But Suguru holds you tight, arms shielding you from your nightmare man while very slowly pulling the sheets up.

“You’re going down the worst way possible you piece of shit” Toji mumbles while punching him enough to get him unconscious, “With a boner on and tongue off” he gets up spitting on the man.

“What are you gonna do to him?” you ask in a whisper after seconds of silence. Toji looks over his shoulder to you. The sexy woman he was with for the past hour reduced to a trembling traumatic mess, curled in the inked chest of his colleague.

It disgusted him. Not even 2 minutes this pathetic man entered the room and he managed to fucked you up psychologically that badly.

“It’s better if you don’t know, sweet thing” Toji finds his dress shirt and starts to put it on, “But let me get straight with you…” he takes his sweet time buttoning up, “Things will be different from now on, if you tell anyone about what happened tonight. I’ll—“

“Toji.” Suguru cuts him with a strict voice. Both men stare at each other for a while.

“Fine” Toji squats to pick up Mahito and throw him over his shoulder, by the weak whimper he was still alive, “She’s your problem then” Toji stops by the doorframe and looks over his shoulder one last time, taking in the protective embrace Suguru had on you. He smirks, the low light shadowing his eyes and lip scar, giving the man a predatory look.

Only then you managed to take a deep breath, something in your chest building up to your throat and causing you to cry, of relief or fear, you didn’t quite know.

Suguru held you to his chest, the other hand picking his phone to text Gojo behind your back.

< It’s done >

Note: guess who’s back… kinda. this has been sitting around for months cause i wasn’t feeling well enough to finish anything really, but i’m glad i did so please let me know what you think <3 if anything got confusing kindly let me know as well.

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