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sukugo · 1 month

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sukuna and gojo use binding vows for sex, taking things like orgasm denials or touch deprivation steps further, where the other is contractually bound to not be able to do certain things, like touch themselves or touch the other etc etc

one such instance being a vow where gojo has a vibrator up his ass, but he can't touch himself or remove it, until sukuna specifically, pulls it out.

he keeps the vibe in throughout the day, with sukuna controlling it remotely, even as they both go throughout their separate days.

gojo goes to have his usual breakfast, and meets yuuji at the dining room, they greet and sit next to each other. yuuji is, as always, energetic and excited to see him

they make conversation, until gojo gives a jolt and starts twitching and huffing. sukuna has turned the vibrator up all the way. yuuji worries and panics and asks him what's wrong. gojo gives a breathy laugh and reassures him. he motions low and tells yuuji about the vibrator inside him, through sudden jolts and soft whimpers.

satoru complains about it, and yuuji advices to remove it or go and take care of himself.

except gojo states that he can’t and yuuji puzzles.

"it's... a pact—mmh!"

"a pact???" yuuji's voice rises in volume, but he visibly calms, shoulders dropping into a fond sigh. "sensei, you really are..." that's all he can manage to say. reprimand is useless. gojo likes it, yuuji is well aware, he is enjoying every second of this, even as he complains.

gojo gives a few odd jolts, undoubtedly an odd pattern of intensity from the vibe, yuuji can guess. sudden irregular ups and downs that are not taken well by the man.

satoru clicks his tongue. "what is that guy doing?" he actually looks irritated for a moment—a look yuuji doesn’t get to see often—until it’s broken with a sigh and his pleased, calm demeanor returns, mimicking the soft waves of pleasure across his thighs.

still, yuuji can see his hands crumpled at his sides, undoubtedly wishing to use them.

that's when satoru perks flares up all of a sudden.

"actually, yuuji,” he turns to look at him, grinning. “you can help me" he opens his legs and lifts the edges of his kimono, his dick peeking out the fabric. yuuji gulps at the sight. satoru motions to it, giving yuuji a wordless look. yuuji hesitates for a moment, but complies, taking his hand to the cock, and starts stroking.

satoru crumbles under the touch, immediately breathing out his nose and muffling moans. he leans into yuuji, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, fingers clasped in yuuji's kimono, nuzzling into his hair and whining in his ear.

satoru's sounds fluctuate in pitch and volume, making it known when his vibe's gotten stronger. yuuji keeps his pace and satoru spills in his hand. he twitches and sighs, soft breaths against yuuji's flushed ear.

yuuji stares at the cum in his hand.

"you can wipe it on me,” satoru tells him with a breath that's calmed much too fast. “my clothes are already soiled anyways". and yuuji feels bad for it, but he obeys nonetheless.

satoru takes a hand to yuuji's chin and turns his face to him and gives him a kiss. short and sweet.

"as a reward." he smiles at yuuji. the boy surprises but takes it happily, cheeks warm and eyes softened, albeit a bit timidly. a tinge of disappointment colors the edges of his face.

"you want more?" satoru brings his face to yuuji's again. the vibrations have reached a slight plateau, so his voice is steadier.

yuuji’s face widens a bit, but he nervously chuckles, pulling back from gojo's face. "no, it's alright," he lies. "i don't want sukuna to kill me"

but satoru’s already pulling into him, breathing into his lips. "i won't let him <3"

"that's...actually reassuring......" yuuji’s eyes flutter shut as satoru's lips meet his again.

and with that, they're kissing and slowly the vibrations and gojo’s twitching start again. satoru moves atop yuuji's lap to straddle him, and while they kiss, yuuji takes his hand between them and jerks him off again. satoru moans and gasps into his mouth, each jolt mirroring the pulses against his prostate.

they separate for gojo to bury his face in yuuji's shoulders, arms hugging his neck. he humps into yuuji's hand until he comes against him again.

he pants and huffs atop the boy, catching his breath. yuuji's gentle arms hold him, fingers rubbing slow circles at his back.

satoru's breathing calms against yuuji’s neck.

"yuuji, u're such a good boy."

yuuji's heart and dick swell.

#f.txt #scenario that has been plaguing my brain and i needed to share #just when they're done nobara and megumi come into the dining room #nobara twists her face. 'geh. itadori. taking advantage of a married man'#yuuji squints his eyes at her 'like u're one to talk'#nobara: still. at the breakfast table. could u be any more shameless #she says that but still makes her away to sit across them megumi following suit #megumi: go easy on him. it’s probably gojo-sensei’s doing anyways #gojo: oh megumi~ u know me so well #jjk #sukugo #yuugo #悠五 #sukugoyuu #ns4w #the moment of random ups and downs is sukuna drawing out “satoru” in the vibrrator app bc he wants his gojo :c #meanwhile gojo's all irritated like 'what is wrong with him 😑' bby boy ur husband MISSES U #for context this is in my post-canon everyone lives au (well. one of them) where everything is good and happy and sukugo get married and #sukuna gets domesticated (?)#well more like. he's still bad and evil. but he's tamed i guess #he (begrudgingly) coexists with everyone else and behaves lmao #also everyone kinda lives together? it's a bit of a weird situation idk #anyways #this kinda made me want to write again. i havent written in so long #tho i suppose this does count as writing #i also have more stuff to add to this ill do some rbs !!

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faarkas · 1 year

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DESTINY 2: SEASON OF THE SERAPH Mithrax (and Eido) for @rockerboys ♥

#very belated birthday gift that was supposed to come out like a week ago im sowwee #i hope these are ok the sharpening and speed feel a lil rough but i've been squinting and adjusting for a week now i just gotta let em go #anyway. big hugs and kisses and love as always let me know if u want any adjusted or resized :3 #destiny 2 #mithrax #vgedit #gamingedit #hil.gif

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kaisollisto · 3 months

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mirohtron · 9 months

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the villain jumped at the sound of a twig snapping.

and then, immediately, felt faint. they pressed their palm to the bleeding wound on their side and tried to pay no mind to the white-hot pain, instead focusing on where the sound had come--from the bushes of this park, long forgotten by the city, along with this little neighbourhood. they peered, blinked hazily. light played from a dim little lamppost onto a figure, a pair of eyes peering back.

oh, how close the villain was to home. and yet, look at how close danger was to them. they drew their knife from their boot with a shaking, blood-slicked hand. they willed their voice not to shake as the lamppost flickered. "out," they called. "now."

from the bushes came a soft gasp, and then rustling. it wouldn't be smart to throw their knife at whoever was there and hope it landed on the target. the villain found themselves considering that option either way.

this park was unkempt, uncared for, the grass going up to their knees. this was where teenagers came to smoke or have unhygienic trysts. the trees, old and heavy with their branches and planted too close, formed canopies. benches lay half-covered in weeds and moss. the lampposts were dim, flickering, with weak bulbs and creaky poles. this was not the best place to fight, especially considering their state. going to the blocks would be much safer.

the villain forced themselves to step away from the rusty lamppost they'd been leaning on and winced when it creaked. they kept their eyes trained on the bushes. they stepped backwards and closer to the gates, knife before them. they ignored every terrible ache in their body, gritted their teeth.

they heard a pained groan. tilted their head to the side.

out, with impossible speed, came something red. the villain could barely comprehend it before a human-shaped weight partially slammed them against one of the stone pillars lining the metal fence, and their shoulder went white with bruising pain when corded muscle hit one of the anti-climb metal spikes. oh, this was so uncomfortable. the corner of the pillar dug into their muscle.

suddenly their entire skin stung, and the villain's body contracted and jumped at a spike of electricity. their vision was hazy, and then quickly the weight shifted, and an annoyingly high nasal voice screeched in their ear.

"oh my god! oh my god, shit, i'm so sorry, i--"

the villain groaned, starting to slide down, but hands caught them by their sides and forced them to lean against the pillar. they blinked spots out of their vision, and a pair of worried, flickering amber-yellow eyes came into their view, along with a nose, slightly bruised, taped with white medical tape.

ah. that explained the terrible voice.

"i'm so sorry," said the person who had slammed them into a fence at light speed. the villain could barely think, barely manage another groan. "holy shit, you're bleeding. i mean, i knew you were bleeding, but not so much--"

no shit, sherlock, the villain wanted to say. but they were stung with another bout of electricity. the speedster yelped and let go, allowing the villain to sink into the knee-high grass. they kneeled and pushed grass away from the villain's body. where did their knife go?

amber-yellow electricity flickered around the speedster's body. the villain glanced up and now saw brown eyes, the amber gone.

"you..." they said, and wanted to hiss it, but ended up sounding just croaky.

"i'm sorry, i don't know how to control it yet," the speedster said, speaking swiftly. but it was unnatural; they enunciated each word properly, but their tongue seemed to move unnaturally fast, like a sped up recording. "i don't know anyone who can help me except you, i mean, you have powers too, right?"

no. the villain merely faked that with tech. but they nodded either way, because they didn't trust themselves to have the mind to omit vital information should they explain that right now.

"so you're not here to kill me," they said in a croaky voice. nonetheless, it sounded pretty all right.

"no! no, i just--i don't trust those heroes."

the villain laughed at that, and then hissed when it sent pain to their side. "good kiddo."

the speedster hovered their hands over the villain's wound, awkward, unsure of what to do, but still eager to help. "i'm not a kid." the speedster said.

"think you'll shock me again?" the villain asked, ignoring the speedster.

"n-no? it only happens when i'm nervous."

"do i make you nervous?"

the speedster frowned. "i dunno, do you like getting electrocuted?"

that almost made the villain laugh again, but instead they just settled for a grin. they held out their bloody hand. "get me up."

the speedster pulled their arm around their neck. "ew," they complained, queasy about the sticky blood. but they lifted the villain up and apologised when the villain groaned and led them out of the park.

"tell me about your powers," the villain said, so that they'd have a distraction from their pain.

relief spread over the speedster's face, like they'd been eager to share their story. "oh, it was a mess how i got it. i, like, visited the rich part of the city for a university interview. i got lost, and, like, i had money. i thought i'd get something to ease up, you know?"

the villain chuckled and bit down on the pain that bloomed from it. the speedster huffed but righted their body and went on. their voice fluctuated between nasal and normal, like they were putting care to incorporate their stomach into their breathing.

"so i walked into this shady place. fuck, dude, it was this horribly surveillanced lab. i touched something i shouldn't have—i didn't even need weed to be that stupid!—and spilled some chemicals i didn't know about. it was raining that day too, and, like, it blew out the electricity. i stumbled into something, turned something on. i got shocked so hard that i should've died, but i woke up surrounded by these scary, suited-up people. and i got scared, and i started, like, vibrating and electrocuting these guys. i saw a window to escape, so i ran. i ran back home. slammed into a couple walls on the way." they pointed to their broken, bandaged nose. "i don't know how to control this."

for the first time, the villain peered more closely into their face and saw how badly their nose had been taken care of. there was too much stuffing in one nostril, too little in the other. it was not going to heal in a straight line. "i can tell."

the speedster moved their face back, and the villain's knees gave out at yet another electrical shock, pulling the speedster down with them. they gasped.

"i'm so sorry!"

"s'fine." the villain gasped. "you got a medkit at your place?"

"uh-huh."

"take me there."

the speedster blinked. "are you sure?"

"yes."

"aren't you scared i'll hurt you?"

"scared you'll do it on accident."

the speedster frowned, but they lugged the villain on.

their place was small, the paint slightly cracked. outside, their complex appeared run down, the balconies rusted and old, graffiti at the entrance and more on the walls which bordered the complex. but the speedster had made their apartment look as cozy as possible, with warm lights and little trinkets and large posters of bands and movies and television shows plastered to the wall.

"it's not much," the speedster said as they came out of the bathroom, medkit and damp towel in hand. they handed the towl to the villain, who cleaned off the blood from their face and hands.

"it's cute," said the villain. the speedster's twin-sized bed, on which the villain sat, was beside the window that led to one of the balconies, slide up to allow cold night air in. not all buildings in this part of the city had balconies, and for the ones that did, they were too old to safely stand on. the villain noted that the speedster's balcony was tipped slightly downwards.

the speedster placed the medkit down beside their desk, and the villain pulled it towards their body, opening it and pulling out the hydrogen peroxide. the villain eyed their torn suit and their wound and sighed and pulled the top off, neck first so it wouldn't stretch unnecessarily.

electricity flickered, and the villain looked up to see the speedster decidedly not looking at them, standing awkwardly. they smiled. "i don't make you nervous, you said?"

"didn't say shit."

the villain directed their smile to the bottle and pulled out the cotton, wetting it. they hissed as they dabbed at the wound. the speedster shifted on their feet. "how long since you've had these powers?"

"...three days."

"hm."

"what?"

the villain took out the gauze and bandage with one hand and made a come hither motion with the other. the speedster bent to their level, and the villain ripped off their bandage.

"ah!" the speedster yelped, jumping back in a flash of electricity, covering their nose. they glared up at the villain, eyes amber-yellow, electricity in their pupils. "what the hell, man!"

"look at your nose," the villain murmured. "it's getting better already." that bruising from earlier was completely gone.

the speedster blinked, removing the cotton from their nostrils, half-bloody. they breathed in through their nose. "holy shit."

the villain raised their eyebrows. "super healing. electricity. super speed." they leaned back on an arm, tilting their head. "aren't you something."

the speedster pinched their nose. "it only aches."

"come here."

at that the speedster's attention came to them again. they stood straight, eyes accusing. "don't do something like that again."

"it's nothing like that." the villain gestured towards them with the gauze and bandage. "dress my wound."

the speedster blinked once more, but they came to the villain's side and kneeled, happy to help, and obediently dressed the wound.

the villain looked down at them with dark eyes, legs spread. "how eager you are," they murmured, "to get between my thighs."

the speedster made a flustered noise and flashed with electricity, prepared to run back, but this time the villain was fast enough to yank them onto bed. the speedster yelped, cheeks red. the villain came close. the speedster scooted back.

"uhm," the speedster said, wide-eyed. their hair was floating up now, static electricity buzzing around their body. the villain felt the hair on their arms rise, but they pushed forward regardless. "aren't you worried i'll, like, shock you?"

"aren't you worried," the villain murmured, and placed a hand on their heaving chest, "that i'll do bad things to you? i'm a villain, after all."

the speedster made a funny noise. "like--" they cleared their throat. "like what?"

the villain leaned in, breath brushing delicately against the shell of their ear. "like this," they whispered, and shoved the speedster out onto the balcony.

the speedster yelped, and then sat up, looking at them in shock.

the balcony creaked on rusted hinges. the villain yanked the window down just as the speedster moved to climb back inside.

they stared at the villain in hopeless dread.

the balcony gave. the speedster plunged. and then the balcony underneath their's fell under their weight, and so on and so forth, a horrible cacophony of rusted, creaking metal giving way over and over again, the result of the city's municipality forgetting this run-down neighbourhood.

when there was no more sound the villain opened the window and peered down to look at the speedster lying in bloody metal. they groaned like a wounded animal.

in the low light of the streetlights the villain watched the speedster's body heal, the bones mending, the skin stitching itself.

delicately, they perched their chin over their palm. "i'll help," they said. "but i'll help as bad guys do. and if i ask for favours, consider it a chance to pay off this debt." they checked their nails idly, and picked at the grime underneath. god, this new development was making them feel better already.

the speedster wailed.

"don't worry, darling!" they called. "i'll fashion a nice suit for you as a gift." wound and aching body forgotten, they fished out one of the speedster's clothes and tugged it on, and headed down to help their new...sidekick? apprentice? whatever the speedster had just become to them, the villain was glad they were their problem to handle.

this was going to be one hell of a ride.

#yeah i watch justice league. yeah this is blatant flash plagiarism. idc #speedster #villain #superheroes #supervillains #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #speedster x villain #speedster/villain #if you squint #spilled ink #writeblr #writers on tumblr #kyles.writing #abr te speedsterxvillain tag. i changed the ending . i suppose even squinting will not help now #but i will leave that on there for the girlies who skipped their wp phase and went straight for c0h0 #i suppose u deserve an outlet....a space to grow....also it wouod be funny if they ended up together even after this stunt #just fucking hilarious imo #leaving that there. for the bit

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stellamancer · 1 year

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i wasn’t going to post this initially, but i tinkered it too much to just let it sit in my drafts lmao. i think i wrote this while working on another wip- i just really wanted to write a chase scene lmao. i’m a sucker for The Chase in all forms.

contains: fem reader, typical bkg potty mouth

You slam your train pass to the sensor, fidgeting impatiently as it registers and lets you pass. Once the gate opens you hurtle through, taking a second to look back and see how much distance is between you and your pursuer.

Not much— Bakugou’s at the gate, glaring daggers at you and you think maybe he’ll jump over it instead of paying the fare like everyone else. You don’t take the time to find out though, and barrel down the stairs to the platform, jumping three steps at a time. When you hit the ground you can sense Bakugou hot on your tail, but you don’t dare look back. You have to figure out which train to get on. Preferably one that’s about to leave.

You start running again, spotting a train that looks like it’s been sitting at the platform for a hot minute. That’s the one you need to board. You sprint toward it, dodging college students, salarymen and anyone else unlucky enough to be in your way.

Behind you, there’s a loud howling and you know it’s Bakugou.

Shit.

You were hoping he wouldn’t see which train you were going for.

It’s fine though.

Probably.

You throw yourself onto the nearest car and start moving, etiquette slowing you to a brisk walk as you head toward the next car. A couple girlish screams behind you alert you to Bakugou’s arrival onto the train. Inwardly, you curse and pray the fangirls can keep him distracted long enough for you to put some distance between the two of you.

You make it to the next car without issue, and you’re about to move onto the next one when you hear his voice behind you.

“Stop fucking running!”

If he were paying any attention then he'd know that you're not actually running you're walking, walking very, very fast. Not that it matters to him.

When you reach the next car you spot a sign that fills you with relief hanging above the door on the opposite end. If you can make it through that door then you're home free.

He’s close though, he’s very, very close. If you are just a touch too slow then he’ll catch you and it will be over.

You can sense him lunging for you and you say fuck it and just throw yourself at the door to the next car. He almost, almost gets you, his fingers brushing the back of your blouse as you pass through the threshold of the women’s only car.

Triumphant, you turn around and see him glaring at you on the other side of the door. There is naught but air between you, and you both know that technically Bakugou could just take a few steps forward, breaking the rules and enter the women’s only car to grab you if you were a villain or something like that.

But you’re not.

You giggle and stick your tongue out at him, clearly mocking him.

He scowls, annoyed and handsome and then slams his hand on the door frame connecting the two cars threateningly. “Betcha think yer so goddamn smart— running in there, but joke's on you, princess, ‘cause there’s nowhere else for you to run now.”

Slowly, you blink and turn, looking and sure enough you’ve run yourself right into a corner; this is the last passenger car.

Fear starts to crawl up your stomach, but you keep your expression neutral.

“Just you wait,” Bakugou snarls, sounding almost amused as you think of how you’re going to weasel your way out of this. “Yer gonna hafta get off eventually and when you do…”

He trails off, punctuating his threat with a malicious grin and you wonder why anyone ever gave this guy a hero license.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #nikuniku fics #i suppose it is x reader if u squint #it will get there in my daydreams #in case anyone want to know #he did pay the train fare #he's a good boy even tho his mouth is foul

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