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ohhhhh I love these!!

Summer vibes (tkjn821 ver.) 🦀🐚🫧🐋🫧🐙🪸

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i loved that moment with eiland so much

mean!Levi who calls you to his room after he’s had a shitty day and uses you as a cocksleeve

mean!Levi who has you choke and drool on his dick so it’s lubed enough to slam into you, bottoming out immediately with a hard grip on your ass

mean!Levi who shoves you into whatever position feels best for him, up against the wall, sprawled across his desk, over the arm of the couch so your dangling legs are helplessly spread for him

mean!Levi who almost never praises you but does keep up a steady stream of degrading talk, reminding you that you’re nothing but a hole for him to fill and telling you how filthy you are for getting soaked by his rough treatment

mean!Levi who immediately pulls out if you cum first and punishes you by teasing your entrance with his tip until you’re crying and begging for him to fuck you again, uselessly grinding your hips back against him while he stays just out of reach

mean!Levi who never kisses you, but will lean down as if he’s about to break the rule only to spit into your mouth and smirk as he watches you swallow

mean!Levi with an absurd amount of stamina, who can keep going without losing his rhythm until you’re a cock-drunk, overstimulated mess

mean!Levi who has enough discipline to pull out, but makes you clean up every drop of his cum with your tongue, after all he can’t stand a mess

Higuruma x Reader

cw: sub!Higuruma, dirty talk, established relationship, excerpt

You were being so mean. Poor Higuruma felt like he was being tortured. You sat across from him in the booth, bending low to make sure he could see down your low-cut top, before curling your tongue around your cocktail straw. You sucked it slowly, taking too much of the straw into your mouth with pouted lips. Under the table, you hooked your ankle around his, tugging to spread his legs. 

Higuruma shuddered, his knuckles white as he gripped the tablecloth. “You bloody tease,” he hissed. 

“Who, me? I’m just enjoying our dinner date,” you smiled. You kept eye contact as you slid your foot higher, brushing your stiletto heel against the bulge in his slacks. 

He clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m going to pay you back for this when we get home, my love,” he warned. 

“Oh I hope so.”

That would normally be as far as it went. You loved to rile Higuruma up in public, because you loved how he would put you in your place in private. But some dirty little part of you wanted to test the limits tonight, wanted to see just how far you could push him before he snapped.

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“Please, god, please,” he whimpered, crumpled at your feet. “I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll be so good for you…”

His groveling sent a surge of guilty pleasure down your spine. You bent down to his eye level, grinning wickedly. “Yeah? Gonna be a good boy for me, pretty thing?” You grabbed a fistful of his hair to make him nod. 

Tears sparked in his eyes at the sting of his scalp, but he let you puppet him into obedience. “Y-yes, yes I’m your good boy…”

You release him and straighten back up, staring down at him through your lashes. “You’re cute when you’re pathetic.”

Hiromi groaned raggedly, eyes fluttering closed at the insult. To his horror, he felt a wet stain spread across the front of his slacks, his aching cock leaking precum. “Please…say it again,” he murmured. 

Your eyebrows shot up. You had been confident that he was enjoying the dynamic, but the man almost came in his pants at being called pathetic? This was going to be so much fun. You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “Say what, baby?” 

Shame and arousal swirled in his gut, his dress shirt straining over his shoulders as he tensed. “Say I’m pathetic…”

You laugh. “I love you like this, my pretty, desperate, pathetic boy.”

The lawyer moaned, his head tipping back to stare up at you in adoration. “I’m yours,” he whispered thickly. 

“Yes you are.”

you know what they say about men with big noses ©

save me dorky little pixelated character save me!! yes I want your cake

Under the Stars ~ Eiland x Reader

a Fields of Mistria oneshot about stargazing at the Western Ruins! <3 // [ao3]

“We’re almost there!” Eiland’s hair shone in the moonlight as he waved you on, his eyes sparkling as he scrambled over the rocks. His excitement was contagious, and you found yourself echoing his breathless laughter as the two of you drew closer to the Western Ruins. “You’ve never seen anything like this, I promise,” he called over his shoulder, sliding down the dirt walls of the digsite. You followed much less gracefully, tumbling down after him in a puff of dusty earth. 

“Ah, perfect!” Eiland sprawled out next to you, heedless of his fine clothes, and folded his arms behind his head. “One step ahead of me as always.” He grinned. “Look up.” 

You let your gaze follow where he was pointing, straight into the night sky above you. “Oh wow…” 

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Wow.” You lay side by side in the sand under an inky veil dotted with countless stars. It felt as if the town had vanished, leaving no one on Earth but you and Eiland to witness the spectacle of the Mistrian sky.

“This is my favorite place in the world.” He stared up as he spoke, a gentle vulnerability in his tone. “It makes me feel so small, in the best way. I need that sometimes.” He turned to face you and tucked his hand under his chin like a little kid. “Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“Shh. Close your eyes for a second.” He reached for your hand and pressed your palm flat into the earth. With your eyes closed, the sounds of the summer night multiplied, Eiland’s soft breaths a top note to the symphony of cicadas and rustling grass. A thrill ran through you that had nothing to do with the cool breeze. His hand rested heavily on yours, as warm and soft as the sand itself. His touch grounded you, and as you cast your senses outward you felt something deep and peaceful settle on your shoulders. 

“Underneath us lies hundreds, thousands of years of history. People were born here, built homes here, had their own children here, died and were mourned and buried here. There are whole lifetimes scattered across this sand, this earth.” His voice was reverent, and you kept your eyes closed almost unthinkingly, letting him sweep you into his story. 

“All of that history beneath us, and the whole universe above us, so close you could reach out and brush the stars.” He gently curled his fingers into your palm, intertwining your hands. “It makes me feel so insignificant, but at the same time so connected to everything…like everything that matters is right here.” 

You loved the way that Eiland got so excited when he talked about his passions. You could listen to him wax poetic about ancient art and lost civilizations forever. But when you opened your eyes, he was looking right at you, his cheeks turned the same shade as his hair by a soft blush.

You couldn’t do anything but stare back at him for a moment, entranced by the way he looked at you, hopeful and vulnerable and gentle all at once. “I do feel it, Eiland,” you whispered, and he squeezed your hand. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather share this place with than you.” He reached out and brushed his thumb along your cheek. “There are stars in your eyes.”

It was your turn to blush, and you stammered an answer. “You…look really pretty right now, okay?”

Eiland laughed. “No I mean literally, the stars are reflected in your eyes!”

You threw your arm over your face, embarrassed, and he kept laughing as he pulled it back down. He smirked at you, raising one perfect eyebrow. “You think I’m really pretty?”

“Shut up, Eiland!” You laughed too, both of you giddy and blushing at each other. You moved closer, your shoulders touching as the two of you quieted and turned back to the sky. “But yes, I do.” 

You could hear the smile in his voice. “I think you’re really pretty too. As stunning and delicate and mesmerizing as an Alda Gem Bracelet!” There was the Eiland you knew, ever the archaeologist.

Hand in hand, you watched the stars wheel over your heads. Eiland named every constellation he could see and eagerly explained the meanings they had held for Mistria’s past civilizations.

He tore his eyes away from the heavens to look at you every so often, his eyes sparkling like you were one of his precious artifacts. 

Somewhere between retellings of long-lost legends you had drawn closer and closer together until you were snuggled into Eiland’s chest. He wrapped one arm around you while he gestured into the sky with the other, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

A shooting star fell just above you in a sudden streak of silver-green light. You both jumped, twin cries of “Did you see that?!” that dissolved into laughter. 

“Make a wish!”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I can hardly think of anything to wish for. I wouldn’t change anything about this moment.” His voice dropped, almost shy. “Would you?” 

“Maybe one thing.” You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Eiland sucked in a breath as you smiled against his skin.

“Oh…” He traced the spot where your lips had been with shaky fingers, wide-eyed and star-struck. A pale golden light spilled over the horizon, the first hint of daybreak. The stone ruins around you were backlit, and Eiland’s pink waves were haloed with the sunrise. You stayed curled together until the last star winked out. He never let go of your hand.

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an: if you made it this far, I would love to make more FOM moots!! I'm so in love with this game rn whew <3 hoping to write with Balor and March soon!

this dialogue stopped me in my tracks when I got it whew

big fan of the fields of mistria anime (based off a march dialogue i swear i got in game but didnt screenshot...)

the bachelors

this is so adorable aaaaa best bachelor Eiland!!

in eiland waiting room and suffering

Over-Under: SparringInstructor!Toji x Reader

cw: porn with feelings, love confessions, smut // wc: 2,805 // [ao3]

You gritted your teeth as the wind was knocked out of you again, landing flat on your back on the mat. “Aren’t I supposed to be learning something here?”

Toji grinned down at you. “You are, doll. You’re learning how to fall.”

You pushed yourself to a crouch and swept out a leg, trying to knock him off balance. He side-stepped you easily, the cocky grin never leaving his face. “Quit telegraphing your moves. I can tell what you’re going to do just from your eyes.”

“You piss me off, Fushiguro.”

“Then act like it, pretty thing.”

You lunged forward, driving your fist toward his stomach in what you hoped would be a devastating blow. He took the hit and let the momentum carry you both back, forcing you to stumble forward against his broad chest. He slid his arms around your waist, dropping his lips to your ear. 

“If you wanted me to hold you that bad, you could’ve just asked.”

You shoved away from him. “Some fucking trainer.” 

He laughed, holding both hands up in mock surrender. “So feisty. That’s about the only thing you have going for you right now.” 

“I’ll show you feisty, asshole.” You launched yourself at him again, this time ducking under his lazy jab and landing a hook to his ribs that knocked the air out of his lungs. Approval flashed across his face as he bent double to suck in a breath. 

“There ya go, doll. Keep thinkin’ about how much you hate me,” he teased, returning to a fighting stance and beckoning you closer. “Or didja just get lucky?”

You brought your gloves up to your temples and rushed him again, letting anger carry you more than technique. He bobbed and weaved around your swings, surprisingly agile for a man of his bulk. He expertly maneuvered you into a corner. It wasn’t until your back hit a wall that you realized you were caged in.

He braced his hands on the wall above your head, leaning down into your space. “Good try, doll. You’re gettin’ better.” This close, you could see sweat beading on the tips of his choppy black bangs. You hated how much you liked the look of him like this, his tight black top soaked through and throwing every ridge and ripple of muscle into sharp relief. 

Toji followed your line of sight, a smirk spreading over his lips. “Like what you see?” Your scoff of denial was entirely unconvincing, and he knew it. “I don’t blame ya.” He flexed his biceps and gave you a stupid wink that made your stupid heart skip a beat.

“In your dreams.” You try to sound nonchalant, but your voice cracks. He’s so close. You can feel the heat coming off him, smell the exertion that somehow just makes you want more, makes you want to taste the salt-musk of him. You moved to duck under his arms and he brought them down to your shoulders, flattening his palms against the wall on either side of you. 

“Tapping out already, doll? There’s so much more I could show ya.” His voice is lower now, rough and promising. His gaze burned down your body, then dragged back up to your lips. “Maybe some things I could learn from you.” His smile is crooked, sharp, devastating. You want to suck at the faint scar that marks the corner of his mouth, but instead you laugh lightly.

“Like what?”

“Hmm, let me see.” He tilted his head at you, feigning thought. “Like how your lips taste.” He leaned closer. “What sounds you make when you come.” 

You trembled, pressing closer to the wall as if to ground yourself. You’d thought he’d at least beat around the bush a little longer, give you a chance to salvage your pride. You risked another glance down his body, this time taking in the sharp curve of his narrow waist and the expanse of his muscled thighs. Your breath hitched at the sight of the bulge that pressed against his joggers. 

“You see what you do to me?” Toji held your chin and gently tilted your head back up to face him. “But I bet you’re soaked through those cute little leggings, huh? I’ve seen how you look at me, doll. I wasn’t born yesterday.” He said it so casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it was. 

He snaked one big arm around your waist and pulled you to him, your body flush against his. His hold was firm, but gentle, and you couldn’t remember any of the techniques he’d been teaching you to break it. Your brain was completely empty, taken over by the distance between your lips and his mouth. 

“Go on, escape,” he whispered, his raspy voice shuddering through your chest. “Unless you don’t want to.”

You stood there dumbly, lips parted in a little “oh”. He bent and dragged his lips along your jaw, messy and demanding. You melted into the sensation, eyes closed in bliss as his nose slid along your cheekbone. His heavy breath puffed against your face, and you shuddered as you felt him smile, teeth sharp against soft skin.

“Seems like you don’t wanna escape, doll. Am I right? Is this lesson over?” A smug grin spread over his face as he continued kissing down your neck, lips hard and demanding over your racing pulse point. “Because it seems like I won.”

You reached up to drape your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and digging your nails into his shoulders. “You win, asshole,” you murmured into his chest, angling your head back in an invitation he eagerly accepted, hot kisses trailing down to your collarbones. 

“Mmm, but you’re gettin’ better,” he said, rough hands around your waist, shoving your tank top up. Toji dropped to his knees, his eager mouth now ravaging your stomach, your hips, up along your ribs and the swell of your tits. He moaned against your skin, the feeling sending sparks down your spine. You clutched at his hair, pressing him impossibly closer.

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” he groaned, pulling away from you just long enough to tear his shirt over his head and toss it away. “Why dontcha see if you can pin me down?” 

You’d never back down from a challenge, especially not one given by the man who was currently kneeling at your feet, shirtless and glistening like a Greek god. You launched forward, aiming to tackle his shoulders and knock him off balance. The move worked perfectly, and in a few seconds you were panting on top of him, staring into his warm eyes as he huffed on his back on the mat. He looked proud of you, and it made you want to devour him. 

You sat up slowly, straddling his hips with a smirk of your own. “Gotcha, Fushiguro.”

“Yeah you do,” he breathed, almost reverent as he gazed up at you. “Damn good view, doll. Now that you have me, what are you gonna do with me?” 

The question made you throb, aching for him, and he knew it by the way you squirmed on his lap. The friction made his cock jump in response, and he sucked air through his teeth, big hands holding your hips still. “Careful,” he chided softly. 

“Why? We both know what comes next.” He laughed, effortlessly lifting you off of him and gently pushing you back on the mat. 

“Impatient for me, huh? You missed daddy’s cock that bad?”

“Shut up,” you whined, swiping at his stone abs above you with a weak shove. 

“Oh, I will, don’t worry.” He slid your leggings down your hips to  reveal your soaked panties. He nuzzled his nose against the wet spot and inhaled your scent. “Mmmm. Love my girl like this,” he sighed. You couldn’t help moaning at the pressure. You bucked your hips down on his face, chasing the friction desperately, and he laughed into your cunt. “I love that you love getting manhandled, kinky little thing.” He pulled away to smile wickedly. “Or is it just me that has you so messy? Would you still be this wet if I was all sweet and nice to ya?”

You mewled and reached down for his hair, trying to force him back down, but he easily evaded you to continue his teasing. “No, really. Would you be dripping on my tongue if all I did was give you sweet lil’ kisses? Maybe I should find out…” A faraway look crossed his face in the space of a heartbeat, too quick to question. He pulled your leggings up and settled himself over you again, making good on his threat with a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. His scarred hands were shockingly soft in your hair as he gently brushed it from your forehead so he could press another kiss there. He cupped your cheek in one calloused palm, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip as he looked into your wide eyes. “Look so beautiful spread out under me,” he rumbled, the praise foreign on a tongue more used to talking shit. 

“Thank you,” you answered hesitantly, feeling suddenly fragile. He huffed a laugh and ran his hand through his hair. He must’ve hit you harder than you thought, because you almost thought you could see a blush on his cheeks as he leaned back down to you.

“I’m no good at this kinda thing,” he mumbled into your neck. 

For a moment, you couldn’t believe you heard him right. It wasn’t until you felt his shuddered breath against your skin that you processed what you heard. You wrapped your arms around his back, holding him close to fight the sudden fear that he would run and deny it all. 

“Like what?” You asked, breaking the tense silence. 

“Lovin’ you,” came his breathless answer. You tangled your fingers in his hair to tug his head back, searching for any hint that he was lying, that this was another tease. All you saw was an aching vulnerability in his deep blue eyes, his lips tight-pressed to keep from trembling. 

“Toji, you- what are you saying?”

“You heard me, doll. Don’t make me say it again,” he pleaded.

All you could do in response was draw him into a kiss, your mouth silently forming all the words that caught in your throat. He moaned into your mouth, the sound sending a pang to your chest. You had never felt him like this, stripped of his bravado and dominance, broken open in your arms.

“Toji, oh, Toji,” you breathed, gasping between deep kisses. His tongue pressed against your lips and you let him in, shivering at the insistent swipe of him exploring your mouth. You had fucked dozens of times, on the sparring mat, in the locker room, in the back of his car- but this kiss felt like the first time you had ever touched him.

You pulled his hair harder, your back arched into his grasp. You could feel his heart pounding, an echo of your own dizzied beat. You fumbled blindly for his waistband and dragged it down without breaking the kiss. Toji growled as his cock sprang free, the tip flushed and pearled with precome.

“Baby, can I-” Before you could finish asking permission he pushed himself into your hand, past caring how needy it made him, beyond anything but assuaging the want that coursed through him. He was undone from the moment you kissed him, the moment you accepted his confession without being horrified or laughing in his face.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock, smearing it with precome as you pumped your fist along his shaft. He shuddered as you worked him, heavy-lidded eyes staring down at where you held him tight. You had just settled into a rhythm when he pushed you away to tear your leggings down, impatient with the tight fabric. You laughed and lifted your hips to help give him access, and he groaned at the sight of your arousal leaking down your thighs. 

He cradled your head in his hand as he lowered you back down on the mat, making sure you were comfortable before he grasped his cock and aligned it with your drooling cunt. His breath hitched as he felt your heat around his tip, and it took all his effort to keep from slamming to the hilt. Instead, he pressed his forehead to yours, his voice betraying all his vulnerability and hope. 

“Do you still want this? Want- me? Knowing how I feel about you?”  

“I want you, Toji Fushiguro. More than anything.” You held his face in your hands, drinking in the look of awe that crept over it at your affirmation.

“Fuck doll. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that.” He rocked his hips forward as he captured your lips in an ardent kiss, the sweetness deepened by the feel of his thick length sliding against your fluttering walls. You wiggled your hips down to meet him, swallowing his moan. 

He set a rapid pace, the normal roughness of your couplings tempered with newfound passion as he kissed you harder, his hands adoring every inch of your exposed flesh. 

Your head fell back as he pounded into you, every stroke sending sparks down your spine. You wrapped your legs around him, your heels bouncing on his taut ass as he rutted deeper from the new angle. Every drag of his cock felt like it was stretching you wider, each twitch pressing his thick veins into your throbbing cunt. Your orgasm crept up your stomach, the pressure building as Toji messily kissed you in time with his thrusts.

“Toji, I- fuck, oh god, I…!” You squeezed your eyes shut, breath forced out of your lungs as he hiked your thighs to your shoulders.

“Yeah, baby? What do ya wanna say? I’m fuckin’ you dumb, huh? You feel so goddamn good, open those pretty eyes so I can see ya,” he babbled.

You opened your eyes, the words tumbling out of your parted lips with a rush of adoration and adrenaline. “I…I love you, Fushiguro!”

His hips stuttered. “Baby, you- fuck, you mean that?” He breathed hard, his eyes sparkling as they stared down at your flushed face. 

“Of course I do,” you cried, “I love you, I love you, love- you,” you kissed his face on each repetition of the phrase, salty skin against eager lips. A smile like the sun broke over Toji’s face, somehow both at odds with and perfectly fitting the brutal way he fucked you into the mat. He slammed wildly into you, his technique traded for intensity as he chased your frantic hips with his own. He gathered you effortlessly into his strong arms, holding you against his sweat-gilded chest. 

“Feel like I’m dreamin’, you’re too good for me, perfect lil’ doll,” he moaned.

“All yours,” you pant, curling into him, feeling his cock reach impossibly deep inside of you.

“Fuck, say that again,” he demanded.

“All yours, Toji, I’m all yours, all fuckin’ yours,” you said desperately, whole body thrumming with the need to come, to feel him come, to take everything he had to give. 

“You’re killin’ me,” he moaned, all rhythm abandoned as he buried himself into you, bouncing you on his muscular thighs like a toy. You rocked your hips against him as he bottomed out, the friction against your swollen clit rocketing you to your peak. You came with his name on your lips, your limp body held up by his cock and his corded forearms beneath your back. 

He followed you over the edge, his face twisted in ecstasy as he buried it in your neck, thick ropes of come poured deep into your womb. Some of it leaked out around his base, your juices mixing with his creamy seed as it ran down your trembling thighs. His grip didn’t weaken even as he softened inside of you. He held you even tighter, murmuring praise into your hair as his muscles relaxed. You stroked his cheek with a shaky hand, soft kisses along his sharp jaw.

A little of his old self showed in the smirk on his scarred lips. “You love me, huh? You really meant that?”

You rolled your eyes without any malice. “Yeah, I did. I do. Don’t make me regret admitting it, Fushiguro.”

He grinned and made a show of crossing his heart. “Wouldn’t dream of it, babydoll. Doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on ya in training, though…”

You shoved him lightly, as if his come wasn’t currently drying sticky between your legs. “Don’t you dare. I’ll win the next round.”

His smile was cocky and real and dazzling. “Sure ya will. I can’t wait.”

when someone kisses someone else on the cheek suddenly and they're all dazed and blushy and just kinda stand there in shock and slowly lift up their hand to gently touch the spot where they were kissed like they can't believe it and still feel the other person's lips...especially if they've already walked away... UGH I need to write something just to put this trope in I love it too much

Kiss Me Thru the Phone - Soulja Boy ☎️💋

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

CUTIES

New salarymen added!!

The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

average experience in your late 20s

October 31, 2018 - 7:30pm

cw: angst, established relationship, hurt/no comfort [ao3]

“How many times are we going to have this conversation, Kento?”

Her husband put his head in his hands. “I’m sorry, my love. I am. This was never what I wanted for us.”

“Then why don’t you change it? Why are you still working yourself to death?”

Nanami dragged his hands down his face. “There are people that rely on me. Children. You know I wanted out before it ever got to this point, but I can’t abandon them now.”

Her face twisted. “What about our children, Kento? How much longer are we going to wait?”

He slumped, and guilt flared in her stomach. It was a low blow and they both knew it. Nanami and his wife, Lina had wanted children for years, but it was never the right time. Nanami’s job was always too demanding. In his darker moods he considered it a lapse of judgement that he had allowed Lina to shoulder the burden of loving him, let alone bringing children into it. He had told himself for years that he would marry and settle down when he was out of the sorcery game for good. He never wanted his spouse to lie awake wondering if he’d be coming home alive.

Unfortunately for Nanami’s virtuous plans, he had fallen hard and fast for Lina. The moment they met, wide, earnest eyes locking over the pastry case in his favorite bakery, he knew that she was a woman he would break his rules for.

Lina had always known that loving Kento would come with sacrifices. He had always been honest with her about the realities of his life, and she had never regretted the trade. Recently, though, the late nights had been piling up. Nanami would stagger through the door at two or three in the morning, his handsome face bloodied and bruised. He never wanted to talk about what had happened on those nights, and she would patch him up and comfort him as best as she could. But even when he was lying beside her in their bed, her husband felt like he was a million miles away.

The work-life boundaries he had been so careful to maintain were crumbling, and Lina was terrified of what would happen when they were completely gone. It was that fear that she was hiding with her anger now.

“Do you even care about me any more? Maybe it would be easier if you could come home to an empty apartment. No one to worry about whether you’re alive or dead.”

Nanami recoiled like he’d been slapped. “Is that how you think I feel?”

“I don’t know!” Lina cried. “That’s the problem, Kento, I never know! You’re always so stoic, so goddamn self-sacrificial, I never know what’s going on in your head. I don’t need you to protect me!”

He stepped closer, reaching for her hands. “I know. I know. But you don’t understand…” Nanami cut himself off with a curse, knowing it was the wrong thing to say.

Lina jerked her hands away from his. “You won’t give me the chance to!” They stared at each other for a long moment, breathing hard. Nanami clenched his fists at his sides, aching to reach out to her but unwilling to try again after she pulled away. Nanami’s phone rang out in the silence, startling them both.

“You have to take that, right?” Lina rolled her eyes.

“No. I don’t. Nothing is more important than this.” Nanami looked pained, but resolutely ignored the call. That is, the first time. As soon as the ringtone cut off, it started back up again. Whoever was on the other line wasn’t giving up. “Please, love, talk to me. I’m listening.” Nanami switched off the ringer and made a show of placing the phone on the coffee table.

Where it promptly started vibrating so hard that it fell to the floor, face-up. Call from: Gojo Satoru.

Lina bit her lip and looked away. “You really do have to take it.”

“I don’t care, okay? Fuck that. I’m clocked out. I want to fix this, Lina, please.”

She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. “I feel so selfish.”

“Don’t say that-”

“No, I am. I’m selfish because I know how strong you are, and how much they need you, and I still want to keep you here with me.” Lina’s voice broke. “I know that other people would be hurt if I asked you to give it all up, and I still-” She swallowed a sob and closed the distance between them, pressing her face into his chest. “Kento, I’m still asking.”

Nanami felt the world shudder on its axis. He knew she would never ask that of him if she didn’t mean it, if they hadn’t reached a breaking point. “Lina…”

His phone buzzed again from the floor. This time a contact photo flashed on the screen, a grinning boy with pink hair. In a few seconds Nanami registered the call, how late at night it was, how rarely the kid contacted him directly. Something was wrong. Lina sensed it too, and her face fell as she stepped aside. “Take it.”

“Itadori, what’s wrong?” Nanami pressed the phone to his ear, trying to calm his breathing while keeping his eyes on his wife, who had curled into herself on the couch. “Why are you calling at this time?”

The boy sounded frantic. “Nanamin, Gojo Sensei said he hasn’t been able to reach you! There’s something happening in Shibuya, a curtain-” static crackled over his words, “civilians- need help-”

“Itadori? Itadori I can’t hear you, what’s going on? A curtain was cast in Shibuya?”

Lina’s head snapped up, watching her husband nervously. The call dropped with a dismal beep, and Nanami turned to her. “Lina, you heard everything.” He looked helpless. “Itadori is a child. I have a duty…”

She shook her head, eyes fixed on the floor. “I know, Kento. I know how you feel about those kids, and I love you for it. But I can’t take back what I said.”

He nodded gravely, and crossed the room in two steps to kneel by the couch. He reached for her hands, and this time, she didn’t pull away. “I love you, Lina. I want to give you the life you deserve. I want to give our family that life.”

He brushed away her tears with the back of his hand. “I’m needed in Shibuya. But after that, my love,” his voice shook, the closest he could get to tears in front of her. “My wife. I’ll be all yours. I swear it.”

“I want to believe you,” she whispered. “But there’s always going to be another mission.”

Nanami shook his head firmly. “Not after this. I promise you.” She watched him wordlessly as he strapped on his blunt blade and pressed his glasses to his nose. “Itadori is growing so quickly. He hardly needs me anymore, Lina. Really.” He shrugged on his blazer and she rose to tighten his speckled tie and smooth his lapels like she always did.

“I love you, Kento.”

“I love you too, Lina. More than anything.” She had already turned away when he looked back, halfway out the door.

oh no my pornography is turning into an angst-filled character study

I tend to do an excessive amount of research for my fics, even when they’re pure smut, and unfortunately this is the result 😔

Shiu Kong x Reader

cw: sub!Shiu, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, established relationship // wc: 1187 // [ao3] // an: this is the first of my Pathetic!JJKmen series, thank you to all who fed my delusions in this poll 🤭

Shiu clutched his phone in a white-knuckle grip, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “Baby, you’re cruel.” 

Your breathing hitched as your hands dipped lower, curling a finger into yourself as you listened to him whine. “I know, I know,” you sighed. “But you love it, don’t you?”

His groan crackled through your speakers. “Fuck yes, love it when you’re mean to me…” You heard the faint sounds of skin on skin as he fisted himself to the sound of your voice.

You let out a gasp as you stroke yourself, letting him hear it along with the swish of your sheets as you squirm in pleasure. His heartbeat quickened, his mind racing with every variation of mental image he could conjure to fit the faint sounds you were allowing him to hear.

He was away for work so often, and though you did your best to grin and bear it, sometimes you just had to show him how much you missed him. Just had to make him listen to the sound of you coming undone, all by yourself, while he listened helplessly from whatever hotel room he was stuck in. 

“If only you were h-here…” you huff out, grinding down against your fingers, circling your clit ruthlessly as you chase your high. “But you’re so far away, don’t even care about me…”

Shiu closes his eyes, heat rushing to his cheeks. “Baby, you know I wanna be there. You know that, right?” He’s pleading, gravel-voice cracking as his hand speeds up, his cock flushed and aching at the lack of you. “You’re killing me, babydoll. S’not fair…”

You pout alone in your room, hoping he hears it. “What’s not fair is you leaving me here, all alone, forced to get off all by myself…”

He’s rapidly losing what’s left of his self-control, sure you can hear his heartbeat through the phone. “Princess, if I was there right now…” He moans raggedly, working himself furiously, wishing it was your tight heat enveloping him instead of his calloused palm.

“What would you do?” You ask, desperate to know, desperate to make him tell you.

“I’d kiss you senseless. I’d take your breath away, make you forget your name, I’d worship that perfect pussy, make sure you felt how crazy you make me, goddamn…”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if you would. Sounds to me like work is more important, hmm?” You tease yourself, putting the perfect amount of pressure on your swollen clit, imagining it’s his fingers, his tongue.

“N-no, baby, fuck no, you know I had to go on this trip, c’mon, don’t do this to me,” he whimpers out. Such a delicious, needy sound. You can see the flush on his stubbled cheeks, the sweat on his hairline as he arches into his own touch. 

“Spit on it,” you whisper.

“What?” 

“You heard me. Spit on it. Wanna hear how messy you are for me,” you say softly, knowing the words will send him spiraling. You hear him swallow and the sound of him shifting nervously.

“Yeah? That’s what you want, princess?”

“Mhmm.” You wait.

You hear him suck in a breath, then the unmistakable sound of him spitting on his own cock. It’s dirty, it’s degrading, and it makes you throb, from the obedience even more than from the wet plaps of him thrusting hard into his spit-soaked hand. 

“Good boy, Shiu,” you purr, and he moans louder, chest heaving as he gasps. He’s burning up, sweat pooling at the back of his neck and behind his knees.

“Miss you so bad, baby, miss you so bad it hurts, never gonna leave you again, gonna quit my job,” he babbles, head falling back as he chases his high.

“Don’t you dare come until I do,” you warn, adding moans of your own to his chorus as you circle your clit faster, harder, tracing the frantic patterns that never fail to get you off.

“I won’t,” he answers instantly, and you love that he knows his place.

“You’re so naughty, baby,” you coo. “All hot and desperate just from my pretty voice, huh?”

“Yes, yes, you sound incredible, you know what it does to me,” he almost sobs, using all his strength to hold himself back, to wait for you.

You reach for the vibrator on your nightstand and flick it on, holding it against your clit with an overstimulated shudder. “Keep talking,” you pant, closing your eyes as you near your peak. 

“Princess, I’ll do anything you say,” Shiu sighs, the slick glide of his fist slowing as he focuses on you. “I’m yours, is that what you wanna hear? I’m yours, always have been, always will be, you’re everything to me baby,” he murmurs.

“Mmmmngh too…sweet,” you grit out, grinding down hard against the toy in your hand. 

He’s stunned to silence for a moment, a blush creeping up his neck as he continues in a lower voice, “Too sweet, hm? I get it, you want me to say something filthy, something to show you how bad I wish it was me between your legs instead of that stupid little toy. You’re killing me, princess.” Another ragged breath. “I’m your slut, yeah? You’ve got me jerking off like some teenager in this goddamn hotel, getting off to the sound of your breathing as you fuck yourself…” 

Your thighs tense, trembling as you get closer, as you hear Shiu confess to you.

“...and I love it. I love being your slut, love when you torture me over the goddamn phone. If I were there I’d show you, get on my knees and drown in you, wouldn’t waste a drop…” He pumps his fist faster again, desperate to get off, drunk on the image of you and the mewling, gasping sounds that spill from his phone. “Fuck baby, please, I’m so close…”

You imagine the angry flush of his cock, the precome dribbling from the swollen tip, the throb of it, rock-solid in his hand. “Shiuuuu,” you moan, your orgasm rushing over you, brutal and intense. You clench the sheets in your hands, muffling your moans into your pillow, your phone close enough to capture everything and send it to your desperate lover.

Shiu recognizes the sound of your release, and gratefully, mercifully, thrusts up into his fist with your name on his lips. He comes hard, thick ropes of creamy white come that mix with the spit already coating his length. He shudders as he goes limp. “Baby, you kill me,” he groans.

You shed the dominant persona as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm, nothing left but the ache of being by yourself in the too-big bed. “I miss you, Shiu,” you whisper, vulnerable in the aftermath. 

“I miss you too, princess. I’ll be home soon,” he says softly.

“Be careful, okay?”

“I always am.”

“Can you stay on the phone tonight?”

“I always do.” You hear the warm smile in his voice. The crackle of static connects you as you both get comfortable in your separate rooms, drawn to sleep by the slow, steady sigh of each others’ breathing.

Thinking about Asshole!Getou with a mean mouth and even meaner hips…

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He’d have your face pressed to the silken sheets, a deft hand heavy on the back of your neck as he bullies his fat cock deeper and deeper inside of your drooling pussy, his other hand forcing you into a deep, bruising arch. It’s been hours. You’re utterly and completely gone—mouth wide as you pant and mewl beneath him, drooling while you grind back to meet the furious thrust of his hips.

“You’re suuuchhh a slut…” he huffs, angling his hips downward to fuck the head of his cock against your sloppy walls, “you’re takin’ allll my cock like such a fuckin’ slut—hah, look how you arch for me,” a hand is reaching between your legs to bully your clit, “sound so stupid babbling like that… such a pretty, stupid lil’ slut, huh? Do you even hear yourself?” A cruel, shit-eating grin is twisting his lips. He’s so mean.

As you’re fixing your lips to whine dumbly, a big hand is clamping over your gaped mouth, muffling your cries of rapture. Suguru is pulling you upright by the hand that holds your face, pressing his chest to your backside so that he can fuck you closer—his nose pressed to the back of your neck, lips brushing your shoulders.

“Shhhhh—shut the fuck uppp… don’t wanna hear you anymore,” it’s a low, strangled whisper, lips pressed to your ear so that you really hear him, “you understand? You’re gonna shut the fuck up and take it like the nasty girl you are. You begged me to fuck you like this… you got on your knees for it, remember?” A dexterous hand is creeping up your neck, choking you.

The repetitive, dulling strike of his heavy balls against your swollen clit is forcing your tongue out of your mouth. Now, it dangles from the corner of your parted lips like a dumb little puppy. All you can do is gasp and writhe against him, your limp, fucked-out body suspended into the air as he drills in and out of your desperate, slabbering hole. And oh, how you suck him in so greedily in too, like his cock is made for you.

Fuck, he’s going to kill you.

~ key: ☁️fluff / 🔥smut / ☕️domestic / 🥀angst

~ requests/asks: open and welcomed!

~ current hyperfixations: JJK, AOT, Trigun, Fields of Mistria

Jujutsu Kaisen

[short form!]

Oblivious!Nanami ☁️🔥 Newlywed!Nanami ☁️🔥☕️ Dad!Nanami ☁️☕️ Husband!Nanami on his birthday ☁️🔥☕️ Husband!Nanami on a date ☁️☕️ Husband!Nanami finds you reading in bed ☁️☕️ pre-Shibuya!Nanami 🥀 Sleepy!Higuruma ☁️☕️ Warming!Higuruma 🔥 sub!Higuruma 🔥 sub!Shiu Kong 🔥 ex!Gojo 🥀 Ghost!Satosugu Drabble 🥀 JJK men on a road trip ☁️🔥 JJK men and your thighs 🔥 JJK men panic attack comfort ☁️

[long form!]

Nanami Kento Kento's Stress Toy 🔥 Hands-On [+Ino Takuma]🔥 I'm just a kid (and life is a nightmare) [teen Papamin] ☁️☕️ Under the Circumstances [sex pollen] 🔥 Bakery Girl and Salaryman ☁️ Sex on the Beach 🔥 Toji Fushiguro Make You Better [ex] ☁️🥀 Over-Under [sparring instructor] 🔥 Shiu Kong Princess Treatment 🔥☕️

Trigun

Like Real People Do [Vashwood] ☁️🥀 Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy('s Gun) [Vash] 🔥 Last Rites [Vashwood] 🥀 Birthday!Vashwood ☁️

Attack on Titan

EruriWeek2024 [Authority Kink prompt] 🔥 Loser!Reiner ☁️ Don't cry over spilled tea [Levi] 🔥 Mean!Levi 🔥 Clean Sheets [Levi] 🔥 Ghost!Eruri Drabble 🥀

Fields of Mistria

Under the Stars [Eiland] ☁️

Mob Psycho 100

All tied up with no place to go [Reigen Arataka] 🔥