ROOMATE!IWAIZUMI Loves The Way Your Face Looks When You Come Home From Work And Find Him Lounging Shirtless

Reader sees Dabi in an alley by accident and tries to get away quietly but Dabi sees her and brings her into the alley. He has her up the wall with a hand firmly around her neck but not chocking her but enough to threaten her. He asks for her personal info and takes pictures of her for reference just in case anything happens. And he looks at her more closely and he's like wow she's always more pretty. So he thinks for a bit and makes a deal you get out in one piece if you let me fuck you. The reader already knew he was giving her a false sense of choice so she agrees. Dabi likes her submissiveness so he gave her the choice of the location to fuck. And while she is thinking Dabi is already so handsy with her. Kissing her neck and running his hands up and down her body. He's like 'if you don't pick quick im fucking you here in the alley'. And she eventually picks a love hotel not too far from them. Once they were done fucking it's the next morning and Dabi is gone but she checks her phone messages and there's a lot of photos and videos of them together in different positions and a note at the end

See you next time Doll~

💙Dabi

(the blackmail really gets me fr😭)

TW: DUBCON, blackmail, noncon pictures and video taking, a hint of coercion. Work was always so boring, you wanted something fun. There was nothing fun about serving drunk men alcohol as they thanked you with raunchy comments. Trying to grope you while you were just doing your job. Complaining about their "bitch wife" in a drunken slur then passing out. The money was good though.. and your co-workers weren't awful. But that really didn't mean anything in the end.

It was too much, you just needed a cigarette and then you could finish your shift then go home and sleep the rest of the night away. It was warm outside, pretty too. Sky full of different shades of blue, no clouds in sight. It was quiet surprisingly, considering you weren't in the best part of town. The attacks from the League of Villains ramping up by tenfold, charred bodies appearing in multitudes. Consumed by beautiful azul flames licking away at ash. Some were lucky though, if you could even call it that, some people were burned so bad they were disfigured, leaving ugly third degree burns on their face and arms. Hopefully they weren't in this part of the city yet.

But then again, the heros were on their ass.. so it's possible. Leaning your head back against the wall, you sigh out, closing your eyes for a couple seconds before you hear footsteps. Your eyes snap open as your head snaps to the sound. There's a man in a black tattered coat, he looks exhausted. Purple burnt skin attached to healthy skin by staples. Tattered clothes with mangy boots.

Holy shit, it can't be... they shouldn't be in this part of the city, not this soon anyway. You have too get out, now. You try to be quiet, you really do, but you can't be quiet wearing heels. You mistook a step, catching the eye of the assailant. His piercing blue eyes shoot up towards you, a sick grin crawling up on his lips. As he walks closer, stumbling back you trip over your heels. He chuckles at you, grabbing your arms too lift you up, "easy there doll, what's your problem, hm? You scared?" You swallow down the dry air, shaking your head at him as you try to shake off his grip. But his hold on you just tightens, reminds you of a boa constrictor, trying too keep his prey at bay.

He presses you into the wall with an-unassuming amount of strength, pressing into you as he leans down towards your ear. "Where you goin, doll? I'm not gonna hurt you... if you comply that is." Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod into his chest, trying too control your breathing. You inhale deeply before stuttering out a response. "What did you, uh.. what did you want from me..?" There's a sniffle between your words.

"Mmm, yeah, need something real bad baby, think you can help me, hm?" You swallow down your spit, hesitantly nodding at him. "I- uh... I think, what did you need Sir.." He chuckles at that, running his nose up and down your cheek, inhaling deeply into your hair. "Sir, huh? You into that dolly?" You feel your fingers twitch against his tattered coat as you shake your head at him.

"N-no.. I just- I don't know your name..so," he leans back at that. Eyeing you up and down he grins, "that's cute baby, you really don't know who I am? That makes me a little sad honestly, but it's Dabi... I like Sir much better though, what do you think?" You swallow again, your right hand rubbing up and down your left arm, as your eyes look to the side. Rolling his eyes, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "Nah ah, don't look away from me, I'm not done talking to you bitch." Licking your lips, you swallow before looking up at him again. "There you go, you gonna behave for? Gonna help me with my... big problem babydoll, hm? Say, "Yes Sir." Your left hand twitches before you nod up at him, "Yes Sir, i'll help you with your... big problem." He hums at you before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and smirking at you. "I knew you would, you're so good, huh? Gonna let you pick the location cause' you're being so sweet for me... go 'head." You sniffle before licking your lips and nodding again. He hums, rubbing his thumb over your cheek and pulling down your bottom lip. "I wanna... can we go to the love hotel.. it's only a couple blocks away.. I want my first time to be.. a little special." He grins, pulling you towards his side with an arm wrapped around you. "Ahh, little slut's a virgin, wouldn't 've guessed." You try to shuffle away at that but he just tightens his hold around you. "C'mon baby, I was just joking, I'll behave from now on, promise," he snickers. It take's a minute to get there, with Dabi trying to get there as quickly as possible... his problem continuously growing as you walk with him. The hotel is pretty run down, smelling of weed and sex. The painting is peeling from the walls as women and men alike are staggering around and theirs people making out just outside the hotel, grinding and sliding their hands down the others clothes. "This is where you wanted your special moment?" He raises an eyebrow at you as he throws a wad of bills on the check-in desk. You huff at him, "it's better then some sleazy alleyway, surrounded by heroin needles." You retort, grabbing the key from him and walking to the room. He follows closely behind not failing to be as touchy as possible while you open the door. He ushers you into the room as he pins you against the wall and getting to work marking up your neck.

You try to slow your heart rate as your hands ball in his shirt, with a hiss he grinds his cock into your thigh. Nipping at your collar bone and running his tongue over your jugular as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him more access as you run your hands up his shirt. He chuckles into your neck, pulling your shirt over your head and sucking your nipples through your bra. He laughs against your chest when you let out a choked whimper, clawing at his stomach. He huffs before snapping your bra from the back and sucking nipple and playing with the other, pinching it and leaving hickeys between your tits. He grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards the bed and throwing on it face first. Your breasts flat against the rough-feeling mattress, as you try to get up, he pushes you back against it, a hand holding pressed into the curve of your lower back. "Nah ah, fucking stay.. don't need you IDing me now princess." You breathe out softly and nod into the sheets, your body relaxing against the bed while he pulls your pants and panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You hear him groan from behind you, he runs a warm hand over your ass before slapping it a couple times and chucking when you squeeze your legs shut. "Dirty little bitch, you want it real bad, yeah? Yeah you fuckin' do, say please and I might fuck you with the tip bitch." You whine into the sheets, salty tears leaking down your cheeks and staining the sheets. He chuckles, taking a hand and pushing your head down into the mattress as his other hand unzips and takes off his pants, his boxers being pulled down in the process, he spreads your pussylips apart before leaning down and spitting on your clit, before fucking his tip into your cunt and groaning when he feels you tighten around him. Your pussy feels so good, warm and tight, just how he likes it. He fucks into you harder, using a hand to stabilize himself next to your head as he fucks into you harder. He's so big, you can feel him in your stomach, it hurts a little, stretching so wide to accommodate him as he growls in your ear. You're so deep into it, your head so fogged up that you don't hear the camera shutters or feel him spread you wide as he films the two of you locked together. He fucks you good, you'll give him that, you don't remember passing out as he fucked into you, waking up to your familiar ringtone of your phone as you sit up, breasts spilling over the blanket as you lean towards the bedside table... 'Dabi' left you a text, "I had a fun night doll, I know you did too.. or else you wouldn't 've passed out on my cock, It was good wasn't it, I know it was, don't worry you can tell me in person when I come see you again. You're the best pussy I've had in a while if I'm being honest. Pretty wet pussy too, It's like a hug for my dick, if you will lol. Also, don't even think about trying to get away .. unless you want these getting leaked to your boss and family pretty baby." A couple seconds later six pictures and four videos pop up. Now it all makes sense... he wasn't worried about being Ided, you had already seen his face, plue he gave you his name... you're screwed literally.

WHEN THEY SEE YOU AFTER A LONG TIME APART

- flufffff ack i love these boys too much

- includes: draken, baji, & mitsuya

- DRAKEN stops dead in his tracks, staring at you with a wide-eyed expression. “Y/N?” You grin at his deer-in-headlights look. “Surprise!” He puts one foot in front of the other, heavy steps saying everything he can’t. He gradually grows faster, breaking into a run and throwing his arms around your neck. “I missed you.” He mumbles against your shoulder, his arms wrapped firmly around you. You can feel his breaths as he finally, finally gets to hug the one he’s been waiting for.

- BAJI just grins as he sees your hopeful face peering at him through his window. He can’t stop smiling so hard it almost hurts. He trips over his own feet on his way to the door, but his only thought is of you. He reaches out to embrace you the first chance he gets, and you’re giggling into his shirt as he hastily fills you in on everything going on in his life. He’s love-drunk, slightly incoherent, and rocking you back and forth with his hands gripping your shoulders, but who are you to judge?

- MITSUYA’s hand slips into yours, fitting pretty much perfectly. He stares into your eyes so deeply you think you might be falling for him a second time before promptly pulling away and slapping a hand on your back. “It’s nice to see you again!” You pull his hand off you with a pout, muttering, “You’re away from me for months and all you can offer is that?” He laughs before pulling you into a real hug, making sure to place a small kiss on the top of your head.

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Haunted

Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.

Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)

You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.

How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasn’t good with his words but he wasn’t good at anything else either. He was just there.

Maybe because the woman he truly loved—he was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but that’s what it felt like. 

And perhaps that's what it was. 

Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You tried—trying to keep the emotions in as if it wasn’t breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. “Look he’s walking...” You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure he’d record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.

And it was wrong—so wrong. 

“This relationship, I’m with you but Toji—Toji this is the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9–5 wasn’t the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely son—until you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.

But not this time.

He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, “I don’t think you’re in love with me–” 

“I like you [name], a lot.” He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted. 

Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years you’ve been dating Toji—that particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. “I’ll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.” He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumi’s room.

He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later. 

You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. “Sleep with mama and papa.” He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. “[name] and papa, not mama okay?” You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument would’ve climaxed.

The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. “Sleep with you.” He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. “Just for tonight.” You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer. 

Toji’s heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.

Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was different—different because he knew it was coming yet he didn’t want to do anything about it. 

“I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be the one apologizing.” He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. “It was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.”

The next morning was silent—baby ‘gumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. “I’m sure we can work this out—” Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumi’s little head sat on your lap. “You’re not ready, Toji.” You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi. 

“And how are you so sure—”

“Tell me you love me then.” Your eyes are now fixed on Toji’s. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, “I love you—but it’s hard when it’s one sided Toji.” 

It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks you’re simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little ‘gumi down on the couch. 

His constant, “mama?” or “[name]?” while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.

You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurt—it hurt so much more knowing that you’re alive trying your best to…move on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking. 

That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.

next part ->

Madam Gojo - G.S.

Synopsis. Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, arranged marriage, Satoru is a little (very) INSANE and down bad, the elders are awful, oral (fem receiving), use of “madam”, unprotected, créampie, kníves, overstím, féral Satoru, heinous things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. I need clan leader Gojo SO bad you guys don’t understand.

They say that the head of the Gojo clan is the one person who could burn down this entire world and get away with it, too. 

The youngest of all the clan leaders - and the most infamous - a man who keeps his friends close, and his enemies even closer. Enough so that you’ve heard whispers of his cruelty at every nook and cranny of those stuffy social functions your family has dragged you to. And it was more than enough to paint a picture of such terrifying power.

Of a sharp blade and an even sharper mouth. Of an angelic figure that left no evidence, nor anyone to tell the tale - only the final, hauntingly beautiful image of cloudy white hair, and electric blue eyes.

Eyes that were currently locked with yours, and didn’t seem like they’d stop any time soon. Dangerous. Magnetic. Twinkling with such odd amusement from across the long tatami room. 

Gojo Satoru, the head of the Gojo clan - your future husband.

“Tch, the Kamo girl’s family had a much better reputation than this one.”

Ah, right. How could you forget?

You shift awkwardly on the mat, managing to rip your eyes over to the line of elders behind Gojo, whispering just loud enough that you’d hear - and, of course, remember once more that no, the marriage proposal hasn’t been approved just yet.

And considering those disapproving glares you’d been so warmly welcomed with, it seemed that they were well and fully intent on keeping it that way.

“I can assure you,” you fight to keep the polite smile plastered on your face, painful and slowly cracking with each passing second being interrogated. “My family is well-respected in the community.” Eyes snapping over to a silent Gojo, skin burning at his intensity. “Very well respected.”

“Come now. We’re just saying.” Another voice speaks up, strained and tinged with a venomous tone you knew didn’t bode well. “Your lineage isn’t exactly illustrious, is it?”

The emphasis on “illustrious” isn’t lost on you, and it’s so fucking dramatic than you think you could almost laugh. Apparently, a few of the elders think so, too - because they’re positively seething at the sight.

Muttering an icy, “Something funny, dear?”

“Nothing at all.” you bite back any insults, sifting around the contents of your untouched dinner - the last thing on your mind right now when it seemed like you were the main scrutiny tonight. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Such attitude!” That offended croak is met with murmured agreements and nods from the end of the room, “The madam of the Gojo household must be demure- I told the young master we should go with the Kamo girl.”

God, why did you agree to this again? Something about strengthening your family ties? You felt sorry for the poor soul who’d end up marrying Gojo, because no matter how much beauty or power he held, it certainly wouldn’t make up for this. 

Scoffing, the words falling from your lips faster than you could register them. “Then why didn’t he?”

And this little question somehow seemed to have struck a nerve - multiple, in fact, as you watch in morbid fascination as the elders visibly bristle. 

“B-because-” one sends a hasty glance at their stone-faced clan leader, flushing at his still-unwavering gaze on you. “You- It doesn’t matter. Someone like you isn’t suited to marry-”

“Right, because this clan is that great.”

You freeze. The elders freeze. It seems like everyone in the world freezes except for Gojo - who only raises his brow. Letting your words hang in the air like a foul stench, studying just how awfully you’re digging your grave deeper in this hellish marriage meeting.

Eventually, the elder closest to Gojo’s right mutters a painfully saccharine sweet, “I knew we shouldn’t have let the riff-raff participate.”

And oh it was like a dam burst open.

“-out of the thousands of girls, for someone like master-”

“The scandal, too- imagine letting the Gojo name fall this far-”

“Isn’t worthy. Can’t let the bloodline be carried by some whor-”

You’re on your feet before you realize it. Whirling at the elders head-on, and if looks could kill then all those old fossils would be six feet under and their graves a dance floor for you already. 

Fists clenched, you spit, “If he’s so wonderful then you all can marry this oh-so-great bastard yourself-”

Oh. You’ve done it now.

You were fucked. You were so very, very fucked. 

You don’t even bother to meet Gojo’s stare, instead wondering whether you’d be able to outrun the strongest clan leader alive. Sure, you could take those old toads but-

“Sit.”

Your heart leaps at the voice, the first time you’re hearing it since entering this room - deep, almost-melodic, and for a second you don’t even recognize who it came from. Not until Gojo’s flashing you a mirthful grin, blue yukata shifting as he moves to sit cross-legged, “Sit.”

Oh, God, you didn’t know of any torture methods one could do while sitting - but you didn’t doubt that Gojo was an expert in all of them. 

And as your knees buckle, sinking ever-so-slowly to sit back down on the floor, Gojo tilts his head in confusion. Brows scrunching together as he gestures downwards.

“On your…lap?” You question, as if the answer wasn’t glaringly obvious. 

The only response you get is a careless nod, Gojo spreading his knees further as if to prove his point. No care or concern as he plows on, “If you’d like, of course.”

It’s a silent staredown - you, and him - and the elders watching jaw-dropped, of course. None of you have ever known the young master to let anyone get this close - let alone give them a decision on, well, anything.

. 

A weighty beat passes. One. Two. 

He wins.

And you find yourself walking unsteadily towards Gojo’s imposing figure, all eyes on you as you plop down unceremoniously in his waiting lap. Warm - and it catches you off guard. Gaze flickering over his broad shoulder to look at the aghast faces behind you. Tension crackling in the air as they wonder the same thing as you at this very moment - just what type of torture method is this? 

“Interesting…I need this one.” You blink up in confusion, heart racing and oh- shit, when did he get so close? But Gojo’s chest only rumbles with laughter. Circling his long fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his sculpted chest, “As the new madam of the Gojo household.”

What? 

The elders behind let out stifled gasps, as bewildered as you were. And you swear you saw one faint, though, you don’t get to take a close look, because Gojo’s gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up at his pretty face. 

“Wan’ me to kill them?”

“Kill- why?” you sputter - both from his idea and the heat of his proximity. 

“Why not?” He looks at you through his long lashes, so deceivingly innocent that it makes your head spin. Tone so light, as if he was talking about something trivial like the weather. “An early wedding gift, maybe?” And he sounded like he was joking - you wished he was joking. But you knew better. 

So you swallow thickly, “N-no…thank you.”

At this, Gojo’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah, real interesting.” he coos, voice so uncharacteristically playful. And his lips are so close - too close. Running a thumb along your bottom lip, “Gorgeous, too. Tell me, pretty, what do you think of ruling over this trash?”

And you could feel every eye on you as you mull over the question. Weighty. Scrutinizing - except for Gojo who seemed like he was hanging onto your every word. 

Hell, might as well give ‘em a few heart attacks right?

Words that never come - because your body moves before your mind. And you’ve got one hand gripping his expensive Yukata, the other scrambling for his broad shoulders. Softening the blow as you crash your lips onto his.

Soft - it’s the first thing you register. Followed very shortly by the taste of those cheap lollipops from those local convenience stores you loved - strawberry, you think.

But you don’t get to confirm, because the kiss is over as soon as it happens.

Gojo’s pulling away with a strange light in his eyes, lips flushed a pretty pink, yukata dangling off his shoulder already. You have to train your eyes away from the milky skin, and over to the elders. Yeah, one really had fainted - three, now, actually. 

And only one of them is brave enough to pipe up a rapid, “You- how dare you dirty-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. In a split second, there’s a long dagger pulled out from his yukata, embedded deep into the tatami mat - not even an inch away from the elder who’d opened his mouth. 

“Out.” 

It’s so abrupt that for a second, you think Gojo’s talking to you, voice soft, and so so eerie. It sends shivers down your spine as you raise your eyes to look at his glare at the frozen crowd behind him.

Eyes wide, aura menacing - a grin gracing his features, absolutely nothing like the one he’d sent you - it was something so dangerous and cold. The temperature in the room dropping about ten degrees as he mutters, “I won’t say it twice.”

And immediately, it’s chaos. Each one stumbling over the other to run out the sliding doors first, none of them daring to look you in the eyes now. 

“O-of course, master.” the leader, seemingly, chokes out. One foot out the room already, “I’ll um- check that the servants are doing their work-”

“No. You all will stand outside.” Gojo murmurs, not even bothering to look at them. Instead, cupping your face closer towards his, “And close the door.”

That door could not have been shut faster, ringing in the tense silence. And suddenly you’re too-aware of the audience outside. Too-aware of being left alone with…your future husband? And the way he was looking down at you with something so dark in his eyes.

“So…” he runs his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent. “If you don’t want me to kill those bastards…what else must I gift you, my wife?” 

“Like what?” You gulp, back arching involuntarily into him. 

Gojo laughs at the reaction, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “An estate?” Dancing ever-so-slowly, up your jaw, “All the cars you could want?” He blows gently in your ear, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. “Maybe jewelry?” Kissing the tips of your ears, “You’d look gorgeous in blue. And the Zenin clan has the perfect necklaces I can…convince them to send over.” He pulls away, taking you in entirely, “Or maybe-” Lips now ghosting yours. “-something else?”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. 

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Gojo’s lips were so sweet on yours. So addictive. Palms cradling your face so softly, while his lips were anything but. 

“Open your mouth, pretty.” he pants into your lips. “Kiss your husband properly, now.”

Shit, you barely even realize the way you’re listening to every single word he says. Jaw falling slack to let him lick at the seam of your lips. Such a messy clash of teeth and spit and him - so hot and starved. Like he couldn’t get enough with the way he hastily moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. 

“Satoru-” you gasp, and he nips lightly at your bottom lip once you immediately shut yourself up because shit, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Calling the clan leader Gojo by his first name? Hell, you’ll see the gates of heaven before you see an altar. 

But Gojo himself seems to think the complete opposite. “Don’t get all shy now.” he pries away the hand covering your mouth. “Call me ‘Toru’.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, trying to will yourself to say this little nickname.

Too slow, apparently. Because his hands are suddenly everywhere - on your breasts, your hips, giving your ass a slow squeeze. “T-Toru-” you squeal. 

Gojo’s mouth drops into a soft oh! Immediately surging forward as if to claim your lips again - stopping mere millimeters from your lips with a pained grunt. Like it killed him to stay away. 

“See? Jus’ like that.” he angles your head just right, before spitting, once. Twice. Right into your pretty mouth. “N’ now you’re mine.”

And fuck if Gojo wasn’t going to prove it.

He’s laying you down on the mat, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Mine to wed. Mine to carry my legacy.” Thumb running over your hardened nipples as he urgently unbuckles your bra, throwing it behind god-knows-where. “Mine to-” Biting down, ever-so-lightly on your nipple, “-worship.” Hands dipping lower, and lower - just barely teasing the hem of your drenched panties. “Mine to ruin.”

You don’t know what you’re reeling more from - maybe from those words, which you’re sure he said loud enough for the elders outside to hear.

Maybe from the way he’s sliding a finger underneath your panties, sliding it up and down your puffy folds. Making you arch into him like such a slut as he pools your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips, popping them into his mouth with a low groan. 

“Oh. Fuck. Oh, fuck-” Gojo’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Not wasting a second before ripping off your flimsy panties, tucking them away into the waistband of his yukata. “Sweeter than I imagined.”

“S-so filthy-” you mewl, as he spreads your shaky thighs. Lips wobbling pathetically at how he’s admiring your glistening cunt. “Toru, no one’s ever…”

At this, his eyes are back on yours now. Half-lidded, pupil’s blown - and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard of the leader of the Gojo clan being so out of it, let alone see it first-hand. His voice strained as he breathes out a barely audible, “Shit- really? So then…” He’s moving to lick lewd little circles on your inner thigh, “...your husband’s gotta make this memorable, right?”

Gojo doesn’t give the time to even think about answering - he doesn’t trust that he has the fucking sanity to wait that long. Because you’re so pretty splayed out like this for him. Your moans too sweet. Your cunt too tempting. Too his. 

So, really, you can’t blame him when he’s plunging nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one, long stripe right up your swollen folds. And fuck the cute lil’ whines escaping your lips are so addictive that Gojo just can’t help but do it again. And again. And again and-

“O-oh my god, ngh- feels too good-” you card your fingers through his soft locks - something that would usually result in a lost hand or two. But for you - anything, for you. “More, Toru.”

Shit, if Gojo thought he’d lost his sanity before then he definitely wasn’t ready for this. 

“So needy.” he’s chuckling into your glistening folds. One hand throwing your legs over his shoulders, the other thumbing over your needy clit. “So perfect. Can’t believe no one’s ever hah- eaten out this pretty cunt before.”

Immediately, he’s squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And it’s all you can do to buck your hips up so sluttily when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Gojo could reach.

“Hngh- yes yes yes, too good.”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He moves his fingers down from your already-ravaged clit, circling your sopping wet hole. “Ya like making such a mess on m’tongue?”

“W-wha-” The words get caught in your throat as you whirl down at the sight below you - Gojo. Gojo, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes so glassy. Gojo, tongue lapping at your sweet juices, looking like he wanted to devour you with his eyes, as much as his mouth. 

At your reaction, he grins, furrowing his brow in mock-concern, “What’s wrong, pretty? Can’t talk?” Bullying his long fingers past that first feeble ring of resistance, massaging your plushy walls. “N’ you were so hah- feisty earlier. Thought my new mmpf- wife would be mouthy?”

You give his hair a warning tug, whispering, “Sh-shut up-” But it comes out more breathless than you intended. 

Gojo notices, of course he does. Because he’s letting out a whiny, “Sh-shut up.” Wrapping his pretty pink lips around your pulsing clit, “As you wish, madam Gojo.”

You hear a dull thud from outside, but you can’t even think about turning your head to look because Gojo’s drinking you in like a man possessed. Pumping his fingers in and out, expertly hitting that one spot with each and every thrust. Looking nothing like an infamous clan-leader and every bit on cloud nine as he rolls his tongue over your clit. Over and over and-

“P-please ah- oh-” you squirm.

“Move your hips like that. Yeah- jus’ like that, pretty- fuck-” The most powerful man in the country letting himself be angled and pulled as you pleased, grunting each time you drag your pussy all over his mouth. Fingers frenzied on your clit - sloppy. Fast. 

But it still wasn’t enough for Gojo - he thinks it’ll probably never be. But that’s fine - the two of you have until the wedding night to perfect it, right?

So he’s looping a big arm around one leg, pulling your snug cunt impossibly closer, reaching over to toy with your pretty clit. And then he’s nose-deep in your sloppy entrance, preparing you for what was to come - fucking you both on his tongue and his fingers. 

Jaw grinding deeper, stretching you out, thrusting in and out in and out in and-

“Fuck fuck fuck- Toru m’so…”

“Close?” he slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later - and to give a message to those old toads outside. “Cum f’me. Shit- cum f’me, pretty.”

Gojo realizes it before you when you’re finally cumming - because your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that it’s almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants. 

You’re shaking. Blood roaring in your ears, vision spotty. Crying out a hoarse, “Fuck fuck fuck- oh my god, Toru-” Barely even realizing the way you’re rocking your hips so hard into his hot mouth. 

And Gojo keeps going. 

Even when you’re blinking your vision back, big fat tears pricking your eyes at the sheer overstimulation. Even when white-hot electricity sparks behind your eyes each flick of his tongue. Still toying with your poor clit, tonguefucking you so messily. 

“Toru, s’too- ngh- much- fuck.” You can barely get the words out, jolting. Wondering how the fuck his mouth wasn’t tired, yet - how his fingers weren’t cramping up, tongue still as greedy as ever. “C-can’t-”

“You can. You will.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Running his mouth now, like he was drunk off your pussy. Words as fast and ragged as his tongue. “C’mon, faster. Harder. Fuck-” you flinch as he spits out little profanities into your messy cunt. “Fuckin use me. Use me like the good lil’ wife you are.”

“Oh- shit.” you whine. Clawing at the mats, Gojo’s hair, his shoulders - just anything to cope with the sheer stimulation as he made out with your pussy like a mad man. “Wait- cum- m’gonna…”

You’re cumming and cumming all over again. So hard, even as you grind your hips deeper into Gojo’s mouth. Riding out your orgasm on his pretty face, so painfully good. 

And only then is he finally pulling away. Absolutely wrecked, eyes miles away already, mouth glistening with your slick. Going all the way down his jawline, and onto the tatami mat in a deafening drip! drip! drip!

“Oh.” he runs his tongue along his wet lips. “Who made you cum like this?” 

A smile slowly splits across his face as you manage out a little, “Y-you, Toru…”

“That’s fuckin’ right. Me.” Hypnotized by the heavenly sight of you all fucked-out and twitching with the aftershock. Marveling down at his hand - glossy, and covered with your slick, “N’ m’gonna love you.”

And, well, a good husband always shares, right?

Because Gojo’s shoving his fingers past your kiss-bitten lips, pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knew would have your eyes watering, gagging around him so prettily. Eyes widening at the feeling of something so hard and hot between your legs. 

“C’mon, lil’ madam. Lick them clean f’me, will you?”

You’re gasping, “Mmpf- Toru-” Eyes flitting between a smug Gojo and the hand currently untying his robe. So teasing with the way he’s giving you just a flash of those boxers before oh-

Shit. 

You thought that he’d be big - it was expected, in fact. But this was fucking ridiculous. 

All sculpted curves and dips of his body, faint scars painting his milky skin - stories he’d tell you about later, you think. A fucking masterpiece. All the way down, down, down to where his throbbing cock was leaking all over those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.

Rock-hard, and so so angry. Prominent veins running along the side, flushed a shade of pretty pink that glistened with precum in the dim lighting. So intimidatingly long that it already had you worrying for your poor cervix, and thick enough that it had your thighs pressing mindlessly together. 

Something that Gojo obviously didn’t appreciate.

“Now now.” he tuts, pulling back his fingers to spread apart your thighs with ease. So far apart that it burned. “I need these legs open, pretty. I like the view, y’see.”

And he made it quite obvious, too. Spreading your swollen folds so shamefully apart with his thumb - wet with your split. All the blood rushing to his cock at the way you flinch in embarrassment, at the feeling of being so used. Cute. 

“Shhh, relax.” Gojo hums. Spreading the spit and slick lazily along your cunt with his fat head, purposely letting it smear all over your thighs. “M’gonna make this feel so good for you.”

And let it be known that Gojo Satoru was a merciless man - for everyone. 

Except maybe his cute lil’ wife. 

Because, yes, he’s suddenly splitting you apart on his massive cock. Yes, he’s holding your poor hips still, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he sinks in inch by fucking inch. 

But oh God does he have to hold back from fucking your tight cunt exactly the way he wants. The stretch too sinful, your pussy too heavenly. 

Instead he’s kissing away the single tear rolling down your cheek, muttering, “Too big? Aww, f-fuck, pretty. You needa breathe-.” Rich, coming from him considering that Gojo doesn’t know if he was breathing right now. Too caught up in the way he’s rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, gasping into your open mouth, “Trust me. M’gonna make it f-feel hah- good. So fucking good.”

“F-fuck-” Your head is spinning. And you can only give him such delirious little nods as Gojo starts to push in quick, lazy little grinds of his hips just to squeeze inside your gummy walls. Past that first, tight ring of resistance. 

“S’too big-” you squeal, nails raking down his back. “A-are you all the way in- yet?”

“Nope.” he’s popping the p, so unfairly smug. “Not even halfway in.” Drinking in all your cute lil’ sobs as he snakes a hand up to draw an invisible line across your stomach. “But you b-better be prepared, wifey. Because this-” Pressing down, hard. “-is where I’ll be.”

You didn’t know who wanted that to become a reality more - Gojo or you. 

Especially with the way your tight cunt is sucking him up so good, and shit for all Gojo’s reputation, he feels like he could’ve cum right then and there. 

“Shit- so fucking tight. God- you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” words so strained. So dangerous. He kisses down your neck, biting right above your racing pulse. “How do you want it? Like you’re my hah- wife- or my lil’ slut?”

A trick question, you think - as much as you could when you’re this cockdrunk, at least. 

Locking eyes down at the way your cunt was bulging so obscenely around his cock, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in in in- Unstopping. Relentless. Mewling a little, “L-like I’m your…wife.” 

“Louder.”

“Like I’m your wife.”

Several things happen at once - that faint muttering suddenly increases tenfold, and maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed the few gasps. Gojo, however, does hear. 

It only takes an irritated growl and a split-second flash of metal for a second dagger to be struck deep into the thin wooden panel of the door - unfortunately for whoever just so happened to be on the other side. 

“That’s right. My wife.” And then he’s bottoming out - heavy balls smacking your ass, leaky tip nudging your poor cervix, letting you mark him up all you want as he rocks his hips faster into yours. “And you- ah- you realize they’re beneath you, right?” he’s stroking where he can feel himself bulging inside you. “That my lil’ wife just has to say the word n’ I’ll ngh- take ‘em all out?” 

You can only sob at the pressure, because his words are so soft but he’s fucking you so mean. Sounding like he was losing his sanity with each time your heavenly walls milked him. 

“I’ll kill ‘em- kill ‘em all-” he’s gritting out. “Hell, I’ll take down the r-rest of those clans ah- too if it pleases you.” Fingers getting so erratic on your clit, angling his hips just right to try and find- 

“Hngh- f-fuck, Toru- there-”

That.

So sloppy with the way he’s alternating between hitting that one spot and just abusing your cervix. Bruising - like he wanted to mark you everywhere n’ show it off, too. Biting down your neck, whispering into the skin, “Anything for you, madam.”

Rocking his hips harder, and he couldn’t give less of a fuck about the lewd little pool of slick and split forming on the mat below. Can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted. 

“Feels good?” he’s drinking in your adorable sobs, “S’what you imagined?”

You’re torn between running away and fucking your hips up so bruisingly into his, hells digging into the mat as you push and pull away. “Yes. Feels- ah- ngh-” And for all your mouthiness earlier, you can’t even form coherent sentences right now - something that makes Gojo balls squeeze so painfully.

Something that has him wrapping his arms around your legging, dragging you like some ragdoll back to him. Rocking his hips so bruisingly deeper and deeper as he babbles. 

“Gonna make you c-cum. So hard.” He’s fucking you harder into the mat. Faster. Sloppier. “Gonna ngh- make you my beautiful bride.” Bouncing you on his painfully hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside - to leave marks for everyone in the clan to know. His balls on your ass, your nails down his shoulders, lips on your neck leaving little bites. “Gonna make you mine, pretty. And everyone else s’gonna know.”

And Gojo can tell when you’re close because he’s learned that you have a habit of squeezing him to insanity when you are. 

“Close?” At your delirious nod he’s giving you a blinding grin, “How cute. Why don’t you hah- cum f’me like the good lil’ wife you are, hm?”

Cum for him you do - thighs shaking, body jolting. So hard and violent that you’re covering him in all your sweet sweet juices. 

And he can only watch - awe-struck - as your pretty pussy squirts all over his angry cock glistening, and just drenched with your slick now. Beads of it getting all over his burning abs, trickling down every dip and curve as he uses your quivering pussy harder and harder-

“God, you’re so good f’me. Look how much you came.” Giving a final, harsh thrust. “So perfect f’me.”

So fucking smug as he finally cums as well. Letting out a low, muffled moan into your neck as he fills your poor pussy with rope after rope of seed, painting your walls such a sinful white. All the way until he was sure you were bloated with his cum, until he could feel it dribbling down the side. Looking down to confirm and- ah, sure enough, it was such a heavenly sight - thick globs drenching your clothes below. Spreading in a pool as his hips push deeper and deeper. 

Like it hurt to stop. Like it hurt to even think of tearing his eyes away from you. 

But, alas, this old meeting room could only take so much, and Gojo thinks you’ll enjoy his - your - bedroom much better for round two.

Which is how the elders outside found the door kicked open not too long after. Blinking up in shock at the tall figure of the Gojo clan leader at the frame holding you. Tired and limp in a princess carry, all bundled up your yukata and one of his outer robes. 

And they can only avert their eyes, faces burning at the hazy expression on your face, hair so unsubtly messy, bare legs twitching ever-so-slightly from where they were just peeking out from where the fabric had bunched up. Sinful. Desecrated. And evidently his. 

“Clean that room up.” 

Gojo’s stern command snaps them all out of their reverie. 

But before they could all run to do so, he’s plowing on, unapologetic and low. “Oh, and bow down-” chuckling lightly as they scramble to their knees before him - and your barely-lucid figure. “-to the new madam of the Gojo household.

A/N. On my period I’m gonna cry. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

PEACHES AND CREAM

ft. chifuyu, baji, ran, rindou

tags. breeding, baby trapping in ran’s, basic smut, cumplay

notes. sloppy and lacking a lot so sorry :(

CHIFUYU

quite frankly, you’re sick of sitting around at home with nothing to do while your husband is away for so long. a baby would be nice, and it’s not like chifuyu would say no to you. he’s still in uniform when he comes home on an early morning for a change. you’re wrapped up in the pile of blankets you insist are needed and your lips are slightly parted, stirring only when icy hands slip under the fabric of your tank to feel your soft skin.

“hi, baby,” chifuyu greets as your eyes flutter open, you blink to clear your hazy vision, the smile that settles on your sweet lips is endearing. he cranes his neck to kiss you, and you accept him with open arms, spreading your thighs so he can situate himself between them. the faint smell of his cologne lingers on the collar of his shirt as chifuyu presses his face into your neck, slacks undone and pushed halfway down his thighs so he can fuck you.

it’s sloppy and needy, lacking grace but it’s perfect. your hands clamp around his biceps, and your head tilts back, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him close. “please… please— want it inside of me. want your baby.” you whimper, pussy milking him for all he’s worth, filling you until his cum drips back down his balls and stains the sheets.

BAJI

keisuke’s mother is fond of you, she thinks your perfect for her son, so it’s no wonder the question comes so quickly after the wedding. you can tell she’s held her tongue for long enough before she enquires about babies. the two of you sit on the lawn, watching keisuke play with his baby cousins, he’s good with them and you can’t help but be sucked in by your mother-in-law’s words.

“what’s got you so needy?” keisuke asks, his teeth poke out when he smiles down at you, eyes lidded and soft as he rubs your clit. you shy away from his gaze, shaking your head and instead digging your nails into his shoulders.

“nothin’, kei…” you twist a little, his touch becoming overwhelming until he slides his cock into your cunt with a single glide. your body relaxes and you droop backwards at the feeling of fullness. “just want… i wanna have your babies.” you tell him breathlessly, and when he stills you prepare yourself for the worst. for him to pull away, leave the house and return late. but you should know keisuke better, as he simply snickers and pokes you cheek.

“that’s what got you so shy, baby? cause you want my babies?” he mumbles, his hips roll forwards, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. “all you had to do was ask.”

RAN

ran’s been getting antsy these days, you can tell in the subtle changes to his behaviour. he gets up earlier than usual, strange for someone who can’t stand less than twelve full hours of sleep. he wanders around the house aimlessly before he leaves for work, and he fidgets more. you know ran is not one for commitment, he’s not great at settling down - that’s why he’s so out of bounds here. in your shared home. the ring on his finger squeezes too tight, he pulls on his collar as it tightens around his neck. everything is constricting.

though you have an inkling ran wouldn’t leave you if you have his child. surely, he would feel too guilty to cheat with the mother of his baby home alone. so you decide it’s what you need to do. he doesn’t like condoms anyway, ran relies on you taking your birth control - he’s irresponsible from the start. you begin to wonder how he hasn’t had pregnancy scares before.

when he’s in your pussy, ran is weak, he’s droopy and stupid. his brain is melted as he fucks into you and you tighten around him, nails digging into his ass to bring him closer, get him to go deeper, harder- he doesn’t suspect you of a thing. “fuck…” he grunts put through his gritted teeth, throwing his head back and you watch his adam’s apple bob, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent as he empties himself into your cunt without a single clue on what he’s in for.

RINDOU

though you did not suspect him to be as such, rindou is quiet and sweet in his own way, he’s homely in his own way. so it’s no wonder he’s the first to approach you on the topic of babies. to try it out. you’re not opposed, it’ll be the next step of your relationship and plus- he seems to enjoy it so much.

time after time, your pussy is stuffed full of his sticky cum, oozing from the tip of his cock as it fills you up and leaves you full. the way it trickles put down your slit, coating your pretty cunt in his pearly release, but rindou is quick to push it back in with his thick fingers - as if he expects it to stick to your pussy. “can you go one more round for me, baby?” rindou peers down at you, his dark hair is curling near the nape, some matted to his shoulders with how much he’s sweating.

though ruined, you nod your head, swollen lips and teary eyed and mascara stained cheeks. “jus’ one more time, rin,” you croak to him, unsure of whether you can handle so much more.

“c’mon, gotta fuck you till i knock you up.” he says, but you know he’s just enjoying this a little too much.

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JUJUTSU KAISEN / 呪術廻戦 Fluctuations, Part 2, "揺蕩-弐-"

Bad Medicine

Ran Haitani x f reader

Reader is a veterinary surgeon. You specialize in treating animals. You never expected your shift to end like this- a loaded gun pointed at your head, performing an emergency operation on one of the most dangerous criminal members of Bonten.

CW: fem reader, gun threats, blood mention, blackmail(?)

There's a pattern used in the underworld by criminals when they get injured badly enough to have to seek professional medical help.

Injuries that go beyond the limits of pouring vodka on a stab wound, and getting your boys to patch it up in the morning.

When these things happen, criminals prefer to avoid actual hospitals. They don't need the police sticking their noses into their affairs anymore than usual.

So the common alternative among gangs, thieves, and ex-convicts on the run, is to seek out a Veterinarian clinic.

Vets are basically doctors... right? Granted it might be harder for them to perform on an animal ten times the size they are usually operating on, or stitching up.

But you're left without much of a choice when the Haitani brothers enter your clinic just after close.

There's a whole mess of blood trailing through the lobby and a man with a gun carrying another nearly-unconscious man on his shoulder.

The conscious one with the octopus haircut is shouting so many things at you, that it's hard to process at first.

"We need help...! He's losing blood, damn it!"

"Get some towels...! and bandages.. Shit.. Shit! I don't know what to do!"

"Ran..? Ran! are you still with me? Fuck! ....Don't you dare die on me-! You hear me?!"

You have a pistol pointed between your eyes and your hands in the air screaming about how you'll give them the money if they don't shoot.

"Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up already! Just save my brother! He's been shot! You're a doctor right?"

It dawns on you that you could be killed if you don't comply. The severity of this situation is life or death. The man on his shoulder, his brother, apparently, is losing a lot of blood.

You're stunned when the bleeding man manages to raise his head a little to speak.

"You'll have to forgive my little brother's language- he's just so scared his big brother might die, ya know?"

You manage to prepare the operating table as quickly as you can under the amount of pressure you're under. Ran removes his shirt and lays on the table. There's two bullet wounds in his side.

You don't have the time to sedate him, and you aren't sure if he's even in any condition to go under anesthesia. He could stop breathing or end up choking on the contents of his stomach if he's eaten in the last 24 hours.

Ran is surprisingly tolerant of pain. He keeps this lazy smile on his face while you work on retrieving the bits of the bullet. His face will scrunch up a little if you dig the tweezers in too deeply, but he's pretty resilient for the most part.

It catches you off guard when the man bleeding on your operating table begins to strike up a friendly conversation with you, all while his brother keeps his weapon pressed to your back and a deep scowl on his face.

He's already crushed your cell phone to bits under his shoe, and you're too scared out of your wits to think about running off or contacting help.

"Hurry it up, doc," he spits at you, shoving the barrel of his gun harder into your back.

Rindou, his name you learned from the other, Ran. He clearly seems to care a lot about his brother. You can gather that much of their bond from the hours spent in your clinic, late into the night until sun rise.

Ran slipped out of consciousness sometime during the process. Rindou, despite his panic had agreed to give his blood for a transfusion. The brothers were lucky they shared the same blood type. Or he may not have survived the night.

Rindou has very obviously been fighting back tears, and exhaustion, repeating the same thing every so often with the faintest crack in his voice.

He better not die.

Over the course of the early morning, you finish up your work. You're sweaty and covered in another person's blood. Your cell phone is cracked to pieces. The lobby is stained with a substantial amount of blood as well, and the front door to your clinic has been knocked off the hinges.

Ran isn't well enough to move around, but he survives.

He's back on his feet sooner than you expect. Rindou seems to have finally calmed down. He's finally lowered his gun and took a minute to breathe.

You catch bits of their exchange as you clean up your tools and wash up your face and arms the best you can in the sink.

"You really had me scared, you son of a bitch."

"I'm not gonna go dying on you just yet. Who do you think I am? We're a team. You and me together, always."

You turn away, not wanting to seem as though you're eavesdropping. But Rindou approaches you anyway. You weren't exactly expecting any sort of thanks per say, but it did come to you as a shock when he pulls a wad of bills from his blazer, tossing it into the counter.

"Keep your mouth shut about what happened here tonight. And get that door fixed. If we hear about the cops coming around here, you'll be the next one bleeding out in this lobby."

With that, he leaves, popping a cigarette in his mouth and heading outside to smoke out front while Ran finishes fixing his hair in the mirror.

His hair should be the least of his worries, you tell him, holding out a small bottle of pain killers.

"Take two of these, evening and night. And change those bandages daily."

He really shouldn't move around so much until he's healed, but he seemed to be doing fine.

He takes the pill bottle with a look you can't quite place. He smiles at you, says thank you. But it hardly feels genuine.

You saved this man's life- but he's still a criminal. You worry about the future of your safety in this city.

Your worries are only confirmed when Ran gives you a little pat on the shoulder, speaking low into your ear. Despite the polite way he spoke, his tone still gave you chills.

"We're not finished here. I'll send some guys to help you fix up the front door tomorrow."

You sigh, hanging your head. The last thing you wanted was more men with guns near your job. You we're just trying to make a living- same as anyone else.

Why on Earth was this happening to you?

Ran speaks with a bit of sympathy. You must be exhausted. You expect he must be looking at you with some degree of disgust. You're dressed in bloody scrubs and your face and hair is damp with sweat.

His eyes soften, and he tells you he's sorry about your phone.

"Rindou doesn't like cops. I'm not fond of them myself either."

He trusts you can understand why it's necessary that you don't talk about what happened tonight with anyone else, right?

You nod, you weren't going to phone the police. You weren't that stupid. And you didn't have a death wish. You just wanted to get home and shower and get some sleep before you had to work again.

Good. Very good, Ran notes, leaving you to close up the clinic and be on your way home.

He makes a note of the street the taxi you flagged turns on as he lights up a cigarette next to Rindou. Both men watching as the vehicle disappears into traffic.

"You think that bitch is gonna go running her mouth?" Rindou asks, stomping out his second cigarette on the sidewalk.

"Should we take care of her?"

"Hmm.. We'll see."

Ran gives him a smile he's seen before. He's thinking about something.

Fuck, his sides hurt, he thinks as he climbs into the passenger side of the car. He's gonna be limping around the rest of the week. He takes two painkillers on the ride home, stretching out his long legs with a sigh.

Rindou bitches at him for bleeding all over his interior. He's back to his normal self, a good sign that this whole thing has finally slowed down.

The sunlight warms his face, and it's then that he's truly grateful he's able to feel such a thing for another day, all thanks to you.

He'd stayed calm for his brother's sake. But he really could have died today. He ought to show his thanks.

The first order of business would be fixing the door they'd kicked in. But maybe he'd get you a new phone. He'd put his number in it, of course. And he'd be expecting you to pick up when he calls.

It's funny how such a short interaction has left him so curious about you, and wanting to see you again.

You're good at your job. You're also clearly skilled at working under pressure. You didn't do anything stupid like scream or go running for the phone. Or trying to put a scalpel in his throat when his defences were left wide open. Granted Rindou was holding his gun on you the whole time, but you handled the whole situation with a level head. He couldn't help but think about how attractive that was.

He wondered what kind of life you'd lived until now. You've clearly seen blood before, at least from animals in your line of work. He wondered what you did outside of this job. He wondered where you lived. That kind of information should be easy enough to find.

You hadn't told him your name, nor had he asked, despite wanting to. There was just a better time and a place for such things.

That didn't mean he hadn't noticed the name tag pinned to your bloody lab coat you'd tossed on the floor. He knew your last name, and the location of your clinic. That should be more than enough to track you down in the days to come.

You could definitely prove useful in the future if these events ever repeat themselves. It's hard to find a good medic under the table in this city who won't try to ask for loads of cash or go blabbering off to the law.

Plus you're really cute. He wouldn't mind coming back here just to see you again. It really works out perfectly. He'll have to run this information by the rest of the gang once they make it back.

boy best friend ft.sunarintaro

content warning: 16+ only. may contain acts of obsession and dark secrecy. not proofread. separate fiction from reality. ⤿ you have been warned. read at your own risk!

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a boyfriend.

you've been wanting to have one for the longest time already. but that word seem to be avoiding you like a plague. you only ever had one ex-boyfriend in high school, and that guy's married now. he treated you really well, but you two broke up after he opened up to you about having feelings for someone else. and that someone is his wife now.

pretty cute. but shitty for you.

it's a good thing that you have your boy best friend, suna rintaro, to keep you company at all times. you cried to him that day and he told you that you didn't need boys and that you should just focus on yourself. so you did. but you still wanted a boyfriend. college passed like a blurring memory. nothing interesting going on, really. except for the questions from your blockmates asking why you still don't have a boyfriend at your age and your looks. you just shrugged and said that maybe nobody really liked you.

and most of the time, girls from different blocks and departments would be coming up to you and asking for rintaro's number. you always did give his number to those girls so he had to change his phone because of how much texts that he receive everyday. he even scolded you for it and told you not to give his personal information to just anyone.

you and rintaro have been friends since middle school. attended the same high school and college. now, he works as a civil engineer and you've also pursued your dream job. you're still close. like peas in a pod. but because of this, so many people have asked if you gurs are dating and you always dismiss their questions and say that you're just friends. which is true. well, for you, that is.

you've been wondering why you still haven't gotten a boyfriend yet. you're pretty and kind. people would have flocked to you by now just like the other girls like you. so why don't you have the same effect on them?

one reason: rintaro.

every time that someone attempts to make a move on you, he'd be there to say that you're off limits and that you're already taken. he's been doing this ever since your first and last boyfriend. and he's still doing it for you.

rintaro have always liked you. he had feelings for you way before you had your first boyfriend. he was just too afraid to confess his feelings to you because he didn't want to get rejected. so now, he's doing you and himself a favor by blocking off anyone who tries to even utter a single word of confession to you.

now that you're both nearing the age of thirty, you decided to just fuck it all and offered him a deal.

once the two of you reached the age of thirty and still doesn't have a girlfriend or boyfriend, you'll marry each other. just like those cliché shit that you usually see on novels and books. rintaro agreed with his usual calmness, of course. but you didn't know that he was absolutely ecstatic about it.

one year have passed, two years. and then, your birthday came.

"happy thirtieth birthday, pretty." he greeted while holding a round red velvet cake in his hands with two number candles on it. 30. you smiled and thanked him before blowing on the candles and made a silent wish for the success and happiness of your life and rintaro's. he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead before taking your hand in his and brushed his lips against your knuckles, your ring finger in particular. "can you guess what my gift for you is?" he asked in which you shook your head and curiously looked at him.

he only smiled and intertwined your fingers as he pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a silver ring with a shining diamond embedded into it. "i hope that you haven't forgotten our deal yet." he chuckled and watched as you looked at him in surprise then slowly grinned.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek then watched as he slowly slid the ring onto your ring finger. he raised your hand and brought it to his lips without breaking eye contact with you. "you're mine now. my beautiful wife." he whispered softly.

before, you always wanted a boyfriend. but you never got one. and now that rintaro's here, you won't be asking for anything else. because you're his now, and he's yours.

your husband.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

a/n: find yourself a man who's obsessed with u /j

I randomly got a thought in my mind 😭; Tutor!Choso helping bimbo!Reader with their homework but it turns to something different 😭!!

YOU'RE NOT DUMB AT ALL, ARE YOU? choso kamo cw — afab, bimbo!reader, oral which isn't surprising bc i DO believe choso eats u out for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner (f + m receiving), dumbification, pwp, unprotected sex, lap sex, riding, choso has a dick and tongue piercing, a little twist on the prompt, slightly mean choso (?) but he also praises u so its ok

( EROS WRITES — guess our brothers have smth in common after all... also ahhh u guys r feeding me with ideas !!! imagine this time bc i didn't wanna force u guys to only read hcs.. ik those get boring over time. i'm not entirely familiar with choso's character but plz lmk if u guys like how i write him. i went a diff route with this too !! rushed ending tho bc i got lazy + reminder: PLEASE SEND ME MORE REQS!!! i love getting them.)

choso thinks you're adorable.

when he first met you, all dolled up for dinner with your dad and not having expected for him to be there, he didn't think much of you besides the spoiled little rich girl whose daddy hired him to tutor before you could possibly fail your economics class. he knew you got everything handed to you, and he figured you were a spoiled brat. but that wasn't his place to call you out on. you could behave however you wanted as long as it didn't harm him.

but then you met his little brother.

when you had showed up outside of his tiny, cramped apartment, he felt a little embarrassed, considering he was dressed in a gray shirt and gray sweatpants, whilst you were dressed up in a white tennis skirt and a light purple baby tee, jewelry practically making you shine in the barely lit hallway. but you didn't say anything; you didn't seem to care, really.

you were more than polite to his brothers, excitedly introducing yourself and nodding eagerly along to yuuji's quick rambling about his favorite kid's tv show. choso hadn't ever met anyone who didn't think it was weird that he was raising his little brother, or anyone who hadn't looked down on the two of them for living in a dingy apartment in the sketchy side of the city. but you didn't. once again, you didn't say anything and didn't seem to care, even when you came from riches or piles of gold and he came from trash on the street.

when he ushers yuuji into the lady across the hall's apartment, a kind woman who offered to babysit, his brother practically begs to stay. you nearly cave and join yuuji's side, but choso shakes his head and sends the pink-haired boy off, much to his little brother's dismay.

now, the two of you sit at choso's desk in his bedroom. he watches you, as you shift your vision back and forth from the textbook and to the journal he has you writing vocabulary on. you catch on too quickly for someone who claims to not have a clue about what you're studying. he has a hypothesis.

"you purposefully failed," he decides, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back into his seat. his brows are furrowed, gaze settled on the back of your head. he watches you pause.

"what do you mean?" you murmur, tilting your head to the side and meeting his gaze. a nervous laugh tumbles from your lips. "why would i—"

"attention," he interrupts softly. he knows his next words are a little cruel. "daddy didn't focus on you enough, huh?"

"who do you think you are—"

"i bet you tried your hardest to fail, hoping your dad would actually start caring about you," he shakes his head, laughing a bit. "princess isn't dumb at all, is she?"

you sigh. "i'm sorry, okay? i dunno what i was thinking."

choso is silent. he didn't expect you to actually admit to it.

"i can make it up to you," you mutter, and he finds it adorable how shy you sound. your gaze flickers to his crotch, and his brows lift carefully. he's surprised by your actions and he thinks you sound a bit dumb when you've been caught doing something you shouldn't be doing. he's even more surprised when he lifts his hips and your hand grazes the waistband of his sweatpants.

that's what leads to now; you on your knees, lips wrapped plumply around his cock. your head bobs gently, and he lets out a groan, as your hand pumps him at the same time. his head is tossed back, hair framing his features. he's sure he looks fucked out already, and you've barely touched him.

he feels his thighs tighten and begrudgingly pushes you away before you can milk him dry, letting out a soft breath at the whine you let out. "don't worry," he brings his thumb over your bottom lip, admiring the drool that forms at the corner of your mouth. "g'na make you feel real good."

and he does, as he sits you atop his desk and spreads your legs, thighs tossed over his shoulders. your panties—a baby blue pair with satin flowers sewn into them; he makes a mental note to keep them tucked carefully away in his sock drawer—are pushed to the side, as he hungrily eats away at you, pierced tongue lapping up your collection of wetness and juices. your hands eagerly tug at his hair, and he finds himself moaning, vibrations sending goosebumps up your spine.

"choso," you gasp, head tossed back, eyes squeezed shut. "i'm gonna—" "cum," he orders, tapping your hipbone. you obey, a small cry leaving you as he continues, not stopping as bursts of white hot pleasure spurt through you. it's not until you're tiredly pushing his head away that he finally stops, lower half of his face completely covered in your mess.

"i wanna ride you," you whimper pathetically, and he nods, sitting back down in his chair. you straddle him, sliding your panties fully to the ground and his sweats off of him.

you sink down on his cock as he tenses. you pause, hissing a bit at the stretch. "i don't know if i can," you whisper, as if it's some big secret. "too much."

he plants one of his hands firmly, but softly, on your hips, slowly beginning to guide you. "s'okay," he murmurs, using the other to lift your shirt over your head. no bra. if you weren't struggling to take his cock, he'd tease you. "you were just begging, weren't you?"

you bite your bottom lip and nod pitifully, and he smiles up at you, lips curled upwards into a gentle one. slowly but surely, you begin to rock your hips against his.

his eyes focus on your breasts, bringing one thumb over your nipple. he gives it an experimental flick, relishing in the way you moan his name because of it.

his mouth quickly latches onto it, as you ride him, your pace quickening. your head nearly falls back, the stimulation apparently being too much. he hums, seemingly wanting to test something, and begins rubbing circles around your clit.

"don't do that, choso," you whine, shaking your head. "i'm gonna cum again."

"that's the point, sweetheart," choso murmurs, lifting his head to meet your lips. he sucks on your tongue, kissing you hungrily. he pulls away with a shaky breath, a string of saliva connecting you both. "need me to take over?"

you nod eagerly, and he smiles once again, before quickly placing his hands back on your hips. he begins thrusting back up into you, hips smacking into yours loudly. your moans sound like music to his ears, and soon, he's filling you up, sweat forming at his hairline as he comes.

he thinks he'll need to keep tutoring you if you really want that A.

erosuya. (@cafekitsune for divider.)