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Right Where You Want Me - Part 1

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Female Reader

Requested: No

Word Count: 3328 Words

Warnings: Minor Violence, Smut (Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Bondage, Biting), Swearing

Summary: After weeks of trying to track Scarecrow, you finally corner him in an abandoned building. Alone, waiting for the police to come, with an unmasked Scarecrow tied up on the floor, your urges get the better of you

Author's Note: So this is new for me. This is the first character outside of PB that I've written for on this blog. I've decided to start taking requests for non Peaky characters that are played by members of the Peaky cast to expand my horizons, and to just give me more characters to work with. Honestly I haven't seen a lot of movies/shows that each actor has done but I've seen a few Cillian Murphy roles. At some point I'll make a list of things I've seen the others in and link it on my pinned post for everyone to see. Obviously this hasn't been requested but I've hit a real bump in the road with requests right now. I hope I can do all of them and I promise I'm not going to just delete everything in my inbox, so if you've sent a request then I will get to it eventually. Anyway, in regards to the actual story, the Reader is a vigilante but I haven't mentioned any powers, abilities, hero name, etc. I wanted to keep it vague because I'm not sure what the Reader will be capable of yet. I usually do a little moodboard for the story with a picture of the person and the title and all that crap, but for non Peaky characters I'm just gonna use a gif of them. I like to use specific colours that I associate with each Peaky character but I tend to pick the same dark colours for a lot of them so if I added even more characters then I'd honestly run out of shades. There will also more parts of this, so look out for those as well!

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9 weeks. 9 fucking weeks you've been tracking down Jonathan Crane. When he managed to escape from Arkham only a week after he was thrown in there, Batman was already too busy with some clown to bother chasing him. He also claimed that you are fully capable of taking down the masked man on your own, and tonight seems to be the night you can finally show him that he's right.

Running through the decrepit building, you take down Crane's thugs as fast as you can, trying not to lose sight of the man as he runs up the stairs. He's managed to escape out fire exits before, and you're determined to not let that happen again. You're lucky none of his henchmen have any of his Fear Toxin on them, otherwise you'd have to waste time keeping your distance to make sure they can't spray you with it.

Once you've knocked out the last one, the sound of a door shutting on the floor above you alerts you to Crane's whereabouts. Grabbing the phone of the unconscious man at your feet, you sprint up the stairwell, pushing through the door you heard Scarecrow go through. At the end of a long hallway, you see yet another door closing, and a hand pulling it closed through the small window that runs from the top of the door to the bottom. You take off, pushing yourself to run even faster than before, slamming the door open and spotting Crane running down yet another hallway.

When he hears the door open, he pauses and looks back at you, his eyes that are visible through his mask just momentarily catch yours, and that falter is enough for you to finally catch up. Seeing you take off running towards him snaps him out of his gaze. He turns and reaches for the nearest door, but as he passes through it, you're right behind him. With a harsh shove, you knock him into the white brick wall across from the doorway, causing a groan to escape him as he slides down to the floor.

Your lungs are burning from the running and fighting, but you don't have time to stop yet. Removing a length of skinny black rope, given to you by Batman, from your belt, you approach the crumpled Scarecrow, who sits up straight against the wall, rolling his neck to relieve any pain. As much as you'd like to do this quickly, you don't want to get sprayed with his Fear Toxin, so instead you move slowly, studying him for any canisters of the vile creation. You're surprised to find none of it on his person, but that makes you sure that he has some up his sleeve.

Knowing it won't be easy to check without getting sprayed at all, you grab the arm closest to you and push the sleeve up, checking for any tubes or containers, but find nothing. You drop his arm, and then realise how close you are to the masked man, crouched in front of him as he watches you. You rip the mask off his head then, and are met with gleaming blue eyes, and a lazy smirk.

"There's nothing up my sleeve, miss. I wouldn't spray a pretty thing like you with my toxin." You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him, but don't reply, grabbing the other arm to check up that sleeve too. He's told you the truth, surprisingly. There's nothing dangerous to find up there.

Once you deem yourself safe from his tricks, you pull him forward roughly and begin tying him up, keeping his arms pinned behind him and his hands tied against his back. You make sure the rope is tight around his body, but not so much that it cuts off his circulation. A part of you wonders why he's being so cooperative, but you're too glad to care. Finally, you've caught him.

"It seems like I'm not the first man you've tied up," he pulls at his restraints, but there's barely any give. You scoff.

"Shut up, Crane."

Pushing him back, so he's resting against the wall again, you retrieve the phone you picked up from Crane's henchman that you dropped beside you when you pulled out the rope. You dial the familiar number in and listen to it ring. All it takes is 3 rings for the person to pick up.

"This is Gordon."

"I've got the Scarecrow in an abandoned building in the Narrows. The one closest to the bridge," you tell him in your fake voice. It's the one you put on whenever you speak to someone while hiding behind your vigilante mask.

"We'll be there soon," Gordon replies, "stay with him. There's a traffic jam outside the station."

You resist the urge to sigh, and agree. Once you hang up, you notice that the ex psychiatrist is still staring at you with that damn smirk.

"Now you're talking to other men in front of me?" He asks, coyly, "there's no need to make me jealous, you've got me right where you want me."

"Shut. Up." You repeat through gritted teeth. The man has always had a way of pushing your buttons, but he was once a psychiatrist, so it's no surprise that he's so good at reading you. It's why you also suspect that he's caught onto the way a part of you feels about him, hence the extra flirting tonight.

Most of the nights you two speak, he always has something to say like this. About you two always bumping into each other, or how much attention you give him. It infuriates the logical part of you, but the emotional part is what makes your stomach flutter at his words, and at times, also makes your body heat up with lust. You hate it, you hate him, and yet you're undeniably attracted to him. You don't know if it's because of his handsome face, or his intelligence, or maybe you're attracted to the darkness within him. Why else would you run around the streets at night if you weren't at least a little interested in the dark side of humanity?

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" The doctor's voice pulls you out of your thoughts, and you're actually thankful that he's spoken this time. You've learned over the last few weeks that trying to figure out why he has such an effect on you leads you nowhere, as you can't pinpoint what it is about him that does it.

"None of your business, Crane." You may be thankful, but that doesn't mean you're going to show it.

"But I'm a psychiatrist," he reminds you, "and you look troubled. Something you want to get off your chest?"

"Just shut up until the police get here-"

"-But I'm worried about you," he cuts you off, "I can't have Gotham's vigilante sweetheart struggling with her thoughts."

"I'm not struggling with my-"

"-Denial isn't the way to handle it. You're just causing yourself more stress in the long run."

"I'm not stressed-"

"-Then why are you pacing?"

"Will you shut up?!" With all the interruptions, you didn't notice that what he said was true. You have in fact been pacing back and forth in front of him. You stop dead in your tracks, and crouch down to his height, getting right in his face. His smirk softens to a smile, and he looks almost adoringly at you, but you know that's just your imagination.

"Finally," he mutters, "I've got you right where I want you."

A flash of fear runs through you as the possibility of you not spotting a canister of Fear Toxin in his possession crosses your mind, but before you can move away from him, Crane pushes himself forward, and his lips smash against yours.

The kiss is rough, for lack of a better word. Your teeth gnash together, your hands pull his hair, and grab his chin, putting you in control of the kiss that you shouldn't want. But God, now that it's happening, nothing short of lack of oxygen will pull you away from this man. You tug his chocolate locks back, making him groan against your lips. The vibrations from the sound travel right down to your core, awakening a longing in you for some friction.

Before you can think of anything to do about the feeling, however, your lungs burn for air, and reluctantly you pull back, panting. The doctor also pants, looking at you with dazed eyes and parted lips. He looks shocked, as if he wasn't the one who initiated the wild kiss. You breathe deeply together, heads still close and breath mingling between you. It's the only noise in the room, until the fuckers' lips twist into a smile, and he speaks again.

"Well, that calmed you down in one way."

"Is there any way to shut you up?" You snap, your grip on his hair tightening. He winces, but the smile quickly returns.

"You just learned the best way to do it," he quips, infuriating you even more, and yet, your heart rate quickens, and you swing a leg over his lap so that instead of crouching beside him, you're now straddling him, knees resting either side of his thighs. His smile widens, to the point where he's beaming at you, but you press your lips to his again before you can see the look of happiness in his eyes. Your hands grasp the collar of his jacket, pulling him flush against your body as you bite his bottom lip teasingly, then harshly, until he grunts, and you taste blood on your lips.

You pull away to assess the damage you've done to him, and what you see has your core growing wet. His lips are puffy, covered in saliva, and the bottom one has small puncture wounds from your teeth. It bleeds lightly, but the small bit that is there is what turns you on. You choose to ignore how fucked up that must make you, instead shuffling back on his thighs to give your hands enough space to undo the zip on his trousers, fingers brushing against his covered erection lightly, making him groan. When it's down, you don't bother trying to pull his trousers to his thighs, instead you reach into his boxers, feeling his member for the first time.

He's already half hard from your recent actions, and when the tips of your fingers run along the length and wrap around it, he is soon fully erect in your hand. His lips part in a long sigh, and his eyes close as he drinks in the pleasure you give him when you begin rubbing his cock slowly.

"Fuck," he moans, breathlessly, "don’t stop." You're more than happy to keep going. In fact, you even speed up and twist your hand, swipe your thumb over the head, trying all sorts just to see how he reacts to everything you do. Each new trick draws out a louder moan, and your needy cunt practically drips at the sounds. You have to fight with yourself to not start grinding against his thighs, telling yourself that the only pleasure you want from him right now is a quick fuck.

When you start to feel truly desperate, though, Crane starts trying to buck into your hand, and his noises grow more frequent. You know you've got him close to the edge, and that's when you pull your hand away. He almost whines, but a groan slips out instead, and he opens his crystal blue eyes to glare at you playfully, though the calmness in them tells you that he expected that.

"I see you can be cruel when you want to be," Crane remarks.

"Actually, I thought you'd be more interested in what I'm offering you," you quip, and before he can say anything else, you stand up. You're thankful that your vigilante costume is separated between the pants and the top, meaning you don't have to get completely naked for this, you simply need to pull your pants and underwear down far enough for them to not get in the way. Jonathan watches you push them down to your ankles, and you shake off the giddy feeling that pops up at the realisation that this is the first time he's seen your pussy, or any part of you really. This isn't a love making session with a significant other, this is a quickie with a criminal you've spent weeks trying to capture. There's no need for you to complicate the situation even further with your silly emotions.

Once you're uncovered, you sink back down on top of Crane's lap, this time not so far away. Now your chest is brushing against his, but you're still not touching in the way you desperately want to. One look into his eyes shows a hint of smugness, but it's overtaken by need; a need for what you're going to do next.

With the knowledge that he also wants to take this further, you finally feel able to raise yourself up on your knees, with one hand guiding him to your entrance, and sink onto him. A harmony of moans escape the two of you as you take in his whole length, until you're sitting in his lap almost the exact way you were before. He's longer than you expected, and you feel breathless over how far his length is inside you. Because of his size, you have to take a few moments to sit there and adjust. Jonathan, for a man who just had an orgasm ripped away from him, is incredibly patient in letting you take your time and sit there. He watches you carefully, and yet nothing about the stare is unnerving. Instead, it feels reassuring, like he's telling you to take your time and proceed however you like. You might be looking into it too much, but you're appreciative nonetheless.

After a while, you no longer feel uncomfortable with him inside you. Instead, you're overcome with desire, and you lift yourself until only his tip is still inside you, and then quickly sink back down onto him. You bounce up and down on his cock, establishing a quick and rough pace that Crane seems to enjoy, based on the moans that slip through his lips. Trying your best not to show how much you're enjoying this, how much you've craved this for so long, you only allow yourself to breathe heavily and grunt quietly.

As if he too wishes to remain quiet, Crane buries his head in your neck, and when he begins to suck on the hollow of your throat, your rhythm falls apart as a needy whine escapes you. His lips are soft against your skin, as is his tongue. He gently kisses and sucks, but just as you get used to the tender touch, he bites down hard, causing you to cry out in pain, but also pleasure. He pulls back soon after, giving you hope that not much damage has been done, but you know the blood on his lips isn't from the bite you gave him.

"Fucker!" You curse. The mark is above the collar of your top, and it's likely that only a turtleneck will cover it.

"Payback," is his reply, a cheeky grin lighting up his features. You huff and roll your eyes as if you're frustrated, but your walls clench around him at the thought of wearing his mark on your skin for everyone to see. You may just be the worst vigilante in Gotham for this.

Regaining your rhythm, you grind up and down on his cock. This time you make no effort to stay quiet, your moans mixing with those of the man below you. Your thighs begin to burn from the exertion, and with his hands tied behind his back, you can't rely on Crane to help you by holding your waist for support. Instead, you place both of your hands on his shoulders, using them to keep yourself steady and balanced.

Through half lidded eyes, Jonathan watches you ride him. He tries to buck his hips up into you, but unfortunately with how he's tied up, that makes it difficult for him to do. So he chooses to observe you: how your mouth falls open, how your eyes glaze over as your orgasm draws closer and closer. Normally, when the doctor watches you so intently, you're cautious, but right now, as you feel yourself falling apart, knowing that his eyes are on you brings you even closer to the brink.

When you know you're nearly there, one hand leaves his shoulder and reaches down to rub your clit as your hips move faster and faster. Rubbing fast circles against the bundle of nerves, you're soon cumming with a half scream, half moan. You can barely keep moving as you ride Crane through your orgasm. The sensation of your core squeezing his cock is what pushes him over the edge after you. Jonathan cums with a guttural groan, bucking his hips into your pelvis once, twice, a third time, while spilling his seed inside you.

As you come down from what is easily one of the best orgasms you've ever had, your head droops forward, your forehead landing on his shoulder. You shouldn't be holding onto him like this, even after the act you've just committed. A quick mistake made due to overflowing lust and sexual tension is one thing, but post sex cuddling is another. And yet, you can't bring yourself to pull away as you pant into the fabric of his jacket. What makes it even worse is when his cheek rests on top of your head, making the situation feel intimate, as if you two are lovers instead of enemies. He still can't move his hands, but you wonder if he would wrap his arms around you if he could.

Approaching sirens is what breaks the peaceful and confusing moment. Your panting stops, and you tense up, but you don't want to move yet. You raise your head to look Jonathan in the eye, but no words are spoken. When you hear voices downstairs, you know you have to move. No one can know that this happened.

As you let go of Crane's shoulder, though, the man suddenly leans forward, and presses his mouth to yours in a shockingly tender kiss. His lips part yours gently, and though you kiss back, you wait for the sting of his teeth on your bottom lip, but it never comes. He nibbles it instead, pulling it back and letting it snap into place playfully. God, you want the kiss to last forever, but the voices draw closer as the GCPD arrests more of Crane's men. You pull away reluctantly, greeted by his soft smile and pleased look.

You want to go back for more, or even just stay in his lap, but instead, you tuck his member back into his boxers and zip up his trousers, making him look presentable, since he can't do it himself. Then, you push yourself to stand and fix your clothing. Pulling out your grapple gun, also given to you by Batman, you approach an open window. You find yourself looking back at Jonathan one more time as footsteps approach the door. He wears the same smile and his eyes hold the same look. You almost smile back, just as softly, until he speaks again.

"Don't worry. We'll see each other again very soon, Y/N."

Your blood runs cold. How does he know your name? What else does he know? But you can't ask him anything, as the voices and footsteps become louder, clearer. Pulling the trigger that shoots out the wire, the hook lodges itself into the ledge of a nearby building, and just as the door opens, you jump, leaving behind a strangely happy ex psychiatrist and several pleased police officers.

Hey, I'm excited to see some of your works! Can I ask for C, J, and K for Momoko Togame and Mami Tomoe please? Thanks in advance!

Momoko Togame

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Momoko has experience both with her siblings and with her teammates and friends Rena and Kaede. Without the exposure to her friends, her approach would be much different. Rather than try to give you space, she would try her best to comfort you, whether it be with words or just being by your side. If you’re panicking, expect her to stick close and give you her utmost attention as she smiles and strokes your hair, making sure that you know that she’s not going to be leaving anytime soon.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Momoko isn’t one to get jealous frequently, and it takes quite a lot to make her feel as such. Although she had trouble confessing her feelings before and was one-upped in the process, she was never spiteful. On the off chance that she does get jealous, it’s going to be more of a possessive show, mainly to make known that you belong to her and to back off. There’ll be a big smile on her face as she either tries to get you to back away, or a blank-faced staring contest between her and her foreseeable foe as she waits for them to leave.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Truth be told, it was a while before the two of you had your first kiss together. It wasn’t a matter of confidence on either end, it was a small fear of rejection. What if it was too soon? Surprisingly, you were the one who had to initiate it, as even though she was completely ready, Momoko didn’t want to embarrass herself by kissing you too early in the relationship or at the wrong time. Once she got the memo, though, she made sure to return your kiss with equal fervor. Momoko’s kisses tend to be on the sloppier side, leaking into her boyish side when it comes down to it, although sometimes she’ll resort to a quick peck on the lips.

Mami Tomoe

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

First and foremost, Mami would ask if there is anything that she can directly do to cheer you up, whether it be fixing tea for the both of you and talking it out, or to just silently stay by your side. She isn’t as much help as you would think she would be; even though she’s able to put on a facade for her friends, you know the entire truth about her emotional frailty. This fact makes it harder for her to be able to comfort you with words, although her actions speak louder than mere words do. If you’re having a panic episode, she might just panic with you... but fear not, she’ll calm down quickly and do whatever she can for you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Don’t even get me started. As much as Mami might seem cool, calm, and collected on the outside most days, her unstable emotions get the best of her more often than not. This instability makes it easy for her to be jealous. Even so much as a flirtatious look your direction can set her off, an unsettling look on her face sealing the deal. As long as you don’t interact with them while she isn’t looking, she won’t have a problem. If you have a strong enough relationship built up, she won’t get the least bit upset outwardly, instead making it something to talk about at a later time.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Your first kiss together was actually during your confession. Mami didn’t really mean for it to be then, but when you’re a teenage girl with hormones, your feelings can control your actions. She was just so happy, so excited to hear that you felt the same way about her, and that turned into a kiss on the lips. Her lips are naturally soft, melting with yours so easily, but alas, it was short lived. Every other kiss from then on was subpar to your first, but she isn’t much for kisses on the lips as she is every other spot on your face. On the chance that she does kiss you on the lips afterwards, it’s only when she’s just as happy as she was in the moment of your confession.

Call me 'Kyojuro': Female Reader X Kyojuro Rengoku Smut

Author note:  I didn’t expect my first story to be so tame!  I wanted to make something dirty featuring my anime husband, but I think because this is my first, I held back. Raunchy, steamy, inappropriate shit will definitely be written in the future!

Content warning: smut, oral performed on female character, touching of breasts, mentions of bodily fluids (nothing extreme), you also are very forward in your relationship with Rengoku. I don’t really align with self-inserts that make you shy or soft-spoken (depends on the character)…it’s just not my thing!

Word count: 3.2k

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Rengoku was by no means a prude, but his Hashira lifestyle—which consisted of demon-slaying and training on constant repeat—left little time for relationships.

But it was no surprise that he quickly became infatuated with you when you were introduced as the newest Hashira. Yes, you were cute, no, you were beautiful, but that wasn’t the only characteristic that drew him in. It was also the way you were so committed to improving your skills. You were clearly ambitious – working tirelessly day and night to be a better you than the version you were yesterday. 

Rengoku recalled waking up early not long after you began your Hashira tenure, excited to start his usual training regime before the morning sun rose above the mountains and before the other Hashira started to stir. But when he approached the training grounds, he saw you practicing your movements with a sword in hand. 

You were mouthing commands to yourself, “breathe, follow through, expect a parry.” 

Rengoku watched you, quickly forgetting that he had his own training to begin. He was too engrossed by your commitment and passion to interrupt.

“I’m not one for an audience, ya know,” you shoot him a half-smile. You had noticed his presence but allowed the Flame Hashira to study you. As the newest Hashira, you hadn’t spoken up much. You simply observed during Hashira meetings, but you always found yourself interested in whatever Rengoku added to the conversation. Whenever he spoke up, his voice boomed over the others—and they listened. His points always centered on justice and protecting those who couldn’t defend themselves.

You were smitten on day one.

Rengoku’s body stiffened by your call out. He didn’t want you to feel like he was studying you, even if that was exactly what he was doing.

“Sorry! I was simply admiring your technique. And I must admit, I was surprised to find someone out here so early.”

You tilted your head to the side, the sweat that collected on your forehead from the exertion making its way down your cheek. “But you’re out here?”

Rengoku smiled softly as he acknowledged your quick rebuttal.

“Well, there’s more than enough space for us to both get our training in. Care to join me? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in seeing what the Flame Hashira is capable of.” You palm the hilt of your blade nervously, hoping he would accept your offer not only because you were putting yourself out there but also because you wanted him to say yes.

Rengoku shoots you with a dazzling smile that makes your heart stutter.

“Let us get started then.”

In a matter of minutes, you and Kyojuro stared at each other from a respectful distance away, waiting for the other to make the first move—not wanting to be caught off guard, you strike first.

The Flame Hashira dodges you easily, but he doesn’t parry or clip you with his blunted weapon. In fact, many of his movements are a response to your attacks with no attempt at fighting back. You quickly grow frustrated. You had earned your place in the Hashira ranks. You slayed just as many demons as him and had plenty of the scars and trauma to prove it.

More of the same continues, with you stringing together elaborate attacks and him dodging.

You feel the vein in your temple begin to switch, your anger reaching a boiling point. “Demons go out of their way to target women, and you dare hold back against me?!” Your body goes slack as you turn your back towards him, sending a physical sign that you were concluding the training session.

Kyojuro flinches at your sudden emotional outburst, and because he hadn’t realized he was on the defensive with you—he certainly never held back with Shinobu or Mitsuri. For some reason, a reason deeper than he could comprehend at that moment, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Wait!” Kyojuro takes a step towards you. “You are right to be upset with me, but I assure you that I mean no disrespect.”

You barely turn your head to look over your shoulder, “then fight me, Rengoku! Give me the chance to kick your ass, and if you pull that shit again, I’ll never speak to you again.”

Kyojuro contemplates your words and gives a curt nod. He gets into a battle pose and shoots a dazzling smile at you, “Very well! But please, call me Kyojuro.”

Your heart skips a beat. The sun still hasn’t begun to rise but his smile provides you all the light and warmth you could ever need. 

“S-sure thing, Kyojuro.”

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It didn’t take long until you and Kyojuro had a consistent training ritual together. With the Flam Hashira’s approval of your presence and his bragging about your abilities, the other Hashira began to accept you, too. Your nights, previously spent in your room in alone, were now occupied around a large dinner table where you all shared your meals.

“So, I’m just going to come out and say it as it wouldn’t be very flashy of me to keep my mouth shut,” Uzui begins as he sets his cup down.

Your eyes narrow at him as he turns his hulking body to face you. You like Uzui, but everyone at the dinner table quiets and stares at you—you don’t appreciate the extra attention.

“You and Rengoku are a thing, right?” You shoot him a horrified look as he brings his two pointer fingers together and touches them tip-to-tip.

Sanemi chortles at the ridiculous gesture.

You look at Rengoku, hoping that he’ll interject, but he’s quiet, observing you as a shade of pink quickly rises from his neck to his cheeks. 

Sensing the awkwardness between you and Kyojuro, Shinobu interjects—to your relief.

“Leave them be. Mitsuri, tell us more about that salmon dish you spoke about earlier.”

With that, Mitsuri launches into an animated story about the new restaurant she had discovered. The other Hashira quickly lose interest in you and divert their attention to the Love Hashira. You look up at Kyojuro, fully prepared to see him also engrossed in Mitsuri’s story. Instead, he’s looking down at his half-eaten meal with a pensive look on his face.

Your heart aches as you watch him eventually rise, excuse himself from the table, and exit the dining room. 

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you follow. And before you know it, you’re pushing his bedroom door open and closing it quietly behind you.

Kyojuro’s bright eyes look at you in surprise. “Oh, did I leave something at the table?”

You chew your bottom lip in frustration, your heart pounds in your ears, and anxiety begins to make your fingers twitch. You were uncharacteristically nervous being in front of him in his room. But you couldn’t help it because, in a matter of months, your feelings for Kyojuro had blossomed into intense feelings of wanting more from your friendship.

Kyojuro, sensing your inability to speak, rises slowly and approaches you. He takes your hands into his and stares into your own bright eyes. 

“Please….say something. I know you were uncomfortable at dinner when Tengen spoke about our…friendship.” He paused slightly over the word friendship, letting it hang between you both as if it were heavy and wrong.

Fuck it

In a moment of bravery, you tilt your head up and press your lips against Kyojuro’s. You feel his muscles tense slightly at your unexpected advancement, but he doesn’t push you away, and for that, you are beyond thankful.

It isn’t long before he moves his hands up to cup your face, his lips, initially unmoving, now pressing firmly against your own. His longing for you is conveyed as his soft lips dance slowly with yours, his fingers gently stroking the soft skin of your cheek in small circles.

A moan escapes your lips. He’s such a fucking gentleman, you think to yourself. 

When his lips part, you take the opportunity to slide your tongue in his mouth. Your eagerness makes Kyojuro’s head swirl, and his pants tighten in the crotch area. The room fills with the lewd sounds of your wet tongues mingling together as both of your arousal grows. There’s no space between your bodies as you press against one another, his solid chest pressing against your soft breasts and crotches grinding into one another, desperately trying to feel the friction despite the clothes you’re wearing.

You eventually break away from the kiss, both of your lidded eyes staring hungrily at each other and chests heaving rapidly.

Kyojuro speaks first, “Wow. Have you always felt this way about me?” 

You roll your eyes in amusement at the innocent inflection in his tone. Your hands roam over his chest, “what do you think?”

Kyojuro beams at you, “then it is official—we are a couple!”

And true to his word, Kyojuro began to court you. You assumed little would change, and in a way, you were right. You and Kyojuro still trained with each other and accompanied each other on missions, but there were other instances where your relationship was different. If Rengoku went on a mission without you, he’d bring something back that caught his eye and reminded him of you. Soon, you had to purchase a small jewelry box to hold all the beautiful adornments he had gifted you. When it was time for meals—Kyojuro would offer you his lunch and swoon when you ate from his utensils.

“Eat up, my love! We must maintain the fire in your soul; the best way to do that is with a quality meal!”

You appreciated the sentiment—even if your meals were far more flavorful than his. Your heart warmed at how much and how deeply he cared for you.

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During a rare training break, Kyojuro perched under a large tree and watched you spar with Sanemi. He felt uneasy as Sanemi fought you aggressively and without holding himself back. You had requested him to give his all as you did with every Hashira, but it still made Kyojuro nervous about the possibility of you getting hurt.

“When were you planning on thanking me?”

Kyojuro looked up to find his colleague Tengen gloating—an arrogant smirk gracing his features. Kyojuro gave him a quizzical look, unsure how to respond to a question he didn’t quite understand.

Tengen let an exasperated—and characteristically dramatic—sigh escape his lips. He crouched and rested a hand on Kyojuro’s shoulder, “Tell me, my fiery friend. Have you both consummated the relationship?”

Kyojuro’s body stiffened at the question. He felt it to be intrusive—even by Tengen’s standards.

Sensing his friend's tight-lipped demeanor and tense body language, Tengen lowered his voice. 

"Fair. I never took you as one to kiss and tell. But let me leave you with sage advice as someone with his fair share of experience with women.”

Kyojuro looked at his friend expectantly. He wanted to seem uninterested, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. You both had shared many nights cuddling and kissing had become increasingly more intense. It was becoming more challenging for Kyojuro to control himself as his hands explored your clothed body, his cock growing—almost painfully—in his pants. Some nights when you were away from each other, he’d imagine himself gingerly taking your clothes off, drinking in your body and curves like a man desperate for a taste. He’d imagine settling himself between your plush thighs and pushing his throbbing cock into your warm and welcoming mess of a cunt. On those lonely nights, Kyojuro would touch himself to the thought of you, his large hand sliding into his pants and stroking himself. His eyes would roll back as he tugged at himself with pitiful desperation at the idea of having you.

But while Kyojuro was satisfied with making love with you in the way that he knew how, he wasn’t sure if you’d be fully satisfied. So he looked at his friend, ready to accept his perverse advice.

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Your muscles ached as you dragged yourself to Kyojuro’s room. You had almost fallen asleep during your bath—Sanemi’s training session with you was intense, and you had quite a bit of bruises to show for it. You were looking forward to attaching your body to Kyo’s and drifting off, but you soon forgot about any semblance of sleep as you entered the room.

Kyojuro was sifting his hands through his barely dry hair as he had also recently returned from his bath. His bare, muscular chest still had a few droplets of water that would more than likely evaporate soon. A towel loosely hung around his waist, and a noticeable bulge strained against the white fabric in a way that made you blush. Kyojuro looked over his shoulder at you and beamed. “My love, you are right on time. There is something I wanted to speak to you about!”

Your eyes stay glued to the bulge now pointing, no, beckoning aggressively at you. Please let there be a sudden gust—give me a peak.

Kyojuro continues, “I want you to be satisfied with me, so I received advice today on how to—.” You interrupt Kyojuro with a sharp glance, your own intense eyes meeting his. 

“Kyo, no offense, but we haven't even done anything yet. You don’t really need to worry about that right now, and honestly, I’m a bit scared to ask who you received advice from.”

Kyojuro approaches you, his previously tense shoulders now relaxed at the sound of your shorthand version of his name. He cups your cheeks and looks at you with soft eyes, “You’re right. I was getting ahead of myself.”

You smile sweetly up at him; one of your fingers finds the hem of his towel and pulls. Kyojuro gasps as he’s now fully unclothed in front of you. His cock bobs up and down at the lack of fabric holding it back. You purr and grasp him in your palm, feeling the taut muscle throb excitedly.

Kyojuro licks his lips as his half-lidded eyes look down at you—his breath noticeably harsher and quicker as you stroke him. “You sure?”

You snort—not very ladylike—but a response to an obvious question nonetheless. 

Kyojuro peels your clothes off your freshly cleaned body. He groans as his eyes take in all of your curves—they’re somehow even better than what he imagined. He raises a hand to palm your breast in his hand, his fingers gently pinching and tugging at your hardening nipple. Your mouths find each other again, with an intense hunger, each of your tongues battling for dominance.

Kyojuro pulls away, “I must taste you.”

You give him a quick nod, wondering what he means as you both were doing just that, weren’t you? But you quickly understand what he meant when he picks you up, his strong arms lifting you on his shoulders.

You let out a slight squeal as you feel the floor beneath your feet disappear, and your thighs become Kyo’s new earmuffs. He takes a long sniff of your cunt, breathing in your distinct smell, his mouth watering with excitement. He licks your sensitive folds, a shiver shooting up and down your spine, as the Flame Hashira suckles at your southern lips. 

“Mmm, she’s so pretty.” Slurp  “so wet” Slurp “so tasty.” Slurp

Soon, the room fills with the sounds of his suckling and your gasps. You want to roll your hips against his mouth desperately, but the position he has you in has you pressed against the wall, and any attempt to buck your hips may result in your ass hitting the floor.

Kyojuro slides his tongue past your folds, his mouth now making out with your clit. Your juices and Kyojuro’s saliva drip down his chin. He moans into your pussy, the taste of you making him stroke his pulsing cock with one hand. Your thighs begin to squeeze around his head as you feel warmth spread in your lower stomach. “Baby, I’m going to cum,” your eyes roll back as you release your sweetness down his throat. Kyojuro shudders at how good you taste and how good he makes you feel. 

“Put me down,” you order as you briefly regain your senses. Kyojuro obliges, eyeing you hungrily, his hand still stroking himself with his precum, lubricating the now sensitive skin.

“I want you to ruin me,” you say as you stumble to the middle of the room where the bed is. As you turn to face him, Kyojuro is already on you; he eagerly pushes you down and spreads your thighs. He grunts at the sign of your messy and hungry pussy, the sign of his worshipping tongue still evident on your moist folds. 

You gasp as he’s pushing the fat head of his cock inside of you. 

“Mmmm, she’s so hungry and eager, love.” Kyojuro pushes his full girth inside of you, letting out a groan and collapsing on top of you.

You moan and wrap your legs around his toned waist as he rolls his hips slowly into you. Kyojuro is sensual and careful with his movements despite you being able to tell that it’s taking quite a bit of self-control for him not to pound you mercilessly. As he dives into you, your senses are suddenly overwhelmed with the sound of your pussy squelching as his cock fills you up, the smell of your sex, and the sight of Kyojuro’s pleasure-filled expression gracing his features. He leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth, biting gently at your sensitive skin. It stings in a way that makes your pussy clench around his cock.

Kyojuro groans, “Please forgive me. You feel too good.”

You drag your hands through his hair as you buck your hips against his, trying to match his movements. You want every inch of him to touch every inch of you.

“Don’t be gentle, Kyo. I can handle it.”

Kyojuro shudders at your invitation to ruin you. His pace quickens, now hard, and loud slapping sounds fill every corner of the room, his heavy and full balls smacking against your ass. You desperately want to open up and close yourself all at once—everything you’re feeling intense and overstimulating. 

Kyojuro is being vocal with his approval of you and how you’re taking him in, “O-oh my god, you’re pussy feels like it was m-made for me…!” He grips your thighs with his strong hands, the tips of his fingers turning white as he digs his nails into your flesh. In a quick movement, he pushes your legs further back until he’s squatting on top of you, your thighs pressed against his as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt.

You—no longer caring about how loud you are—let out deep guttural moans. You desperately reach for something to grab, and your hands find Kyojuro’s hair. You grip his thick mane at his scalp and pull. You’re not sure if the position is impeding your breathing or if it’s your moans not allowing you time to suck in adequate air; regardless, you feel as though you might pass out. 

“You take my dick so well,” Kyojuro compliments as his hand finds your clit and rubs it in circular motions with his thumb.

Drool drips out of the corners of your mouth as Kyojuro’s thrusts only get harder and more animalistic.

Kyojuro grunts, feeling himself getting close as the intense fire in his abdomen burns more and more, “stick out your tongue, my flame!”

Your tongue lolls out your mouth for him, and your eyes roll back as he sucks your tongue into his mouth; you moan in adoration as he sucks and bites on your tongue, wanting to taste every bit of you. 

Your pussy clenches and grasps at his cock as you release against him. The death grip of your cunt begging, pleading, and welcoming every drop of inevitable seed that he can give you.

Kyojuro groans loudly as he erupts, shooting hot seed inside of you, “A-ah, here it comes, ohhhhh.”

Kyojuro rests his forehead against your shoulder, the intense wave of your and his pleasure rolling through you both. You plant a kiss against his lips.

“Was that…good?” He mumbles against you.

“So good,” you whisper as you grip him tightly. You can feel his heart beating quickly against your chest. As his love oozes out of you and onto your sheets, you both drift off, gripping one another.

Hello! First and foremost BLESS you for all your SFW JJK content, everybody seems to be on the NSFW train which is fine but some of us just want to read about hand holding or getting together 😭

If you’re up for it may I please request a Choso/reader where the two of them fall in love because of Yuji? Like over protective big brother x over protective older friend. I know it’s kind of a weird request, but I’m really interested in how that dynamic could play out. If this ask doesn’t vibe then don’t worry about it!!! If it does vibe then thank you for so much for considering my request!!!

it's the little things c. kamo

A/N: anon i apologize this took literal months but i am here to feed the sfw jjk fans bc jolly gee it's an nsfw minefield out there! i'm writing this while running a high fever so im sorry if this isn't great. PROMPT: yuji meets a new friend, choso can't help falling in love. WARNINGS: none WORD COUNT: 1.1k

When Choso first met you, it was at the movie theater. What was supposed to have been some quality time spent with his brother, going and watching the new worm movie (or something, Choso couldn’t really follow the plot when Yuji excitedly recanted it to him), got unexpectedly derailed the moment he ran into you.

He supposes he should be happy that his brother can make friends so easily, that a stranger can turn into a new movie buff friend just because they were wearing some exclusive “merch shirt” (Choso still wasn’t sure what it meant for clothes to be exclusive meant). But in this moment, on this weekend that was supposed to be about spending time with his older brother, Choso wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Yuji’s attention get taken so easily by some random movie fan who was closer to his age than to Yuji’s.

His distaste for you only grew when his brother started inviting you to their sacred movie nights. Choso admits, as important as film is to his brother, he has a hard time keeping up with the new movie trends, never have even cared about movies before being reunited with Yuji. Their movie nights were chances to bond, a chance for Yuji to let his older brother into his own little world

But now you were here, the two of you talking for hours about all the fun little facts you both knew about whatever movie you had just watched. Just two peas in a pod you both were, and although Choso tried his hardest to feel bad about his bitter feelings, he couldn’t find it in himself to do so.

At least, not until Choso first interacted with you without Yuji. You had always been kind to him, not that he returned the gesture. Bringing snacks enough for the three of them, finding out what his favorite drink was from Yuji so that you were sure to get something he liked, always making sure you weren’t stealing too much of the blankets and that you could give him one if he was cold. They were little things, inconsequential things, but acts of kindness nonetheless.

It was during this first Yuji-free interaction that he first felt the distaste for you melt away. Honestly, Choso hadn’t realized you were still at their apartment, with Yuji passed out on the couch after the movie he assumed you had gone straight home, much like you usually do. He wasn’t expecting you to be in the kitchen, wearing his apron (not that you knew), cleaning assortment of dishes that had accumulated over the evening.

Choso could tell you didn’t expect to see him, that you had expected him to be asleep as much as he expected you to have gone home. But instead of greeting him, of explaining what you were still doing in their apartment, all he was met with was you, holding a newly washed baking bowl, softly uttering, “Where should this go?”

You had always been kind to him. With those little things, those inconsequential things. His favorite snacks, his favorite drinks, making sure he was comfortable during the movie. But this, this simple question of where they keep their baking bowls, tiptoed over a line of intimacy that he hadn’t expected you to try and cross.

When Choso answered you, gruff voice responding “Here, I’ll take them,” he put the dish away knowing that you were watching him, slowly learning how they organized their kitchen. It was an intimate thing, knowing how to get around someone else’s kitchen.

The next time you ran into Choso without Yuji was at the grocery store. He had admittadly seen, and ignored, you before he heard you calling out his name. When he turned towards the noise, though, your sudden proximity caught him off guard. “Could you please buy these for me?” A pack of eggs was in one of your hands, the other pointing to a one per customer rule sales sign.

You hadn’t even promised to pay him back before Choso was sighing, relenting to your request almost immediately.

It was another oddly intimate thing to do, especially with someone who was just friends with your brother. Choso found himself drawn to the way you chose what fruit to buy, how you picked brands and couldn’t follow a list even though you had it perfectly written down. He found himself chiding you when you’d have to fumble the little slip of paper out of your pocket every couple of minutes, though there was no bite in his actions as he took it from your hand to hold for you instead.

“We’ll be here all day if you keep doing that,” was his excuse for his actions, “I have other things going on today that involve not being at the store with you.” But, he didn’t and he knew that if it took you all day to shop, he would be there with you all day. Maybe it was his way of thanks for you cleaning the kitchen the other night. Yeah, that was it. This was his way of thanking you for all the little acts of kindness you had shown him since they day you met.

It certainly wasn’t because he was enjoying the time spent with you.

As time went on, little things would happen that kept bringing you two closer together. Yuji stopped always sitting in the middle of the couch during movies, accidentally bumping you or Choso into each other as he sat down on an outer cushion instead. You would come over before movies to bake brownies, inevitably needing Choso’s help to make up for Yuji’s complete incompetence with baking.

Choso isn’t sure what specifically started it, but before he realized it he was laughing with you, smiling when he saw you, looking forward to movie nights. It wasn’t until he found himself wishing he could watch a movie just you two that he realized his feelings had developed to something more than he ever thought it would be.

He wouldn’t ever dream of saying anything, not wanting to risk your friendship with Yuji over pursuing something more with him, until his younger brother sat him down one day and pestered him about asking you out. “It’s clear you’re in love with them,” Itadori comments, popping a chip in his mouth as he picks out a movie for tonight, “so why don’t you go ahead and ask them out already?”

Choso made sure to help you clean the dishes that night, asking you out in the quiet dark of night, feeling as though he was on cloud nine when you said yes.

Rotten Right to the Core

Caleb x MC

Author's Note: No thoughts, only Caleb's toxic ass behavior. This was shorter than I planned but sometimes the words lead you and not the other way around. Hope y'all still enjoy 😘 Word Count: ~1500 | Read on AO3 Summary: Caleb wants to feel you without any barriers. 🔞Content Warnings: Dead Dove, afab!MC, she/her MC, taboo (pseudo-cest), PIV, rough sex, edging, biting, protected sex until it’s not, dubcon (sexual coercion), possessive Caleb, spanking, Girlboss/Gaslight/Breeding Kink, hair pulling, putting it back in

Incoherent words fall from your mouth, muffled by the scratchy material of your grandmother’s couch while Caleb ruts into you from behind. Ever the one to take advantage of your time home alone together, your brother had you pinned to the cushion the moment you got home from a full day of classes at the Hunter’s Academy. You barely had time to for your bag to drop to the floor before his tongue was down your throat and he had you folded in half over the armrest. He’s been different since leaving for the Skyhaven base to train as a pilot. Caleb has always been the overprotective, obsessive type but now that you were no longer living under the same roof it was like he was trying to tattoo himself inside you whenever he was granted leave to visit home.

“This is just the welcome home I needed,” he groans.

His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling you back on his length with obscene wet slaps echoing off of the walls. Your body was already sore from the way he tossed you around like a rag doll, placing you in various positions and seeming unable to get enough. Heavy, firm balls slap against your puffy abused clit, teasing at an orgasm he had denied you over and over again until you felt on the verge of madness.

“Caleb, please!” you whine, voice pitched high and eyes full of tears.

A deep chuckle vibrates against your back as he pins you further with his chest.

It was borderline cruel the way he made you beg for release. You never understood why he insisted on drawing it out and tormenting the both of you, especially considering that more times than not you were on a time crunch to finish before Gran could catch the two of you. It was like he wanted to get caught, always pushing the limit further and further, seeing how close you could get to the sun without incinerating.

“You know just what I like to hear.” His warm breath is like silk against your eardrum. “I want something else from you, though.”

You don’t hesitate to answer, unable to bear the thought of waiting any longer.

“Anything.”

Caleb’s hand grips your jaw, pulling your gaze back to meet his until your neck aches from the strain. Danger flashes in his amethyst eyes.

“You have no sense of self-preservation, dear sister. You don’t even know what you’re asking for. But it’s too late to take it back.”

He bites your ear painfully as he continues to pump into you, teeth clamping hard while his tongue flicks at jewelry in your lobe. You cry out in a heady combination of pain and please, tightening around his erection.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he moans your name. His heavy cock falls out, leaving you dripping and clenching around nothing as a pitiful plea escapes your lips. “Stop being a whiny brat. You’ll get what you want. Take the condom off.”

That snaps you out of your tormented, blissed out haze, shocking you to your core.

“What do you mean, take it off—”

As you push up on one arm to turn around and face him, you collapse onto your chest once more as Caleb pushes you down and pins your arm behind your back. His hand encircles yours in deceptive softness as he guides your fingers to the tip of his hard cock to pinch the latex.

“What I mean… is take it off, pip,” he repeats.

“B-but we don’t… not without…” you grapple for understanding as responsibility pushes through your lust-filled brain.

“Yeah, well I wanna feel you. All of you. Without anything between us.”

You hesitate, knowing it would be an incredibly irresponsible thing to do. You just got into the academy and were top of your class. Before long you would be assigned to a squad at the Association, something you’ve dreamed of doing since you saw Hunters fighting off Wanderers on the broadcast as a little girl.

Caleb must sense your hesitation. Soft lips press to your cheek, a trail of soothing kisses pecking lovingly against the skin. The hand not currently wrapped around your own dips between your thighs as he starts to swirl your swollen clit. Still sensitive from the constant edging, your mind swims as your forehead falls to the cushion to stop the room from spinning. His touch is light, gentle even as your brother’s calming voice soothes you like a balm.

“I know this is new for us and you’re nervous, but it hurts that you don’t trust me to take care of you.”

“It’s not—”

“You have the implant—”

“How do you know tha—” you ask, but he cuts you off again.

“And I’ll pull out. I promise.” A soft sigh falls from his lips as he starts to pump against your hand that was still gripping him. “Just need to feel you.”

You never knew how to tell him no when he gets like this, all soft and sweet even if it never lasted.

“I-I—you promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“…okay,” you give in, body going pliant in his hold.

Pinching the latex, you start to tug. Caleb pulls back to give you space to work the condom down his length with a snap!

“There’s my sweet girl,” he praises.

Releasing your arm, he grabs himself to swipe the sticky bare head through your soaked folds with a hiss. Up and down over and over again as it keeps bumping your clit in a maddening tease. Just when you think he’s never going to put you out of your misery, he slides in with a single deep, hard thrust that takes the air from your lungs.

“Caleb!” you cry out just as he lets out a loud quivering groan.

Hand pressing against his abdomen you attempt to make him ease up. But just like before when you tried to stop him, he traps your arm against your lower back while his long cock bruises your cervix. His hips regain the brutal pace it had before the condom came off, the skin-to-skin contact making his glide through your walls much easier. Despite your pleas for him to slow down, you gush around the intrusion.

“I know you like it soft and sweet, pip-squeak, but you also like when I just take what’s mine. Don’t you?”

His hand cracks across your ass, leaving behind a sting that has you grinding your teeth. Head shaking in denial, Caleb lands another smack across the sensitive flesh followed by another and another.

“Don’t lie to me. I can feel your cunt squeezing the life out of me every time I do.”

“No—”

Crack!

“Want to try that again?”

“Caleb!”

Crack!

“Just tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”

Like a carrot dangling in front of a horse, you give, desperate for the release. Your muffled response gets lost in the cushion. Fingers thread through the base of your neck, pulling at your roots until your face is unobstructed.

“Say it again,” he demands, panting harshly into your ear.

He was just about as far gone as you at this point.

“I like it,” you mewl, not having the strength to deny it any longer.

Your body was starting to grow heavy and you didn’t have much left to give.

“Like what? Use your big girl words.”

You loved hated when he did this. He was a total sadist sometimes. Face heating to an unbearable degree, you rush out a response.

“I like it when you take what’s yours.”

“You love it when I take what’s mine,” he corrects.

“I love it when you take what’s yours,” you repeat between high pitched moans.

You would give him anything he wanted right now if he would just give you what you needed. Your dignity was long gone, that ship having sailed years ago when it came to him.

“Now tell me you want my cum.”

“Caleb,” you hyperventilate, on the verge of tears again at his constant teasing.

“Shhh, it’s okay sweet girl. Almost there, I promise. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cum.”

“Whose cum?”

“My brother’s…” you murmur, knowing exactly what the pervert wants to hear.

Caleb always did want what he wasn’t supposed to have, you above all.

“Yeah? You want your big brother’s cum? Well, who am I to deny a pretty girl her request.”

Fingers pinch your clit, the mere touch enough at this point to make you go blind with pleasure. Your abdomen tightens and your ears ring almost painfully as you’re overcome with your release. You barely even notice when Caleb pulls out with a growl and wetness coats both holes between your legs. The moment seems to go on forever until he finally releases you, allowing you to collapse face-first into the couch with your heart pounding against your ribcage.

Grabbing his still stiff cock, Caleb swipes it through the mess he made of your ass and pussy, gathering the sticky release together on the tip.

So out of it, you don’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late.

Caleb slides back into your abused, tender hole with slow intentional deep strokes.

“Caleb!” you scold, so depleted of energy that your protest comes out as a pathetic mumble.

“I kept my promise, babygirl. I pulled out. Do you think Gran would be mad if we made her a grandma again?”

“You’re a jerk,” your swat lands against his naked hip with a smack as he laughs at your expense.

Zayne: So, what is Caleb to you?

MC: The reason I wake up every morning.

Zayne: ...That’s adorable.

Caleb earlier that morning, barging into MC′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

cuddling with choso after sex? :(

tags. choso x female reader. fluff, suggestive. not beta read. reader gets called ‘baby, pretty’ \\ wc. round 400.

“fuck. . .” choso curses under his breath. his chest is heaving, his body sweaty and aching. his weary eyes instantly find yours—even when exhausted, that man knows you’re the number one priority.

he catches the way your legs are still spasming. the aftershocks of your climaxes have yet to wear off. choso reaches out to gently cup your face in his hands, “hey, baby.”

you can barely make out his worried expression due to your watery vision. you’re trying to focus on getting your breathing under control, though that seems to be quite the challenge.

“deep breaths,” choso reminds you tenderly. his voice is a bit shaky, as are the warm hands holding your cheeks. his thumb brushes over the skin—gentle caresses that keep you sane.

you nod in confirmation and follow choso’s instructions. he smiles warmly at the adorable sight of you trying to copy him, “hah, you’re so pretty like this.”

his eyes widen for a moment after he blurted out that last comment. he can’t believe he let himself get distracted by your beauty when all you need in that moment is some comfort and proper aftercare.

“ahem, sorry,” choso mumbles embarrassedly. he clears his throat and shakes his head lightly, trying to snap out of it, “d- deep breaths, yeah? in. . . and out.”

you try to focus on doing as told, but seeing your lover’s red cheeks and flustered expression makes you giggle. choso huffs and pouts—he knows just why you’re laughing.

there’s no hiding it when he’s with you. you bring these expressions of love and joy out of him. ones that he cannot keep out of sight.

“come here,” choso chuckles lowly and pulls you up onto his chest so you could rest there. he squeezes you to his muscular body, making you groan softly.

you accept your fate almost instantly and relax. you close your eyes and listen to choso’s heartbeat; it’s going fast. super fast.

that pace is normal for him whenever you’re around.

“you okay?” you decide to tease your flustered lover. you tilt your head back and kiss his jawline slowly and softly. you place your hand right on his chest before cocking your head to the left with a grin, “your heartbeat is going wild, y’know.”

choso’s grip around your waist tightens. he knows you’re playing with him, though he doesn’t mind it. you look adorable when you try to fluster him (and you succeed each time).

he shrugs with a light hearted laugh, his eyes softening. choso pinches your sides lightly to make you squirm as revenge, “can’t blame my body for reacting like that when i’m with the prettiest girl in the world.”

choso’s witty comment gains him a smack to the chest. which he - again - does not mind at all. in fact—he enjoys messing with you whenever he’s feeling playful. your reactions are what he does it all for.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 . . . 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ! — masterlist

you are the picture-perfect empress of eastern empire… until your husband the emperor, zen’in naoya, demands a divorce! but you won’t take this lying down . . .

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—kinda ooc, slowburn, angst to eventual fluff, marriage of convenience, heavy pining, mentions of infidelity, infertility, misogyny, pregnancy, explicit smut, childbirth, curses

note: inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress

more: emperor gojo | emperor naoya | ko-fi

status: completed

:: 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ::

001 — 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! in which your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress… but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you! and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...

002 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 ! in the wake of your scandalous divorce, you fall into the arms of emperor gojo satoru. for a while, you believe you have found love… until it becomes clear that your new husband is scheming behind your back! love, marriage, divorce… are you doomed to go through this path the second time?

003 — 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 ! the path of love is never easy for you, be it now or back then. love, pain, betrayal and tragedy — you have been through them all. after all is said and done, you just want one chance at happiness. so will your second marriage be what you always want it to be, or will it be one last heartbreak you have to go through?

:: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ::

you — empress of eastern empire. formerly a noble lady from an acclaimed clan and then made a crown princess of eastern empire to marry your childhood friend, naoya

gojo satoru — emperor of western empire. previously known as the "cursed prince" for being blind during a period of his childhood. for the longest time, he has been in love with you

zen'in naoya — emperor of eastern empire. your first love, crown prince naoya, wasn't the spiteful emperor who divorces you during the 5th year of your marriage, but the throne seems to shape his ambitions the longer he sits there. has he loved you all this time, you ask? dunno, only he knows

hanabi — naoya's mistress. your head maidservant ever since your marriage to naoya, she is actually compliant and doesn't seem to hold any malice against you. she bears his child, and elevated to the rank of royal consort

geto suguru — the duke. a neat and proper person, emperor gojo's peer, confidant and voice of reason. gojo claims he names his messenger cat (sugu-chan) after him out of love and respect

ieiri shoko — the countess. shoko, geto and gojo went to the imperial academy together, which is why she's so casual around both of them. after marrying gojo, she becomes your lady-in-waiting

:: 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 ::

prequel: how sugu-chan the cat came to be

empress confronting hanabi (takes place in all hail the empress)

duke geto and the empress’ paintings: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

the empress’ dress visuals

behind the scenes: untold tales

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Choso who has a raging mommy kink. Nestled between your thighs as you grab a hold of his raven locks, arching your back as he laps at your pretty cunt. Large hands holding onto your thighs, sure enough leaving dark purple marks to match with the ones on your chest from earlier. You throw your head back in pleasure as he meticulously swipes his tongue over your pulsating clit. 

“Am I doing a good job, Mommy~?”  Choso purrs out drunk off the taste of your pussy.

Not being able to say anything you nod your head and tug on his hair to encourage him further. Diving back into your sweetness, he turns into a moaning mess, grinding his hips into the bed for just an ounce of friction against his hard erection. Both of you reaching your high in unison, he drinks up all your essence, never wasting a drop. 

“Such a good boy Cho.”  you coo as you brush loose strands of his hair out of his face. 

catharsis || ──────── s. aizawa

day five — SOMNOPHILIA / VOICE KINK / DADDY KINK

『 synopsis 』 after a long patrol, your husband comes with an ache only you can sate, only to find you deep in sleep

『 warnings 』 — 18+. sm*t. minors do not interact. husband!aizawa. pro-hero!reader. p*orn with very little plot. that's why it's shorter than my normal fics. established relationship. she is a natural disasters hero. and he has his normal job. somnophilia. voice kink. daddy kink. he is very much in love with you. like borderline obsessed with you. and vice-versa as well. female reader. black-coded reader but anyone can read. he calls you a slut but you enjoy it. sweet aftercare. was this self indulgent? i plead the fifth, how bout that?

『 writers notes 』 honestly feel like i overdid with the daddy kink but here we are! hope you enjoy it and you won't get a new ktober fic until next week tuesday! check the masterlist!

『 word count 』 3.0k

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The night had fallen upon your home before you had known it, the twinkling stars gazing down at you, the full moon’s brightness fully mocking your somnolence. You could no longer stay up for him, no matter how much you tried. You had waited for long before sleep was beginning to overtake your body, and you knew this was another night you’d go without being able to see your husband. 

Your husband was Eraserhead to the world, but at home, he was Shouta to you. Your Shouta. The two of you were heroes, after all, that was how the two of you met. You knew the long nights that came with the job, especially with him being a teacher as well. 

Dressed in a thin two-piece set, in a pale baby blue, you lay on your bed, covered in your warm sheets, with nothing but the sounds of your automated fan blowing cool air into your room, combatting the heated summer night outside. With school out, and your husband only getting a reduced check from his main source of income, he had no choice but to join up in nightly patrols, his main specialty when it comes to hero work. 

The two of you found each other while working patrols late at night, you being a new transfer from a faraway city on the outskirts of Japan, where natural disasters were then likely to occur. 

“Eraserhead, what kind of name is that?” Your smile was wide, contagious even. 

The two of you stood in an alleyway, with him hanging upside down from it, his eyes obscured by the bulky yellow goggles he constantly wore.

“Trust me, I was definitely not the one to make it.” His voice was deep and grave, it slightly echoed through the alley. 

“That means whoever made the name must have been pretty special huh?”

It was silent for a moment, and for a moment, you thought you hit a nerve, anxiety rising within you. 

“Yeah, I guess you can say they were.”

You gleaned up at him, seeing some semblance of a smile on his face. This caused your own smile to widen slightly, standing up straight. 

Your marriage was a private one, one with family and friends only, a short, quiet, and intimate event. The two of you only had a week off for your honeymoon, during the time of which students were out for school to not mess with his schedule. The two of you are extremely busy, with his job as a hero course teacher and of course your own as a rescue and natural disasters hero. The two of you barely had time for each other, easily taking what you could with each other. You knew what came with dating and eventually marrying another hero, especially with someone like your Shouta. 

You lay across the bed, sighing as you relaxed into the comfort of the comforters, onto the softness of the mattress. Closing your eyes, hoping to bring a new day, hopefully with your husband’s arms comfortably snug around your waist. 

— — — —

You heard a squeak first. 

Your eyes barely cracked open, still heavy with sleep, as the squeaking sound got louder and longer for a moment and then stopped altogether. You didn’t move, your heart racing and beating drums within your chest as the sound of muffled footsteps got closer and closer to your bed. You could hear ruffling, like clothes were being moved before the familiar fresh scent of mahogany and lavender, your body relaxing as you did so. You opened your eyes a little bit further, being able to see the clock on your bedside table, seeing the number 2:34 glowing from the digital clock. This was a first, you never woke up when he came home from patrols, you always found yourself being wrapped up in his arms when you woke up in the morning. You tried to find the confines of sleep, hoping to easily slip into it, knowing you’ll wake up in your husband’s arms once more. 

Creaakkk…

His footsteps got closer and closer, his scent slowly gaining intensity as something within went off, like chilling tingles crawling up your spine. You could feel his eyes staring holes into you, possibly scanning your entire form wrapped up in your blankets. A familiar tingling sensation began to erupt and spread through you. It had been months since the last time he touched you, the two of you being completely swamped with work. Suddenly, the bedframe creaked, as you felt the mattress underneath you slightly dip. He was so close to you, his knee grazing up against your back, the blanket being the only thing that kept the two of you lightly touching. Droplets of water, possibly from his shower that he took when you were still deep in sleep, dripped down onto you, feeling the cool, wet spots from your blanket. You kept yourself as still as possible, sleep still dancing in your eyes. And then, all of a sudden, he crouched down, the bed creaking along as he did.

It took all your self-control not to gasp as you felt his erection pressing up against you. Even with the blanket, you could still feel it. You held back the slight gasp out a slight moan as he pushed his hip in between your bottom. He let out a hefty groan, his head falling right beside your own, his lips right next to your ear as he did. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, feeling yourself beginning to drip down your thighs and stain your thin shorts. All of your self-control was slipping piece by piece, your body aching and wanting for him. Your breathing became shaky, you know he could hear it, and yet he continued his actions. You could feel his lips slowly press up kisses along your cheek and jawline. His nose nestled itself in between your ear and your hairline that peeked from the night-time scarf you wore, before taking a deep breath in, taking your freshly washed scent, your body wash, as well as your nighttime hair products. 

“You smell so good,” his voice wasn't strained, as if he was holding back as well.

“I missed you so much,” he spoke again, the bed creaking again as he moved, his hands beginning to move down, thumbing along the hemline of your shorts.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here as much, snowflake,” he mumbled in your ear, his hand now officially slipping down into your shorts. 

His fingers slipped in between your legs, two of his fingers easily spreading your lips apart, cool air hitting your clit, causing your body to tremble ever so slightly. Your mouth is slightly agape, drool slowly dripping out of your mouth onto your pillow. His fingers easily spilled into the mess in between your legs, pressing up against your clit. Carefully, he massaged circles into you, every movement slow and deliberate, as if he didn’t want to wake you. He probably didn’t wake you up. You had just gotten home from aiding a beach town devastated by a hurricane, pulling people out from rubble, and creating emergency service tents. 

“I know you just got back, but I…” he trailed off on his words as his fingers slipped further down, sliding in between your labia. 

“I can’t hold myself back, fuck.”

Your husband sounded so pretty, his voice straining every syllable as his hips ground more and more into you. By now, your shorts were a mess, and your underwear soaked with your juices. No longer able to hold yourself back, you softly pushed your hips back against his fingers, and hard-on. He most definitely felt your movements, letting out a massive groan as his dick twitched underneath his boxers. 

“Naughty girl, such a slut even in your sleep…” his chuckle echoed against your bedroom walls, as his fingers dipped in even further, one of them pressing into your hole. 

“Everytime I have to stay away from you, whether it be my job, or your own job, I can feel myself descending into madness–” his words suddenly cut off with a guttural groan, his hips suddenly giving off a sharp thrust.

“I am obsessed with you, you know that right?”

Tears dripped down your eyes, staining your pillows as his words enchanted you, sending great shocks of ecstasy through you. You could feel yourself trembling, only aching for him more and more. His own boxers were sticky with pre-cum, you could feel it oozing onto your satin shorts, slowly mixing in with your own soaked juices. His hand slowly pulled themselves away from your cunt, the sudden loss of pleasure causing your emotions to deflate before feeling that very same hand pulling at the hem of your shorts. You kept as still as possible as his large hands pulled your shorts down around your ankles, revealing your wet pussy. 

“Agh, fuck,” is all he could say as he suddenly sat up for a moment. 

You could hear shuffling in the background, most likely him taking off his boxers, hearing some kind of fabric being thrown in the air and landing on the floor. You felt his hands back on you, before feeling the tip of cock press up against your cunt, slipping and sliding in between your lips, gathering some of your juices. With a final swipe, before you knew it, you felt him press the tip at your pussy, your body trembling as he began to push it. 

“Baby, baby fuck–”

He pushed himself deeper into you, your eyes squeezed shut, your cunt throbbing around him.

“Missed you, missed you so fucking much,”

You had never heard him ramble like that, his usually deep gravelly voice seeped in desperation. His hands gripped at the meat of your thigh, holding your place as he rutted his hips into you. Your lips parted, and the entire area underneath them was drenched with sweat. Your hands tightly squeeze the comforter. The heat was overtaking you, a violent intensity grappling at you. Your thoughts that once ran wild soon became filled with one thought, Shouta. Everything about him was different, the way his voice hit your ears, each syllable easily ripping a new reaction out of you. It was only a matter of time before you lost control before he knew you were awake, feeling everything he was doing to you. 

“My wife, my pretty wife,” he groaned, his hands moving up and about.

“How could I fucking stay away from you?”

With his strength, he moved you about with ease. You no longer lay at your side, but instead, your knees dug into the mattress, your stomach lying against the bed. He pressed his hand against your back, your back arching up against him. He never pulled his cock out of you, staying snug inside you as he positioned you to where he wanted you to be. 

As soon as you were in position, he held no mercy towards you. Pounding away at you, like a man with nothing else to live for at that moment but to ravage you. Tears welled in your eyes as absolute euphoric pleasure took over you, it came as quick as lighting. With the sudden overload on your senses, your control over your actions snapped.

A moan slipped out of your lips, the sound causing him to falter for just a moment. With the wet sound of skin against skin, he leaned down once more, moving his long hair out of his face, finally allowing him to see the tears streaming down your face, your eyes slightly opened, rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape with spit dripping down.

One of Shouta’s hands stayed at your hips while the other suddenly reached down, wrapping around underneath your chin, pulling your body upwards with ease. Your hands propped you up as he pulled your head back, your eyes locking. The position allowed you to see just how frenzied your husband looked. His thick fat cock plunging mg into you, each movement only escalating him more and more.

“How long have you been awake sweetheart? Huh, liked what I was doing to you? Hmm?”

You tried to speak, but the only thing that could slip out of your mouth was pleas if you could even call it that.

“Daddy, Daddy-fuck, it’s too–fuck!” You screeched, gripping at the pillow as your eyes squeezed shut, overcome by the sudden frenzied thrusts your husband was sending your way. 

“Dirty little slut, letting me think you were asleep ? How long were you awake for?”

For a moment, you couldn’t answer him, only focused on the effervescent volcano building up within you. All of a sudden, his thrusts slowed down, causing you to whine as you looked back at his teary eyes. 

“I asked you, how long have you been awake?”

“Since the moment—ahh– you walked in! Since the moment, you walked in, please don’t stop fucking me, Daddy!”

Shouta suddenly pulled all the way out, your cunt only squeezing around the tip of his fat cock, before slamming it back into you, almost hitting and bruising your cervix. Both you and his own moans and groans echoed into the air, mixing together in a beautiful melody. His hand left your chin, your body flopping forward for a couple seconds before suddenly feeling your arms being jerked back. Your moans became scream-like as he grabbed at both of your wrists, suddenly pulling your arms back. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, hissing as he pummeled into you, “so fucking tight–huh, you like the way I fuck you, huh?”

You could barely get any words out, shaking your head vigorously, clenching around him. Every plunge into your cunt devoured you, your husband’s moans and groans had your body trembling. His growls reverberated within your ears, only causing your body to curl in pleasure. 

“I said,” he suddenly cut into your thoughts, your body jerking up even further, “you like the way I fuck you, slut”

“Yes, daddy!”

Shouta’s chuckle was deep, and his thrusts only overwhelmed you even further. You relished in the way your skin took the pain, feeling the bloom and sting tingle all over you. If you could blush, you knew the bottom of your thighs would be blooming red. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, your eyes rolling out the back of your head. All of a sudden, Shouta dropped your arms, your body flopping, back arching into the bed as his hands gripped at the flesh at your hips and butt. His thrusts became erratic in nature, his already broken-down composure crumbling even further. You could hear his breathy words, soaking in the neediness laced within them. 

“Missed you so fucking much, my wife– my fucking wife.”

“Look so fucking pretty, so fucking senstive f’ me.”

“Missed this pretty fucking pussy, hate how much I have to leave you–fuck!”

Shouta’s body lurched, towering over your own. You could feel his sweat dripping down from his body, falling like light rain into your almost bareback, your thin night-top crumpled up at your bosom. Your hands crumpled up the blankets and sheets underneath you, the feeling of your tongue slightly grazing against the fabric. Your words soon dulled out, the only thing on your tongue was your monas and coherent words putting together the title you called him in bed. You could feel your cunt tightening up around him, like a ticking time bomb going off within you. 

“Such a sweet fucking pussy– fuck–” his body suddenly lunched, the bruising grip he had on your hip tightening. 

Your body convulsed, shaking in his hold as your mind went blank white, tears streaking out of your eyes as your climax ripped out of you, your juices spilling and ripping all over him. 

“Daddy!—”  your final words cut, your voice echoing against the white walls of your room.

With a final grunt, you felt your husband slump over, feeling his dick twitching inside of you, painting your walls white. Soon, the only thing you could hear was the sounds of your heavy breathing, both your and Shouta’s as well. You let out a whimper as you felt him pull out his cock out of you, leaving you with withdrawal. Without him letting go of your hips, your legs fully slumped onto the wet bed. With hands still around you, shrieking as he swept you up from the bed. You held onto him as your husband slowly got off the bed, turning your head to see him slip into your bedroom’s bathroom, using one hand to turn the light on. He placed you on the toilet, before walking to your sink. You couldn't help the soft smile that slowly appeared on your face as you heard the faucet turn on. 

He walked back over with a rag, slowly opening up your legs as you both felt and saw your cum mixed with his, dripping down your inner thigh. He moved the warm rag against your skin, letting out a short gasp as he grazed the rag against your sensitive cunt, cleaning up the main source of the mess. You heard your husband let out a breath of a chuckle, seeing a ghost of a smirk etched on his face. Your soft smile turned abashed as your hand reached up, smacking him slightly on his shoulder. Your brick house of a husband didn’t even flinch from your smack, continuing to clean you up. Soon you could feel nothing but the touch of water on your legs. Once finished, your husband slowly pulled your soaked shorts down the rest of the way, before tossing them into your laundry hamper. With nothing else, he carried you back to the bed. 

The two of you slipped underneath the sheets, his arm easily wrapping your waist as he pulled you close. You had no use of the pillows, using your husband’s naked chest, humming at the warmth that radiated off of his body. Before you knew it, you had laid a soft kiss against the beefy shoulder of your husband, before snuggling back into him. You both heard and felt him move, smiling as you felt a soft pressure against the top of your head, feeling the sensation of lips. With that, you drifted off to sleep, slowly hearing your own husband’s snores echo into her.