Satoru On A Random Tuesday:

Good for him

me when a character who was completely powerless gains power and proceeds to lose themselves in the intoxication of it before coming to and being horrified by their own capacity for bloodlust

SHUT UP!

🏮 sub!gojo x dom!reader 🏮 strapping mr super annoying (read: pathetic) six eyes

Just thinking about how Gojo is, simply put, really annoying…

How even when you’re fucking he just won’t shut up. Poking and prodding you with taunts as you ride him, that you’re going too slow or too fast, that he’s in a rush and doesn’t have all day or that he isn’t looking to make a new olympic record for the fastest round. Even when you gag him, his own blindfold shoved messily into his mouth, it’s like he speaks with his hands. Pushing and pulling you every which way—forcing your hips to move under his strong grip or tugging your head down and baring his neck in the hopes you’ll get the message to bite at the skin there.

Satoru maintains his flurry of babbling words and annoyingly insistent hands every single time—without fail. Desperate, you’ve tried anything you could think of to knock him down a few pegs; he’s been gagged and bound and hit and degraded. But nothing seems to disrupt the banter he likes to keep up even when the timing is totally inappropriate. He never seems to care—even enjoys it, you’d venture. A cheeky, arrogant smirk gracing his face whenever he sees you getting frustrated at him—your barbed, exasperated words only riling him up or encouraging him.

That is, until you tried strapping him.

He kept up his stream of antagonising remarks through you kissing him and forcing him to lay back onto the bed, through bending his legs as you move to kneel between them. All up until your curious fingers began prodding at him, smoothing over his entrance. Satoru protests, moving to sit up and laughing awkwardly to try and regain the upper hand.

Relax. Trust me.

The breath catches in his chest when you first sink a finger into him, feeling along his walls curiously. An addicting red flush spilling over his cheeks and down his chest. And by the time you’ve got three fingers inside him, squelching noisily and scissoring when you thrust in, he’s keening under you. Hands scrabbling for purchase on the soft bedsheets below him and head tipping back to whine in embarrassment. No trace of the annoying sorcerer you’ve become so intimately acquainted with to be found.

And god, when you raise yourself up on your knees, drizzling lube onto your strap and stroking along the length—it’s like he’s gone mute. So entirely enraptured as he watches your fingers spread the sticky liquid, throat bobbing nervously.

The only sound you hear from him when you press into him, forcing him to take inch by inch of you until you’re snug against him, is Satoru whining, a breathy oh fuck that tangles in a high-pitched moan. It’s like he’s been possessed—or maybe you have, determined to hear more as you pull out before snapping back in, hard. Listening to how the air is punched out of him.

And as you fuck into him, your pace punishing in every right—elated at this newfound silence after suffering for so long—he writhes under you. Utterly gone. His face red and splotchy, and tears clumping at his lash line that spill over on a particularly rough thrust. A slurring string of keening, desperate noises dripping from his lips, only interrupted as you force him up the bed when you rut into him.

Satoru’s ah ah ah devolving into fuuu-nghh when you hit his prostrate, slamming into it without remorse. His abdomen quivering and back arching, lips red and swollen with how he’s biting them. And when you balance yourself, reaching a hand to roughly fist his dick in time with your hips, he sobs, voice jumping as he comes—release painting his stomach and tears streaming down his temples, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

You grip his waist firmly, digging your fingers in as you help him ride it out so that he may be left with a bruise. A reminder tomorrow—of how you quite literally fucked Satoru’s snarky words right out of him.

{ 𓆩 x 𓆪 }

okay, but what if

Charlie's entire childhood, Lilith and Lucifer were constantly jokingly being mean to each other, like a lot of little married people banters, so she just assumed being mean to someone is a sign of love. She eventually got smarter and grew out of it, although she still catches herself sometimes mocking Vaggie, not very often, though.

So her first thought when Alastor and Lucifer started fighting was "are they flirting??"

Yes. Yes they were.

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this is pt.2, pt.1

Toji, Kento, Satoru, Geto

TOJI

good fuckin slut

sweet little honey on the road

“Daddy will be home soon, baby...”

virgin killer

KENTO

all yours

bounce on your husband's cock, baby

making you feel good

after a long day

SATORU

the strongest bouncing you on his strongest

distracted in the kitchen

gift after a mission

take it then

GETO

you're so perfect...

my perfect fucktoy.

fucking the teacher for a better grade

turning you into his little cockcrazy monkey

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 thinking 'bout lovesick! yuji... best friend! yuji who is so in love with you but doesnt have the guts to outright tell you.

dies every time you two hang out 'cause you just prattle on and on about how you wish you had the experience of being eaten out... and you trust your best friend so much that it doesnt come as a shock or as anything other than a willingness to help you out when he tells you he'd volunteer.

easy to lay back against his bed, the same one you two spend so much time cuddling on in between classes and movie sessions. so easy to spread your legs for him and let him nose against your weeping cunt.

wondering why it's so warm and smells so good. eagerly nuzzling along your swollen lips, shamelessly sucking in the skin into his waiting mouth. and you don't know if its embarrasment that he doesn't look up at you once- not until you keen out his name all high and pretty.

easy to tangibly see how lovesick yuji is for you when he just sucks your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks. his hands balled into fists on either sides of your hips- not daring to touch. just follows around the canting of your hips with his bobbing head. he doesn't even mind when you buck up and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum in broken pants of his name and pleads.

pleads that fall on deaf ears because he's just too far gone, thinks that "just a little more- just a little bit more and i'll stop." but he never does.

its not until you take shaky hands and push against his forehead after cumming for the 3rd time. too weak to pick your head up off the bed for minutes at a time. and when you finally do- he's sitting there, fist wrapped around the print of his cock through grey sweats.

visibly shaking with the restrain he's going through, meeting eyes with yours when you have the ability to pick your head back up and see the way he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling- groaning an apology for getting too ahead of himself.

wondering... "do you ever wonder what cock feels like?" yuji asks, barely audible- like he wishes he could show you what that's like too. and to his dismay and utter relief, you nod pretty at him.

source bcs screenshots weren't working

After a lot of begging, I decided to end up posting this luci doodle I finished!! >:) it's a great day to be a cowboy lover isn't it 🙏