Two Is Better Than One

two is better than one

gojo x fem!reader x geto ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ nsfw mdni warnings: Threesome, drug use, language, praise/degradation, name-calling, rough sex, mild voyeurism, creampie synopsis: Newly single and looking for trouble, you find yourself in between two of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. word count: 5.2k

“Fucking prick,” you seethe, taking yet another shot of tequila down.

Your skin is burning, and it’s not just from the liquor coursing through your veins. You’re fuming. Your boyfriend of two years dropped the ball on you earlier this week.

“I don’t love you anymore,” he states. "And I haven't for a while." He avoids your gaze. What a pussy. He’s seemingly so sure of this statement, yet still attempts to hide from confrontation. Typical.

This isn’t the first time he’s done this. It doesn’t hurt like it used to, though. It’s a toxic, cyclical pattern you’ve endured for years, and somehow grown accustomed to.

You look at the ground and can't help but laugh, shaking your head. You meet his gaze again, your eyes swimming with rage and disappointment, and head to your shared bedroom to pack some of your belongings.

You pack as much as you can into a suitcase, and as you head to the door, you turn to face him one last time.

"I'll be back later this week to get the rest of my stuff," rolling your eyes at him as you depart. There was no reason to fight this anymore.

To others, you seem heartless and cruel for the way you handled this situation. The truth is, you hadn’t been present in the relationship since the last time this happened. You anticipated the end from the moment he offered to "try again". You knew he'd never change, and you were too weak to leave first.

You blame yourself for putting up with his neglect for so long. You’re ashamed that you allowed him back in time and time again. Each time he walked away, it was you who was left to pick up the pieces.

It’s time to take control of your life again, but why not have some fun first? Everyone copes in different ways, and tonight, your vices come out to play.

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You’re unsure of how many drinks you’ve had thus far, let alone how high your tab was now, but you couldn’t care less.

All you want is to feel nothing at all.

You rub the furrowed area between your eyebrows tentatively, stomach burning with liquor. “I need a cigarette,” you grumble.

Outside, you lean against the brick wall of the club, feeling the bass still pounding in your chest. Your ears are ringing from the change in volume, your eyes readjusting to the yellow cast of a nearby streetlight that contrasted the dim lights of the club. You don’t notice the dark man join you along the wall as you pull the cigarette cartridge from your purse.

“Need a light?” His voice is sultry and low, almost inaudible.

Your eyes meet his and you raise your eyebrow at him, as if to let him know you’re wary of him, but nod and lean forward with the cigarette in your mouth, eyeing him the whole time. He pulls a lighter from his pocket and flicks the gear with his thumb. You inhale deeply and lean back, head tilted to rest against the wall again, then exhaling gently towards the night sky.

Your eyes fall back on the mystery man as he sparks a cigarette for himself. He’s alarmingly handsome. Tall and dark. Broad, strong shoulders. Alluring. You can’t help but stare.

He catches your gaze and you see a smirk curl at the edge of his lips. You feel a warming sensation run throughout your body, flushing your cheeks, and this time it wasn’t due to the tequila.

“Suguru,” he states with a soft smile.

“Y/N,” you respond.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here when all the fun's inside?” he inquired.

You roll your eyes at the corny nature of his question.

“Nursing a broken heart, if I’m honest,” you breathed out, looking away again and taking another drag from your half-smoked cigarette.

Suguru nods, sensing you don't want to open up about it. He takes a puff of his own preroll.

You make small talk as you both work on finishing your cigarettes, enjoying a break from the noise in the cool, quiet evening.

"Are you just now getting here?", you ask, trying to distract yourself from the inappropriate ache in your core caused by a man you've only just met.

"Yeah, my friend and I are just trying to blow off some steam after work," he replies, taking another puff.

"What do you do for work?" you ask, intrigued, wanting to know as much as you possibly can about the mysterious man standing before you.

"I'm a teacher."

"Nothing nobler than education. I commend you," you respond teasingly, tilting your head. He chuckles in response.

A teacher, you think. There's something sexy about a patient man who can lead, command, and discipline.

There's a lull in the conversation, so you take the time to really drink him in. Finishing your cigarette, you notice how his sharp, defined features juxtapose the soft feathering of his long hair. He's unreal. He reciprocates, taking in every angle and curve of your face. Something unspoken is floating around the two of you, and after a few moments, Suguru breaks the tensioned silence.

"Your ex is a dumbass," he bites. "I would want nothing more than to fill your life with pleasure," he breathes out, seemingly frustrated. You smile. You hadn't been complimented in months.

"You deserve to be worshipped..." he adds, pausing between his words. You watch Suguru's eyes run along your body once again. He admired the way your tight dress hugged you, clinging to your waist before tapering out at your hips. You curved so effortlessly, so beautifully.... "and simultaneously destroyed."

Suguru couldn't take it anymore. He needed to feel you.

He closed the distance between the two of you, his hands finding your waist, effectively pinning you against the wall.

You bring your arms up to wrap around him instinctively, resting your wrists against the back of his neck. You inhale deeply. He smells divine.

You gaze up at him, eyes wide. The sudden close proximity catches you off-guard. The difference in size and height between the two of you sends another pulse to your core. You're touch-starved. You couldn't remember that last time you and your ex had been intimate.

He chuckles softly at your reaction. Shit, you think, can he tell I'm getting turned on?

Feeling bold and newly free, you look from his lips to his eyes and back again.

Message received.

He crashes his lips into yours. You moan at the force, prompting Suguru to trace your bottom lip with his tongue. The sensation between your legs only grows hotter.

A grown escapes his soft lips, hands clawing hungrily along each others bodies, tongues battling for control, the shared taste of cigarettes and liquor making it even more arousing. Your bodies are fully flush against one another, one of his legs wedged between yours. You thrust your hips slowly, grinding against him. The contact against his firm thigh giving you the stimulation you had been craving for months. You moan into his mouth, your pussy throbbing against him. You continue to rut against him, his hands pulling you down to intensify the contact between his clothed thigh and your hot, pulsating core. This carries on for several minutes, but for you two, it feels as though no time has passed.

You pull away from him to catch your breath, eyes low and head dizzy. He groans at the loss of contact, but steps back a bit, allowing you to smooth your hair out and readjust your skin-tight dress. You didn't want him to know how much of an effect he already had on you, but he seemingly already knew after the show you had just put on; Get it together, Y/N. You guys had only just met, for Christ sake, regardless of how badly you wanted him to drill you outside the club. You step closer to him and kiss him deeply once more, pulling away but keeping your faces close.

"Your taste is addictive, baby," he breathes out, eyes low. You smile to yourself. Let's have some fun, shall we?

"Maybe we'll run into each other again," you seduce, smiling wickedly at him before turning and walking back inside. Suguru huffs a bit, annoyed that you were leaving so soon, his desire for you growing even stronger. But his dark eyes flickered with excitement, watching your hips sway as you depart. Your defiant nature seemed like a challenge. And Suguru loved the chase.

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You return to your seat at the bar. Your mind is consumed by the arousing interaction with Suguru. You wanted more. But, after spending two years with someone who wanted nothing more than to leave you, you thought it was only fair for you to be chased this time around.

You cross one leg over the other in hopes to quell the sensations throbbing deep in your pussy, but it only added additional pressure. You huff softly. I need more tequila, you decide.

You catch the attention of the bartender with a smile and motion with your finger that you'd like another round. As she returns with your mixed drink and shot, a voice emerges from just over your shoulder.

"Put her tab on me," the voice states, sternly. The bartender nods, making the requested changes on her handheld system before going to cater to other patrons.

You turn your head toward the unfamiliar voice, only to be met with the most beautiful pair of eyes you'd ever seen peering over the round frames of his sunglasses. Strikingly blue. He grins down at you, and your breath hitches in your throat, another pulse sent straight to your core. He's gorgeous. Platinum white hair. Tall. Slender. Violently confident and charismatic. Anyone who wears sunglasses at the club is either too intoxicated to make eye contact or just absolutely insufferable. But his seem to suit him perfectly.

"Hello, beautiful," he smirks. His arm snakes around the back of your chair, his hand rubbing deep circles into your shoulder. You lean into his touch and stifle a moan that threatened to escape your lips, still recovering from your interaction with Suguru. You smile back up at him through your lashes.

"I'm Y/N", you purr, tilting your head slightly with a small smile. With all these beautiful men wanting your attention, you should have called it quits with your ex a long time ago.

"Satoru," he replies, his free hand taking yours. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently, winking at you. You giggle at the cheesiness of his affections, but it was definitely working. He releases your hand and removes his arm from around your shoulder, taking a seat next to you at the bar. You turn to face him, and you notice him raking his eyes up and down your body, taking in every part of you, before his gaze meets yours again.

"There has to be a reason why a stunning woman like you is drinking alone at the bar," he says smoothly.

"I would return the sentiment, but it seems neither of us are alone anymore," you grin, pushing your hair out of your eyes.

"I appreciate you paying for my drinks," you follow up.

"It's been a while since anyone's done that for me," you say, your appreciation swirling around your words. You sip from the cocktail straw in your drink, gazing deeply into his eyes.

"Anytime. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to speak to you," he replies.

You watch as his eyes run up and down your body again. Your cheeks flush and the pulse between your legs picks up again, and you recross your legs in an attempt to hide it.

But there's no hiding from Satoru.

He leans closer to you, placing his hand on your thigh. You glance down, his thumb rubbing gently on your soft flesh. Your breath catches in your throat, and Satoru smirks at the way your body is already responding to him. His mind wanders to what else he could do to you...to the sounds you'd make for him.

He begins to speak, but before he can get anything out, another voice interjects.

"I see you've met my friend, Satoru."

You lock eyes with Suguru, who's now standing beside Satoru. You glance between the two of them, panicked. Shit, you think. Not good. You had enough drama in your life from the past two years to last you a lifetime. And of course, being caught between two friends tracks for the kind of luck you have in your life.

Before you start pleading your case, Satoru speaks up.

"Damn, so you got to her first, huh Suguru?, the white-haired man huffs out, directing his attention toward his friend. Satoru's thumb is still massaging your thigh, squeezing hard, as if to assert dominance.

"Yeah, I did. We had some fun out there didn't we, Y/N?" Suguru retorts, smirking down at you. Your mind wanders back to the way you were using his thigh for your own pleasure. Unsure of how to play this situation, you nod slowly, blushing, still glancing between the friends. Satoru smirks at his friend's comment.

"So, are you guys going to fight over me or what?" you boldly ask, resting your elbow on the bar top and propping your head up, hoping to regain control of this situation. Satoru chuckles at your statement, glancing up at his friend.

"That won't be necessary, princess," Suguru says teasingly, directing his gaze back to Satoru, who gives a small nod in response. A coy smile spreads across both their faces, looking back at you. Your heart rate quickens and your eyes darken, and while you're unsure of what's in store for you this evening, you can't help but feel aroused. Fuck it...let's have some fun.

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Shot after shot cascades down the trio's throats as the night carries on. With the music rattling through your chest and the spotlights bouncing off the walls, you find yourself getting lost in this moment. You felt free. Pure ecstasy courses through your veins. Your back is pressed up against Satoru, grinding your ass in tempo to the music. Suguru is sat in a booth, arms extended along the back of the chair and legs crossed, watching the whole ordeal, his erection becoming more difficult to conceal.

You tilt your head back against Satoru's shoulder, peering up at him through your lashes, and his arm snakes around you. His hand finds its' way to your neck, massaging it gently. The contact only spurs you on, grinding deeper into Satoru's crotch. You can feel him grow harder against you, his other hand clawing at your hip, pulling you even closer. People lingered around the two of you, the dance floor of the club teeming with sweaty, intoxicated bodies, but it felt as though you and Satoru were the only people on earth.

Your eyes maneuver through the sea of people around you and lock eyes with Suguru. He's smirking at the two of you. Even with the distance between you, you can tell he's enjoying the show. Maintaining eye contact with Suguru, you run your tongue along your upper teeth, grinding harder against Satoru. You see Suguru shift his weight in the booth, knowing he's getting harder watching the steamy interaction between you and Satoru.

You turn around to face Satoru, wrapping your arms around his neck. Bringing his face closer to yours, you run your tongue vertically from his bottom lip to his top lip. He groans, grabbing the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. Your tongues are battling one another for control. Soon after, you feel another body press up against your back, You break the kiss, Satoru removing his hands from around your neck to find your waist. You turn and see a smirking Suguru. He brushes your hair away from one of your shoulders, ducking his head down to gently suck on the soft flesh of your neck. You roll your head back and rest it against his shoulder, eyes lilting closed. You moan at the way his warm breath dances along your sensitive skin, sending chills down your spine.

Satoru pouts a bit, feeling left out. He uses two fingers to tilt your chin back so you can meet his gaze. Your eyes are glazed over, lids low, and Satoru chuckles at how fucked out you already look. He leans down and kisses you deeply again. Suguru is still suckling gently. He breaks away from your neck and brings his lips closer to your ear.

"Are you ready to go, princess?" Suguru asked, feeling you nod desperately against his shoulder, still making out with Satoru.

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You're sat between the two men in the back of a cab, heading to the hotel you've been staying in since leaving your ex. Both of their large hands are placed each of your thighs. Your attention is on Suguru, kissing him deeply, tongues lapping against one another. You pull away, a thick trail of spit connecting the two of you. You turn to Satoru and give him the same treatment, mixing all three of your fluids together. Suguru groans at the sight and digs his fingers into your thigh before dragging his hand under your dress and over your panties to meet you in the place you crave him most. He rubs tantalizingly slow circles into your clit, making you rut into his hands.

"Feels so good, doesn't it, princess?" Geto asks you, teasingly.

"Your pussy is so hot for us," he continues, growling into your ear. You try to pull away from Satoru to fall deeper into the feeling of Suguru playing with your pussy, but Satoru grabs you by the back of the neck to prevent you from leaving.

"Stay right here, sweetheart," Satoru mumbles against your lips.

"Be good for us," he groaned out. You moan in response. Satoru's grip on your neck constricts and relaxes over and over, massaging your throat, and the throbbing in your pussy matches the rhythm against Suguru's hand. You place your hand on Satoru's bulge, palming him through his slacks. You mirror your actions against Suguru. You hear Satoru's breath catch in his throat from the sudden contact, and Suguru growls softly into your ear.

"That's it, baby, th-that's it", Suguru slurs out.

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After pulling up to the front of the hotel, Suguru hangs back to pay the driver while you and Satoru stumble up the marble stairs and through the entrance way, not wanting to break the contact between the two of you. You break away for just a second as you pass the woman who checked you in on your first night. You exchange small smiles at one another as you and Satoru walk by, her knowing about the situation that brought you and her to meet. Her eyes widen when Suguru catches up to the both of you and slings his arm around your waist, guiding you and his white-haired friend toward the elevator. Her surprise is soon replaced with elation, and she giggles to herself, happy to see you're finally enjoying yourself. Atta girl, she thinks.

The ride up to the 15th floor feels like an eternity. You're pressed up against Suguru, his back flush with the elevator wall, the two of you making out deeply once again. Satoru is on the opposite wall, palming himself to the scene unfolding in front of him. The doors finally part, and Suguru leans down and picks you up by your thighs. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and intertwine your finger behind his neck for support. He walks the two of you out of the elevator, Satoru hot on your tail. At the door, you break away from Suguru's lips to pull your keycard from your small handbag. Handing it to Satoru before reigniting the kiss with Suguru, you hear the lock disengage as he taps it against the keypad and pushes the door open.

Suguru drops you onto the bed before standing upright again, he and Satoru shoulder to shoulder, smirking at each other before peering down at you. The dominate energy of the two of them send chills down your spine.

"Isn't she beautiful, Suguru? I can't wait to ruin her". Your eyes widen at Satoru's brazen remarks. You prop yourself up on your elbows, bringing your thighs back together and blushing at the two of them.

"Don't get shy now, sweetheart, you were such a tease this whole evening," Satoru laughs out, leaning over you.

"You're gonna take what we give you and thank us after we're done with you."

"She's quite the vixen..you should have seen the way she blue balled me outside the club," Suguru growled back in response. His hands find the hem of your dress, dragging it up over your hips as you sit up more so he can fully remove your clothing. Laid out before them in only a black lace thong and matching bra, they drink in the delicious sight. They each remove their outer layers, discarding them across the room, until they're left in only their boxers. You run your eyes up and down each of their bodies. They look delicious. Chiseled from marble.

Suguru climbs onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard. He leans forward and grabs underneath your arms, dragging you up the bed so that your back is flush against his toned chest. You're sat between his legs, his strong, calloused hands holding your thighs apart as Satoru lays himself on the bed, settling his head between you thighs. Your breath hitches at the sight of his pretty blue eyes staring up at you.

Satoru kisses along your thighs, the warmth of his exhales teasing you, purposely skipping over your dripping cunt. You groan, bucking you hips toward his face, only to be held back by Suguru's firm grip on your hips.

"Aht aht, that's not how good girls ask to be pleased," Suguru murmurs into your ear, gripping your hips even tighter.

"Tell Satoru what you want, princess".

"P-please 'Toru, your mouth," you whimper out. Satoru's finger runs up and down your clothed slit, making you buck your hips again.

"You gotta do better than that," Suguru chucked, "Beg for it, sweetheart".

"Please, fuck me with your mouth. I promise to be good. I want to c-cum on your tongue. P-please, Satoru." Without hesitation, your panties are ripped off of you and discarded, Satoru's tongue delicately dancing up and down you slit before taking your swollen, needy clit into his soft lips, sucking hungrily. You tangle your fingers in his blond tresses, pulling gently. Satoru groans into your cunt, the vibrations bringing you even closer to the edge.

"You sound so fu-fucking good 'fa me, baby girl," Satoru stutters out, trying to speak and eat at the same time. "You k-know it's rude to talk with your mouth full, right ahh.. right, Satoru?", you try to retort. Satoru giggles into you and you hear Suguru's chest vibrate against your back with a chuckle.

Suguru's mouth hangs open, the gushing wetness of your pussy and the sounds you're making in response to his best friend devouring you fills the room. It's almost unbearable for Suguru to resist pushing Satoru away and taking you all for himself.

"She's a fiery one, isn't she, Satoru?" Suguru raises an eyebrow at his friend, who peers up from between your legs and nods in response.

"Mhmm, and she tastes so fucking good," Satoru murmurs against you in response, his tongue still thrashing against you. Satoru teases one finger against your hole before plunging it deep inside you. Pumping in and out rhythmically, he finds your g-spot with ease. He massages into you with the rough pads of his long, slender fingers. His lips latch around your swollen bundle of nerves, sucking greedily. You feel the coils tightening in your stomach, arching your back away from Suguru.

"I...ahh f-fuck..I'm s-so close, Satoru," you cry out, trying to close your legs around his face. Suguru pries your legs apart and holds them open.

"Let go, baby. C'mon, be a good little slut...cum for him. Show him how good he's making you feel," Suguru whispers in your ear. Satoru pumps his fingers deeper into you, sucking even harder on your clit. The tightness in your tummy finally snaps, eyes rolling back in your head, a small yelp leaving your lips. You feel yourself spray your release all over Satoru's face. His eyes widen in surprise before he laps up everything you give him, relishing in the way your sweet juices coat his tongue. You're shaking as he cleans you up with his tongue, riding the fine line between pleasure and overstimulation.

"Mmmm, you saw that Suguru?" asks Satoru, "We found ourselves a squirter". Satoru's tongue continues to lap you up. Suguru's eyes darken at that. He pulls his digit out of your dripping pussy, presenting it to Suguru so he can taste you, too.

Suguru can't take it anymore. He's been rock hard against your back this whole time, fighting every carnal urge that's raking through his body. When he finally gets a taste of you, the restraint he had been so desperately clinging to snaps. He sucks you off Satoru's fingers hungrily, eyes rolling back in his head at your sweetness.

Satoru scoots back as Suguru pushes you onto your stomach, your chest against the mattress and hips in the air, his head dipping to meet your cunt. He drinks up what Satoru so generously left behind for him before straightening up again, sliding his boxers off. He positions himself behind you, teasing your clit with the head of his thick cock. You groan at the sensation, the aftermath of your first orgasm still making your clit sensitive. You push yourself back against Suguru, only to be stopped by his hands taking a hold of your hips.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart", he says, still teasing your clit with the head of his cock.

"I want you inside me...need to feel you stretch me out...please, Suguru," you beg, trying to push back against him again. Suguru chuckles at this.

"Dirty slut is learning fast isn't she? Being such a good fuck toy for us."

With that, he lines himself up with your dripping hole, and plunges deep into you, giving you no time to adjust to how thick he is as he drives himself deep into you. Your slickness from your orgasm is the only thing saving you from his thickness.

Satoru leans down to kiss you, pulling his boxers off and discarding them. His long cock bounces out and sits rock hard in front of your face. You lick your lips at the sight of his pretty pink head dripping pre-cum, eyes half open, head bouncing from getting fucked into from behind.

"So fucking wet for me, sweetheart. You're taking me so well. Such a good little slut," Suguru gritted his teeth.

"C-can I please...oh-h fu-fuck...can I please suck you off, Satoru? W-want you to come down my throat," you stumble over your words, trying hard to keep your head upright as Suguru continues to drill into you, ramming directly into your sweet spot, his cock stretching you out so painfully, so perfectly. Satoru moans at your question.

"Thought you'd never ask..go ahead, princess. Be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth." His hand cups the underside of your jaw, keeping your head up for you.

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue for Satoru, inviting him in. His hands tangle in your hair, wasting no time before plunging deep into your throat. You gag around his length, eyes watering at the sudden intrusion. Suguru is fucking into you so deeply, his powerful thrust pushing you deeper onto Satoru's length. Gagging and sputtering, you inhale deeply through your nose, adjusting to the pace before opening your throat for Satoru.

"Jesus Christ, she's fucking milking me," Suguru spits out, his unrelenting hips still plowing into you. You can only moan in response, the vibrations running from the back of your throat into Satoru's member, causing him to buck his hip, shoving his cock all the way down your throat.

"Such a pretty mouth..wrapped so tight around me..it's-it's so warm..o-oh fuck," Satoru rambles, one hand on the back of your head, the other under your chin, holding your mouth open for him.

Your stomach begins to tighten up again, and you desperately clench around Suguru. One of his hands leaves your hips and reaches around to start rubbing vicious circles into your clit. The added stimulation pushes you over the edge, and you cry out around Satoru's cock, tears trickling down your face as your second orgasm rakes through you. The sight of you succumbing to Suguru's relentless strokes while choking and moaning around his cock was enough to push Satoru towards his own release, and he bottoms out in the back of your throat before shooting his come into your mouth. His hips sputter and he hunches over, holding your face against his pelvis. Your eyes are rolled back in your head, your own squirting orgasm making it difficult for you to keep upright.

Satoru pulls out of your mouth with a pop, your aching jaw still agape from Suguru continuing to slam into you, chasing his own orgasm. Your chest falls to the bed, unable to keep yourself up anymore, before you're lifted back up by Satoru.

"Stay with us, princess," Satoru coos.

"You're doing so good...let him keep fucking into you. You're taking his cock so well".

Suguru's head falls back, still pounding his hips roughly against your ass.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby," Suguru pants. You turn your head to protest, but before you can utter a word, Satoru's hand covers your mouth.

"Shut up and take my cum, slut. Be a good fuck toy and let me cream you." Suguru says through gritted teeth. You moan against Satoru's hand in response as you feel Suguru release inside of you, his hot, creamy ropes coating your insides. He trusts a few more times, letting your tight cunt milk every last drop out of him. When he pulls out, you feel your foundation waiver and you collapse onto the bed, your head falling into Satoru's lap.

It had been so long since you had a good fuck. You over-anticipated your body's capabilities..you had been out of the game for too long.

"You did so, so good for us, princess," Satoru says, you head resting against his thigh, trying to regain your composure. You can only hum quietly in response, eyes fluttering. The two men look at each other before looking back down at your fucked out body. Satoru rubs your upper back gently as Suguru massages your shaking thighs. You all sat like that for a moment, relishing in the pleasure still coursing through your veins, the hot smell of sex sitting heavy in the room. Suddenly, Suguru's deep, sultry voice cuts through the silence.

"Don't quit on us now, sweetheart. We're just getting started," he taunts.

author notes: whewww..this is my first story to welcome myself back into the content mines. this was a fun one to write. im def gonna do a part two (how would we feel about turning this into a multiple chapter story where y'all end up in a throuple heheheh....too much or no ((are we seeing the vision))?? lmk if im doin too much. but thank you so so so much for reading and engaging. ill be uploading even more soon. if u have any questions, suggestions, or concerns pls message me!!

I have mixed feelings 😭🙏

I have mixed feelings about Gojo coming back. 😭

If he came back:

it’s like, fuck yeah, kings back. We all love him. He has so many people he could save. Plus so many people care about him.

but then it’s like

now he’s probably in the afterlife with Geto 😭 he might finally have found peace and is happy. Plus literally almost everyone he cares about is dead, so like 👀.

Man why do these new chapters have to be so sad?! 😭

mixed feelings all around guys

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williamafton26

11 months ago

This is My Special

Ngl, after catching up to 261 and knowing they’re both (probably) dead, this photo hits different 😭😭

It looks as if they could be going into the afterlife together 😭😭😭

(I’m uwu delulu after crying about last chapter. Gojo thinking about Geto again? Like 😭🙏)

Random post after rewatching the second season

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jjk gojo satoru jujutsu kaisen geto suguru jjk gojo jjk geto jujutsu geto jjk 261 gege akutami gege when i catch you gege jjk chapter 261 jjk 236 jjk chapter 236

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williamafton26

9 months ago

Help? 💀😔

Hi anyone! =p You guys can skip this post, but I just had a question on if anyone can find it or has it.

A while back I was searching at Satosugu, and there was this zesty (don’t ask) gif of them. It was greytone and pretty much them fucking, although it only showed the upper half. The camera was recording from the side, and Gojo was on bottom. You could see him slightly bounce from thrusts before Geto came down to kiss him and that’s where the gif ended. My friend rlly liked the gif and was going to use it for inspo (with credits) because he wanted to make smth for another fandom. I either found the post on tumblr or twitter. It would’ve been hot around Early May - possibly June. But I know I definitely saved it early may. If anyone finds it, tysm 🫶🫶

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tw: sexual (?) content

UPDATE: i found the art from a friend! Im not sure where they found it, but it does have credits on the gif, i believe! Tysm for anyone who helped 🫶🫶

This was the gif:

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williamafton26

11 months ago

Satoru Gojo

They say Satoru Gojo has no hobbies. It’s an official fact. The reason is because “he can do anything he tries and is almost perfect at it.” So he finds no enjoyment or pleasure in any hobby.

“He’s about perfect at anything he does…”

…Yet he couldn’t realize his best friend was drowning in grief and slowly killing himself.

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williamafton26

5 months ago

Vows Masterlist

Part 1 (nsfw)

Part 2 (sfw)

Part 3 (nsfw)

Part 4 (Final Part) (nsfw)

Oliver (prequel) (nsfw)

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williamafton26

11 months ago

Satoru Gojo

They say Satoru Gojo has no hobbies. It’s an official fact. The reason is because “he can do anything he tries and is almost perfect at it.” So he finds no enjoyment or pleasure in any hobby.

“He’s about perfect at anything he does…”

…Yet he couldn’t realize his best friend was drowning in grief and slowly killing himself.

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williamafton26

3 months ago

Ember Tears

~ A Halloween Story

Fyodor x gn!reader

My Navigation is here.

Synopsis: a rainy autumn night and a demon with an unquenchable thirst.

This is the last piece for my Autumn Festival 2022.

Warnings: yandere!Fyodor (incl. yandere themes), what is Fedya without some god complex? vampire!Fyodor, vampire!reader

Note: I had a lot of fun writing all of these, I hope you enjoyed them 💕

Wordcount: 800+

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williamafton26

8 months ago

Dazai Photo Location?

Hi anyone and everyone who sees this! So, my favorite author is Osamu Dazai, ofc, known for writing No Longer Human, The Setting Sun, etc. I’ve been a fan of him for some time now, and am finally going on a trip across Japan sooner or later!! 🥳🥳 This was one of the most interesting photo’s I had of Dazai, and was hoping to be able to find and visit this place. The problem is, though, is that after weeks I can’t find this location online, nor even just the river itself :( (i might just be stupid but idk.) if anyone who lives in japan, or possibly could know/find this place or just the specific river, pls leave coordinates or anything below! Thank you! 💕

これをご覧の皆様、こんにちは！私の好きな作家は、もちろん、人間失格、斜陽などの作家として知られている太宰治です。私はかなり前から彼のファンで、遅かれ早かれついに日本を旅する予定です!! 🥳🥳 これは私が撮った太宰治の写真の中で最も興味深いものの一つで、この場所を見つけて訪れることができることを望んでいました。しかし問題は、何週間経ってもこの場所をオンラインで見つけることができず、川自体さえも見つけることができないことです :( (私が愚かなだけかもしれませんが、わかりません。) もし日本に住んでいる方、またはこの場所または特定の川を知っている/見つけることができる方がいたら、座標などを下に残してください！ありがとうございます！ 💕 (また、日本語版を読んでいる場合は、翻訳を使用しなければならなかったので、言葉遣いが変だったらごめんなさい！)

Here’s the photo with a small description!/ここに写真と簡単な説明があります！

日本語話者向けの説明: 1948 年初頭、玉川運河で撮影された太宰治。この水域で溺死する数か月前。撮影: 田村茂。

P.S. if there’s any other tags I could add that can help, lmk <3 and Ty for anyone that helps!

P.S. 他に追加できるタグがあればお知らせください。ご協力くださった方には感謝いたします。💕

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williamafton26

3 months ago

Fyodor Dostoevsky - nsfw alphabet

warnings: nsfw content, sadism, breeding kink, corruption kink, dom/sub dynamics, cockwarming and more (Fyodor is kind of his own warning)

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Honestly, he's not too attentive, although you can expect him to run you a hot bath if the both of you were particularly messy. Bathing together is an activity he actually enjoys - it's relaxing and intimate in the best way, so you can expect that to happen quite a lot. If he's in a good mood, he might place an arm around your shoulders or spoon you in bed, one leg between yours. He won't cuddle you for long, though - he's unable to fall asleep like that.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's got an odd obsession with your hips, even though you probably won't ever realise it. Especially, but not exclusively, if you've got relatively wide hips - he loves them. During sex, he pays special attention to your lower body; sucking hickeys and bruises into the soft skin of your inner thighs, biting at them until there's a hint of blood shining through. Also, as long as the position allows, his hands are almost always on your hips while he's thrusting into you. His adoration with your hips most likely ties into his breeding kink - you don't even have to be able to bear children for him to enjoy the thought of breeding you and filling you up. Still, since he first heard of childbearing hips and of wide pelvic bones aiding birth, the thought has never left him. He doesn't really care about his own body, but if he had to pick a physical part of himself, he'd choose his hands. He likes the way he's able to make you squirm and cry out just by spreading you open on two or three of his lithe but long fingers, that are easily able to rub against that one spot inside of you that your own hands can barely reach.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He cums inside of you almost all of the time. Despite never outright admitting it, Fyodor wants to fill you up and breed you until you're dripping with his cum, white trails running down your inner thighs. You can expect him to catch the excess semen with his fingers and either shove it back into your, at this point messy-looking, hole, or for him to lift his hand to your lips and have you lick it up until the digits are clean again. Even though he usually doesn't like using sex toys that are meant to penetrate, he doesn't mind getting a pretty plug made of glass to keep his cum inside of you - he doesn't want you dripping all over the place, after all.

D - Dirty Secret

Despite not liking to share his property - yes, that includes you -, he has fantasised about letting either his subordinates or his close acquaintances, such as Nikolai and Sigma, have their way with you. It depends on how you think about this, though - not because he cares particularly much for your consent, you obey his every order anyway, but because he wants this to be a possible punishment for you, with you begging him not to make you do this, tears in your eyes and your mascara smearing down your flushed cheeks as hands - hands that aren't his - grab at your thighs. This, however, doesn't have the desired effect if you actually think of someone like Nikolai as attractive; it's supposed to be a punishment, not a reward. But, of course, he's got a solution for this case, too - he just orders someone as vile as Pushkin to take Nikolai's place in this, frankly saying that getting to fuck you is a reward for how well he had done on that one mission. Or rather, he would say that - it's only a fantasy, after all. One he enjoys thinking about, definitely, but a fantasy nonetheless. While not being possessive per se, Fyodor still doesn't like sharing.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's not too experienced, but not a virgin either. Because of his status as a wanted criminal, he barely trusts anyone enough to get physically intimate with them. Still, he has had sex before in his life, most likely as a way to establish dominance over someone who refused to immediately submit to him. A situation like that had never repeated itself, but it turned out that sex was a good way to show a bratty subordinate that their place was kneeling at his feet.

F - Favourite Position

Fyodor doesn't mind 'boring' positions such as missionary - they do the job just fine. He's got a good angle to fuck into you, is able to effortlessly see your pleasure-contorted face as he suddenly picks up the pace and can keep a firm grip on your hips. Another favourite of his has to be the mating press; similar to missionary, but with a little added spice. He enjoys the way you're basically folded in half, unable to move or do as much as squirm when his whole weight is on you, your knees almost brushing your own shoulders while he pushes your legs down further and further until you're whining for him to stop. He's able to thrust so deep into you like this too; the head of his cock nudging against your cervix every time he pushes in, causing you to become a mewling and properly fucked out mess beneath him. When he doesn't feel like doing much, he enjoys having you on his lap, either riding him or grinding against his thigh. Don't be fooled, though - while you're basically on top in that position, he still holds all the power. You're following his rhythm, his speed, and he won't hesitate to put you in your place if you even so much as think about disobeying him, whether it is by moving your hips faster than his guidance allows or by completely stopping, your thighs trembling with exhaustion as you collapse against him.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.?)

He's definitely not goofy, though he's not all stern and serious either. He's simply amused by most things you do, whether it's your enthusiasm, your desperation, your submission or your bratty attitude - it doesn't matter what exactly it is, but he always finds something to tease and degrade you about. His lips then quirk into a barely concealed smirk, his voice a teasing lilt as his gaze roams over your trembling body, “You're so eager today. It's almost embarrassing to watch. I bet that, if I gave you the chance, you'd already be drooling all over my cock right now. Too bad you haven't earned that yet, hm?”

H - Hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's not completely shaved but, usually, neatly trimmed. Occasionally, he might forget to trim the hair - he's not a complete neat-freak, though he prefers it short and proper. Otherwise, the carpet matches the drapes.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect?)

If we're being honest, we all know he's not the romantic type. His attitude towards you during sex definitely differs; while he can be cruel and cold, his gaze full of disdain while he stares down as your needy and writhing form, he's also easily amused by how desperate you get. The days on which he's genuinely entertained are usually when he's a little softer with you, though he can, of course, easily switch to a more sadistic side in the matter of seconds, so don't test him. Romantic intimate times with Fyodor are rare, though he's quite romantic on your wedding night - cradling your face in his hands while he's thrusting into you in missionary position, peppering the expanse of your throat with soft kisses that aren't meant to mark but to please while he's murmuring soft praise and compliments into your ears, telling you how good you are for him, how pretty, with his thick accent shining through more than usually.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Fyodor isn't opposed to getting himself off, though he doesn't see why he should resort to masturbating if you're available. He's sure you'd easily fall to your knees to suck him off if only he said a word, no matter if it's a harsh order or a soft, sugar-coated offer. If he does end up jerking off, it's usually in his swivel chair in front of his many computer screens, his head tipped back as he presses his lips together into a fine line. He's methodical, almost clinical, in the way he's doing it; his hand stroking up and down his own cock, following some rhythm, and eventually forming a fist for him to thrust into until he's cumming. Still, he prefers to simply call you over to use your mouth, cunt or even just your hand. What he does like, though, is having you rest on your knees between his legs, your arms obediently crossed behind your back as you stare up at him, all wide doe eyes while he gets himself off. He doesn't bother putting on some sort of show - he knows you think of him as breathtaking anyway -, he simply strokes himself until he reaches his orgasm and spills onto your face, his cum hitting your cheek and nose bridge, some catching in your hair or on your lashes and lips and some dripping down onto your tits. While Fyodor doesn't enjoy how messy cumming onto you is, he certainly loves the possessive aspect of it. You, covered in his semen, just does something to him. Besides, the fact that you not only allow, but welcome it when he messes you up like this is really hot to him, too.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It's not surprising that he's got many kinks; some pretty extreme ones at that. One of his most prominent ones is his breeding kink as already mentioned before; it's rare for Fyodor to not cum inside of you, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix and his hands firmly grabbing your hips to keep you from squirming away. He just wants to see your hole dripping with his semen, some even dropping down your inner thighs, and he doesn't mind going multiple rounds to achieve that goal. If you're unble to get children - that's quite convenient for you, though it doesn't deter Fyodor from folding you into a mating press every time he gets the urge to knock you up. If you're able to bear children, though - well, prepare for a round stomach and swollen, sensitive tits for the next nine months, because there is no way in hell Fyodor wears condoms or wants allows you to take birth control. Sorry.

Another very prominent one is his corruption kink; the thought alone of you, his angel - so pure and naive and innocent - getting corrupted by someone like him, who was literal blood on their hands, just gets him hard in only a few moments. Therefore, he also loves it when you wear white lingerie or, well, just about anything in white - a white coat, white heels, a white skirt, anything. The colour is simply perfect to underline your purity - your purity that he can quickly ruin through turning you into a desperate and begging mess, a needy and mewling slut that would even get off through grinding against his boot if only he gave the order.

Fyodor also enjoys getting worshipped by you. While he usually takes the dominant and active role, he also occasionally feels lazy, and sitting on some comfortable plush chair with you between his legs, sucking his cock and nuzzling your cheek against his thigh just sounds like too good of an opportunity to pass by. He likes it when you truly take your time to appreciate all of him, pressing soft kisses of gratitude and respect to his palms, to his collar bones, to his boots while forcing yourself to ignore your own arousal, because it is a privilege to be this intimate with him after all, and don't you dare forget it.

There's too many kinks to name and go into detail with all of them, but here's some more for you to get the general gist of what turns him on: Dacryphilia (you, crying and sobbing all prettily), general sadism (he just wants you to wail in pain while he's spanking using a belt, and, well, with how pretty you look whining, can you blame him?), degradation (it's not his fault if he calls you a pathetic bitch while you're drooling all over his dick, now is it?), receiving oral (doesn't matter if you're gagging on his cock, his fingers or some sort of toy - he loves it), pet play, but only kind of (it's less about you wearing cat ears or meowing at his command - though he wouldn't mind that, either -; it's more about seeing how far he can push your obedience and submission with new humiliating rules, like forbidding you to sit on furniture and instead making you kneel on the floor, making you eat out of a bowl or through getting hand-fed by him and forbidding you to speak without his permission.)

L - Location (favourite places to do the do)

He's quite traditional, which is why he usually prefers actual sex to happen on the bed. He's also fond of you sucking him off or sitting on his cock at his workplace, your legs trembling as you're positioned on his lap, trying your best not to disturb him with your subtle squirming while he's typing some codes into his computer, which you can't even begin to comprehend the meanings of. Another favourite location of his is the kitchen, with him either bending you over the dinner table or just the kitchen counter - he likes the domestic aspect of it. While you're preparing dinner for him, perhaps even wearing a cute looking apron, and overall being a good little housewife, he comes up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and cold lips placing kisses on your neck and throat. Only a moment later, he either has you bent over the counter - your chest pressed against the surface and your back arching as he stays standing behind you, his cock resting against your slightly raised ass before he thrusts into you - or positioned on the dinner table - your thighs spread wide and, soon enough, wrapped around his waist as he pushes first two, then three slender fingers into your dripping hole, stretching you open for his dick.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Seeing you behave in a vulnerable or submissive way arouses him, even if you're simply scared of something and cling to his side in response. It makes him feel like you depend on him, which certainly adds to his already huge ego and god complex, and in those situations he wants to do nothing but bend you over the nearest surface. He also loves seeing you clothed in white, especially if it's lingerie you're wearing - he occasionally compares you to an angel, if only to enjoy the stark difference between the two of you, demon Fyodor and his angelic and pure lover who he can ruin and defile. You wearing white certainly appeals to his corruption kink.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

This one is quite obvious, but Fyodor is not going to be submissive or on the bottom, ever. Sex, for him, is mainly about a certain power imbalance; one to his advantage, of course. He likes being in control and relishes in the way you squirm and whimper because of him teasing you for hours, he enjoys seeing his cock spread your wet and slutty hole open, he loves having you kneel at his feet to beg for your orgasm, and if he can't have all of that, what even is there to enjoy about sex? Still, it's not like he hasn't entertained the thought of giving up control at least once. He's sure it can be quite freeing to have someone else make all decisions, but it's just not appealing to him personally.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Fyodor won't ever be on the giving end here, that's simply the truth. He greatly enjoys receiving oral though, whether it's you kneeling beneath his desk, simply keeping his dick in your mouth while he's working, or him forcing his cock down your throat. If you're experienced and can take all of him - great! If you're not - well, he's in a bit of a dilemma here, because while he'd like you to be able to deepthroat him, he also loves the way you gag and sputter around his cock, drool and tears running down your face as you look up at him pleadingly. He might settle on training you only so much that you don't immediately try to pull off, but still have enough of a gag reflex to choke and cry around his cock. To help you get used to the feeling of having something in your mouth, he usually uses his fingers - he pushes them in between your lips, feeling around your mouth with them and meanly pressing down on your tongue until you gag, his nails scraping against the top of your mouth. Still, he's not pulling out, his other hand firmly holding your jaw in place while you drool over lithe fingers that, eventually, push down into your throat and nudge against the back of it until you learn to control the urge to throw up. He doesn't mind if you're a slow learner - the longer you take, the more often he gets to watch you gag on his fingers. And while you're whining around the digits, he's smiling, amused at how pathetic you look. Still, he claims he's only doing this to help you.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

His pace depends on the mood, but he's usually rather slow. He enjoys taking his time with you to be able to fully watch you unravel beneath him, to relish in your moans and whimpers. Another reason for his usually slow pace is that he loves teasing you, especially when you're prone to crying easily - he wants you to beg him to hurry up, to be more rough with you, but you're in tough luck, because if you're not actually sobbing and pleading, he doesn't even think about indulging you.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Fyodor definitely prefers proper sex over quickies, though he's not entirely opposed to them, either. The main problem he has with quickies is the thought of someone else possibly catching a glimpse of your naked body - it's unlikely to actually happen, but he doesn't want you to ever look indecent in public, whether it'd be you lifting your skirt or unbuttoning your blouse to grant him easy access. However, he has no problem with quickly putting you back in your place if you'd ever forget it - if you're being sassy with him just because you think you're invulnerable in public, be prepared to follow him into the closest corner to suck him off as an apology.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.?)

He doesn't mind the occasional risk, as long as no one else gets to see your bare body. If he has you ride him in public, there's his cape draped over your shoulders, hiding all revealed skin from view, even though it's still obvious to everyone what exactly it is you two are doing. Otherwise, he doesn't mind trying new things out - there have been times where he has secretly mixed aphrodisiacs into your food, causing you to be all needy, or where he had you suck him off in a hallway, his cock completely down his throat so even if someone walked past, they wouldn't be able to see any private part of his. All risks are carefully calculated by him anyway - there's never a true risk, never a true element of surprise, at least for him. For you, however - well, you might be a little taken aback when he not so discreetly orders you to get onto your knees beneath the table during a DoA meeting to warm his cock.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

How many rounds he can go for absolutely depends on which position you're in. If he's on top of you, one round is usually the maximum. He's simply easily physically exhausted. However, if you're riding him or sucking him off, his stamina certainly allows for at least a second round. And if, for some reason, he ever reaches his orgasm before you reach yours, he might just pull out and make you cum on long, slender fingers instead of continuing to fuck you.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own anything like dildos, he definitely prefers to pleasure you himself. Some rope or handcuffs to restrain you, however, are not unwelcome in his bed, and he doesn't mind using a vibrator either. When he's in a teasing mood, he'll tie you up, red rope wrapping around your wrists and around your thighs to keep them spread open with a vibrator placed directly on your clit. While you're writhing on the bed, he'll simply watch, amused - or he'll leave the room to go do something else while you're only getting more and more desperate. It's almost a little cheesy, but he likes using toys on you that are red or black in colour - the contrast to some white lingerie you're wearing is gorgeous, especially when seen in context to him tainting you and corrupting your innocence. Besides, red rope vaguely looks like blood, and he's a sadist at heart; the resemblance alone excites him.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He's a huge tease, although not quite as bad as Dazai. Fyodor enjoys seeing you struggle and whimper, he gets off on seeing you tug at the restraints that are keeping your thighs and wrists in place - he's a sadist through and through. It's not unusual for him to tie you up and stretch your cunt open using his fingers, making you whine and moan in pleasure as his thumb rubs over your clit, only for him to then leave you for an hour or more, dripping wet and open, clenching around nothing and whining at the sudden feeling of emptiness. As cruel as that might sound, it's just something you have to put up with. He wants you to be as desperate and needy as possible by the time he comes back and if you're not outright sobbing, tears running over your flushed cheeks, he might just go again and return half an hour later. By then, your whole body is surely trembling, your hips bucking up into the air fruitlessly as you beg him to please, please fill you up, whether it's with his cock, fingers, or even just a toy. You just need it so badly - you don't even care anymore what exactly he's going to do to you as long as you don't have to wait longer for some kind of touch - and if you plead and beg him well enough, obediently calling him 'sir' and crying all prettily, he might just indulge you.

Another favourite way of him to tease you is ordering you to get off using his thigh, preferably with his trousers still on. If you dare to object - oh, what a shame, looks like you're not going to cum at all then. You've just lost your orgasm privileges and, to make it even worse, he's going to have you sit on his cock or spread open around his fingers all day. You might even be allowed to move and buck your hips against him; he doesn't care, really, because in the end, you're only making it worse for yourself by riding him, getting so close to your orgasm, only for him to stop you right as you're about to tumble over the edge. If you're good for him and obey his order, though, he has you grind down on his thigh for at least half an hour; you being completely naked or in some cute lingerie set while he's fully dressed. The obvious power imbalance makes his own cock twitch, but he won't act on it. Instead, he simply watches you, his head tilted to the side in a playful manner as you move your hips down against his thigh, your clit rubbing against the fabric of his trousers, the friction borderline painful but also so good that it has you whining and begging for him to fuck you, your thighs glistening with your own arousal as you're drenching his pants, ruining them. The way you writhe and whimper is simply adorable and amusing to him, the way your cheeks flush as you try and reach your orgasm while not allowed to pleasure yourself any other way than using his thigh. If you've been good for him this far, he doesn't mind rewarding you with his thumb flicking over your clit or two of his fingers pushing inside of you, crooking to rub over that one spot that has you cumming instantly. Don't forget to properly thank him for letting you orgasm, though, because if you don't, he might just order you to continue grinding against him, no matter how overstimulated or exhausted you are.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

He's rather quiet, the only sounds you'll get out of him are tiny grunts and groans while he's thrusting into you. What he lacks in noises like moans, he makes up for with dirty talk - man's got the ability to somehow sound all calm and collected, almost bored, as he's fucking you, a stark contrast to your needy moans and whimpers. Occasionally, he also just comments whatever comes to his mind while he's watching you; “Oh my, you're dripping wet already, darling. Your thighs are trembling, too. Is this too much for you, hm?” or “Look at you, so close to cumming already and I've only used my fingers to spread you open. I bet you're drooling by the time I fill you up with my cock.”

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

Despite hiding it well, Fyodor greatly enjoys dressing you up, treating you more like a doll than his lover. It had started with him liking the way you look in delicate lingerie and had, eventually, evolved to now, where him choosing a corset, a collar or a new pair of heels for you to put on is a fun little activity to indulge in. His interest in doing this isn't solely because of your aesthetically pleasing appearance, but because he loves rendering you at least a little more helpless using clothes. The way you whimper a little when the corset he had laced just a bit too tight this morning almost cuts your breathing off when you move to sit down, the way you cling to his arm for support when your heels don't allow you to keep up with his larger steps. Still, your looks are a reason he likes doing this, too - and who can blame him, when you just look this pretty in your new set of lingerie with your lips wrapped around his cock or sitting on his lap, warming his dick like a good obedient pet, the corset hugging your waist so tightly your hole constantly clenches around him with your muscles all tense?

He's not as bad as Nikolai though, who takes great joy in dressing you up and making you put on incredibly high and arched heels in which you can barely stand, yet alone walk, only to see you stagger around with weak legs and a pained expression.

X - X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Let's be real, he's a tall and lanky guy. His dick mostly fits the rest of his body - it's of medium girth, but it's longer than average. It might be a challenge for you to take all of him because of his length; he definitely takes a certain pride in being able to make you whine and mewl just by pushing into you. The moment he's actually thrusting into you with eagerness, the head of his cock repeatedly nudges against your cervix, causing your sight to blur for a moment with how much pleasure suddenly shoots up your spine.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn't that high, even though he does enjoy it when the two of you get intimate; he's just too tired or too busy to always want to fuck you. Sex can be exhausting - exhausting enough to make it a little less appealing to him. As mentioned before, he definitely has you sit on his cock while he's working, though; your hole simply keeping his dick warm as he's focused on acquiring important information. The moment you get too impatient and start squirming on his lap, if only to get his cock to nudge against that one spot inside of you, he pushes two of his fingers between your lips, letting you suck on them to calm your mind and, occasionally, thrusting them down your throat to make you gag if you disturb him again. It's a mild punishment compared to how he usually corrects your behaviour, but he's only doing it to keep you entertained. He greatly enjoys sex like this - with him not having to do anything but have you sit on his thighs, you acting as nothing but a toy for him to use when he feels like it.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Not too quickly. It's not unlikely that he'll get his laptop and continue to work while you're already sleeping next to him. If you're a heavy sleeper, he might even get up and dressed again and vanish into another room to work. This has nothing to do with him not appreciating the fact that you just had sex or with him being unromantic, but only with him being a practical thinker. For him, there's no logical reason to get all sentimental and clingy after being physically intimate with each other.