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✩ Katsuki Bakugou - Boku no Hero Academia ✩

I’m starting to feel like a dungeon dragon. RAAH RAAH!!!! Like a dungeon dragon.

★   Dedicated to the wonderful @tmakisamajiki. ★

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Writing Tip June 4th

A list of body language phrases.

I’ve included a very comprehensive list, organized by the type of body movement, hand and arm movements, facial expressions etc. In some cases, a phrase fits more than one heading, so it may appear twice. Possible emotions are given after each BL phrase unless the emotion is indicated within the phrase. (They are underlined for emphasis, not due to a hyperlink.)

Note: I’ve included a few body postures and body conditions as they are non-verbal testimony to the character’s physical condition.

Have fun and generate your own ideas.:-)

Eyes, Brows and Forehead

arched a sly brow:  sly, haughty

blinked owlishly:  just waking, focusing, needs glasses

brows bumped together in a scowl:  worried, disapproving, irritated

brows knitted in a frown: worried, disapproval, thoughtful

bug-eyed:  surprised, fear, horror

cocky wink and confident smile:  over confidence, arrogant, good humor, sexy humor

eyes burned with hatred: besides hatred this might suggest maniacal feelings

eyes flashed: fury, defiance, lust, promise, seduction

eyes rolled skyward: disbelief, distrust, humor

forehead puckered:  thoughtful, worried, irritation

frustration crinkled her eyes

gaze dipped to her décolletage: sexual interest, attraction, lust

gimlet-eyed/narrowed eyes: irritation, thoughtful, mean, angry

gleam of deviltry:  humor, conniving, cunning

kept eye contact but her gaze became glazed: pretending interest where there is none/bordom

narrowed to crinkled slits:  angry, distrust

nystagmic eyes missed nothing (constantly shifting eyes):  Shifty

pupils dilated:  interested, attraction to opposite sex, fear

raked her with freezing contempt

slammed his eyes shut:  stunned, furious, pain

squinted in a furtive manner:  fearful, sneaky

stared with cow eyes:  surprised, disbelief, hopeful, lovestruck

subtle wink:  sexy, humor/sharing a joke, sarcasm

unrelenting stare: distrust, demanding, high interest, unyielding

Place To Place, Stationary Or Posture

ambled away:  relaxed, lazy

barged ahead:  rude, hurried

battled his way through the melee:  desperate, anger, alarm

cruised into the diner:  easy-going, feeling dapper, confident

dawdled alongside the road:  lazy, deliberate delay for motives, unhurried, relaxed

dragged his blanket in the dirt:   sadness/depressed, weary

edged closer to him:  sneaky, seeking comfort, seeking protection, seeking an audience

he stood straighter and straightened his tie:  sudden interest, sexual attraction

held his crotch and danced a frantic jig: demonstrates physical condition – he has to pee

hips rolled and undulated:  sexy walk, exaggerating for sex appeal

hovered over them with malice/like a threatening storm: here it’s malice, but one may hover for many reasons.

hunched over to look shorter:  appear inconspicuous, ashamed of actions, ashamed of height

leaped into action feet hammering the marbled floor:  eager, fear, joyous

long-legged strides:  hurried, impatient

lumbered across:  heavy steps of a big man in a hurry

minced her way up to him: timid, sneaky, insecure, dainty or pretense at dainty

paced/prowled the halls:  worried, worried impatience, impatient, diligently seeking pivoted on his heel and took off:  mistaken and changes direction, following orders, hurried, abrupt change of mind, angry retreat

plodded down the road:  unhurried, burdened, reluctant

practiced sensual stroll:  sexy, showing off

rammed her bare foot into her jeans: angry, rushed

rocked back and forth on his heels: thoughtful, impatiently waiting

sagged against the wall:  exhausted, disappointment

sallied forth:  confident, determined

sashayed her cute little fanny:  confident, determined, angered and determined

shrank into the angry crowd:  fear, insecure, seeking to elude

sketched a brief bow and assumed a regal pose: confident, mocking, snooty, arrogant skidded to an abrupt halt: change of heart, fear, surprise, shock

skulked on the edges of the crowd: sneaky, ashamed, timid

slithered through the door:  sneaky, evil, bad intentions

stormed toward her, pulling up short when: anger with a sudden surprise

swaggered into the class room:  over confident, proud, arrogant, conceited

tall erect posture:  confidence, military bearing

toe tapped a staccato rhythm:  impatience, irritation

tottered/staggered unsteadily then keeled over:  drunk, drugged, aged, ill

waltzed across the floor:  happy, blissful, exuberant, conceited, arrogant

Head Movement

cocked his head:  curiosity, smart-alecky, wondering, thoughtful

cocked his head left and rolled his eyes to right corner of the ceiling:  introspection

droop of his head: depressed, downcast, hiding true feelings

nodded vigorously: eager

tilted her head to one side while listening:  extreme interest, possibly sexual interest

Mouth And Jaw

a lackluster smile:  feigning cheerfulness

cigarette hung immobile in mouth: shock, lazy, uncaring, relaxed casualness

clinched his jaw at the sight:  angered, worried, surprised

curled her lips with icy contempt

expelled her breath in a whose:  relief, disappointment

gagged at the smell: disgust, distaste

gapped mouth stare:  surprised, shock, disbelief

gritted his teeth:  anger, irritation, holding back opinion

inhaled a sharp breath:  surprise, shock, fear, horror

licked her lips:  nervous, sexual attraction

lips primed: affronted, upset, insulted

lips pursed for a juicy kiss

lips pursed like she’d been chewing a lemon rind: dislike, angry, irritated, sarcasm

lips screwed into: irritation, anger, grimace, scorn

lips set in a grim line: sorrow, worried, fear of the worst

pursed her lips:  perturbed, waiting for a kiss

scarfed down the last biscuit:  physical hunger, greed

slack-mouthed:  total shock, disbelief

slow and sexy smile:  attraction, seductive, coy

smacked his lips: anticipation

smile congealed then melted into horror

smile dangled on the corner of his lips: cocky, sexy

smirked and tossed her hair over her shoulder:  conceit, sarcasm, over confident

sneered and flicked lint off his suit: sarcasm, conceit

spewed water and spit: shock

stuck out her tongue: humor, sarcasm, teasing, childish

toothy smile:  eagerness, hopeful

wary smile surfaced on her lips

Nose

nose wrinkled in distaste/at the aroma

nostrils flared:  anger, sexual attraction

nose in the air:  snooty, haughty

Face in General

crimson with fury

handed it over shame-faced

jutted his chin: confident, anger, forceful

managed a deadpan expression:  expressionless

muscles in her face tightened:  unsmiling, concealing emotions, anger, worried

rested his chin in his palm and looked thoughtful

rubbed a hand over his dark stubble:  thoughtful, ashamed of his appearance

screwed up her face:  anger, smiling, ready to cry, could almost be any emotion

sneered and flicked lint off his suit: conceit, derision, scorn

Arm and Hand

a vicious yank

arm curled around her waist, tugging her next to him:  possessive, pride, protective

bit her lip and glanced away:  shy, ashamed, insecure

brandished his fist:  anger, threatening, ready to fight, confident, show of pride

clamped his fingers into tender flesh:  anger, protective, wants to inflict pain

clenched his dirty little fists: stubborn, angry

clapped her hands on her hips, arms crooked like sugar bowel handles:  anger, demanding, disbelief

constantly twirled her hair and tucked it behind her ear:  attracted to the opposite sex, shy crossed his arms over his chest: waiting, impatient, putting a barrier

crushed the paper in his fist:  anger, surrender, discard

dived into the food: hunger, eager, greedy

doffed his hat:  polite gesture, mocking, teasing

doodled on the phone pad and tapped the air with her foot:  bored, inattention, introspection

drummed her fingers on the desk:  impatient, frustrated, bored

fanned her heated face with her hands: physically hot, embarrassed, indicating attraction

fiddled with his keys: nervous, bored

firm, palm to palm hand shake:  confident, honest

flipped him the bird: sarcastic discard

forked his fingers through his hair for the third time:  disquiet/consternation, worry, thoughtful

handed it over shame-faced:  guilt, shame

held his crotch and danced a frantic jig:  physical need to relieve himself

limp hand shake:  lack of confidence, lack of enthusiasm

propped his elbow on his knee: relaxed, thoughtful

punched her pillow:  restless, can’t sleep, angry

rested his chin in his palm:  thoughful, worried

scratched his hairy belly and yawned:  indolent, bored, lazy, relaxed, just waking

shoulders lifted in a shrug:  doubtful, careless discard

slapped his face in front of God and country:  enraged, affronted/insulted

snapped a sharp salute:  respect, sarcastic gesture meaning the opposite of respect

snapped his fingers, expecting service:  arrogant, lack of respect, self-centered

sneered and flicked lint off his suit

spread her arms wide: welcoming,  joy, love

stabbed at the food: anger, hunger, determined

stood straighter and smoothed his tie:  sudden interest, possible sexual interest

stuffed his hands in his pockets: self-conscious, throwing up a barrier

sweaty handshake:  nervous, fearful

touched his arm several times while explaining:  sign of attraction, flattery, possessive

wide sweep of his arms:  welcoming, all inclusive gesture, horror

Sitting or Rising

collapsed in a stupor:  exhausted, drunk, drugged, disbelief

enthroned himself at the desk:  conceit, pronouncing or taking ownership

exploded out of the chair:  shock, eager, anger, supreme joy

roosted on the porch rail like a cock on a hen house roof:  claiming ownership, conceit, content

sat, squaring an ankle over one knee:  relaxed and open

slouched/wilted in a chair and paid languid attention to:  drowsy, lazy, depressed, disinterest, sad, totally relaxed, disrespectful

squirmed in his chair: ill at ease, nervous, needs the bathroom

Recline

flung himself into the bed: sad, depressed, exhausted, happy

prostrated himself: surrender, desperate, miserable, powerless, obsequious, fawning, flattering

punched her pillow:  can’t sleep, anger, frustrated

threw himself on the floor kicking and screaming: tantrum

Entire body and General

body stiffened at the remark:  offended, anger, alerted

body swayed to music:  dreamy, fond memories, enjoys the music

bounced in the car seat, pointing:  excitement, fear, eager

cowered behind his brother:  fear, shyness, coward, desperate

curled into a ball:  sorrow, fear, sleepy, defensive

heart galloping:  anxiety, joy, eager

held his crotch and danced a frantic jig

humped over his cane, each step shaking and careful: pain, aged

inhaled a deep breath and blew out slowly: buying time to find words/thoughtful, reconciled

quick and jerky like rusty cogs on a wheel:  unsure of actions, self-conscious, tense, edgy

rocked back and forth on his heels:  impatient, cocky, gleeful

manhandled the woman into a corner:  bully, anger

slumped shoulders: defeat, depressed, sad, surrender

stiff-backed:  priggish, haughty, affronted

stood straighter and straightened his tie:  sexual interest, wants to make an impression

stooped and bent: aged, arthritic, in pain

stretched extravagantly and yawned:  tired, bored, unconcerned

sweating uncontrollably: nervous, fear, guilt

tall erect posture:  confidence, military bearing

was panting now at:  afraid, exhausted, out of breath, sexual excitement

-Sharla Rae

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This is probably ignorant to ask, but if writers have time to plays games and reblog, why don't they have time to you know - write?

Nonnie, I hate to say this. This isn't probably ignorant. It is ignorant. And I'm going to assume you aren't a writer because you wouldn't ask this if you were.

Your question. Why don't they write?

Time and energy. You need both to create. Some days, people don't have enough to devote to it. There are people behind the blogs that have families, jobs and other things to worry about.

Lack of engagement. Some writers are pulling back because they have worked their asses off to produce and get nothing to show for it, typically after so many have demanded more behind the anon button.

Similarities. Writers have tossed fics completely because they're too similar to what someone else has recently posted. That can drive creativity down. Especially if the original writer noted or told others what they planned to write.

And some days...people just don't want to write.

Playing games, reblogging and simply engaging with others is a nice break from the mold. Not sure how many times it needs to be said that blogs are not fic machines.

If this was directed specifically at me and you're only following me for my writing, I suggest following my sideblog instead. If this is a general ask for other writers, please be kind to them. You don't know what's going on in RL. If anything, be more supportive and celebrate when they DO post.

Thank you for the ask.

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love song on a broken record (iv)

fandom : jujutsu kaisen

pairing : gojo satoru x reader

rating : hard explicit

summary :

This… you packing everything up and walking out with your bag to the streets- it was all just a stunt.

You knew deep down inside, he knew it. He just didn’t say anything. Every time, he played along. A part of you wondered if he found it all entertaining. You wouldn’t be surprised.

He was sick in the head.

How ironic. The world depended on him to make things right. Yet all he did was break you.

or

the one where gojo satoru gets committed and it isn’t all sunshine and rainbows and happiness

disclaimer : this is a dark fic, depicting a borderline yandere satoru. reader herself has her handful of issues, which you will find out about as you read through. the dynamic of the relationship is toxic and not at all meant to be cute or sweet. for more details, I advise that you see here. warnings from here on out will be chapter specific.

warnings : cock sucking, reader's broken stream of consciousness, just the usual

a/n: i'm back! miss me? no? okay have this anyways lol a new chapter. It’s been a while but to make up for it, i’ll try to upload the next one real soon if this does well.  Share your thoughts and reblog if you liked this and think it was worth reading and have a nice day'

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| part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve |

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You couldn’t sleep if you tried so you laid on your side on the bed and admired him in the dark.

He was as beautiful as the day you first met him.

It was like a scene straight out of a romance novel. Your whole world had just fallen apart when he walked in and saved you from the rubble. The dazzling knight in shining armor that came to swoop you in just in time.

You watched him sleep and fantasized.

If the circumstances had been different, if it had been a little sunny, if you hadn’t accidently told your parents you wished they would just burn that same morning, if your life had had just a bit more happiness in it-

Would it have been a sweeter, lovelier love story? Where you met at the park or at a café instead of at a funeral after you unknowingly murdered your only family with just your words?

Regardless, you knew one thing wouldn’t change. Right from the start. The moment he stood with a large, comforting hand at your back and he smiled down at you beneath that umbrella. It was love at first sight for you.

You couldn’t say you knew about what it was like for him.

You knew little things. He liked sweets and watching eccentric DVD movies and branded clothes and he worked out a lot.

But for the most part he was a big mystery.

  What he did for a living. If he had a family of his own. Where he went when he disappeared. Did he have another place somewhere?

Why did he keep you around? Why you?

Sometimes you wondered maybe he was only with you for the sex.

He had an appetite for it. Was it a determining factor in a relationship for him?

But that seemed hard to believe.

With his looks and his frame and his appeal, he could get anyone he wanted in the world.

There was a charm to him that was compelling. Ethereal. With his sky blue eyes and his snow-white hair. Unreal. Like he came from a whole other world than the rest. Like he was another breed. The best kind of his own.

So unapproachable and almost farfetched, yet so beautiful with an enthralling allure.

The confident gait, the sure stance, the lofty smirk- it just worked. It was just all so convincing without him having to try.

People just flocked to him. A flurry of moth to irresistible, unearthly flame.

Yet he settled on you.

Plain, boring old you.

You were no fun.

You couldn’t last very long because even having your tits played with made you come. You weren’t very flexible so there weren’t many creative positions he could twist you into. You whined and cried and whimpered when he fucked you like an annoying little bitch.

It’s been over one year and you still couldn’t even suck him off properly.

Sometimes you wondered if he would ever get bored and leave.

That is until he reminded you like clockwork.

‘I’m never leaving you,’ He leaned over to kiss your lip with his eyes closed, lashes brushing your skin. Light and chaste. He must’ve felt you staring. When he pulled away he held your face and looked into your eyes. His gaze was unblinking. Piercing. Like he didn’t just come from sleeping. ‘I love you.’

There it was.

The massive pink elephant in the room that always went over your head.

How could anyone blame you? He was telling you this one moment and then he was manhandling you the next.

You lowered your gaze and stared at his collarbones.

They were attractive. Delicately curved and pale. You reached to trace them, compelled. Your fingers trailed down, barely touching, just grazing enough to elicit goose bumps on his skin. You touched the muscle of his firm chest, idly swirling your finger around one dusky nipple.

When your eyes flickered to his face again, you found him watching you closely. His eyes were a different kind of dark and depthless. Not the dull, distant type. His pupils were blown out with desire. He was horny.

You took this in with muted amusement, repeating the motion while you watched his expression.

He sat up, holding himself up with one muscular arm, the other remaining on your face. His thumb caressed your cheek absentmindedly. You could feel his breathe fan your face, deceptively steady and even. His hair fell over his eyes slightly but you could still see them as he peered down at you.

‘You want to go again?’ he asked you, a little glint of his own flickering in the swirl of his eyes. They were getting darker and darker as you stroked his nipple, his watchful gaze.

You eyes jumped to his crotch. There was a noticeable bulge there.

You shook your head no. But you kept the motion of your fingers going. His breathing stuttered when you gave a graze of your thumbnail.

His hand shot for your wrist. His long, thick fingers encircled your thin wrist easily, apprehending your motions. You watched him quietly. He brought your hand to his lips, brushing the tips across them.

They were soft and warm. He watched you closely beneath his fringe. Darkly.

‘If not,’ he said, biting down on your index finger lightly. ‘Then stop.’

You looked at him.

It sounded like a warning but you weren’t sure.

His cheeks were flushed. His chest falling and rising tellingly. There was a faint line of frustration between his fine brows.

Your stare was blank as you took him.

He looked dangerous. Intimidating. Murderous even.

But you were used to this.

This was how you saw him most times anyways.

Watching you wordlessly across the room when you sat at the window to watch people walk by. Looking down at you from under his nose with his fingers on your throat, asking you who you belong to. Looking up at you from in between your parted legs with his fingers wedged in the deepest part of you, reminding you you're his.

This was the real him.

You moved your hand but you didn’t take it back, settle into the sheets and give him your back.

You moved it down, down, down. Caressing his chin, touching the bob of his throat, grazing the muscle of his chest, stroking the ripped ridges of his abdomen. Your palm settled on the bulge at his crotch over his grey sweats.

You could hear him breathing heavy as you palmed him. His eyes closed and he rolled his hips into your warm hand. His hand on your face slid up in your hair, fingers clenching around the strands, and he husked your name alongside unholy profanities.

He was very hard. When you tugged his waist band down and reached in to retrieve him, he was thick and pulsing with heat, leaking profusely at the tip in your small fist.

Shifting to sit on your haunches, you leaned over and tucked your hair behind your ear before you took him in your mouth.

You massaged the parts of him you couldn’t take with your hand, rolling his heavy, hot balls between your fingers like marbles.

His hand lodged into your hair instantly and he began fucking your face.

You gagged, dripping a thick mix of saliva and cum down your chin.

It was sloppy. Wet. Messy.

A sad attempt like every other time you tried to blow him.

A final attempt to remind him that you weren’t the best out there.

You couldn’t be even if you tried.

And you really did. You liked to believe that you were at least good at being a ready hole for him to fuck.

But you gagged on his cock as he hit the back of your throat and choked on his cum when he spilled down the tight muscle. You felt faint in the head at the sensation, tear brimmed eyes drooping as you struggled to breath.

He pulled you off him by your hair with a string of saliva, tears and cum and brought you in for an open mouthed kiss before you could even wipe yourself with the back of your hand.

He devoured you with all he’s got, shoving his tongue down your throat. You just kept your mouth open for him, taking it. Your jaw ached and you felt so tired.

You could thank him for one thing if not for everything else.

Your eyes fell shut and you were dead to the world.

At least now you could sleep finally.

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rihanna - love the way you lie part ii (ft eminem)

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Yes I re-read my own fics because I wrote them for ME

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but if i don’t hyperfixate i’ll get depressed and die

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personal work

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As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:

I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you

I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you

I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you

I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase

I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all

I love you

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I’m here to send you to an early grave

miggi. I’m half asleep on sleep medication rn but when I tell you. I can’t function. I genuinely stopped functioning. AND HER HAIR—

the size difference. the camera. his confusion. her excitement knowing she’s about to be knotted and split open.

can I just stop to say that I genuinely appreciate every single thing you send to me??? like not only are all of your ideas amazing, but your writing is as well, and you can even ART???? you’re just so talented through and through and I know we’ve only been talking for like two weeks now but I just really love everything you send me. talented bby and I’m proud like a mama every time your idea flourishes on the dash.

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“Touchy-Feely”

Desc: Gojo can’t keep his hands off you.

Character(s): Gojo x fem!reader

Word Count: 914

WARNINGS: dubcon(?), lactation, sadist gojo, 18+ minors dni

Satoru loved everything about you. He loved your headstrong personality, he loved the way you loved other people, and he especially loved the way your face would twinkle when you smiled up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

But what he loved most about you were your boobs.

He loved how squishy they were. He’d always sneak up behind you to grab a handful of your breasts whenever you were cooking dinner, or doing something as simple as cleaning the house.

Satoru loved cuddling up against your chest when he’d return home from a draining mission, he was always on about how your tits had “magical healing powers.” You’d often indulge him, not seeming to mind that he was a little obsessive over your boobs.

You noticed his obsession began to spiral out of control when he bought nipple clamps to spice up things in the bedroom. He got off on watching you writhe under the pain of the clamps painfully while your hands were restrained above your head, scissoring his fingers in and out of your sweet pussy.

“Satoru please—” you blubber, thick tears streaming down the sides of your face. The pain of the clamps nearly outweighing the pleasure of his fingers curling inside you. You couldn’t handle it.

He loved seeing you like this. Seeing you squirm under him from the torment he was inflicting on your tits.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want me to do this. I know you like when I hurt you like this,” he tightens the clamps on your nipple, watching your mouth drop as you let out an ear splitting scream.

Gojo groans at the sight of you splayed out in front of him like this, tits bouncing as you thrash around in the restraints while he continues to finger fuck your hole, your arousal coating his palm as you cream around his digits.

He licks up your cum that’s coated your thighs, sighing at the little pants you let out as you come down from your high.

You wince as he tightens the clamps even more, tears threatening to spill from your eyes again.

“Oh, come on. You can take a lot more than that can’t you?”

Gojo took observation of the way your breasts swelled when you got pregnant. Your belly was now plump, and he loved how your boobs were bigger and now full of milk.

He noted that your nipples were way more sensitive when you two were in the bedroom, and your breasts were more tender, and he took full advantage of that.

You noticed how he’d stare at your breasts from the corner of his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking, but you saw him.

You also noticed how he was more clingy with you after you had gotten knocked up. Whenever you two were out in public he’d hold you a lot closer than usual, as if he were trying to protect you from something.

“Satoru, you can let me go. No one’s going to come and take me away,” you assure him while trying to get away from his suffocating presence, but he still keeps close just in case.

When the baby was born, all the milk that had been gathering in your bosom after nine months finally came down. Satoru was not only elated by the birth of your child, but for the milk that was now spilling from your fat tits.

Gojo was practically salivating whenever he saw your leaking breasts whenever you’d finish your nighttime shower, the white milk dripping down your chest and onto the floor from how full they were.

He couldn’t help but be jealous of you two’s baby. How come she was the only one that got to taste your sweet breast milk? He complained to you about how selfish you were, begging you to just get a taste of your milk.

“Satoru, you’re acting like a child.” you roll your eyes

He sighs at your words “You say that but you won’t even let me suck on your sweet boobies” he pouts, turning around to face away from you in the bed.

You suck your teeth, tired of his attitude. You scooch closer to his side of the bed, whispering sweetly in his ear as you wrap your arm around his waist.

“You wanna try it?” you ask, promise in your voice.

Still pouting, he nods his head, not turning to face you.

You smile warmly, pulling your top down to expose your breast. “Here,” you bring his head to your chest, and he latches onto your nipple. You let out a pleasured sigh as Gojo sucks on the bud, draining you of your milk.

Satoru feels relieved now that he’s finally getting what he wants. He moans as the saccharine yet bitter taste floods his mouth, coating his taste buds and washing down his throat.

He grabs your juicy tits, squeezing them to pull out more liquid, milking you like a cow.

You feel the milk in your breasts draining with each sip Gojo is taking, and you latch a hand in his snowy locks to stop him, or at least slow him down.

“Satoru, ah— you have to stop. You’re gonna steal all the milk from the b-baby,” You gasp out.

“I’ll stop when I feel like it. You don’t mind do you?”

He flips you onto your back, staring down at you with a manic look in his eyes. You recognize that look, and know he’s ruined forever from just a taste of your milk.