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lilium-dragomir · 10 months
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“We are all prisoners of circumstance at one point or another.” ― Andrea Cremer
Kanojo ga Koushaku-tei ni Itta Riyuu | Raeliana McMillan @animangacreators  - Challenge: 'Spring 2023'
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chiyoso · 5 months
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chiyo ik ur taking a break but i need... i need a jjk fan to hear this
,,,,,, g g g g gojo satoru and you getting married but ,,, but,,,, you're so irresistible you both had,,, yk,,, in the car while going to the church... only wearing your veil too....
WAIT IS THAT BAD
on another note i do hope your college life treats u well cause... yeah <33 i read that you're on medication? i wish you a get well soon mwamwamwa and nothing but luck and fortune as always hehehe
“wedding day, breeding day”
j. kaisen : gojo satoru.
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gojo satoru, the strongest, and gojo satoru, the impatient. he always was, and that impatience will not stop him from dicking you down on your way to the church, just a car ride away before the event, the event of your wedding with him.
▶NOTE. i can't resist the idea, and i wanna get used to taking requests so... i'm gonna use your prompt to practice my mindset, thank you for checking up on me jiji ilysfm <33!!
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“y-you just... you just couldn't wait, could you?”
“how the—fuck, how could i mamas?”
the poor driver's cheeks and ears flushed a sinful pink hearing your broken sobs, now debating if he shouldn't partake in guilt, or... keep the window down to listen to the sounds of sex behind him.
you whisper, or attempt to. “the driver- ’t-toru the driver's—” “—don't care, don't care, don't care.” he speaks out with every thrust, his moans growing and mixing with yours.
the limousine continues to drive, to the church, but in comparison to earlier's driving, it had slowed down quite a bit, benefitting your soon-to-be-husband's stability. your hamstrings were pressed against his ruffled, messed up torso, the rest of your legs hung over his shoulders.
“it's-... y-you know it's bad to see your partner before—s-shit!” you moan out arching your head against the window, letting satoru see your face.
you gave up the act once satoru brought a hand down between your legs, his thumb beginning to rub your pretty clit with a mischievous, slurred smile. “my clan wanted the publicity for this shit,”
he pauses his movement, his cock buried into yours, he could feel you tense, clenching him, feeling that lubricated twitching around him.
you look up to him dazed and puzzled, and he curls himself forward, towering over your seated form. “shocking news! the gojo heir, marrying!?”
he grins, attempting to pull his cock right out of you slowly, you were just so tight, so warm, holding onto him and his needy cock like that.
“s-shit baby,” he moves one of your legs down while he continued to hold the other over his shoulder. satoru's free hand gets occupied by his cock, stroking himself while you bit down your bottom lip to the sexy sight.
“stuck-ups, all of them,” he says bitterly with a grunt, but that bitterment melts once he moves his hips forwards again, rubbing the underside of his aching cock above your leaky pussy, stimulating hot pleasure onto your clit.
you whimper, seeing him prepare his cock again to enter inside you, but the limousine comes to a halt. his eyes dart up from you, towards the window behind; annoying, blinding camera flashes, clueless happy people, starstrucked paparazzi—and he grins once more.
“look mamas, they're all so damn eager for us,”
just like both of your warm cores, twitching against each other. “prying, dirty fucks,” he hisses once he prys open your downed leg wider to the side, giving him a gate to heaven itself.
flash one, flash two, three, and more. the amount of times a flash blinds the two of you from outside the limousine, he thrusts his cock inside simultaneously, urgently, his cock getting sucked up by your insides while embracing your leg over his shoulder. “th-that's it baby, just like that, take me all, take me all,” he sucks up a shaky inhale.
“fuck—fuck—fuck,” satoru slurrs out with every thrust, and all you could do was pant heavily, a hand covering your mouth to muffle your soft mewling. “gonna cum baby? you gonna cum? i can feel—i feel your insides taking me in so well,”
“shit mamas,” warmth coiled behind his spine, satoru's thrusts became sloppier, frantic, chasing his satisfaction, unsteady and throaty exhales more pronounced. “play with your dirty pussy,”
“play—fuuuck, fuck i'm gonna-” both of his hands clung around on your leg, hazy eyes now closing to focus on that increasing sensation of heat.
gritted teeth, allowing a small stream of drool to fall on the corner of his lips, and your body caved in to the discomfort of the position, laying limp on your side, with your face towards the front of the car, where you met the driver's eyes briefly on the rearview mirror. “s-so good ’toru, so good so g-...”
“gonna cum—gonna cum, gonna—fucking—cum, gonna fill you up, gonna fill you up so good,” he speaks in between each pound inside you, his muscles tensing up.
“gonna make you my wife with this cum-” he puts your leg down, repositioning himself frantically by laying you straight against the seat, inserting his cock inside you again once your pussy was infront of him. “s-sator-” “fuck! i'm cumming baby i'm-”
“fuuuck,” your walls clench around his cock, thrusting in one final time, flooding his hot cum inside your creamy cunt, mixing in with yours.
“p-pretty—fucking—pussy,” satoru overwhelms himself during his high, shuddering in each repeated thrusts, while you spasmed violently in your orgasm. “all mine, all mine, all fucking mi—”
flash, flash, and flash. “ah,” the door swings open merrily, muted noises from outside now, loud, blaring. multiple gasps and cussing simultaneously heard, a blinding light shining on your breeding session, on your soon-to-be husband's bare ass anyways.
annoyed, but quick, satoru removes his jacket, tossing it infront of your face, along with hiding your torso. he knew you were too weak to react, let alone cover yourself for some decency, and what kind of future spouse will he be if he let his pretty, and dazed wife be ridiculed over this?
he can see it all. not only curses, but tabloids, tabloid after tabloid, 'the gojo clan's heir, claiming a taboo before his wedding'. articles of public indency, the act of premarital sex! tarnishing the prestigious name and reputation of his clan!
his god-awful, forsaken clan.
satoru clicked his tongue, his face once pleasured, now contorting to repulsion, disgust, looking over to his shoulder for the paparazzi to take photos of his flushed, red side profile.
his hands subconsciously move down to your waist, holding you close to him while you recovered slowly, placing his badly placed attention back to yours again.
“hey baby,” he pulls out slowly, practicing retraint from grunting, biting down his bottom lip, still feeling your insides hold his cock tightly.
“h-hm?” satoru makes sure you're hidden infront of his thankfully large frame, properly placing his jacket that he gave you covering your entire bare torso, leaning down to give you tender kisses along the stream lines of your tears.
“hmhm, pretty, pretty girl,” he towers over you protectively, his thumb making circles along your abdomen lovingly.
“you don't mind if we marry with papers instead, right baby?”
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NOT AT ALL SATORU. NOT AT ALL. I DONT MIND AT ALL.
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little-blurry · 15 days
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▶ 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮ú𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘪
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radioiaci · 14 days
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like the voice of a heavenly choir 🦌
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pareidoix · 5 months
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“Ha?”
Wanderer stopped dead in his tracks, before looking back to you—his traveling companion, having a nasty sneer in his expression.
“And yet,” one, two and three. Three paces to you, each step with a simultaneous shift in his expression, a growing smugness, tainting his lips.
“You're still here, traveling with me, continuing to travel with someone, who, vocally expresses that your existence is lesser, annoying, repulsive even.”
The words come out half bitter, effortlessly mixing a lie and a half truth, yet he'll maintain that expression, not for you—but for himself.
“Quite masochistic of you, don't you think?” He added, adjusting his hat as his eyes narrow to yours, eating up that chesire-like smile of which it becomes the cherry on top of his usual mockery.
Ah. It wasn't a few seconds after his statement, it happened in a haze, two blinks and you were already inches to his face, retaining that nauseating snarl, that repulsion now plastered onto your pretty, pretty facial features.
Wanderer remained tall, unmoving, his chin raised high and poised, and it was nothing but a mask, a facade, one he has perfected over the eons of his lifespan, but how can someone claim perfection, when he was far from the concept itself?
Your lips move, forming to say the nickname you gave for him. “I'm not the one with many names, with many sins, I don't manifest my struggles and turn those who surround me into ruin,” his expression falters, mirroring yours upon mention of his eventful history of bloodshed.
“Say more,” he was supposed to be the one to one-up you, to provoke you. “Go on,” he was the one who wanted to invoke a reaction from you.
But why?
Your back straightens, raising your chin to him, and the corners of your lips widen, widen and widen, it was an evil grin overruling his earlier attempt of smugness, it was attractive, malicious.
Why did he find himself so lost in that malice?
“You can't do anything,” his breath hitches, facial muscles waning control, confused, not knowing if he should act accordingly to your refute with a mirrored demeanor—or give up and let his face contort to something of excitement.
Your statements hold true as well, someone who accused you of lowly masochism, now finding himself in the same path with guilt, with pleasure.
Wasn't he just winning?
“Because you know that your progress of tranquility, will be for naught. Days, months, years worth of practiced peace, will be reduced to void, to nothingness.”
Veins formed, visible along his jaw. “You can't do anything,” you repeat, the winds shifting as you move past him. “Because, you enjoy it Kuni.”
His eyes widen, a disgruntled sound gracing your ears as he looks over his shoulder. “That's—!”
“The truth,” you let out a quiet 'hmhm', looking to the side, preying on his visuals in your peripheral.
“A truth you want to bask in, for it is better than the turmoil that gnaws at you overwhelmingly.”
You walk with grace, and Wanderer stills with unease, motionless with current-like thoughts, a redness now turbulent all over his face, as well as his clenched, trembling fists. He wanted more?
He wanted more. Wanderer wanted more—and that was enough to send him in a deep state of frenzy, along with an intensifying self loathing.
“I destest you,” he mumbles under his breath, bringing a hand to his hat to hide everything of him and his dignity, catching up but with a safe distance towards you, but you heard.
“No, I don't think you do.”
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need him oiled up and begging
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dailyspiceandwolf · 2 months
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Spice & Wolf 2024 PV 2 ▶ 5/?
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sgnl---lxst · 13 days
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poeticpains · 10 months
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Escape the Night Season 3 + Some Onion Headlines
Inspired by this
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himedachi · 10 days
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anyways, i want to try awaken my muses by doing something more lighthearted and short so... like this post for a thing? (may be a random starter or an ask in your inbox) feel free to specify any muse you'd like to see interacting with yours (if you're a multi pls specify recipient) or else i'll give the full powers to my predominant ones (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
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c1tyhaunts · 9 days
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if i told you all this man is my son and it's taking God Themselves stopping me from writing him?
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dark-frosted-heart · 6 months
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Oh no, these are very possible choices for me
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little-blurry · 17 days
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▶ 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮ú𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘪
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radioiaci · 21 days
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This is my roman empire tbh and I will stand on business about this crack ship until I die and explode okay thank u.
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twinstateline · 8 days
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вυт тнє ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ ѕ¢αяє∂ σƒ нєѕιтαтιηg тнιηgѕ ( . . . )
( . . . ) уєαн, тнєу σηℓу ѕнσσт тнє вιя∂ѕ ωнσ ¢αηησт ѕιηg
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dailyspiceandwolf · 10 months
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Spice & Wolf 2024 PV ▶ 7/?
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