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#꩜ ⋮ shai's thirst/drabbles⸝⸝
shaisuki · 9 months
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the first thing gojo does after getting released in the prison realm is fucking you.
there's no such thing as a greeting but with his hands wandering all over the expanse of your soft body and his lips peppering all over your round face. his muscular arms picking you up and pinning you in nearest wall and let him do all the work.
drilling you with his cock that got your toes curling and hips arching from the slap of his hips into yours. his arms into your creamy thighs, hands into your plush waist.
“missed this pussy so much, baby.” he babbles. loving every inch of your fat pussy being wrapped around his thick length.
you can't help but gush around him, your juices coating his cock and gojo pounds mercilessly in you. can you blame him? he misses you so much and its been so long since he tapped that pussy of yours and it's heavenly just like the last time but sure he is taking his time to embrace the warmth of your walls against his.
despite being out for so long, gojo still retains his cheekiness and being a tease. randomly edges you to get a whine from your pretty lips and bumps his huge cockhead into your cervix making you cry.
gojo being mesmerized from your body bouncing, taking every pound and slam of his body to yours. you are such a good girl for him for taking him so well.
gojo can't help but to bite the flesh into your neck and moans. desperate to leave marks into your skin just like he always does and marking you as his. you're so soft and plush and he wants you to breed over and over again.
gojo who can't help but to break into a huge grin, seeing you so dumb and drunk from his dick. so pretty. the words coming from your mouth reduce into whines and moans.
and gojo finally dumping his huge load into your fat cunt that it spills even his cock is stuffed deep inside you. spurts and spurts of his cum still coming after one another as you came undone from the bullying of his thick cock inside you.
you think he's finished after that but his cock is still hard and begging to be wrapped around your fat pussy and who are you to deny him.
after all, he misses you so much.
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btsqualityy · 3 years
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Hi Shay!! First and foremost thnak you for letting us send you little ideas! Your drabbles (and your entire blog if we are being honest) never fail to make my day! If possible, could you write something that involves hobi giving his wife a full striptease (magic mike type lol)? Like he has prepared the outfit and everything and it ends up with intense sex. Thank you!!
"Oh my gosh," you whispered in awe, watching as your husband pulled off his thin t-shirt, leaving him in some super short boxers. He worked his way to the floor, getting onto his knees as he grinding it the floor in time with the music that was currently playing
You had had a long week at work and you made sure to complain to your husband every time you got. Today was the day you finally finished your project and when you had gotten home, the kids were gone and Hobi was waiting for you in your bedroom. You expected sex, but you didn't expect a full on strip tease.
Hobi stopped grinding, crawling over to you on his knees. Once he made it to you, he bent down and kissed the tops of your feet, slowly working his way up your legs. Once he made it to your thighs, he reached up and pushed them apart before literally sticking his face against the crotch of your pants.
"Hobi," you whined, being able to feel the outline and wetness of his tongue against your pussy and it was making you needy.
"Begging already baby?" He smirked and you just rolled your eyes at his cockiness.
"Will it make you fuck me if I say yes?"
"Probably," he shrugged.
"Please fuck me Hobi," you whispered and he smiled.
"Whatever you want baby."
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"Hobi, fuck," you grunted, smacking your hands on the wood floor of your bedroom as Hobi pounded into you from behind. Once Hobi had gotten your clothes off of you, the two of you couldn't even make it to the bed before Hobi had you bent over and taking his cock.
"You're so wet, holy fuck," He groaned, reaching down and pulling your ass cheeks outwards, his mouth watering at how your arousal was clinging to his cock. "Looks like I need to give you strip teases more often, huh?"
"Looked so hot," you confessed and Hobi's chest puffed up in confidence. Hobi knew you and he knew that you would have either one of two reactions to his striptease: you would laugh at him and tell him to get serious, or it would turn you on to no end and Hobi was thanking his lucky stars that it turned out to be the second option.
"You're the only person who gets to see me like that," he reminded you, knowing that you liked knowing how many men and women thirsted over your husband but you were the one that he came home to every night.
"Mmm, deeper," you demanded and Hobi obliged you, letting one of his legs and setting it on the ground so that he had the leverage to plunge into you deeper and at a better angle. He figured that he had done what you wanted, because you let out a strangled moan as your nails clawed the floor beneath you.
"C-coming," was the only warning he got, the feeling of your orgasm catching him off guard and causing him to unexpectedly begin to shoot his cum inside of you.
"God damn Y/N-ah," he whimpered, biting his lip as he tried to continue fucking you through his orgasm even though he was feeling the beginnings of overstimulation.
"Ok, ok," you tapped out, Hobi finally pulling his cock out of you and smiling as he watched you fall onto the floor. He laid down next to you, smirking as he watched you shut your eyes as you panted heavily.
"So, striptease rating?" He wondered.
"Definitely 10 out of 10," you huffed with a laugh.
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sunaluvs · 3 years
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SUNALUVS' 1K FOLLOWERS EVENT! — closed.
NOTE: i can't believe i actually got to make that banner and write this note. what the fuck. what the fuck. i never thought id ever reach this point when i made this blog months ago—i never even thought id start writing again, but... here we are ????? it's weird. Very Weird. and CRAZY. and im feeling a lot of things that i can't properly put into words because my brain won't let me, so i hope this event can showcase what i can't tell you all individually. i hope it can make you smile, laugh, or maybe even cry, but most importantly, i hope you enjoy it <3
EVENT TAG — #aethers events + #aether hits 1k!
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GUIDELINES
⤷ this event is for followers only (i mean. obviously).
⤷ i'll be accepting anime only characters from hq, bnha, & jjk.
⤷ please read through my rules before sending anything in, and if you have any further questions don't be afraid to ask!
⤷ ill ask that all minors refrain from interacting/requesting any nsfw, as well as a reminder to block my nsfw tag #shay thirsts 🔞.
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KISS THE WORDS INTO MY SKIN (7/10)
⤷ these are all sfw drabbles.
⤷ they'll be 300-500 words, and you can send in the character you want with one prompt from this or this list. you can also send in your own prompt if you have one!
STAIN MY LIPS TONIGHT (7/10)
⤷ these are nsfw drabbles.
⤷ send me two kinks + a character and ill write you a drabble of 300-500 words!
WRITE YOUR NAME ON MY HEART (12/12)
⤷ these are matchups.
⤷ send me a description of your personality + an anime + gender preference and ill match you with a character from the anime of your choosing!
⤷ things to include: hobbies, mannerisms/demeanor, love languages, how you interact with others, ideal dates, your aesthetic/style, zodiac sign, etc. be detailed and don't be afraid to ramble !!
⤷ along with the matchup, you'll also receive approx. 4-8 sfw headcanons about your relationship <3
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NOTE: and here we go! i really hope you enjoy it, and ill adjust the slots if i see the need for it. the event will stay open until they all fill up, or until august 20th, at 10 pm EST. other than that, have fun my loves !! <33
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meguluvs · 3 years
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『 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 』
➳ i write nsfw + sfw works.
➳ all characters are aged up in my nsfw (and most sfw) works. there are no exceptions. nothing will ever be written with the indication of anyone being a minor.
➳ nsfw will be tagged under #shay thirsts 🔞 and marked with ✯ on my mlist, so please block that tag/avoid works with that symbol if you're a minor ‼️
➳ ill write headcanons, drabbles/scenarios, one-shots, & in smau/text format.
➳ while i do write nsfw, i will not write any dark content, so please don't send me any requests w/ those themes (if you're unsure of something, send me an ask and ill let u know).
➳ i write for "x reader", but i also don't mind character ships!
➳ my work will always be gender neutral unless specified otherwise by me or a request.
➳ characters i write for are: gojō, getō, nanami, sukuna, maki, yūta, inumaki, yūji, megumi, & nobara.
↳ ill make exceptions for mahito, todo, mai, noritoshi, & junpei depending on the request.
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shaisuki · 10 months
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“c'mere megumi. i know you're tired.”
gojo calls out to him but the boy ignores him and continued to walk.
“he won't satoru. you traumatized him.” you quipped at him.
teleportation is fun and all but not to a fourth-grader megumi who got almost dropped mid-air from the teleportation skill gojo have, only to catch him mid-air before he truly drops.
“i catched him before he fell.” the white-haired male pouts.
“catched him before he fell?” scoffing at him. “he's a child, satoru. think before you do something to him. you almost endangered him with your antics and you can't do whatever you please when you want. you're an ass and you know it.” you spat at him and gojo pouts and he's like a child kneeling down while being scolded.
you crouched down to meet the height of megumi. patting his head and you began to speak in a soft voice. “i'll carry you, okay? i promise no funny business.” drawing a cross in your chest to convince megumi. the poor child is sleepy and fighting the urge to not sleep caused by the earlier wrongdoing of an pre-adult.
deciding to trust you, megumi comes closer to you and puts his arms around your neck before carrying his small body in front of you. your arms tucked under his thighs and it turns to snuggle you. his jaw in your shoulder.
megumi blankly stares at the adult behind you. immature, he thought but his eyes are getting heavy and sleep is calling to him. before his eyes closed he reminds himself not to be carried by that weird man.
it took a few seconds before the child snuggling in you fell asleep. you can tell from the lack of movements of his body and the small snores. patting his back before continuing to walk.
gojo followed you. he felt bad and it was like a punch to him in the gut when you scold him but he likes it. loves it when your cheeks puff and your eyes rolling at him in annoyance.
stopping at a bakery to get a few sweets to satisfy his sweet tooth and for the siblings to eat back home. you continued to walk, enjoying the little peace and quiet before a old lady approached at you three.
“oh my! what a cute family.” the old lady commented and your eye twitched at the comment. giving the lady a smile before briefly bowing.
taken a back at the sudden statement before gojo burst out in a laughter. “she called us a family, (y/n).”
“ha-ha-ha. funny.” you dryly responds to him and adjusting your arm to make megumi comfortably settle in you. the child is completely passed out in your grasp and you can't help but to kiss megumi's wild hair in which megumi groans before going back to sleep.
“aww, come on. i didn't mean it, okay?” gojo whines, blocking your way as he walked backwards to meant he really is sorry.
“okay.” you replied back to him. “just don't do it again.”
“okay!” he beams up and once again silence filled in the long way of walking.
dusk is beginning to settle down and the sky turns into orange. the sunlight giving it's final rays before the night falls.
“kind of you to take them both, satoru.” you break the silence and gojo hums. thinking about something.
despite gojo's stubbornness and his lack of tact in things, you like that he's willing to help the children to have a roof over their head and spoiled them like it's his own. even preventing megumi to be taken away from his clan and let him have a normal childhood with his sister.
“say, (y/n). what if we adopt them both?” gojo asks you.
“we? and adopt?” gojo nods. waiting for your answer. “i think it's fine. these two will have two guardians to look them over if the other one's not around and in case something's happen to one of us.”
“don't say that, (y/n).”
you raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.
“it's inevitable, satoru. in this line of work we have.” you said to him. referring how dangerous the jujutsu society is and you'll never know what the future may hold.
“i'll protect you. us”" his bright blue eyes peeking through his dark glasses with sincerity. looking at you and megumi sleeping in your arms.
“satoru....” you call him and his eyes full of sincerity.
“that's nice, satoru.” you smile at him but the expression in his face is anticipating something more.
“i know you will, satoru.” and he grins. pressing a tender kiss in your forehead and patting megumi's head. “stop that, sato. you'll wake him up and don't get too sappy with me. it's not you.” he pouts at that but kisses you again.
he can't wait to be with you forever.
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shaisuki · 2 months
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geto suguru splurging the large amount of donations for your kimonos. how nasty and ungrateful of him for the donors but it's well spent and there's no guilt about considering they are monkeys who have money and it's better to use it for you.
he loves how fitted the kimonos are adorning to your plush body. it's like they are second skin to you from how comfortable it was. always the best for you. commissioning artisans whose crafts are honed for a long time with hands that are made for creating that piece of clothing. sewing intricate patters with embroidery attached with stories to suit your style and his tastes. it takes months to complete but it only takes for a second for him to rip it from your body.
not even being able to feel an ounce of guilt despite the time it took to create and the pout in your face for wasting such piece of art. he only shushes you with a kiss. saying that he can commission again from those artisans to create you new ones.
cause no matter how expensive you wear, it's nothing how much you look better naked for him. your delectable body for him to taste while he slowly removes his gojo-kesa.
“it's not a waste nor to be given any attention of. you look better naked, my love.” he would assure you. dipping for a kiss. his large hands caressing your supple body. pinching and kneading the exposed flesh while he spreads your chunky legs and only to reveal what he's been dying to taste. your fat cunt, slick and warm for him to lick and drill his cock in between them.
money's not a problem for him. really. not when there's a lot of monkeys with money at his disposal. they're useless and a waste of space and reek of filth so what's better is he's putting them for a use while he spoils you rotten.
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shaisuki · 17 days
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“what a whore you turned out to be.”
your face burns in embarrassment along with your body that is touched by the sparks of pleasure from rubbing your cunt to your master's stomach.
clicking his tongue while he looks at you unimpressed. his favorite concubine using his stomach to get off. your pussy drools with slick, covering his stomach with and despite the expression he was showing, fascination is embedded on them. chuckling to himself how he can easily get you flustered. hot and bothered. degrading you by the acts that he forced you to commit.
“tell me how does it feel rubbing your greedy cunt in your master's stomach, pet?”
“it f—feels good, sukuna-sama. f-feels good.” speech slurred along the rhythm you're forcing your body to move to please your master along your body. breasts squeezed by your arms while you pressed your palms in his chest.
“can it compare to the pleasure of my cocks splitting your greedy pussy?” one of his large hands grasping your soft jaw. his nails digging to your skin and blood drips, cascading to his fingers. multiple red eyes watching your own eyes to turn misty from how good you are feeling and the filthy words he is forcing you to come from your own dirty mouth.
you clit bumps in the hard ridge of his stomach, jolting and crying from the overwhelming feeling of your pussy being stimulated. “no. it can't sukuna-sama! my greedy pussy can only be satisfied being split open by your cocks!”
the king of curses is satisfied with your answer. a large smirk plastered in his face while thick droplets of tears rolls down in your round cheeks. you were his truly favored concubine. always know where to push the buttons and the words to say to please him and you are ought to be rewarded but he could relish this sight a little more.
your round stomach jiggles and sways with your every move. fixated on his favorite body part, the part where he gives it the most attention. the thick layered skin covering your precious organs and he would sometimes think if that belly of yours will still be soft after his seed had taken root. his brat being nurtured in that womb and growing in your stomach. also adores that fat pussy that greedily swallows his cocks like it was never enough that always wants to be filled with his cum until it drips out of you. a pleasing sight it is.
sukuna chuckles, watching as his favorite concubine changes her facial expression. nearing your release.
“i'm feeling generous tonight. cum and i'll reward you.” placing his chin in one of his arms.
with the permission given by your master. you came. body shaking from the intensity of the efforts you hardly worked for just to please your master. soft pants and your skin being covered with sweat and thighs clenching.
you await for further orders from your master and you dare meet his gaze and only to meet a satisfied smirk.
“good girl, little one. obedient and utterly devoted.” he spoke dripping with pride from how well you followed his orders. two of his arms hoisted you above and placing you above his hardened cocks.
“ride my cocks and you will be filled with my cum until a brat comes along.”
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shaisuki · 7 months
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“what's your favorite color?”
megumi asked you, out of the blue. the child sitting beside you while you both looked at the people passing by. his legs swinging a little.
“let me think. it's mmm...”
megumi looks to his side. studying your face while you think of your favorite color. your lips quirking to the side, eyebrows furrowed up. when you reached your answer, your face lightened up.
“blue. my favourite color is blue, megumi.”
“why is that?” he asked once again. your eyebrows raising. megumi never asked for trivial questions such as where do babies come from or something simple as what's your favorite color but the boy's asking and you're more than willing to answer him. an attempt to connect with you and you smiled softly at him.
“it's reminds me of everything that makes me happy, megumi. the sky, the sea and it's the color of his eyes...” megumi gave you a confusing look when your voice died down at the last words.
before he can ask anything again, a annoying, all-too familiar voice interrupted him.
“hello, my two favorite creatures.” slinging his arms in megumi and to you. giving you a large smooch in your cheek and gojo looks to the side. a huge grin breaking out in his face and you swore you never seen megumi so scared before grabbing gojo's blindfold to stop him from terrorizing the poor child.
“satoru, i swear. megumi's going to kill you in your sleep—one day. stop annoying the child.” you warned to him, wringing his blindfold which made him wince from the pain.
“such a meanie—(y/n)!” he pouts, pinching your round cheeks — his cold, long fingers squeezing the flesh with no remorse. this is revenge and seeing you wince, eyebrows knitting in pure annoyance earns the biggest smirk from him. gojo would relish it for a little longer but seeing megumi sending daggers to him made him stop.
“phew. that was tough.” gojo casually began. attempting for the conversation to divert — feigning innocence like he didn't hurt your cheeks and ignoring megumi's glare at him.
“that hurts, satoru.” rubbing the sore spot in your round cheek. you'd be lucky if it didn't bruise. that would really be a pain in the ass.
“it wasn't that hard!” he retaliates. defending his own doings and you just shake your head. arguing with him would be pointless. knowing how gojo never back down. no matter how stupid it is.
“never mind. gumi you want to get ice cream?” pointing out the ice cream truck and megumi nods.
“what about me?!”
“satoru, you're an adult. get it on your own.” reaching out for megumi's hand in which he gladly accepts. his smaller hand holding yours. walking away from the white-haired male wearing blindfold with megumi in your grasp.
you gulped, looking at the corner of your eyes — only to find gojo standing and silent and him being quiet staring at you and megumi, there's chaos brewing in that brain of his and it's never good. it means trouble and despite the park having a fairly amount of people, it's no question he will be doing it.
in which you prepared for the worst. maybe, you can escape it this time.
“megumi.” you call out to the boy. responding to you with a hum. “prepare yourself. your other guardian is going to cause trouble again.” you whispered to him and megumi sweats a little. knowing how this one will end up. could he just have you as his and tsumiki's only guardian? not that troublesome adult who didn't seem to grow up—maturely. beggars can't be choosers or something like that, he knows he owe it to the man but sometimes he don't know how much longer he can endure it. megumi's glad you're around to balance, keep him calm but it never lasts.
you both turned around, and gojo seems like a statue standing there while watching you both and in cue, “run!” you told megumi. bolting to find a place to hide or escape and hoping you'd lost that boyfriend/troublesome idiot of yours.
with you and megumi holding your hand for dear life. yeah, it would be the death of you both if that idiot caught you two. you'll die of embarrassment.
then a full chase began around the park and with lessons yet still to learn and will never be taught. you forgot how gojo's long strides are and with the speed with you and megumi running in even at the headstart. too worried about the shenanigans gojo will bestow to you both.
“gotcha’ (y/n)-chan.” he said in a sing-song voice and adding the chan when teasing you and you felt yourself being lifted up with no chance of escape and you let go of megumi's hand.
“run, gumi!” you told the kid in which he reluctantly obeyed not wanting to leave you but knowing you, he ran in a safe distance watching as you squirmed at his other guardian who won't give you any mercy.
“satoru! put me down this instant!” in which gojo didn't comply. holding your middle with both of his hands while he spins you around. making you squeal and you swear you could feel the stares of multiple eyes.
“nope.” gojo flatly declares.
even with your weight, he still make you feel like you were the lightest person on the planet.
megumi watched in the distance, sitting in one of the tree roots sticking out in the ground. he could feel the annoyance creeping up on him but seeing you happy made him happy too. the annoyance barely affecting him while you laugh at gojo. he can hear the laughter and the cries you were making for the man-child to stop and megumi relished on that. he couldn't help but to feel a little upset about gojo, the man who stopped for letting him get sold by that so called family of his. he knows you and gojo had a life before him but seeing gojo takes all your attention away from him. he simply couldn't help it.
you gave him and tsumiki the utmost care, the unconditional love, making they were satisfied and making sure their wants and needs are met. catching the responsibilities they shouldn't be doing at their age for them to have a normal life. always going for the extra mile to have them taken care. you became the mother they never knew they needed. of course, that weird guy also gave them with the same amount of love but it would never match it with you.
with a plea and string of praises. of course, you complied. you didn't know if you could take more. face hot with embarrassment and your dress in a bunch. crinkling in the corners and you sighed looking at them. “you're the great and handsome gojo satoru! i love you with all my heart!” you shout earlier. never you thought you would stoop that low and just to feed his ego. you're not going to survive another whims he'll whip up. you were glad megumi's not part of it.
there's the casual silence, followed by the small bites in the ice cream you three bought. sitting in the bench under the sky with the soft breeze blowing.
“it's good?” you asked megumi and the boy looks at you and nods. bringing back his attention at his ice cream and you look at the man beside him. contentedly humming while he feasts on the cold treat.
“you got stain here, gumi.” swiping the boy's cheek with your thumb and he stops for a moment for you to clean it properly and goes back once again and gojo seeing it and being the jealous one. he accidentally smears the ice cream in his cheek. “mou~ (n/n) — i think i have some too.” he pouts and you look at him with “are you serious” look. knowing damn well it was intentional. he only smirks and points his cheek to emphasize. someday, you're going to have the chance to slap him, just once.
he leans down to you closer, dangerously close while you hold his jaw to avoid unnecessary movements and for you to wipe the sticky liquid in his face. “done.” you says and there's a cold sensation in your cheek. this bastard.
you decided to be the bigger person today cause if you fought back. there's a full on wild goose chase again. it couldn't be help. you accepted this idiot and you won't be leaving him anytime soon with megumi and tsumiki now in both of your lives.
you three sat there. watching people passed by with ice creams in your hands. it's a cool, windy day under the blue sky.
it felt like it was yesterday. the days and years passing in a blink of an eye and it slip backs into his memory why he asked you what's your favorite color. blue. you fondly told him that with a smile gracing in your lips and that is only memory that stuck him.
under the blue sky. the sunny days. where everybody is basked in it's warmth. the vastness of the blue sky and how it always be a reminder of the happy days. it's always brought a smile to your face, he would remember and he would smile too —a little.
he can't find himself to he happy nor feel a little joy under this weather. droplets of rain falling all over the road, the roofs and the cold wind blowing. puddles of water surrounding the area and he understands why such joyous moments only happens in a warm, sunny day with the blue sky—no clouds.
megumi didn't know what losing someone felt like and he got the first taste of it when tsumiki got cursed and now yours — it was different.
it felt like a ton of bricks and stone is put on him. he feels numb despite of it. he couldn't believe it. how could this happen? you were strong. that's why you survived for so long, enough to see him grow up to be the man he is now today but death's hand is unstoppable. the greatest power on earth couldn't prevent it.
he refuses to see your body laying down in the table. what's bright and warm smile you always give to him — it's gone. replaced by a cold and lifeless expression in front of him. he says he needed to see after all, to see is to believe and he wish he didn't.
the white blanket covering your body and he don't know if he'll cry or not. it's too much. gone too soon and what of your passing to his sensei.
gojo remains silent. the most silent he ever seen him. of course, the loudest he was is when with you. the banters, the witty remarks, your laugh, the squeals when he does something stupid. megumi knew gojo didn't need comfort, not from him. knowing that the cure for that pain is you . he's fighting his own battles too and despite what he felt for the man in his younger days, he still owes him. his life to him and to you.
with no parents stepping up and leaving them to fend for their own. you both came. remembering the day where you scolded gojo to never say anything stupid enough to spook them. he was first to be graced by your smile that day. assuring him that he and tsumiki will be fine. jabbing at gojo telling him that they were going to be fine and it was more than fine.
he couldn't ask anything for more and when the heart could no longer carry the heavy burden of you being gone. his eyes speaks for what the heart can't carry no more. excusing himself leaving the man who you deeply loved more than anything in the world and with the door closing. his eyes opened for the tears to fall.
he's no better than what's megumi feeling right now. fuck, didn't he just promised that he'll protect you so what the fuck this happened.
he wants to scream. curse every living person. his knuckles turning paler than it is — gripping his hair that it'll rip off. you were supposed to be coming home. alive and well. breathing with his name the first thing you'll say and you'd given him the most tight embrace you could muster. “i'm home, satoru.” you are never coming back home.
this is his reality.
he went to approach your body. you look so different. there your face. it was the most brightest when you smiled, laughed even, cried when he's teasing got overboard. he wouldn't get used to this. he needs you laughing and smiling. tell him you love him — that he's an insufferable asshole — that he's your idiot — that—that you're afraid of losing him.
he examined your face, from the shape of your eyes, to the roundness of your cheeks, to the fullness of your lips. you were still his. you look peaceful and he don't want that when you're laying in this table with the mountain of corpses who has been previous laid here.
he wants to see your eyes again. staring right back at him with much adoration and annoyance. he would tease you for hours for the reason your favorite color is blue cause it was the color of his eyes. he can't miss that what you'd told megumi that day. blue makes you happy. his eyes, him. he made you happy and that's important right? he made you happy with the duration of your life with him and that was meant to last for a lifetime with him but it's not going to happen.
he grasp your hand. it's hard and cold. no life and warmth in those hands. the very hands who tenderly cared for the siblings — the very hands who held him every night — that hands that cups his face and you would tell him straight in the eyes that you love him — so — so — much.
“i love you too, (y/n).” he says. slipping the ring he got after the day you both adopted megumi and tsumiki. you're both officially guardians to two children and that means a new start for a family. he didn't know what possessed him that day to get a ring. you're both young with the future ahead of you. it's seems unclear and yet he still got that. one day — one day. he will put that ring to your finger with a promise that he'll annoy you for the rest of your lives together.
he didn't even get to propose to you. always waiting for the right moment but never came and he thinks this is the right moment. he wants to laugh for how stupid he was. the ring would be nicely suited to your ring finger if you were still alive. a promise to spend the rest of your lives together and he can't do that now.
he kisses your forehead one last time before covering you with the blanket. this is goodbye, he guesses. he thinks you're in peace now — no pain, suffering. no one's going to harm you. you're at peace. he told himself.
no amount of grieving will ever rid the pain you inflicted with your passing to the both of them. with the heavy rain pouring.
there will be no promise of blue sky, after this.
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shaisuki · 10 months
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"fuck, princess. you will be the death of me."
the scar on the corner of his mouth moves as his lips twitches into a smirk. involuntarily licking his scar.
'hm?" you hum, looking at him with such curiosity. making your head tilt sideways like kittens do when trying to comprehend something.
"you're wearing my shirt, princess."
"yeah." you breath out. grabbing the hem of his white shirt. fully emphasizing that it is his what you are wearing. although a little bit tight to you.
he can see the your stomach stretching out his shirt and squished in between the rolls of your stomach. hardened nipples peeking through the confines of clothing. his dark emerald eyes drinking in the sight of you.
reaching the peak of domesticity and homely feeling running in his system.
his gorgeous, chubby wife. dressed in his clothes.
"i miss you so much and i thought wearing it would me feel less lonely." you explained, innocently fluttering your eyelashes at him with a gentle smile in your lips.
"miss me?" he asks, grabbing your soft jaw with his hands, squishing the flesh in them.
"yeah."
legs raised, your soft thick thighs pressing in your stomach while toji roughly drills his cock into your sopping wet cunt. his hands splayed besides you. gripping in the sheet while he got you pinned under him.
"t-toji..." you called his name. your whole body taking the blow of his desperate thrusts. every pound you take got your body shaking. toes curling, legs going numb. that call seem to fuel him more. grunting at the sound of his name coming from your pretty mouth.
he's insatiable. every thing you do drives him into an uncontrollable habit of fucking your brains out. he can't help but to think how an asshole like him bagging a woman like you. soft and sweet. so adoring to a scum like him and fuck you got the best pussy he ever had.
tightly wrapped around his huge cock. making every vein and skin drag throughout your velvety walls. sending you in the most numbing pleasure and him into overdrive.
you look so divine under him. the flesh in your stomach, creasing as it folded under toji's touch. the soft, pliable flesh jiggling at the rhythm of his thrusts. your breasts bouncing and your face. twisted into the euphoric feeling of him being inside you.
holding your cheek in his large hand while looking at your eyes. beautiful and full of life staring right back at him. lost in each others gaze while he truly makes love with you.
creamy, white liquid gushing around his length. making an obscene noise. the squelch and the "plap" sound continuously ringing in the room. skin hitting to each other.
"you going to cum, princess?" he whispers, in between licking your cheek and sucking your tongue.
"yes! make me cum, toji. please..." you beg, your fat cunt clenching around him tightly and toji gives in to you. pressing your thighs in your stomach before changing into an animalistic phase. so much, that it leave you breathless and mind hazy.
your cunt spasms around him. milking him for all it's worth and toji gave in. his balls tightening before exploding inside you. thick, hot spurts of his cum pumping inside you. making sure you will take it all and stays inside you. your cunt throbbing around him while he pumps you full of seed.
toji growls seeing your post-fucked out face. glowing so ethereal that he feels guilty leaving you alone in this home you created for him. a safe haven for a man like him.
"i love you, toji." you said. grabbing his face and pulling him closer to you. kissing his lips with such tenderness and toji returns it with such want and neediness.
"i love you too." kissing your nose and you giggle. the sound of your laughter making his cock hardening again and your cunt clenching. toji moves your thighs, placing it beside his torso and he's into it again.
worshipping his blessing who have taken in the shape of you.
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shaisuki · 10 months
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just thinking about pro! hero bakugo katsuki fucking chubby reader-chan senseless after surprising him, wearing a ua cheerleader outfit during their high school days.
oh, katsuki goes absolutely feral after seeing reader-chan in that outfit and it brings back memories about those sleepless nights where he first laid his eyes on you wearing that cheerleader outfit.
with every fiber of his being he wants you completely naked but he makes exception in your cheerleader outfit. it was one his filthy fantasies to fuck you in one and he ain't wasting no time in pinning you down the floor.
he only flips your skirt so he can access your pussy, already dripping with slick from the roughness bakugo is giving you. the top of your clothing is surprisingly untouched wanting him to fully fuck you in the glory of the cheerleader outfit you wore and goddamn, katsuki's already losing his mind.
the green and orange of the outfit bringing your complexion into gorgeousness as he fucks you in that outfit.
katsuki grabs every handful flesh he can grope as he thrusts his thick cock into your tight cunt.
"fucking mine. you really like testing me, princess. wearing this clothing and this is what you get and you fucking love it."  he growls. his hips bucking wildly which made you cry out and katsuki smirks continuing his assault in your fat cunt.
your legs wrapped around his torso, toes curling at the intense pleasure. katsuki doesn't stop from thrusting his cock inside you, barely taking a break and he sped up. his hands gripping your wide hips as he drilled into you.
he burns the sight of your body jiggling under him. the ripples of your stomach, the bounce of your chest and the look of your face. so fucking cute from all the fucking he's giving to you.
thighs shaking from wave after wave of pleasure he's bringing to you and you feared you won't feel a thing of your legs after this.
it continues like that for hours and you lost count on how many times katsuki fucked you full of his cum, your orgasm coming again for the nth time and you only closed your eyes. cunt clenching snugly around his cock. your orgasm bringing you into euphoria.
your cum coating his cock along with his and it drips down to your ass and katsuki loved every moment of it. it was moments later before katsuki came as well.
katsuki doesn't pull his still hard cock, letting your cum-filled pussy warm his. katsuki moved the stray hairs that sticks in your face. kissing you with such passion and desire. tongue gnashing with yours before separating. a string of saliva connecting yours to his and katsuki smirks before swiping it with his arm.
"you really know how to cheer me up, princess. don't worry that pretty head of yours, princess. i'll take care you." he said, his lips twitch into a smirk and you already knows what it means.
"i know you have another round for me, princess."
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shaisuki · 8 months
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gojo had been in this situation many times where you ran away from him and he knows it all too well. he could be a menace at times. could be too much at times with his antics. he knows it very well and seeing you running away from him, unlocked this feeling that he never knew he have. something primal—an instinct to hunt, to devour something with the metallic taste of blood in his tongue.
the way your body bounces with a huff, like a bunny hopping away from its predator.
you're in for the hunt and gojo likes it. he lets you run. giving him a setback of few minutes of making sure you were far from him but gojo knew you, more than you could ever know yourself. from your scent, to your heartbeat and to your small intakes of puff in your breath. it's like instinct for him to mark you and own you.
the teeth marks on your skin are evidence. they're like tattoos permanently etched in your skin. it fades but gojo replaces it with such eagerness until they're permanently marked in your supple skin.
when satoru decided that you've given him more time for him to get you and so, the hunt begins.
he didn't need his six eyes nor his ability to detect someone. it's all natural for him to sense you. no matter the distance or the poor attempt of disguising yourself.
“gotcha.” he says in his playful voice like it's the most innocent thing. you can never fool him. it's too easy. you and him were one. never be separated for too long. the other one ends up too delirious or maybe—crazy. lose control of what they are to feed the hunger in the pits of their soul. it doesn't work for him though, everything the gojo satoru can be but never temperamental and quick to diminish stuff. he's lax and cool. that what he is.
well, he could lose control too.
his hold to you, a vice grip like. fingers digs in the pudginess of your body. one he explored many times. claimed and marked. your back pressed in his chest. your heart beat thrumming like nails tapping in a hardwood desk.
it was never an intention to run. you could never escape his grasp. he's too much sometimes. biting your round cheeks like they were the mochi desserts he always had in missions. it leaves mark for everyone to see.
it never prepared you how dating gojo satoru could be like this. obsessive. it's not like you're going anywhere.
he holds you for a moment—his lips nibbling on the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine while his hands grabbing the handful of flesh in your stomach through your uniform.
his index finger swipes to feel the shape of your lips. he kissed it many times. made claim to it that it only can be kissed by him, and only him.
turning your head to the side and looking above to meet his flawless face and he looks down to place a kiss to your lips. what tenderness started turned to desperation.
“satoru.” murmuring his name in-between kisses. stopping in a second before claiming your lips in his again.
gojo knew he could get high when in the brink of the death but fuck, your lips too had the same effect. your whole being is a addiction he never wanted to get rid of.
it continues for minutes until you're both panting for air. still gojo continues to slither his hands all over you body, grabbing and pinching whatever he can get with his hands. large palms holding your thighs. it splays and the flesh spills out in his palms despite being wide enough to grab someone's head.
you're a fucking delight for him. loves when you run away and only for him to catch. he murmurs your name in your ear. his breath tickling the nerves in your ear and sending tremors to the depths of your soul when he calls your name. it's the same for him.
“i could eat you whole.”
you shake your head at the statement. he'd already done that. strip you naked with nothing but his hands covering your most intimate parts. bites and nibbles at your flesh while he ruts himself deep into you.
savoring every moment. lavishing his palate with the most exquisite taste of your skin in his tongue. he's insatiable.
you could tell from how he gets desperate at times when you ran away from him like you were going to disappear at any given moment and it's his weakness. what weakness turning into something primal, so raw to claim you as his and that's the only way he can think to never let you go. if only you can stay forever in his arms he'll do it—with the power vested by the universe for him.
it's always this chase where he catch you everytime, the more he stays and sticks with you and that's the only thing you could ever return for him.
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shaisuki · 9 months
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"sa—."
"satoru."
his name came in completely from your mouth. the hesitation dying out when you've seen him alive and well. the tears wells up in the corner of your eyes but you kept them at bay. not wanting to show the others your vulnerability and how much you've missed him.
there's a flash of relief then that annoying smirk of him before grabbing you away from the crowd who was anticipating him. they were not that ecstatic to see gojo back. more like watching someone pop out then only to find out what they expect which is true. gojo satoru is alive and coming back stronger more than ever.
he holds you in his arms. hugs you like you were the first breath in spring. his palm behind your head and his face buried in the crook of your neck then the tears came falling down.
he cups your cheeks, seeing your misty eyes and your lips quivering and looking back at those ocean eyes of his. the tears came pouring heavier than ever, blurring your vision.
"i thought i had lost you." his gaze softening at your words. "i'm here." he whispers, part of him glad that you're alive and well and the other is the anger and frustration from being tricked.
you're alive. he chants in his mind. breathing in your scent. hands wandering all over to the expanse of your soft body. he just needed proof he wasn't dreaming. the blues in his eyes dancing while looking at you.
he missed you so much, so much that he can't breath. what would happen to him if you weren't around. you're his pillar. his strength through the bad and the good times. that he can get through anything despite being the strongest. he needs you so much. loves you so much that even words nor his feelings could express his love for you.
pressing his lips into yours and warmth spreads all over to his body. a sweet kiss with longing for you. desperation behind those lips of his and when he looks at you.
you're the calm in his storm.
his everything and the world be damned if you weren't by his side.
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shaisuki · 10 months
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"care to teach me how to make that, sweetheart?"
the clay plops and then returned to it's original form when you look up to see toji leaning against the wall. you let out a small laugh at the nickname. one that he rarely bothers to call you and often hints at his slyness.
patting the stool besides you and toji made way but before that, grabbing the stool and placing it behind you before sitting. his hard body pressed in your back. feeling the generous curves you had. the back rolls defined in the white shirt you wore and toji almost groans suppressing a boner.
his breath tickling your neck, squirming at the puff of breath and toji smirks before pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot of your neck.
"toji, stop that. i cannot teach you." tilting your head so toji couldn't kiss your neck which the latter grumbled. placing his hands in plushness of your waist.
placing his jaw in the top of your head. toji watches your hands do wonders on the lump of mud in the pottery wheel. your hands wet as you sprinkled the clay with water to freely manipulate it. shaping the clay into a symmetrical shape. it's imperfect and yet to be defined in shape.
toji watches you gently knead the clay. your hands brown and muddy. such gentleness in your touch, every finger is made with nimbleness like the same hands and fingers that trace his soul in everyday.
grabbing toji's hand to place his hand on the formed clay. you guided his hands in kneading and shaping the clay. your smaller atop in his bigger ones. spinning the pottery wheel to get the shape you desire to make with him.
toji couldn't help to press his body to yours more. ignoring the unfinished clay while it spins in the wheel. holding your hands in his and the damp mud making a squelch sound when he held yours.
"you can teach me in another day..." he whispers and you know there won't be another day. his lips ghosting in your cheek and to your neck and you look behind you. capturing your lips with his and toji smiles in the kiss. turning into more passionate and heated one.
turning around to face him and toji holds your waist. putting you on his lap and your legs spread to straddle him.
toji gazes at you. face smeared with mud and even in that, you're the prettiest girl he will ever have. your eyes holding the innocence and gentleness in them whenever you look at him.
holding the hem of your stained shirt before raising it up to remove. he's shirtless also. his sculpted body in display and you couldn't help to hide yourself from his gaze.
"nuh uh, don't hide from me." he whispers. his hands in your belly. holding your stomach that spills in his hands and he gently kneads it like it was clay. his mud-covered hands making prints in your skin. admiring the scars and the stretch marks in your stomach and in your chest. leaving no flesh untouched.
so soft. so warm in his hands. this is the body that makes him feel loved every day. made him feel worthy for a scum like him. that he still deserves of love.
your hands in his shoulders, it's also smeared with mud. hard and strong. it doesn't change. you still ask why a man like toji loves you.
"why did you love me, toji?" you asked him while his hands wander and pinch the suppleness of your skin. he hears the question. pulling you closer to him. your naked body pressed into his.
toji's mind ran a thousand answers for that question for that but he can only answer one. he would tell you more than he could ever say but it's only clear.
"do i need answer that? you know it." he says and knows you're not satisfied.
he cups your cheek and mud smears into it. the coldness seeping into your skin. "...for the reason that you love me." is all he can say.
deep inside, he would say. you accepted me for what i am. looked past on my flaws. treated me with care, made me feel loved. that i still deserve love and i'm worthy of it.
he keep quiet though and only kissed you with such want and need that it's the only way he can express his undying love for you. he loves you so much. wished he could stay with you like this forever. your lips, body and soul all for him and he would be the same to you, if you wished.
for the first time, toji found something worth fighting for and it's you. he couldn't be more happier.
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shaisuki · 10 months
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“you're a cocky prick.”
his white brows rise from that and a smile broke in his lips.
“yeah.” his grin growing wider when he suddenly thrusted his hips upwards making you moan, throwing your head backwards and your fingers digging the skin in his shoulders.
god, he's insufferable but the great gojo satoru got fine dick though.
your pencil skirt bunched up into your waist. showing your thick, doughy thighs that looks like squished marshmallows in his lean thighs. your top stripped, showing your bare, plump body in front of him.
your body jiggling while he continues his thrusts in your sopping fat pussy. hitting the soft spots inside you that leaves you breathless and making your cunt weep.
gojo had never seen such a wonder in his whole life. who knew you'll take the form of it and he relished into it. your soft body jiggling from his powerful thrusts and fuck, you riding his cock earlier like a champ.
the six eyes and limitless holder drowns in the pleasure of your fat pussy clenching around him like a vice. the squelch of your juices coating his cock like melted sugar— sticky and hot. the sound echoing in the teacher's lounge. his blindfold in his neck, his top unbuttoned and his pants pooling in his legs.
if every break time would be like this. gojo would have it. your annoyance visible plus his shitty attitude combined in a steamy sex.
his long slender fingers sinks in the plushness of your waist, holding you steady to receive his thrusts.
gojo drags his tongue to your sweat-coated skin in your chest. nibbling at the soft flesh like he's savoring a rare delicacy he's yet to taste and he groans when he feels your pussy clench in his length.
good, you're close and so he is. looking at you biting your lip and his hand cups your jaw before pulling it to crash his lips to yours. it's all tongue and sucking each other's mouth like there's no tomorrow.
pushing his shoulders while you slam your hips. god, forbid if the chair broke. gojo smirks in the kiss. holding your wide hips to assist you in reaching your peak and his.
so close. he can hear you whine and fuck it's the best orgasm he have in his whole fucking life. the knot in his belly breaking as it fills you up with ropes of ropes of his thick, white cum coating your insides.
your fat cunt gushes as you reach your high. soaking his cock along with his cum. thighs trembling while you break the kiss, panting while you catch your breath from the earth -shattering orgasm you had. fucking gojo satoru is the best, you have to admit it.
looking down, gojo sees his cum and yours dripping down and it's hot. a creamy white ring surrounds his cock and yours while it's still stuffed inside you.
gojo licks his lips.
“hate me all you want, (y/n)-chan,~” he said in a sing-song voice making you squirm at the voice.
“i fucking hate you gojo satoru.” you retorted.
and he grins. “ i love you too~” he fires back and your eyes widened, not from him saying the l-word but the feeling of his cock hardening inside you.
he pulls you closer before you made an attempt to escape him. pressing your soft body against his muscular one.
hate him all you want but he ain't stopping until he stuffed you full of his cum.
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shaisuki · 10 months
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this is the another side of gojo you have yet to learn.
his vulnerability.
his shirt off and you can see the scars from the aftermath of the the war. his once flawless pale skin is riddled with huge lines of bumps and the ridges of his healed wounds. even with the reversed cursed technique he possessed, there's not so much it can do. only healed the wounds and left with scars. he is still beautiful though.
gojo prided himself in his looks and he never did felt insecure about it. his skin like snow and it's always gets red in the smallest of scratch of your nails in his skin but gojo likes it with your nail marks on his skin but the scars it tells a different story. a reminder of the people he lost. so many and worst he shared feelings with them.
gojo jokes how his scars matches with yours now. his scars are pinkish, some have the same color of his flesh. visible lines of his wounds on the pitted surface of his skin while yours are indented. streaks of lines visible in your body.
how yours was natural and his from a hard fought battle he won. this was the aftermath of a war.
then the pads of your fingers would trace his skin. the occasional bump when you run your fingers over them just like what he did with yours. a man could love what his woman have and a woman could love his man for what he is.
the wounds had healed but never what's inside. gojo is still human. some forgot about that part of him or gojo is that good at hiding his true feelings and here he is.
bare. bare in flesh and soul to the woman he had truly ever loved. it's easy to he naked with someone but it was never easy to be naked with your soul vulnerable in front of someone and gojo finds that peace with you. to be vulnerable with you.
the swirls of galaxy blues on the color of his eyes gazes at the woman in front of him who is touching him with such tenderness that it leaves him yearning for you more than he ever longed for someone.
holding your wrist with his hand. he made you stop from touching him. he loves it when you touch him but you need more appreciation than he can receive from you.
his lips ghosting in your palm, before pressing a tender kiss in your knuckles and gojo would press your soft body against his muscular one. your head in his chest where you can hear the steady rhythm beats of his heart. it's almost enough to lull you in sleep.
gojo kissing your hairline with small murmurs of "thank you for waiting for me." and "i almost lost you." the relief in his voice matching with gratefulness etched in his face. glad that you're still alive for him.
the warmth of your skin and his melding with each other and it's enough for the strongest to be vulnerable, just for once.
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shaisuki · 9 months
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toji didn't made efforts in buying you things but the first time he brought you flowers. it was priceless. a huge smile in your face and it almost blinded him. the gesture alone bringing happiness to you and he didn't understand it at first.
the flowers wasn't anything special. it was just plain supermarket flowers. the floras were on display and he didn't even realized he had grabbed a bouquet before checking out and seeing you happy at the small gesture alone. it was worth it.
now, he always brought you flowers. the joy and twinkle in your eyes made his chest bloom with warmth, spreading to the nerves of his body and tingles to his spine. he never thought such a simple gesture such as bringing flowers would fill you such fulfillment in yours and in his. so on, there's always a fresh arrangement of flowers in your vases everyday.
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