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tisbis · 4 days
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Adam trying new "things" in Hell
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mwagneto · 8 months
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okay i haven't eaten or slept in 4 days im taking nyquil bye everyone
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luthifer · 2 years
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When I go into that ground
I won't go quietly, I'm bringin' my crown
When I go into that ground
Oh, they gotta bury me, bury me face down
-Bury Me Face Down by Grandson
Bozran art :-) Randomly decided I needed to draw him today so.his human disguise and his normal demon self.
Toyhouse - artfight
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castielcommunism · 2 years
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I sometimes forget how reactionary spn’s drug politics are
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inmirova · 8 months
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btw this disability pride month make sure to include addicts in your activism. yeah I get that it's infuriating being dismissed as drug seeking when you yourself are not an addict and you need said medication and going through the fucking ringer on controlled substances every month is exhausting but imagine how it must be for the people these rules were made against. addiction alters how your brain functions, it's as much of a disability in its own right as any other mental disorder with physical symptoms is, and it makes people treat you as subhuman. addicts are seen as undeserving of help because they "got themselves into it" which is unbelievable bullshit. we talk all the time about how overexertion is bad for our disabilities, how using tools and mobility aids earlier is more helpful in the long run, but i don't really see people extend the same "let people and tools help you" grace to addicts.
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x-lulu · 1 year
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I’m not addicted to alcohol or drugs, I’m addicted to escaping reality
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seanthesean · 1 year
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Zimm Vader and Mud
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truly-fantastic-me · 2 years
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"You left your own son! How could you do that?!"
Gabrielle, she literally just told you. When she gave birth to Solan, she recognized that he would not be safe with the many enemies that she had. Secondly, she most-likely would not have been a good mother at the time, considering how obsessed with power she was at the time. And thirdly, growing up in the middle of a fucking war while your mother is one of the most hated is a real sucky way to grow up.
Giving Solan up to the centaurs is arguably one of the most noble things she did as a tyrant and you're seriously berating her for it?? Gabby, I love you, but this is not it.
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salty-accords · 3 months
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Short story posted up on my Ko-Fi--public access! If you'd like to support my craft, Membership tiers start at $5 for things such as exclusive content and early access to content.
There's a PDF link at the bottom of the post.
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annm2705 · 5 months
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Alcohol, Drugs, Addictions & Demons
I don’t write or post for the “art of writing,” I write with one purpose: to inform, after reading you can decide what you do with the information. Recently, someone wisely said: “Knowledge is NOT power” – it’s what you do after you receive the knowledge that can be powerful! Most of us are aware that using any drug or consuming alcohol usually starts out casual and for some it remains that way,…
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wisedawn13 · 5 months
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#xiantober Day 14: Bartenderxian
CW // Alcohol, Attempted Drugging, Violence, Wen Chao, Cops
Friday nights are always swamped. The bar Wei Ying works at is in the middle of a busy area and attracts a lot of attention.
He has to say, he loves working there. He gets to meet and chat with people from all walks of life. It also keeps him distracted.
That isn't to say it's an easy job. It's not. It takes a lot of effort and energy and he has to stay vigilant, especially when it's crowded.
Tonight is one such night.
The unfortunate reality is that he can't keep track of everything and everyone. The other staff help that, but tonight just happens to be an understaffed night. He's a little on edge and not willing to put up with any shit.
He's had three different guys kicked out tonight already and it's not even 8 pm.
Wei Ying had noticed the young lady who came in alone (having lightly flirted with her as she ordered from him), so he tried to keep an eye on her as much as possible, but he was simply overwhelmed.
So, you can say he was kicking himself a lot when she came up to the bar and ordered an angel shot with ice.
He froze, eyes trailing where she came from to see a man staring directly at her.
"Sure thing," he said to her with forced cheer as he pulled.
Just as he finished ordering a ride for her there was a commotion that drew his attention. The man he clocked earlier was standing really close to another man, squaring off.
He swears under his breath and tells Wen Ning to man the bar while he goes over there.
As he gets closer he overhears what they are talking about.
"Back the fuck off, dude! It's none of your business!" the creepy dude exclaims.
The other man (stunningly gorgeous now that Wei Ying is getting a better look at him) doesn't budge. "I saw what you did."
"Oh? And what's that?" the creep sneers.
"You put something in her drink when she got up," the beautiful man says darkly and Wei Ying sucks in a breath. Fuck. He signals back to Wei Ying to call the cops.
The creep laughs. "So what? I saw her first. Why? You want in?"
Wei Ying's skin crawls. What an absolutely disgusting person.
He sees the beautiful man's face morph into a disgusted look before he replies, "No, and I am not letting you do anything to her either."
The creep snarls and Wei Ying doesn't get there in time to stop the punch.
Thankfully, he's apparently not needed because the beautiful man mostly dodges and swiftly punches the creep, knocking him out immediately.
The bar is absolutely silent.
"Holy shit," Wei Ying breathes. "You okay?"
The beautiful man looks at him and nods. "Yes, I apologize."
Wei Ying laughs and waves him off. "No need, that was amazing. I would have done that myself if I got here sooner, so thanks. Sorry you had to deal with that, though. You shouldn't have to."
The man shrugs. "I saw it and chose to act, that is all."
It's a bit of a blur after that. The cops arrive to take statements, get the footage of the incident, and take the creep (Wen Chao, a cousin of Wen Ning, who is now permanently banned) away.
The woman's name is Luo Qingyang and she profusely thanks them before leaving.
Wei Ying later finds out that the beautiful man's name is Lan Zhan. He doesn't drink alcohol (Wei Ying had offered him a glass of their finest wine for his trouble) and was here to accompany his brother and his brother's friends.
"Brother claims I do not get out enough."
Wei Ying laughs at that.
Lan Zhan ends up staying even as his brother and co leave. Wei Ying talks animatedly with him every chance he gets.
It's nice.
By the time the bar closes, Wei Ying has asked for Lan Zhan's number so they can keep in contact.
Lan Zhan obliges easily.
After that, he visits the bar often on nights he knows Wei Ying has a shift. They text and call every day and hang out when they are free.
They both become friends with Luo Qingyang as well and she often joins Lan Zhan at the bar so she isn't alone.
Eventually, Wei Ying asks Lan Zhan out on a date and it's the best night of his life.
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animeshotsh · 2 months
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Family meeting | Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader
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Summary: Lucifer wants you to meet Charlie, the only problem? He needs to go to the hotel.
PT2 Of This and a full one shot of this.
Warnings: Off Canon in terms of time | Mentions of past abuse | Cursing | Reader gets loved by everybody | Probably some OOC | SFW | Grammar mistakes |
Lucifer undertood, really, he knew Charlie was too worried about her Hotel to ever leave it alone. He also felt bad about asking her to just come home to meet you, after all he was not a present figure in her life.
"(Y/n) are you ready ?" Lucifer called you who went to him with a cancerberus plush on your hand and a backpack with some toys.
"Im!" You declared showing off your things, and letting out a smile. You were now dressed in the best quality clothes Lucifer could afford, he had to take a moment to snap a pic of you (again).
"Let not keep them waiting then" Lucifer said taking you and supporting you on his hip, his wings out.
"ARE WE GOING TO FLY THERE?" You screamed making the house shake, your hyped self could not be contained.
"Yes, what better way to travel?" Lucifer joked. The first time you two took a fly together Lucifer was distracted and ended up dropping you. His reaction time was fast so he was able to catch you, already making promises to never fly again with you but your laught stopped him, turns out you loved to fly and loved the adrenaline from falling. Lucifer found it strange but decided not to question it.
He later went to the internet to look for more information.
Once you two took fly everything felt at peace (and you two were in hell...). Demons and sinners could see their King, no one dared to mess with him. Some ignored him, others bowed and some even waved at you.
From the Sky, the city seemed beautiful in its own type of way. The fire from fights and the buildings falling apart...big neon adverstiments...
If you were honest you liked hell.
Lucifer felt your self become sleepy making him smile. This would usually happen, something about flying with him relaxed you. Maybe being with the king of hell and on top of that flying around the city made you feel Powerfull and protected, enough to make you dizzy. Closing your eyes you let the feel of the wind caress your skin as Lucifer's wings moved towards the Hotel.
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Charlie was not nervous, not at all!!
That was a lie. Charlie was so stressed over his dad coming to the hotel and with you no less. When he had called her and asked to meet up she had said she had too much work (and it was true) then after listening to how he wanted her to meet you and how you have been asking about her.
Her heart could not take it so she accepted, saying she would make the hotel the safest place for you.
"Husk, put the alcohol away, OH! And be sure to remove any broken glass" Charlie exclaimed getting the most are you for real look from Husk.
Any sharp object had been locked down, weapons hided away and they even took extra care of things that could fall over you.
"Angel, try to...keep the sex jokes as...."
"As good as a good suck in a alley corner after some Drugs?" Angel asked getting an annoyed look from Vaggie. "Fine, I get it. Im not a monster you know" he responded offended going for a drink only to get some appel juice from Husk.
"Princess rules" he simple said.
Vaggie was behind Charlie as she went on checking everything. This was worse than one Lucifer had first come, this was Lucifer and you. The New kid, the new lil relative of Charlie.
"And- and did we get Alastor to go out?" Charlie asked Vaggie knowing how him and his dad were not at good terms.
"Well..."
"Now my dear, why would you want me away?" Alastor asked appearing besides her. "Its because your dad its coming today? Dont worry the hotel wont suffer any type of damage" he promised bowing "or maybe a bit"
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The sound of the door being opened alerted everyone. Charlie was sweating as she saw her dad entering with a small kid on his arms. Puffy sheep skin and cat hears and tail could be seen but their face was pressed against Lucifer's chest.
"Charlie!! Its so good to see you again" Lucifer exclaimed getting closer. "Sorry, (Y/N) felt asleep when coming here" he explained looking down with a lovely father gaze at the kid.
"Oh...thats...thats fine!! We have made everything kids safe for the time (Y/N) is here" Charlie responded still stressed, however now seeing you in the flesh and not only by photos her dad would send her, her heart softened at your sleepy form.
"Well, not everything..." Lucifer let out a groul seeing the Radio Demon who stood with his usual smile.
"Greetings your majesty, I never expected to be seeing you again so soon, maybe grow a few inches instead of getting kids from the streets on your free time"
"Hahaha, oh at least kids like me" Lucifer responded going towards Alastor.
"Hahaha only because you are their size"
"Hahaha, or because I dont have that broken record voice"
"Hahaha, fuck you"
The small beef between them was enough to wake you up, looking up you first saw Lucifer's face. A very angry look then the look of another Demon, a redish one that looked like a deer.
"...are these your ears or hair?" You asked half sleep getting everyones attention.
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"Oh ignore him, we are here to meet with by daugther!!" Lucifer quickly turned around making you face Charlie. He carefully let you down on the ground and saw how you went to her.
Charlie went to your eye level, her heart beating fast. "Hello! Im Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!!" She cringed at her introduction, laughts from Angel and Husk could be hear at the back.
"Im (Y/N)! Are you my older sister?" You asked moving your head to the side taking her appearence, no doubt she was Lucifer's child, she had a different aura, something cheerful and good, something your insticts told you to reach for.
Charlie's mouth went dry, her eyes having now tears as she remember the story her father told her about you, about how you ended in hell. How unfair it was and how Heaven would not listen.
"Y-yes Im" she responded trying to content her tears then almost getting knocked off when you hugged her. Your soft hair rubbing against her cheeck.
"I always wanted a sister"
Vaggie had to look away to keep her emotions in check. She undertood the malice from heaven and was thankul you had ended in Lucifer's way. Her heart broke a bit seeing your small form hugging her gilfriend.
Heaven its damed she tought to herself.
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"And this is Angel Dust!" Charlie presented you the spider Demon who was looking down as he was thinking about someone else.
"Hello Kiddo" he ruffled your hair getting a laught from you.
"You have four arms?" You asked looking at Angel who showed them then picked you up
"You bet!! And do you know what form arms can do?"
Everyone was holding their breaths now.
"Lots of ticklets!!" He finally responded tickling you. Your laught and smile resonated in the hotel. Your cat hears moving from side to side as Angel tickled you with a small smile of his own.
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You pulled Angel around the hotel, telling different tales you have been reading from Lucifer's private collection. Angel just nodded at you, he took note of how your eyes would light up when you were talking about a favorite character or a special part of a story.
It melted his heart.
"I want juice" You suddendly said stopping and making Angel almost fall over you. Luckly he was able to catch his balance.
Juice? Angel thought then smirked looking at a very sober and pissed Husk.
"Here, this one makes the best drinks and im sure he has some juices for you" Angel said taking you towars Husk who was giving Angel a very do not dare look.
"Uhhh, he seems scary" you said softly looking at Husk while Angel seated you carefully.
"Scary? Pff he is just sober" Angel said getting a confused look from you.
"I mean-"
"What would you like kid?" Husk asked keeping his voice with no emotion. He had hear you said he looked scary and honestly, that was funny. By the fact that you had touched Alastor's hair and ears earlier and you got the radio Demon to almost break his cool.
Yeah not scared over the radio Demon but scared of him? You were something.
He passed you a juice with appels. You were quick to forget your fear as you sipped the drink looking at Husk. "I liken your wings"
Husk looked a bit suprised but soon relaxed giving you a easy smile.
"I like your horns...what are you?" He finally asked getting an annoyed look from Angel.
"Well...im not sure?" You responded now feeling shy.
"You are a sinner my Dear!" The voice of Alastor echoed as one of his shadows picked you up keeping you from touching his hair again.
"And who are you?" You asked back macking Alastor glitch, static forming around him but then going away.
"Im Alastor, the Radio Demon! I have a show, maybe you ever listen to it or you prefer these boxes..."
"You mean tvs?" Alastor nodded "I used to watch a bit during mornings but...my father hated when we did it he would scream at me and-" your voice broke making everyone look towards you Lucifer almost going for the Demon's neck.
"Oh you poor thing" Alastor said deep down (very deep) feeling bad. Memories of his own life coming to haunt him. "Then here!" He made a move and a old fashined radio appear "this radio hosts only my shows, and no one will be angry at you because you listen to it" He said smiling at you, his shadow still holding you and playing with your horns as Alastor watched Lucifer for a reaction.
"Uh...thank you Mister" You finally said getting a lick from the shadow itself.
"No problems Dear and if you ever need a New dad you know for who to look" He smirked at Lucifer.
"But Lucifer its my dad..." you responded, radio in your tiny hands "...could you be my uncle?" You asked innocently ignoring who you were talking to, one of the most powerfull Overlords in the circle.
Alastor moved his head his shadow getting you closer to him, he took a moment to examine your soul. So pure and so...so unlike him.
Alastor could be chained to someone, but right now the only one who could hold a leash on him was you.
"Of course Dear" he finally responded taking you from his shadow and to his arms.
"And can I play with your hair?"
"Hahaha, absolutly not"
Lucifer was being hold in the back by Charlie and Vaggie sending daggers to the Demon.
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Pt II good omens but i've still never watched it
so you crazies blew up the other post, and many of you tried to explain the plot to me. many others said there is no plot. many said i was accurate. many said i wasn't. and then i watched a few youtube edits of the angel and the demon.
I'm convinced that I know at least a little bit more now, so like the great guy I am, I decided to share how well you've educated me.
the plot is an angel and demon become alcoholics together while doing the good ol' animal husbandry
neil gaiman doesn't have social media
everyone is crying because the angel wanted to go to heaven and the demon said no
and then the demon did the kissy smoochy to make the angel stay and the angel said no
they were not married for 6000 years but they were more married than married
there is a car. it is silver and crowley likes it.
the car is then yellow. crowley doesn't like it. aziraphale does.
there's some kind of Jane Austen ball and dance
oh but also crowley gives aziraphale a more private dance in their home and he bows while making intensely sexual eye contact with the angel who is turned on and says nice and everyone is gasping about it
no one knows about god, not the fandom, not the characters, not god herself. god is ineffable. hey mum i learned a new word!
they run over an american witch
the angel likes books in a way bordering on obsessive and worshipful
the demon likes the angel in a way bordering on obsessive and worshipful
there's a gramophone
crowley says sorry a bunch of times
aziraphale keeps getting flustered and dying coz of crowley, and the fandom dies every time. crowley is also dying. everyone is dying. hopefully not literally, im now scared of this fandom.
there's a psychedelic drug trip at some point that's in the edits where crowley goes whee down a chute. either that or the sleep deprivation is getting to me. fuck you, good omens fandom.
terry pratchett is a guy
whether he is real, or a character, or like neil gaiman he is neither real nor a character, i am unsure, but he is important and people want me to remember him
crowley likes speeding
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valeskafics · 1 month
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"My Angel" - Rafe Cameron x Reader
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a/n: from an anon request for rafe x stripper!reader 🩷
Summary: Rafe sees an Angel in person.
Word Count: 4,010
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: reader is a stripper, drug use, alcohol consumption, afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, innocence kink, fingering, tiddy succin, overstim, dry humping technically, p in v sex, creampie
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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Rafe can’t think of a better way to celebrate closing his first big deal as the new CEO of Cameron Development than going to the most exclusive club in all of North Carolina. With Topper and Kelce at his side, he feels unstoppable. He’s on top of the fucking world. Rafe enters the club, wearing his best suit, scoping out the scene. Everyone seems to know who he is, the owner immediately coming out and introducing herself, saying that if Rafe or his friends need anything, she’s at their service. The club is called Inferno, and Rafe realizes that there’s some sort of angel vs demon religious theme going on here. And he doesn’t hate it. Most of the girls - the ones who aren’t on stage dancing - are dressed up as demons, complete with horns, tails, and the most revealing outfits he’s ever seen.
Party drugs are all around, and Topper quickly purchases a small baggie of white powder, giggling to himself as Kelce snorts a line off of one of the girls’ tits. Rafe’s eyes continue scanning the crowd as he pulls out his black Amex, setting himself up to do a line, when suddenly?
The spotlight falls on the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. You walk out from backstage, a vision of beauty. The tiny little white negligee you wear clings to the curves of your body as you begin to make your rounds, greeting the club’s patrons, your outfit highlighted by the gorgeous pair of angel wings you wear, sky high platform heels showing off your legs, making you look like a fucking supermodel. You’re almost too beautiful. His heart thuds against his chest, blood rushing to his face and certain… Other parts of his body when you catch his eye and give him a sweet little smile before returning to your conversation.
“She’s fucking gorgeous,” Rafe mumbles, “Holy shit…”
“Aw, you in love, Rafe?” Kelce teases drunkenly, “God, I’ve never seen you look at a girl like that before. Top, our man’s whipped!”
“I’m in love with a stripper-”
Rafe shoots Topper a dirty look, making the younger man cut his singing off mid-lyric, returning to the girl who’s perched on his lap.
Finally, you make your way over to the VIP section, anticipation building in Rafe’s gut as you take a seat on top of their table, crossing your legs as you smile that sweet smile, your voice a soft, honeyed sound in his ears as you speak, “Welcome to Inferno. My name is Angel. I haven’t seen you boys around here before.”
There’s something pure about you. Something that’s so sensual, so alluring, and yet so very innocent. Rafe’s eyes wash over your form, taking you in. Those eyes, those lips. It’s like you were fucking made for him. A girl like you doesn’t belong in a seedy club like this.
“Why are you here?”
You tilt your head to the side curiously at his question, “What do you mean?”
“I…” He falters for a moment, ignoring Kelce and Topper’s confused expressions, “You’re… Pure.”
“Maybe I’m just waiting for the devil to corrupt me.”
Your reply is so playful, so suggestive that it sends his mind reeling. A sly smile crosses his lips as he leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs.
“Don’t tell me you think I’m the devil.”
“I’m not the one who said it,” you tease playfully, “So, you boys new in town? Or just visiting?”
Topper speaks up, leaning in close to you and Rafe, annoying the latter, “We’re in town on business. I’m Topper. These are my buddies Rafe and Kelce.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” you flash them a smile, those pearly whites glowing under the club’s fluorescent lights. You glance over your shoulder as the announcer walks out onstage to announce the first dancer of the night, turning back to the boys, “Well, the show’s starting soon. Keep an eye out for me, I’ll be the one with the white wings.”
You give them a sweet little wave before sauntering off. And Rafe can’t take his eyes off of you as you go. You’re so fucking perfect. So pretty. He knows, somehow, you were made just for him. He’s fucking infatuated, his eyes following you as you mingle with the VIPs. He vaguely hears Topper and Kelce’s ribbing, making fun of him for being so possessive of you and not even having touched you yet. He ignores them, watching as you smile, taking a seat between two of the men in the section, twirling your hair, giving them that sweet yet seductive smile. Rafe’s blood boils at the sight, especially as one of the men wraps an arm around your shoulder, the other resting a hand on your thigh. And you make no move to get away from them as a gaggle of your other admirers flock to you, showering you with praise, vying for your attention.
How can you let anyone other than Rafe touch you?
He makes his way over to you, arriving just as you’re about to head to your dressing room. You look up at him, the man still towering above you despite the dangerously high heels you wear. Rafe notices the little gems you’ve put on the corners of your eyes, making them stand out even more. Everything in his body screams at him to touch you, to pull you into his arms. In his mind, you already belong to him.
“Hi again.”
Your smile sears through Rafe, his entire body feeling as though it’s an fire, that demure little expression on your face driving him wild, “Can I talk to you for a second, Angel?”
“I’m actually up in twenty minutes, so I need to head backstage,” you pause, resting a hand on his chest, your fingertips brushing against the bare skin visible near his collar where three buttons remain undone, “I’ll find you after my set though?”
His throat tightens at the feeling of your soft skin moving against him, one simple touch making his cock strain against his tailored pants, making him want nothing more than to bend you over and take you in full view of all these people, “I’ll be here,” Rafe whispers, desperation coloring his voice, “Please find me, Angel.”
“I will,” you promise, giving him a quick smile before sashaying away, the effortless sway of your hips leaving him hypnotized, watching you leave.
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Twenty minutes later, Rafe sits in the front row, flanked by Topper and Kelce, waiting with bated breath as you are announced. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, excitement building inside him as the beat drops and the song you’re no doubt about to dance to starts playing. You strut out onto the stage, your hair pulled back in two ponytails as you swing your hips to the beat of the song. The pale pink lacy set you wear fits you so perfectly, paired with those feathery angel wings and your pink platform heels.
You really do look like an angel.
I see you windin’ and grindin’ up on that pole
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know
I wanna love you, you already know
I wanna love you, you already know
You’re like a goddess, the way your body curls around the pole, the way your hips shake from side to side. Rafe’s lips part in awe as he watches you, the cheering from the others in the room growing louder and louder with every passing minute. Jealousy starts to set in as he sees the lecherous looks they give you, the way you saunter off to dance in front of them, letting one of them tuck a hundred dollar bill in the waistband of your panties. They don’t have the right to see you like this. Not them. Only him.
Mobbin' through the club and I'm pressin'
I'm sittin' in the back in the smoker's section
Birds eye, I've got a clear view
You can't see me, but I can see you
It's cool, we jet, we're set, your lips are wet
You're rubbing your back and touching your neck
Your body is moving
You move your back against the pole, lowering your body down into a squat, right in front of Rafe as you meet his gaze for a single fleeting moment before closing your eyes. You pop your chest, wiggling your hips as you lose yourself in the song, those perfect curves of yours making his mouth water with want. He watches as you slowly move to your feet, hands running down your sides, the lights hitting you in a way that makes you look almost ethereal as you blow a kiss to one of your regulars.
And you know my pedigree, used to move 'phetamines
And I'm loving the way you shake your ass
In those jeans
I see you windin' and grindin' up on that pole
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know
I wanna love you (love you), you already know
I wanna love you, you already know
Rafe watches you prance off toward the other end of the catwalk, nimble on your feet as you work the crowd. Do you know how much you’re hurting him right now? How it’s fucking killing him to not be able to touch you? To pull you into his arms and kiss those soft, plush lips? You’ve gotta know.
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When you find Rafe in the VIP section, your face and body covered with a thin sheen of sweat from your dance earlier, his breath catches in his throat. You give him that adorable smile, gazing up at him.
“Did you like my set?”
His gaze moves along your form, lingering on your chest, your hips, before he clears his throat, stepping closer, “You were perfect.”
You giggle, wrapping a lock of hair around your fingers, twirling it as you feign shyness, “Thank you…”
“C’mere…”
You let him pull you into his lap as he sits down, your hand resting against his chest as you tease, “So you are the devil then.”
A rush of desire floods his body at your playfulness, at your touch. It’s like the dam that holds back his most carnal instincts is about to break, and with you as the sole cause.
“Yes, Angel,” he chuckles, moving to rest a hand against your cheek, the feeling of your soft skin against his palm as you nuzzle into his touch driving him mad, “What are we going to do about that, huh?”
You glance back over your shoulder for a moment before suggesting, your voice low and soft, “How about a private dance, handsome?” You trace your fingertips over his lips, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch as you speak in a voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t usually do them. But I wanna make an exception for you.”
Rafe shivers at your touch, his want for you threatening to overwhelm him, his voice hoarse and breath hot against your skin as he mutters, “Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?” You giggle.
“This,” he repeats, “Why make me the exception, huh, Angel?”
You shrug, “Maybe you’re the first one who I’ve actually wanted to dance for.”
When you tell Rafe the cost for a dance, he gives you a cocky grin, “Money’s not a problem for me, Angel. I just want you to make it worth my time. I’m expecting a lot.”
His lips are close to yours, almost close enough to touch. You giggle, moving to brush your nose against his, the gesture so innocent and playful that it has his stomach turning with want.
“I’d never leave my devil unsatisfied.”
You take him by the hand, leading him to the back of the club, nodding at a pair of the bouncers to step aside and let the two of you pass. He relishes in the looks of envy the other men at the club shoot him, Topper and Kelce included, as you, the most gorgeous dancer there, take him back to a private room for a dance. His hands are itching to touch you as he follows after you, the soft feeling of your hand in his being almost too much to bear.
When the two of you reach the room, he waits for you to close the door, a grin spreading across his lips as you gently push him back to sit in the plush chair, your voice like honey in his ears as you murmur, “Just sit back and relax, sir.”
He watches as you press a button on the tablet in the corner of the room and the music begins to play. Rafe chuckles at your choice of song. It’s an old one but a good one, he thinks, and oddly fitting for the moment. 
Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door, you start screaming
Come on, everybody, what you here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people, come on, jump around
I wanna see you all on your knees, knees
You either wanna be with me, or be me
You begin to move your hips to the beat, your hands moving to the two ponytails you’ve put your hair up in. Your hair tumbles free as you run your hands along your curves, keeping your eyes locked on his, a coy little smile playing on your pretty lips. Rafe’s eyes are blown wide with lust, his breath caught in his throat as he watches you walking toward him, his heart beating rapidly as his gaze follows the path your hands take. The fire in his stomach burns hotter and hotter.
A maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love
She's a maneater, make you buy cars
Make you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love
She's a maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love
She's a maneater, make you buy cars
Make you cut cards, wish you never ever met her at all
Your hands move up to your chest, cupping your tits over your bra, squeezing slightly as you stand between his legs, leaning forward. You move your hands down to your thighs, moving your hips from side to side, and Rafe? His heart beats like a drum in his chest, faster and faster, harder and harder, his cock twitching in his pants as you move to sit in his lap, your back to his chest.
And when she walks, she walks with passion
When she talks, she talks like she can handle it
When she asks for somethin', boy, she means it
Even if you never ever seen it
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people, come on, jump around
You doin' anything to keep her by your side
Because she said she love you, love you long time
“You know the rules, right?” You tease, moving your hand back to caress his face, “You can look but you can’t touch.”
A shiver runs through Rafe’s body as he imagines how perfect that soft hand would feel wrapped around his cock, squeezing and tugging, touching him. His Angel.
“I know, baby. I could look at you all day. But don’t tease me too much.”
“What’s the fun in that?” You giggle.
“God, you’re such a brat.”
The sensation of your ass grinding against him can barely be put into words. His mind is reeling, every tiny little movement you make drives him to the brink of insanity. Your hands move down his muscular thighs, squeezing gently.
“Am I? I don’t think I am,” you taunt, “You like the song?”
“It’s alright,” he whispers, voice hoarse.
“But I picked it just for you,” you coo, turning to face him.
You wish you never ever met her at all
You wish you never ever met her at all
She's a maneater, a maneater
(I been around the world, I ain't never meet a girl like this)
Your tits are level with his face as you grind your hips against him, your barely clothed pussy moving against the bulge in his pants. Rafe can barely hold himself back from grabbing at you, watching your chest bounce in his face, your scent filling his nose as you tease him. He squirms against you, his hips bucking up slightly, the only movement he’s allowed as you continue teasing him. Taunting him.
And then, all too soon, the song comes to an end. And you move off of him with a cheeky little smile, “Seems like our time’s up.”
Rafe sits there, frozen for a long moment. You little fucking brat. He moves quickly, caging you in against the door, his arms on either side of you. You gaze up at him through those long lashes, his heart nearly stopping at the way those doe eyes shine.
“Angel, I’ve got the money,” he murmurs, “Just a little more time.”
“I only dance. I don’t do more. I’m not like the other ones.”
He leans in close, his breath hot against your face, that little smile on your face making him want nothing more than to kiss you, “You’re different. I understand that,” Rafe replies, running a hand through your hair, “And I want to make you more than just a dancer. I wanna make you mine so that no man can ever have you again.” Rafe can see it in your eyes. That you like how possessive he is. That you crave the dominance he’s exerting over you. That you want to belong to him. “Let me make you mine,” he rasps, his lips brushing against your ear, “Let me give you everything you want. Anything you want.”
“You don’t even know my real name.”
His expression darkens slightly, though the smile never leaves his face, “But I want to. I want to know everything.”
You bite your lip, gazing up at Rafe, your soft chest pressed against his firm one, “Yeah? You wanna take care of me?” 
Rafe’s eyes burn with desire. You’re his. You’re all his. He knows it and he wants you to know it too. He nods, chuckling when you say you can take care of yourself, turning your back toward him, moving to walk away. Immediately, he’s pressing you up against the door, his front to your back, hands on your hips.
“Just let me, baby. Let me love you. Let me possess you.”
“How do I even know you can take care of a girl like me?”
“How about I show you?” Rafe asks, a slight tremble to his voice, his breath hot against your neck, “The things I can do for you. The way I can make you feel.”
You moan softly as he kisses your neck. Your hands rest over his, moving them up to your chest, feeling him squeezing at your tits as he continues biting down on your neck, his tongue soothing the sting mere moments later, leaving his mark on you.
“Angel,” he whispers, “If I was able to get that cute little moan out of you just by kissing your neck, imagine what else I can do.”
Rafe spins you around to face him and leans in, lips moving along your jaw, pressing featherlight kisses to your skin. Your body trembles in his grip, His hands still squeezing your breasts, feeling your hardened nipples poking through the fabric of your lacy bra.
“Prove it.”
Those two words are all it takes for him to capture your lips in a searing, hungry kiss. Rafe feels like his entire life has been building to this moment, every one of his nerves burning with need as he kisses you, devours your mouth with his own. His hands move down to your ass, squeezing your supple flesh, kneading it between his hands.
“You taste so fucking good,” Rafe growls, moving to kiss you again.
He pins you to the wall, lifting your thighs up to wrap around him, grinding his cock against you, smirking as you roll your hips against him. Every breath you take, every sound you make, every touch you give. It belongs to him. It all belongs to him. You belong to him.
“I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” Rafe vows, meeting your gaze, his thumb running across your cheekbone, your soft skin feeling like silk against his hands.
And then? You tell him your name. Your real name. And it falls from his lips like a prayer as he moves his hand against you, cupping your mound over the lace fabric of your panties, feeling how wet you already are for him. You mewl his name, your entire body reacting to him like you’re being touched for the first time, panting as you beg him for more.
“So needy for me, so wet and so fuckin’ desperate,” Rafe chuckles, rubbing you over your panties, feeling your cunt clench around him, “You want more, baby? I’ll fuckin’ give you more. Anything you want.”
Your back arches as you reach your peak, your toes curling as he presses down against your clit. One of his hands moves to your bra, unclasping it, the flimsy garment dropping to the floor, his lips immediately wrapping around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against it as he suckles at you. He pushes your panties aside, burying two fingers knuckle deep inside your tight little pussy, pumping them slowly, the wet squelching noises spurring him on as he moves to your other breast, mouthing at it greedily.
You whimper, Rafe’s fingers rubbing up against that spongy spot deep inside of you, the one that you can never quite reach. Realizing he’s found your sweet spot, he smirks, pressing his thumb against your swollen pearl, rubbing his fingers harder and harder. He grazes his teeth against your nipple, making you cry out his name as you come all over his fingers.
Rafe undoes the button of his dress pants, pulling his cock out, grinning to himself as you move to stroke it, your touch so soft and delicate against his painfully hard length. He sheaths himself in you with one fluid thrust, your warmth enveloping him so fucking perfectly, his hands gripping your ass as he begins to rut against you. Your head falls back against the door and he’s painfully aware of the feeling of your high heels digging into his back, your hands gripping at the lapel of his jacket as he fucks into you mercilessly. His lips meet yours, his mouth hot and hungry against yours.
“You wanted more, didn’t you, baby?” Rafe snarls, his thrusts hard, moving in and out of you, feeling you squeezing him around him, gripping him like a vice, “I’m just giving you what you wanted, baby.”
The tears that spill from your eyes from the pleasure he gives you as you reach your peak again make him even more determined to rip another one from you. He sets you down, spinning you around and fucking into you from behind, gripping your hips as he slams into you over and over, your cries echoing in his ears.
“Fuck, Rafe, please!”
Neither of you know whether you’re begging him for more or begging him for mercy.
He continues, his balls tightening as he nears his own peak, feeling you squeezing around him, almost too tight for him to move, but he snaps his hips once, twice more, emptying himself inside you, feeling you reach your own end moments later. He pulls out, watching his cum leak from between your thighs, grinning at the panicked expression on your face.
“I missed my set,” you cover your mouth, “I’m so fired.”
“Baby,” he coos, pressing his lips to your temple, “You’re never gonna have to do another set in your life. You’re mine now, my sweet angel. And I take care of what’s mine.”
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Because I'm the Weakest
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Pairing: yandere!Satosugu x fem!reader
Warnings: Rape/non-con, Dead dove, darkfic, dissociation, trauma, rape fantasy, rape aftermath, vomiting (not during sex), unhealthy relationships, non-consensual drug usage, drugged sex, canon typical violence, sexism, implied/referenced alcohol usage/abuse
Contains: F/M/M, spitroasting, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, blow jobs, face-sitting, come play, overstimulation, voyeurism, slight size kink, humiliation/degradation, vaginal fingering, mentioned Nanami.
Word count: ~6,5k
Summary: Growing up as a female sorcerer has not been easy, especially when you are overshadowed by two prodigies. You used to form a tight-knit friend group, but now in adulthood everyone battled their own demons whether it be a god complex or feelings of inferiority. Gojo Satoru revives a group chat that was almost long forgotten, inviting you and his boyfriend for a long weekend, just like the old days. Before the regrettable night, you wouldn't have ever thought that you'd need to raise a fist against a friend.
A/N: Hey everyone, another fic but this time featuring our two favorite dudes with insanity turned to the max. This fic is once again full of warnings and proceed with caution and read the tags! Remember to take care of yourself. Otherwise enjoy and feel free to like and comment <3
read on ao3 PART II
“Booring,” Satoru complained audibly as he looked through the streaming services’ different movies and series. The little icons changed from bombshell babes to twisted faces with titles written in blood. He was sprawled over the corner of a ridiculously huge couch and he was wiggling his foot as a nervous tick of his. He wasn’t wearing his usual garb, instead he had opted for something more relaxed and comfortable.
“If you’re so bored you should help us out in the kitchen,” Suguru sighed, his black hair draping over his shoulders, still slightly wet from the shower he had taken earlier. When you had pointed out that he was leaving droplets of water everywhere where he went, Suguru had just smiled at you and told you that it’s better for hair to air dry.
He held a knife in his right hand and the other one held onto a cucumber to keep it in place. His fingers were slender but by no means unmanly. Suguru wasn’t too fixated on the vegetable in front of him, chopping away with confidence only experience would provide.
“And where would the fun be in that since I got you two as my private chefs?” Satoru pouted as he shoveled candy in his face.
“You’re going to lose your appetite, if you eat candy now,” you chimed in, poking the halloumi that kept on sizzling on the pan. The water evaporated in a mist that warmed your cheeks in the cool apartment. It wasn’t actually cold in the open plan kitchen, but you had spent long enough in front of the appliances to break a sweat.
“I’d eat it anyway,” the white haired man whined as he got up from the couch finally settling on a tv series that started playing mindlessly in the background. “So, what am I supposed to do?” He asked after grabbing a piece of pomegranate from a small see through bowl. He walked behind you both like a shark, eyeing the ingredients and you, uncomfortably close.
“Set the table and learn to bitch less,” you joked.
“You wound me,” Satoru said, feigning sadness, but did as he was told.
The three of you were residing in an apartment that Satoru had bought himself from one of the skyscrapers surrounding Tokyo. After Jujutsu High it had gotten increasingly hard for the three of you to meet as adult responsibilities weighed heavily on both of their shoulders, – especially Satoru’s, but you saw the similar pain carried in Suguru just as well.
You were not weak, but you could not compare to the two prodigies. On the days when you felt down, the pain of third wheeling constantly ate you up, sometimes so much so that you rather left the two men talking together in the group chat. It furthered the wedge between you and them, until the messages became sparse and you almost could pretend not to know them.
It had been six months since the last time you met, but one day Satoru broke the silence and a notification popped up from your shared chat. It had taken you by a surprise, you were vaguely aware that even him and Suguru had issues with fitting each other in their lives, due to individual missions and what not. So the fact that Satoru decided to deliberately send a message to you as well, got you anxiously excited. He reached out to you. You. A high school friend that barely kept in touch with him.
“Guys! I refuse to work this weekend so come to my place. Let’s have a get together like the good old times ❤️ ❤️?? A little sleepover if you will!”
“Lol what about the higher ups?” Suguru had asked, typing back way too fast.
“Actually never mind I don’t want to be made into an accomplice in your crimes,” Suguru had continued.
“Am I invited too?” You had asked, hands shaking slightly as you stared at the bright screen, already tucked into bed. It was late, but Satoru was a known night owl.
“Damn, what have I done to earn this type of reputation 😭” Satoru complained, reacting to both your and Suguru’s message. You could hear his voice as if he was there in the same room as you.
“Of course you are invited, silly. I wouldn’t send this here if you weren’t.”
So now you were there, living an almost ridiculously domestic life with the couple that you had been hanging out with ever since you were sixteen. They had not changed too much. They were still both tall and slender but years had rid them of the rest of the baby fat as they started to resemble more men than boys, vigorous fighting showing in their bodies in an ever gained muscle mass. You supposed you were the same too. Battle hardened. That’s the word you were looking for.
You were just about to sit down but you saw long limbs reaching out to the white chair pulling it backwards. You looked at Satoru with a raised eyebrow. He was acting weird.
“What? I’m a host. I’m being hospitable,” he said, voice melodic as he pressed his hand on your shoulder to pet your arm reassuringly a few times. Suguru laughed quietly as he sat down next to Satoru.
You ate and drank, buzzing with energy. It was like no time had passed and you wondered why did you ever stop talking to these two. After a drink or two you were brave enough to ask for some hot gossip. Like every high school friend, you went through old drama, like how ugly Nanami’s haircut used to be.
“Has Nanami found love yet?” You had asked. He seemed like the type to find a decent relationship first out of all of you, but to everyone’s surprise it was these two men.
“Do you still have a crush on him? I heard that he’s quite a looker nowadays” Suguru bounced a question back at you with a smile tugging on his lips. It was that one expression that looked a tad too kind.
“No, I don’t. I was just curious,” you tried to move on from the subject. You did not really discuss your relationship history with these two, at least not anymore.
“Why?” Suguru asked, leaning on the hand he had placed on the table. The atmosphere felt off, it was as if he was challenging you. You looked at Satoru who seemed to be equally as interested in your answer.
You scratched your neck awkwardly.
“I- I think he’s too soft,” you said blushing at the implication of your words. You had turned your gaze to your almost empty bowl, your mind going to improper places. As you were buried in your embarrassment, Satoru and Suguru shared a silent look with each other.
At some point during the evening you had moved to the white haired man’s bedroom. He wanted to show you the view from the window since he lived on the 30th floor. It was magnificent. The busy streets were bustling even during the night and you stared at the small lights that blinked in different colors. Your eyes followed the cars that swerved left and right as some people were gathered up in front of bars for a smoke break. You barely could make them out from the height you were in.
Satoru’s bedroom was basically the size of someone’s apartment. The bed was huge and sleek, unlike the common area. This room was a lot moodier and darker and it actually showed that he lived here, small bits and bobs decorating shelves and few paintings were hung up on the wall that you reckoned were Suguru’s taste.
Your drinks had changed from light cocktails to expensive red wine that you were almost scared to consume, but when Satoru saw hesitation in you he made a point to assure you that it’s all on him and after that almost instantaneously Suguru asked you something, leaving you no room to overthink.
The uneasiness still followed you. It was a gut feeling that you were really bad at listening to. You did not believe you were in danger – at least you’d like to think that as a jujutsu sorcerer you’d be trained to recognize threats by now. Luckily the red wine relaxed you, lulling you to the feeling of safety.
The volume of music was loud as the three of you listened to some throwback songs that still made you shamelessly want to dance. You were celebrating embarrassingly in Satoru’s room laughing, swaying your bodies along with the beat. It was as if you were in a club, except this was way more intimate. The world spinned around you, the warm lights mixed with the glimpses of the night sky and the longer outlines of your friends. You felt light, time slowing down and going overspeed at the same time as if you were alone on the highway. Your friends’ smiles stretched on their faces, eyes twinkling manically as both of the men appeared to you in double. Eventually when you tired each other out the whole group collapsed on the bed still humming happily. Satoru’s bed was plush and big enough to have room for the three of you.
You noted the way the silk felt like a warm hug underneath you, the ceiling moving like a slithering snake’s skin on savannah.
Satoru was lying on his back on the left side of you, his white hair now more tousled than before whereas Suguru was on the right leaving you in the middle of the two men.
“I think we should play a question game,” Satoru’s voice was bordering on a whisper. The music had stopped.
You stayed silent. “Satoru, I’m not feeling too good,” you managed to say. The bed was a ship and you were a passenger of the sea.
“I didn’t know you’re that lightweight,” Satoru’s hand reached out to your head to pet you, the gesture meant to lower your guards, but in your ever increasing discomfort, his touch only managed to make your skin tingle with aversion.
“Just humor us for a bit, it could be like the good old days, right?” Suguru argued, flashing a dead smile at you.
“Okay, whatever. Ask me something,” you rolled your eyes, too tired to fight them in your weird mental and physical stage.
“Hmm,” Satoru turned to his side to face you, his blue gaze piercing yours as you were still laying on your back. You had no idea when he had removed his sunglasses. You heard Suguru moving next to you as well. “What do you mean by Nanami being too soft?” The way Satoru laid down the question was impish.
The tone of the conversation had taken a full one-eighty and you opened your mouth to answer with only lies on the tip of your tongue, but then you decided against that. Those two had a very good bullshit radar.
“Do you want to hear what I think?” Satoru grinned playfully as he licked his plump lips once.
“I think Nanami would bore you out of your mind, missionary on Mondays without the lights on? Ugh, I wouldn’t want that for my worst enemy,” he said, laughter hollow full of malice. You couldn’t believe your own ears.
“I think you want it rough and behind that tough girl act, there’s an insatiable woman with some wild fantasies,” he blabbered his obscene thoughts. “Tell me, have you ever had sex with two men?” Gojo’s voice was loud and it was as if he was talking to you from a speaker that had been locked in another room. He was too close, too far away and simultaneously too here.
“What the-” you got cut off.
“Don’t curse. It’s unseemly from a woman,” Geto said calmly.
“Answer me,” Gojo demanded. During high school you would have described Gojo’s eyes as a beautiful spring day. You would have said that he reminded you of blue skies with perfectly white fluffy clouds, but now his eyes had turned to something much paler and darker. They reminded you of deep untouched snow drifts turned to blue in the moonlight as they sparkled ominously, waiting for the first little animal that dared to break the pristine condition.
“What did you do to me?” Your voice was not your own, it was weak, the accusation of your words turning dull as the red wine you had drank earlier sanded the edges away.
“Nothing permanent,” Geto said.
His admittance striked terror in you. Realization hit you, you were not safe here and you felt the familiar warmth flowing in you like a second nature. You manipulated the cursed energy, channeled it and let it flow steadily in your body guiding the power to your hands, but something in it felt unstable, it felt like a chord that was almost broken just barely connecting.
“Did you know that some drugs really affect the ability to use cursed energy? Not that it would matter in your case,” Geto explained, his voice overflowing around you, sticking to your skin like honey.
“Fuck you!” You yelled letting out a gust of wind to both sides, throwing the two men away from you. They landed nimbly to the floor, like cats, as you yourself hopped up from the bed, your vision blurred, walls moving back and forth, small figurines on the shelves changing color others dancing in front of your eye lids. Your head ached, pain banging against your skull, gnawing at the nerve endings that sent panic infused messages across your body, screaming: Stop moving!
“Oh so you want to spar? Go on then, show me what you have,” Geto purred.
It was a pathetic attempt in your current state. Your feet took you towards the door that Geto had come to protect. Hands and feet clashed together in close combat as you drew your cursed energy that was flickering unevenly in your body. Every time you got too close to escaping either Geto or Gojo kicked you further away.
The white haired bastard wasn’t even using his infinity which only added salt to your wounds. He deliberately chose to prance around you, letting you at times touch him a wild smile on his face. There was no cursed energy, no flashy techniques, just you and two overpowered men.
“Do you remember what they said in school when facing someone stronger than you?” Gojo asked, dodging your fist.
“Don’t be a hero,” Geto grabbed your arm and twisted it painfully behind you. “Contact someone better equipped to handle it,” he said and shoved you forwards with a force so great that you staggered towards Gojo’s table with the MacBook wobbling with force earning a “Hey, that’s my computer!” protest from the man himself.
The lights went out with a sound of shattering glass, leaving the three of you enveloped in the darkness, only city lights illuminating the room. Disorientated by the sudden change in environment you froze, breathing heavily as the two men practically surrounded you. Gojo appeared in front of you not a hair out of place.
“And with that, you’re dead. You really should not get distracted during training,” the white haired man shared his advice talking to you with the same tone he used on his pupils. “Truce?” He offered his hand.
You looked up. There was something sinister about the way they hovered over you. Geto’s beautiful prince-like features had turned harsh and angular, the shadows sharpening his face even more. You swallowed a bunch of bile, the effects of forcing yourself to move taking place.
“The power disparity is too big,” Geto said. He almost pitied you. You were a smart girl, you’d figure the best move soon.
You grabbed the hand bitterly. Gojo helped you up and Geto wrapped his arm around your waist when you were about to fall again.
“Careful,” he mumbled, his hand trailing underneath your shirt. His touch felt cold against your burning skin that was damp from sweat. “We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he taunted.
“Take her shirt off. I’ve waited long enough,” Gojo said impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor.
“Always so demanding,” Geto chuckled as he worked your shirt up, unclasping your bra unceremoniously, your breasts now free for the two men to ogle.
“Perfect tits,” Gojo said as he pawed at you and played with your nipples. You were completely overwhelmed and out of energy. Luckily, you did not have to stand on your own as Geto helped you to stay up his hands unzipping your jeans.
“Why me?” You squeaked your head drooping in defeat as you looked at Geto’s hand that vanished underneath your panties, your trousers still on you. Your question went unanswered.
“Satoru I think you might have been right about your theory,” You felt Geto’s smile on your neck as he referenced the earlier conversation regarding Nanami.
“Really? Is she wet?” Gojo asked curiously.
“Soaking,” Geto said as he explored your soft folds with ease. “Did fighting us make you feel better about what’s going to happen? At least you can tell your friends that you did not break easy,” Geto mumbled onto your skin pressing kisses to your neck, his hand still working on you going up and down tantalizing on your slit.
Gojo dropped to his knees pulling down the rest of your clothes. A whimper left your mouth as you shook your head powerlessly.
“Lift her leg up,” Gojo instructed. Geto slid his hand behind your right knee, lifting it up till you were wobbling on one foot as you leaned on him for support. The white haired man had his lips slightly apart as he looked in awe at the sight unfolding in front of him. His mouth was watering as Geto maneuvered his hand back to your folds, spreading them in front of Gojo’s face so that his boyfriend could take a long hard look at everything you were offering.
You saw the gears turning in Gojo’s head as his expression turned to a mischievous one. “I want her to sit on my face,” he licked his lips and made his way to the bed, throwing the shirt on the floor.
“Can you move?” Geto asked as he let go of your leg, holding onto your trembling body. He tipped your head towards him, his face looking almost worried. It reminded you of the old times, but this was not the old Suguru. This was someone new. Twisted.
He helped you to the bed, where Gojo had been waiting, completely naked, his chest heaving in anticipation. Your eyes scanned him from head to toe, stopping at his cock that had already started to curve upwards. It already looked big, bigger than anything you had ever taken.
“Like what you see baby? Cause me too,” Gojo said jokingly. “Well, come here then or do you want to fuck us dry? Because I’m fine with that,” he hurried you, the threat looming over you.
You climbed on top of him, saddling his face. Gojo’s hands immediately grabbed at your ass, pulling you towards his mouth. You could imagine the pink tip of his tongue trying out where you were the most sensitive. He was too impatient to tease you, quickly finding the bundle of nerves that was begging for his attention. He lapped at it as obscenely wet noises filled the room. Gojo sucked on your clit and you moaned loudly, throwing your head back, a sheen layer of sweat on you.
You felt him hum into your cunt as you felt the weight shift behind you on the mattress, Geto’s hand moving on Satoru’s length, pumping it roughly.
“You see, Satoru here is a bit of a munch. He is loud during the day, but put a cock in his mouth and it works wonders at silencing him. Apparently he likes the taste of pussy too,” Geto said with a devious smile on his lips. Gojo groaned animalistically into your wet heat as the black haired man felt his own hardness straining against his boxers. It took everything in his power to not to take off his clothes and fuck you till you were cock drunk and babbling incoherently, but he had too much fun playing with you.
“How does it feel like having the strongest sorcerer lapping you up like a regular man?” Geto’s voice was just a hush in your ear. “Men and women around the globe are going to be jealous when they hear that Gojo Satoru wanted to stick his dick in you,” Geto taunted you both as his hand focused on rotating around Satoru’s tip, spreading out the drops of precome around his cock. Satoru bucked his hips up involuntarily.
You came. Hard. You thrashed around Gojo’s head as the man between your legs held onto you stubbornly, licking and sucking through your orgasm. You felt something warm trickling straight to his face as the pressure in the lower half of your body exploded. Your voice was high pitched and desperate as you rode his face till you were sore, your already weak legs giving out.
Gojo pushed you off of him, gasping for air, pupils blown out in arousal. His face glistened in your juices and his saliva.
“You know what, for a man who’s shaming me for being talkative, you sure speak a lot yourself Suguru,” he pointed out. Suguru laughed, honest to god laughed, his eyes squinting contently as Satoru pulled him into a kiss.
There was something incredibly erotic watching the two men, knowing that Geto would taste the remnants of you as their lips smacked together messily. Their bodies tangled together, black hair flowing around white as Gojo buried his hand in Geto’s luscious strands. Gojo pulled his boyfriend’s face up gently exposing the bobbing Adam's apple that he kissed reverently. It was now Geto’s turn to saddle Gojo.
“I think you need to take your clothes off. Give her a little show,” Satoru said, biting into the skin on Suguru’s clavicle as his hands fumbled with the black haired man’s belt that opened with a clink.
Geto pulled his black t-shirt over his head, his taut muscles flexing. It felt like forever when Gojo caressed the man on top of him, his face in a constant grin. He took down the boxers inch by inch until Geto’s cock sprang out after being suppressed inside his clothes for too long.
“Get on fours,” Gojo ordered as you clumsily did what he told you to. He moved behind you whereas Geto took place in front of you.
“Arch your back.”
You stretched yourself, lowering your torso and propping your butt up almost as if you were offering yourself on a silver platter. Gojo’s hand came down to your ass with force making your body jerk when he dug his nails on the soft skin.
“Wow, you must fuck a lot of dudes judging by how low you can go. If I knew you were a whore, I would have bent you over earlier,” he laughed, his finger prodding on your entrance.
Geto pulled you from your hair. It wasn’t the nice kind of pain that came when one would grab them near the scalp; instead it stung like hell, when Geto yanked your head up, putting you on the perfect level of his cock.
Gojo inserted one finger simultaneously inside you and almost immediately added another. You whined as his fingers scissored you open, your lips almost touching the head of Geto.
“You know, I get to lie with this amazing man every day. Show him the same respect as I do,” Gojo said. Had you not been caught up in their fucked up power play, their love for each other would have truly warmed your heart.
Geto’s thumb stroked your cheek as if to apologize for what was about to happen. He let his hand trail down to your bottom lip, swiping across it gently.
“Open.”
Satoru pushed his hand almost knuckles deep into you, a guttural moan making its escape from your lips as he used his hand to finger fuck you. Geto used your opening mouth to his advantage to stuff his cock in you. He was huge, your jaw already hurting. His tangy taste spreaded in your mouth as he softly rocked back and forth, not wanting to choke you just yet.
You hollowed out your cheeks and focused on the tip of his cock as you used one of your hands to touch what you could not fit. Geto’s eyes were half lidded as he guided your head to a rhythm that he liked as you squirmed underneath Gojo’s touch.
Gojo removed his hand from you leaving you empty, you almost missed the sensation of him, but soon felt the man behind you poking your folds with something much bigger than his fingers. You mewled in panic when he entered you, your eyes widening in shock. God he was huge.
“Focus. Eyes up here,” Geto said, patting your cheek with an open palm. The way you looked up at him made Suguru feel close to high, your pupils widened to the size of a plate, eyes glistening in tears that you held back, still holding onto a sliver of pride. Brave girl, he thought to himself.
Gojo fucked you sloppily, squelching, slapping and your gurgling filling the room as both the men used your body to chase their own highs. You felt like you were drowning and when one withdrew the other one rammed into you without a second thought. It was hard to keep your attention on Geto when his boyfriend did everything in his power to make your task at hand challenging, when his long cock grazed upon that one spot inside you from time to time.
“I’m going to finish in your mouth,” Geto was out of breath, his grip tightened around your skull. Gojo groaned behind you with his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure that you’d have handprints tattooed on your skin by the end of this night.
Geto’s movement got erratic, his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag around him painfully. The black haired man relished in the wet warmth your mouth provided him. He was panting as pleasure coursed through him, your despaired moans only driving him further. Hot stripes of his come coated your mouth. You wanted to spit it out, or swallow it, anything to get rid of it as your face soured in disgust.
“Keep it in your mouth,” he advised as he pulled out of you. You almost wanted to spit it on his face as an act of defiance. Geto smiled at the confrontational look on your face as if he knew what you were thinking. “Good girl,” he purred when you had decided not to go against him.
Gojo flipped you quickly around to lie on your back, your legs floating in the air awkwardly as he entered back into you swiftly. He pulled you in a feverish kiss, his soft lips slightly swollen. His tongue prodded inside your mouth, Suguru’s come spreading into his mouth as you explored each other. It felt disgusting, playing with someone’s fluids like this, but somehow it made your cunt clench around your white haired high school friend.
There was something deeply primal in the way Gojo drove into you, his head almost resting on yours as he fucked you deep and hard. You were vaguely aware of Geto’s eyes following the act in front of him, admiring the way Satoru’s muscles moved with every move, drinking up the disheveled look on you.
Satoru’s hips came to halt as he plastered his seed on your walls, making sure that he wasn’t too deep, keeping his thrusts shallow enough so he could see him leaking out of your used cunt.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, spent, the after glow warming him. “You didn’t come right?” He asked you, feeling slightly tired.
“No, but it doesn’t matter,” you rasped out your throat feeling hoarse after the abuse it had taken. Frankly you wanted to sleep as well.
“Suguru, can you help her out? I want to watch,” Gojo said as he fluffed the pillow underneath him to get into a comfortable position as if he was about to open the television and watch his favorite show.
“If you hold onto her other leg,” he said as he propped your left leg around his waist and Gojo took hold of your right one. You were helpless and unable to protect yourself when you tried to squirm away from the two devious men.
Geto’s nimble fingers gathered up Satoru’s come that was trickling down between your cheeks. He pushed it back inside you, moving his fingers slowly without a hurry in the world. It reminded you of the calm before a storm.
“You’re going to give us one more right?” Geto’s voice was reassured when he added another finger into you, thumb trailing to your sensitive clit. He knew just what to do, to get you fast back to the edge that you were teetering on earlier, already feeling overstimulated from the rough treatment you had gotten. His fingers made a come-hither movement hitting precisely your g-spot.
Gojo held onto you whispering sweet nothings to your ear, his thumb caressing your thigh. He was gentle, his touch light, eyes half lidded as he enjoyed the small whimpers coming from your mouth. He spoke to you, told you how much he had wanted you from the beginning. He spoke of how he saw that you wanted him – them. Gojo let you know how well you were doing, taking what they dished out to you, how you were brave and oh so good. He attempted to bury you in his twisted love, six feet underground, anxiety and arousal covering Geto’s fingers.
It was too overwhelming. Gojo next to you, Geto between your legs, your world still spinning around you, overstimulating touch and a coil about to snap. You wailed hollowly as you came apart on Suguru’s fingers one last time.
***
It was deep in the night, around two AM to be precise. You had shot your eyes open as the wave of nausea hit you. The two men had fallen asleep cuddling each other, limbs tangled on each other. You got up as quickly as you could, your head ache punishing you from your choices, stomach churning dangerously.
With a pitter patter from your naked feet, you carried yourself to the extravagant bathroom, barely having time to put the lights on as your nausea took over.
You doubled over the toilet seat, emptying your stomach of your earlier dinner and whatever else your friends had slipped in your drink. You held onto your hair desperately trying not to make a mess. A warm hand landed on your fist bunching up the rest of your hair gently.
“It’s okay. I’m here,” Suguru said affectionately, stroking your head. “Let it all out. You’re going to feel better soon.”
The acidic taste filled your mouth once again as if it was reacting to Suguru’s company. Your body forced you to throw up stomach fluids after having nothing else in it.
The way he took care of you brought up memories of the times you had taken one too many drinks, after your partner of that time had broken up with you. You remembered the way he had held you crying, snot and tears covering his shirt as you broke down.
The sound of water pouring into a glass echoed on the walls and you heard the rattle of an ice drawer disturbing the silence.
“You should drink this,” Satoru showed up leaning on the door frame, offering the glass to you. You hesitated.
“It’s just water.” He said and took a sip as if it would prove you anything. “See?”
You grabbed it from his hand, when you decided that you didn’t care anymore, downing the entire glass in almost one swing. The cold scraped your tender throat punishingly. You should have drank more slowly.
Waking up after the night had turned to day, the windows no longer covered by the blinds. You did not remember a lot of the act, except vomiting, but that came afterwards. The city was already moving fast, a new day offering new opportunities and new exciting journeys.
You felt physically a lot better, still weird, but you no longer felt like collapsing to the ground nor did you see things twice. It was almost like you had a hangover. You looked around Gojo’s room rolling on the bed that was empty feeling relieved of having space.
There were still signs of yesterday's fighting, but random shards had been taken care of and the lightbulb changed into a working one. You had your own pajamas on you, not having the slightest idea when and how you got into your clothes. Feeling nervous you got out of the bedroom walking to the toilet to empty your bladder. As you wiped, you felt around your crotch, searching for the remainder of different body fluids. You had cleaned yourself up. Or someone had.
You washed your hands, scrubbing them together with fervor, pumping out a heap of soap on your palm.
You repeated it once.
Twice.
Until your skin was scrubbed dry.
You looked at yourself in the mirror just to see familiar features, but not anyone you could recognize. You opened the overnight bag that you had left on the side of the sink to brush your teeth and spit out the foaming toothpaste. A smell of dough frying on the pan wafted to your nose as you heard commotion from the kitchen.
You took steps to the living room to find Suguru in front of the stove flipping pancakes as Satoru was hunched over a pile of strawberries nibbling on them happily. Upbeat rock played in the background as the two men joked around and chatted. You stared at them, something seething in you.
“Good morning! We’re making brunch,” Suguru exclaimed as he flipped a pancake over “Do you want coffee or tea?”
Nails bit into your skin as you clenched your fists together hard, your knuckles turning to white as anger turned on like a switch. You wanted to rage, go absolutely berserker, throw things at them, scream how dare you over and over. Some part of you also wanted to forget the night, pretend that it’s a nightmare, sit down with them to eat some fucking brunch.
“What if I tell someone,” it wasn’t really a question that you wanted them to answer.
“And what would you achieve with that?” Gojo retorted, popping a ridiculously big strawberry in his mouth, leaving the green stem outside as he bit down, the trash floating to the table.
Suguru placed the now ready pancake onto the white plate. He grabbed the black ladle to pour more mixture on the warm pan, before he started speaking calm but collected. It was this matter of fact tone that he used as if he was disappointed in your stupidity since he was always speaking the truth. The audacity of men or something like that.
“You know first hand how some clans look down on women, not believing that women should be sorcerers in the first place. So how do you think these powerful people are going to react to you saying that two of the strongest sorcerers assaulted you?” He mused, the conversation reminding you of ethics class where people discussed your human rights as a starter dish, completely disregarding that they were talking about real lives.
You knew how those types of people would react. They would see it only as normal, a woman’s place as a breeding machine, your sorcerer blood and womb more precious than your soul. They would argue that you were lucky or maybe that you had asked for it. Besides, it wasn’t exactly atypical of people in your line of work going insane, the trail of dead comrades keeping one up for countless nights. And who better to take anger out on than the people who are perceived as less.
“Even if they did believe you, it wouldn’t change our life at all. They need our skills and well, his money,” Suguru continued as Satoru grabbed three coffee cups and placed them on the kitchen island. As if, you were staying. “It would change yours though.”
That’s when realization hit you. They were the type of evil that were completely aware of their sins. They knew exactly what was right and wrong, but they simply did not care, the world as their oyster.
“You’re insane,” a tear rolled down your eye, your body trembling like a leaf.
“Not denying that one,” Satoru quipped, not taking anything serious like usual.
“If you want to, you can leave. You are free to run your mouth however you want, block our numbers, whatever makes you sleep better. Or you can eat some pancakes as friends and have powerful allies for the rest of your life,” Geto said. “I’ll ask again, coffee or tea?”
You bit your lip as the conflicted emotions flashed through your face. You despised that you viewed them still as your friends as much as your enemies. It was weird to love someone who had hurt you in one of the most violating ways possible.
“Coffee,” you mumbled as you sat down on the bar stool hanging your hands on your sides as Suguru poured the dark liquid on the blue cup.
“We got you Plan B too,” Satoru said, throwing the cardboard box into your hands. “You should take it. I’m not ready to be a father,” he added.
You fumbled the package open, popping out the small pill on your hand. You didn’t know how they knew that you weren’t on birth control nor did you really care. You placed the tablet on your tongue taking generous gulps of water as the couple continued on cooking.
Music played as the sun shone brighter, lighting up the whole kitchen, furniture basking up in the natural glow. You ate in peace, mainly Satoru and Suguru talking together but every once in a while you added something in the conversation. You fell quickly back to the old habits, maybe at times chuckling at their stupid jokes.
You pushed away the night. You tucked it in a corner of your mind that you did not dare to look at for many weeks to come. You were just three old high school buddies catching up, nothing more. The flashbacks you saw were not yours and the long weekend continued on as a happy sleep over.
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