Tokyo Debunker Characters As Animals

☆ — MESSAGE SENT WITH INVISIBLE INK ! • jjk edition

minors do not interact.

⋆ ࣪. ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji & choso

★ — contents ! sexting, mix of gn/f!reader, pre-established relationships, suit kink, ex!boyfriend, suggestive/smut, mention of fellatio, daddy kink, masturbation, hand kink, kink shaming ?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GOJO SATORU — mirror pics

the faucet squeaks as gojo turns off the shower. he pulls back the curtain and steps out to grab his towel, using it to dry his hair before wrapping it loosely around his waist. he stops before the mirror on the way out and can’t help to admire his half naked form. his damp hair hangs low on his forehead which he flicks out of his eyes with a swift movement of his head, hands flexing slightly as he runs his fingers through it to smooth it back. beads of water slowly run down his chest and chiseled abs before disappearing beneath his towel that hangs so dangerously low. his perfect v-line, so sharp it looks like an arrow coaxing your eyes to travel down, imagining what could be hidden under that towel. yeah, he looks good. with a mischievous grin, gojo picks up his phone off the counter and opens the camera. before snapping the photo he drops his towel slightly, holding it in his hands to drape just between his legs to hide his cock while exposing his muscular thighs. he pulls up your message thread, selects the photo and hits send.

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chosen one <3 just got out the shower. why don’t you hurry on home so you can make a mess of me again? ;)

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GETO SUGURU — dick print

fuck, geto misses you. more than he’d ever let on. how dare you dump him when he was just about to consider getting his act together? geto sits in his bed in the dark scrolling through your instagram. the bright light illuminates his irritated expression as he lurks through your vacation photos. he guesses your no good friends decided to wist you away on a trip to get him off your mind. tsk, those bitches… they were always against him. geto feels his chest tighten in anger seeing you laid up on the beach in that skimpy ass bikini. just thinking about any other man seeing you like that and getting to touch you has him fuming. how dare they oggle at what’s his? and how dare you show yourself off like this for all the world to see? flaunting those perfect tits and the curves of your body as you’re splayed out amongst the sand, your skin now glistening and tanned from the sun. it has his dick stirring in his boxers seeing you look so sexy, happy and carefree. you never looked like that when you were with him. geto adjusts himself letting his dick sit against his thigh creating a delicious print in his boxers. his long shaft and mushroom tip imprint explicitly through the fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. he knows you miss him — you have to. why else would you pull a stunt like this? he closes instagram in favor of opening the camera app letting the shutter flash as he captures what he knows you’re after.

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+1 (555)-555-0203 I know you miss this dick, baby. Why don’t you stop being a tease and come sit on it for old time’s sake?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ NANAMI KENTO — shirtless pics

sometimes nanami’s work takes him out of of town, which he hates. he hates working more then he needs to, but most of all, he hates leaving you. when you send him a message requesting he “send you something,” nanami can’t help but feel a little flustered. he has never been into sending lewd images but the thought of you thinking of him while he’s away stirs something in him. he feels a little silly as he loosens his tie with those skilled fingers. the ones that always managed to reach so deep inside you rubbing all the places you can’t. he slowly unbuttons his dress shirt to reveal inch after inch of pale skin pulled taut over his ripped chest and abs before folding it neatly and setting it on the hotel dresser. he thinks briefly about removing his tie, but decides to leave it, letting it hang loosely around his neck. an embarrassed smile forms at his lips as he cringes at the absurdity of it all. nanami slinks back in bed, phone in hand, letting out a deep sigh before opening the camera app to snap two pictures: one a straight shot of his torso, and a second cheekier one, his strong hands tugging down his dress pants slightly, exposing a small tuff of blonde hair.

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kenny <3 I hope you find these to your liking. Now, I believe it’s your turn.

⋆ ࣪. ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI — nut vids

it’s just past midnight and toji is sitting on the couch in your shared apartment watching reruns of some sport game. like he fucking cared. he would rather be with you, but earlier this evening when you asked him with those puppy dog eyes if you can go out with your friends tonight he just couldn’t say no to you. it was rare that he ever did. but he misses your cute self. now’s about the time that you’d be cuddled up on the couch with him watching tv before things got too close and you ended up on your knees with his dick lodged down your throat. toji needs you and bad. his growing erection is already creating a strong print in his grey sweats like clockwork. without you here, he’s left to take care of it himself, but not before making you aware of the situation you’ve created. toji slips his dick from his pants, it’s hot, heavy, and pulsing as he takes it in his fist, milking the clear liquid that slowly seeps from his slit. he picks up his phone with the other hand, opens the camera at and presses record, stroking himself as low grunts and filth spill from his lips.

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daddy <3 “you see the things you do to me? look how hard daddy is for you…” he groans as he strokes the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. the lights from the tv flicker in the living room, reflecting off the slick that coats his shaft. “bring your cute ass home, so you can take care of this mess you made…”

⋆ ࣪. ☆ KAMO CHOSO — hand pics

choso doesn’t understand what your obsession is with his hands. they’re just… hands? but still when you ask him to send you a picture of his hands for “science” he pauses his game and sets down his controller to try to figure out about them that drives you wild. could it be the vein that bulge under the skin? the rings that stacked up his slender fingers? his thick knuckles that rubbed against your sweet spots as he pumped his digits inside you? the roughness of his palms that gripped the soft skin of your hips as he gripped them firmly? choso can’t imagine them tasting like much of anything yet still you never failed to hum eagerly as you took them in your mouth. maybe their strength is what did it for you then? like when he clutched them around your neck while we bullied himself into you? he guessed he could see the appeal there but they’re still just hands. whatever. if that’s what you want, he’ll give them to you. pulling out his phone, he poses his hands under the dim light of his room and snaps a couple pictures.

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choso <3 here, i guess. weirdo…

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If you can't tell, lyca is my favourite character

//eps ten spoilers

Beggining of chapter vs end of chapter

..Lyca looks so devastated I cant do this anymore kill me

Stevie 🥴 you kiss your mother with that mouth??

Tell Me

Summary: You give Steve another one of his firsts

Pairing: Inexperienced!Steve x Reader

A/N: Part 2 of Steve * just to clarify, Steve hasn’t done some things and you decide as his friend, you should volunteer to help him through anything he wants. Aren’t you a good friend? 

Warnings: Smut, 18+, praise, oral!female receiving, please be advised

Tagged: @elle14-blog1​ @nana1000night​ @supraveng​ @potatothots​

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Steve practically growled from your words, pulling you up from the floor and back into his lap. His lips smashing into yours as he kissed you, his tongue slipping inside tasting himself on your tongue. You moaned in the kiss, hands holding the back of his neck as you felt his hand move between your bodies.

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I love smaus

ღAccidentally sending them nudes

ʚContent: suggestive content, swearing, use of pretty, babygirl (ironically), mostly fem! reader but can be read as gn

ʚcharacters included: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, Noya, Sugawara, Daichi, Asahi

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Arrrr. I louvrrrr thissss

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲

𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚! 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || Love and loyalty is tested after Bucky realises you aren’t who you pretend to be.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || unprotected sex, loss of virginity, oral sex, abduction. MINORS DNI

This is not proofread :/

I finally completed this story!! Yay! I hope you like it!

You stared at the wooden ceiling as you laid down in your bed. The ship was silently swaying from side to side due to the night breeze like a cradle. But sleep didn’t come on such nights.

The bed wasn’t bad, and your stomach was filled yet when you closed your eyes, only thoughts plagued your head. It had almost been two weeks since you had been taken, but you weren’t so sure as it was difficult counting days on the sea.

You still vividly remembered each and every detail of how your life had taken a one eighty degree turn. Princess Wanda of your kingdom was betrothed to Prince Vision, whose kingdom was across the sea.

You being her best friend had decided to accompany her overseas and had therefore set sail in a grand ship. It was all going perfectly well until the pirates raided your ship. But more than the jewels and wealth, they were interested in the princess; they had something against the other kingdom.

You had known it at that moment that if you let them take Wanda, she would face situations worse than hell. So at that very instant, you both had changed clothes and you had let these pirates abduct you instead, though you didn’t look anything like the princess.

You had expected these people to be brutish and ill mannered but instead they were jolly and accepting. You had imagined horrid scenarios but instead these people gave you respect, fed your food, and looked after you. And the only thing they forced you to do was to sing along with them after every dinner.

So in short, the problem wasn’t that you were abducted by the pirates and neither was it homesickness. The problem was a certain metal armed pirate and leader who went by Bucky.

He was unlike any you had ever met; charming yet sharp, gentle yet commanding, alluring yet fearful. Since the moment you had come here, his eyes never left you and neither did yours left him.

And his eyes, oh god his eyes, they were deeper than the sea and lustrous like the sky. His lips were so plump and soft and that perfect nose of his. Every moment you saw him, your mind was filled with not so decent thoughts.

You wanted to hate these pirates; you wanted to hate Bucky. But somehow things weren’t going how you wanted them to be. You were instead thinking of living here forever in the back of your head. You later did get angry at yourself, but the thought wasn’t so bad.

You changed your sides and closed your eyes in a poor effort of mimicking sleep. The silence of the room was disturbed by a firm knock at your door. Grumbling to yourself, you got up to answer.

You weren’t asleep, but that didn’t mean you weren’t comfortable in that small cot. It was nice and cozy being bundled up but then some ass had to disturb you. Sighing, you opened the door only to see Bucky.

“Umm, what are you doing here?” It was really too late for anyone to visit you, a supposed princess. “Just came to see you princess.” You pouted at the title but didn’t reply.

The moon was casting beautiful shadows on his face making him look enigmatic. He entered without really waiting for your answer and locked the door behind him.

Sitting on your small bed, he motioned you to come forward. The room was dingy and didn’t have much space to roam free, yet you walked two steps closer.

“Now that the princess is here, one might think the royal wedding would be stalled.” The room didn’t have a proper lighting, but from what was visible, his stare was deadly.

“But you see,” he got up and walked right in front of you. You gulped nervously as he gently placed his finger of your cheek and trailed it till your chin before he continued.

“That is not the case.” A violent shudder passed through you as he gripped your chin tightly. You knew this day would come and yet you were unprepared for it.

“The royal wedding took place yesterday. So that leaves us with two possibilities, either they married the false princess or…” he jerked you closer to himself, “You are the fake princess.”

So this is how I die, you thought to yourself. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so brave and let Wanda get captured, at least the kingdom would’ve searched for her. But for you, no one came.

“Answer me!” He was so close to your face that your breaths were intermingling. “I…” you didn’t want to cry in front of him; you didn’t want to be weak. But then you couldn’t stop the tears that started spilling from your eyes.

You were all alone on this ship and no one would come to save you. You hadn’t just warped Bucky’s plan but you had also lied to him all this time.

“I trusted you, and what you did was betray me.” He wasn’t lying, he had been nothing but kind to you. When you didn’t reply, he held you by your arms and shook you.

“I’m sorry.” You finally sobbed out. “You could’ve told us. You could’ve told me!” Bucky wasn’t really angry at the fact that you had lied about being the princess, he was mad as you hadn’t told him the truth.

You were one of the most kind, hardworking and caring person he had ever met. He hadn’t thought he would ever fall in love, but you had proved him wrong. You had become his lighthouse in the storm of life.

“I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.. I mean I did lie to fool you, but that was before I met you. I couldn’t let you capture Wanda…. Please… please don’t kill me.” You ducked your head low with guilt and helplessness.

Your words shifted something in Bucky. His hard touch suddenly turned gentle and he now held you to stop you from falling. You were shaking in his hands and he hated it. He hated the way you thought he’d let anything in this world harm you.

“Hey… hey look at me.” He placed his hand on your chin once again and titled your head up, just this time his hands were tender. “I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re not?” You were surprised with his confession. You stared up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to say something more. “No. I could never hurt you.” The next thing he did surprised you the most, he kissed your forehead.

“Bucky..” your said breathily. “Shhh…” he shushed you before gently pecking your left cheek. “I am angry at you for lying to me.” He kissed your right cheek next and you felt tingles go down your spine.

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll hurt you.” Holding your face firmly with his palms, he kissed your nose. “I know you don’t trust me yet. But I need you to know something; I trust you.”

Those three words were more important and real than anything else in the world. You knew Bucky didn’t rely on many people, but the fact that he trusted you made you feel a different kind of warm.

“Bucky, I trust you too. You’ve taken care of me more than anyone else in my life.” Placing your hands on his worn out shirt, you pulled him in for a proper kiss. You readily opened your mouth for him as you melted into each other.

You let out a squeak when he teasingly bit your lower lip. “Don’t think I’ve forgiven you, princess.” You shook your head and corrected him. “I’m not the princess.” He just chuckled, “You are. You are my princess.”

This man is going to be the death of me. You batted your eyelashes flattering manner and smiled. “You’re so sweet.” You stared at him as he shook his head and laughed. “You won’t be saying this in fifteen minutes.”

In the next instant, his flesh hand was gripping your hair as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You previously didn’t get it when your friends gushed about kisses, but now you understood.

Your arms travelled up his chest and tried to bring him even closer to you. The way he was kissing you made you stupid and your toes tingle. The kiss was wet and lewd and you loved it just as much.

You both were panting and breathless as Bucky pulled his shirt off. You couldn’t help but gasp as you eyed his muscles torso. His arms were decorated with veins and his scars were making him look even more rough.

With an unsteady pointer finger, you slowly traced the dips and curves of his hard abs. Licking your lips, you gulped nervously, “I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” You didn’t know why but you were somewhat ashamed of your lack of experience.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll go slow, I promise.” His eyes were sparkling with mischief but you didn’t yet understand why. “Okay.” Your voice was small as you nodded.

With careful fingers, Bucky untied the knots of your dress. Once you were naked in front of him, true to his word, he gently laid you down on the bed. Biting your lower lip between your teeth you saw with interest as Bucky unbuttoned his pants.

Your eyes became wide as you saw his veiny length. You hadn’t seen a naked man before, but you were sure he was very well endowed. “Don’t get scared. I’ll make it good for you.” His voice was dripping with a sinful promise.

As soon as he climbed on the bed, he started peppering kisses from your breastbone to your belly. “Wha… what are you doing?” You asked as he placed himself between your legs.

“Nothing you won’t like.” His answer didn’t really clear anything but you let him continue anyway. He pried your legs apart with his hands and licked his lips, “You’re so beautiful.” He said looking into your eyes.

You were insecure for a moment as nobody had seen you like this before. But Bucky proclaiming how beautiful he found you put your worries to rest. “Thank you.” You replied shyly.

“You don’t need to thank me for stating facts.” With that he placed a small kiss to your throbbing clit. “Bucky!” You got up on your elbows to look at him. “Do you want me to stop?” He clearly had no intentions of stopping.

“Umm no.” Locking eyes with you, his tongue lapped up your juices. Your hand instinctively took hold of his long locks as you fell back into the bed with a moan. After that you were too lost in the sensations to form coherent thoughts.

With his talented tongue, he licked up your slick and flicked your sensitive pearl. You blindly guided him by his hair to where his tongue felt the most pleasurable. You squirmed under him at the barrage of sensations only for him to hold you tight.

The coil in your gut became tight and you knew you were close to a pleasurable release. But just then Bucky painstakingly slowed down himself from fucking you with his tongue.

He just slowly licked you as you whined under him. “Bucky..” you complained as the feeling of an impending high dissipated. “What? You wanted me to go slow.” He was smirking and he knew exactly what he was doing.

You wanted to hit him and at the same time bury his face back between your thighs. “I… I don’t want you to go slow.” You turned around to avoid looking into his eyes.

He crawled up to your face and made you look back up into his eyes. His metal arm was cold as he explored your body with it. You mewled as he nibbled your throat, “As you wish.”

With that his entire demeanour changed. Little nibbles turned into bites which he later soothed with his tongue. His fingers pinched and rolled your nipples and the only thing you could do was hold tight onto him.

“Are you ready?” His breath tickled your hair as he whispered into your ear. You simply nodded and held his shoulders as he lined up his cock and slid into you.

A tear slipped out of your eye when he finally entered you. “Fuck. You’re so warm. Fuck!” The people you grew up with didn’t really curse, so when Bucky did that you always found it hot.

With one arm holding himself up and the others resting on your hip, he started thrusting into you. Your girlfriends had told you how good sex felt, but you always thought they were exaggerating; turns out they weren’t.

Your entire body felt electrified as Bucky snapped his hips into you. You didn’t want him to stop and you wanted to forever get lost in this sea of pleasure. Your nails were probably marking up Bucky’s back, but neither you nor him cared about it.

You were once again close to that dangerous peak from where there was no return. And yet you dived head first into it. Your back arched and your eyes closed shut as you came, hard.

Bucky wasn’t far behind as your walls convulsed around him. He buried his face into your neck as he emptied his warm seed deep into you. Your bodies entwined impossibly closer as you road the aftershocks.

You both just lay there, covered in sweat and slick, as you finally came down from the high. You lovingly stared in each other’s eyes as Bucky caressed your face.

“Don’t leave me.” He whispered as his thumb rubbed your cheek. His eyes were vulnerable and you knew he was scared. You had thought about this possibility and had already thought of the result. “I won’t.”

But just as him, you too had your questions. “Are you disappointed that I’m not the princess?” Bucky pecked your cheek tenderly, “I don’t care about the princess now that I’ve got my Queen.”

Remembering Him

Summary: The reader can play with minds and memories. She gets hired by Tony Stark to restore a certain super soldier’s memories.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,433

Warnings: None.

A/N: This one came to after a bout of insp. within 1 hour. Tell me what yall think pls!

You had always looked at your accident as more of a curse than a gift.

The current that went through your body had caused major permanent changes, and suddenly you heard voices, so many and all at once. It took only minutes to figure out you were hearing people’s thoughts, and the revelation had shocked you to your core.

For the next two months, you had worked on trying to manage your….. situation. Overtime, you learned that not only could you read thoughts, you could manipulate them as well. It had taken a lot of willpower that you didn’t even know you possessed, to build up a wall that separated your mind from everyone else’s. You kept everything happening to you on the down low. You were too afraid of what would happen if anyone found out. You had no doubt that if the wrong people got to you, they would use you for unimaginable things.

So when Tony Stark had showed up at your apartment door, you nearly had a heart attack. He hadn’t even started speaking before you knew what he was there for. Self defence kicked in, and before you knew it, you had scanned his brain for what he wanted.

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Couldn't be me coz im a big back too

“You know, my food is really good.”

“Good, didn’t ask.”

Sukuna doesnt take your bait as he continues to shovel his food into his mouth next to you, cheeks puffed out adorably while his brows are furrowed in focus. He’s always been a voracious beast when he eats, like a dog protective of its bowl.

Your food is… okay. It’s not seasoned enough, nor spicy enough to rave about, and it’s not cooked the way you’d assumed, and the only problem with all of this is that Sukuna told you that you wouldn’t like it. You didn’t believe him, you love plenty of food.

But his food looks delicious. Yours? Not so much.

You nudge him softly, earning you a glare, “you should really try it, I think you’ll like it.”

“Don’t need to, got mine,” he says, scowling before licking a bit of sauce off of his finger. Your mouth salivates at the juicy, roasted veggies in his chopsticks, and you look down dejectedly at yours.

You sigh and dig at your food, trying to form a bite that could potentially change this whole experience around, but the food looks unsightly to you, and you wince at the idea of taking another one.

You roll your shoulders in an attempt to brace yourself for him. Then, you turn to him and innocently bat your lashes, “sukuna?”

“No.”

“Can I have a bite of yours?”

“I fucking knew it,” he snaps, light-knuckling his chopsticks. He turns to face you, venom in his eyes, “what did I tell you? Remind me. Enlighten me, please.”

You offer him a small smile and shrug, “I wanted to try it…”

“Yeah and look where it got you,” he snarls. “You hate your food, don’t you?” Now, you frown softly and nod. He grits his teeth and after a beat of silence, grabs the styrofoam container from in front of you, sliding it to himself. He then takes his own and passes it to you, seething the whole time.

Your heart flutters at the idea of him giving you his food, but you can’t fight the small bit of guilt that claws at you, and you look down at the new plate before looking back at him. “I love you.”

“Wouldn’t’ve fucking switched if I didn’t love you back,” he hisses, scooping up some of your former food into his chopsticks and working it into his mouth where he chews in thought. “This is fucking gross.”

“I know,” you sigh. “Here- take your food, I’ll eat at home-“

“Eat that, or I swear to everything unholy I’ll make you,” he warns, taking a wad of vegetables into his chopsticks to pile into his mouth. You nod and slowly start to eat, but at the flavor explosion in your mouth, you start to eat faster and faster, humming happily as your stomach gets fuller and fuller. Every now and again, when you turn to look at Sukuna to ensure he’s eating, he’s looking out of the corner of his eye before darting his gaze away to make sure you’re doing the same thing.

You hum happily and rest your head on his shoulder, the hustle and bustle of the food court being droned out as you focus on time with your man.

“You’re a good boyfriend,” you say happily, looping one of your arms through his bent elbow on the table. “I don’t care what people say about you.”

He shakes his head as he swallows his bite, “yeah yeah yeah, I’m the best. What can I say-“ he freezes.

He whips his head towards you, brows furrowed in the center of his forehead, “who the fuck is saying I’m not?”

You fall into a fit of giggles as he continues to look offended, and with your lunches almost complete, you can’t find it in yourself to get up and carry on with your day.

Not when you’re so content to stay like this with him, for as long as he’ll let you.

“You’re a nuisance, you know that?”

“I love you too.”

Oh my god the twist 😟😟😟

A Fine Line*

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Steve doesn’t know when the friendship became something more, but now you’re in front of him, dripping with need and the rain has come for you both. A/N: NSFW Sex-Pollen, Super-Soldier, Super-Smut!! Angst at the end. Warnings: Dub-con. Hurt. Twist at the end please don’t read this if you are unsure of any of these warnings.

Tony quirks an eyebrow over to your spot at the conference table when he walks in. You’re there early, hands over your lap, legs crossed underneath. It’s quite a sight, he thinks, coming from a woman who can hardly be bothered to exit a burning building.

It’s eight-thirty. The fact that you are the first to be in the conference room raises all his red flags. He tugs his lavender glasses up and down his nose bridge just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. The frown he sports stretches lower until it melts into his well-groomed beard.

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You up?

You Up?

Summary: Y/N bugs Bucky to get a phone. With help from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Bucky learns something new and shoots his shot…

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: sexual themes, swearing

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“Why?”

“Because.”

“That’s not a good reason.”

“Well it’s the one I’m giving you.”

Y/N and Bucky had been at this all morning: she thought he should get a phone and he did not see a point in doing so.

How their team meeting for weaponry stock turned into this? He’d never know.

“Y/N, the only people I talk to are in this compound. With Stark’s tech what do I even need a phone for?”

Y/N sighed, okay Bucky was right but that wasn’t the point.

“I just think it’d be good for you. Times have changed and you’re behind on getting into the groove of the 21st century Buck. Think about it: you can stay in contact with people, catch up on events prior to this time and current!”

Though this was true, Y/N mostly just wanted to watch Buck struggle with social media and the weird-ass humour that developed with this new generation. 

“I don’t even know what these are! Is it mee-mees? Is that how you say it?”

Y/N laughed at the memory before turning back to the issue at hand.

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gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.