Odysseus: *Has Sex With His With The Moment He Get's Back, Has A Set Of Twins.+

when it doesn’t fit the first time, when you’re tapping out and pushing him away from you by his chest and hissing in pain before he can even get halfway inside you, toji is secretly elated. he plays the part of the concerned boyfriend, immediately pulling out and apologizing profusely, but the thought alone of his cock outsizing your poor pussy, by both length and width, is hotter than ever porn he’s ever watched.

though toji doesn’t consider himself a patient man, he’ll be patient in this respect. he’ll come to your door with a package full of variously sized dildos he ordered himself, smiling as he explains how you’ll simply work your way up. work your way up to him.

and though it doesn’t quite compare to actually having his dick inside you, it’s still unbearably hot to have you on all fours as he works in a new dildo inside you every night, each bigger than the last. one hand grips the base of the silicone to fuck you with, the other hand jerking himself off in time with the synthetic thrusts. of course even his “artificial” technique is worthy of the gods, and has you falling apart and moaning his name pathetically much faster than you’d like to admit.

until finally, finally the day comes, after the consistent hard work and patience the both of you have exercised, when it’s finally his cock that’s positioned at the entrance of your pussy. just that action alone has toji dripping pre - when did he ever get so whipped for your pussy?

it’s still a bit of a struggle, and he has to slowly ease himself in, but even at just the first taste of your tight, wet heat around his desperate cock is fucking heaven, and this time the issue isn’t that his cock can’t even fit to the base - he came before he could even get that far. fuck.

silly little games | king!sukuna x concubine!reader

tw: pregnant reader, light talk about weight

“You dare place your eyes upon the woman who is carrying my child?” Sukuna was quick to accuse the farmer, who was next to walk up in today’s hearing. 

The poor man had barely gotten the chance to fully kneel in front of the king before the accusation, as if he wasn’t terrified enough to face the man who was known for his sadistic streak.

“N-no not at all my king. I would ne–”

“Silence!” The said king cuts him off, causing everyone, including you, to flinch. 

And your jaw nearly drops as you look up at him, grinning like a cheshire cat, his lower eye looking back at you. 

He’s doing this for fun. 

While you’re pretty much free to act however you want behind closed doors, you still have a job to do in the face of others. That was to stay silent, act docile– really the only rule he had for you because trying to tell you what to do was rather tiring for the king at this point, nor does he have the heart to do that nowadays. 

“Go on– take a look,” Sukuna began to prod at the poor man. 

“I-I really wasn’t, I swear!” 

“I said look!” He snapped again and you swore the walls slightly rattled from it. 

And the farmer did, being scared for his life and all. Sukuna didn’t stop there either. He interrogated the man for the next 20 minutes, asking him how your kimono looked on you and making him guess how many months along you were.

He then accused the poor man of calling you heavy for guessing that you were 6 months instead of 4 and a half months.

While everyone in that room thought the king was being dead serious, this was just another silly little game to him. He knows how much you hate violence and since you’ve gotten pregnant, he’s toned it down a notch whenever you attend hearings. 

So now he resorts to making people think he’s going to punish them, playing mind games with them and inevitably making them beg for his forgiveness. 

The other week he got a man to admit to a crime he never even did and Sukuna wouldn’t stop fucking laughing about it during dinner later that day. 

And you’re sure he’ll be laughing about this tonight.

—

“What is wrong with you?” You nearly scoff at him the moment you two are finally alone. 

“A lot,” he easily says, like it’s a no brainer. 

“That poor man looked like he was about to have a heart attack!”

“Don’t get all righteous with me now, sweetheart,” he points his finger at you. “You’re the one who’s quick to throw profanities at me when your meals are late by even a minute– an offense that's punishable by death.” He reminds you, quickly changing the subject.

“Because I have a child to feed,” you argue back and you can tell he’s fighting back a smile. 

“That is no reason for you to berate the king. Tell me, do I look like one of the cooks?” 

“No, you do not. You don’t even look like you know how to fry an egg,” You roll your eyes as you turn on your heel, beginning to walk away from the man.

“And where do you think you’re going? Did I give you permission to leave? Get back here you fucking brat!” He all but tries to keep his demanding tone, despite already going after you.

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spoil hotd s2 ep 6

no hate but i genuinely don’t know what to think abt rhaenyra and mysaria kissing

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if there was one thing at the tokyo jujutsu tech branch that would send the kyoto branch into a coma, it was the shameless pda. gojo satoru was a man in love — and absolutely nothing could stop him from broadcasting it, no matter how obscene it might seem.

where utahime ran her students with silent, disciplined rigor, gojo thrived in chaos. in fact, the tokyo campus always seemed to hum with the sheer force of his enthusiasm alone.

today was hand-to-hand combat training again. you stood at the sidelines, arms crossed, observing as your second years sparred with the first years — dominating them so well that you hardly needed to step in.

a familiar presence drifted up behind you. you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. your husband had an uncanny talent for finding you exactly when he was supposed to be doing anything else.

“new uniform?” he whistled, low and appreciative. even with his blindfold, you could feel his gaze dragging over you. “seriously, it should be illegal for you to look this good during work hours.”

you didn’t answer, trying your best to steer him back to work by simply not engaging. after much trial and error, you’d discovered that ignoring him was the most effective method.

predictably, gojo pouted when you didn’t respond. then, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek.

“you know,” his voice drops lower, silkier — the kind of tone he thinks is persuasive. “the students are so busy right now. they won’t even notice if we sneak off to my office and have some fun.”

“satoru,” you warn, already bracing yourself.

he grins like a fox. “it’ll just be ten minutes.”

“you say that every time,” you mutter, shooting him a sidelong look. “it is never just ten minutes.”

“boo,” he pouts, blowing a dramatic raspberry before slinging an arm around your waist with zero hesitation. “you’re being so cruel to a man in love.”

“satoru—”

but he’s already nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, his blindfold grazing your jaw as he whines, “just one kiss, then. one kiss and i’ll go right back to doing paperwork.”

you sigh, pretending to resist — but you lean into him all the same.

of course, one kiss turns into two. then three. then gojo is spinning you around, arms wrapped around your waist as he dips you in the middle of the training field.

“don’t make me get a spray bottle,” megumi grumbles, sparking a chorus of laughter from the others.

gojo just beams as he pulls you back up, shameless and unbothered. “sorry, can’t help it! my wife’s too hot for me to act normal.”

you swat his chest, cheeks warm. “you’re the worst.”

“and yet, you still married me,” he says, kissing the tip of your nose.

“only because you tricked me into it.”

he grins, “one of my greatest accomplishments.”

and just like always, he wins.

i

“𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐘𝐘 . . .”

Eren blinked slowly as he spoke, grinning like an idiot as his glassy eyes darted across his cracked phone screen. “I love you, baby . . . love you-love you so much, baby.”

“Eren,” you frowned, pulling your blanket across your shoulders as you watched him struggle to keep his phone steady. “Are you drunk?”

Relaxing on the couch with several blankets and a bucket of buttery popcorn, you were getting ready to watch a few episodes of your favorite Netflix show when suddenly, your phone rang from an incoming video chat from Eren.

Your boyfriend was at a party — one you didn’t feel well enough to attend — and while he offered to stay at home with you, you told him to go to the gathering and enjoy his Saturday night.

So, seeing his name appear across your phone screen was jarring, and you answered with the assumption that, perhaps, there was an emergency.

But there wasn’t. He was simply drunk, and stupidly in love.

“Baby? Baby, baby?” Eren held his camera so close to his face, you couldn’t see anything except for his eyes. “Miss you so much, okay? Okay, baby?”

“You’ve had too much to drink,” you said with an annoyed tone, but a soft grin appeared across your face. You couldn’t help it.

“Hey, hey, Armin, Armin, Armin, come look,” holding the camera at yet another weird angle for a moment — you could only see his hair, neck, shoulder, and the flashing blue lights in the background — Eren suddenly pulled his best friend beside him.

Armin appeared on your screen with a shy smile and a red solo cup in his hand. Based on the soft shade of red that graced his cheeks, you could tell that at the very least, the blonde-haired guy was tipsy.

“Look, Armin,” Eren slurred, bringing himself and his friend into the frame. “Y/N’s on the-on my screen. Technology’s so fucking cool, man. There goes my baby. That’s my baby right there. That’s my baby.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Armin waved. “Where are you? We miss you.”

“I’m at home. I wasn’t feeling too good, so I couldn’t make it.”

“What’d she say?” Armin blinked slowly, looking over at Eren. It was hard enough to hear you over the loud music, and the alcohol running through his veins certainly didn’t help either.

“Yeah,” Eren responded.

He was clearly out of it.

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Eren,” you paused. Your boyfriend brought the phone closer to his face when he heard you call his name. “Enjoy the party, okay? I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Noooo,” Eren frowned. “I wanna come home, come get me. I miss . . . I wanna come home, baby.”

“You’re so whiny,” rolling your eyes, you started to get off of the couch.

“Do something . . . ‘bout it when we get home,” with a smirk, Eren said, “come get me, I miss you.”

“I’m on the way,” you smiled down at your phone screen.

But, when you hung up — simply so you could throw on some clothes and focus on driving — your clingy, drunk boyfriend called you right back.

“Eren, I’m trying to get there. You gotta let me hang up, okay?”

“Why don’t you love me?”

“I do love you, but I gotta hang up so I can concentrate.”

“Okay, bye baby.”

The FaceTime call ended once again. But only for 38 seconds.

Eren called you again, and you answered while starting up your car.

“What is it, Eren?” tossing the phone down in the passenger seat, you started to drive. He absolutely wouldn’t let you off of FaceTime anytime soon.

“Nothin’,” Eren smiled cheekily. “Let’s watch a movie when we get home, baby. Are you on the way? I miss you.”

“I’m on the way, I promise.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes, Eren, I still love you.”

“Okay,” Eren slurred. “I love you too. Bye, baby.”

Once again, he hung up.

And, once again, he called you back half a minute later.

You sighed loudly causing Gojo to glance over at you, "something wrong?"

You huffed as you leaned into your seat, arms folded over your chest as you kicked back the chair a little.

"Shoko has been spreading rumors that you and I are dating."

"I wish."

You quirked an eyebrow and looked at him, "what did you say?"

"I said that bitch."

☆ gojo satoru x gender-neutral!reader ⇢ domestic fluff, established relationship.

you’re woken up by a kiss.

gojo satoru smiles against your lips, only allowing a hair’s breadth of space to form in between you both as you let out an annoyed huff. you roll onto your back and he towers over you, arms braced on either side of your head.

“hi,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“go to sleep,” you grumble, cracking one eye open lazily.

“it’s midnight.”

“exactly.” you try to turn over, but he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a brief, open-mouthed kiss to the sliver of skin exposed near your shoulder. 

“you know what that means.” he presses his fingers into your waist, bunching up your robe. his hair tickles your neck; you smile.

“it means you need to sleep,” you say pointedly, squinting into the darkness. you bring a hand up and card it through his hair. he sighs softly when you lightly scratch on his scalp.

“and it also means it’s a new day already.”

“‘s not a new day ‘til the sun comes up,” you murmur sleepily.

satoru doesn’t argue. he only grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. the muted lights that penetrate the darkness through your open window are reflected in his eyes—but he looks at you like you’ve hung up all the stars in the sky, just for him.

“happy birthday,” he says, mouth splitting into a wide grin, and despite your drowsiness, you let him pull you into a kiss.

I just. KNOW. Choso is the type of guy to let the alarm wake the whole neighborhood without letting go of your waist in the morning. He doesn't want you to leave the bed just yet, you're too warm, too soft...too cuddly.

"Mmmmh...just five minutes" that end up being 10... 15...30... A whole damn hour of him repeating those words with his deep, husky, sleep-drunk voice in your ear. "Five minutes and I'll let you go" and he nuzzles his nose further into the crook of your neck.

That's exactly why there's no chance you'll make it out of bed on time in the morning...

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the dim bedside lamp. The air was still, and a gentle quiet had settled between you and Yuji. You lay together, bodies warm and close, both of you still catching your breath. There was a moment where neither of you spoke, the intimacy still humming in the space between you, soft and tender.

Yuji shifted beside you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer against his chest. You could feel his heart racing, but it wasn’t long before it slowed, matching the calm rhythm of your own.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. His hand stroked your hair, the motion soothing and affectionate. He pressed a light kiss to your forehead, making your heart swell with warmth.

You smiled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I’m perfect,” you whispered, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest.

He let out a relieved sigh, his warm breath tickling your skin. Yuji was always so sweet, so attentive. Even in moments like this, when his body was exhausted, his first thought was always to make sure you were alright. It was one of the things you loved most about him—how deeply he cared.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid of the answer. Yuji, despite his strength and power, was always so gentle with you, so careful.

You lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “No, Yuji, not at all. You were perfect. It was perfect.”

His eyes softened, a shy smile pulling at his lips. “Good. I just… I always wanna make sure I’m taking care of you, you know?”

You chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You always do.”

He smiled against your lips, then pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. The moment was quiet, peaceful, and filled with a kind of love that didn’t need to be spoken. Yuji’s hand continued to run through your hair, his other arm still wrapped securely around you, as if he wanted to keep you close forever.

“Do you want anything?” he asked after a few moments, his voice still soft. “Water? A snack? I can get you something if you’re hungry.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his earnestness. He was always looking out for you, even in the simplest ways. “I’m okay, really. But if you want to cuddle for a bit longer, I wouldn’t say no.”

Yuji’s eyes lit up at that, his smile widening as he held you a little tighter. “I can do that,” he said, his voice warm and filled with affection.

He shifted the two of you, pulling the blankets up around your shoulders and making sure you were both comfortable. His arms wrapped around you once more, his chest pressed to your back as he spooned you from behind. His body was warm and comforting, and you felt safe in his embrace.

“I’m so lucky,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against the back of your neck.

You smiled, closing your eyes as you relaxed into him. “No, Yuji. I’m the lucky one.”

And with that, you both drifted off into a peaceful, contented silence, knowing that in each other’s arms, everything was just right.

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