Masterlist 2

Idk what to call this

This is my first time writing so bear with me.

At first Senku wouldn't really mind if you're going around the others and asking them this specific thing that got you curious.

There would be times you would hang out with Gen more and this makes him annoyed and yet at the same time, happy for you that you got yourself a new friend. He know how you struggle with making friends so the least he could do is avoid getting jealous of Gen.

Ah, now he had enough. Ryusui, who's a literal flirt, had been making you laugh like crazy. He had never seen you laugh that way with him nor smile like that with him. It made him feel something on his chest.

He wants to be the only one to do that but he's busy rebuilding the humanity with the help of those people who he gets jealous of. And you understanding it doesn't want to be a hindrance on his way. You know how important it is to him.

That day, he didn't even bothered to spare a glance at you nor spoken a word with you. He was giving you the silent treatment he knows you don't deserve.

He made the work for Ryusui harder more than it already was. Made Gen so busy so he wouldn't have the time to talk to you and did the same to the others.

Nigh time falls soon, the kingdom of science have fallen into their sleep because of how bossy Senku got.

You're with Senku at a tent you built with the help of people from the village.

"Senku?"

"Hmm?" he hummed without looking at you and continued.

"can we cuddle?" you are really vocal about what you want and that's one of the things Senku liked about you.

"Go to sleep I'll be busy"

And with that you sighed and turned your back from him, covering yourself with a blanket.

He heard that disappointed sigh but he couldn't just bring himself to cuddle with you after remembering the way you laughed at Ryusui's jokes or how you smile as you talk about the things you love with Gen.

You missed him, Senku who would always at least try to show that he loves you still in his own ways. But lately he's been busy, like really busy. At the first few weeks of being in the Ishigami Village he would still make time for you and now he always say, "I'm busy, go ask Gen, Ryusui or Chrome about it."

It went on for weeks and now it's your birthday.

Most of the people you're with probably knows it's your birthday today. Gen gave you flowers as a gift for her couldn't really buy you anything from this stone world. While Ryusui just gave you a lot of those 'money'.

Senku of course witnessed when Gen gave you those flowers and got irritated by it.

You didn't want to others to tell Senku that it's your birthday today and told them to just go on with their day.

As the day went on, Senku didn't even greet you a happy birthday. You just convinced yourself that he has a lot of things going on with his mind that time and it isn't a big deal

The next day, Senku heard you conversing with Gen again. Curious, he eavesdropped as he pretend to do the task at hand

"Did Senku gave you anything yesterday?"

He was confused on why Gen asked that. What was yesterday? It's just any normal day, right?

"Oh, yeah he actually gave me a birthday gift last night! It was a really pretty bracelet."

He paused at what he was doing, suddenly remembering why you asked him if he forgot anything last night

"No I didn't, I'm pretty sure I already did all of the things I needed to do."

"I see.. anyways, I'm gonna go to sleep. Good night, Senku"

He looked at where you are, seeing you showing Gen the bracelet he already gave you back when this all happened.

Gen knows that you were lying to him of course. The eyes don't lie and your eyes are filled nothing but sadness.

"It's really pretty, huh? I'm sure it took a lot of time crafting that," he said going along with your acting.

"Yeah, it is. I'm just glad he didn't forgot."

❝ 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 ❞

MIKEY + MILF!READER

18+, mommy kink, age gap (20x38), mentions of teenage pregnancy, sex work and Single parenting, creampie, oral, switch!mikey, petnames "mommy, mama, mami" readers skin color is not mentioned, all characters are over 18

Mikey was lusting after his best friend's hot mom for 2 years, and he just needed to act on it

This is just a repost of one of my old writings

When you had ken you were really young, about 17. 

and his scumbag of a father left you alone with him, you were a busy and hard-working woman to give your son a good life but the money you earned in your day job wasn't enough, so you thought becoming a sex worker might be the only solution left.

And it was, I mean there were a lot of bad things but You found a lot of caring and sweet friends who understood your struggle and what you were going through, you even had the chance to live there for free (as long as you brought in a lot of money)

It was perfect, maybe not the best for your son to grow up into but you tried your best to give him everything he wanted. 

He was now 21 years old and you lived in a little home now, ken would still visit you every day. and he sometimes brought his friends with him. 

You knew every one of his friends by now, but ken hated bringing them to you because every time he did, baji would whistle and say shit like "your mom is fucking hot" and kazutora would loudly agree, then those horny motherfuckers would Talk about how young you look and obviously how you are a "milf". 

Draken would always threaten to kill them if they didn't shut the fuck up. Mikey though, he always kept quiet. He wouldn't be joking about wanting to fuck you, he really wants to. He always thought you were pretty and told you that he will marry you when he grew up. But he was 20 now, he doesn't need to marry you. 

Even though he would like to, he doesn't want to be Ken's step-dad. 

You were baking right now, it was one of your cute Hobbies, you're a perfect trophy wife. And suddenly the doorbell rang "coming!" You announced. When you opened the door, that adorable smile met him 

"Kenny you are pretty early today-" but it wasn't ken at all, it was his friend "Manjiro! Sweetie! how nice to see you." You smiled friendly and went to hug him, he wrapped his arms around you and he could feel as your big tits were pressed against his chest. 

You never wore Bras, to which ken would scold you for when you were around his friends. But mikey sure as hell didn't mind, he liked staring at your tits through your way too tight shirts 

"ken is not here yet, but you can still come in if you want to, honey" Oh he knew ken wasn't here yet, he knew he would arrive in 4 hours. That will be enough time for Mikey to make you cum so much you won't remember anything but his name. 

He nodded as you made way for him to come into your comfy house "thank you miss ryuuguji" you laughed and slapped his arm playfully "I told you so many times, just call me (y/n), honey~" he giggled and sat down on your couch "do you want anything? Something to drink or something to eat?" You asked placing your hand on his shoulder, it was like you just want to get your guts rearranged by him "something to eat, I'm starving" you started walking to the kitchen 

"what are you craving right now?" 

Your pussy. 

"Mhh, I will eat anything you give me, Mami" you laughed at the nickname and searched for some sweets in the cabinets. As you were looking for something you didn't notice that Mikey stood in the doorway, watching you bend over. 

He knew it, you wear thongs and not normal panties. He felt his cock already hard and twitching in his jeans, as he kept looking at your exposed ass and covered pussy lips. 

His hand automatically went to his crotch and Massage his erection, you finally found something and got up. As you turned around you got the living shit scared out of you when Mikey Was right behind you "AH! manjiro you scared me!" Your laugh was always music to his ears 

"yeah? Did I?" He smiled looking down at you, was he flirting with you? You brushed it off as him just joking around and just giggled "yeah you did! My poor heart I could've gotten a heart attack!" Mikey laughed and placed his hands on your waist "you're not that old yet! you're only like 30" you giggled again "aww you little charmer~" he wasn't that wrong but you were almost 40. 

Mikey pushed you closer to him and you could feel his erection against your tummy "m-manjiro?" You were taken off guard by his Actions and erection. "Hm? What is it, mama?" He whispered as his hand went down to lift your skirt and grab your ass "ah~ m-manjiro y-you cant- mh" your ass felt so soft in his palm and ass he sunk his fingers into your skin it felt even softer and forced him to think about how it would jiggle when he could fuck you from the back "I can't?" He grinned "then why are you moaning?" 

He was right, why are you moaning? Because you liked it. You liked the fact that this was wrong, and besides Mikey was a handsome man for sure and he was built pretty well. 

"I- uh-...ahh!" His finger stretched your thong to just let it snap back against your ass "you like it, don't lie to yourself, Mami" he purred as his hand went back to Massage your ass, it felt good. After you quit your job at the brothel you haven't had sex since 4 years, you didn't have the time to find yourself a Partner or even just go out to a Bar. "M-manjiro..please.." you whispered against his lips "please what." He grabbed your face softly "p-please...f-fuck me.." god, not a single word could describe how bad he wanted you.

You two were breathlessly kissing eachother on the way to your bedroom.

you laid down on your bed and spread your legs, Mikey just smiled and got on top of you, caging you in between his Arms "dirty Mama." 

He whispered and kissed you, his fingers fumbled with the bottom of your shirt to pull it over your head "such pretty tits~" a little giggle left your mouth as his hands began to grope your soft tits and started running his tongue over your nipple "ahh..darling..please just" you didn't finish your request and just pushed him by the hips towards you, pressing his heavy cock against your slick folds. 

"Oh fuck, you're a vixen you know that, Mami?" He breathed against your lips before he took his cock and slowly slid it into you while keeping eye contact. In all of your years of being a sex worker, you never had someone this big that felt this good "ngh! Slowly, slowly! 's too big!" to which the man above you just chuckled breathlessly 

"I'm too big? Poor mami can't take it?" He teased. You didn't even listen to him and pushed him onto the bed so that you were now on top of him. you managed to shut him up pretty easily. 

his whole face was a cute pink color "m-mami?" This was also a dream of his, to have you ride him and maybe grip his throat till he Passes out "shush, just let me try to fit the whole thing in" Mikey bit his bottom lip as he watched you sliding his whole length into your tight pussy. 

Being inside your pussy was a whole other type of heaven "o-ohhh- m-Mami-" his hands started to grip the sheets while his eyes slightly rolled back "mikey, honey..you feel so good ah~" you started rolling your hips against him without any warning, mikeys back began to arch upwards 

"oh my god-" your moaning form on top of him was enough to make him cum there on the spot, but Mikey needed to control himself. 

He really wanted to make you feel just as good. But at the moment he had some problems, he was pulling at the sheets and biting his lip a little too hard that you started to worry "honey, want me to pull it out?" Mikey only heard the 'pull out?' part and frantically shook his head 

"n-no, please..keep going, mama" he opened his tear glistening eyes slowly and looked up at you "please..don't stop till you make a mess on it.." again, you couldn't deny mikey anything. And the way he begged to make you feel good warmed your heart and gush around his cock 

"okay sweetie..but tell me when it's too much, okay?" You asked sweetly with a hand caressing his cheek in a comforting way, Mikey leaned into your touch and nodded. With his nod, you started to bounce your hips up and down on his length "ahhh~ you feel so good, darling- ah!" It already hit all the right places inside you, you felt like you will be addicted to his feeling after this.. 

Mikey lifted his hand to grab one of your tits again and play with it softly "s-so fucking soft- ugh.." he already felt so fucking close "l-lay down o-on the pillow, mama" he rasped. 

And you obviously listened to your sweet mikeys request and laid your head on the pillow. Mikey got back in between your legs and started kissing you while he slid his cock back into your warm and welcoming walls. Your pussy started twitching around him when he started to pound into you 

"AH- H-HONEY- s-slow down or im g-gonna cum!" you stuttered while your pussy messily wet his pelvis and cock. 

"That's what I want mama, please cum..I wanna make you cum-" mikeys pounding turned into animalistic thrusting. 

If he kept this pace up would do exactly what you warned him about. But like he said. That is what Mikey wants that's what he wanted for two years now..to make his best friends mom cum on his cock "oh f-fuck- g-gonna cum, Mami" you could barely hear him saying it..so you, without a Single thought, wrapped your legs around his hips to keep him in place. 

"M-Mami! If you keep me like this I might- c-cum in- ahh!" Before he could finish his sentence, your pussy was creaming and spasming around his sensitive cock "aaaah~ s-sweetie- cum, baby..c-cum inside!" Mikey thought he didn't hear you right, you want him to cum inside you? He certainly won't deny you. 

So he came inside with a loud and whiny moan, hot and sticky ropes filling you up "mommy- mommy..nghh.." as he was riding out his high he buried his face between your tits while you grabbed onto his hair "g-good boy ahhh..m' so proud of my pretty manjiro.." 

you could feel him slow down and smile against your sweat covered tits, but then he lifted his head and sat up "Mama.. can you go another round?" He asked while pulling his black tanktop over his head..god his body is crafted by the gods- 

"o-of course..anything for my manjiro.." you gave him a fucked out smile. It surprised and confused you as he stood up and walk to the door though. "What are you doing, darling?" You asked sitting up, Mikey turned around, smiling at you as he locked the door 

"it would be kind of embarrassing if ken-chin came in here while I'm fucking his hot mommy."

You just giggled and played with your hair "come back to bed now, baby..wanna take care of you before kenny comes home"

DR. STONE X GHOSTBUSTERS CROSSOVER

Title: Paranormal Science

Ishigami Senku x Reader

Summary: Reader, the granddaughter of Egon Spengler, teams up with Senku, Taiju, and Yuzuriha to revive the Ghostbusters, blending science and the supernatural to capture escaped spirits. Despite Senku’s skepticism, he helps develop advanced ghost-hunting tech. Just as they begin mastering their roles, the world is petrified, putting their mission on hold until Senku awakens to rebuild civilization.

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The first time Senku Ishigami met her, it was at a university science exhibition. He had gone to showcase a prototype for a new energy-efficient chemical reaction model, while she was there demonstrating a high-powered containment unit for capturing unstable particles—technology based on her grandfather’s research, though she never outright said it was for ghosts.

Senku had been intrigued at first, analyzing her work with genuine curiosity, until he saw the blueprints of a proton pack tucked into her folder.

“Wait a second,” Senku said, snatching up the design paper with a raised eyebrow. “This looks suspiciously like those Ghostbusters from thr 90s schematic. You’re telling me you’re working on paranormal research?”

(Y/N) grinned, tilting her head. “Not just research. Practical application.”

Senku scoffed, crossing his arms. “Ghosts don’t exist. Everything has a scientific explanation.”

(Y/N) arched a brow. “You sure about that, scientist boy?”

The debate had gone on for over an hour, drawing in a small crowd of amused onlookers. Taiju and Yuzuriha had shown up halfway through, watching in equal parts awe and exasperation as the two geniuses launched into a verbal sparring match about the nature of the supernatural.

“The human brain is predisposed to hallucinations under certain conditions,” Senku argued. “What people call ‘ghost sightings’ can be explained by electromagnetic fields interfering with brain activity. Simple as that.”

(Y/N) smirked. “Then explain why your electromagnetic interference theory doesn’t account for full-body apparitions, objects moving independently, or recorded thermal fluctuations.”

“Tch. Misinterpretations and coincidences. There’s no empirical proof of spectral entities.”

(Y/N) leaned closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Then you won’t mind visiting a haunted site with me to test that theory?”

Senku hesitated, and that moment of doubt made her grin even wider.

That was the beginning of their strange friendship. They respected each other’s intelligence, even if their views clashed. For months after their first meeting, they continued their rivalry, testing theories, challenging each other’s perspectives, and eventually working together when an unexpected event forced them to.

Everything changed when the Entity escaped.

It was a powerful ghost—one of the most dangerous spirits Egon Spengler and his team had ever captured. Decades ago, the Ghostbusters had sealed it away in a reinforced containment unit, hidden from the world. But time had weakened the barriers, and the Entity had broken free, bent on finishing what it started—destroying the world.

As Egon’s only descendant, it was now (Y/N)’s responsibility to stop it, permanently.

Unfortunately, Senku, Taiju, and Yuzuriha accidentally got involved. One moment, they were in the lab, making a machine that can turn plastic bottle caps into a usable petroleum, senku was currently working on a mew project(he can't just be a ghostbuster forever, he wants to go to the moon after all) the next they were running for their lives from a rampaging spectral nightmare.

“Okay, I’ll admit—this is terrifying!!” Taiju panted, dodging a flying chair.

“SENKU, Can you do something about this?!” Yuzuriha shrieked as a spectral claw swiped inches from her face.

“…Tch. Fine. I think I can” Senku gritted his teeth. “Ghosts aren’t supposed to be real, but this thing is obviously something.”

He had no choice but to throw his logic out the window and help (Y/N) trap the Entity before it could cause more damage. Together, they reassembled the old Ghostbusters’ equipment, upgraded it, and became an unlikely team. Senku, against his better judgment, became the team’s chief scientist, helping (Y/N) develop even more advanced ghost-catching technology. Taiju, with his sheer strength, handled the heavy lifting, and Yuzuriha provided agility and strategy.

Thus, the New Ghostbusters were born.

It was chaos. It was thrilling. And, much to Senku’s dismay, it was real.

For months, they worked together, tracking down supernatural anomalies, recapturing rogue spirits, and sealing away the Entity’s power.

Their first real ghost capture as a team didn’t go as smoothly as they had hoped.

(Y/N) had managed to track down a rogue spirit haunting an abandoned warehouse, and they knew they needed transportation. It wasn’t hard to find it—the old Ecto-1 was still hidden away, gathering dust in an old storage unit that (Y/N)’s family owned.

“Are we really doing this?” Taiju asked, looking between the rusted car and the gleam in (Y/N)’s eyes.

“Of course we are,” Senku said, already prying open the hood. “But first, we need to make sure this thing actually runs.”

Hours of fixing later, they had the car up and running. But there was just one problem.

“We don’t have a license,” Yuzuriha pointed out.

“No problem,” Senku smirked. “I already hacked into the system and forged us IDs. Yuzuriha, congratulations—you’re officially eighteen with a valid driver’s license.”

“…Senku, that’s illegal.”

“Tch. I've been doung that since I'm what? less than 7 years old?” Senku said with snake like tongue. "There's no illegal in science as long as we move forward!!"

Decked out in the original Ghostbusters uniforms (refitted to their sizes), they hit the road, siren blaring. The thrill of driving an iconic car, breaking multiple traffic laws, and going after a ghost made their adrenaline spike.

Once inside the haunted warehouse, they activated their proton packs. The ghost, a poltergeist with a nasty attitude, shrieked and threw debris at them.

“On my mark!” (Y/N) shouted, dodging a flying crate. “Three, two—NOW!”

Senku and (Y/N) fired their proton streams, locking the ghost in place while Taiju leaped in, tossing the ghost trap beneath it.

“Hit it!” Yuzuriha stomped on the pedal, and the trap sucked the ghost in, snapping shut with a satisfying click.

Silence. Then, laughter. or in rhis case, Senku slumpung out of exhaustion, I don't think he's build for this tyoe of work, he's a scrawny guy, a stick... literally.

“That was awesome!” Taiju beamed.

“No Taiju kun, that was dangerous,” Yuzuriha huffed. “And highly illegal might I add”

(Y/n) smirked. “Heh. Welcome to fhe world of supernatural I guess, as a scientist this gadgets and traps is really awesome”

Meanwhile, Senku narrow his eyes at (Y/) "though i doubt this is what a logical scientist should do".

"Oh just drop it already and accept this new part of your reality, you leek".

As they drove off into the night, siren wailing, they had no idea that their adventures were only beginning.

Through it all, Senku found himself drawn to (Y/N) in ways he never expected. She was his opposite yet his equal, a scientist at heart but a believer in the unknown. They argued constantly, debated endlessly, and somewhere along the way… fell for each other.

Their relationship was slow, a natural progression of intellectual admiration turning into something more. Late-night research sessions turned into long conversations about science and the supernatural, which turned into playful banter and stolen glances. Senku, ever the logical mind, found himself enjoying her company more than he anticipated. (Y/N) found comfort in someone who challenged her but never dismissed her entirely.

...well that is until a bright green light decided to swallow the entirety of earth, turning every human to stone.

~End

'𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢' - 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 / 𝑨𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐 𝑿 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒖 𝑿 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧) Part 1

'𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑'

Yandere! Bonten! Mikey X Bonten! Akashi Haruchiyo X Big sister! Reader

⚠︎ WARNING ⚠︎ : Yandere! Mikey, age-gap between Mikey and reader (she/reader is 1 year older than Takeomi which is she was 38 y/o in timeskip), mention of killing, possessive and obsessive Mikey, dark content, one-sided love, unhealthy thought, unhealthy 'love'? (I dunno how to say lol) delusional Mikey, mention of marriage, some misspelled and wrong translation, Manga spoiler, this is going to be a bit long fanfic ehe :3, let me know if Im missing something. Not really edited since im catch a cold and feeling bit dizzy :(

Y/ N ➪ Pink (♥︎)

Mikey ➪ Orange (♥︎)

Sanzu ➪ Blue (♥︎)

Takeomi ➪ Dark Purple (♥︎)

Senju ➪ Red (♥︎)

Shinichiro ➪ Green (♥︎)

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Haru watching you playing with his king's hair while he purring at your lap, and somehow he feels disgusted by his king action.

"Y/n-chin...your hands is...so soft..."

"Is that so, Jirou?"

"Mhm..yeah, please dont stop playing with my hair..."

You were the eldest in the Akashi Siblings, the most softest amongst them. You loves children, that makes people loves you and how sweet your voices are. In other words, ladylike. Even Shinichiro falling for you.

You're surely different from your other three siblings, the 2nd son, Akashi Takeomi was a delinquent. 3rd son Akashi Haruchiyo also a delinquent, and the youngest Akashi Senju, worst, a boss of delinquent. You're just you, florist and a bakery.

Even since kids, if Haru had a problem, he will go to you and talk about it. And you will hug him, comfort him, whispering sweet nothing lulling him to sleep. Making him forgot about his problem. Haru loves you more than his other siblings, everytime Takeomi being mean at him, you're the first person would know about it. You already advice the scarred man for being fair towards his two youngest siblings cuz as much as you can see, Takeomi always babying Senju more than Haru and you dislikes that.

"Be fair, Omi." "Im already was, nee-san..." "No, you aren't." "Tch."

And about other children, you absolutely loves the Sano Siblings, Mikey always get babied like he always be. He was clingy to you and would sleep or sit on your lap if you go to his house, he even persuade you to having a sleepover at his house so that he can cuddle you to sleep. Of course, Shinichiro wouldnt let him, that's making him sulking at the corner like a baby. You convince him that you will come back tomorrow.

"Stop being a baby, Mikey. Let her go."

"Im not being a baby! Im just want a cuddle!"

"You think everyone have a lot of free time like your ass?"

"Shin, it's fine. Also, Jirou. I will come here tomorrow and I will bring you to the park with Haru. We will eat ice cream together, okay?"

"You promise?"

'Yes!"

"...Okay..."

The next day you coming, Takeomi was talking with Shinichiro while Senju and Haru was playing with Mikey and Baji. Mikey was bragging about how cool his toy to his friends. It was an airplane made by his brother. He always excited to show it to you.

"Look! Look! Y/N-Chin! isn't my airplane cool?!"

"Wahh! That model looks so cool! Onee-Chan! I want one, too!!" Senju seems to be so mesmerized with the airplane, seeing her happy making your heart go warm.

"Hey man, that's not girlish of you!" Takeomi added.

"Yeah it's cool, Jirou. I will buy it for you if you promise to keep it well, Sen."

"YAYYY!! ONEE-CHAN IS THE BEST!!" Senju beamed.

"DON'T ENCOURAGE HER LIKE THAT, NEE-SAN!" Said the scarred man.

"Also. Oi Haruchiyo! Have you realized that you've been teaching Senju the wrong words? Since I'm not leaving home anymore you have to set a good example for her! You can't rely everything on Y/N! Do you get it?!"

"I'm sorry, big bro Take..." Haru said in sad tone. You knew he was doing his best to set a good example to Senju, but it seems never to be enough for Takeomi.

"Omi, he trying his best for it. You shouldn't say something like that. Haru, go tell Jirou to get ready. I will bring him to the park with you guys after asking a permission from Shinichiro." You said while petting his head.

"There you go babying him again.." Takeomi sighed at your antics. He doesnt get why are you babying Haru so much cuz to him, Haru is a boy, he need to learn to be more mature and more responsible. Although, he already is.

Waiting almost 30 minutes at the outside, you suddenly feel something not right in the Sano's residence. Your guts telling you that something is happening in there so you enter the residence again searching the kids and then you heard someone screaming at the backyard. Is Keisuke's voice. You feels panicked. You immadiately running to the backyard to see what happening.

As soon as you arrive, you feels dizzy, the smells of bloods struck your nose making you feel like you're going to vomit. But then you saw Senju trembling while looking at Mikey and Haru...Haru...

His mouth was ripped...

You gasp, and screaming loudly, loud enough to caught Takeomi and Shinichiro's attention. You left no time sprinting towards to protect Haru from Mikey. You dont know what happening, but you believe Mikey has his own reason for this. And Haru doesnt deserve any of this.

"MIKEY STOP! YOU SCARES EVERYONE HERE!"

"Nee-chan...mo- move..Mik-Mikey will hurt-.. yo- ..you..too..."

"Yeah, move, woman." Mikey's voice sound so venomous enough to sending shiver down to your spine. But there is no way you're going to move. Haru needs you, eventho he scared right now he still wants you to move. Before Mikey could do anything to you, Shinichiro and Takeomi already come and stop him. They are a bit late. "MIKEY!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU HAVE DONE?!" Shinichiro shouted from both panicked and anger but it falls deaf on Mikey's ear as he sending you a death glare, giving a sign for you to move or he will causing a violence on you too but he's trying to remember you at the same time.

You walked slowly to him, trying to not causing any scene and stopped right infront of him. Cup his cheeks when he dont give any sign to fight back. "Jirou...it's me, Y/N. Do you remember? We promise to having picnic at the park together today, no?" Mikey stumble a bit as he recognize your voice. "Wake up, Mikey. It's fine. I'm here. You're safe here." All of a sudden Mikey was crying, he finally 'wake up' to face the the reality. His eyes already turn to the normal one. His mouth was open but nothing come out, he felt numb and then he passed out in your arm.

Haru on the other hand already taken by Takeomi to the hospital as you take your time to distract Mikey earlier. His wounds are bad. Blood didnt stop from coming out. The doctor was horrified and asking how he got the wounds which Takeomi dont know how to answer. Takeomi just claiming that Haru got attacked by some delinquent who are targetting him before but ended up hurting his little brother instead of him. He couldn't risk Mikey being in juvie in such young age either.

Even since that incident, Mikey locked himself in his room. Sanzu cant get out from the hospital yet since there is some part of his body also injured. Mikey refuse to get out, not even when Shinichiro buys him a dorayaki and taiyaki. You would visit Haru three times a week due how busy you're. But now you want to visit Mikey cuz Shinichiro inform you that Mikey locked himself and refuse to get out to get some fresh air. As soon as you arrive, Shinichiro immadiately welcoming you with his usually big smile and ask your day which reply you with fine. When you arrive at Mikey's room door you could hear a sobs coming out from in there.

"About Haru..." Shinichiro bowed down as a signal to apologize. "I'm sorry for my little brother wrong doing, Y/N. And thank you for not doing a report about it..." "It's fine, Shin. It's out of our control after all...Well, how is him?" "Just the same..he never go out..." "Can I talk to him a bit?" You asked, Shinichiro wasn't really sure about that since Mikey also didnt want to listen to him. "I will take the key's room, but I dont know if he want to talk to you..."

While Shinichiro searching the key, you knocked the door to get some Mikey's attention. Unfortunately, you got nothing. "Jirou, it's me, Y/N. I come to visit you, dear. Can we talk a bit?" Still got no response from him you just sighed in defeat. "Here's the key." "Thank you, Shin. Jirou, I open the door now.." silently open the door, you saw Mikey next to his bed while holding his precious broken airplane, he flinching at the sound of closed door and looking straight to you who just entering his room.

Mikey looks so disheveled, the airbag under his eyes was shown. He just stop crying for now. You slowly walk to him and sit infront of him giving a small smile. Mikey didn't say nothing but he still looking at you with wide eyes. Without hesitation, you give him a tight hug but not tight enough to make him suffocate. No words is need to be spoken, you knew this is better than leaving Mikey alone is his room. It make him feels loved and safe. He was cling onto you right now and resting his head on your chest. Not long after that, he fell asleep. You tug him to his bed and kiss his forehead. Shinichiro just sigh in relief. His heart warming at the scene of you taking care Mikey. "I make him a dorayakis, tell him to eat it later".

Few years passed and both of them are not going to be the same. Haru ran away from home and Mikey was suffering from losing Baji (and Shinichiro). The reason why Haru ran away is he thought you dont loves him anymore, that you just keep yourself quiet after you knew the person who broke Mikey's airplane. It's Senju. After one year passed, Haru recover from his wounds but it left a big scars at the corner of his mouth. "Dont cover it, Haru. It's pretty." "No, it's not." But Haru cant live without you, you are his light and he need his light to lightening his day. He always finds himself come back to you. He may hates his two other sibling but he can't bring himself to hate you. He even swore to himself that he's not going to come back to the Akashi Family. He swore that he's going to payback for what his little sister had done to him. He won't use the Akashi anymore. And that's how...

Haruchiyo Sanzu was born into this world while Akashi Haruchiyo, someone you loves most was 6 feet in the underground

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tokyo revengers | mikey ⏤ 07:27

not proofread ; please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes made ; mikey x 'cute'-obsessed reader

warnings : inappropriate language + violence ; attempted sexual assault

"cute!" you cheer in the face of the peach-haired girl before you.

"e-excuse me?" she's in disbelief, how could you be so cheery after needing to be saved from a group of bullies.

"you're so cute!" you exclaim in your cheeriest voice, eyes scrunched up in how happy you were to have met such a good person, "what's your name?"

"Tachibana Hinata," she smiles, shrugging off your odd behaviour and outstretches a hand.

"Hina-chan!" ignoring her outstretched hand, you pull her into a tight embrace, "Thank you for saving me! Let's become good friends!" you didn't need saving from those two-faced bitches but if it meant you got a precious friend, it didn't matter.

"Ehhh?!"

"are you saying you don't want to be friends?" you put on the water works and pull your puffy lips into a pitiful pout, loosening your arms around her. did she not want to be friends?

"i-i didn't mean that, it's just unexpected is all..." hinata excuses, unable to say no to your pitiable look.

"how come?" you tilt your head in curiosity, "you're a really good person so why don't people want to be your friend?"

"th-thank you..." she flushes pink as you giggle.

"so very cute~"

that day, you and hinata became the best of friends.

you had quickly realised that you and hinata didn't go to the same school and immediately got to work on transferring. there's no way you would be able to be without hinata for long, she's simply the cutest person you've ever seen so with your pleading and deceit, you were able to transfer to mizo middle school. you were even able to transfer into her class. it was perfect!

hinata was quite overwhelmed but after some time, she came to understand your unique clinginess and obsession over cute things. the way you phrase things aren't indicative of your true intentions but they were your way of communicating and hinata respected that, she's come to love it actually. not a day goes by that's boring when it's spent with you. whenever you're around each other, she feels safe and happy. hinata also loves how you support her hers and takimichi's relationship after concluding that he was cute too and that the couple were the cutest together.

cute cute cute! you love the word. you love cute things, cute fashion and cute people. if someone were to describe you, it would be cute. and the number one thing you hated were all things ugly, ugly fashion, and especially ugly people. they were the worst. ugly things didn't have a place on this world. they should all be locked away and never to be seen again!

you were just grateful that you were able to meet the cutest person ever and it was all through hina-chan and takemichi. she had grown quite worried over takemichi's sudden change in behaviour and the sudden bruises, cuts and scars that suddenly appear on his skin. you didn't like it either, a cute person like takemichi shouldn't be getting hurt so badly and so often.

frustratingly, neither of you could find any explanation for it until takemichi was being kidnapped by a person called mikey during school. you wanted to handle it yourself but respected mina's wish to do things for her boyfriend. just to be on the safe side however, you kept to the side and eyed the scene, gauging from afar if this mikey person was going to turn out cute of ugly.

unexpectedly, he turned to be the cutest person you've ever scene. and he was actually friends with takemichi!

"s-so cute!" you squeak out, eyes staring lovestruck at mikey just as he's about to turn away with takemichi and his also-cute-but-not-as-cute-tall-friend. in your awestruck state, you completely dismiss the look of disbelief on the tall blonde's face, choosing instead to continue staring at the unbothered shorter blonde that looks you up and down with a straight face.

did you not just see what the two could have done to both hina and takemichi or the trail of beaten up bodies down the hallway? drakes couldn't believe his eyes or ears. nobody has ever called the commander of the tokyo manji gang 'cute' before. certainly not accompanied with such a loving sigh.

taking in your cutesy appearance, the commander and vice assume you're nothing but a lovesick middle schooler whose experiencing nothing of the cruelness the world has to offer. not thinking much of you, mikey spares you only a simple glance over before turning away with takemichi and draken, commencing your one-sided love.

whenever takemichi could take hina to a toman meeting, you had to tag along, the first time of you joining the two, you made quite the impression on the captains as well as the other members considering your unique way of expressing how you see things.

everyone was cute, especially the captains and their vice captains but the cutest to you was mikey and you made sure that anyone who asked knew. even though mikey didn't care for your biased disposition towards him, you didn't care. you were perfectly happy with simply being able to be around the gang commander. mikey didn't think you were as interesting as takemichi or hina but you were a close friend of the two (and quickly became friends with emma too) so he tolerated your presence whenever you were around.

the captains and their vice captains felt quite pitiful towards you seeing as they saw you as such an innocent but loveable and bubbly person. seeing such a cute girl openly pin for their commander but not getting a single crumb of attention yet being perfectly okay with it was hard to watch. to remedy that, they all silently agreed to spend time with you, somewhat, in mikey's place.

on occasion, you would braid baji's hair and draw cute doodles or cats or adorable sayings on draken's arms, hands and neck. you'd read and trade mangas with chifuyu, regularly went out with kazutora, who hated being at home, and helped hakkai with his fear of girls by simply accompanying him, choosing to communicate in note form rather than talking. he just felt more comfortable that way and appreacitated that you respected him for it. you had hot ramen eating competitions with pah and peh, made by the twins and helped inspire fashion designs for mitsuya, you also helped out with his sisters on occasion just so he could have more free time. you grew on them as they grew on you and, over time, you all eventually came to see one another as family.

"everyone is so cute! i love toman!" it warmed their hearts to see you so happy and to love their group as much as they did. they never would have guessed that such a cute obsessed girl would hold affection for a delinquent gang but they didn't understand your language not in the way hina does.

hina knows that they'll eventually come to understand you the way she does and she doesn't know whether to feel excited or nervous because the other side of you was quite terrifying but fit into the lifestyle of toman perfectly.

"i'm starved..." baji grumbles from beside you, making you perk up with your usual peppy smile.

"why don't i go on a snack run for you and the others?" you offer, happy to help your cute and dear friends.

"we'll join you," emma says with her arm wrapped around hina's, who doesn't complain at being dragged along.

"yay! snack run with the girls!" the three of you giggle and go on your way before anyone else could protest, not that they could join you, things were still being discussed so business went on as usual and, eventually, the meeting was over and the members slowly dispersed but there was something missing,

the meeting was over and you still weren't back with snacks.

"where's the food?!" baji groans, clutching at his grumbling stomach.

"i don't think that's the main issue here, baji-san," chifuyu says with a stern face.

"chifuyu's right, where are the girls?" mitsuya chimes, worry and dread beginning to creep in.

on que, mikey jumps down from his elevated perch and starts heading to the steps of the shrine.

"lets go see what's taking them so long, i wanted snacks too," agreeing, the captains and their second in commands follow close behind, their steps hurried and ringing with concern for emma, hina and you.

"help! someone please!" emma's distressed screams throw the boys into a panic and immediately rush to the blonde, her arms flailing about in desperation.

"emma! what the hell's going on?" draken gets to her first and immediately begins his questioning as his eyes roam her exposed arms and legs, eventually sighing in relief at the lack of bruising and cuts.

"this group of creeps approached us after we bought the snacks for everyone and tried to touch us up," everyone's jaws clenched with anger and disgust, why did they let the three of you go alone in the first place? wasn't that why they created their gang? "we tried to walk away but one of them ended up getting to touch hina and (y/n) tried to protect her!" emma choked up as she pointed to the alley several feet away, "i managed to get away but-"

"hina!" takemichi cried, rushing to the scene with mikey beside him and the others close behind, emma clutching at draken's hand for comfort as they trailed last.

'(y/n)' mikey thought, your sweetly smiling face appearing in his mind. you never interested him but he's grown to appreciate and sometimes even search for your cheerful voice in the crowd of his gathered men. he knew you were a cutesy airhead but you couldn't be so stupid as to stand against someone that could hurt you.

rushing to the alleyway, they prepared themselves for the worst but were dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before them instead.

"didn't i tell you that if you touched any of them, i'd break your arm?" your voice was as cold as ice as your eyes were darkened and dulled, without their usual shine. they found it hard to believe if that was actually the (y/n) they knew. you looked and sounded like an entirely different person, "no quit crying!" you snapped, a murderous tone to your voice as you begin to fold the kneeling man's arm uncomfortably. you distorted it to the point of his bones cracking painfully as his friends watched in horror. the man had began to scream from the pain but you were having none of it, "shut up, ugly!" you viciously kneed him in the face.

"what the fuck?" smiley voiced in disbelief, too stunned to move at the scene. hina stood behind you with her eyes shut tight and her hands covering her ears. did you ask her to do that?

"all of you ugly shits deserve to rot in hell!" you barked and began to beat up the closest man as the rest scattered, "not cute at all," you expressed with unadulterated disgust beginning to punch the creep in the face repeatedly, "ugly...ugly...ugly, ugly ugly, ugly!" even though he fell limply to the floor, you raise your foot and begin to kick the living crap out of him with every shout of the one word they so rarely hear from you, "ugly! Ugly! UgLy! Ugly! UglY! UGLY!!!!"

you could have very well beat the man to death if it weren't for hina pulling you away frantically.

"(y/n)! that's enough! he's had enough!"

mikey slowly begins to smirk at the scene. interesting.

thoughts? if y/n and mikey got together, do you think they’d have an interesting dynamic?

navi. | next.

Compliment

Jack dawkins x f!reader

1,3k words

Summery: you wake up together and spend time as he escortes you to a social gathering

Request: HIII!! I really liked your posts and if you are okay with writing how jack dawkins spends his day of with the reader I would really be happy!🫶🏻💗

A/N: thank you! This makes me so happy if I get feedback and request. I hope you like this bit of fluff with jack. I wanted to highlight his cocky personality a bit.

Fluff

It was a lazy morning for you both. It was one of the rare days that both you and jack had taken a day off.

You lay tangled together on jack's small bed. Your arm draped over his belly, your head snuggled up against his arm. He was the first awake so he gladly took the chance to observe you.

It was a weird feeling for him to see you lay snuggled up in his arms. Your warmth against his side. Of course he had been physically close with a lot of women. But he never felt someone he loved snuggle up to him in their sleep. In fact had he never really felt love. The only one he always had was fagin. And he wasn't excactly the most warm and loving person.

You introduced him to love so to say. And he was just beginning to learn what it meant. It is a unsetteling feeling to suddenly not only care about his own wellbeing but yours too. When not even more.

It made him want to pull you closer to him to protect you at all times. Wether it was because he grew up constantly living agitated in fear or every men felt this way, he didn't know.

Usually jack was a confident, if not cocky man but this feeling made him crave your care. He'd never admit this but he wanted you to fuss over him. He felt like a child in these moments and he thought himself pathetic for it. Still he loved it when you made him something to eat, pulled his clothes straight, cleaned dirt of his face, went through his hair or even helped him bathe.

He smiled at you softly. You looked adorable to him. Your mouth slightly opened, your breaths tickled his arm slightly. With every breath he took your arm moved up and down with his belly.

Jack waited in this position until you fluttered your eyelids open and groggily took in the place you were at.

"Mornin', love" he grinned at the sleepy look on your face.

"Morning" you smiled and buried your head into his chest. You sighed contently. Hugging his arm to your chest. "How long have you been staring at me for?" You giggle as you breathed in the scent of him.

"Mhm a while." He grinned.

"Creep." You giggled.

"You know you love it."

He pulled his arms around you to pull you on top of him. You laughed as you struggled to get out of his grip. But he held you thight. "You're not getting away from me." He grinned.

You huffed in defeat and let yourself slump on top of him. He let out a small 'oof' at your sudden weight resting on him but he still held his arms thighly around you. "I win?" He teased.

You pouted. "You're awfully strong for a lanky man."

"I was a soldier and a sailor darlin' " he smirked and gave you a wink. You snorted but there was a loving smile on your lips.

He rolled you both around to position himself above you before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours softly. You hummed contently as you kissed him back. Your hand pulling up to his hair.

He pecked your lips one last time before removing himself from you and standing up from the bed. He searched his room for his clothes and started to get dressed while you watched. He looked around for his waistcoat and you spotted it on the backrest of the bed, pulled it off and brought it over to him.

You held it up for him to slip in and he obliged happily. Your hand rested on his waist when you turned him around to face you. You buttoned up the waistcoat and pulled it straight, your eyes switching up to his eyes again. "This blue suits you."

His whole face lights up. "Thank you. You think it looks good?"

You absenently straighten the fabric of his trousers. "You look very handsome."

Jack grins. "Thank you love." He kisses your cheek.

You pull your clothing for the day on too and ask for his help in binding your corset.

With skilled fingers he pulled it close and made a ribbon at the end. "Does it fit well?"

"Yes. Thank you."

All set jack opened the door and held his arm out to you.

"May I escort you my lady?" You curtsied and took his arm. "Gladly mister."

He escorted you outside of the hospital while putting his hat on. The sun was shining brightly again which almost made it too warm in all the layers of clothing. Jack did have a free day but he was expected to attend a social gathering from the governor. So you were on your way to this social gathering you knew very little about, jack after asking him, knew not much more himself.

It was held in a hall as you arrived and jack greeted a lot of people politely. You curtsied and held your hand out a lot of times as you were expected as jacks companion.

"Dr Dawkins." A relatively tall man with sideburns and a mustache greeted him with obvious distaste as he shook jack's hand.

"Dr Sneed." jack gave him a nod with furrowed brows.

The eyes of sneed wander to your figure. "You must be miss Y/L/N." He took your hand and gave it a kiss.

You smiled politely. "Yes. It is a honor to meet you dr sneed."

"The honor is all mine." Sneed smiled sickeningly flirtatious.

Jack pulled you closer against him while he shot daggers at sneed with his eyes. Sneed seemed to share the same feelings as his eyes glared coldly at jack.

Jack escorted you further down the gathering to get away from sneed. "I hate him. Have you seen the way he looked at you?" He whispered furiously.

You layed a hand on his chest. "I know. Relax. You don't want to get in trouble again." You whispered while a polite expression was plastered on your face.

"Easy to say. I wanna punsh him just for that look-"

"Dr dawkins!" Another voice greeted him from behind us and we turned quickly around.

Jack cleared his throat. "Governor. What a honor to be invited. It seems lovely." He smiled.

You could clearly see that this wasn't what jack was good at. He was good at snarky comments. Always saying his opinion. At surviving on the streets or on a ship. He was good at dirty jobs.He wasn't made for fancy gatherings, clean clothes and pearls and polite small talk.

You made a small curty again greeted the governor with equal politeness. After the greetings were done, music started to play and drinks were served, you stood in a rather quiet corner together with a, guess what, fancy drink in hand.

You observed the people around you and your eyes fell on the dance floor in the middle of the room. Mostly courting pairs dancing formally together. Jack seemed to have noticed your interest and stood before you, one hand outstretched to you.

"Will you honor me with your hand for a dance?" You giggled and happily took his hand. He led you to the middle of the room and took a dancing position in. You started to carry out the dance moves with him. Almost moving as one.

"Where did you learn to dance?" You asked surprised as he pulled you closer to him for this move again.

"You didn't trust me to do that?" He teased.

"Actually no."

"I'm hurt. As a sailor. There was a lot of dancing. Though we lacked the women."

You smiled at the thought. "You know you're a real gentleman if you want to." His eyebrows raised with a grin.

"Is that a compliment?"

"I compliment you all the time. Your ego is way too big already."

He cocked his head to the side. "Aww come on. I never get enough of your compliments. Or your touch. Or your care. Or you for that matter."

"You know how to get a girl don't you?" You sighed.

"I assure you." He told you slightly more serious.

"I love you too jack." You whispered as you two swayed to the music.

Masterlist

My second attempt at a masterlist, maybe it will work this time. Many are gender neutral, but a lot are Fem! Reader. Male reader can be requested, as can any other reader.

NARUTO KINKSGIVING LIST

Dr Stone:

Tsukasa Shishio:

Tsukasa x reader NSFW

Dating HCs (ft. Senku)

Tsukasa x Reader x Ryusui Poly HCS

Tsukasa x Reader x Senku (not poly, more like competition love triangle)

Taiju Oki:

Taiju NSFW imagine

Senku Ishigami:

Dating HCs (ft. Tsukasa)

Getting Hard While Cuddling

Lovesick Senku x reader on the Perseus NSFW

Senku with Non-binary reader who doesn’t care about pronouns

Doggy Style NSFW (two parts in one: one for AFAB one for AMAB)

Senku x reader x Tsukasa (not poly, more like love triangle)

Senku x GN! Reader NSFW and SFW HCs

Blowjob HCs

Senku with chubby reader who’s insecure

Wedding Day NSFW

Senku x reader X Gen poly NSFW

Gen Asagiri:

Gen x reader x Senku poly NSFW

Ukyo Saionji:

Ukyo x Wife! Reader NSFW Imagine

Ukyo x Wife! Reader NSFW HCs

Ryusui Nanami:

“I desire you right now” NSFW

Yu Yu Hakusho:

YYH Gang:

This includes possible characters like Shizuru, Botan, Yusuke, Hiei, Kurama, Kuwabara, Keiko, Koenma, etc…

YYH gang at Pride Event/Parade

My Personal Sexuality and Gender HCs

YYH gang with a closeted Non-binary S/O

Main Four Escape Room HCs

Main Four + Koenma face planting is S/O’s boobs

Main four: S/O has a plushy of them

YYH girls SFW and NSFW HCs

Yusuke Urameshi:

Yusuke x Reader x Hiei poly HCs

Secret Relationship SFW+NSFW HCs and Scenario

Hiei Jaganshi:

Hiei x reader x Yusuke poly HCs

Hiei’s Crush kisses him in front of everybody

Hiei (ft. Kurama) NSFW HCs

Hiei with a Non-Fighter S/O who has to fight in the dark tournament

Hiei secret relationship HCs and Scenario (ft. Kurama) SFW and NSFW

Dating Headcannons SFW and NSFW

Poly Hiei and Kurama with a tall S/O

Hiei tells Yukina he’s her brother

Poly Hiei and Kurama on S/O’s birthday

Kurama:

Kurama with an S/O who’s been kidnapped

Kurama (ft. Hiei) NSFW HCs

Kidnapped Ice Maiden S/O

Eating out his S/O

Mommy Kink and Pegging him

Wife treats his wounds

Kurama secret relationship HCs and Scenario (ft. Hiei) SFW and NSFW

Wife on Team Urameshi NSFW

S/O who gets mistaken for a guy often

Poly Hiei and Kurama with a tall S/O

Poly Hiei and Kurama on S/O’s birthday

Kuwabara:

Relationship HCs

Short dating drabble

Jin the Wind master:

Jin x reader x Touya NSFW

Touya the Ice master:

Toya x reader x Jin NSFW

Koenma:

SFW and NSFW HCs

Naruto:

Naruto Uzumaki:

Confessing to his crush

Sakura Haruno:

NSFW imagine with Fem! Reader

Kiba Inuzuka:

How he would initiate sex

Kiba W/ S/O who reveals they’re preg w/ twins

Somebody flirts with S/O

Rock Lee:

Morning Cuddles

Mysterious Reader Visits Lee in the hospital

Angst to Spice (slight NSFW at end)

General Relationship HCs (ft. Choji)

Kinktober Day One: Mommy Kink

Neji Hyuga:

SFW and NSFW HCs

Kinktober Day Two— Hard Dom

Choji Akimichi:

S/O spoiling him with their cooking

Mutual Pining

Starting a family with his S/O NSFW

General Relationship HCs (ft. Rock Lee)

NSFW HCs

Orochimaru:

Family Game Night HCs

General Relationship HCs

SFW and NSFW Scenarios (2 in 1)

Might Guy:

Relationship HCs

Shikamaru Nara:

SFW and NSFW HCs

Hunter x Hunter:

Several Characters:

Random School AU HCs

Kurapika Kurta:

Working for Mafia Boss!fem!Reader

Ging Freecss:

Secret Relationship SFW and NSFW HCs + Scenario

Demon Slayer:

Tanjiro Kamado:

S/O who time travels

Shinobu Kocho:

S/O can change their body parts at will NSFW

Black Butler:

Sebastian:

NSFW and SFW HCs

Sailor Moon:

Usagi Tsukino:

General shopping + separate relationship HCs

Ouran Host Club:

Halloween with the hosts (includes Haruhi) HCs

Madam Gojo - G.S.

Synopsis. Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, arranged marriage, Satoru is a little (very) INSANE and down bad, the elders are awful, oral (fem receiving), use of “madam”, unprotected, créampie, kníves, overstím, féral Satoru, heinous things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. I need clan leader Gojo SO bad you guys don’t understand.

They say that the head of the Gojo clan is the one person who could burn down this entire world and get away with it, too. 

The youngest of all the clan leaders - and the most infamous - a man who keeps his friends close, and his enemies even closer. Enough so that you’ve heard whispers of his cruelty at every nook and cranny of those stuffy social functions your family has dragged you to. And it was more than enough to paint a picture of such terrifying power.

Of a sharp blade and an even sharper mouth. Of an angelic figure that left no evidence, nor anyone to tell the tale - only the final, hauntingly beautiful image of cloudy white hair, and electric blue eyes.

Eyes that were currently locked with yours, and didn’t seem like they’d stop any time soon. Dangerous. Magnetic. Twinkling with such odd amusement from across the long tatami room. 

Gojo Satoru, the head of the Gojo clan - your future husband.

“Tch, the Kamo girl’s family had a much better reputation than this one.”

Ah, right. How could you forget?

You shift awkwardly on the mat, managing to rip your eyes over to the line of elders behind Gojo, whispering just loud enough that you’d hear - and, of course, remember once more that no, the marriage proposal hasn’t been approved just yet.

And considering those disapproving glares you’d been so warmly welcomed with, it seemed that they were well and fully intent on keeping it that way.

“I can assure you,” you fight to keep the polite smile plastered on your face, painful and slowly cracking with each passing second being interrogated. “My family is well-respected in the community.” Eyes snapping over to a silent Gojo, skin burning at his intensity. “Very well respected.”

“Come now. We’re just saying.” Another voice speaks up, strained and tinged with a venomous tone you knew didn’t bode well. “Your lineage isn’t exactly illustrious, is it?”

The emphasis on “illustrious” isn’t lost on you, and it’s so fucking dramatic than you think you could almost laugh. Apparently, a few of the elders think so, too - because they’re positively seething at the sight.

Muttering an icy, “Something funny, dear?”

“Nothing at all.” you bite back any insults, sifting around the contents of your untouched dinner - the last thing on your mind right now when it seemed like you were the main scrutiny tonight. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Such attitude!” That offended croak is met with murmured agreements and nods from the end of the room, “The madam of the Gojo household must be demure- I told the young master we should go with the Kamo girl.”

God, why did you agree to this again? Something about strengthening your family ties? You felt sorry for the poor soul who’d end up marrying Gojo, because no matter how much beauty or power he held, it certainly wouldn’t make up for this. 

Scoffing, the words falling from your lips faster than you could register them. “Then why didn’t he?”

And this little question somehow seemed to have struck a nerve - multiple, in fact, as you watch in morbid fascination as the elders visibly bristle. 

“B-because-” one sends a hasty glance at their stone-faced clan leader, flushing at his still-unwavering gaze on you. “You- It doesn’t matter. Someone like you isn’t suited to marry-”

“Right, because this clan is that great.”

You freeze. The elders freeze. It seems like everyone in the world freezes except for Gojo - who only raises his brow. Letting your words hang in the air like a foul stench, studying just how awfully you’re digging your grave deeper in this hellish marriage meeting.

Eventually, the elder closest to Gojo’s right mutters a painfully saccharine sweet, “I knew we shouldn’t have let the riff-raff participate.”

And oh it was like a dam burst open.

“-out of the thousands of girls, for someone like master-”

“The scandal, too- imagine letting the Gojo name fall this far-”

“Isn’t worthy. Can’t let the bloodline be carried by some whor-”

You’re on your feet before you realize it. Whirling at the elders head-on, and if looks could kill then all those old fossils would be six feet under and their graves a dance floor for you already. 

Fists clenched, you spit, “If he’s so wonderful then you all can marry this oh-so-great bastard yourself-”

Oh. You’ve done it now.

You were fucked. You were so very, very fucked. 

You don’t even bother to meet Gojo’s stare, instead wondering whether you’d be able to outrun the strongest clan leader alive. Sure, you could take those old toads but-

“Sit.”

Your heart leaps at the voice, the first time you’re hearing it since entering this room - deep, almost-melodic, and for a second you don’t even recognize who it came from. Not until Gojo’s flashing you a mirthful grin, blue yukata shifting as he moves to sit cross-legged, “Sit.”

Oh, God, you didn’t know of any torture methods one could do while sitting - but you didn’t doubt that Gojo was an expert in all of them. 

And as your knees buckle, sinking ever-so-slowly to sit back down on the floor, Gojo tilts his head in confusion. Brows scrunching together as he gestures downwards.

“On your…lap?” You question, as if the answer wasn’t glaringly obvious. 

The only response you get is a careless nod, Gojo spreading his knees further as if to prove his point. No care or concern as he plows on, “If you’d like, of course.”

It’s a silent staredown - you, and him - and the elders watching jaw-dropped, of course. None of you have ever known the young master to let anyone get this close - let alone give them a decision on, well, anything.

. 

A weighty beat passes. One. Two. 

He wins.

And you find yourself walking unsteadily towards Gojo’s imposing figure, all eyes on you as you plop down unceremoniously in his waiting lap. Warm - and it catches you off guard. Gaze flickering over his broad shoulder to look at the aghast faces behind you. Tension crackling in the air as they wonder the same thing as you at this very moment - just what type of torture method is this? 

“Interesting…I need this one.” You blink up in confusion, heart racing and oh- shit, when did he get so close? But Gojo’s chest only rumbles with laughter. Circling his long fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his sculpted chest, “As the new madam of the Gojo household.”

What? 

The elders behind let out stifled gasps, as bewildered as you were. And you swear you saw one faint, though, you don’t get to take a close look, because Gojo’s gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up at his pretty face. 

“Wan’ me to kill them?”

“Kill- why?” you sputter - both from his idea and the heat of his proximity. 

“Why not?” He looks at you through his long lashes, so deceivingly innocent that it makes your head spin. Tone so light, as if he was talking about something trivial like the weather. “An early wedding gift, maybe?” And he sounded like he was joking - you wished he was joking. But you knew better. 

So you swallow thickly, “N-no…thank you.”

At this, Gojo’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah, real interesting.” he coos, voice so uncharacteristically playful. And his lips are so close - too close. Running a thumb along your bottom lip, “Gorgeous, too. Tell me, pretty, what do you think of ruling over this trash?”

And you could feel every eye on you as you mull over the question. Weighty. Scrutinizing - except for Gojo who seemed like he was hanging onto your every word. 

Hell, might as well give ‘em a few heart attacks right?

Words that never come - because your body moves before your mind. And you’ve got one hand gripping his expensive Yukata, the other scrambling for his broad shoulders. Softening the blow as you crash your lips onto his.

Soft - it’s the first thing you register. Followed very shortly by the taste of those cheap lollipops from those local convenience stores you loved - strawberry, you think.

But you don’t get to confirm, because the kiss is over as soon as it happens.

Gojo’s pulling away with a strange light in his eyes, lips flushed a pretty pink, yukata dangling off his shoulder already. You have to train your eyes away from the milky skin, and over to the elders. Yeah, one really had fainted - three, now, actually. 

And only one of them is brave enough to pipe up a rapid, “You- how dare you dirty-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. In a split second, there’s a long dagger pulled out from his yukata, embedded deep into the tatami mat - not even an inch away from the elder who’d opened his mouth. 

“Out.” 

It’s so abrupt that for a second, you think Gojo’s talking to you, voice soft, and so so eerie. It sends shivers down your spine as you raise your eyes to look at his glare at the frozen crowd behind him.

Eyes wide, aura menacing - a grin gracing his features, absolutely nothing like the one he’d sent you - it was something so dangerous and cold. The temperature in the room dropping about ten degrees as he mutters, “I won’t say it twice.”

And immediately, it’s chaos. Each one stumbling over the other to run out the sliding doors first, none of them daring to look you in the eyes now. 

“O-of course, master.” the leader, seemingly, chokes out. One foot out the room already, “I’ll um- check that the servants are doing their work-”

“No. You all will stand outside.” Gojo murmurs, not even bothering to look at them. Instead, cupping your face closer towards his, “And close the door.”

That door could not have been shut faster, ringing in the tense silence. And suddenly you’re too-aware of the audience outside. Too-aware of being left alone with…your future husband? And the way he was looking down at you with something so dark in his eyes.

“So…” he runs his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent. “If you don’t want me to kill those bastards…what else must I gift you, my wife?” 

“Like what?” You gulp, back arching involuntarily into him. 

Gojo laughs at the reaction, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “An estate?” Dancing ever-so-slowly, up your jaw, “All the cars you could want?” He blows gently in your ear, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. “Maybe jewelry?” Kissing the tips of your ears, “You’d look gorgeous in blue. And the Zenin clan has the perfect necklaces I can…convince them to send over.” He pulls away, taking you in entirely, “Or maybe-” Lips now ghosting yours. “-something else?”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. 

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Gojo’s lips were so sweet on yours. So addictive. Palms cradling your face so softly, while his lips were anything but. 

“Open your mouth, pretty.” he pants into your lips. “Kiss your husband properly, now.”

Shit, you barely even realize the way you’re listening to every single word he says. Jaw falling slack to let him lick at the seam of your lips. Such a messy clash of teeth and spit and him - so hot and starved. Like he couldn’t get enough with the way he hastily moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. 

“Satoru-” you gasp, and he nips lightly at your bottom lip once you immediately shut yourself up because shit, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Calling the clan leader Gojo by his first name? Hell, you’ll see the gates of heaven before you see an altar. 

But Gojo himself seems to think the complete opposite. “Don’t get all shy now.” he pries away the hand covering your mouth. “Call me ‘Toru’.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, trying to will yourself to say this little nickname.

Too slow, apparently. Because his hands are suddenly everywhere - on your breasts, your hips, giving your ass a slow squeeze. “T-Toru-” you squeal. 

Gojo’s mouth drops into a soft oh! Immediately surging forward as if to claim your lips again - stopping mere millimeters from your lips with a pained grunt. Like it killed him to stay away. 

“See? Jus’ like that.” he angles your head just right, before spitting, once. Twice. Right into your pretty mouth. “N’ now you’re mine.”

And fuck if Gojo wasn’t going to prove it.

He’s laying you down on the mat, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Mine to wed. Mine to carry my legacy.” Thumb running over your hardened nipples as he urgently unbuckles your bra, throwing it behind god-knows-where. “Mine to-” Biting down, ever-so-lightly on your nipple, “-worship.” Hands dipping lower, and lower - just barely teasing the hem of your drenched panties. “Mine to ruin.”

You don’t know what you’re reeling more from - maybe from those words, which you’re sure he said loud enough for the elders outside to hear.

Maybe from the way he’s sliding a finger underneath your panties, sliding it up and down your puffy folds. Making you arch into him like such a slut as he pools your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips, popping them into his mouth with a low groan. 

“Oh. Fuck. Oh, fuck-” Gojo’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Not wasting a second before ripping off your flimsy panties, tucking them away into the waistband of his yukata. “Sweeter than I imagined.”

“S-so filthy-” you mewl, as he spreads your shaky thighs. Lips wobbling pathetically at how he’s admiring your glistening cunt. “Toru, no one’s ever…”

At this, his eyes are back on yours now. Half-lidded, pupil’s blown - and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard of the leader of the Gojo clan being so out of it, let alone see it first-hand. His voice strained as he breathes out a barely audible, “Shit- really? So then…” He’s moving to lick lewd little circles on your inner thigh, “...your husband’s gotta make this memorable, right?”

Gojo doesn’t give the time to even think about answering - he doesn’t trust that he has the fucking sanity to wait that long. Because you’re so pretty splayed out like this for him. Your moans too sweet. Your cunt too tempting. Too his. 

So, really, you can’t blame him when he’s plunging nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one, long stripe right up your swollen folds. And fuck the cute lil’ whines escaping your lips are so addictive that Gojo just can’t help but do it again. And again. And again and-

“O-oh my god, ngh- feels too good-” you card your fingers through his soft locks - something that would usually result in a lost hand or two. But for you - anything, for you. “More, Toru.”

Shit, if Gojo thought he’d lost his sanity before then he definitely wasn’t ready for this. 

“So needy.” he’s chuckling into your glistening folds. One hand throwing your legs over his shoulders, the other thumbing over your needy clit. “So perfect. Can’t believe no one’s ever hah- eaten out this pretty cunt before.”

Immediately, he’s squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And it’s all you can do to buck your hips up so sluttily when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Gojo could reach.

“Hngh- yes yes yes, too good.”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He moves his fingers down from your already-ravaged clit, circling your sopping wet hole. “Ya like making such a mess on m’tongue?”

“W-wha-” The words get caught in your throat as you whirl down at the sight below you - Gojo. Gojo, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes so glassy. Gojo, tongue lapping at your sweet juices, looking like he wanted to devour you with his eyes, as much as his mouth. 

At your reaction, he grins, furrowing his brow in mock-concern, “What’s wrong, pretty? Can’t talk?” Bullying his long fingers past that first feeble ring of resistance, massaging your plushy walls. “N’ you were so hah- feisty earlier. Thought my new mmpf- wife would be mouthy?”

You give his hair a warning tug, whispering, “Sh-shut up-” But it comes out more breathless than you intended. 

Gojo notices, of course he does. Because he’s letting out a whiny, “Sh-shut up.” Wrapping his pretty pink lips around your pulsing clit, “As you wish, madam Gojo.”

You hear a dull thud from outside, but you can’t even think about turning your head to look because Gojo’s drinking you in like a man possessed. Pumping his fingers in and out, expertly hitting that one spot with each and every thrust. Looking nothing like an infamous clan-leader and every bit on cloud nine as he rolls his tongue over your clit. Over and over and-

“P-please ah- oh-” you squirm.

“Move your hips like that. Yeah- jus’ like that, pretty- fuck-” The most powerful man in the country letting himself be angled and pulled as you pleased, grunting each time you drag your pussy all over his mouth. Fingers frenzied on your clit - sloppy. Fast. 

But it still wasn’t enough for Gojo - he thinks it’ll probably never be. But that’s fine - the two of you have until the wedding night to perfect it, right?

So he’s looping a big arm around one leg, pulling your snug cunt impossibly closer, reaching over to toy with your pretty clit. And then he’s nose-deep in your sloppy entrance, preparing you for what was to come - fucking you both on his tongue and his fingers. 

Jaw grinding deeper, stretching you out, thrusting in and out in and out in and-

“Fuck fuck fuck- Toru m’so…”

“Close?” he slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later - and to give a message to those old toads outside. “Cum f’me. Shit- cum f’me, pretty.”

Gojo realizes it before you when you’re finally cumming - because your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that it’s almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants. 

You’re shaking. Blood roaring in your ears, vision spotty. Crying out a hoarse, “Fuck fuck fuck- oh my god, Toru-” Barely even realizing the way you’re rocking your hips so hard into his hot mouth. 

And Gojo keeps going. 

Even when you’re blinking your vision back, big fat tears pricking your eyes at the sheer overstimulation. Even when white-hot electricity sparks behind your eyes each flick of his tongue. Still toying with your poor clit, tonguefucking you so messily. 

“Toru, s’too- ngh- much- fuck.” You can barely get the words out, jolting. Wondering how the fuck his mouth wasn’t tired, yet - how his fingers weren’t cramping up, tongue still as greedy as ever. “C-can’t-”

“You can. You will.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Running his mouth now, like he was drunk off your pussy. Words as fast and ragged as his tongue. “C’mon, faster. Harder. Fuck-” you flinch as he spits out little profanities into your messy cunt. “Fuckin use me. Use me like the good lil’ wife you are.”

“Oh- shit.” you whine. Clawing at the mats, Gojo’s hair, his shoulders - just anything to cope with the sheer stimulation as he made out with your pussy like a mad man. “Wait- cum- m’gonna…”

You’re cumming and cumming all over again. So hard, even as you grind your hips deeper into Gojo’s mouth. Riding out your orgasm on his pretty face, so painfully good. 

And only then is he finally pulling away. Absolutely wrecked, eyes miles away already, mouth glistening with your slick. Going all the way down his jawline, and onto the tatami mat in a deafening drip! drip! drip!

“Oh.” he runs his tongue along his wet lips. “Who made you cum like this?” 

A smile slowly splits across his face as you manage out a little, “Y-you, Toru…”

“That’s fuckin’ right. Me.” Hypnotized by the heavenly sight of you all fucked-out and twitching with the aftershock. Marveling down at his hand - glossy, and covered with your slick, “N’ m’gonna love you.”

And, well, a good husband always shares, right?

Because Gojo’s shoving his fingers past your kiss-bitten lips, pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knew would have your eyes watering, gagging around him so prettily. Eyes widening at the feeling of something so hard and hot between your legs. 

“C’mon, lil’ madam. Lick them clean f’me, will you?”

You’re gasping, “Mmpf- Toru-” Eyes flitting between a smug Gojo and the hand currently untying his robe. So teasing with the way he’s giving you just a flash of those boxers before oh-

Shit. 

You thought that he’d be big - it was expected, in fact. But this was fucking ridiculous. 

All sculpted curves and dips of his body, faint scars painting his milky skin - stories he’d tell you about later, you think. A fucking masterpiece. All the way down, down, down to where his throbbing cock was leaking all over those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.

Rock-hard, and so so angry. Prominent veins running along the side, flushed a shade of pretty pink that glistened with precum in the dim lighting. So intimidatingly long that it already had you worrying for your poor cervix, and thick enough that it had your thighs pressing mindlessly together. 

Something that Gojo obviously didn’t appreciate.

“Now now.” he tuts, pulling back his fingers to spread apart your thighs with ease. So far apart that it burned. “I need these legs open, pretty. I like the view, y’see.”

And he made it quite obvious, too. Spreading your swollen folds so shamefully apart with his thumb - wet with your split. All the blood rushing to his cock at the way you flinch in embarrassment, at the feeling of being so used. Cute. 

“Shhh, relax.” Gojo hums. Spreading the spit and slick lazily along your cunt with his fat head, purposely letting it smear all over your thighs. “M’gonna make this feel so good for you.”

And let it be known that Gojo Satoru was a merciless man - for everyone. 

Except maybe his cute lil’ wife. 

Because, yes, he’s suddenly splitting you apart on his massive cock. Yes, he’s holding your poor hips still, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he sinks in inch by fucking inch. 

But oh God does he have to hold back from fucking your tight cunt exactly the way he wants. The stretch too sinful, your pussy too heavenly. 

Instead he’s kissing away the single tear rolling down your cheek, muttering, “Too big? Aww, f-fuck, pretty. You needa breathe-.” Rich, coming from him considering that Gojo doesn’t know if he was breathing right now. Too caught up in the way he’s rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, gasping into your open mouth, “Trust me. M’gonna make it f-feel hah- good. So fucking good.”

“F-fuck-” Your head is spinning. And you can only give him such delirious little nods as Gojo starts to push in quick, lazy little grinds of his hips just to squeeze inside your gummy walls. Past that first, tight ring of resistance. 

“S’too big-” you squeal, nails raking down his back. “A-are you all the way in- yet?”

“Nope.” he’s popping the p, so unfairly smug. “Not even halfway in.” Drinking in all your cute lil’ sobs as he snakes a hand up to draw an invisible line across your stomach. “But you b-better be prepared, wifey. Because this-” Pressing down, hard. “-is where I’ll be.”

You didn’t know who wanted that to become a reality more - Gojo or you. 

Especially with the way your tight cunt is sucking him up so good, and shit for all Gojo’s reputation, he feels like he could’ve cum right then and there. 

“Shit- so fucking tight. God- you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” words so strained. So dangerous. He kisses down your neck, biting right above your racing pulse. “How do you want it? Like you’re my hah- wife- or my lil’ slut?”

A trick question, you think - as much as you could when you’re this cockdrunk, at least. 

Locking eyes down at the way your cunt was bulging so obscenely around his cock, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in in in- Unstopping. Relentless. Mewling a little, “L-like I’m your…wife.” 

“Louder.”

“Like I’m your wife.”

Several things happen at once - that faint muttering suddenly increases tenfold, and maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed the few gasps. Gojo, however, does hear. 

It only takes an irritated growl and a split-second flash of metal for a second dagger to be struck deep into the thin wooden panel of the door - unfortunately for whoever just so happened to be on the other side. 

“That’s right. My wife.” And then he’s bottoming out - heavy balls smacking your ass, leaky tip nudging your poor cervix, letting you mark him up all you want as he rocks his hips faster into yours. “And you- ah- you realize they’re beneath you, right?” he’s stroking where he can feel himself bulging inside you. “That my lil’ wife just has to say the word n’ I’ll ngh- take ‘em all out?” 

You can only sob at the pressure, because his words are so soft but he’s fucking you so mean. Sounding like he was losing his sanity with each time your heavenly walls milked him. 

“I’ll kill ‘em- kill ‘em all-” he’s gritting out. “Hell, I’ll take down the r-rest of those clans ah- too if it pleases you.” Fingers getting so erratic on your clit, angling his hips just right to try and find- 

“Hngh- f-fuck, Toru- there-”

That.

So sloppy with the way he’s alternating between hitting that one spot and just abusing your cervix. Bruising - like he wanted to mark you everywhere n’ show it off, too. Biting down your neck, whispering into the skin, “Anything for you, madam.”

Rocking his hips harder, and he couldn’t give less of a fuck about the lewd little pool of slick and split forming on the mat below. Can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted. 

“Feels good?” he’s drinking in your adorable sobs, “S’what you imagined?”

You’re torn between running away and fucking your hips up so bruisingly into his, hells digging into the mat as you push and pull away. “Yes. Feels- ah- ngh-” And for all your mouthiness earlier, you can’t even form coherent sentences right now - something that makes Gojo balls squeeze so painfully.

Something that has him wrapping his arms around your legging, dragging you like some ragdoll back to him. Rocking his hips so bruisingly deeper and deeper as he babbles. 

“Gonna make you c-cum. So hard.” He’s fucking you harder into the mat. Faster. Sloppier. “Gonna ngh- make you my beautiful bride.” Bouncing you on his painfully hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside - to leave marks for everyone in the clan to know. His balls on your ass, your nails down his shoulders, lips on your neck leaving little bites. “Gonna make you mine, pretty. And everyone else s’gonna know.”

And Gojo can tell when you’re close because he’s learned that you have a habit of squeezing him to insanity when you are. 

“Close?” At your delirious nod he’s giving you a blinding grin, “How cute. Why don’t you hah- cum f’me like the good lil’ wife you are, hm?”

Cum for him you do - thighs shaking, body jolting. So hard and violent that you’re covering him in all your sweet sweet juices. 

And he can only watch - awe-struck - as your pretty pussy squirts all over his angry cock glistening, and just drenched with your slick now. Beads of it getting all over his burning abs, trickling down every dip and curve as he uses your quivering pussy harder and harder-

“God, you’re so good f’me. Look how much you came.” Giving a final, harsh thrust. “So perfect f’me.”

So fucking smug as he finally cums as well. Letting out a low, muffled moan into your neck as he fills your poor pussy with rope after rope of seed, painting your walls such a sinful white. All the way until he was sure you were bloated with his cum, until he could feel it dribbling down the side. Looking down to confirm and- ah, sure enough, it was such a heavenly sight - thick globs drenching your clothes below. Spreading in a pool as his hips push deeper and deeper. 

Like it hurt to stop. Like it hurt to even think of tearing his eyes away from you. 

But, alas, this old meeting room could only take so much, and Gojo thinks you’ll enjoy his - your - bedroom much better for round two.

Which is how the elders outside found the door kicked open not too long after. Blinking up in shock at the tall figure of the Gojo clan leader at the frame holding you. Tired and limp in a princess carry, all bundled up your yukata and one of his outer robes. 

And they can only avert their eyes, faces burning at the hazy expression on your face, hair so unsubtly messy, bare legs twitching ever-so-slightly from where they were just peeking out from where the fabric had bunched up. Sinful. Desecrated. And evidently his. 

“Clean that room up.” 

Gojo’s stern command snaps them all out of their reverie. 

But before they could all run to do so, he’s plowing on, unapologetic and low. “Oh, and bow down-” chuckling lightly as they scramble to their knees before him - and your barely-lucid figure. “-to the new madam of the Gojo household.

A/N. On my period I’m gonna cry. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

Senku x fem named!reader

Rating: this chapter is A for Adults (minors, just be warned - though I have made it easy for you to not miss anything.)

Warnings: this fic has elements of smut and a mention of eating disorders THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN SOME CONTENT WITH THESE WARNINGS - check tags.

Summary: Imogen has been awakened from petrification but she suffers from amnesia upon waking up. Senku and Taiju - her lover and childhood friend (respectively) before the petrification - must do their best to help her recall her past life.

Smut summary: soft sex, first time, no warnings but very NSFW.

Authors Note: This chapter is short so those who chose to not read it wont miss too much. Please see the tags for a summary of missed relevant topics.

Chapter Four - some intimate scenes

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𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞

working late into the night as manjiro’s personal assistant has you frustrated, thinking maybe your certain toy will relieve the stress but your boss thinks he could do a better job..

tw. fem!reader, mentions of m!masturbation & f!masturbation, cursing, praise, breeding kink, creampie, soft dom mikey w/ sub! reader

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being manjiro sano’s personal assistant was no walk in the park—he wanted his papers on his desk at eight in the morning sharp, a cup of tea placed perfectly beside him as soon as he walked in the door and you had to be at his beckon call—day or night.

you didn’t seem to mind it at all though, mikey had a comfortable aura about him—he ceased any teasing or gawking subjected towards you as if you were his yet you weren’t but sometimes it truly felt like the opposite.

“do you have any plans tonight?” mikey asks, resting his chin atop his fist as he watches you place a set of papers in front of him, “do i need to stay over?” you answer the question with another, mikey liked that—you didn’t ever tiptoe, straight to the point, easy to read—easy to persuade.

“is that okay? i’m not holding you up from a boyfriend or anything?” mikey smiles, it’s genuine with a painted faux care tacted to his lips, your hands fly up in defense, scoffing off any sense of a boyfriend. “n-no, i haven’t dated in y-years, so—i’m free” you feel your cheeks burn hot, the sensation searing to the tips of your ears and mikey can probably tell how flustered you are getting from such a simple question.

“if you need me, i’ll be here” mikey smiles again, this time cocking his head to the side in an affectionate manner, your stomach swirls at the action but you dismiss it—he did this with you a lot, teased you with small gestures and when you thought maybe there was a glimmer of something more—he’d shut it down completely, every single time.

but manjiro has a secret, it started as a normal twenty-something guy would have, imagining you—naked as you were underneath him, his name fell from your lips at each plunge of his cock diving deeper into your hole, mikey even created a new scenario each time he played it out in his mind—the result always being the exact same, your name tasting like honey on his tongue as he shot his sticky white seed in his hands.

every night as manjiro fucked his cock to you plaguing his spotless mind, he always wished for the same thing—you. mikey wanted you, in more ways than one but something he craved so much was something he couldn’t obtain so easily, but manjiro had time—plenty, even having you as his personal assistant granted him raw exposure but it never was enough.

the clock read deep into the night, voices were hushed inside the bonten building, stagnant air secluded the scenery of your office where you’d diligently worked on the paperwork mikey had assigned you—the bags on your eyes felt heavy, limbs were crystalized with a dense magnitude of weight and with everything manjiro had said earlier to you—created a heat to pool between your legs.

you feel the impulse creep along your arms, fingers twitching with a need and your mind secluded with just one single thought—no one was here, technically. so why not relieve yourself, right here, right now?

the small vibrator laid inside your purse, easy to the eye but burned into your vision, slowly leaning down you pick it up, closely looking at the mechanical parts of the tiny machine that could easily wash the tension right away. it came easy to spread your legs under the desk, slip your panties to the side and click on the setting.

you started out slow, letting your mind walk you through your orgasm—manjiro would be the star in your dreams, his gentle fingers sliding through your slit, groans vibrating through his chest when he’d feel just how wet you were for him, the strands of his hair saturated with sweat from how much he’d be aching to fuck you.

it was perfect—almost euphoric as the high reached the tips of your toes, creeping along the edges of your mind as white clouded your eyes, mikey would be over you—nails dig deep into the fat of your thighs as he spread you open, the loud clash of his cock smacking against your needy cunt. you know he’d tease you at first, toying with your tiny hole with his cock, cooing at you as you pleaded for more.

in this lucid dream it’d be all worth it, the stretch around his length as mikey pushed inside you, his lips automatically claiming your own, the moan blistering his lips as he started fucking you— the vibrator can’t even keep up with how hard you’re pressing it on your clit.

you’re so close, the taste of your orgasm rests on the tip of your tongue—thighs trembling as the high reaches its peak, and you’re almost there, signaling in your throat of the pitiful moan fumbling from your lips.

“you even sound better than what i imagined” it’s an unfamiliar voice at first, reality coursing through your veins as manjiro makes his appearance, slowly gliding around your desk and your quick to toss the vibrator aside and adjust your skirt, frantically collecting yourself before mikey faces you.

“do you think that toy will be enough for that pretty pussy?” mikey smirks, standing in front of you now as he easily leans down, his face inches from you and your face sets aflame, pushing back in your chair to give yourself distance from him.

“i—i-i uh, i didn’t know you were still here” you stutter out, mikey only comes closer, laying a hand on your thigh as he bends back over, “i told you i’d be here, angel” mikey slides his hand closer to your heat, smiling as you begin shaking under his hold.

“it’s been awhile since i’ve—you know, i thought..” you trail off, no words could really explain what you’re doing, being caught—by your ideal dream maker and now his fingers are closing in on your pussy—but mikey pulls away as quick as he was on you, shrugging his shoulders before pivoting his feet and leaving your office.

“fuck me please, manjiro” you whisper out, screwing your eyes shut from the embarssment and honing in on the noises of your boss, you’re prepared for the worse knowing what happens next is thrown into the unknown.

there’s just something about how manjiro stares at you from his desk, as if you’re the ideal creation he’d painted in his head—the way your bare hips sway over to him, lip fixated between your teeth as you climb on top of him, the expensive leather beneath his body—how he gets a shiver down his spine at how much it’ll be ruined with your juices spilling on it.

there’s already a knot tied deep in your stomach when you swing your legs on either side of mikey’s hips, larger hands cup your cheeks as his length rests on your stomach. “you wanted to ride me didn’t you, pretty girl?” mikey whispers, much like the nights he spent alone with his hands working the ache of his cock to release—you shyly nod back, but this is now, and manjiro wants to hear it this time.

“don’t be shy princess, tell me what you want to do—to me” mikey coos, rubbing soft circles against your warm cheeks, steam should be rolling from his hands at how much he’s flustering you. but manjiro loves it, your body withering on his lap, soft pants fluttering through your lips and the feel of your juices coated his flushed cock.

“wanna ride your cock” you whimper, head knocking towards the heavens as mikey slides your soaked cunt across his length—it’s endless, the subtle teasing but mikey truly could do more but he’s holding off—it’s something he’s dreamed of forever, this moment has to stain his mind for as long as it can.

“what else, pretty?” mikey utters, hovering your form right over his throbbing cock, your hands grip against his shoulders, a line of sweat drips down his forehead—slow, something mikey is struggling with so badly, “b-breed me, manjiro.” now he’s falling completely over, eyes growing wide as he just imagines what filling your hole to the fucking brim will look like.

“yeah? you want me to breed you? fuck” mikey shakily exhales, sinking you down fully on his cock, the pent up moan rattles against your chest, mikey hands build around your face, holding you gently as you’re guided down, ass hitting his lap.

your groans fuse together, mikey’s hands wrapping around your body as he rocks you against his length, “move like this baby, ride me like a good girl” mikey grunts, sinking his fingers in your hips, grinding you down harder—spongy spot hit with his cock with every thrust upwards.

“manjiro” you breathlessly moan, he only hums back bending down to capture your tit in his mouth, tongue swirling against the bud, the other hand tracing along the curve of your spine till he reaches the base of your neck, gently gripping it—swaying your hips to match mikey’s subtle bucking.

“just like that, ride my cock just fucking like that angel” mikey whines, mouth agape as he feels the sheer amount of wettness slathering his thighs, body pressed tightly to his chest and fuck—hes already wanting to cum so bad, cock twitching against your warm walls.

“t-tell me princess, tell me how much you want my fuckin’ cum” mikey pants, crashing his mouth on yours with his tongue dipping down your throat, he feels how close you are—leaning you back with a connnected line of spit manjiro brings two lithe fingers down to circle of your puffy clit.

“need to have you cumming on my cock before i breed you pretty, need that pussy wet and perfect for me” mikey sighs, his eyes are blown back, strands of his hair lingering on his cheeks and the sounds of his tiny whines flushing past his lips are divine—it only takes seconds for your orgasm to wash against your core.

the audible groan mikey subjects into the air when he feels you gush, thighs shaking as you cream around his cock—manjiro can only fill that begging dripped dream of filling your hole—the amount is massive, leaky cock painting your velvet walls a pretty white till the spillage splatters his chair below him—just like he wanted.

“s-shit, pussy keeps wantin’ more angel” mikey smirks before tucking his lip between his teeth, it’s so messy—so wet, you feel the heat rise to your cheeks when you notice his cum below at your connected bodies. “look at it baby, all that is for you” mikey whispers, brushing his lips across yours.

you’re dwindling down from a hazy high, lidded eyes looking at him with a cloud mixed in your vision, mikey cups your cheeks—he doesn’t want to even budge, it’ll leak out that way and manjiro wants all of his seed to stay in.

“s’much manjiro, s-so much” you gasp, covering your face with your arm as he vines his around you, keeping you close to his warm chest, mikey uses calloused fingers to trace small circles on your back, his cock nestled inside you, flourishing on the juices mixed with his sticky white seed.

“yeah? you’re mine now princess and i’m going to mark what’s mine, pretty fuckin’ pussy deserve more of my cum.”