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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

wc. 1.8k

an. request for my love @meganemoon! <3

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.”

The Masterlist of Masterlists

House of the Dragon Characters :

Aegon Targaryen - LINK Areon Bracken - LINK Cregan Stark - LINK Davos Blackwood - LINK Daemon Targaryen - LINK Gwayne Hightower - LINK Jacaerys (Jace) Velaryon - LINK Lucerys (Luke) Velaryon - LINK Oscar Tully - LINK

Thomas Brodie Sangster Characters :

Adam Douglas (Lewis The Mind Has Mountains) - LINK Benny Watts (The Queens Gambit) - LINK No.1 & LINK No.2 Casey (Some Dogs Bite) - LINK Donald (Death Of A Superhero) - LINK Jack Dawkins (The Artful Dodger) - LINK No.1 & LINK No.2 & Mrs Dawkins Series Jake Murry (Accused) - LINK Lampwick (Pinnochio) - LINK Malcolm Mclaren (Pistol) - LINK Newt (The Maze Runner) - LINK Nigel (Orbit Ever After) - LINK Paul McCartney (Nowhere Boy) - LINK Rafe Sadler (Wolf Hall) - LINK Romulus Augustus (The Last Legion) - LINK Samuel Brawne (Bright Star) - LINK Samuel Emmerson (My Left Hand Man / Phantom Halo) - LINK Sam (Love Actually) - LINK Thannisson (Star Wars Force Awakens) - LINK Whitey Winn (Godless) - LINK No.1 & LINK No.2

Matt Smith Characters :

The 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) - LINK Daemon Targaryen (House Of The Dragon) - LINK Lucien / Milo Crown (Morbius)- LINK

Tom Holland Characters :

Gregory Cromwell (Wolf Hall) - LINK Nathan Drake (Uncharted) - LINK Peter Parker (MCU SpiderMan) - LINK

Eugene Simon Characters :

Jerome Clarke (House Of Anubis) - LINK Lancel Lannister (Game Of Thrones) - LINK

Isaac Hempstead Wright Characters :

Isaac Hempstead Wright - LINK Brandon Stark - LINK

Asa Butterfield Characters : Jacob Portman (MPHFPC) - LINK Willoughby Blake (Slaughter House Rulez) - LINK Otis Millburn (Sex Education) - LINK

Others :

Elrond (Rings of Power) - LINK

Viserys Targaryen (Game Of Thrones) - LINK

Anthony Lockwood (Lockwood & Co.) - LINK

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Lady Henituse | Masterpost

— pairing » Cale Henituse/Kim Rok Soo x OC/Reader

— summary » Cale Henituse has a wife. A fucking wife. And as far as Kim Rok Soo knows, ‘Isabella Henituse’ did not exist in the ‘Birth of a Hero’. Much less a wife.

— warnings » cursing/swearing, angst, fluff, (more to be added)

— status » soon.

Prologue » Isabella knew enough that the man in front of her is not her husband. Not the Cale Henituse she knows.

I » Kim Rok Soo didn’t expect to wake up at someone gently combing their fingers through his hair. But no matter how tempting it was to succumb to it, he can’t. Because Kim Rok Soo definitely remembers that there isn’t anyone who would do this to him.

↳ a very yakuza christmas

summary. injured after an ambush from a rival gang, Mikey finds himself stranded on a local farm with a girl who shows him the true meaning of this holiday season and what it means to finally let all his walls down.

pairings. bonten!mikey x farmer!reader + all of bonten makes an appearance

genre. hallmark christmas feel good romance, kinda a reversed crash landing on you 

overall warnings. fluff, angst, explicit sex, language, mentions of weapons, mild crack, injuries, mention of strippers, Bonten works on a farm, suggestive content, canon typical violence, off screen death, male objectification, romance, christmas themes 

a/n. I wanted to end this year with something fluffy and sweet as a big thanks to all of you for sticking around with my little writing blog <3 ALSO! a huge wet kith to my irl sibling @neetro for helping me give life to this idea bc mikey deserves his happily ever. merry christmas, everyone 💓 (psst feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated!)

wc. ~ 27,000+

listen to. i need you christmas- jonas brothers • luxurious - gwen stefani • here i am again - yerin baek

Bastards.

A false lead. That was what found the stoic, powerful and indomitable Sano Manjiro in the middle of a 30 men free-for-all; blows, punches and kicks delivered swiftly but not swift enough that their faces blended in a mash of jeers and leers. His limbs weighed tiredly by his side, and despite how much he tried to reign in his exhaustion, the Bonten leader was fatigued from the stream of violence that just would not stop.

They had cornered him at his weakest, and he could tell how the fight would turn out—most likely with a mortal wound on his end and these bastards going scot-free, bragging about how the mythical unstoppable Bonten leader had folded to a bunch of small town hillbillies.

“He puts up one hell of a fight, huh,” one of the country hicks chortled, swiping some blood from his broken nose where Mikey had managed to land a debilitating blow. “Let’s sweep him up, boys.”

Attacking him all at once, Mikey felt for the first time in his life a powerlessness that pervaded every pore in his body; not even being surrounded by a hundred men with only Draken at his side during his delinquent days could match to the bleakness he was currently experiencing.

The last thing he felt before white-hot pain lanced through his head was a glob of spittle hacked onto his face, dripping down his swollen eyes that slipped shut on their own as the world around him started to fade into black.

Let’s finish him.

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Masterlist

Solo Leveling Headcanons

General Sung Jin-Woo Boyfriend

S Rank s/o

Friendly Ruler S/O

Masked S Rank S/O

Soul Reaper S/O (Friends + Romance)

Solo Leveling Timestamps

[11:38]

[2:30]

[7:30]

[1:54]

Solo Leveling Imagines

Exhausted

Like It?

Admiration

Jealousy

Bullied (no shadows)

Sorry

Solo Leveling Reactions

Sung Jin-Woo’s Reaction to an Affectionate S/O

Sung Jin-Woo: PDA

Reaction to You Getting Hurt + Bonus

Attractive S-Rank S/O

Introvert S/O

Traumatized by Cosmetics

Trying to Ignore Ex!Boyfriend Jin-Woo

Lazy S/O

Requests are Closed

“You really took care of us huh?”

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. nothing that i know of?

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. OMG IM SO SORRY FOR PUTTING THIS OUT LATER THAN EXPECTED 😭 instead of writing i was playing a game so that’s on me, i was also unbelievably tired this week, my fault! but it’s out now 🫶🏻

►— wordcount. 4.1k

✧ part one | ✧ part two | ✧ part three | ✧ part four | more tba.. NAVIGATION

recommended to listen to: wave to earth - seasons or only - leehi

You never expected, not even in a million years or like.. in a lifetime for the video game characters coming alive and appearing in your room.

And they were handsome too, like, drop-dead gorgeous and the fact that they all respect and love you… You were surely the luckiest person alive right now.

These men also made your bank account cry, the amount of money you had spent on them—pulling for them (and losing many 50/50’s) and their weapon, grinding for hours trying to get their materials to ascend them and for their weapons, artifacts (you’d rather not talk about it) skills and EVERYTHING.

You put more work into making sure they’re all fully taken care of and put to the best of their ability than compared to your work. It was a bit concerning yes but, this game—the characters, we’re so comforting to you than anything else. So of course you poured your whole soul into the game and their characters.

(Also the fact that you also read fanfics about them and now they’re suddenly in your room does not help with your infatuation with them)

And so this brings you to where you were now, showing off their showcase at 10 in the morning.

“Oh wow Y/n! You worked really hard to make us strong.. no wonder why I felt so strong all of the sudden in one day..”

Aether watched in awe and amazement as you showed him his artifacts and his weapons with Venti, Pierro, Diluc, Kaeya, Tighnari and a few others hovering and peeking out from behind your chair, watching as you showed Aether’s build to everybody.

The rest were in your living room, eating breakfast. You had decided to eat breakfast after showing the people who wanted to know their builds.

For some reason their characters were still in the game despite really being in your world. You would have to ask Albedo about this later.

“What about me?” Diluc grumbled, trying his best to ignore the states he got. “What? I can’t ask Y/n something so simple?” Everybody shook their heads “no”.

Smiling, you replied. “Of course! I remember when your skin first came out I was all over it, I made sure to buy it to, did you like it? I think it looked beautiful on you.”

Diluc blushed at your words and nodded his head. “Mhm. I loved it, Y/n, thank you.” He stated, smiling warmly down at you.

You began to stroll through your characters until you found Diluc. “There you are—look at you! So handsome..” you sighed dreamily before snapping out of your trance and cleared your throat and began to go through his build.

Once you had finished showing Diluc and everybody his showcase, more people wanted to know about theirs and obviously you couldn’t say no so that’s how you ended up showing nearly everybody’s build and showcasing their skills and whatnot.

“And yeah! I did spend a lot of money but it was.. I guess worth it? I mean I’m glad you guys felt strong and all!”

Tighnari sighed and rested his hand on your desk. “We are all thankful, but seriously you didn’t have to spend all of the days you worked so hard for..” he explained, Diluc agreed with him.

The rest, too, didn’t want you to waste your hard work but then again for you to work so hard on and take care of them ignited something inside of them, so they couldn’t complain.

Before you could respond, a knock was heard. “Come in!” You shouted, turning around in your chair to see who it was.

Lyney entered the room and smiled at you (ignoring the others) “are you done? Your breakfast may get cold you know..” his gaze wanders off to the guys beside you. “Oh, and yours too.”

You could hear the scoffs coming from Diluc and Pierro. “Yeah I’m pretty hungry right now, and was it (Vietnamese) broken rice I smelt?” You asked, getting up from your seat and walking towards Lyney. He nods his head.

“Yeah, Aether found the recipe in a book and found the ingredients for it, lucky huh?”

As you smiled at him and began to walk out of your room followed by the others as Lyney cocks his head to the side—ordering them to get a move on and out of your room. “Come on, I bet you all are starving right now!”

Making your way to living room, you found everybody already done with their breakfast, with only a few plates placed on the coffee table for you and the others.

“Ouuuuh it looks absolutely delicious? Who cooked it?” You asked, sitting down on a pillow beside Xiao and Wriothesley.

“Thoma did with the help of Neuvillette and Childe, surprisingly.” Cyno responded, eyeing Childe from the corner of his eyes.

“Hey… what’s that supposed to mean?!” Childe yelled, pouting at Cyno before looking at you, betrayed and defeated.

You shrug your shoulders and began to dig in your food with Diluc, Venti, Pierro and Tighnari mirroring your actions, sitting down and eating their breakfast.

Childe began to make his way towards you and pushed the other men away that were behind you, this obviously annoyed them but before they could yell at him (start world war 3*) he had wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.

“You don’t think I poisoned your food, do you?” He mumbled, even though you couldn’t see his face you knew he was pouting.

You shake your head no, not even reacting to his affection—you were somewhat used to it. “‘Course not, I don’t think you could ever actually.”

Childe smiled on your skin and tightened his grip on you. “Mhm. Thanks snookums.”

Everybody cringed (some nearly gagged) at the corny pet name. “Snookums, really? Out of all the petnames.. and it’s not the first time he called them that.” Kaveh whispered to Al-haitham who was obviously disgusted by the pet name.

“Mhm, it truly is disgusting..” Al-haitham whispered back, looking away from the ginger.

Childe rolled his eyes at their reactions and continued to hold you in his arms, Xiao holding back his urge to tackle him right there and then but you were in his arms so he couldn’t, because if he did you would get harmed and he would rather die than hurt you.

While you were eating your breakfast, you grabbed the remote and began to go through the channels—animal documentary, no.. news, yes. Setting down the remote on the table you listened closely to the news.

You weren’t the type to listen to the news but today was an exception, because you just felt like it. “What’s that?” Ayato asked, eyes ogling at the news reporter in the middle addressing the weather.

“Oh-“ “how does she know the weather so precisely?”

“Because, she is a news reporter, she reports on the weather and gives us all of the latest news about whatever.”

The sounds of them “oooh”ing and “aah”ing could be heard from all around you. With Al-haitham and Dainsleif just giving a small “mhm.”

You spend the next few minutes just eating breakfast and watching them all eye the TV and listen closely to the woman. This was.. interesting to them, they had never experienced this before.

Finally you were done eating breakfast, you were the last one to finish so as you began to wash your dish, you looked back and found Neuvillette behind you.

“Oh- god!” Your body jolted as your heart rate spiked up. “You scared me!” You said, sort of breathless.

Neuvillette sends you an apologetic look and apologies. “I’m so sorry for scaring you like that.. I apologize. I should’ve told you beforehand..” his brows furrowed, he looked extremely guilty it was eating your heart away. You couldn’t just not forgive him!

“It’s really okay Neuvillette! I just got a little scare was all..” you laughed at his scared face and turned back around to wash your dish. “What did you want?”

There was silence at first, Neuvillette didn’t respond, there seemed to be a nervous and awkward tension between you two.

“Neuvillette..? Did you want something?” You repeated, placing your dish in the dish rack before washing the other utensils, still awaiting his response.

“I-..” Neuvillette pauses, cheeks slightly tinted with red. “I uhm. I wanted to..” all of the sudden Neuvillette suddenly pulls you in a hug from behind, his arms awkwardly wrapped around your waist.

You were caught off guard by his action but you already knew all of them were touch-deprived and or just wanted to be next to you all the time.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, letting him embrace you in his warm arms from behind. “When I saw Childe hugging you I just.. felt something weird. I wanted to, lord forbid, push him and take his place.”

His words caught you off guard causing you to laugh abruptly and drop the utensils in the sink, a loud "CLUNK!" could be heard. "Oh whoops.. any who uh- Neuvillette are you.." you turn around and raise your brow, smirking up at him.

"Am I what?"

"Are you jealous~" your teasing voice made his heart skip a beat, his eyes focused on you, brows furrowing. "Me? Jealous? I don't know what you mean." Neuvillette sighed, his grip on your waist tightened.

You eyed him and slowly nodded your head. "Mhm.. sure.." Neuvillette peeks his head to the side and spots the utensils still unwashed. "Would you like me to clean the rest? You could go rest and bond with the rest."

Turning your head back around to look at the utensils that laid in the sink. You hummed for a few seconds before responding—"why don't we both clean them? You wanted to be with me right?"

Neuvillette nods his head, offering you a smile. You two began to wash the dishes together with Neuvillette standing beside you, after a few minutes all the dishes were on the dish rack, water dripping off down into the sink.

"All done! Now let's go join the others" you excitedly hummed, grabbing a hold of Neuvillette's arm and walking over to where the rest were.

Kazuha smiled and waved his hand at the both of you, once spotting you with Neuvillette. "You're back! What do you want to do now?"

You sit down on the end of the couch and sighed. "I'm not sure.. I do need to clean my house though, its been a while since I last cleaned it." ever since the men appeared in your room your house has.. sort of been trashed.

Not entirely trashed (Thoma, Kazuha, Diluc, Tighnari and Al-haitham kept the house clean) but still, you really needed to do a deep clean—ever since you've bought a house it really has been a hassle to keep everything in place as you were still in college and had to multi-task.

The mention of cleaning your house definenetly perked some heads up. "Cleaning? I can help!" Thoma offers, eyes shining with excitement (yes he loves cleaning and cooking and everything domestic, he IS the male wife).

"Me too!" "me three, I can help as well!" others chimed in as well, Childe stood up and raised his hand. "I will be the biggest help, don't worry Y/n! What's the biggest job I can do?"

Everybody groaned at the ginger's words and shook their heads in disappointment. Giving his words a thought, you hummed and put on your thinking face.

"Hm.. well I would say cleaning every single crevice you know.. the nook and crannies." you replied, smiling at Childe. He immediately grabbed a duster and set off to clean single crevice.

"I'll wipe the surfaces and all." Al-haitham states, getting up and grabbing some wipes before doing his thing.

"I'll organize your clothes Y/n! Oh and ours too"

"I'll go mop the floors."

Soon, you pretty much gave everybody a role to do (or they just gave themselves the role) and they all set off to do their jobs. Honestly, this had to be one of the best days ever—your house was going to be squeaky clean and plus you get to see them doing domestic chores.

"If you guys need any help just ask me okay?" you mentioned, dusting the books on a shelf. A collective "yes ma'am!" could be heard. They were so respectful it made you fold.

After what felt like hours of cleaning (it was, approximately 4 hours of cleaning) you flopped down on the couch along with a few others and heaved a great sight.

"Good job everybody!! the house looks so much cleaner now..." you sighed, chest heaving up and down. You were all tired, apart from Thoma, Tighnari, Al-haitham and Albedo, they still had energy left.

As you got up from the couch to fetch a glass of cold water, you got a fright from seeing Gorou sitting at your feet, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"Gorou? What's wrong?" you asked, your heart melting at the sight of his ears pressing flat against his head. Gorou stared up at you—his eyes glistening.

He inches closer to you, his arms wrapping around your legs. "What. Is. He. Doing." Childe whispered to Pantalone, eyeing Gorou with... some disgust. Pantalone shrugs. "Lord knows what."

"Uhm, If I may ask Y/n.. Do you think I did a good job today? For uh.. cleaning the house."

Your brows furrowed in confusion as he asked the question. What does that even have to do with anything.. "Yes, you have, why?" you questioned, watching Gorou lower his gaze to the floor.

Everybody watches as the scene unfolds, they were confused, scared, worried, but more so confused.

"Could I get a head-pat?" Gorou asked quietly, his eyes still focused on the floor, his head lowered as if to invite you to pat your head. Was he asking for a head-pat (some kind of reward) for his hard work?

Nodding your head, you began to pat his head softly, enjoying how soft his hair was, your hands would occasionally caress his ears and my god were they super soft!! Heat rushed to Gorou's cheeks as he realized you had no intention of stopping. Not that he was complaining.

"Gorou.. did you know your hair is very soft? Like, unbelievably soft! I could touch it all day if I could.." you exclaimed, if Gorou allowed you, you would definenetly be running your fingers through his hair furiously because it was just way too soft.

You wondered if the other's hair were soft too, I mean, all of theirs's looks soft, Neuvillette and Ayato's looked soft and silky. You should go look for an excuse to touch their hair soon..

As everybody watched Gorou enjoy his head-pats, they all eyed him with jealousy (if you look closely you can clearly see fume coming out of their ears right now), wishing that they were in his position—receiving head-pats from you, what a dream. And they were sure to make it come true.

"Ahem, dearest Y/n, don't you think that I too, did a fantastic job in scrubbing the shower too?" Kaeya sighs dramatically, sliding down and sitting next to you, batting his pretty eyelashes at you.

You turned to face him, pursuing your lips. "Well.. I mean.. yeeeessss..?"

It was a bit confusing after that, Kaeya asked for you to pat his head as well, saying that he "deserved it" (which he did) but then after that the others started to ask for some head-pats too. So in the end you had to give everybody a head-pat, it was very time consuming.

Soon, it was 1 pm—it was time for lunch. Time has gone by so fast with them, you (unfortunately) stop petting Al-haitham's hair and stand up from the couch.

"I'll go make some lunch now okay? Something simple like maybe a sandwich or something, is anyone hungry?"

While a few replied with "I'm hungry" some replied saying that they weren't hungry and would eat a snack of some sort. You began to grab out the ingredients to make a simple grilled cheese sandwich.

You made sure that the men weren't allergic to anything beforehand, you would definenetly not be having beans around Itto at all, while you were busy making everybody sandwiches, Zhongli sat on the chair behind the kitchen counter, watching your every move.

It was sort of uncomfortable, yes, but you didn't really mind at all. You were used to their curious stares after all.

"Zhongli, would you like to be the first one to try it out? I want to see if I need to add anything or fix anything up."

This wasn't your first time making sandwiches but still, you were positive they weren't used to your (earth) sandwiches so why not make Zhongli your taste-tester?

Zhongli nods his head, giving you a warm smile in the process and god was he so handsome. "Of course, It would be an honor to be the first to taste your sandwich." and with that you placed the plate – with the grilled cheese sandwich on it – on the counter, waiting for Zhongli to take his first bite and his opinions on it.

As Zhongli grabs the sandwich and takes the first bite, munching on it. You weren't nervous at all, watching him eat your sandwich. Okay that was a lie you were totally nervous. I mean making a grilled cheese sandwich? Nothing big! But the fact that Zhongli, a handsome, fine, fancy man is sitting right across from you and eating your sandwich is!!!

Studying his face got you nowhere. His face was as always, nonchalant and somewhat still, after swallowing, he looked up and set his gaze on your face.

"It's... amazing! I've never had anything like this before, a simple grilled cheese sandwich I've had but to have it made from you and in your household, in your world, makes it all the better. The taste is also immaculate, truly other worldly. Quite literally."

You crack a smile at his joke at the end and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god.. so it's okay, thanks Zhongli!" you thanked him before going back to making some more before finally setting them all down on the kitchen table, counter, and coffee tables (and some other places as well since those all of them can't fit in three spots).

Tighnari had noticed that you had a couple of plants in your home, they were.. not in the best condition, he had to say. But that was no problem! He could help you raise and take care of them.

"Say, Y/n. Please do not take any offense to this whatsoever but do you take care of your plants?"

The question was out of the blue, yes, and it did catch you off-guard for sure. "Oh- uh, my plants? Well the truth is I haven't really been taking care of them.. I mean I would love to but I'm very forgetful." You explained while smiling sheepishly, it was embarrassing after all.

Tighnari nods at your response and offers you help to which you obviously agree to! I mean who wouldn't? He would take care and nurture your dying plants? Deal!

Everybody began to eat lunch as for the ones who weren't hungry just lounged in your room, Al-haitham read a historical book that you haven't even finished reading (you only bought it because of you thought the cover was really vintage), Pierro stood in front of your window, staring out to the view of the skyscrapers and buildings. Albedo and Cyno were sitting on your bed in silence, waiting for you to finish eating and come back.

"What a total weirdo.." Cyno whispers to Albedo, eyeing the tall, old (and stinky, that's what they call him) fatui. Albedo simply glances at Pierro and looks back at Cyno, confused. "How so? I think it's totally normal to gaze out of the window, don't you think? I mean, the view is absolutely fantastic out there.. so many things we've never seen and don't you agree that the flowers that bloom down near the window looks absolutely-"

Cyno groaned as Albedo ranted on and on, what Albedo was trying to say was basically, staring out the window was "normal". But of course, he couldn't be rude about it so he had to painfully listen to Albedo spitting out nonsense.

Finally, you (along with others) finished your food and washed your dish before walking into your room, leaving everybody else who was still not done (Heizou, Kaveh and surprisingly, Tighnari, are slow eaters).

"You're done eating? What do you want to do now?" Pierro asked, his voice rumbling deeply that it gave Cyno a spook, it gave him the hibbie jibbies. Humming, you thought about your answer but concluded that you wanted to do nothing but sleep.

"Eh, not really. I do want to get a nap in though, I'm sort of tired." You yawned, flopping down onto your bed between Cyno and Albedo. "Would you want us to leave and let you sleep in peace or..?" Pierro asked once again, his face scanning yours.

You shake your head, covering your body in your sheets and curling into a ball. "I'm okay with you guys here don't worry. Pierro could you close the blinds please?"

Pierro nods and closes the blinds at your command, the room now dimly lit. Soon your heavy eyelids take over, but not before the sound of the door clicking open and then followed by Childe complaining about you leaving him.

The obvious sounds of groaning and complaints about Childe could be heard too (Itto was complaining REALLY loudly.), Cyno shushes everybody entering your room, pointing at your trying-to-fall-asleep figure.

"Ooooh, whoops! Sorry Y/n!" Childe apologizes, cringing at the thought of his loud voice waking you up. You could barely hear him though, drowsiness taking over your body and thoughts, nothing was left in your brain except for one thing—sleep.

Kaeya rolls his eyes at Childe before slowing and carefully closing the door shut. "It's only 2:30 pm, isn't sleeping in the afternoon bad or something?" Gorou asked, peeking his head from behind Itto to look at you.

Albedo hums. "Well, yes, but considering that they have been tiring themselves out since we've arrived, I think they deserve this well-deserved rest. Don't you agree?"

The surrounding men agreed, nodding their heads. "I agree, we should let Y/n sleep, I think I should too, without Y/n I'll be bored..." Kazuha yawns, already getting ready to take an afternoon nap with you.

After Kazuha laid down on the mattress, a few others started to mirror his actions. Itto, Ayato, Capitano, Thoma and Kaveh began to settle down on the mattresses while the others went to the other room to take a nap as well (some didn't want to so they stayed out of the rooms and watched the TV or played board games).

Normally when you sleep during the afternoon, you would wake up in the middle of the night, and oftentimes you fail to fall back asleep. And that is exactly what happened to you.

In the dimly lit room, darkness envelops every corner. The only source of light is the faint glow seeping through the curtains, painting the room in a hazy ambiance. You lie on your bed peacefully, your chest rising and falling rhythmically with each gentle breath you take in your sleep, the softness of the pillows cradling your head.

The darkness of the room seems to cocoon you and everybody, it is as if the night itself has woven a protective blanket around you all, the silence is broken only by the distant hum of the city, a lullaby that lulls you deeper into your peaceful slumber.

But soon, your eyelids flutter gently, and in the dark room, you can hazily make out the scene before you. Outside, the moon casted its soft glow through the window, casting delicate patterns on the bodies of the men and on the wall. It illuminates your face.

It was so comforting to you, the soft glow of the moonlight completing everything.

As you take in your surroundings you begin to understand that you were cuddling Kazuha while Ayato had his arms wrapped around you. Smiling softly, you snuggled in closer to Kazuha's chest—pressing your cheek against his warm and slowly rising chest.

And in this dimly lit room, you slumber on, oblivious to the world outside. The darkness embraced you like a mother's embrace, offering comfort, it is a place where dreams are born and nurtured, where the imagination takes flight and as the night deepens and silence engulfs the room, you continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the outside world.

But then before you could fall asleep your eyes shot open, I have to work tomorrow. Groaning, you nuzzled your face more into Kazuha's chest, knowing the next day would be tiring.

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Yander Number Five hcs

Five is a either a tunsdere or just a low ket yandere. At first

Five probably fell in love with you when you guys were teens. Then when he accidentally jumped too far he lost it when he saw your adult self dead with his family.

So during his time in the apocalypse he he hunts down things that remind him of you and search for ways to get back home.

One day while he was searching for supplies in a mall he found a manikin that looked like you. So he took it with him everywhere.

When Five eventually made it back to the "present" he ignored everyone else at Regionald's memorial. He made a bee line for you. He hugged you and didn't let you go while your mouth and the families mouths just hung open.

Somehow (your girl is too lazy to write how) Five managed to accelerate his growth and becomes your age.

Five is a possessive, manipulative, and a snarky clingy yandere.

He is more than willing to kill for you. If someone came on to you in front of him then he won't even have the decency to wait for you to leave so he can kill them.

Once he is done he is covered in blood and human bits. Five will sigh, grab you, and pretend nothing happened. If you cry or freak out while he tries to love on you covered in blood he will roll his eyes and tell you to shut up then kiss your forehead, smearing blood on you.

You tried to escape from him and leave the Hargreaves mansion after that incident but it didn't work well.

Five will guilt trip the hell out of you

"What do you mean you need space? I've been separated from you for years. And you're already trying to abandon me"

If you try to hang out with one of the other boys without him then he will be majorly possessive. He'll fight you on you having alone time. And if you somehow manage to get alone time then you better look around the corners. Because Five is more than likely watching from afar and drinking coffee

In a perfect world, where the world isn't ending, you'll be his perfect house wife

Five is very demanding and direct in letting everyone know what he wants and getting what he wants. No matter how much you argue or avoid him because of this. He will get what he wants.

Five will always be touching you in someway. Whether it be a hand on your hips to him sitting right next to you.

If he sees you hugging someone else (even his siblings) he will be pissed. You'll know that you fucked up when you see him clench his jaw, frown, and slightly clench his fists.

He will immediately pull you away and jump. Once you're both far away from anyone he tears a new one into you.

"You know you belong to me! No one should be touching you, but me!" He yelled as you started to cower. Maybe once upon a time you would have argued with him, but he took away whatever backbone you had (if you had one) a long time ago Five walks towards the wall next to you and punches a giant hole in it, causing you to jump in fear. "You touch anybody who isn't me again then they'll end up dead. And you'll get a punishment" he says an walks out the door to take a breather. You slowly slide down the wall and cry. You should have known better then upset him. Its all you're why he's mad right now. (That is pure Five manipulation right there my friends)

When you guys were kids he was also very possessive of you and your time then as well. How could he not be when you're so you. And he was especially extra possessive since you were the only friend the Hargreaves children were allowed to have. Which is remarkable since you are a normal.

Delores had to break up so many fights between Five and the other children because of his clingy and possessive tendencies.

Reginald used Five's love for you as a reward and punishment. If Five acted up then he wouldn't be allowed to see you. If he was good and trained extra hard then the more he can see you.

"The more you train Five, the more time with Y/N you'll be given."

You should have picked up on his unhealthy obsession love for you when you were kids. But you just couldn't see him in that light I guess.

If you had a crush on one of his siblings then he will be ruthless to them. Especially in dueling for training.

Since he has known you as kids then he'll know basically everything about you.

He will kidnap you, especially if you keep avoiding him. His yandere tendencies with increase 10 fold when he finally gets to reunite with you again. And since you can't jump like him, you're stuck at a home he found for the two of you.

If you need something from Five when you're kidnapped then he will negotiate with you. " I get no benefits from it. So why should I get you that? What do I get in return?" Which will cause you to give into whatever he desires at that point in time. Whether it be physical or verbal acts of love, you better give him what he wants or you're not getting what you requested.

If Five has had a hard day dealing with his family (who are searching for you) then you better behave, make him coffee/food, love on him, and tell him how much you need him. Or else you're gonna receive a pisser pissy Five.

In your little house he will have all your favorite things there for you. No matter what it be, except for certain things.

If you want a console of some sort then except parental controls on it. He isn't dumb. Five isn't gonna give you something that allows you to talk to other people to get help unless it has parental controls that block that.

Five's punishments are verbal, mental, and possibly physical.

If you piss him off enough, like by trying to escape, then he might hurt you in the crossfire of his rage. Your home will be a mess and you will be on the floor crying while holding your cheek.

Or if you refuse him and his physical touches then he might lock you in a room for a couple days. Five might also say somethings about how no one can love you because you're his alone.

"No one can love you after I claim you"

If you try to butter him up with you iniating physical affection he will give you a deranged smile and hold on to you like a python. And kiss you like his life depends on it.

But Five isn't stupid, he knows you're trying to manipulate him. (Which is silly, trying to manipulate the master of manipulation.) But he will keep his deranged smile and hold you. Because you're not gonna get whatever it is out of him. You might be able to "manipulate" him into getting a book or something, but really its just a reward for you initiating physical contact. Trying to manipulate him to make your escape easy is stupid.

If you do somehow escape (good luck with that, the house is basically escape-proofed, all the windows are bullet proof and painted shut, multiple locks on every door leading to the outside) then don't seek refuge with anyone you love, even the rest of the Hargreaves. Five is more than willing to kill them if it means he gets you back.

Five loves you more than anything, including coffee. Just be a good girl and love him. Or else you're gonna be in hell for a long time (better hope you get Stockholm Syndrome quickly)

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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.

Bang and hang

synopsis: bonten kidnapped a gen z reader whose father is in debt to them. turns out the gen z kid is something they didn’t expect and bonten gang is in for a ride.

PART 6 (check masterlist for other parts)

cw: smut, lots of praise, threesome, blowjob, breeding kink (if you squint enough), more praise. Let me know if I missed anything!

gn!reader

please let me know if I’ve written in any way that’s not gender neutral, that would be really appreciated and I would fix it right away. Thank you in advance!

Bruh this was,,,a ride to write tbh cause I’ve never written a threesome before. I hope this was enjoyable enough or the praises in this will make up for it lmao — Kei

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NSFW BELOW THE CUT

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Your upper body bare, all for Ran to see as you hump against tented up crotch. A little patch of wet spot was visible on his sweatpants and you felt delighted to see that and know how Ran felt.

His kisses and touches felt hot on your skin as you rub yourself against him, whimpering out pleases for him to properly fuck you. You didn’t hear the door unlock but when it opened properly, Mikey stood in the entrance.

Enthralled by his appearance, you let out a little happy squeal seeing your cute man at the door, surprised to the see the special view in front of him. Your nipples perked out, your lips formed into a happy grin as Ran was clearly shocked as he stopped in his tracks, stopping just hovering over your nipple.

“You came!”

“I did.” Mikey says, feeling loss of words. “Did I interrupt?”

“Not really, I would love to have a another one fucking me up if I’m gonna be honest.”

“Are you blatantly flirting now? In this situation?” Ran speaks up. “Shut up, have you seen that man’s dick?”

“Have you?”

“No but I know it’s out of this world.”

Snickering at your remarks, Mikey closes the door. Ran looks at him in surprise but his reaction seconds on turns into a knowing smile with a hint of a little smirk on his pretty lips.

“Oh wow.” You slightly moan as Mikey takes off his shirt in such a attractive way, showing off his toned body. His abdomen was flat and the abs slightly visible, his own nipples were perked up and even he himself wore a sweatpants which added more to your reason to feel hot in every part of your body. A soft whimpers leaves your lips when Mikey sits behind you on your bed.

“Can I touch you?” Yes, consent is key. And Mikey’s got all consent in the world for you. “Gosh, please do.” You cry out in frustration. Smirking at your reaction while flashing Ran a knowing glance, Mikey finally places his hands on your body, touching you everywhere from your shoulders to your hips and waist. Going up to trace his fingertips on your shoulder blades and around your nipples. All of it felt hypnotizing.

“My my, our little doll came just by you touching their pretty skin.” Ran sings out in amusement. Feeling embarrassed, you turn your neck to place your face on Mikey’s bare chest.

“Are you disappointed?” The sudden need to ask for approval and confirmation just hits you. Stroking your cheek and brushing his thumb against your lips. Mikey shakes his head. “I’m rather proud of you.” He says before kissing you on the lips. The kiss felt dizzying in such a good way, turning your body around to face Mikey properly, your knees were on the bed and your ass right in front of Ran’s view.

Enjoying the sight in front of him, he squeezes your ass with both his hands, yelping in shock in the kiss with Mikey at Ran’s touch, you soon melt into it when you felt Ran softly kneading it and placing kisses here and there. Until you felt him circle his finger on your core down below and slowly enter the same finger.

Moaning into the kiss with Mikey, the said man tugs on your lower lip and sucks on it. He traces his hands on your front and circles your nipples with his index finger and thumb. Arching your back at the both Mikey and Ran’s touches, you started to feel sensitive, pulling away from the kiss when you felt Ran enter a second finger and repeatedly thrusts his fingers and stretches you wide.

“Doing this so you can take my cock well, hmm.” Ran tells you as you pull away from the kiss with Mikey.

“Such a good doll, are they not?” Mikey says as Ran hums in response. “They do deserve a little reward.” Feeling excited for your said reward and your anticipation clearly shown on your face, Mikey chuckles as he cups your face and gives you a chaste kiss on your lips before grabs the top of your hair and tugs you down to his dick.

“You think you can take me like this?” Wanting to show a demonstration, you were about to go for it until tugs your hair down and your face him. “I want a answer with that pretty mouth of yours, doll.”

“Yes sir, I can take it.” Liking your reply, you took his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip as Mikey throws his head in back in pleasure with a moan. Swiftly licking his entire length and then taking it fully in your mouth down your throat, hitting the back. Mikey’s hold on your hair tightens as he grits his teeth in satisfaction. Ran chuckles in amusement as he touches himself, enjoying the event in front of him, unfolding.

Your mouth is warm on his cock, it’s wet and devastatingly soft. Mikey looks down at you and locks eyes as you work him wonders. He’s already so close and can’t process anything else than the sensation and pleasure from your pretty mouth on his cock. Bopping your head up and down Mikey’s cock, Ran feels himself coming closer. But then Mikey’s pulling off and you whine in on protest at the loss of his cock in your mouth.

“Gonna fill you up so well, angel.” Ran says, licking two of his fingers and strokes it on your hole before fully entering you. Gasping at the size of his dick and him entering you slowly in such a frustrating way, you wiggle your hips closer to his as Ran lets out a chuckle in amusement. “Not so fast, dear.” He says that but pulls out and seconds later shoves himself in you as you grip hard on the sheets beneath yourself. Mikey watches the both of you as he jerks himself to come.

A grin spreads on Ran’s lips, as he repeatedly thrusts into you, slamming his hips into yours, making you cry out in pleasure. He plants both of his hands on your hips to gain more control over his pace and starts fucking you properly.

Mikey lets out a breathy laugh as he tries to match the pace of his executive fucking you, he won’t last long meanwhile Ran on the other side.

Ran’s thrusts were like a animal in heat, desperately hammering into you. Each time his balls slaps against you, you let out a shaky moan at the pleasure.

“Am I doing good?” You asked, gasping inbetween every word.

“So good, so good.” Mikey says as you look up at him and he reaches his climax, some of it coming on your face as you lick some that landed on your lips. Mikey grins at your action and sloppily kisses you as Ran fucks you.

Ran felt you clamp down on his cock and he felt his thrust getting sloppier each time. He lost himself inside you, continuing to stroke your walls with his cock at a sloppy pace. Managing to catch a few more thrusts before he came, his cock twitches between your walls and fills you up so good.

Face wet with tears as you felt your knees almost giving out, Ran pulls himself out of you. Mikey breaks the kiss and wipes away the drool on your lips.

“You did so well.” He praises you as you smile in content.

“You did more than well.” Ran tells you as he flips you around gently on your back, massaging your hips. You got to take a good look at Ran, his hair was messy and sticking to his forehead, skin glistening as he had a gentle smile on his face. You reach out to Ran but feeling so exhausted, you held onto Ran’s hands close to your chest. Mikey hums in agreement as he runs his hands through your hair.

The last thing you saw before you dozed off were the two faces of the bonten members, Ran cleaning you up as Mikey hovered above you and planted a kiss on your forehead.

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AAAAAA you’ve come so far ;) nah jk I hope y’all enjoyed this really, hope it lived up to your expectations.

This series will end very soon, I haven’t figured out how to end it yet, but I’m gonna have to close up this series and that’s so sad ngl :”)

Have a nice day/night,

Kei!

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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"