Noncon Friendship

Do you guys remember how kidnap fantasies were popular on wattpad because young girls and queer teens were both made to feel shame at the thought of their own sexualities, so the fantasy of being kidnapped totally against their will was a way for them to engage with a romantic or sexual fantasy without feeling morally in the wrong for doing so? Added bonus that the fantasy involved being whisked away from repressive environments like home or school, right?

Finding out that Bram Stoker was in a sexless marriage and that scholars believe that he very likely was closeted gay puts the entire book into perspective as to WHY it reads EXACTLY like a self insert wattpad Dracula kidnap fic:

“I TOTALLY love my wife and would never do anything that an upstanding Good Straight Working Man wouldn’t do but oh nooo, big strong man with broad back and strong enough arms to carry me back to bed like a princess trapped me and claimed me as his, completely against my will 👉👈 But he protects me against the bad evil sexual women (who I assure you, I am TOTALLY sexually attracted to, as any straight man with a choice would be) but trust me, I do NOT want ANY of this. What’s that? The Count is not capable of feeling love? Would be a shame if I had the special ability to change tha-”

roronoa zoro x gn!reader

reader gives praise + pet names / slightly steamy / zoros a simp

“missed you today,” you mumble against his mouth.

zoro thinks you’re heaven bottled, straddling his waist, kissing him like you’ve been starved. he sits back, enjoying your undivided attention and flurry of soft, deep kisses. his large hands gently squeeze at your sides, then move to your thighs, kneading the soft, plush skin.

he’s in love with you. zoro is completely and unequivocally in love with you. he’s drunk on your lips, your body, your voice. everything. you fill his senses and bewitch his mind. even the scent of your hair left on his pillow has him burying his nose into the plushness to get more of it. he’s obsessed. he’s so sure of it, and yet it’s so foreign and strange for him.

zoro is no stranger to desire. he knows how it feels to want something so badly you’d kill for it, but never has he felt a desire quite like this one. it’s not a desire to win, or to be the greatest, or to serve. it’s vulnerable and fragile. it’s consuming and overwhelming. it’s more more more.

and that’s all he can think when your lips finally part, your eyes looking down at him like he’s never done a bad thing in his life. like he’s precious. innocent. loved. missed. wanted.

“i love you,” you whisper to him, tracing the sharp edge of his jaw before pressing a gentle kiss there. he pulls you closer, if possible, his strong hands gliding up your t-shirt to rest on your bare back. he presses his lips to your neck, earning a satisfying sigh from you, so he sucks lightly.

“i love you,” he mutters into your skin, goosebumps forming along his defined arms as your nails begin to scratch at his scalp. close just isn’t enough. he buries his face into your shoulder, nuzzling there.

such a big man and yet, for you, he’s melted butter.

“you worked so hard today,” you tell him, kissing the shell of his ear, “you’re so good, baby. so good.”

he relishes in the praise. he wants it so bad. from the moment you joined the crew, he’d been jealous of any praise you gave to anyone else. especially the idiot cook. how he longed to have you tell him he’s done well, that he’s good, that you’re proud.

zoro doesn’t know when he turned into such a melt, but you just have that affect on him. you make him feel like he can be vulnerable in your presence.

“thank you,” he breathes, squeezing you tighter.

“do you want me to rub your shoulders?” you ask him softly, pressing little kisses to the side of his head. he could stay here forever and a day.

“you don’t have to,” he says, voice rough from how tired he is. you chuckle lightly.

“i want to,” you tell him honestly, pushing him off with great difficulty, “let me take of you, ‘ro.”

he’s so thankful to whatever fate bought you to him, shuffling around so he’s sitting between your dangling legs, your hands rubbing gentle but firm circles into his muscles. he groans when you hit a certain spot, so you stay there, every now and then kissing the crown of his head.

he’s just not worthy. he doesn’t understand how he managed to get this hallelujah. how, out of everyone, he’s the one you devote your time to. he’s the one you drunkly confessed to one night after a successful fight, kissing him before pulling yourself away and mumbling how sorry you were and that you understand if he didn’t feel the same.

how ludicrous.

it was his bed you clambered into and never left. it’s his mouth you kiss good morning and kiss goodnight. it’s his hand you squeeze under the table. it’s his face you search for in the crowd.

and he’s so fucking thankful. there’s a God. there must be.

“never leave me,” he finds himself saying out loud, your movements stopping, hands resting against his shoulders. he feels you move, and then your lips against his ear.

“what a silly thing to say,” you speak softly, sending a shiver down his spine as your hands begin working at his tired muscles again, “i’m not going anywhere, ‘ro. please don’t worry about that.”

he closes his eye. trusting you. relaxing back into your embrace. if you’re destined to always be at his side, always sleep beside him, to rub his shoulders and kiss his skin, then he’s sure, more than ever, there’s someone Holy looking down on him. he should be more accommodating to that thought. maybe it’s time he actually thank whoever they are.

hell, he might even start praying.

i do not own one piece or anything associated with it

lord take away all of megan thee stallion’s pain and please give it to biden

rip my ribcage open (devour what’s truly yours)

zoro x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: tummy-pusher zoro, squirting, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, prone bone, chokehold, slight breath play, creampie, violent imagery, religious imagery, bit of aftercare.

zoro thinks you might be trying to say his name.

he’s knelt between your legs, sitting back on his haunches and rocking his hips just enough to fuck you with the fat tip of his cock. there’s a rhythm to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest. short inhale, long exhale, the same way you always sigh his name when he’s reduced you to this.

tears dotting your lashes, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, hips bucking mindlessly trying to get him to slip in deeper.

fuck, you’re hungry for it.

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JJK characters reacting to you squirting for the first time

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Warnings. AFAB reader, praise, filming mentions, belly bulge in yuji's bc he's hUge, squirting duh, strap on, daddy kink, mommy kink, size kink, fingering, cum eating, overstim, edging, pussy slap and one spank bc geto is a menace, dirty talk, creampie, slight breeding kink in megumi's I think, DNI criteria

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Characters. Gojo, Yuji, Toji, Nobara, Maki, Megumi, Geto, Sukuna.

♡ Requested. Anon: Headcannon on how the JJK boys would react to you squirting for the first time? 🤭💞 + @festive : Maki and nobara

#Tags. @yuujispinkhair @multistan-247 @zeninade

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated!!

Satoru Gojo

Smug bastard

He's been fucking into you for so long now that you lost track of time. Wet squelches of his cock pushing inside your tight cunt while you squirmed under his huge form, taking his pounding with stifled moans. That is, till you felt the proverbial coil in your lower belly tighten impossibly,"Fuck- baby, baby- if ya' keep squeezin' me s'tight-" Furrowed white brows shoot up when a clear liquid drenches his cock and a portion of his lower abdomen.

"Didn't know you are a squirter, baby." He purrs, blue eyes entrapped on your spasming cunt as you creamed on his cock. Beads of sweat dewed on top of his brow from the intensity of his own orgasm while he fucked you through yours. His huge 6'7 state toppled over yours as he reached for his phone on the nightstand,"Think ya' can do it again f'me?" With his thumb drawing lazily on your wet clit, he turns on his phone camera.

Definitely gonna tease you later abt it😭

"You're an idiot 'toru!"

"Well this idiot can make ya' squirt."

He don't care if you both are in public, he's got NO SHAME.

Yuji Itadori

He's shocked initially but it soon fades into a gleeful grin.

"Y/n, 'm close," Yuji's voice is a strained whisper grunted out aa his palm pressed flush on the outline of his cock under your skin,"Yuji," Your mind only managed to form his name before your eyes rolled into your head and back arched,"This cock is all yours, baby." He felt every thrust under his fingers,"Go on and cream on my cock, please." His whimper along with the spurts of his orgasm right against your sweet spot made your vision go blank as your walls squeezed him tight.

Even through your post orgasmic haze, you could hear his proud mutter,"I did that," You hum in acknowledgement, embarrassment crawling up your spine as you notice the mess you made,"Baby," He takes your face in his palms, thumbs rubbing small circles on the heated contour of your cheeks,"You did great," A sweet kiss meets your lips as Yuji bucks into you softly to ride out his orgasm,"My good girl,"

Expect lots of praises from him.

“Cum as much as you wanna, sweetheart. Just wanna see ya' all fucked out and pretty f'me.”

“Use your words pretty girl, can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need.”

He tells himself he does it to make you feel better and it's true but mostly it's because Yuji loves the way your pussy clamps down tight around him at the sugary words.

Toji daddy Fushiguro

Greedy mf

He's got you folded in half with your thighs pushed up snug against your bouncing tits,"Need daddy to fill ya' up all nice, hm?" You babble off a slurred response, too drunk on the way his thick cock is rubbing against your walls, hitting all the good spots with each thrust,"Yes, daddy please please please," Toji chuckles at your words,"Then go on and tell me just how desperately you want it, that you need it." Before you can speak, your jaw hangs open in a soundless scream.

A choked groan of surprise rumbles at the back of his throat,"Fuck, that was fuckin' hot." Squishing your thighs, he pounds into you harder,"C'mon, do that again," He spoke over the loud drenched slapping noises as he rut into your sullied hole,"Daddy, too much please," Your toes curl from the intensity of it, moans falling freely from your kiss swollen lips,"Nuh-uh baby,"

He doesn't stop till you squirt again😃

"Be my good girl n' do it for daddy."

"Look s'beautiful like this, so messy for daddy."

Mans got stamina, so rip to your poor pussy because now that he's made up his mind, no matter how much you cry and writhe under him with little daddy slow down! and please toji, he's gonna see it through till you squirt again on his cock.

Nobara Kugisaki

Meanie

Your chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm while your eyes fluttered shut,"Eyes on me," A quick curl of her fingers had you gasping, staring down at her pretty face in between your thighs,"Look a'me when I make you cum on my tongue, baby." Her lips quirk up in a teasing smirk as she burries her slender fingers knuckles deep in your greedy cunt. Pressing hier tongue to your swollen clit, she hums in delight. With her fingertips nudging at your sweet spot, your head falls back and you cry out.

"Wow," Blinking away the daze, you look down at the way her chin is drenched, tongue peaking out to lick at her lips,"What a disobedient girl you are, y/n." Nobara tuts, pulling her fingers out with a slick pop. Kissing your thigh, she holds her hand up to your mouth,"Go on, clean 'em. It's your mess, baby."

Has you suck on her fingers

"Oh, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, so obedient now."

"Did I make you feel s'good that your pussy just did that?"

Never gonna let you forget it that she, Nobara, made you squirt just by her mouth and fingers like she didn't edge you for countless times before that 🙄

Maki Zenin

Beefy mommy--

"Maki," Your thigh burns from the stretch as she lifts it up on her shoulders,"Can't no more," Palms bracketing your bouncing breasts, she huffs,"You can take it." Sweat made strands of dark hair stick to her forehead as she bit her lip in concentration, the new angle had the strap on going deeper. She could tell by how loud you are,"Cum for me, baby." Her hand slipped up to cup your cheek, thumb gliding over your lower lip,"Cum for mommy, hm?"

Her shoulders flex under your legs, you can feel the toned muscles ripple as she delivers a powerful thrust. Your cry drowns out the terrible squeak of the bed as you follow her command,"God, baby, s'good for mommy." Her eyes follow the way the wet strap on disappears inside your cunt as she fucks you through your orgasm,"My messy little baby."

Why do I get a feeling that this woman is gonna fuck your face next

"Taste that? That's all you."

"Go on, take it all in your mouth like your pussy did."

Maki loves to see the tears running down your face as she ruts into your face, knowing full well that the strap on hits the back of your throat with each thrust.

Megumi Fushiguro

Filthy filthy mouth, wash it with a soap man

“What baby? What’s wrong, what’s got you whining?” His body covers yours as he bends over, chest pressed to your warm back,"You like the way my cock feels inside you?" His hand is cupping your breast, tugging and teasing at the bud standing tall as you buried your face in the crook of your elbow,"Your pussy sure likes it, angel. It's wrapped s'fucking tight 'round my cock, squeezing just perfect,"

You squeal as his tip slips against your rough patch, hitting repeatedly till you're spilling on his cock like a wild stream. He chuckles at the way your cunt struggles with his relentless thrusts,"Looks like your pussy loves my cock, yeah?" His fingers pinch and rub at your clit to prolong your orgasm, just so he could feel your walls tighten around his length for longer.

Just because you came doesn't mean he's gonna stop, he's not gonna let you rest till he has filled you up to the brim.

"Gonna let me cum in this pretty pussy, baby?"

"You look s'beautiful like this, stuffed full with my cum, my little cumdump."

His words make your cunt clench even after he pulls out. Megumi laughs when a drop of his white warmth rolls down your thigh before his fingers scoops it up and smears it on your puffy clit while you whimper.

Suguru Geto

Smug bastard 2.0

The sheets are wet from your drool and tears as he pressed your face down on the mattress, balls leaving a delicious sting on your clit as they slapped against you with each rough thrust from him. A muffled plea soaked the pillow with your moan,"Hm? Speak up darling, can't hear ya' over the pretty noises yer' making f'me." The huge hand pressing between your shoulder blades held you down firmly while the other one smacked your ass before sneaking down to slap at your swollen clit.

You screamed, balling up the sheets in your fists as your stomach knotted, squelching on his cock,"Darlin', fuck- that's amazing," Geto licks his lips at the sight of your pussy fluttering all messy around his shaft. Gripping your squirming hips, he ruts harder into you,"What a pathetic mess you are, y/n." Your whimpers egg him on while he chases his own orgasm, heavy balls dragging along your thighs, now wet with your slick,"Need me to clean ya' up, huh?"

He's gonna bury his face in between your legs right after he pumps you with his seed.

"Hold still f'me. I'm doing this for you, darling."

"Gotta take care of my sweet girl, yeah?"

FILTHY. That's what Geto is, he holds your thighs apart as his tongue swirls around your cunt and then he's crawling up your torso to press slicked lips to your drool glossed ones, letting you taste the mess on his mouth.

Ryomen Sukuna

Oh dear, you think it's the first time you squirt for him? He's the king of curses, he's got you squirting every time he fucks you.

A pair of hands griped your naked waist, ploughing you on his hard cock while the other squeezed at your breasts. With each thrust, his cock pressed snug at the door of your cervix. Loud 'kuna please and wet smacks resonated in the serenity of his magnificent domain, twinned with his proud chuckles and grunts,"What would you do without me, brat?"

Sukuna leans back on his throne, red orbs glistening at the way you trip on slurred words,"Need your king to fuck you till you're dumb, hm?" Your body shuddered as you toppled over the edge of your precipice, your juices ruining his clothes,"Again?" His neck wraps around the back of your neck and he pulls you into a kiss, teeth sinking into your plump lower lip.

Sukuna makes you ride him till he cums, that's the least you can do after he gave you such mind numbing orgasms each time, right?

"Use that tight little cunt to make your king cum, gambare gambare."

"What? Need my help again? What a pathetic little mortal."

He eventually guides your tired, worn out body on his aching cock, using you like a doll for his pleasure till he's leaking thick ropes of hot cum deep inside you.

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Baby Blue - Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Geto

Warnings: Explicit smut, noncon/rape, threesome/double penetration, unhealthy relationships/manipulation

Word Count: 16,216

Ah, there’s nothing like traveling and family to kill inspiration. Regardless, here it is, as promised

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Sweat trickled down the middle of your spine, curving with the arch of your perfectly upright posture. Your hands, neatly folded in your lap, weren’t shaking, but the stark white of your knuckles was telling enough of the anxiety keeping your body almost exhaustingly stiff.

This was why you didn’t put yourself out there. This was why you were careful, measuring the risk and reward of your actions before acting impulsively. This was the consequence and nothing you felt—fear, discomfort, uncertainty, betrayal—was as potent as the regret. You had a feeling when you showed up at Satoru Gojo’s door with lingerie under your dress and butterflies going wild in your stomach that something was wrong but you told yourself it was just nerves. After all, firsts were important and you’d been putting off your first with your boyfriend for longer than you thought he’d have the patience for. You weren’t trying to be rude, or to intrude. You were trying to surprise him because you knew Satoru liked surprises. But the door was open, that wasn’t your fault. The intentions you had going in weren’t morally good, but they certainly weren’t insidious, you weren’t trying to spy on Satoru or anything. It was by complete accident and horrible happenstance that you caught a glimpse of the guest he had over.

And after that, intentions didn’t matter. You had officially seen too much.

In a way, you might have rathered he was just cheating on you. That would hurt, but it wouldn’t be entirely out of character. You would cry and burn the various stupid souvenir trinkets he brought back for you and complain to your friends over a bottle of wine or five, but that would be it. Instead, Satoru greeted your intrusion with only a second of displeasure before it melted into knowing delight, enthusing about the wonderful surprise and ushering you to come in with his normal energy. Now you were stuck between two of the strongest sorcerers in the world. Well, Suguru Geto was no longer a jujutsu sorcerer, even if that was how you remembered him. Now he was a criminal, a curse user, a genuine villain, and, most importantly, Satoru Gojo’s arch enemy.

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pairing: sanji x f!reader tags: crack treated seriously, sanji being sanji, dental student!reader but written from sanji's pov so no medical knowledge needed, fat reader (especially in the belly and tits), suggestive, minors dni, law starring as the resident cockblock word count: 1.8k note: weeks ago I talked about how I parked my tits on the forehead of my patient while doing my first frontal filling years back and immediately got the worst possible idea for a little fic. dedicated to that very same young man. I'm still so sorry dude you were a real one 😶

Sanji feels like his pants are going to explode any moment now. When he got up this morning, he hadn’t expected to have the fingers of a woman down his throat - feeling, massaging and palpating. Admittedly, you’re a little rough with him because you’re untrained but that slight tickle of his gag reflex your fingers evoke is hotter than he thought it could be. He has half a mind not to chase them with his tongue, not wanting to scare you off.

Of course, your intentions are innocent. You’re trying to see something that is entirely beyond his scope but hey, he isn’t the professional here. (Or on the road to be a professional, considering that you’re still a student.) The last time he went to the dentist it had certainly been different - curt, clinical and without much frou-frou - but whatever it is they’re teaching the students nowadays, he finds himself very much agreeing to it. Maybe a bit too much, he thinks and tries to fight the half-chub with thoughts of his old man. 

It’s hard, pun intended. You are a dream in starched white directly in front of him, round face scrunched up in concentration. Clearly, you’re taking your task very seriously but that doesn’t help him much with staying composed when you’re clumsily whipping his head around by his teeth, the touch demanding and a little careless. You don’t seem to be the bossy type but there is something about sitting beneath a beam of cold, white light while getting thoroughly inspected by a soft-cheeked, lovely woman that makes his face traitorously warm. “Alright”, you say and pull your fingers out of his mouth, white nitrile shiny with his spit, your skin peeking through the stretched material.

He briefly wonders how they’d feel wrapped around his-

Shit.

“Mucosa looks healthy, gingiva is inflamed, though”, you say to your assisting student, as you turn away from him again - some skinny dude with a severe expression and a goatee. “Can you write that down?”

The guy just nods behind a paper file and Sanji can see it shake with the pressure of a pen against printed-on lines. There is a name tag clipped to his chest but Sanji is ignoring it on purpose. He doesn’t like him at all - he had given the blond nothing but filthy looks after Sanji had offered you his first name upon introduction, and even interrupted him when he was only trying to make (perfectly harmless) small talk. Something about time being of essence but Sanji is just not buying that.

Asshole.

They had battled it out via eye contact when Sanji had to gurgle that god-awful mouthwash for a solid minute and the only thing he won in those sixty seconds was the knowledge that Goatee has terrible manners.

Just his luck, he figures. The one chance he has to be meticulously pampered by a pair of cute dental students has to be ruined by some pierced killjoy. This situation could only have been worse if (by some miracle) Zoro turned out to be your assistance. But fortunately that man knows as much about teeth as he does about navigation: fuck all.

It had been Nami who had recommended the student program to him when he noticed a pesky, dark spot right between his incisors - and while she was intent on saving him money, he was more taken by the thought of being put into the care of aspiring dentists like you. Sanji had been sold. And he had been even more thrilled when he got that first call from you, your voice promising nothing but prowess, delicate hands in his mouth and a sweet face to stare at. (Okay, maybe your hands aren't so delicate after all - but one smile from behind your mask and all is forgiven.)

Too bad your sweet glory comes with a lanky, pierced guard dog. 

“Have you had any injections in the past?”, you ask and pull him out of his reverie, a syringe already in your dominant hand. “Ever had any troubles with them?”

He shakes his head no and tries to keep his breathing even when you duck down to him, hunched over as you push his upper lip towards his nose in one swift notion. “This is gonna sting a little. And you might feel a little pressure.” Indeed, it does - but it’s so miniscule that he can barely call it a pinch. Your concern for him is incredibly cute, though. Your hand is a little shaky as you press the liquid out of the needle but aside from the feeling of liquid pooling underneath sturdy skin, he feels nothing. He watches as you furrow your brow and let out a sigh of relief when the syringe is empty. You’re clearly nervous and he wants it to be because of him so, so badly but unfortunately, he knows better.

“It’ll be over soon, you’re doing so well”, you say after putting the needle away and take his upper lip between your index finger and thumb and slot the digit right into the fold that his mucosa forms, gently pulling and rubbing at the same time. “Just a little longer, can you do that for me?” Oh, he’d do much more than this for you, he thinks but the only thing that comes out of him is a weak gurgle.

Goatee scoffs next to him. 

“I think you didn't inject enough. You might want to re-apply some.”

“No, I gave him almost two milliliters, that should be enough”, you say and he can tell you’re pouting underneath the mask. Sanji swears the other man grins for a split second. “Bummer.”

“Alright, we’ll just do some prep while the anesthetic kicks in, okay?”, you ask and don’t even wait for an answer. He watches you while you flit around the tiny space, gathering things on the little tray that hovers above him, nods and smiles when you do your best to apply a clunky dental dam and lets you move the chair into the right position. When you’re done, the world is almost upside down, with his head tilted and you right in the center of it all, trying to adjust the light above you.

“Any moment this gets uncomfortable, you tell me immediately, alright?”, you say far above him and he’s grateful that Goatee is doing a great job at using that little saliva tube because he’d be drooling otherwise. 

Framed by a pair of thighs, your warmth just at the tip of his head, your breasts almost a shelf between him and your face. This is how he wants to die, he thinks. Just a whole lot of soft woman surrounding him. But it’s only just about to get better.

You take the drill into your hands and inch closer until he feels something solid, yet soft touching him. He realizes that it’s your belly at the same time your assistance does, because as his eyes go dinner-plate-wide, Goatee hisses your name through clenched teeth. “Posture.” Never has Sanji hated another man more than him in this very moment. “Oh, thanks”, you beam, so genuine it makes him want to cry. Unfair. Life is entirely unfair. He wallows in self-pity while you let the bur whir. It’s astounding that he really doesn’t feel anything but the pressure and the low vibration that makes his bones swing, too bad it’s exponentially less wonderful when he could have marveled at the feeling and that warm softness touching him. “You know”, you start the moment the instrument buries itself into his enamel, talking as if you’re both contemplating life over some wine. “Your gums are really inflamed. I can tell that you smoke a lot.” Not able to really answer because of the thin sheet of latex over his mouth, he simply hums in confirmation. He can tell that it bothers you - adorable, you’re worried for his health - because you had been downright shocked while going through a questionnaire with him earlier, shooting Goatee looks that only could be described as Are you hearing what I’m hearing? when he confessed to smoking a pack a day.

Well, old habits die hard. “You should really consider quitting or at least cutting down-”, you start and continue to list all the terrible consequences his nicotine addiction might bring, all the while you’re swinging around that little diamond bur like it’s a pen. And, still unable to answer, he hums. If he was able to, he’d probably tell you that he’d do anything for you as long as you let him live between your tits, preferably until the day he draws his last breath. Fuck. It’s definitely the wrong line of thought, especially because they’re so close in this position. He swears he can see the color of your bra peek through your scrubs - he’d almost be giving in to the next little daydream if it weren’t for the fact that you seem to hunch over ever so slightly while you work. Too lost in your thoughts, you seem to have forgotten about the warning you received earlier and let your body curl into itself to get a better view at his tooth. Closer, just a little closer, he thinks, almost going cross-eyed as you concentrate more and more on the task at hand and less on sitting straight. Not even Goatee seems to notice, too focused on helping you. God, are you wearing pink? The thought is enough to send a rush of blood back down to his crotch, his hands gripping the seat underneath him like his life depends on it. He’s desperately trying to think of a million unpleasant things at once - he’s not trying to spoil your efforts. You had been so eager on the phone, had told him that frontal fillings are hard to get. It’d be a shame to ruin that opportunity for you but- The very last few ounces leave his head when he can finally feel that heavenly touch of fabric-cupped fat right on his forehead, the slightest kiss of heaven underneath blessed sterile light. Angels are singing somewhere, he’s sure, and if his mouth wasn’t already open, he’d let out the most pained silent scream to ever exist. Your tits are heavy, they’re warm and they were made to rest on his face until he suffocates and by god, you just don’t back off. Sanji is nothing but a pathetic little prey animal caught between your soft belly and your breasts and he can do nothing but play dead in hope that he might come out of this alive, somehow. You shift your weight, probably reach for the tray in front of you, imaginary violins start playing and it’s officially over.

He slacks against your touch before he can even gurgle for attention (and really, does he want to? If he were to die right now, it would be an honor, a befitting end), the world around him growing quiet, a screen of white taking over. Wherever he is going to is warm and cozy and has a magnetic pull on him, so he follows.

The last thing he hears is you calling his name and Goatee barking orders - because of course he has to get the last word in. “I told you to keep your back straight, god fucking dammit-”

And if you learned one thing that day it was to get your milkers out of people’s faces lest they faint 😔

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Baby Blue - Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Geto

Warnings: Explicit smut, noncon/rape, threesome/double penetration, unhealthy relationships/manipulation

Word Count: 16,216

Ah, there’s nothing like traveling and family to kill inspiration. Regardless, here it is, as promised

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Sweat trickled down the middle of your spine, curving with the arch of your perfectly upright posture. Your hands, neatly folded in your lap, weren’t shaking, but the stark white of your knuckles was telling enough of the anxiety keeping your body almost exhaustingly stiff.

This was why you didn’t put yourself out there. This was why you were careful, measuring the risk and reward of your actions before acting impulsively. This was the consequence and nothing you felt—fear, discomfort, uncertainty, betrayal—was as potent as the regret. You had a feeling when you showed up at Satoru Gojo’s door with lingerie under your dress and butterflies going wild in your stomach that something was wrong but you told yourself it was just nerves. After all, firsts were important and you’d been putting off your first with your boyfriend for longer than you thought he’d have the patience for. You weren’t trying to be rude, or to intrude. You were trying to surprise him because you knew Satoru liked surprises. But the door was open, that wasn’t your fault. The intentions you had going in weren’t morally good, but they certainly weren’t insidious, you weren’t trying to spy on Satoru or anything. It was by complete accident and horrible happenstance that you caught a glimpse of the guest he had over.

And after that, intentions didn’t matter. You had officially seen too much.

In a way, you might have rathered he was just cheating on you. That would hurt, but it wouldn’t be entirely out of character. You would cry and burn the various stupid souvenir trinkets he brought back for you and complain to your friends over a bottle of wine or five, but that would be it. Instead, Satoru greeted your intrusion with only a second of displeasure before it melted into knowing delight, enthusing about the wonderful surprise and ushering you to come in with his normal energy. Now you were stuck between two of the strongest sorcerers in the world. Well, Suguru Geto was no longer a jujutsu sorcerer, even if that was how you remembered him. Now he was a criminal, a curse user, a genuine villain, and, most importantly, Satoru Gojo’s arch enemy.

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