Prompt: Post-apocalypse Ghost/reader Fic Where Ghost And The Rest Of His Team Come Across The Feral,

prompt: post-apocalypse ghost/reader fic where ghost and the rest of his team come across the feral, blood-soaked reader who stabs first and asks questions later. (on ao3 here)

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The world ends on a Monday.

Abysmal timing; they’re on leave by chance, the whole lot of them. Soap and Gaz are playing cards in the barracks when they get the call. Price is still in his office when a phone in the corner of the room that never rings suddenly does (he stares at it for a time before picking it up). Ghost is someplace, no one knows for sure; what they do know is that when he does finally answer their calls, he’s out of breath and there’s a thread of panic in his voice that makes the blood in Soap’s veins run cold. 

He’s never heard him sound like that. He never will again.

The virus rages across the country, hopping borders like they melt away into the ether. Country after country toppelling to this unnamed virus that demolishes society so completely that there was never a chance for the military to contain it. That chance evaporates before even the faintest spark of hope is lit. 

Soap is used to killing, but what he never gets used to is the sight of those things that take human shape. Calling them zombies is easy at first, but even that name comes with a sense of distance; it evokes things seen in films and tv shows, not the real flesh-and-blood of it all, not sitting in a caravan speeding down the motorway with bodies torn apart and scattered across the road. He learns to bite his teeth and hold his bile down at the sight of one of those creatures hunched over the masticated remains of a person. 

Then suddenly it’s seven months later. The core unit of them make their way across the continent, taking back roads where they’re less likely to encounter the hoards of infected. They’ve had too many close calls for them to take chances anymore—even armed to the gills and strapped in body armor (the remnants of the military efforts that collapsed within days), Gaz’s shoulder pad has crumpled beneath too sharp teeth and Roach has had his legs swept out from under him, his throat nearly exposed, nearly torn open.

Ghost’s hands are still wet with gore from taking that infected apart. If any of them make it, it will likely be him.

A part of Soap worries about Ghost. Even he feels the tender edges of his own humanity bristle at the day-in and day-out struggle that is now a luxury rather than a hardship. Just being able to survive is a miracle. Ghost just goes dark. From the little Soap knows of Ghost (which is still more than most; he’s confident enough to say that of their group, he’s the one that Ghost shows himself to the most), he knows that Ghost has already endured enough suffering for an army. Never mind a single man. 

There’s a flatness behind his eyes these days and it scares Soap, just a bit. He no longer looks like a person behind a mask but rather the sun-baked skull itself. 

His worry only fades when they come across the girl.

She’s a feral little thing, half-starved and out of her mind. They see her slip in and out of abandoned houses when they make their way through a small village in the French countryside (or what Soap thinks is France), hair matted with sweat and blood. 

It’s Ghost that pauses, Ghost that makes them stop and detours long enough to creep up on her, holding a big hand to her mouth when she howls and tries to tear his whole arm off. It takes over an hour to calm her down long enough to reassure her that they mean her no harm. She tries to take off no less than six times.

Soap has never seen Ghost look smitten, but there’s no other word for it. 

When Price tentatively suggests leaving the girl behind—not a terrible suggestion after she tries to stab Ghost—the look Ghost levels him with brooks no further arguments. They’re keeping the girl. 

She’s his problem, as far as Soap and the rest of them are concerned. No name, unless it’s Soap yelling “Girl” or “Hey, you!” when she does something stupid like actively seeking out infected to kill. Ghost chuckles all deep baritone when he sees her hack away at an infected man’s neck. It’s enough to make a man hurl. Love in a time of zombies. 

He hears them murmuring to each other sometimes, late at night when the team is holed up in a house or a barn they’ve commandeered. Doors always reinforced, someone standing guard on the roof. The low rasp of Ghost’s voice, almost susurrous, almost intimate. Her voice like a chittering wolf. 

Hovering between sleep and wakefulness, Soap doesn’t look away from the wall in front of him. He knows if he does, if he turns over from where he’s supposed to be sleeping, he’ll see Ghost hovering over the girl roughly half his size, her face blocked only by the way his arms frame either side of her head. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stomach the sight of his friend’s hips bucking into the girl.

He hears him mutter something like, “You needed to be found. I needed to find you.” and then it’s enough. He lets his brain shut off. 

If it keeps Ghost sane and with them, so be it. 

oh god i love nasty old men so much thank you for this

Work for Your Cut

PAIRING: Fushiguro Toji x Reader x Kong Shiu WC: ~2.6k GENRE: Smut 𖤐 CW: free use, oral m!receiving, head pushing, slight exhibitionism, cum play?, reader called princess/baby/sweetheart, guys i'm feral i don't know i can't even think rn…

𖤓 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕂𝕋𝕆𝔹𝔼ℝ 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛

You’ve not got any silly ideas about the nature of your relationship with Toji. He’s not ever left you with room for them, if you’re honest. And… in the spirit of being honest… it isn’t like you care at all. It’s all fun, all invited, and you never had any complaints. Well… almost never had any complaints.

You had been doing work when they came home, high off their latest score. Shiu had greeted you first, his hands on your hips as he leaned over you from behind, humming in approval at the almost finished dinner on the stove. You greeted him with a soft hum back, hands instinctively reaching for the lighter so you could light the end of the cigarette that dangled loosely from his lips.

You barely had the chance to turn off the stove when he was dragging you away from the stove without warning.

It was then that you finally got a good look at him. You hadn’t before noticed the cell phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear, but by the smirk on his face, the conversation was going well. One of his hands easily found your hair, tugging gently as a signal for you to drop to your knees. You obeyed like second nature, bare knees hitting against the cold tile and sending a shock up your body.

“Go on,” his lips formed the silent shapes of the words around his cigarette as he released his hold on you. He watched as your hands fumbled for the belt on his slacks, your fingers working quickly to undo the buckle and drag down his zipper. You were more eager than he was to please him, your hands worked on pulling his cock out and into your view quickly, your mouth already salivating at the prospect of tasting him.

You could feel eyes on you from behind and a quick glance proved your suspicions to be correct, Toji was watching from across the room where he leaned against the counter. A short hand movement from him encouraged you to keep going for his friend. You obeyed. You didn’t give yourself much time to admire Shiu’s cock in your hand, the feeling of it hardening just at your touch made you all too giddy to lean forward and suck the tip into your mouth. You were graced with the sound of Shiu harshly inhaling before he replied to the unknown voice on the phone.

“50 percent.” Toji’s voice came from behind you and you were sure that you could feel Shiu’s laugh vibrate all the way down to his cock where you were currently using your tongue to lick at every bit of skin you could, saliva dripping from your mouth to his cock, your hand catching it before it could drip off so you could spread it around more.

Satisfied with your coverage, you wasted no time wrapping your lips around his cock again and sucking it into your throat. You made it about halfway before you gagged, only to be shushed by the man above you. “No.” Shiu replied to Toji shortly, paying you no mind as you began to lift your head off of him only to bring it back down.

You looked up then, keen on taking in Shiu’s unheard reactions, like the way his teeth tightened around the cigarette when you flicked your tongue over the sensitive spot right below the head of his cock. His hands were preoccupied now, flicking through a stack of cash as he half-listened to the conversation. You nearly whined about how he paid more attention to the money than to you.

“You’re right.” Toji replied again, unconcerned with the way his girlfriend was currently drooling over his friend’s cock… literally. “I did the heavy lifting. I should get more.”

“Fat chance-oh fuck.” You ignored your gag reflex, pulling Shiu’s cock further into your throat despite the way your throat flexed around him, begging to be relieved. You didn’t care, the involuntary noise pulled from the man above you when your nose brushed against his hair was reward enough for you. “No not you, keep talking, I’m listening.” Shiu grumbled into the phone, giving you a pointed look as one of his hands came down to your hair, ignoring the money. “None of your business what I’m doing, keep talking or I hang up.”

Your squeak was muffled when he took up your hair again, dragging you back from him only to pull you back forward, just as deep. You understood the silent instruction and tried your best to follow the speed and depth he’d wanted, your eyes watering and jaw aching as you did. He was so hard in your mouth and you were rewarded with a small twitch from his cock and leaking precum on your tongue every time that you flicked over his head when you were pulling back.

His conversation with the man went in one ear and out the other for you as you tried to zone in on when he accidentally let gasps or groans through and the way his hand would tighten in your hair. Your eyes were focused on his face, gauging his silent reactions until you went to pull back and his hand on the back of your head stopped you.

Your eyes widened and your gaze adjusted to the line along his hips, how close it came as he pushed your head down. The wet sound of repeated gagging echoed around the kitchen and you struggled against his hold, lungs burning. He didn’t seem to care at all, smirking a little bit at the sound. “Don’t worry about the sound, it’s nothing to be concerned with.” You were sure that the man on the other end-if he had any fraction of intelligence-knew what was going on.

Your hands, which had been on his thighs, suddenly dropped to catch yourself when your legs were dragged from under you. Your palms hit the floor with a resounding slap and your knees scraped across the grout on the floor. Toji’s hands had wrapped around the meat of your calves, fixing your posture until your ass was presented in the air for him. You struggled to whine around Shiu as Toji’s hands ungracefully pushed your dress over your ass, giving him a decent view of what he’d claimed as his own.

Fingers digging into the inside of your thighs pried your shaky legs apart. The blast of cold air against your core made you realize just how wet you were just from the way Shiu used your mouth. Toji chuckled and you felt another blast of air, you realized he was blowing against your cunt just to watch you twitch. Your eyes had begun to flutter, edges of your vision darkening.

“Wait your turn.” Shiu grumbled, moving his mouth away from the phone slightly as he chastised the man behind you.

Toji scoffed and you felt his hands gripping your hips as he lined up behind you, his pants already pushed down enough to have his cock out and ready. “My girlfriend.” Your eyes rolled back into your head as he sunk into you with one movement, forcing the stretch in your body that had your head spin. “Don’t need anyone’s permission to use her cunt whenever I want.” He adjusted your body slightly, smirking when your hands nearly slipped out from under you with how you tried to pull back from Shiu to breath better. “Ain’t that right baby?” You struggled to agree, gargled noises coming from around Shiu’s cock.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Shiu chuckled, shoving your head back down. “Here, they wanna talk to you.” Shiu held out the phone, holding it above your body for Toji to take.

You felt Toji’s right hand move to your left hip, crossing over your body. You swallowed hard around the bulge in your throat when Toji used the one handed grip to hold you in place when he pulled back and rammed back into you. He snatched the phone and tucked it under his ear. “What do you want?”

Shiu pulled you off his cock for a moment, keen on hearing your short and high-pitched gasps as Toji’s cock found its pace forcing itself into your cunt over and over. “Take a deep breath now,” Shiu instructed, hand tangled up in your hair as he forced you to look up at him, taking in your watery eyes and the way spit seemed to drip from your tongue and lips. “Don’t swallow.”

You barely processed what he’d said when his cock was back between your lips. His hands were on both sides of your head now, hands partially covering your ears so you couldn’t hear the conversation Toji was having behind you. Not that you would have been able to pay attention. Shiu’s hands held your head in place, his hips fucking into your face as you gagged, throat squeezing and trying to close up on him. He paid no mind to that, quickness picking up until he stilled suddenly. You hardly managed to feel his cock twitch, buried so deeply in your throat.

The first rope of his cum slid down your throat and his words made sense. Don’t swallow. You felt him pull back and the second rope hit the back of your tongue. He smirked as he watched you trying to breathe, now with your throat freed up, without swallowing the load he was releasing into your mouth. “There you go.” He pulled out then, watching bits of his cum dribble out the corners of your mouth.

He let go of you completely then, tilting his head in satisfaction when your shaky arms barely held you up. Your lips were trembling, trying to stay pressed together, trying to focus on not wasting the cum in your mouth. You felt Toji again then, his left hand resting on your right him and whimpered slightly, knowing what was coming.

“Finally done.” He groaned in annoyance. “Not you idiot.” He grumbled back into the phone. His crossed arm handle on your hips gave him an iron hold and he used it. He was quick to push at your hips and fuck you back onto his cock, speed and intensity increasing quickly. Your shaky arms gave out quickly, your face now pressed to the cold tile, your knees scraping back and forth across the grout of the floor.

You whimpered and whined, your lips parting for a moment as you tried to catch your breath, Toji fucking himself into your womb-fucking you into the floor. His hands were the only thing keeping your hips in the air. You didn’t even notice the globs of Shiu’s cum leaking onto the floor until his hand was back in your hair, dragging your head just off the floor so you could see where he was crouched in front of you.

“Open. Lemme see.” He commanded, and it was easy to obey. Gargled moans and whines leaving your now parted lips. His fingers easily opened your mouth more, coaxing your tongue to hang out. He chuckled as his fingers collected his own cum from your mouth as it fell from your tongue before he pushed it back in, hearing you gag around his fingers as he pushed his cum to the entrance of your throat.

“Oh fuck yeah, squeeze again like that baby.” Toji groaned from behind you when he felt your cunt suck him back in, begging for him to make you cum. You could feel it, right about to tip over you just needed- “What am I doing right now?” Toji asked and you realized he was still on the phone. “Sinking my cock into my baby as a reward to myself for a job well done.” Your cheeks would have burned with embarrassment if you were more coherent, but the moans leaving your mouth had pitched up now, unable to even form words to beg for what you wanted.

“Hey, you’re being wasteful.” Shiu clicked his tongue at you in disappointment and brought your mouth down to where the puddle of his cum lay on the tile. “Clean it, sweetheart.” You obeyed blindly, tongue lapping against the tile, trying to bring it into your mouth, though you were sure you were just making a bigger mess. “Just like that, want a reward?” You whimpered in response, of course you did. You were so so so close if only just-

“Why the fuck would I stop to talk to you?” Toji huffed and one of his hands left your hip. “You hear this shit?” Neither of the men talked and you were vaguely aware that Toji had brought the phone away from his ear, situating it next where his cock was sliding in and out of you. “Listen to how pretty my baby’s tight little cunt sounds.” The slick sounds of him fucking you echoed around the room. You were- “Wanna hear something prettier?” Shiu’s fingers were pressing into your clit now and you barely noticed that the scream echoing around the kitchen came from you as your body hurled over the edge.

Neither of the men let up their abuse on you as your body shook and stuttered. Stars filled your vision as sensitivity clouded your senses. You were vaguely aware of the extra wetness now covering your thighs as Toji groaned in satisfaction.

“You hear that? She only sounds that pretty when I do a good job.” He chuckled. “And I always do a good job.” Your hands tried to find a grip on something, but the tile gave you nothing and you were stuck with your body sliding across the tile as Toji continued fucking into you. Both his hands were back on you now, the phone clattering to the ground beside you as he went impossibly faster. “C’mon princess, you can take more right? Shiu just got us a new job. He wants to feel your tight little cunt squeeze his cock too.”

You whimpered and you could feel your cunt squeeze at just the thought of Shiu fucking you next while your boyfriend buried himself in your throat. You hadn’t noticed that Shiu’s fingers had left your clit until they were back at your mouth, placing what felt like paper between your teeth and closing your jaw around it.

“Don’t lose that sweetheart. 10% for you. For giving Toji something to wanna come home to.” You realized the paper was cash. Cash from their job. Cash that was currently being soaked with your own saliva and Shiu’s cum leaking from your mouth.

“And you won’t give me fifty!?” Toji scoffed and his hips beat into your harder, you whined and your head rolled against the tile again.

“Her cut comes out of yours.” Shiu chuckled, grabbing another cigarette and lighting it, hand beginning to tug at his cock again, brain already conjuring the image of how pretty your face would look covered in his cum too. In your hair. Drips of it coming from your lashes and the money in your mouth.

“Hear that?” Toji scoffed, knowing you probably didn’t. “Guess I gotta make you work for your cut now.” And if your brain were working then, you would have known that you wouldn’t be getting off that tile anytime soon, but you were too busy focusing on how Toji’s cock bullied its way what felt like deeper and deeper into you every second, chasing you towards another orgasm.

a/n: thinking about that one art..... toji...shiu... one chance please... i can be good... i can take it

Category: smut, angst

Warnings: smoking, sort of jjk spoilers but not really stated clearly, angsty, cursing, gojo being smitten is a warning of it’s own

Summary: Your ability allows you to see visions of the future. Once you see your lover dead, you can’t help but want to pull away and keep him safe

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Satoru awakes when the sun is about to rise and colour the world in molten gold. It’s not a peaceful awakening, not the usual smell of coffee you brewed after slipping out of his grasp in the early hours of the morning and not the sound of you humming a melody only known to you.

Your screams tug at the strings of his heart in a way he didn’t even think was possible and before he’s even fully awake, his muscular arms reach out to wrap themselves around you, their goal to comfort and to ground you. He was still here and you were still safe.

Your eyes flutter open and closed like the wings of a butterfly, breathing erratic and uneven.

Gojo was always a selfish man and how could he not be if almost everyone worshipped not only him but the ground he walked on. A god amongst mortals, an angel meant to erase the sins of the humanity. Right now, he would do anything to take your pain away, to ease the trembling of your cold hands and calm down the way your heart is beating too fast.

A worse side of your technique, being able to summon anything you dreamed of last night, were the obscure visions of the future.

He’s learned not to ask right after, to allow you time to calm down and get your voice back. He’s more worried about you than curious about the future. A fleeting thought that this would never be the case for anyone else but you comes and goes.

When you do finally speak, your voice is croaky and barely audible, muttered into his dark shirt.

“You were dead.”

Three short words and his hands that have been stroking your back softly, freeze. Satoru thinks he misheard you. The idea of him dying is simply ridiculous. Who would be able to kill the strongest sorcerer alive? Sure, he’s had his doubts about Sukuna, but he’s certain he’d win if it came down to it.

“Darling, are you sure that it was me? Your visions are often unclear.”

Is all he thinks to say and his hands come back to your back, motions slow and comforting. Satoru doesn’t want you to know that his heart skipped a beat, that he’s a tad bit worried, ever since your visions about Nanami came true. Ever since all your interferences with the future proved to be fruitless. Ever since they had no body to bury.

Your face finally lifts up, chin resting on his chest, eyes red-rimmed and tearful. His hand touches your cheek and it’s hot to the touch.

“It was the clearest one I’ve ever had, Satoru.” you take a moment to gather your thoughts, to take a deep breath. The vision is engrained into your mind, playing over and over like a broken record. “I tr- fuck, tried to save you and it didn’t work. Nothing worked, I couldn’t- I was too weak to save you.”

And you burst into tears again, soft, heaving sobs slipping past your soft lips. If Satoru thought that it had hurt before, he doesn’t know what to compare this to. He briefly thinks of Suguru, but ultimately brushes it off.

He mumbles your name and kisses your forehead as softly as he can manage. All he knows is violence and fighting and surviving, but with you, he manages to hide all the ragged edges just enough.

“Ah.” Is all Satoru says for a moment, a hum of acknowledgement. He’s speechless for a moment as his worst suspicions are suddenly confirmed. Satoru doesn’t have to dwell on the thought that he cares more about what happens to you than to him. “What happens to you… In this vision?”

You slowly blink up at him, eyes glazed for a moment. He recognises that expression as you trying to recall every single detail of the vision. It’s so bittersweet, Satoru thinks, that you don’t even remember seeing yourself in that vision, only caring about him.

Soon, you come back to him, brows furrowed and expression drowned in worry.

“I try to heal you and… And I don’t even notice Sukuna coming back behind me. It hurts, for a bit, and then it’s dark. The vision ends.”

Gojo swallows and closes his eyes for a moment. What is he supposed to say? His jaw is tense, and when his eyes open again, he finds you even more worried than before.

“Love… Listen, that’s not going to happen, alright? I’ll make sure of it.”

He rewards you with one more kiss on your forehead as if that would help. He’d like to think that, but he finds himself horribly mistaken when you slip out of his grasp. You’re still only in your shirt and underwear, the only accessories being the bruises left on your hips that are now covered.

You rummage through the drawers and he sits up to observe. Your still trembling hands reach for a pack of cigarettes and a baby pink lighter. Gojo never liked you doing that. He never cared for alcohol and nicotine, choosing to see his body as a temple.

He worshipped you a lot, whispering prayers of your name a lot more than prayers he would in a temple, but clearly not enough.

“You really think death isn’t coming to us? Even after Shibuya?”

You shook your head and slipped out to the large balcony attached to the bedroom. Everything in his apartment was expensive and you often complained about feeling out of place. Of course, Satoru thought that you were right where you’re supposed to be.

When he climbs out of bed, he doesn’t need to shake away the sleep. It’s like a second nature to follow you out, the cold air of the early morning biting at his skin. He always has his infinity off when with you. Satoru doesn’t want you to feel like you could ever be denied the comfort of his touch.

He finds you smoking. The white trails leave your lips and disappear into the air as if they were never there. He finds himself at a loss of words once again. A strange and foreign feeling.

Satoru’s arms wrap around your waist and he slumps his large body over you like an oversized heated blanket. For you, he can ignore the smell of the cigarettes.

“Darling, please, listen. There’s nothing that could stop me from protecting you. I won’t let anyone harm you, ever.”

Satoru is careful not to say ‘as long as I’m alive’, bites his tongue to not let it slip. If this vision proves to be as truthful as your prior ones, he might have to reconsider the promises before making them.

You take another long drag before sighing softly. He doesn’t know that you’re also reconsidering your words.

“I don’t care about what happens to me, Satoru. You die.”

And your words hurt, he can feel the physical pain in his chest, his heart clenching. How could you ever say that? How could you put his life above yours? So many would, so many would disregard another sorcerer’s life for his, but never you. At the start of the relationship, he had made it clear that you were equals. Everything was back to base one.

“Please.” he’s used to people begging him, worshipping him, not the other way around. Once again, he is reminded, that for you he can be mortal, ordinary and nothing special. A normal person without the weight of the whole sorcerer society depending on him. “I’m begging you to not say such things. How can you disregard your life just like that?”

You stay quiet for a while and then put out your cigarette, turning to him. He notices the tears in your eyes and his immediate instinct is to wipe them off. He wants to give you space, though so he stays glued to the floor.

“I think my visions are not a warning. A warning would mean that the future could be changed, for better or for worse, anyway. We have tried so many times.” the words are quiet and your tone utterly defeated. You’re similar to a kicked dog right now. Yet, your eyes rise up and you come back to the hand that feeds. “We’ve tried so many times and It has never suceeded. Nanamin is still dead, Sukuna is still alive. It’s a curse more than a gift.”

Gojo wants to wish it all away. Your pain and your sorrows, your worries and your decreasing self-worth. He knows that there is nothing he can do to stop your mind from spiralling.

He whispers your name but you don’t allow him to speak, your hands raised.

“I think it’s just like… Someone saying to me ‘here is your future, take it and deal with it’ and…”

This time, Satoru is the one not allowing you to finish your words. He can’t listen to this anymore, can’t listen to this unchangable future shit. The future is always shifting, things are always happening and transforming the events, preventing them from happening and creating new ones.

“So that’s it? You’re accepting your fate and not trying to change it? And you’re fine with that?”

He can’t keep his voice from rising in volume, pretty, perfect face scrunched up. Satoru doesn’t know how to shake sense into you, how to make you see that you both can still change the future, prevent your deaths.

“I am fine.”

Is all you say, before putting the cigarette out and slipping back inside. Your skin is covered in goosebumps. His feet follow you before his mind can catch up.

“You clearly are not.” Satoru says as you pace around the room, not knowing what to do with yourself. He’s right behind you. It’s an instinct to try to calm you down. “Will you just listen to me? Nothing’s happening to me, or you. Fuck the future, fuck everything.”

You finally fall into his arms, but Satoru doesn’t dare sigh in relief. You’re about to say something again, and he’s about to give you more logical arguments. A cursed circle that never stops running. What can he even do to stop it?

“I think… I think that you’re a god, and I’m your dog.” you say and Satoru’s voice hitches in his throat. What was going on in your head right now, to make you say something like that, to even think something like that. “You tell me to stop worrying and I do, you demand me to calm down and I listen. Ultimately, you tell me to jump and I ask you ‘how high?’.”

Satoru freezes, the hands that held you limp by his sides as he pulls away. It was so completely unlike you, so unnatural. The visions have completely broken you and he doesn’t know how to bring you back, he really doesn’t, god he doesn’t know what to do.

“You are my dog?” he repeats, his tone harsher than before as he fails to wrap his head around the idea that you could say such a thing. “Are you still dizzy from your visions or are you taking a shot at making me upset?”

He shakes his head and pulls away from you, his large hands on your shoulders.

“It’s the truth.” you respond, avoiding his harsh gaze, pretending not to notice the weight of his hands on your shoulders.

“Well, I think your truth is stupid.” he retorts, hands shaking as he pulls them away from you, as if your skin burned him.

“And I think you should leave me.”

The words leave you and it’s like the time stops for Satoru. It’s a punch to his ego. Does he not love you enough? Not cherish you enough? Do you see him as the kind of man that would leave as soon as things got hard? How foolish, how utterly stupid.

“What are you saying now?” he all but yells, his temper no longer controlled as you look up at him with those teary eyes. What can he even do? What is he supposed to do?

Your whole body is shaking as you turn away from him. “In my vision, you died saving me. Leaving me can change the future.”

And suddenly, it all clicks for him. Why you were so insistant to push him away, why you seemed so hopeless. Protecting him by hurting yourself. How completely selfless, how utterly stupid.

“Oh, honey that’s…” he pulls you to him, wrapping his body around you until there’s nothing but him. His pretty girl is in tears. his pretty, perfect girl hurting. “I would never leave you, my love. Never once in a million lifetimes. I’m yours, darling, and you’re mine. We talked about the red string theory once and I’m afraid that I’m tied to you, hm?”

It’s not a question and he’s trailing kisses down your exposed neck. Your arms raise up on instinct and Satoru slips your, well, his shirt off of you. He knows you need him right now, to bring you back, to assure you, once again, that he’s yours, that he’ll stay despite everything.

Satoru lays you down on the bed as if you’re the most precious treasure and you look up at him, with those wide eyes, handing him your trust along with your heart.

“My pretty girl, my perfect girl.” he drawls, pressing kisses along your exposed chest and down your belly, until he reaches your underwear, playfully biting the little bow on them. “Can I take these off?”

You nod, but that’s not enough for him and he nips at the skin of your thigh, causing you to yelp. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Yes.” you answer, after a beat of silence.

And he’s granted heaven. Satoru slides off your underwear and tosses them somewhere into the room. More soft kisses follow and your breath hitches when his lips kiss where you need him most.

His skilled tongue flicks over your clit and your back immediately arches off of the bed. Coming down from so many emotions and reaching so many new ones left you more sensitive than ever.

Gojo chuckles and repeats the motion, before obliging your quiet whine with a practiced clockwise motion. He repeats the motion a few more times, revelling at the taste of you and the sound of your whines and soft moans. His pretty pretty girl.

He carefully enters one finger into you and immediately finds the spot that has you gasping. With each motion, he brings you back to himself, back to being completely his, none of that silly nonsense you were spewing before. He adds another, when he deems you wet enough.

Two of his fingers are already so much more than yours could ever be and the way his tongue keeps flicking over your clit in all the right ways has you moaning his name like a prayer. Truly, he’s the one praying to you.

“Ngh- Sa-Satoru, I-“

You don’t need to finish your sentence in order for him to know what you’ll say next. The flutter of your eyelashes and the way you squeeze his fingers so hard that he’s barely able to move them in and out is a telltale sign.

“You can cum, pretty girl. Mm, my pretty girl.”

He mumbles and then his tongue gets back to it’s former movements. You come with a high-pitched whine and he’s glad to finally taste you. Ambrosia couldn’t compare.

You come back down from your high and he’s already hovering over you, mouth wiped clean as he presses a bunch of butterfly kisses over your skin, anything he can touch.

He’s content with just pleasing you, with having you even a step closer to him. Back to where you are supposed to be. What a silly thought, that he’d ever consider leaving you when he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, the way he has never looked at anyone else.

Your eyes open and focus on him as you kiss him back, as soft as you can manage. Your hands bury into his hair and you have the adoring look back in your gaze. Even if it’s for a little while, before your worries start up again, he’s content.

“Want more, Toru, want you.”

Satoru swears that his eyes light up once he hears your words. You’re taking another step towards him, you’re almost back to him. “Are you sure, my love?”

You nod eagerly and it’s enough for him to take his clothes off. Your eyes are focused on his strong body, the sculpted muscles, the light hair that trails from his bellybutton right to his length.

He lays over you, careful not to let his weight fall onto you, always so careful with you. He rubs his cock over your pussy, covering it with your slick, attentive to make the intrusion as easy and pleasurable as possible.

He’s careful when he slides the tip in yet you still let out a soft whine. Satoru is a big man, towering over everyone no matter what room he’s in, it only makes sense that his cock is big, too. Doesn’t really help that he’s quite gifted on top of that.

“I know, I know, yeah. Hold onto me, darling. Mm, my love is doing so well.”

He feeds inch after inch of his large cock into you, watching your reactions deliberately, making sure not to hurt you.

Both you and Satoru moan when his pelvis meets yours, the sensation euphoric. His thrusts start out slow. He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Your head falls back onto the pillow as your moans get louder. He’s the only man who’s able to fuck you like this, to reach all the spots inside of you that make your eyes water.

“Do you feel good, darling? Am I making my perfect girl feel good.”

Your hands go over to cover your face and he tuts, pulling them away and gathering your wrists in one of his hands. It never fails to surprise you on how big they are. He, however, wants to see every reaction and hear every sound leaving you.

“Y-Yes, so good, feels so good.” You manage between loud moans. Screw the neighbours, Satoru thinks, screw everyone who isn’t you and him.

“Yeah? I feel good, too. So good, baby, so good. You’re perfect for me, the gods created you for me, yeah? So no more nonsense about me leaving.”

Your face heats up and back arches. His words reach you and then float around your otherwise empty mind.

His thrusts get quicker and less calculated as his head is thrown back. A quiet sigh of contentment leaves his pretty, glossy lips.

“Yeah, that’s right. No one. But us. Exists. Right now.” Satoru punctuates each little word with a deep thrust, breaths uneven, eyes closed in pleasure. “And we’ll overwrite the future if need be. If it means I get to stay. Then so be it.”

Another long, languid thrust and you come, nails dragging over his back as he spills into you, filling you with warmth.

You both take a moment to catch your breaths and soon, Satoru rolls off of you, his softened dick slipping out. He pulls you close to himself and presses a kiss to your forehead as you’re dozing off.

“Meant what I said. I’m staying and you won’t get rid off me, yeah? I love you more than I love anyone else, would die for you, kill for you… Perfect girl, my perfect girl.”

Satoru is not sure if you hear him before falling asleep, but he’ll be sure to remind you, should you ever forget again.

nsfw / fem!reader

surprisingly, miya atsumu knows how to not be loud; you used to think you were the quiet one in the relationship.

during movies, he’d usually lean over to tell you how he knows that actress from somewhere, a finger pointing at the screen, and the entire cinema would hear. back in college, you’d be whispering about a professor that annoyed you, and when he’d answer you, he’d speak loud enough for the whole room to know.

when he’s on the court during a game, he’d announce his team’s next strategy like it was a public service announcement. he’d laugh so proudly after too, and the pleading looks you’d get from sakusa to get your man to shut up would make him laugh even harder.

so you couldn’t believe it when you found out that miya atsumu knew how to stay quiet — well, it was really him finding out that you could be louder than him, because how could he believe it when his meek and quiet little girlfriend could moan so loud for the whole city to hear?

he’s pounding into you from behind, your hips slowly being mottled with shades of purple and yellow from the strong grip his fingers had on them, and you’re so loud; he’s already gagged you with your soiled panties and shoved your head down into the pillow, but still, you’re so fucking loud.

“be quiet for me, princess,” his voice quietly rasped, right hand squeezing your bruised hip as a warning. “don’t want the neighbors hearing how needy you are — just me, yeah? only your tsumu can hear.”

he thinks he hears a muffled yeah amongst the unintelligible babbles and groans, but he still grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back to his shoulder. his right arm wraps around your waist, pinning his chest to your back, and his left hand releases your hair to throw your panties out of your mouth before wrapping around your neck. his hips continue to piston in and out of you and he’s sure you’d collapse without his hold from how much your legs are shaking.

“you gonna stay quiet for me now?” he chuckles, right hand dipping down to play with your clit.

and as soon as you’re about to say that you can’t, your climax hits you out of nowhere. your eyes squeeze shut and tears drip down your face while your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“so good for me, baby,” he groans, watching how good you look when you cum, “so fucking good.”

but he doesn’t stop, and he continues hit that spot with every thrust, fingers unceasing in its movements.

“stay quiet for me a little more, princess? i’m not done.”

‘ CAN’T TAKE IT! — multi jjk men.

☰ ft : getō, gojo, toji, nanami, choso x f! reader

+ synopsis how they react to you “running” from them when it becomes too much to handle. | est. 0.9k+ wc.

cw/tw : pwp + separate smut, twitter p*rn, cervix fucking, belly bulging, overstimulation, size difference, dacryphilia, degrading (w/ gojo), spanking (w/ getō + toji), hair pulling (w/ toji), choking (w/ choso), big men with big cocks.

☰ SUGURU GETŌ ,

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— getō is so mean and cocky about it :( he knows he has a fat cock and he knows how his cock is too big for your little cunt to handle all in one go, so he enjoys bullying your poor little pussy with a smirk till your begging for him to slow down..

a stinging swat cracks down onto your aching ass that already welts with large and cruel handprints, “what did i tell you about doing that?” getō grunts, clipping his hands around your sides to reel you back against him, again, in just the span of five minutes, “hm? use your words baby.” he sneers, forcing your hips against his till the hard flushed crown of his cock kisses your soft spot, kissing your sensitive cervix.

“you.. you said to s-stop runnin’ from you.” you hiccup. “then why do you keep doin’ that, huh?” getō knows exactly why, knowing how his cock ravages your poor and abused insides at each long, deep, and languid stroke he plunges with, but he just wants to hear it babble out from your mouth for his own pleasure.

“because! y’know you're too big to be going that fast!” you whine out, chest heaving and heart thumping against your ribs at the hefty feel of his heavy cock jerking and throbbing deep inside of you.

“you're really whiney tonight, y’know..” you feel getō’s hand soothe down your soft mound of flesh, wisping gentle fingers against that sensitive skin that quivers, “‘n y’know how i feel about that mouth of yours babbling out excuses rather than just listening.” he smirks.

another mean strike connects roughly against your skin, feeling it begin to itch at the stinging contact as getō pulls his hips back in sync, ready to clash with yours, and with a smirk resting at his lips, already hearing you draw out a whine for mercy..

☰ SATORU GOJO ,

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— gojo’s ego could only shoot up so high when you're clinging at the sheets for your dear life for the way he bullies your little pussy. he can't help it either :| he can't help but watch you tremble beneath him with wary eyes as a plea to slow down, only to be met with cruel whispers and chuckles at your weakness..

“better take this cock like a good little slut,” just the second of trying to pop off his cock and hands flinging back to nudge at his abdomen, gojo’s larger hands are already swatting yours away and raking down your sides to reel you back in, “i said to take it, not run from it.” he jeers.

and gojo’s thrusts only get cruel at each plea you let out; each rough buck of his hips clashing with yours shooting you into a deeper reverie, falling almost entirely limp at the way he uses your sopping little pussy, using you till your shaking in his hands like a ragdoll. he can't help it either, adoring the way you stuff your weeping face into the fluff pillows, little hands clinging to the sheets as a safe haven, and feet softly trying to kick away the pain of delicious and debleating pleasure.

“begging for this cock all day like a little fuckin’ whore.” the way his cock jabs up and against your tummy sports a pretty bulge of his thick print pistoning in and out of you at each long stroke he sharply plunges in with.

“now your tryna run from it,” he tch’s, almost laughing at the way you shiver and squirm below him, almost wanting to mock the way you cry out how it's too much, but only a silent editorial falls through, “such a whore, can't even take cock, pathetic..”

☰ TOJI FUSHIGURO ,

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— toji is a big ol’ bully :( he fucks his fat cock so deep into your abused little cunt till you start to cry, till little tears cling at your lashes just for him to only mock you. mimic your words like a mean ol’ bully would :( he’ll even watch you hiccup till you settle down with a stern, annoyed look on his face just for him to do it all again..

“the fuck you runnin’ for? huh?” a guttural growl scratches at toji’s throat raw, annoyed, again, that you keep whining and thrusting upwards and away from his cock that buries deep into your little cunt.

“get your ass back here.” with his draw of words, a sharp prick lands against the curve of your ass, and it's cruel, feeling his callused fingers drag along your skin till it raked with his print, even feeling the cold wedding band around his finger drag against you.

“‘s too much t-toji—!” your agonized plea that falters into the many pillows your face is flushed into gets strained from your throat, ripping a cry to fumble through when his hand clipped through your hair, pulling from the thick roots.

“aww, what's that? you said ‘s too much?” he mocks, almost chuckling at the way you nod in mercy.

“too bad. you're a big girl so take this fuckin’ cock like one.” the sharp buck of his strong hips clashing against yours forces your body to jolt upward at the rough contact, almost knocking the air out your heaving lungs, feeling how his heavy cock stuffs your gummy walls to the hilt, how you can feel it bulge against your insides, feeling the fat crown of his cock kissing your cervix when he picks back up his mean rhythm..

☰ KENTO NANAMI ,

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— nanami is so gentle and patient with you, even when he grunts a little for having to pull you back against him.. but that doesn't stop him from soothing you, rubbing your tummy that bulges with the thick print of his cock, soothing your flushed face that pearls with beads of sweat and salty tears, and making you cry because it gets too much to handle for your little cunt to take :(

“it's alright sweetheart, you can take it,” nanami seats you back onto him, grasping a vice around the dip of your hips to hold you down, “take your time, you can do it.” he feels you shaking above him, legs trembling and back curling forward in defeat.

“kento i cant— it's too much, i can't..” you whimper, clammy hands clinging to his broad shoulders as a safe haven, and the teary look you give him in failure makes him sigh heavily.

“yes you can,” your eyes lighten, batting up to his in plea as he sits there, cock throbbing deep in your gummy walls, “don't look at me like that and get to it.” he's not asking anymore, hearing the way his demand rolled off his tongue like a sharp blade scratching at your ears.

“but—”

“no. you take it or do i need to do all the work?” nanami’s grip around you tightens, almost pricking his clipped nails into your fevered skin. you quickly swallow down your pitty, knowing, either way, you weren't going to get your way. and knowing you can't take his cock when you're riding him like this, but you can take your time, unlike when he's in control.. and he knows that too.

so, you press your shaky legs upwards and plop back down against him, filling yourself up with the fat of his cock..

☰ CHOSO!

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— his grip gets cruel :( his big callused hands clip around your sides and throat so roughly and firm you can't move, not even a nudge, but only bounce along with the hard thrusts of his hips clashing with yours :( choso just wants you to be a big girl for him..

“move again,” choso was quick to wrap his long, slender fingers around your throat that bobs in sync with your hiccups, “‘n watch what happens.” his threat is cruel to your ears, making your heart swell in defeat, and forcing yourself to settle below him, to open your shaky legs back up and swallow down your hiccups.

he waits and watches you with hooded eyes, they're murky, clouded, and filled with ecstasy but drilled with annoyance from your stubbornness, “you done?” he asks, almost as if he's playing a cruel game with you because his mean grip around your throat only tightens at his question.

hardly the smallest of squeaks falter from between your lips as you try to answer, but the crush to your windpipe is forcing otherwise, almost as if he's tired of hearing you whine..

you nod your head in response.

“good girl.” choso draws his hips back, angling himself just right to pump up his thick cock back into you, to fill you back up and watch you squirm at the debleating pleasure rising at your tummy. and as soon as he picks back up his rhythm, your shaky hands are already trying to push him away, pressing the tips of your fingers against his abdomen, feeling the tense muscles flex beneath the pads of your fingers.

“knock it off,” his free hand swats yours away, “just a little longer, okay? you think you can do that?” he knows he's lying, feeling the need to go all night..

Iwaizumi x f!reader; cheater!Oikawa x f!reader

Word count: 6,4k

Category: Angst, Smut

Warnings: Cheating, cursing, sex, some choking, slapping and mentions of violence (reader basically asks to be hurt), daddy kink (not ddlg), scummy Oikawa being an asshole, kind of toxic Iwaizumi, uh, that’s about it? Dm me if I missed anything.

Summary: Having your heart broken by Oikawa Tooru is unexpectedly hard, but it’s even harder to let yourself fall for someone new.

Songs that inspired this: “Sparks” by Coldplay, “Song for a guilty sadist” by Crywank and “Skinny love” by Bon Iver 

Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this and always being the first to read my stories! <3

Oikawa Tooru is like the sun. His smile is as bright as a summer day, his gaze as cold as ice, but he‘s still your sun. Or he used to be. Clouds of doubt that came in the form of suspicious text messages and excuses clouded his brightness and warmth that never really cleared away. 

He‘s busy busy busy. You‘re always wasting his time, you‘re always annoying him with your silly messages, asking- no, begging for his time; which you know you won‘t get. Your eyes and heart are completely filled with Tooru, your sun.

Even his friends notice the odd behaviour of their former captain yet they mask their concerns for your wellbeing with jokes and laughs once you stop showing up to their weekly dinners. 

The storm started when you overheard the conversation you weren‘t supposed to hear. It‘s a rare occasion to be home at the same time as Tooru, even in your shared apartment, your boyfriend so kindly paid for (You offered to pay rent, but even if he would‘ve accepted your offer, a broke college student would never be able to afford it). His voice sounded slightly annoyed, the notes barely there, but from the time you spent together you could clearly tell he was having an argument. 

“I’m not fooling around. I don’t know what to do,” 

You couldn’t tell what the argument was about, but you pressed yourself against the living room wall that divided the two rooms. Eavesdropping wasn’t good, but you were worried for Tooru. He was never home, never shared his worries and now he was getting into arguments. Your anxiety was rising. What if something was going on? 

“I’m not leading her on, you don’t know what you’re talking about! The only girl you’ve ever dated left you before college started. Adult relationships are so much harder,” 

There was only silence for a moment that seemed to stretch out into infinity. 

“I’m thinking about ending things. I think… I’m almost sure I’m falling out of love with her,”

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