Oh My Days. Gee Willikers. Where Do I Start. My Apologies For Not Posting For A Long Time. There Was

oh my days. gee willikers. where do i start. my apologies for not posting for a long time. there was some technical difficulties with my laptop for a long time. sorry for the long pause. and GYATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT WHAT THE FUCK⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉ YALL GOT MY RECENT POST TO 1.2K LIKES? WHAT IN THE WORLD. OH MY DAYSSSS. i never expected for one of my posts to get that many likes. like, oh my days. oh my goodness. also, thank you all for 200+ followers. this is like a milestone for me. thank you all for the recent support and the support beyond levels of comprehension. may i bless you all with this drabble i wrote in the midst of all this chaos.

the headboard was breaking again. 

the loud creaks kept getting louder and louder the harder he pounded. he was breaking you yet again tonight. and all you could do was take it. 

of course, it may or may not be pent up frustration from his job as a ceo, but you were rocking the boat between pleasure and pain—leaning more over to the pleasure side. 

his thrusts were getting more harder and faster. his hips were snapping the back of your ass so hard, that it started to go numb. scratch that. it was already numb. 

one of his hands held both of your arms firmly, preventing you from pushing him away. you could faintly hear his grunts and groans as he slipped his cock in and out of your tired hole. 

“jesus christ.” he mumbled under his breath, bending over to nibble on your ear. “you’re so good f’me. aren’t you?” he asked, his breath fanning over your ear as he kissed you cheek and stood back up. 

he licked his lips, tasting the saltiness of your tears that were still running down your face. he teased his cock up and down your enterance. he chuckled, “no need to cry, baby. this is what you wanted, is it not?” you whined and tried to protest as he slipped his cock back in your bullied pussy, but all that left your lips were babbles and pleas for him to slow down—which in his ears signaled him to move faster. 

this was your eleventh orgasm of the night, you think. it was all such a blur. you don’t even remember your eyes rolling to the back of your head or your nails scratching your skin and his. 

you don’t remember his sweet voice telling you that you did so good and that you were his good girl. 

you don’t remember him carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to get washed up. 

you don’t remember him sitting in the water with you in his lap humming lullabies. 

you don’t remember him dressing you in nightwear and carrying you to bed. 

you don’t remember the kiss that he gave you before he dozed off. 

you don’t remember how he held you in his arms, whispering words of assurance in your ear. 

but, you do in fact remember one thing: he loves you dearly.

% — satoru gojo & fem!reader ]

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satoru gojo, who has tired himself out as well, looks at you with his pretty crystallized eyes as he politely asks for another round. with your sopping wet cunt and your tired hazy eyes, you opened your eyes wide enough to see his body glistening with sweat and his white locks sticking to his forehead. 

“‘toru.” you said, trying to shuffle away from him. he grabbed you by your thighs and pulled your waist up to his own. “shh shh shh, baby. i’ll take good care of you.” he whispered into your ear whilst aligning his tip with your glistening hole. 

your whine turned into a quick moan as he entered you with one quick thrust. he buried his face into your neck as he started to leave small hickies—on your collarbone and your jawline—that would be visible the next day. 

“there we go, good girl.” he groaned as he started to move his hips in a steady rhythm with both lust and desire guiding him. his balls slapped your ass at a much quicker pace as his hips moved faster and faster with his lust taking over. 

“jesus, baby.” he groaned. “so damn tight.” his thrusts started to get sloppier by the minute, each vein in his cock pulsing with fire as it rode against your walls, creating more pleasure for both you and your loving boyfriend. 

gojo let out a low “fuck” as he buried you to the hilt with his cock. you felt his semen spreading throughout your womb and around your pussy. it was already starting to leak out and it wasn’t even second before he spilled his seed into you. 

tiny huffs could be heard from gojo as he repositioned himself to get a better look at your fucked out face. “aww, my baby looks so beautiful.” he started to slowly stroke your tear-stained cheek as he placed a chaste kiss on it. 

“mm, but you’re still awake baby. how about another round?” a shit-eating grin plastered his face as his grin stretched from ear to ear. you whispered a silent “no” as you attempted to push him away, but that plea went deaf in his ears as he repositioned his cock directly at your entrance.

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

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the snarling of the chainsaw started to become more duller as it hit the chopped piece of wood. the immediate carving came into play as his strong hands, as well as his arms, guided the movement of the moving chainsaw into the direction which he wanted to carve in. the piece of wood slowly became something apparent, something picture-sort. he took the cap of the thick pointed sharpie with his teeth as he started to outline the actual sculpture. 

he was a professional at this, he knows. he’s been working here for about four years now, this is basically how he makes his money. of course, the sculptures are expensive because they’re made out of raw wood—and his own two bare hands with enough skill and enough hours of dedication. this job is basically his main source of money, this is the only way that he can benefit himself and hold himself afloat. that is until you entered his peripheral vision. 

you were the new employee that had been hired. you got accepted because of your extreme talent in carving such landscapes: grassfields, forests, hills, mountains. the list goes on and on. that’s why you caught his eye. because of this extreme talent, he eyed you from afar. 

sometimes, you two would do collabs with each other—carving your own masterpieces in the same wood for the two of you. you two became closer and closer as he had the courage enough to ask you out for dinner. it wasn’t a regular dinner like at the restaurant or something. it was actually at the place you both work. he wanted to carve a forever portrait of you (the dinner part was never apparent). one that would be cherished for eternity, showing your eternal glow within the crevices of the dented wood. 

his hands held the chainsaw delicately, but roughly to make sure it carved the wood in the exact places, also to make sure it didn’t swing out of control. as he held the engraver pen between his two fingers, making sure it was properly plugged up, he carefully outlined the specific features of your face. 

as he finally finished the sculpture, he motioned you back behind the caution line and started the leaf blower. wood particles and pieces went everywhere in the direction they were blown into. 

you and him admired the beautiful sculpture that he created of yourself. you gently caressed the indented parts as you looked up and said, “suguru, it looks so beautiful.” suguru’s mouth tugged up into a slight grin, his arms wrapping around your waist as he placed a kiss on your cheek. “just like you beautiful. so, so, so, gorgeous.” 

you two spent the rest of the evening sculpting different images as a challenge—some were hard and some were easy. you and your boyfriend, suguru geto, were laughing the night away. laughing at each other's snarky comments and amazing sculptures. 

tiredness began to cloud your eyes as you rested your head upon suguru’s shoulder, slowly falling down into his lap. he smiled as he brushed some of your hair away from your face as he planted a kiss on your temple. 

“i love you so much, you wouldn’t understand.” he mumbled, looking at the sculptures that you and him created. “so, so, much.”

% — shoei barou & nerd!fem!reader ] — 1.9k

❝ minor sexual content # fluff # acquaintances to lovers (i dont know) # love confession # minor exhibition ❞

it was desolate and quiet in the back corner of the library. fortunately, there was an empty table meant to hold four people at once—more than four if people were smart enough to bring up extra chairs. mercifully, the library was almost empty, other than the few college students that went there to study for their future tests and exams. they were all scattered around the library, making them hard to find. 

they camouflaged in with the various books located on the bookshelves, burying themselves in various titles in order to find the right one to study from. unbeknownst to you, you unfortunately stood out to someone. someone in particular you must say. someone known across the campus for their rude awakening whenever he walks inside of a room. 

you peer up from your book in order to confirm who you suspected to be in the library. you confirmed your suspicion by looking at that spiky hair and that distinct ‘x’ mark on the side of his head, specifically carved on the side of his hair. 

you distracted yourself by finishing up the chapter of the book you were reading. to much dismay, the strong aura kept increasing as you heard footsteps gradually increase towards you. you peer up from your book one more time just to meet the beady vermillion eyes of your worst enemy, shoei barou. 

of course, you had nothing against the man—not anything that would call him an actual enemy towards you. many people had many grudges against him—especially on the soccer field—for various reasons, but nonetheless, you had nothing against the man. 

you tried to distract yourself from his gaze by looking at your book again, but it was just too hard to break away from the pull he has on you—just by looking at you too. 

“y/n? that’s it right?” he questioned in a low baritone voice, almost shaking the floor. you slowly started to slide the customized bookmark between your book as you closed it, finally submitting to his gaze. his eyes didn’t look like they held hostility towards you, that was great to say the least. 

you nodded as you slid your book to the side where all your other belongings were, slightly adjusting your glasses that were sitting on the bridge of your nose undisturbed. the tall, muscular man hummed as he grabbed something out of the bag he was holding. you didn’t realize he was holding something until you heard something rustling underneath you. as he successfully retrieved the item he was digging for, he handed it to you. it looked hot, steaming almost, ready for it to be devoured. 

“for you . . . from me.” he said, clearing his throat as he bunched up the bag in his dominant hand. you nodded as you slowly started to open up the packaging. you could smell all of your favorite ingredients infecting your senses all together, hitting you hard like a truck. it was to the point where you weren’t even focusing on the scenery, you were just admiring the glistening condensation and the slight steam that escaped the container when the lid was taken off. 

you were taken aback by something. this was better than takeout meals, nevertheless restaurant meals. you took a quick glance at barou as he returned the favor. it was almost like he wanted you to dig into the meal already and give an opinion about it. 

“b-barou, you did say this was for me . . . from you?” you were afraid that you would have yourself corrected by him. you’ve heard about how long barou’s lectures were when someone left a jersey in the locker room or when someone left a mess in the cafeteria. you didn’t want to end up like those victims of no other than shoei barou’s lectures. all of those thoughts faded when the man who stood in front of you answered with a simple “yes.”

a slight blush started to cover his cheeks as he covered them up with his dominant hand—parts of the bag he was holding brushed against the corner of his lip. “a little birdie told me that you enjoyed that type of food. so, i decided to make a little treat for you.” you too started to feel heated up, especially in the face. you averted your eye contact from barou as you looked at the meal that was sitting in front of you. 

“i wasted the precious minutes of my time just to make you a meal that you could enjoy,” he began. “i know how hard it is having to live off of takeout and not having the skill to cook a meal at your precious home.” your nose started to flare because of the embarrassment of two things: first barou calling out your inability to cook a proper meal, second barou’s voice being so damn loud that you felt the whole library looking at you. 

“b-barou, please tone it down. some people are trying to study, you know?” you said, trying to come up with an excuse to keep barou’s voice down so you both wouldn’t get kicked out of the library for noise violation. you heard him mumble a small “sorry” under his breath, as he puffed hot air out his nose. “can you just please take a bite so i know how it tastes.” 

you have never heard barou say kind words like “please” and “sorry” before—even though sorry wasn’t a kind word, you had to take it into consideration for barou for being so pacifist—in a short duration before. 

you unwrapped the spoon and fork that was wrapped together in a small cloth and began to dig in. the food didn’t even settle on the taste buds of your tongue before you were overwhelmed by the sensation of this sweetness mixed with a tad bit of sourness. you decided to add some rice to the mix and it tasted even better. 

you could feel barou looking at you with no hostility or pacifism in mind. he was just looking at you, admiring his own homemade cooking. barou was lost in thought. the little expression that you made when you truly enjoyed something was imprinted in his mind forever. 

barou never told you this before, but he finds you the least annoying person on the planet. even though you two don’t hang out a lot, he just has this admiration for you. with you focusing on your schoolwork and working at a successful job, he wishes that he could be a part of that life also. 

“barou,” you said, snapping him out of his trance. “this tastes really good. thank you so much!” you unconsciously hugged him. you didn’t even know what happened, it was on instinct somehow. barou was stiff, he literally couldn’t move a muscle as he embraced your warmth for a brief moment before he felt it drift away. 

you felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you covered your face in embarrassment. “m’sorry, barou. i-i don’t know what came over me . . .” barou wasn’t listening to the words that you uttered, or the apology that you quickly said, fumbling over your words. barou didn’t even realize that he was centimeters away from physical contact with you. barou didn’t even realize the intense heat that flooded up to his cheeks and down to his awakening member. barou didn’t even realize the intense desire to mold his lips into yours. the only thing barou realized is that the deed was already done. 

barou slipped his tongue inside of your mouth to explore the wet cavern as he grabbed the fat of your ass, massaging it in his hand. he relished the feeling of your clothed flesh on his exposed one, slowly inching towards you as his chest pressed your own. before you knew it, your back was pressed against a wooden table as barou continued his assault on your lips.

he soon departed as a trail of saliva was left in his path from your sloppy brief makeout session. “w-wait, barou . . .” you mumbled, attempting to push him off. you weren’t the type of girl to get yourself caught doing inappropriate things, especially in a public space. “barou!” you said, pulling his ear. “god dammit woman!” barou said as he let the force of your pull bring him towards you. “we’re in a library for heavens sake! have some couth!” 

barou grumbled under his breath as he helped you back onto your feet, as if you weren’t dripping down your thighs right now. he quickly planted a kiss on your cheek as he rubbed your back in circling motions. 

“w-what was all that for?” you whispered, looking at barou’s red eyes, seemingly dilated because of the lust he just experienced mere moments ago. as you both walked towards the library exit—barou holding your belongings in his left hand and holding your hand in his right—the library owner told you both farewell as the bell started to chime, signaling either entry or exit. 

you were still awaiting on barou’s answer to the question you asked earlier, but he had seem to forget all about it. all of a sudden, your phone buzzed as you looked at the notification you got. it was a message from the renovators that had renovated your apartment’s bathroom. 

“w-well, it seems like my bathroom got renovated,” you said, letting go of barou’s hand. “i guess it’s time for me to go home.” 

barou quickly grabbed your hand. you were shocked by the sudden ministrations, the sudden action he had performed right now. he quickly let it go. “i’m sorry.” barou rubbed the back of his neck as he said, “can i at least walk you home? it’s about to get dark.” you nodded as you grabbed his hand again, walking towards your street where your apartment resided. 

“you know it was because i love you.” he said, unexpectedly. you had no idea what barou was talking about, all you heard was the word “love” and your mind went haywire. 

“w-why, huh?” you were confused, lost in thought. even though barou despised many people, you seemed to be on his clear list—probably the only one on his clear list besides his family members. 

“i love you.” he said, kissing your lips again, embracing the warmth that your lips give him. he said it a million times over, making sure that you heard those three words that he said. you were listening, oh you bet your heart out you were listening. you too felt the same emotions for him, you just didn’t know a way of approaching him to tell him about that.

before you knew it, you were in front of your apartment door, bidding farewell to barou for the night. he gave you one last kiss before you disappeared into the shadows of your apartment. before you could close and lock your door, he stuck his foot between the door, leaving some space between the inside and outside of the home. 

“hey . . . before you go . . . would you like to go somewhere tomorrow?” you were stunned at his words, but your heart started to flutter because of those words. “o-of course, j-just text me the location and time, okay?” barou already knew he had your contact information because of isagi, so he personally didn’t have to ask you for your number. your apartment door closed before barou was shut out of your private life: the life behind your apartment door. 

barou knew the three words he said today were genuine. he knows everything he said in your lifetime was genuine. barou felt a weight lift off of his chest when he confessed his love for you. but another weight filled his chest, especially his heart. 

the weight he carried wasn’t a burden or anything, the weight he carried was his extreme love for you. barou loved you. he doesn’t know how to express his love more than those simple three words.

“i love you.”

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

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it was 9 o’clock sharp, eastern standard time. the bus was said to stop in about fifteen minutes from now. you wrapped your coat around you as you found a place to settle down for the time being. the bus stop was the only way you could get here and there as fast as you could—without the benefit of walking all the way to your destination. 

of course, the bus never arrived this late before so you were concerned about the time of its arrival. it was very cold outside, so cold that parts of the bench you were sitting on were starting to freeze into place. you should’ve worn more clothing if you knew it was going to be this cold outside.

you mentally scolded yourself for being naive thinking that it would be hotter this afternoon. you—then again—mentally scolded yourself for being naive thinking that the office would be much warmer than it was outside. however, the heater was frozen because of the extreme temperature drop and the whole building felt like a popsicle straight out of the freezer.

although a delectable treat, it came with a negative side also. you could hear nearby cars zooming past you, almost mocking you for being outside of your home for that late. at this point, you were thinking about dissing the bus stop and walking all the way home. but, why in the world would you do that? that would be a death wish and you knew better. so, worse than intended, you decided to sit down on the part of the bench that didn’t succumb to the freezing outside temperature.

sitting on the bench was rather calming, but cold. you could take off your jacket and put it underneath you in order for the bench to appear warmer, but that would be just sacrificing your only source of warmth for something so stupid. if you would’ve just checked the temperature schedule before leaving your apartment, you would’ve decided to bundle up to the point where you wouldn’t be affected even by the cold air.

you mentally sighed to yourself as you slumped back against the bench, taking in its immense freeze and making it your own. it felt as if you were dying—even though your body was fully warm—and reaching the gates of heaven just to be pulled back down to planet earth. your breath was visible to the naked eye, creating puffs of coldness into the air as if you were smoking a cigarette. 

you heard a shifting noise as you were snapped out of your daydream. you saw a man with yellow hair; though hard to make out underneath his hood he seemed to have red colored tips that complemented his already flame-like hair.

he turned towards you and grinned, his face was painted red (because of the cold), but he still put on a smile in order to greet you. “such manners.” you spoke to yourself underneath your coat collar. 

“it’s cold, isn’t it?” he questioned playfully, taking off his gloves and handing them to you. “you look like you’re near death! please, take these.” you pushed back his hand that held the gloves as you said, “i really shouldn’t, the bus is almost here. i hope that it will be warm.” 

“nonsense!” he exclaimed, as he took your hand into his. “you must wear these in order to increase your body temperature. by the look on your face, you look half frozen.” you gave into his presidential speech as you decided to put on the gloves he lended you. 

“aren’t you going to be cold also?” you questioned. the man let out a low, bustling chuckle. “my dear, for i am the flame hashira. there is no need for me to succumb to this planet’s freezing temperature.” your face started to get hot at the pet name. nobody has ever called you that except your relatives—specifically your mother and your grandmother.

“i . . . i see.” you said, hastily putting on the gloves to save your own skin from catching frostbite. “w-well, you sure act like a flame hashira, mr . . .” you paused. you didn’t know his name, therefore you couldn’t say it after that remark you just made. “kyojuro,” he said. “call me kyojuro for the time being. until we meet again.” he blew onto his hands in order for them to warm up as he wrapped a flame colored scarf around his neck. he walked off into the dead of night, while leaving you perplexed and wondering what had just happened.

you thought that this was all a dream and that if you just woke up you would be in reality again. but no, in fact, this was the reality you were in. you just didn’t want to believe it.

you felt a piece of paper being ruffled against your palm where your hand was halfway in the glove the man lended to you—now known as kyojuro. the sneaky bastard had just lended you his telephone number and disappeared without a trace. unless, you could track his footsteps imprinted in the snow in order to find him.

you chuckled at that idea as you sunk back into the coldness of the bench, gently tucking the piece of written paper back into the glove. you smiled as the bus stop reached his destination, just in the nick of time.

% — hidan & fem!reader ] — 927

❝ sexual content # mention of kakuzu # creampie # breeding # public sex # dom!hidan & sub!reader # unprotected sex # petnames # mentions of violence # mentions of religion # mentions of ritualistic activities ❞

this was just supposed to be a nice visit to the collection office—particularly because of kakuzu’s continuous hunger for cash. he had recently got a huge bounty and decided to deposit it immediately. someone in particular also had a hunger for something: your boyfriend, hidan. 

of course, not the hunger for making his enemies feel the pain that he feels, killing them slowly, making them go through continuous agony then quickly finishing them off. no, not that kind of hunger. hidan went through a frenzy that he didn’t tell you about. a frenzy that required you and only you. 

after you two ended up in a somewhat successful relationship, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he wanted you day and night, no matter what the circumstances were. 

he thought about you when you were on missions for the akatsuki—preferably safe ones just to keep you away from danger, when you were resting in your shared bed, when you were awake cooking meals for the group, when you watched him do his rituals. he thought about you 24/8. that is until you visited the collection office. 

it was a normal site for you and hidan to see here and there, for kakuzu it was a wonderful sight for him to behold. depositing his bounty and gaining the amount of money that was on the bounty’s head, that is. just as kakuzu entered the secret entrance to the collection office, that’s when hidan’s eyes met yours. he quickly entered your personal space as he placed kisses all over your neck and collarbone, leaving dark red hickey’s on your neck—thankfully covered by the collar of your akatsuki uniform. 

“w-wait, hidan . . . what if he sees us?” hidan stopped his ministrations as he looked at you with his purple eyes. “sees us? then he’ll see how good i fuck you so he can stop teasin’ me, baby.” hidan planted both of his hands on your ass as your initial reaction was to jump and wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

hidan kissed you deeply and passionately. not only was this kiss filled with pent up lust, but the extreme adoration for you. hidan loved you like no one else. he even loves you more than his rituals, well, somewhat close to that. 

his tongue began to enter your mouth, exploring around as he pulled away, leaving a string of spit connecting the both of you. he quickly shimmied down your uniform as he did himself too. his cock slapped against his abdomen as he lined it up with your entrance. “ready, baby?” hidan asked, looking at you for his consent. you nodded your head, “make it quick, please.” 

“aye aye captain.” hidan slowly entered your wet cavern, relishing the feeling of your walls clamping down on his dick, holding it hostage in order to milk it dry. the creamy substance started to coat his cock as it glided its way to the base of it. 

“creamin’ already baby?” he chuckled, slowly pulling out and quickly slamming back in. you let out a little yelp as hidan maintained this rhythm. you buried your face into his neck, embarrassed at the small sound and lewd expression you made. 

“no, no, no. show me that pretty face.” hidan said, leaving visible hickeys on your neck as you slowly lifted your face from his neck. “that’s it baby. atta girl.” hidan quickly thrusted his hips, leaving the pace at a steady rhythm that would please both you and him. 

hidan primarily cared about your pleasure over his. although he does want to pleasure himself with your pussy, you’re just a goddess to him. he believes goddesses need more pleasure than he does. you are his goddess. he worships your pussy like he worships jashin. he worships you in general as if you were jashin. you’re just a perfect match for him, and he just loves you so. 

hidan can’t put it into words, but whenever your pussy pulses around him, it sends him into a frenzy. the veins in his cock riding against your walls giving you extra pleasure to his continuously welcomed dick. your walls are just so welcoming to him to the point where he gets lost in the warmth of your pussy, forgetting to pull out when he’s cumming. 

he looks at your expression, seemingly studying your likes and dislikes, as he pulls his cock out. heavy panting could be heard from you and hidan, mostly you. “w-was that good e-enough?” he questioned, looking at the back of your head, for your face was stuffed between his neck and collarbone. you let out a hum in affirmation as hidan helped you to your feet. 

you could barely stand as you use hidan as a personal balance beam as he helped you in your uniform. “h-how long was that?” you asked. “he’s probably halfway through counting.” hidan says, letting out a low chuckle as he pulls his uniform up also. 

“thank you, hidan.” you said, wrapping your arms around his. “hmm?” he said. “thank me? for what baby?” 

“just thank you.” you said, gripping onto his arm. 

he found that gesture comforting. the gesture of you gripping onto his arm in a form of relying on his safety and in a form of love. hidan loves you dearly, but he has no way of putting it into words. hidan is a man of religion. a man of violence. a man of rituals. a man that you truly love. hidan, too, truly loves you too.

originally wrote and published by @kentofication