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satoru insists on falling asleep with you on the phone when either of you are away for missions, joking that he needs you "to protect him" while he sleeps but he really only feels safe enough to sleep when you're around :((
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. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | satoru recording himself riding a dildo because he misses you and your strap </3
“nngh-- fuck, mommy… miss you so much,” satoru whimpers into the empty room, lowering his hips down onto the thick toy suctioned to the floor, his thighs trembling and knees slipping along the floorboards.
his cock hangs heavy between his thighs, untouched, leaking so profusely that it drips onto the floor below in a small puddle, the tip so red it almost looks like it hurts. and his back is arched so beautifully, head tipped back, white hair tickling between his shoulder blades as he calls your name so desperately, his voice bouncing off the walls.
he twitches with each rise and fall of his hips, switching between a slow pace and a needy pace. he can’t help but ride faster when he imagines it’s your strap fucking him into the mattress relentlessly, calling him your slut, pounding into him when he begs for more.
“f-fuck, yeah. yeah, ‘m your slut.”
he chokes out a moan, caught up in his own fantasy as his eyes flutter shut. he slows his hips, letting the toy drag along his insides so lewdly and his hips jerk violently when it kisses his prostate so intimately. beads of precum adding to the puddle below.
“o-ooh, g-god… right there, right there. please, right there,” he gasps, repeating the same movement to hit his sweetest spot over and over again. each time increases the pitch of his moans and pulls his eyes further back into his skull. “oh my fuckin’ god… wish you were here. wish-- hnngh… wish you could fuck me. i need you hah so bad, mommy.”
he leans forward, hot palms pressing against the wooden floorboards to ground himself as he eagerly bucks his hips against the dildo. shallow thrusts complemented with filthy shlick shlick shlicks. and despite his rhythm becoming slightly unsteady, his arch never wavers. a show just for you.
what a blessing it is to have the strongest wrapped around your finger and so needy for you while you’re miles away on a mission.
a string of drool hangs from the corner of his mouth, his maw hanging open and his eyes rolled back in such a pornographic display. it’s a combination of wanting to put on a show for you and the pure ecstasy buzzing through his system.
“i’m making such a mess,” he mutters, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with a need that only you can satiate. he glances down at the continuous dripping of precum from the blushing head of his cock, yet he never moves to touch it. “need to cum so bad.”
he braces himself with his hands pushed against the floor, rocking his hips faster. desperate, uninhibited, insatiable. he smacks his ass down on it, his rhythm stuttering and wanton moans getting caught in his throat as he manages to attack his prostate insistently.
he tightens around the toy, imagining the condescending lilt in your voice as you tease him for being so eager. and it only making him fuck himself harder, taking the dildo deep until his mouth falls open and his eyes screw shut.
“oh, f-fuck, fuck, ngh fuck… it’s so-- i’m so close,” he whimpers, in between stutters and broken moans so wispy they get lost in the heated atmosphere of the room. “please, please… just a little more… gonna be hah s-so good for you.”
with a few more unsteady rolls of his hips and pitched moans of your name, rambling like a prayer, spurts of cum suddenly shoot all over the floor and he shakes with hot pleasure coursing through him.
his head is tilted all the way back it’s a miracle it hasn’t snapped, his adam’s apple bobbing as he struggles to let strangled noises free, silence falling from his lips.
he continues to ride the dildo, dragging his orgasm out until he’s milked his cock for all its worth, twitching with each rope of cum it squirts out.
through laboured breaths, he gradually comes back to his senses, opening his eyes to make sure his phone camera captured every second of it. and a pleased smirk slinks onto his lips as he faces the camera. a smirk that tells you what exactly will happen once you come back home.
Fan Changyu and Maomao are very well-written female characters. (realistically)
And the series will show you how they use their hard-earned talents (Maomao being an apothecary and Changyu being a butcher). They didn't obtain some magic powers or any instant abilities nor were they born with talent. They WORK THEIR ASS OFF TO GET WHERE THEY ARE! Maomao spent her whole life with her uncle and taught her medicine, and throughout the series, you can see how she uses it. Don't forget how she tests herself to experiment with poisons and medicines. And Changyu was raised in a family of butcher. She earned her strength by butchering pigs. (Do you know how heavy a pig is? I can relate to this because we used to raise pigs, and sometimes it took 3 adults to lift a pig (40 to 60 kg)). Her father taught her martial arts, and then she used her butching skills to kill the enemies. (That's lethal).
Bottom line is: they earned all of their talents! And most of this is for survival. (Another similarity is both being related to a prestigious family.)
Don't forget their partners who always support and encourage their talents to help people. Jinshi will often ask for Maomao's advice and allows her to make medicines (which is not allowed during their time) in exchange for rare goods. Xie Zheng let Changyu fight, he didn't ask her to hide or run. He even forged her blades and made wrist protection. All of these actions are HELPING THEIR WOMEN!!!
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I don’t even WANT a relationship, but sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend just so I could have someone to obsess over and my mind wouldn’t have to resort to ugly boys to fantasize about because they are easy targets.
I’m way too fucking horny for my own good it’s starting to make me want men who aren’t even worth the air I breathe. I don’t like it. A week ago I was barely standing the thought of him and now I want to fuck him. He’s ugly and short and I’m pretty sure he’s got a small dick. But I’m on my period and horny as fuck and that guy is way too easy of a pray. I NEED to drown myself in fanfics to get my mind out of the gutter.
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˚₊‧꒰ა dragon.ᐟ satoru gojo ﾉ sacrfice.ᐟ reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ for centuries, river villages spoke of the powerful, beautiful and cruel dragon atop the mountain. who plagued the valley with a taste for the hearts of pretty girls. every ten years or so an offering is made to quell his wrath. it seems you're this decade's pretty girl they've decided to sacrifice — but you're not going down without a fight ꒰ ᡣ𐭩 ꒱ monster romance ˖ violence mention ˖ suggestive end ˖ 2.3k
໒꒱ ‧₊˚ eden , oh how i've waited for this, promise there will be more parts pls tell me if you wanna be on the taglist ⌇ art cred : myuchiisu
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who many have spun tales about. the cruel, hungry being that lives atop the misty mountain — with scales as white and cold as snow. fangs and claws that tear into anyone who crosses him and eyes so blue, many reconsider that hell might be cold after all. a giant, powerful, serpent-like being with a roar so thunderous it shook the heavens. many villages around the foot of the mountain came to their own story about the magnificent, malicious being, but most came to one conclusion : a sacrifice was needed to sedate his endless hunger and greed.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who received a new sacrifice every decade. throughout the centuries it had been narrowed down to two categories: pretty girl. of age and bustling with life. apparently, the dragon known by the frightful, powerful gojo had quite the liking for beautiful women. as your grandma told you, he ate the hearts of pretty girls.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who's new decade approached, and who was the lovely sacrifice? why, only the fairest of the village. young, smart, and most of all — beautiful. darling you. your parents wept at the announcement, your family bid you farewell that same afternoon. your fate had been sealed, but you refused to go down without a fight. you swore to slay the dragon, or at the very least tame him so that you could protect the valley. so with your head held high, you were bound to the tarai-bune, surrounded in lotus flowers that were supposedly the dragon's favourite and sent off on the water's surface. with a blade you strapped to you thigh beneath your beautiful yukata. if you were going to be eaten, you would take the dragon's eyes with you.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you dreaded every moment of meeting despite your determination. what kind of sick creature took delight in eating the hearts of pretty girls? yet despite the anxiety, you slowly drifted off with the lulling sway of the waves and the water's mist that settled over you like a blanket. only awakening again when . . .
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who . . . who is that? you blink away haze from your heavy eyes. the stiff ache in your joints no more — neither the binds. the bed of lotuses has been replaced by the softest futon and the scent of freshwater had mellowed into gentle sandalwood. incense? you followed the waft and beheld a man whose back faced you as he busied at a table. dressed in a black kimono with a white haori. white, tousled hair with blue. . . antlers? extending to the front of his head. who is this? your eyes rove further down, and it is only then that you catch it. the long, heavy, white-scaled, blue-finned. . . dragon's tail. your eyes widened and your hand fell to your thigh.
Clank!
"Cute."
The tales are true. His eyes were bluer than the sky and ocean combined. Your wrist laid tense in a large hand that encased the entirety of it and then some. You duck down in a pitiful attempt to snatch your blade from the floor — but his tail beat you to it.
His face was . . . is this the dragon? His white hair fell over his face so elegantly. The same face that was surely blessed by the gods. Sharp and smooth in all the right places, with long, white lashes that perfectly framed those stunning blue eyes.
How could something so dreadful be so beautiful?
"Unhand me!" You shouted, as if his grip hurt. No, he held you like a fragile flower. Looked at you as if you were glass, until he grinned and revealed pairs of fangs for canines. A singular brow arched and he tilted his head with a croon.
"No can do pretty. You're gonna go all wushu-warrior on my ass."
"And you're gonna eat me!"
His brows shot up at this. One blink, two, before a deep huff came from his nostrils. Your wrist's dropped in seconds and he easily ducked when you inevitably took another jab at him.
"Hate to break it to you," another dodge. All did was step back. "But you look kinda chewy. Not really my taste."
Your eyes widened. The audacity of this beast to play around with you like a mouse in a lion's den. This time you snatched the lamp from the desk and rushed forward in a fury. Quick. Precise. Like a serpent. "You sick creature! You think I don't know that you eat the hearts of pretty girls!?"
Just close enough. You tried another swing with your free arm. He countered with his forearm. Perfect — he's open. You hurl the flame in a powerful hook. A dragon's weakness is fire, no?
The flame extinguished with a click of his finger. Your wrist's snatched again, this time you're dragged to him. Your other hand befell the same fate. Leaving you still. Wide eyed. Frightened, determined, panting.
Azure glowed in the dim room. He didn't lower his head. Only cut his eyes down to you with a deep frown. Weighed with centuries that reflected a thousand stories in his stare.
Then, he grinned again. Lazily.
"Something like that."
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who . . . actually doesn't eat anybody? once he managed to quell your murder tantrum he sat you down and explained with much exasperation that he doesn't even know the taste of human flesh. he prefers fish. and furthermore: he's not the malicious, greedy creature that the villagers have made him out to be.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who has been protecting the river valley for centuries. he stops floods and tsunamis, ensures that every harvest season is met with plentiful rain and makes sure fish were swimming in the hundreds so that the villagers never went hungry.
"What about the other sacrifices?" You huffed, hands warmed by the tea he offered you. Youre tempted to throw the ceramic at his unsuspecting figure.
He stood some distance from you, back to fixing whatever he had been prior. "I find them a safe place away from the valley." He doesn't cast you a glance. As if he knew you'd be no harm to him even if you tried.
You squinted, sceptical. "Then where are they?"
Another huff, together with a laugh. He glanced over his shoulder with a dry look. "You really think anyone would want to return to a village that sacrificed them?"
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who promised he would find you a suitable new home. away from all the conspiracy and superstitious villagers. you only had to give him a few weeks and he'd have your new life set up. so you were shown around the mountain top, seeing that instead of some dingy cave or lair, there was actually a beautiful, expansive citadel that stretched across. clouds kissed the mountain ledges, serene streams of water flowed into different canals, the nature was thriving and stunning. truly, the epitome of peace. how could anyone have thought this being was anything but magnificent?
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you learnt teaches cultivators in ancient magic. these cultivators dispel evil spirits and ensure further peace of the valley. you almost felt sad, he really did have the people's interest at heart and they repaid him by spinning horrid tales of him?
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you grew closer to during your stay. at first you stayed cooped up in the room he provided you. he brought you breakfast, lunch and dinner, all of which consisted of variations of rice and fish. he had shown you the cold springs not too far off from the citadel where you could bathe. when you grew tired of all the fish, he requested a servant to bring you a fruit platter instead. it really was hard to hate him.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you found endearing with the way he acted with his younger students. you watched from your window at he trained them with patience — and some silliness you wouldn't expect from a being as ancient as him. he was a bit of a bastard but, his heart of gold shone above all.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you didn't want to leave when the time came. he told you he'd find you some place peaceful. how could anyone want to leave this place?
"You what?"
The scroll in his hands nearly dropped. He pretended like you hadn't noticed. Wide eyes seemed lighter, an almost sky-blue as he stared you down.
Disregarding your manners, you shot your hand forward and fisted on his haori himo. "I said I don't wanna go Gojo — Satoru." You bit your lip. Did his eyes soften? "I want to stay here, with you. I want you to teach me too. Teach me how to protect and live the way you do — that's all I've ever wanted."
The silence was heavy, soft, comfortable. When his hand laid over yours and slowly removed your grasp, you assumed the worst. Denial, rejection.
Instead, you got a grin and an arched brow.
"You sure you're not gonna try to kill me again?"
And this time, you smiled back.
"As long as you don't try to eat my heart."
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you started eating meals with when you realised that he ate alone. you joked about the amount of fish in his plate and he asked if you'd rather lay your heart on the platter. his grin turned to a surprised smile when you hit his shoulder — and then his eyes lit up. "you know, not many can say they've harmed a dragon before." so you hit him again.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who started teaching you magic as you asked. slow, steady and - teasing. oh was he a bastard. crooning when you lost control of the flow and landed flat on your ass, but still offered his hand out with that same kind smile that lately has been making your heart flutter. he guided your hands into the sway they should fall into. right behind you, his larger hands dwarfing yours, speaking softly right above you. and when you got it right? you didn't expect his praise to make your face burn.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you begged and pleaded with to see his true form. some of the cultivators around the mountain told you about its sheer beauty and magnificence. you'd heard stories about it back at your village. but he'd only chuckle, brush you off and pat your head. "and what if a pretty girl like you suddenly finds it ugly ah? I'll die of shame." you hate his teases, knowing he's only playing on your curiosity.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you realised rarely sleeps as he's constantly on high alert for the valley. so you decided to give him company late into the nights, sat on his porch and telling him about whatever village gossip you could remember.
"And then, she stormed into his home with a butcher's knife."
"Was she pretty though?"
You hadn't even realised your head was on his shoulder. You lifted your gaze and stared in mock offence before reaching down to pinch a scale on his tail.
"You don't beat your allegations, Gojo-San."
His shiver when your hand brushed over his tail missed your attention because he snatched your wrist right after and yanked you impossibly closer.
"You're right. Why don't I go ahead and earn my reputation?"
Your eyes widened and he grinned as he leaned over you abruptly. His shadow blocked out the moonlight. Hands suddenly braced on your sides. Knees straddling your waist. But instead of claws, all that came was . . . tickles.
Laughter poured into the night. Sweet, melodic, and he chuckled as you squirmed and pitifully pushed on his shoulders.
"L-Leave - Leave me be!"
"Nah. Tired of that big mouth of yours."
He leaned down further, his grin growing. "But mayybbeee if you cried and apologised . . ." At last his onslaught halted. Frozen, when did he get so close to you?
You were beneath him, loopy smile, face flushed and gasping for air, chest heaving. Eyes glossy, looking like something beautiful and tempting altogether.
Satoru blinked a few times and then parted abruptly. Fixing his haori and clearing his throat with a forced chuckle. "Alright, alright. I'll grant you mercy."
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you accidentally caught in the cold springs. you were on your merry way to your nightly bath, having gone a little later than usual due to some extra training. and there he was, bathed in the moonlight, his hair draped over his eyes, no clothing to hide his smoother than jade skin. along his shoulders and down some parts of his arms were white, almost silvery scales. His back was turned to you, so you saw the small blue fins running down his spine. He bathed below a waterfall, beauty, grace, something ethereal. you couldn't help but stare — until you heard a soft . . . groan? you stumbled away before anything else.
˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you haven't seen much of after that night. you were nervous. had he spotted you? it's been a few days and every time you try to approach him, he always seems to have something to do and then vanishes. you're beginning to miss him, and his students don't seem to pay it much mind. had you messed up? when the week mark comes around, you decide enough is enough.
"Satoru," you knocked on his shoji door once, waited, and feel anxiety pool thick like the scent of pollen outside. Spring had settled over the mountain.
"Gojo-San. . ." You attempted formality, even if it hurt. You couldn't help yourself, your fingers hook into the opening. "Can we please talk? If this is about the other night I'm so . . ."
You pulled the shoji door open and the sight you were met with wasn't anything like the Satoru you had come to know.
Blue eyes, deeper and murkier than the pits of the ocean. Even more scales all over his neck, shoulders and chest, shaking with every ragged breath — where is his haori?
