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SATORU’S PRINCESS - TWITTER LINKS

⋆｡˚ ୨୧˚HUSBAND EDITION ˚୨୧˚｡⋆

He loves pleasuring his princess

A quickie before work

Making him cum in his shorts

Good girls get spanked too

Gently prepping you

You got him jealous

Suprising him with a new set he's been asking you about

Making you squirt

He's been missing you on his mission

There's a first time for everything

Slow lovemaking after a long day

Give your husband a kiss

He loves worshipping his goddess

Some people got so mad the last time and idgaf so here’s another bunch for y’all! Part 1 here

indi is such a cute name to say omg indi indi indi indi indi indi indi indi I LOVE IT

IM YELLIMG?!?! i love u sm. hehe

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Me going to bed tonight 🥰

Rolled up shirt sleeves 🥵

I'm totally normal about these gorgeous men 🫠💋

P.S.1: Where did my panties go? 😏

P.S.2: I changed Levi pic because just look at him! 😩💦

RANDOM MIA LORE DROP TIME!!!

when i was like 8 or 9 i had this huge crush (?) on an actress. my mom had subscribed to some online magazines where every other week you could see her modeled in diff outfits and i would take screenshots of her pictures and hide them in my snapchat 'My Eyes Only' thing and just stare at them cuz she was so pretty it was nice to look at her. (im straight)

LORE DROP i used to be weirdly obsessed with high school musical and would only stare at gabriela and was confused when i thought troy was ugly. #gaythings

eheh guys guess who is going to japan in 2 days 😄😄😄😄

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ngl wanna start a succubus girlfriend au from this kinktober fic

18+ succubus reader x 21+ megumi. cw: reader has non human features; wings, horns, tail, pointed ears. she can turn invisible. voyeurism (watching him). mutual masturbation. edging. dream bj/m. oral. wc: 2.4k

After a few strange encounters on this campus, you've taken to hiding in the little den you've made in an unused dormitory, only venturing out to stretch your wings now and then.

You're out for an evening stroll when you notice a particular dark haired sorcerer you haven't seen before. You were only going to the vending machine to get a soda, but you may be getting a bit distracted.

Using your invisibility, you step to the side of the illuminated machine and watch him approach, shoving some coins in and selecting his desired drink.

He looks pissed off. And tired.

He snatches the can of coffee from the machine and starts striding away. You follow him on impulse, ignoring the nagging voice telling you this is dangerous, don't you remember what happened last time?

You get to his apartment door, but you at least have the sense not to enter tonight.

He shrugs off his jacket and approaches the window, where you're hovering just outside, peeking through the open curtains. Squinting his eyes, he peers into the night and seems to make direct eye contact with you. You panic momentarily, flitting about, until you realise he's looking through you, at the moon.

He sighs, rubs his forehead and rests his head in his palms, leaning on the windowsill.

He looks deep in thought, perhaps worried. But that doesn't take away from his breathtaking beauty, especially in the starlight.

He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his pretty features, and you watch the way his deep blue eyes stare so longingly, his dark lashes batting with every tired blink. He runs a hand over his neck, ruffling his inky black mess of hair, and to your pleasure he reaches further back, tugging his t-shirt up and over his head.

You can see his whole upper body now, illuminated in the pale glow of the moon.

He's enchanting.

You watch him for a moment longer, your eyes lingering lower and lower, until he pulls the curtains closed and you hear him step away.

In your agitated disappointment you try to follow him from the outside, searching for another window. But to your dismay you find his bathroom blinds closed as you hear him turn on the shower, so you withdraw for the night and return to your room.

During the following days you cannot get his image out of your mind. You desperately chase after him, but he's just so busy you can barely keep up.

You watch him work like a dog, up to his nose in assignments and missions, some with other sorcerers, most by himself. He sometimes advises students when he gets time, but he seems too busy to be involved in teaching like some of the others. Whatever his role is, he seems to be working himself to the bone, leaving him exhausted.

You hear the students calling his first name in the corridors... how rude, you think.

But you get to hear his name, nonetheless.

Megumi.

And you commit it to your memory, each syllable seared into your mind never to forget.

At the end of each day you watch him trudge to his apartment, often with stacks of books and supplies, other times with blood stained uniform, sometimes both.

Despite his punishing schedule, the man still finds time for himself, allowing you to watch his routines as you start following him closely, daring to enter his cosy home.

You've seen his nighttime habits play through for the whole week, and on Friday it's the same deal; showering, eating, cleaning, relaxing. He often reads or perches on the small balcony, sometimes playing music to fill the silence of his solitude. Perhaps he likes it like this. He seems quite content.

You watch him flick off the stereo, turn the lights down and head to bed, humming softly to himself. He sets his book on the bedside table and you know your favourite part is coming next.

Every time you see him you have to bite your lip so tight so you don't make a noise.

But you can't take your eyes away when he strips himself.

He gets into bed and to your surprise, doesn't pick up his book.

He props himself up against the headboard and his hand starts running down his defined chest and abs.

Oh my god, he's finally masturbating!

You manage to hold back a delighted squeak and watch him massage himself, the covers pulled over where you need to see him most.

But he grunts and sighs until there's an incredible tent in his sheets.

Wow. Your mouth hangs open.

He gets hotter, his pent up frustrations building, until he rips the covers down and exposes himself fully.

"Oh" you accidentally whimper out loud, seeing his erection for the first time.

Luckily he didn't hear you over his heavy breathing, and your hand was already covering your mouth in anticipation of letting something slip.

You watch him in his pleasure filled state, his usual frown replaced by bite swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His eyebrows bunch up, his mouth hanging open with a quiet moan. His hips stutter and quiver looking as though he's about to release, but his hand only slows.

Oh fuck.

You have to start touching yourself to the sight of him. It's very rare that you do this, the pleasure does not satiate you, but tonight you can't resist. You want to feel connected to him.

Your fingers snake down into your soaked panties and you start tracing your clit while he edges himself.

You catch up with him quickly, bringing yourself up to the precipice of a hard orgasm only for him to stop again. You let a little whimper slip and your body freezes, in tandem with his.

Then you go again, watching him look down as if to question what he's doing to himself. You follow his pace carefully, tapping and circling yourself in sync with his pumping.

This time his abs start clenching up and you watch the way his waist dips in so beautifully. You can tell he's going to do it this time, now his jerking and thrusting is getting harder and faster.

Out of all his sexual pleasure and beauty, the sight that brings you down is him spitting on his cock.

Your body trembles and clenches around absolutely nothing, watching him get dripping wet, thighs shaking, and he finally releases his hot load over his abs.

You watch him deliver a few final tugs until he reaches for some tissues.

In your countless experiences of edging men, you've never seen one do it to himself and enjoy it so much. Although he's just finished, you can't wait to see him like that again. Hopefully next time you'll be the one giving him such feverish pleasure.

Desperate to get your fix of him, you get to work entering his dreams and finding your way into his fantasies.

To your disadvantage, despite his exhaustion after each long day, he's tough and resilient, making it difficult to break down the fortified walls of his mind.

It takes you multiple attempts for him to finally let you in, but when he gives in to your temptations, you get him whimpering in seconds and cumming in minutes. It's a rushed meal, but you're starving and the way he's moaning is giving you exactly what you need. It's like pure ecstasy, his body taking you higher than any man you've tasted before.

And you get addicted.

You visit him over and over.

He trudges home. You follow.

He takes care of himself. You watch.

He gets into bed. You enter his dreams.

Again and again, you appear before him and take your fill.

During your visits he's usually out cold, in a deep, restless sleep, but as the weeks pass you notice his eyes starting to flicker open, still seeming too tired to acknowledge you properly.

But he sees you. And you stare into those dark blue irises that hide secrets in their depths.

From Megumi's perspective, he realises he's been feeling very sexually satisfied recently. He feels hornier and he's getting turned on so easily

One day he's settling down on the sofa after cleaning his apartment and your image enters his mind. He gets so turned on from the thought of you and slowly starts to realise what you've been doing to him.

He ponders it for a moment then looks down to find himself growing hard.

You watch this predicament unfold from outside. You know exactly what's happening. The look of confusion and anger that initially crosses his features, slowly clouded by a look of desire.

You hover for a moment longer and notice how he's rubbing himself through his trousers. That isn't going to work, you think.

After your countless evenings in his bed, you finally work up the courage to present yourself to him tonight.

So you gently tap at the window, peeking through and revealing yourself.

To your relief, he isn't startled, but approaches the window with a curious expression.

"It's you..."

You hear him through the panes of glass.

You nod with a shy smile, watching him slide the catch and pull the window open.

"Come in"

You shift around awkwardly then flutter in, and he watches you land on the carpeted floor of his living room.

And before you utter a word to each other, you're drawn closer and he pulls you in.

The way he treats you makes your ego swell. He's giving you the softest kisses and placing such respectful, thoughtful touches over your body.

"You've been in my head," he breathes out between your passionate movements, "in my dreams?" He sounds confused, disbelieving, perhaps.

You nod, gripping his hands as he continues sliding his tongue over yours, clearly not dissuaded by your immoral actions.

"I, I needed to..." you whisper into the small gap between your lips.

"You needed..." he looks down, "this?"

His hand works over the bulge in his pants and you nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth.

He looks into your eyes again and finally smiles. Your stomach flips, your eyes flying wide as if you can take in any more of him.

It's a little cocky, more of a smirk, but his face lights up regardless, seeing the way you're looking up at him so innocently.

"Hey, don't act all coy..." his smile grows, teasing you now, "how many times have you sucked me off already?"

How he's acting, how he's speaking to you, how he looks- how have you found a man so perfect?

He's got you all muddled up, your eyes blinking at him slowly, his question entering your ears and flooding to your cheeks.

"I- I... don't know"

"No, neither do I," his little smile is making you dizzy now, "but I'd like you to do it again, if that's ok?"

You're amazed. You can't believe he's offering himself to you- a winged, pointy eared, sharp toothed demon- so freely.

"A-are, are you sure?"

You look down over your body, suddenly doubting yourself.

But you get butterflies through your chest when he tilts your chin up again, your face resting in his cool, firm hand.

"It's more like, I need you." He pauses, looking down, "My body... reacts to you." He looks up again, his thumb tracing your chin.

All of your hesitation is dispelled when you hear his next words.

"I want you."

With that, you drop to your knees and let him get inside you as quickly as possible.

He yanks down his pants and frees his hard cock, slipping himself between your eagerly waiting lips.

"Ohhh, fuck," he slides in and he gives you more than you can take, fucking your throat and getting you drooling and messy.

But he's in a state himself, bucking his hips while trying desperately to ease his hard grip on your hair. You only encourage him, moaning and taking him deeper every time he pulls.

"You like that?"

"Mm, mmmm" you hum over him, loving every second of him fulfilling his instincts, his deepest pleasure filled urges becoming reality.

"Fuck- good, I like a girl who can take it a bit rough-" he mutters between his now laboured breaths.

"Wanted to fuck your pretty mouth like this... before-" his eyes squeeze closed, his head falling back, allowing you to feast your gaze on his neck and jaw.

The way he compliments you with such dirty words gets you gushing. You swear you could absorb pleasure from his voice alone.

A thought suddenly dawns on him while his abs are clenching up, the familiar feeling of his impending release flooding through his body.

"I-I don't even know your name?" he huffs, questioning you, but you don't stop. You can't stop now. However much he seems to love edging, you can't do it tonight. You need him.

So you suck and feel him shake and deliver the hot mess you've been craving, taking every drop, its potency ten fold now you're taking his conscious, consenting pleasure.

You drink in his every shaky vocalisation, watching him come down as you clean him off, pulling away and admiring him from below.

After licking your lips and enjoying your meal, you peer up at him and finally answer his question.

"y/n. I'm a succubus. Nice to meet you."

From there, you entered a rather curious relationship with the dark haired sorcerer, striking up a deal so you can get a reliable fill.

He agrees, under the condition that you'll let him have sex with you and won't go to any other man.

"I want you for myself."

You nod in agreement, his every gesture thus far telling you that he's not going to hurt you, and that for once, you've found a man who needs you as much as you need him.

megumi

☆. contains: 18+ mdni; roommate!satoru gojo x fem!reader; 2.5k; actually gn overall but he does call the reader "girlfriend" once, idiots to idiots, dry humping, some neck kissing and hickeys mwah mwah mwah, satoru is just a super thoughtful roomie:((, a mention of satoru and the reader being pervs but yk what else is new

you've been ranting roomie!gojo's ears off about this annoying guy at work, who keeps trying to hit on you but you're not feeling it. at all. you've already mentioned that you have a (fake) boyfriend but he just won't quit. even ignoring him isn't affecting the guy, he probably thinks you're playing hard to get or something.

"anyway, i don't know, he's just so fucking weird and he creeps me out." you throw your head back onto the soft plush pillows on the couch and sigh loudly, closing your eyes, trying to escape the thoughts of the man.

satoru is sitting on the other end of the couch, gently massaging your sore and tired feet. his nimble fingers are doing something magical and you've physically had to restrain a moan twice now. he's nodding along to what you're saying, biting back the teasing remarks, knowing that you've had a rough day. he's the one who offered the foot massage anyway– to which your first impression was to throw a pillow at him, thinking that he's just messing with you or he's trying to be a freak but no, he really meant that he wants to give you a good old foot massage. to make you feel better. to relieve your stress.

this is nice. he's listening and only throwing in a couple of mhmm's and that sucks' every once in a while. you can feel the weight slip from your shoulders as you continue sinking deeper and deeper into the couch.

"like what the fuck else am i supposed to say to him? how am i going to make him understand that i don't fucking want him? that i have a..." a big sigh leaves your lips. "boyfriend."

having your eyes closed, you miss the way satoru's shine as an idea pops into his head. he zones out on the long-forgotten tv screen as he thinks it over for an exactly one second before deciding that it's a genius thought. he pinches your calf to pull you from your head.

"you know what we could do?"

you hum, letting him know you're listening and he continues.

"i could always mark you up... you know, play your little boyfriend and let him really know that you're taken. that oughta make him understand, hm?"

...

your eyes shoot open but your gaze stays on the ceiling above you, not daring to look at him just yet. that would probably get the point across, right? but are you really considering this? are you gonna let him do that? mark you up?

you slowly lower your eyes and look at him. the light glow from the tv in the background is making his eyes glint, something daring in them. he's wearing his usual sheepish grin, showing off the perfect rows of pearly whites. his lips look so pink and pretty. and glossy? and soft? and now you're really thinking about letting him do it, cover you in hickeys as long as you get to feel him against your skin. let his sharp canines sink into your neck and let him play your boyfriend.

satoru lets you stare at him, reveling in the quiet attention as he watches your eyes trail over his features; from his eyes down his nose, to his lips. he makes an extra move of sinking his teeth into the soft flesh and he knows he's got you; he just wants you to say it now. he needs you to ask for it.

"you're thinking about it."

the tone of his voice is teasing but still as sweet as honey, designed to trap you and it's fucking working. you rub your feet together in his lap, his hands still resting on your calves. his thumb keeps drawing lazy circles into your skin and it's making you feel warm.

"and what if i am?" raising a brow at him, you try to keep your composure, to seem unaffected by his very tempting offer.

his long fingers slither around one of your ankles and he can't hold back his teasing anymore. he reckons he's been quiet enough for one day.

"aww..." he coos, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "do you want me to be your boyfriend, pretty?" his free hand grabs onto your other ankle, raising them off of his lap and back down onto the couch. he stands and takes a step toward you, dragging his finger from your ankles up your legs and thighs.

"a fake boyfriend." you correct him as a wave of chills runs all over your body. the only sound that slips from his lips is a smug little tch! and then he's already situating himself onto your lap, his strong thighs closing around your hips. you're skin to skin; well, material to material but you're close. there's no room to wriggle, nowhere to run and your little surprised expression is only feeding his already big ego – he's loving it.

you don't know where to put your hands, finally letting them rest on his thighs as you try your best to avoid his gaze, suddenly feeling a bit flustered at the proximity.

"so you do want me to do it." his fingers grab your chin and tilt it up, forcing you to look at him; doe eyes meeting his excited ones. "want me to mark you up, to let him know you're taken, right?"

his fingers move up to your cheeks and he gives them a faint squeeze, making your lips pucker at the action. he lets his eyes fall from yours to your mouth for a second before speaking up. "i can do that."

your fingers dig into the material of his sweats and his heart does a little flip inside his chest. you hate when he gets the upper hand, you hate when he makes you nervous like this but you just can't control your body around him. heart beating so fast, you're sure you're nearing an untimely death and it's all his fault.

are you letting him do this? are you seriously letting your annoyingly cocky roommate with his stupid pretty blue eyes and his even stupider smile do this?

he's staring down at you with said smile and your thighs press together on their own. the corner of his lips twitch but he doesn't say anything. his hand travels from your cheeks to push away a few stray hairs, letting his eyes take in your current state. he pushes his knee into the side of the couch in order to make a bit more room for himself, lowering his hips against yours and you hold back a noise.

are you gonna let him do this?

yes.

definitely yes.

getting impatient, satoru leans down and brushes his nose against yours. his rich cologne fills your nostrils and your eyes threaten to roll back inside your head. he's now putting almost all of his weight onto you and it just feels right. your fingers curl deeper into his sweats, quietly asking for something but you won't get it that easily.

"you need to say it, though." he whispers while nosing at your flushed cheeks. his one head rests beside your head, holding him above you as the other traces down your jaw. he's so fucking close and you feel like you can't breathe properly. you're blaming your long day for being so worked up, for being so sensitive.

"c'mon, i want you to say that you want me to mark you up. can't possibly do it without your permission now can i." you don't need to see his face to know that he's smiling, you can feel it against your skin.

nodding your head, you just hope it's enough for him because you don't trust your voice. don't trust yourself to be sure that you won't let an embarrassing sound escape your lips.

but it's not enough. satoru can be so greedy; he wants to be greedy with you. he shakes his head, his breath tickling the sensitive spot right under your jaw.

"nuh-uh." satoru coos. "i wanna hear it. please, i wanna hear it, baby. tell me that you want it." he's pretty much begging now and you don't know who wants this to happen more, him or you.

"i– fuck, i want it." you mumble out. the air around you is so thick and it's hard to swallow the lump in your throat. "want you to mark me up, satoru..." removing your hands from his thighs, you let them fall to his soft hair, combing through the locks as you try to keep your head clear. it's not helping though because next thing you know, satoru is pressing his crotch against yours, almost grinding down.

"see, that wasn't so hard."

before you can whine about his teasing, his lips latch onto your skin.

feeling your hips buck up under him, he hums into you. his mouth is so warm against you, his wet tongue marking the spot before he gets to work on the hickey itself. your lips part and a tiny whimper manages to slip out, making your body temperature double in number. you feel him grin, most certainly letting you know that the sound didn't go unnoticed.

he holds your head to the side so he's presented with more skin, his new canvas, and he wastes no time in sinking his teeth into you. he is a man on a mission and nothing will stop him now. you give his roots a strong tug at a particularly sharp bite and now it's his turn to buck his hips; he's completely flush against you and the slight grinding is making him feel hazy. he can only imagine what's happening underneath your clothes and his dick twitches at the thought.

of course he would like to have sex with you. hell, he would love to fuck your brains out right here on the living room couch and have you chant his and his name only but this is not the moment. you're not there yet; he wants to take it slow. is this being slow, though?

he unlatches from your neck and licks over the fresh blooming mark. this is not the time to be pondering over the status of your relationship either – he has you right here under him, mewling and whining; he has more important things than that. he'll bare the consequences tomorrow. he's just being a good friend right now.

fuck... he wishes he could record the shy little sounds you're making though. he knows they're unintentional – he can feel how warm you are. how warm you are everywhere. he wishes he could record you, so he wouldn't have to only use his imagination every night when he jerks off to the thought of you. you're just roomies; just friends.

"you taste so fucking good, i might jus' eat you alive." he mutters before wetting his lips and starting on another mark. he grinds his hips down against you again and groans when you push his head closer to yourself.

"you– ah... my fake boyfriend really seems to, hmpff– enjoy this." you mewl out as your free hand finds its way under his shirt, fingers tracing over his side. he shudders against you and a little lust-blown smile takes over your lips. you slide your fingers upward, letting them glide over the strong muscles of his back. your hips are now moving in tandem, not too slow nor too fast – just enough to drive the both of you insane.

"my fake girlfriend seems to be enjoying it even more." his tongue dances on your skin, the wet warm muscle making your breath hitch alongside the word.

girlfriend.

satoru calling you his in that sweet voice is something new. it's just a word though, it doesn't mean anything.

your body betrays you when you grab onto him stronger, push him against you stronger. satoru is almost completely flat against you and it feels great. your hips aren't stopping – you push up as he pushes down and it feels great. your eyes roll into your head when you feel him bite down on you again before sucking on your tender skin and you reward him by pressing your nails into his back. he groans and the vibrations from it echo through your whole body. back arching off the couch, you try to close whatever gap there might be left between you. satoru's hand stays firmly on your neck, not letting you run away anywhere (not that you'd fucking go anyway).

you're fairly sure that you can feel his hard-on but you don't question it; grinding up against it instead. he nips at your skin and pulls away, quietly admiring his sloppy little masterpiece and then he's lowering himself for a third one. another faint whimper slips from the depths of your throat and he opens his mouth to make you suffer further, to tease you about being so damn sensitive to his touch but three loud knocks against your apartment door shut him up.

your eyes widen as you stare up at satoru but he just stares back at you just as dumbfoundedly. he's ready to dive back in when a voice calls out.

"PIZZA DELIVERY!"

...

you let out a small fuck and satoru's head falls into the crook of your neck, hiding from the monster that is the pizza delivery man that he himself indeed called for. he leaves a couple of wet smooches down the expanse of your chest before smiling at you with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. he pushes himself off of you and swiftly fixes himself and heads for the door. he ruffles his hair and clears his throat before opening it, casting a nearly perfect smile at the delivery guy while you're left panting on the couch, neck wet with his drool and saliva and a terrible ache between your legs.

after satoru sends the man off with a big tip, he plops back down to the couch and places the pizza between you two like nothing had happened. he's not as slick as he thinks he is though because the flush on his cheeks and neck stays on for way too long and he can't sit still for the life of him. he keeps eyeing you, your neck, every time he grabs a new slice – the drying saliva reflecting in the light coming from the tv screen. after three slices he excuses himself to the bathroom, grinning at you stupidly as he insists that he's just gonna go for a piss. ususally you'd make fun of him, tease the living hell out of him but you just can't this time. you're not doing any better than he is. was the tv volume this quiet before or did you do that after you heard him lock himself into the bathroom?

you're not trying to listen in, are you?

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