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The air was thick with anticipation as the crowd gathered around the center of the arena. It was the annual "Feast of Flesh," a celebration of the most primal of human desires: the hunger for violence and the thirst for blood. The spectators, dressed in their finest rags and chains, chattered excitedly amongst themselves, their faces painted with the colors of their favorite gladiators. The arena itself was a sight to behold, a massive circular structure made of rough-hewn stone and iron, surrounded by towering stands that seemed to reach up towards the heavens. Today's main event promised to be unlike any other in the history of the Feast. Two of the most famous gladiators in the land would face off against each other: the legendary "Silent Killer," a towering figure clad in black armor, his face hidden beneath a mask of rusted metal, and his opponent, the enigmatic "Lady of Lust," a petite and seductive woman who fought with a whip and a smile. Rumors swirled about their past encounters, some whispering of forbidden love, others of bitter hatred. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the arena, the two gladiators emerged from their respective tunnels, each accompanied by a throng of screaming fans. The Silent Killer moved with the grace of a predator stalking its prey, his eyes fixed on Lady of Lust, who danced and spun before the crowd, her whip cracking like a bullwhip. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, neither daring to make the first move. The crowd held its breath, waiting for the moment when their two worlds would collide. Finally, Lady of Lust lunged forward, her whip snaking out towards the Silent Killer's legs. He leapt nimbly aside, his sword flashing in the dying light. With a swift movement, he parried her attack and countered with a slash of his own. Their weapons clashed, sending up a shower of sparks, and the crowd roared its approval. The battle raged on, each combatant matching the other's skill stroke for stroke, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The gladiators danced around each other, their bodies glistening with sweat and blood. The Silent Killer's armor was battered and dented, while Lady of Lust's clothes hung in tatters around her. She fought with a desperation that belied her small stature, her whip weaving a deadly web around the Silent Killer. But he was relentless, pressing her back towards the edge of the arena. With one final lunge, he pierced her heart, driving his sword deep into her chest. The crowd erupted into a frenzy as the Silent Killer stood triumphant over the fallen Lady of Lust. As the medics rushed to tend to her wounds, the Silent Killer removed his helmet, revealing the face of a woman. The crowd fell silent in shock. It was Lady of Lust, her features hidden beneath layers of makeup and prosthetics. She had been leading a double life, fighting as both a man and a woman, all for the sake of her own twisted amusement. As she was carried away from the arena, she turned her head towards the Silent Killer, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before they were lost amidst the chaos. The meaning of that look would be debated for years to come, but one thing was certain: the Feast of Flesh would never be the same again. The aftermath of the match cast a long shadow over the revelers. Some celebrated the Silent Killer's victory, while others mourned the loss of Lady of Lust. Rumors spread like wildfire, fueling the flames of speculation about the true nature of their relationship. Some claimed they had been lovers in secret, while others swore they had been bitter enemies all along. In the end, no one could be sure of the truth. As the sun set on the arena, the Silent Killer, now revealed as Lady of Lust, was stripped of her title and exiled from the kingdom. She disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of questions and uncertainties. The Feast continued without her, but the air of mystery and intrigue that had once defined it was forever changed. The gladiatorial combat was no longer about simple entertainment; it had become a complex exploration of identity, love, and betrayal. And with each new match, the stakes only grew higher. The new gladiators dragged the Lady of Lust out of the ring to the headquarters, but then.. A handsome man came and killed them all, Brining the Lady of Lust to his house, he asked '' What's your name?" She looked at him with her seductive eyes and said, "My name is Lust, but you can call me whatever you want." He smiled and replied, "I want you to call me Master." She blushed and said, "Yes, Master." The man, known as the Master of Lust, trained her in secret, teaching her new ways to use her whip and body to control men. He also taught her how to fight with a sword, making her even more dangerous. As time passed, they fell in love, and their passion knew no bounds. Their relationship became the talk of the town, with everyone wondering if the Master of Lust was indeed the Silent Killer who had slain the Lady of Lust. The Feast of Flesh continued, but now it was different. The crowd no longer cheered for bloodshed; they cheered for the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust. Their love story had given the arena a new purpose, a reason to exist beyond mere entertainment. The gladiatorial combat became a celebration of passion and devotion, of two souls intertwined in a dance of death and desire. One day, as the Lady of Lust was about to face her next opponent, the Master of Lust stood beside her. He took off his helmet, revealing his face to the crowd. It was the Lady of Lust herself, her features hidden behind the mask all along. The crowd gasped in shock and awe, realizing that she had been playing a double game. She had been both the victim and the victor, the prey and the predator. As they fought side by side, their love for each other burning bright, the Feast of Flesh reached its true purpose, its true destiny. And so, the story of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust continued, their love immortalized in the annals of history. The Feast of Flesh became a testament to their courage, their passion, and their unwavering devotion to one another. It was a tale of redemption and the power of love to conquer all, even the harshest of realities. And as the years passed, and new gladiators came and went, their story remained etched in the hearts of all who had witnessed it, a shining beacon of hope in a world that often seemed devoid of it. In real time, In the house, Master of Lust decided, He was horny, and asked if she wanted to have sex. Lady of Lust blushed and said, "Of course, Master." They went to their bedroom, and the Master of Lust undressed her slowly, savoring every inch of her exposed skin. As they made love, their passion was fierce and unyielding, a testament to the depth of their feelings for each other. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans of pleasure filling the air. As they lay together afterwards, sweaty and content, the Lady of Lust asked her Master about their future. "Will we always be together like this?" she whispered, her voice full of wonder. The Master of Lust smiled and stroked her hair, "As long as there is a Feast of Flesh, we will be its heart. We will be its beating soul. Our love will guide it, and our passion will make it sing." The Lady of Lust felt a thrill run through her at his words. She knew that their love was more than just a fleeting emotion; it was a force to be reckoned with. Together, they would shape the destiny of the Feast of Flesh, making it a celebration of not only blood and violence, but of love and devotion as well. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The Lady of Lust continued to fight with a newfound vigor, her heart full of love and determination. Whenever she faced an opponent, she could feel her Master's presence guiding her, his love and support giving her the strength she needed to overcome any challenge. One night, as they lay in bed, the Lady of Lust confessed to her Master that she was pregnant. The news filled them both with a mixture of joy and trepidation. They knew that their child would be born into a world where bloodshed and violence reigned supreme. But they also knew that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Together, they vowed to protect their child and raise them in a world where love and compassion were just as important as strength and resilience. As the months passed, the Lady of Lust's pregnancy became more apparent. She grew rounder and more beautiful, her body a testament to the power of love and the bond that she shared with her Master. The Feast of Flesh continued, and with each passing battle, their love only grew stronger. They were no longer just gladiators; they were symbols of hope and redemption in a world that had long since forgotten such things. On the day that their child was born, the entire kingdom rejoiced. News of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust's union had spread far and wide, and their story had inspired countless others to find love and purpose in even the darkest of times. As they cradled their newborn son in their arms, they knew that they had created a legacy that would live on for generations to come. And so, the tale of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust continued to be told, their love a shining beacon in a world beset by darkness and despair. Their son grew up to become a great hero himself, fighting for justice and peace, always remembering the lessons his parents had taught him about the power of love and the importance of compassion. And when he had children of his own, he would tell them the story of his parents, of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust, and of the Feast of Flesh that had been transformed by their love into something truly wondrous and magical.

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GOJO X READER SMUT! (dont read if you dont want to, idc) https://archiveofourown.org/works/57678334 “Please-” “No.” “C’mon it's not even my fault Nanami-” “Satoru, this is the eighth one!” You complained washing the dishes that were left. Taking a glance at the sad remains of his previous lunch set in the trash. He had broken and or lost every single lunch you gave him. The first time could be blamed on how busy he was, the second time maybe a curse got hungry and took it, by the third time you knew it was some bullshit. He searched the cabinets looking to see if there were any containers left for him to use. “I told you there aren't any left-” You turned around seeing him holding your limited edition Sanrio lunch set. In an instant, you went to take it from him but unfortunately, he was faster. “Don't know babe this looks like one.” he grinned taunting you, holding it up in the air above you and waving it around. You went to hell and back to get it spending countless hours waiting in line hoping to get the lucky ticket. Willy Wonka be damned. “Satoru give it!” he only held his hand up higher even further out of your reach. He gave you his sad puppy dog eyes like he wasn't the one holding your lunch container hostage. Defeated you sighed, not like you use it anyway. It was too early for this and you didn't feel like going back and forth with him. “Fine.” He gave you a quick peck on the cheek going back to getting ready for work. Before you and Satoru moved in together he would just buy lunch wherever he was placed for a mission or not eat at all. At some point, you got tired of watching him spend money on lunch when you could just do it for him. Once you finished his lunch, packing plenty of things with nutritional value that's not all cholesterol (Sweet snacks as well after he complained that his brain couldn't function with them). You stared at the light pink lunch bag with your name embroidered on the side and your favorite Sanrio character on the front. You kissed it praying you would see it by the end of the day. Satoru came behind you kissing up your neck, holding the sides of your hips. You could smell the scent of his cologne and the shampoo you both share. You placed a kiss on his forehead above his blindfold. Pulling his face close to yours squishing his cheeks with the palm of your hands. “If I don't see my lunch container, bag, and tumbler in the cabinets washed and dried without a scratch on them. Going hungry will be the least of your problems.” You threaten. Routinely giving him a peck on the lips before saying your goodbyes and I love you’s. By the way he clutched onto the lunch bag, the warning came across very clear. You heard your phone ding with a picture of your lunch bag safely on Satoru’s desk. You smiled, hearting the message. You'd realized the time and you had to get ready for your Pilates class. Once you got home thoroughly tired and sweaty you hopped in the shower rinsing off the sweat you earned struggling to uphold an upside-down elephant. You continued your nightly routine including your skincare and wearing the Skims silk pajamas you bought last week. Cleaning up a bit around the house making sure all the security alarms and cameras were set. In bed, you rubbed the soft linen of the California king you and Satoru technically “shared”, where Satoru would sleep if he were here. You do get awfully lonely without him. Frustrated, you got up ditching the slip dress for one of Satoru’s T-shirts. It's not like he was going to wear it anyway. Getting back into bed crawling under the thick blanket. You loved how big it was on you, the way it engulfed your body similar to the way Satoru absolutely towered over you. Once you joked that you would climb Satoru like a tree and you promptly rode him in the back of his car on the side of the street in the middle of nowhere. Reminiscing made you really wet. Imagining Satoru’s head between your thighs or even better the stretch of his cock opening you up. The thought of sleep slipped your mind as you dipped your fingers in your new panties which were close to forming a wet spot. You were hoping to show them off to Satoru but he's nowhere in sight so you'll save it for next time. Gradually you sank your fingers into your wet cunt feeling how tight you were. If only Satoru were here, you whined wishing Satoru was here filling you up and not your fingers. His were so much bigger, thicker, and rougher. Quickening your pace you lifted your hips higher curling your toes as you tried reaching you high. Almost, you imagined it was Satoru hitting all your spots, biting your lip continuing, chasing that familiar tightening in your core. Almost. You heard some familiar whistling behind you, quickly you turned around to face him. “Never said it stop. I was enjoying that.” he pouted, how long was he even there? Honestly, you didn't want to know…well maybe a little. Practically embarrassed, you pulled the covers over your body as Satoru came closer. He kissed your forehead, down to your neck. Carefully pulling the covers off of you, he fondled your breast through his shirt. The fabric teased your nipples making you shift under his touch. He let out a small sorry before pulling the shirt up to expose your abdomen. “My pretty girl,” he whispered against your skin, his breath making shivers go up your spine, turning you on further. “These new?” you nodded, and he pulled them away from your pussy. Thank god he didn't rip this pair. Lowering himself between your thighs spreading your legs apart. His tongue licked a stripe along your cunt catching your juices on his tongue. He groaned, spreading your lips and sucking on your clit. Your toes curled as he used his tongue to fuck you rubbing harsh yet satisfying circles around your clit. You gripped onto his hair as he ate you out, he must be feeling really bad about the lunches. You moaned loudly as you came, Satoru let you ride out your high, licking up your orgasm. “Guess what?” He asked, grinning above you, “Your lunch bag and container are safe and sound.” He looked at you all proudly like he was waiting for a reward. His chin wet from your juices. You rolled your eyes patting him on the back. “Take your clothes off already, you're bringing the curse smell into the bed.” “Say less.” he laughed, removing his clothes, his hard cock laying on your stomach. It was so big, your pussy ached at the thought of him being inside you. Smirking he teased your cunt rubbing the tip repeatedly across your clit. You whined bringing his tip to your entrance. “Please ‘Toru put it in, please- aah!” his cock sank into you. The delicious stretch you missed so much. Satoru groaned at how tight you were, he bottomed out letting you adjust to him. He thrusted into you holding you by your hips with your legs still spread. The sounds of you were like music to his ears. Almost made him cream his pants when he heard you practically crying for him about to come on your fingers for him. Every Time he's inside you it's like he's died and gone to heaven twice. The way your pussy pulsed around him getting wetter and wetter with each thrust it was like it was telling him in morse code to put a baby in you. “Fuck- you're so good for me, mmh- like a little wife,” he spread your legs further apart to the point you were almost in a middle split. “How do you like that? A-ah- make you my wife.” His eyes widened as your legs went into a middle split. “Yes- Mmmh! Anything a-ah you want-” Your eyes watered as his pace quickened hitting your spot so precisely, his thumb rubbed circles around your clit. It was too much you squeezed your eyes shut, and the tightening in your core snapped. You came screaming Satoruʼs name. Wet. Wet? A wetness started to soak the bed, Satoru froze watching as you squirted around him. The wetness soaked his length as it dripped onto the wet sheet. Tears started to well in your eyes, and a crazed grin spread across his face as he jackhammered into you rambling about how you drove him crazy. “Ahn-! S-sensitive wa-wait-” you cried as he continued. It was almost painful but it felt soo good. He gripped your waist, you could tell he was also close by the way his eyebrows furrowed and the way he moaned saying how much he loved you. You could hold on just a bit longer. “Cum with me- Nngh! You did so well bringing my things back- yes!” you encouraged him, grinding your hips back and ignoring the needy urge to let go. He drew circles around your clit making you cum, he wasn't far off hips slamming into yours as his cum poured into you. Your body twitched, legs wrapping around him to keep him in place. You wrapped your arms around him as he collapsed next to you. He moved a piece of hair out of your face as your face. He stared at you for a bit before peppering you with kisses. “C’mon I'm gross.” you yawned, you felt so gross with sweat, cum, and the wet sheets beneath you. “Want to take a bath together?” “Like hell, you just want to go again.” “So is that a no?” You pretended to think about it rubbing your chin before lifting your arms signaling for him to carry you. You're way too tired to walk to the bathroom. In the end, you two fucked in the bath again claiming he wanted to see you squirt again. He didn't let you go until you did. When you got up in the morning your legs were still wobbly as you walked to the kitchen to get water to soothe your dehydration. In the cabinet, there was your lunch container and bag looking exactly how you bought it. Washed without any scratches. You were going to have to come up with some kind of reward system.

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you want petty ill give you petty. so heres the story theres this girl that is always in iss lets just say she looks like if a white girl wanted to be a latina she wears UGLY fake eyelashes and damn. it looks like someone hot glued pubes to her eyes. anyway she has this boyfriend that actully looks like he touches children like im not joking bros scary. anyway. in the hallway they eat eachother out... her name is julia. now why do i have a problem with her im glad you asked. julia tried to get back at her boyfriend dumping her by GETTING WITH HIS BROTHER. so the only reason she got with his brother is to get in his house again. so she gets in his house bangs his brother then GOES in her exs ROOM and POKES HOLES IN ALL HIS CONDOMS HUH?! yeah just because he had enough. now this girl emma is crying every day because she cant be a mom yet and julia bullys her for being a slut. GIRL YOUR A FREE USE OBJECT FOR EVERYONE AND YOU SAY SHES A SLUT ?! girl bye anyway that was petty drama that i cant stand („• ֊ •„)♡ |￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣| | (we hate julia ) | ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ ￣￣￣￣＼／￣￣￣ ∧＿∧ ;;（´・ω・） ＿旦_(っ(,,■)＿＿ |l￣l||￣しﾞしﾞ￣|"

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