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hello!!! I saw that you wrote lifeguard Levi before, requesting lifeguard Gojo, smut 🙏 🙏 🙏
Jellyfish Sting // Gojo.
Scenario: Ouch! Stung by a jellyfish. Good thing Lifeguard Gojo Satoru is here to save the day… Oh, and make you feel reeeaaaallll good.
Word Count: 16,681.
Content / Trigger Warnings: female reader (she/her), lifeguard!gojo, cunnilingus, blowjob, handjob, fingering, sexual intercourse, unprotected, creampie, exhibitionism, public, outdoors, beach sex, dirty talk, pet-names (mostly princess), a jellyfish sting(?), jokes of piss, big dick gojo, stomach bulge, phone call whilst sex happens, people walking by, spanking, massaging, praise, dom!gojo / taking orders, breathplay (via dick and blocking airways), weird position (idk if it has a name but on gojo’s shoulders as he holds you up as he . . .), rough, breast worshipping, finger sucking / consuming cum. all completely consensual.
I think that's it! Please (kindly) let me know if I missed something.
Note: A request is done, woo !! Again like I usually say - not my best. AHAHA. I try !! I didn’t proof-read or edit so forgive if there’s any mistakes, just ignooooore. Lifeguard Gojo is… drools. Very yum. I think that’s about it? ; - ; Thank you for waiting. If you’re reading this and enjoyed it, please let me know !! <333 I’m a slut for kind words. Like usual, I’ll try to do better with my writing. Also hopefully this one doesn’t get fl*gged like my other one :))))))))).
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The sun is blazing hot even amongst the few clouds in the sky. If it wasn’t for the sunscreen, you were sure you’d be burnt to a crisp. Truth be told, you didn’t even want to be outside today but, your friends whined about wanting to go to the beach and what kind of friend would you be to deny them that? Still, the weather could be a lot worse than it is and it’s the perfect season for cute bikinis to wear.
You quickly glance down at yourself, admiring the shade of red of your bikini and the flimsy strings tied into cute bows before sighing out softly, feeling content to just sit beneath the large umbrella that you rented with your small group of friends. They’re near the shoreline, playfully splashing each other and there’s a pang of guilt within you for not joining them so quickly. “Come on, Y/N. You won’t die.” You mumble to yourself, shifting yourself from your laying position until you’re up on your feet, carefully bending down so your head doesn’t hit the umbrella. It’s just a bit of sun. Besides, there’s a nice breeze and lifeguards here to save you— If you really do end up in danger. You look over to the tall chair, squinting a little to inspect the lifeguard that’s on duty in this area.
Your eyes travel a bit south of his body and you feel like all of the air was just knocked out of you and leaving you winded. Okay, so maybe his figure is gorgeous. Well-defined muscles. Really, well defined. That must be an eight-pack and how is that realistically possible? Even his legs look nice and long. Soft white hair that makes your fingers twitch with the urge to touch. His skin is clearly well taken care of when he’s out in the sun most days. Wait a minute— Was he looking at you? Even with distance, you can clearly see his head is turned in your direction, sunglasses not truly covering his eyes that you swear are looking your way. No… He’s probably just checking the general area.
He’s smirking at you. You’ve been caught.
You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, thankful to see that his co-worker is suddenly grabbing his attention and so before you’re truly distracted, you stomp through the sand towards your friends. Whatever. You just wanted to double-check check someone was on duty. That’s all it is. “Y/N, finally!” One of your friends whines playfully, latching around your neck to cling to you. “We were wondering when you’d join us. Sitting all alone is boring, y’know.” Your friend continues and you laugh softly, gently patting her back. “I was playing the main character in hopes that the hot lifeguard would look my way.” You say, giggling along with your friends as you glance towards the lifeguard once more.
He’s off the seat now and you couldn’t ignore the obvious sight of tight red shorts low on his hips, the v-line tempting you to want to see further. You feel like some nasty side of you is starting to awaken. You didn’t even pay attention to his hot co-worker; long black hair tied up and your friend clinging onto you gushing about his smile. He’s cute, you couldn’t deny that but, the white-haired lifeguard… There’s something about him.
“Quickly, one of us needs to start drowning.” Your other friend says and you playfully smack her shoulder. “Let’s all just actually swim.” You say, dragging your friends into the warm salty water. It didn’t take long for you to fool around with your friends, briefly oblivious to a certain lingering gaze on your figure. Even with hatred towards the heat, you find yourself grateful for visiting the beach. It’s comforting; to be able to spend time playing around with your friends before the days get busy again.
You grin as you splash one of your friends in retaliation to her own and the pair of you try to dodge each other’s attacks before there’s a sly smile on her face and she floats closer. “Mister lifeguard really does love looking at you~.” She teases and your mouth opens to respond, only for a sharp cry to escape your lips. There’s a painful stinging sensation across your leg and out of instinct, you begin to kick your leg as you flail away from the general area. “What? What is it!” One of the friends says, frantically taking a hold of you.
Usually, you have a high tolerance for pain, but nothing could stop the tears from appearing and threatening to spill as your lower leg area throbs. “J-Jellyfish!” You gasp out your warning, grabbing a hold of your friend who was clinging onto you and begin to swim back to the shoreline before you stumble onto the sand. A mere jellyfish managed to brush its nasty tentacles up against your leg. You plop your ass down against the sand, bringing your leg closer to try and inspect the unpleasant sting, biting back your soft whimpers of pain. “It’s just a sting, don’t worry.” You try to reassure your group of friends who are surrounding you and showing obvious signs of panic. You could feel the area throb, witnessing as it swells up and the parts where the tentacles actually touch flare up. You scrunch your face up, fingers digging into the sand as you try to not show how much it hurts. You didn’t want your friends to panic further. It’s a rather small incident compared to what could happen out in the ocean.
“What’s going on, girlies?”
You turn your head in the direction of the deep voice, eyes instantly making contact with a crystal blue pair, the sunglasses low on the bridge of the lifeguard’s nose. It’s the white-haired one. You feel like you could potentially faint from a mixture of pain and having his gorgeous existence right in front of your very eyes. You quickly glance to notice his co-worker is next to him, they’re both appearing rather concerned. Your friends back off to give space as they both kneel next to you, feeling your cheeks heating up quickly. “It’s nothing, honestly! I just got stung by a jellyfish.” You explain hastily, hands coming up to wave in dismissal, not wanting to distract the hot lifeguards from their actual job.
You feel something graze gently against your cheek and you finally snap your focus to the touch. The white-haired lifeguard’s finger wipes away a tear that managed to escape, offering a comforting smile before looking towards the large sting area and letting out a low whistle. “It got you pretty good.” He begins, leaning to the side to allow his co-worker to inspect the inflamed part of your leg. You’re too focused on the white-haired male with the sunglasses. His lips soon twist to form a playful smirk.
“Want me to piss on it?”
You felt like your mind completely malfunctioned and went into overdrive from hearing such a filthy question. Instantly, his co-worker smacks him across the back of his head and the playful lifeguard whines dramatically, hands coming up to the back of his head. “Don’t ever offer that stupid idea again, Satoru. You know that’s a myth. You’re going to traumatise the poor girl.” His co-worker sighs and all you could really focus on is the fact that you now know his name. Satoru.
Satoru rolls his eyes, lips forming what must be his signature pout as his hands come down to tenderly guide your leg closer to him. “I doubt she’d be traumatised from a bit of urine, Suguru. I was just joking.” He grumbles, noticing the way your friends appeared disgusted by the idea and yet, you’re simply flustered and avoiding eyes. Cute, is all Satoru can think. “Ladies, your friend—“ He pauses, looking your way.
“Y/N.”
“Y/N will be completely fine. I’ll take her up to the lifeguard tower and you guys can keep having fun. Suguru will keep watch.” Satoru expresses and you look towards your friends, all looking concerned. Even over a jellyfish sting. “I’m okay! Keep having fun, I’ll be good in no time.” You say hastily, maybe a bit too eager to be alone with the white-haired male. Hopefully, it’s not too obvious. Your friends continue to give looks of worry and even guilt about leaving you alone, but you simply give them a smile of reassurance as you press your hands against the warm sand, intending to move so you’re standing.
Instead, you feel a rush of air around you and something strong yet comforting wrapping around your body; one around the back of your knees and the other around your shoulders. You didn’t expect your mind to shortcircuit for the second time so soon as you managed to process that the pair of ‘something’ was Satoru’s toned arms lifting you with ease until he was carrying you bridal style. You let out an awkward laugh, ignoring how hot your face feels as you glance up at his smirking face. “It’s just a jellyfish sting, I’m sure I can walk.” You say quite timidly, ignoring the lingering gazes from both your friends and Satoru’s co-worker.
The white-haired male simply looks down at your face, pearly whites exposed as he grins a little, voice low and smug. “Princesses get carried, no? Come on.” He says, turning his broad back to the group as he begins to walk away. Trying to appear casual by rubbing your face as if something itches; you’re actually trying to hide your own giddiness from hearing his words, even noticing how careful he was with carrying you to not touch the area of your leg on where the jellyfish stung you. Satoru continues to walk through crowds of people on the beach, further up towards the tower, completely unphased by the burning sun against his pale skin. He briefly wonders to himself if he could manage to convince someone as cute as you to reapply sunscreen on spots he can’t reach.
Satoru should feel terrible for already thinking such selfish things but, in his defence? He could tell the attraction was mutual the second he caught you looking at him. It’s a miracle he was even looking away at that moment because the moment he saw you and your friends set up on the beach, he refused to move post with Suguru or other co-workers; insisting he stays on guard for that section of the beach. Just so he could continue to selfishly watch you for his own pleasure. He clears his throat to snap out of his deep thoughts. “So, I have a feeling that you’re not actually a fan of the beach, Y/N.”
You puff your cheeks out, head briefly resting against his shoulder as he continues to carry you. The muscles in his arms didn’t even twitch to show exhaustion. He was perfectly fine with holding you for a long time. “What gives you that idea? Have you been watching me?” You tease lightly, internally wondering where on Earth the confidence suddenly comes from. “Yeah, you’ve caught my eye.” The lifeguard replies, finally at the steps of the tower, looking down at you. You quickly look down, feeling even more exposed than before. Especially in your skimpy bikini. You couldn’t deny the happiness that seemed to ignite in your heart from hearing the lifeguard’s words. You’ve caught his eye. Out of everyone on that beach, it’s you. You sigh softly.
“I don’t hate the beach, I actually quite like it. I just feel like I’m going to dramatically burn to death or something from how hot the sun is. That aside, maybe I’ve found something to make me enjoy the beach more than before. Even the sun can’t stop it… or the sting.” You hastily add as you still feel your lower leg throbbing. Being with the hot lifeguard can only do so much. You watch as his lips curl and eyebrows twist to form a frown. “Right. Hold on.” He says, tightening his large hands against your body as he carries you up the steps of the tower before reaching the top. The door is already open as he steps inside sideways and your eyes notice another pair of gorgeous lifeguards sitting in front of the large windows that look down upon the beach. One with his blonde hair slicked back and keeping his body covered with the lifeguard jacket and longer shorts. You notice he’s wearing glasses. The other is another male; with long hair tied up into two messy buns and a bold tattooed line across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. They both tilt their heads towards you.
Satoru presses you against him as he holds you, refusing to let you stand. He really is giving you the princess treatment for just a jellyfish sting. “Utahime left for the day already, Nanami?” Satoru asks, stepping in the direction of the back of the tower. The blonde male simply nods, eyes focused on you for the moment. You offer a timid smile, looking down towards your fidgeting hands. “What happened with her?” The other lifeguard asks, glancing towards you before returning their gaze towards the windows, and picking up a pair of binoculars. “Jellyfish sting, nothing too bad but I’d rather treat it than let her sit out in the sun and wait for the pain to go. Quicker this way, Choso. Anyways, don’t mind us.” Satoru insists, waiting for the pair to be distracted with their job before he truly moves to the back, behind a set of curtains.
“You really didn’t have to bring me all the way over here. I could have waited it out.” You say softly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the lifeguard tower as the white-haired male carefully sets you down on the mattress of the medical bed, allowing your legs to dangle off the side. Satoru whips the curtain further shut to give you both privacy, looking down at you as he reveals a slight crooked grin. “Can you just let me pretend to do my job so I can have you to myself?” He teases and automatically, your thighs begin to clench together as you feel a stir of excitement within you. “That and I’d rather actually ease the pain of the sting. It’d be quicker here than out there. Didn’t you want to get out of the sun?” He reminds, plopping his ass down onto the stool as he rolls over to the counter.
Maybe it’s because of his own flirtatious ways that you find a side of you awakening. That must be it for your words. “Well, I definitely wanted to get out of the sun with you, mister lifeguard.” You say so sweetly, your eyes lingering on the tiny red shorts that just tighten further around his toned legs. Satoru feels a boost to his own ego at your shy words, setting a bucket under the tap before adjusting for hot water, looking your way. “A princess with a sweet tongue. What a weakness of mine. Let’s focus on the sting for a moment.” He says, soon lifting the bucket out of the sink, and grabbing a spray bottle full of vinegar before setting them down. “Various remedies, different strokes for different folks. They all work, usually. It’s a relief we don’t live in an area with dangerous types. Otherwise, I’d be running to the hospital with you in my arms. What would you prefer to try to soothe the pain?” He asks, hands rubbing along his toned thighs.
Truth be told, you could barely focus on his words of wisdom. You’re far too distracted by his pretty hands against his thighs. “The hot water..” You manage to respond and Satoru simply smiles, noticing how distracted you appear to be. “Or you could just look at my pretty face as a distraction until the pain is gone. That might take longer.” He teases and you couldn’t help but whine, playfully kicking in his direction. “Stooooop, you’re making me flustered.” You whisper, not wanting the other lifeguards to hear as your walls quickly come down in Satoru’s presence. It already feels like you’ve known him for so long. He chuckles, bringing the bucket of hot water closer as he sets it between you and himself before gesturing for you to scoot to the edge of the bed. The white-haired male bends down, tenderly taking hold of your ankle before guiding your foot into the hot water. It’s big enough so the water completely covers up the throbbing sting area and you hiss gently from the heat.
Your fingers grip the edge of the thin mattress, breathing in deeply. It’s slow but, the sting is starting to subside already, causing your body to relax with relief. Satoru’s large hand rests against your bare thigh, giving a gentle squeeze and nails scraping along your soft skin. “You think this method is good enough for you?” His voice is soft, as if he wants his co-workers not to disturb him, his thumb rubbing in a circular motion against your flesh. You feel like your gut is twisting from the lifeguard’s touch, gaze fixated on his bare abdomen on display for only your eyes to see. “Yeah..” You breathe out softly, making sure to keep your foot in the bucket of hot water and your eyes already becoming droopy. His touch feels so good... You wonder what else his hands could do.
You snap out of your thoughts when he pulls away, standing up from the stool and before he can move away, two of your fingers suddenly hook beneath the elastic of his lifeguard shorts, preventing him from moving. “Oh? Attached to me already, are you? Don’t worry, princess. I’m just going over there.” He teases as he jabs his thumb in the direction of the counter. Flustered, you quickly let go and look away. He bites back an amused smile, setting the spray bottle filled with vinegar back on the counter before he begins to look through the drawers. Your eyes automatically look his way to watch his movements, wondering what he’s looking for. “You’re not going back out, are you? It— It just hurts a lot, I’m afraid something might happen to me if no one’s around.” You ramble, cringing at your own obvious lies.
Satoru snorts gently, picking up a tube of cream and smacks it lightly against his hand as he makes his way back to the stool, ever so casually. “Now after hearing that, I can’t dare leave the princess all alone, even though there are lifeguards on the other side of the curtain, can I?” He sits back down, rolling close enough to stretch out his arms until both of his hands are on either side of you, trapping you within. You couldn’t even look him in the eye; finding that his piercing blue orbs are impossible to not drown in. “I wasn’t planning to leave, it’s near the end of my shift. I’ll stay with you.” Satoru reassures, playfully tapping the tube of cream against your thigh, his gaze obvious and hot against your figure. “How’s the leg?” He asks.
You slide your leg out of the bucket of water and look down. It’s not stinging as much and you can see the bumpy lines of where the tentacles touched you. “It doesn’t hurt as much.” You say and Satoru reaches over to grab a towel, placing it across his lap and pats it. You couldn’t help but smile before lifting your leg until you rested it against him. Carefully, he pats your leg dry before grabbing the tube of cream. “This will help further. May I?” He asks, already squirting the cream onto the tips of his long fingers, confident to hear you give permission. Although fixated on the length of his fingers, you manage to nod your head and he smears it gently across the inflamed area. He’s careful as he massages it in with his fingers and you continue to watch, feeling a little breathless. Even the numbing pain that is starting to subside couldn’t distract you from focusing on the gorgeous lifeguard.
Satoru tilts his head down to prevent you from seeing his amused smirk as his ears manage to pick up the softest whine that escapes you from his touch. He’s a little selfish in the fact that his other hand joins in to tenderly massage your leg. If anyone asks why he’s taking so long; it really is for your benefit. He does care that you got stung, after all. It’s not pleasant. “Are you going home after this? If not, it might be best to bandage it just to keep it covered for now.” Satoru says, wiping his hands dry against the sides of his red shorts. You pause when you hear the question. All of your belongings are still back with your friends and they probably expect you to return before going home at least but… something else was on your mind.
You bite down on your lip, courage flowing through your veins as your foot on his lap presses down against his toned thigh, daringly close to a particularly sensitive area for a man. You watch as a white eyebrow arches and he peeks at you beneath his circular shades. “When exactly does your shift end?” You ask quietly, glancing towards the closed curtain. Satoru sighs out softly, closing his eyes for a moment as he focuses on the pressure of your foot. You’re not going straight home, it seems. He tugs his phone out to inspect the time, leaning over to hastily snatch up the roll of bandages before tucking his phone away. “In about ten. Why? Do you want me all to yourself?” He teases, thumb pressing the bandage against your leg to hold it in place as he begins to wind it around, eyes never leaving your face.
“Surely there are some secluded areas on the beach that you work on. That must be pretty and fun to be alone with a girl..” You say, unable to stop the sheepish giggle from escaping your lips. Since when could you be so bold? He ties a firm knot before nudging your foot off of his lap to roll his stool closer. He’s tall enough even when he’s sitting and you are on a higher surface, that he’s face to face with you. The lifeguard is so close that you can feel his warm breath fan against your lips. Fuck. You clench your thighs together as best as you can without being so obvious. You should have worn black if you knew there would be a ridiculously hot lifeguard on the scene because you just know there’s a damp patch forming on the bright red fabric of your bikini.
“I can think of a few areas, perhaps. Promise me that you’ll be all mine as I show you around? I mean, if someone disturbs us… I won’t be stopping.” He warns, voice deep and smooth. The words send shivers up your spine and you lean in to playfully bump your nose against his. “Wouldn’t want you to stop, Satoru. I mean, it’s the least I can do for the lifeguard who saved me from a jellyfish sting.” You tease sweetly, fingers ghosting along his toned bicep. He curses beneath his breath, bending down until his forehead meets your bare shoulder. He’s impatient. If it was up to him, the white-haired male would already be bending you over the edge of the medical bed and fucking you in front of his co-workers. Still, it will be exciting to have some fun on a beach where anyone could walk by.
“Such an honour to treat the princess. Now, to waste time—“ He pauses, pulling away as he stands up and walks out from behind the curtain. You automatically pout at him leaving you, gripping the edge of the bed as you wait. Satoru snatches the large bottle of sunscreen from the front of Nanami and Choso, offering a wide grin. Nanami holds his hand up to stop Satoru from speaking. “I don’t want to know.” Nanami says before crossing his arms and continuing to watch. The white-haired male rolls his eyes, grumbling to himself before he returns to you from behind the curtain and sighs. “Do me a favour? I can’t reach anywhere.” Satoru says, placing the sunscreen next to you and you couldn’t help but grin a little. He’s too cute in a way.
You jump to your feet with eagerness, ignoring the dull ache that lingers beneath the bandage and squirt a generous amount of the white liquid into the palm of your hand, oblivious to Satoru’s intense gaze. He’s staring at you, eyes clouded with a mixture of endearment and hot desire. Satoru isn’t feeling attached. Not like that. At least, not yet. Surely any guy would find it difficult to not be endeared by your cute actions, especially when you seem so eager to please him with such a simple task. You grimace a little as it threatens to drip over the side of your hand and approach the tall male, offering him a sickly sweet smile. “Come here, please.” You say and you both meet each other in the middle of the small medic area, chest to chest.
With cheeks feeling hot, you step back slightly before slapping your hand against his firm chest and he grunts a little, lips parting to tease you about not being sexy enough; only to choke on his own saliva. His piercing blue eyes are intense with the gaze, staring down at both of your hands that are now against his toned chest and starting to smear the sunscreen, nice and slow. Your hands seem so much smaller compared to his and just that alone enough is driving his mind wild from the size difference; filthy images of you being practically bent in half before him. Flexible or not, Satoru knows he’d manhandle you into the position he craves.
You could feel his chest rising and falling beneath your hands, biting down on your lip as you began to allow your hands to explore further south, fingers tracing along the beautifully defined muscle lines of his abdomen. You could feel how rock solid and hot he feels from living beneath the sun as a career, hands eager to rub in the sunscreen. You wouldn’t want him to get burned by the sun after all. What kind of princess would let their ‘hero’ suffer like that? No. It’s your job to please him in every way possible, just like you want to. Your fingertips trace along the v-line that travels further down and to an area you shouldn’t reach. Except, you dip your fingers just beneath the elastic and look up into his blue eyes.
“I just have a feeling your upper thighs might get exposed to the sunlight later. Best to be careful. Right?” You hum, tilting your head slightly as you spread the last of the sunscreen along his upper thighs, daring to glide close to the middle but, not far enough. Satoru merely grunts in response, eyes now looking upwards and you could practically see him beg himself to stay in control and not snap. It’s so hard to do that. Another hard thing happens to be his cock. He can feel himself hardening as you tease him further, length straining against the already tight boardshorts. You look down, lips parting in awe to see the outline of how thick and long he is. Is that even humanly possible? You’ve been with guys before but, they were never built like this.
In silent admiration over his giant length straining, your nails graze along the top of his thighs before you slip your hands out. You inspect the upper body area to see the light glisten of sunscreen before you pump some more into your hands and carefully, lower yourself onto your knees. The curtain isn’t long enough that it reaches the floor. If Satoru’s lifeguards look back for even a second, they’d be able to see the glimpse of you kneeling on the ground, looking like you’re doing something so sinful behind the curtains. Satoru notices it instantly and that alone is enough to cause him to sigh heavily and drag his fingers through his white hair. “Y/N, cheeky little girl..” He breathes out as you begin to rub the sunscreen into his legs. You look up to see his crystal blue eyes admiring the sight of you kneeling before him and you merely smile in response.
“I want to cover every inch of you so you’re safe from the sun, that’s all. Although… I won’t smother your cock in sunscreen. I’ll protect that part of you with my, hm.. mouth? Pussy? The sun won’t get you there.” You say soft enough for only Satoru to hear and his hand now travels to cover his mouth in almost disbelief from your filthy words. He’d even say he was close to feeling flustered for the first time in his life; never expecting the timid girl who insisted she’d be okay to suddenly have skyrocketing confidence that only riles him up further. He looks at the time of his watch and curses. You really are taking your sweet time to caress every part of his body and teasing him with scratches from your nails and gentle squeezes. He needs to get you out of here.
“Sweetheart, with all due respect— Please hurry up so I can fucking get you out of here.” Satoru says, fingers gliding through your hair to grip on, pulling nice and slow so you could feel the tugging pain on each strand. Fuck. The aching pain floods you with excitement and desperation to obey his words and so you hastily get to your feet, leaning up on your toes to ghost your lips across his. A near kiss. “Sorry, I just love to worship.” You say, giggling as he leans forward to try and complete the kiss. He rolls his eyes, though the corners of his lips twitch and he turns around. With haste, you squirt the last amount of sunscreen to lather across his broad back, admiring his wide shoulders and the movements of his muscles as you rub in the white liquid down along the length of his body before pulling away. “All done! How did I do?” You ask, grinning.
He turns around, almost melting at the sight of you and takes hold of your smaller hand with his much bigger one. “Perfect— My good girl. Please tell me you’re still good to go protection-wise.” He says, eager to leave. You couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t long ago when you applied sunscreen and so with your free hand, you give him the thumbs up. The lifeguard sighs with relief before he begins to pull you out from behind the curtain, reaching for his backpack with his spare hand to swing over his shoulder. “Alright, I’m off to fuck— I mean off the clock and going home.” Satoru jokes and you feel yourself flush with heat. Even knowing this man for just over an hour and you’re not really surprised by his crude behaviour with his co-workers. Still, it leaves you flustered. Satoru merely grins at his co-workers who roll their eyes before he pulls you out of the open doorway, nudging his sandals close to your feet. Your heart flutters and you slide your feet into them, noticing how big they are on your feet.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” You whine softly and Satoru guides you down the steps carefully, not wanting you to trip over. He simply chuckles, shoulders shrugging. “Not ashamed and I’m a proud man when I get what I want.” Satoru says, feet meeting the sand. You playfully bump your head against his shoulder, fingers lacing with his. “What about your feet? Aren’t they hot?” You ask with a small pout and instantly, Satoru’s heart clenches at the sight. “Used to it and would prefer your feet protected— Come on, my dick is dying.” He says, gently tugging you along. You would have scolded him for his bluntness if it wasn’t holding some truth for yourself. You, yourself, felt like you were dying from not already being stuffed full of his throbbing length as he pounds into oblivion, claiming you on the beach that you’re sharing with hundreds of others.
Satoru is eagerly pulling you along the beach, glancing every so often to make sure you’re not struggling; whether with his large shoes or the jellyfish sting but, it seems you were just as eager for the crowd to start thinning out as you walk horizontally along with the ocean. Both of your hearts are pounding with excitement, too deep in focus to hold a conversation. That can happen later. You’re still facing a bit of disbelief. How can a ridiculously attractive man, who basically pours out godly energy; want you? After just an hour or so. It’s dangerous realistically speaking and yet, you’re desperate to have him. To please the lifeguard with your own two hands and mouth. Even more.
Satoru continues to drag you along, shades covering his eyes as he glances across the beach. You’ve both been walking for so long now that it’s not part of the popular tourist spot on the beach. People rarely come down this way because he and other lifeguards express that the waters can become dangerous and it’s preferred to situate yourselves within the flags. It’s been about five minutes since he saw the last person lounging on the sand and frankly, he’s had enough. Why walk a further ten minutes just to be extra careful? No one’s around. Even if someone did appear, it’s not going to stop him from touching you. Truth be told, Satoru loves the thrill of being caught and showing off what belongs to him. Even if only temporary.
He finally comes to a stop and you’re panting softly; a mixture of excitement and tiredness from walking beneath the hot sun that is only just now beginning to set. Slowly. White strands of hair fall over his eyes as he looks down at you, unable to stop himself from cooing at the cute sight of you clinging onto his hand, looking like a lost little lamb for the taking. “Sweet girl, I think this is far enough. Here—“ He pauses, tightening his hold on you as he moves up towards the tall cliffs that provide shade. You feel like your cheeks doubled in heat from his words, following him until he suddenly twirls you around and you stumble towards the face of the cliff.
His large hand presses against your lower back, preventing you from making a rough impact on the rock surface. It’s rather smoothed out, not too painful to lean your back against and you look up at him. His free hand presses against the cliff beside your face, easily towering above you. He pushes the sunglasses up until they sit comfortably on top of his head, strands of hair pushed back to expose his forehead. Already, loose strands begin to fall back down, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is you. He drops his backpack to the side. “The ocean years ago used to reach up to the cliff, slowly washed away the roughness. Perfect to pin you up against, don’t you think?” Satoru says, deep voice sounding almost like magic with the gentle waves in the background.
Your heart is hammering, feeling the slightly jagged rocks against your bare back, but he’s right. It’s the only perfect surface in such an outdoor space. Frankly, you don’t care. You don’t even care anymore about being out in the open. You were nervous before, but all you see is Satoru. Your fingers ghost up along his bare arms before you snake your arms around his neck, leaning up onto the tip of your toes. He bends down so his lips are over yours. “Hurry up and fuck me.” You whisper, soon feeling his soft tiers crashing against yours. Satoru with patience completely out the window; kisses you with fierce passion. He feels fucking starved when it comes to you. The lifeguard noticed you and your friends the moment you set up beneath the umbrella and he struggled to do his job when he was just watching you so intently. Finding every little thing about you to be sweet and cute. Irresistible, even. First time meeting, who the fuck cares. He’s going to have you.
You feel breathless already as he devours you with such ease. Satoru’s lips move slowly against yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and you whimper softly, one hand coming to rest against his bare chest. His skin felt so hot despite being in the shade and you could feel his heart racing. It’s somewhat comforting to know that his heart races with excitement like yours. You gasp softly as his tongue glides smoothly across your bottom lip. “Open wide, princess.” He mumbles into the kiss and as you oblige so quickly, his tongue slides into your wet cavern, eager to explore every inch of it, pressing your body against the cliff face as his own much bigger form pins you against it. Needy whines are muffled by his lips as his tongue teasingly rubs against yours. Satoru slides his large hand down the length of your back before boldly cupping your ass cheek to give a harsh squeeze.
“Ah, ‘toru..” You pant out softly, feeling both of his hands now groping your bare ass cheeks, fingertips pressing so deeply into your flesh that you feel a sweet ache. The flimsy fabric of your bikini bottom rides between your cheeks as he fondles roughly, saliva smearing across your cheek as his lips leave yours to kiss along your jaw, panting softly. “Could see your ass a mile away before, found it so fucking cute. Knew I wanted you then.” He groans softly against your ear, coaxing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter wildly and prompt you to dig your nails gently into his skin. You can feel his tongue dancing across your warm flesh, teeth nibbling before he bites down harshly on the side of your neck, sucking firmly.
You whimper from the dull throb that spreads from the spot and Satoru presses a kiss to the abused area before he pulls back to gaze down at you, eyes swirling with deep lust. “Satoru, please... You’re making me feel so—“ You bite down on your lip and look to the side, somewhat flustered. He merely smirks, cupping the side of your neck and leans to the other side to give his sweet attention. “What is it, pretty girl? Needy? Fucking wet for me? Shall I see for myself?” He says, one hand toying with the tied-up bow. One tug and it’d slip down. His teasing almost frustrates you, already wishing to feel more as his lips scatter kisses across your neck and down to the valley of your breasts. The bikini top did a pathetic job of covering your boobs.
“You’re such a tease.” You exhale softly, glancing at your surroundings. No one is around, still. He grins playfully at your words, one hand lifting from your behind for only a moment before he smacks your cheek firmly, causing you to yelp and press up against him. You feel the sweet sting spread across your ass cheek that jiggles from impact and he swats again before the tingle. Again and again, Satoru spanks your ass, alternating cheeks until he grips the throbbing flesh and drags his nails harshly along the burning skin. You’re whimpering against his chest, hopelessly holding onto him as he lands each spank with such precision, breasts pressing against him. “Fucking delicious.” He sighs out heavily, feeling the heat from the harsh spanks radiate off of your skin.
You’re biting down on your lip harshly as if that could stop the lewd sounds that slip from your lips as his palms soothingly massage the painful sting. With tears already in your eyes, you discovered how much you love pain to be inflicted on you by his hands alone. It sent waves down to your very core. “Sadist..” You mumble playfully as your hand snakes down his abdomen until your fingers once more dip beneath the elastic of his shorts. “Maybe I am, I don’t see you having a problem with it.” He whispers against your ear, hands pausing against your behind. “Baby~. We’re all alone. Stop being so sneaky. Just say you want to see how big I am.” He says smugly and you would have rolled your eyes if his words didn’t hold the truth.
You look down between you both as Satoru’s long fingers hook beneath his boardshorts, tugging them down to the middle of his thighs and your jaw drops at the sight of his hardened cock springing out from the tight confinements of his shorts, throbbing deliciously before your very eyes. He’s big. Beyond big. Long in length and the girth is so thick, you wonder if it’d even fit comfortably inside. Your gaze fixates on the protruding veins that line up along his length, saliva threatening to dribble out at the glorious sight of his dick. No wonder he’s so cocky. “You’re so hot—“ You blurt out before cupping the back of his neck to pull him down for another feverish kiss, your other hand coming down towards his exposed length. He’s all smug as he responds to the kiss, heart swelling with pride and lips curled to form a smile against your lips. He’s a sucker for praise. Satoru couldn’t deny that.
He grunts in response as your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, the tips barely able to touch together. It feels so warm and heavy against your palm and you couldn’t help but think it’s somewhat comforting in a way, as you begin to stroke nice and slowly. Satoru moves to hunch over but your hand presses against his shoulder for the moment, bending low enough so you could dribble out saliva until it drips down onto your stroking hand and Satoru’s hand comes up to tug on his own hair, knocking his sunglasses off his head. He didn’t care. All he could focus on was the snug tightness of your hand as it smears the saliva across each inch of his cock. “So thick..” You whisper and he can barely catch your words as the waves crash against the shore behind him, feeling completely wrapped up in the pleasure that pulses through him as you continue to pump your fist, not daring to relent in the steady pace you set.
You couldn’t help but bite back a giddy smile at the sight of the lifeguard already completely blissed out, using your thumb to drag along the leaking tip, trailing the pre-cum along the side of his length. Your wrist flicks gently with each movement, fingertips gliding across his balls teasingly each time your hand reaches the base. He’s panting heavily against your ear, his large hands soothingly rubbing along your signs, occasionally toying with the strings of your bikini. “You’re already feeling so good just from my hand, Satoru… Just imagine what it’d be like with my needy cunt. Mouth, too.” You give the base of his throbbing cock a squeeze as your lips brush against his, making them glisten with saliva before you start to lower yourself onto your knees before the tall lifeguard, long lashes fluttering as you gaze up at him.
His eyes appear even more alive, almost manic as he grins at the sight of you on your knees. You feel them sink into the sand as you lean to happily press your face against the underside of his cock. “Fucking hell..” Satoru mumbles in awe at the heavenly sight of his twitching cock resting against your face. “Bigger than my face, I bet you’re not surprised.” You mumble, lips rubbing gently against his length before you press your tongue flat against it and travel upwards, dragging it along the protruding vein before you reach his leaking tip. His eyes glaze over with the pleasure that washes over him, barely able to focus as your tongue playfully laps at the head of his length, gathering the pre-cum to happily swallow before your wet muscle swirls around the bulbous tip. He tastes so fucking good already, weighing heavy against your tongue alone.
You feel his long fingers gently grip your hair as you continue to just tease, licking along the sides so eagerly as if his cock was your own personal ice cream, pressing sloppy kisses as your hand squeezes the base. “Y/N.” He warns with his grip tightening on your hair, prompting you to whimper. Quickly, you obey his silent order. You wouldn’t dare defy the white-haired lifeguard. No matter how greedy he becomes, you’d give all of yourself to him. Your glistening lips wrap around the bulbous tip, gently suckling on it. It’s hard to smile at the sound of his pleased sigh, watching as he tilts his head back. You didn’t dare look away, sliding your mouth up and down the first few inches of his thick cock, already finding your jaw aching slightly from how wide you had to keep your mouth open.
Satoru is already blissed out. To think that he thought today would be any other day of typical lifeguard duties. Truth be told, he thought he’d have to deal with lost children or carrying citizens on his board to the safety of the shore. He definitely did not expect to watch you for most of his shift and have his mind pump full of filthy fantasies. What’s even more surprising is the mutual attraction and how neither of you cared to do the typical waiting until touching each other. You both yearned for one another since eye contact. Good for him, he thinks. Satoru thinks he deserves a pretty girl on her knees, sucking his big cock. What he couldn’t wait for is to have his own mouth between your legs, desperate to taste you. Satoru is— Well. A lover of eating out, let’s just say.
“Fuuuuck, princess—“ He grunts out as you continue to bob your mouth at a steady pace, the obnoxious slurping up the saliva that threatens to spill not being covered by the waves of the ocean. The day was starting to calm down weather-wise, ready to embrace the evening. You whine, prompting gentle vibrations along his cock and a string of curses to leave his swollen lips, gaze darkening as he looks down at you. You manage to take another inch or two as you slide your lips further down, stretching around the girth. The tip brushed against the back of your throat and you automatically gag, muffled by his throbbing length. “Good girl, look at you. Taking my cock so fucking well.” Satoru pants and with a brief warning by pulling on your hair, he presses firmly against the back of your head. “Take it.” He orders, voice low and breathless.
Your eyes widen as you feel the pressure against the back of your head and you’re unable to reject it from how strong he’s pushing. Not that you even wanted to. You’re an absolute whore when it comes to pleasing the lifeguard. Already, wrapped around his little finger and ready to do as he says. You feel his length slide along your inner cheeks, keeping your jaw as relaxed as you can as he pushes in until the tip of his length pushes past the point of gagging and your throat completely sheaths his cock, leaving the sight of your throat bulging for no one to see but Satoru.
You’re desperately swallowing around his thick cock, drool seeping out from the corners of your lips as you look up at him. You have to breathe heavily through your nose just to have access to oxygen. Satoru closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the pretty sounds of you choking on his cock as the insides of your mouth and throat keep his length feeling snug and warm; his length is surrounded with pleasure that surges up through him. He glances down at you and smirks. You look rather pathetic in an adorable way, squirming against the sand, eyes wide and pretty tears threatening to spill from the rough deep-throating.
Feeling playful, Satoru uses his free hand to pinch your nose, blocking the only access you had for breathing. Your face scrunches up a little, whimpering moans muffled by his length still stuffed down your throat. “You look so cute, princess. Struggling to get air. Shall I give you CPR?” He jokes, tightening his pinch and your head begins to throb from the lack of oxygen you so eagerly need. He’s not a complete asshole, nor entirely selfish and so, he lets go of your nose and begins to guide your mouth along his cock. You inhale deeply through your nose when you have the chance, feeling so light-headed as oxygen rushes back. “Just a bit longer.” He grunts out as his closed fist on your hair moves so your mouth slides up and down his length, faster than your pace before.
Helplessly, your hands grip his toned thighs, just above the signature red shorts as your lips stay stretched around his length, heart racing with joy to be used like this by the lifeguard. The white-haired male makes sure you take every inch until you’re at the base of his cock, the nose often momentarily pressing against his lower stomach. “Just like that, fuck— So good..” He pants, his throbbing cock enjoying the wet pleasure of your mouth, tongue rubbing along the underside. His stomach begins to feel hot and tight, the urge to climax growing and so, refusing to let himself cum before you do; he slides your mouth off completely until there’s an audible pop, followed by a sharp gasp as you breathe in the generous amount of air that was briefly stolen from you.
You break the string of saliva that connected your lips to his cock as you pant heavily, unable to stop your lips from forming a wide grin at the sight of him, giddy that you got to please him so well with just your mouth. “You like it rough, huh?” You manage to rasp out and Satoru lets out a sheepish chuckle, his hand coming down to pet you on the head, hand stroking along your hair. “Honestly, Y/N. I think I’m going to enjoy any kind of way when it’s you. Rough or gentle. Now, c’mere.” He says, taking hold of your hand to tug you up with ease.
You stumble forward, feet sinking in the soft sand and the white-haired lifeguard gently takes hold of your arms to stabilise you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. Completely different to how he treated you when your lips were wrapped around his length. Maybe he’s eager to show you that he does have both sides and it makes your heart feel like it’s swimming in shimmering gold. He’s perfect, you couldn’t help but think. You smile against his lips and he’s holding you so tight against him that you feel his cock cushioning between your bodies and your breasts pressing against his chest. He reluctantly pulls away, gaze clouded as he looks down at you. “My turn. I’ve been waiting for this. Especially when I first saw you in your cute bikini..” He trails off, hands snaking up to tease the fabric that barely covers your chest. “So cute..” He murmurs before tugging until the triangle fabric is pulled away and your breasts spill out, free from the flimsy confinement.
“Oh shit.” He blurts out in awe at the sight of your breasts as his large hands come up to cup the squishy flesh and give a gentle squeeze. You feel flustered and look away as a soft whimper escapes from feeling his touch, your face feeling hot. “I love your boobs, so damn pretty..” He murmurs, looking like he’s in some sort of wonderland just from being able to massage your breasts, nice and slow. His thumbs tease your hardened buds, grinning at the sound of your needy whines. You tilt your head up to look at the face of the cliff, briefly wondering how a man’s touch to your breasts could already leave you feeling a sweet daze. Satoru pinches the hardened buds, giving a teasing tug before he leans forward to kiss along your neck, staying bent over you as he does so. His body is close enough for his twitching cock to still stay pressed against you and your wrap your arms around his form to cling onto him for the moment.
“I only met you like two hours ago and I’m already this addicted to you..” You confess through a whisper and if only you knew how the words just boost his ego up high, smiling smugly against your neck. “Mm, maybe we’re just a perfect match. I can feed your addiction and you can feed mine.” Satoru says, tongue trailing down the valley of your breasts. You smile at his words and look off to see— Oh god. A couple is walking along the beach. “S-Satoru! People are approaching.” You squeak out, almost horrified if it wasn’t for the excitement of being caught flooding through you. What would Satoru do? Would he not be ashamed and keep touching you?
“Don’t care.” He mutters, hands pressing your breasts together as he presses sloppy kisses to the soft mounds before he pulls away with an annoyed sigh. “Come here, baby.” The lifeguard says as he glances down at his exposed cock that continues to throb before towards the couple that doesn’t appear like dots in the distance anymore. “Usually I’d shamelessly give them a show but you’re all mine for the evening.” He huffs childishly before his arms suddenly wrap around your head to pull you in. His bigger form presses you up against the cliff face, one hand on the back of your head to act as a cushion. Your eyes widen at the sudden action, almost going cross-eyed as you stare at his muscular chest. Satoru tugs his board shorts up to cover his ass as he keeps you in a tight embrace.
The couple slowly walk along the beach, enjoying the cool breeze and warm sun. They notice the pair of you hiding in the shade of the cliff, looking curiously. Satoru exaggerates a kiss to the top of your head and his hand soothingly rubbing along your back. “Baby, there there. No need to cry. I swear I didn’t take the girl’s number. Not a single one offered to me. You’re the only one I want to date. The only one I want to cherish.” He says, loud enough for the curious couple to hear and they look at you two with smiles, pleased to see another couple being all lovey-dovey. “He must be a lifeguard— Oh how sweet, such a green flag for comforting his girlfriend.” The girl says and the boyfriend merely nods, dragging her along the sand.
You know he’s just pretending and yet, you do find your heart melting a little at the idea of being comforted by Satoru during difficult times. You actually wonder what he’d be like as a genuine partner. You briefly nuzzle your face against his warm chest and fake out loud sobs to fit the act of an upset girlfriend, tightening your arms around him. Satoru continues to watch before he finally loosens his hold. “Good girl, played your part well. For that, I must reward you.” He says lightheartedly and you giggle softly at his words, heart racing from the thrill of nearly being caught. How exhilarating. His lips twist into a smirk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, whispering. “My turn.”
Your back rests lightly against the cliff as you watch out of curiosity as Satoru drops down to his knees and digs into the sand and at the height of your stomach, he presses kisses, scattering them across your soft skin. “Fucking perfect.” He mumbles, hands ghosting up your legs to toy with the strings of your bikini. At this point, he doesn’t care if the couple decides to walk back. The act is over and he’s ready to devour. No one was going to interrupt what he was really looking forward to. “Spread your legs.” He orders and you timidly shuffle your legs out so they spread slightly, biting down on your lower lip. Satoru lets out a low whistle at the sight of the large damp patch across the red fabric, extending out a finger to gently glide across the bikini, between your folds and you clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle your whimper, already sensitive by his touch.
“To think that I have such power over you, princess. So sensitive, already.” He teases, continuing to rub his finger lightly between your folds, pressing the fabric up between them. Your legs tremble a little when the fabric makes contact with your clit, whining. “Stop teasing, you know how needy I am..” You plead quietly and Satoru’s heart squeezes tight from how cute you are. Fuck. How is he ever going to deny you and frustrate you further? “Alright, since it’s our first time.” He sighs dramatically, fingers swiftly untying the bows that were sitting on your hips.
Your pussy is completely exposed, on display for anyone on the beach, but thankfully it’s just Satoru. He hastily tucks the small bit of fabric into one of his pockets, eyes refusing to leave sight of your cunt that’s already starting to drip and smear your inner thighs with your own slick. One hand tries to shyly cover yourself up, flustered by his gaze. Satoru arches an eyebrow as he looks up at you with his piercing blue eyes. “And what do you think you’re doing?” His long fingers wrap around your wrist and force your hand out of the way, tongue slowly dragging along his lips. He’s eager to finally have a taste, except there’s an issue.
He’s too tall. Satoru could bend down further, maybe even lay down and just force you to sit on his face— that does sound like a hot idea, but another idea comes to mind that prompts a small grin to appear across his handsome visage. “Alright, princess. Time to trust me.” He says simply, guiding your hand to rest on top of his head. You innocently tilt your head and look down at the lifeguard with confusion, cunt still exposed and ready for more. You could feel your hole clench with the desire to be filled to the brim. Still, you know better already and that’s to not rush Satoru. Your fingers slide through his silky white hair, heart racing with anticipation as his strong hand now caresses down your legs, squeezing your flesh. “What are you doing…” You ask shyly, watching as he moves your leg over his bare shoulder.
“Use your other hand against the cliff.” He simply replies and despite being puzzled, you raise your free hand above until it presses against the cliff, gripping onto one of the soft jagged rocks. Oh— Oh! Your eyes widen with a mixture of horror and amazement as Satoru swiftly lifts your other leg to rest over his shoulder and he begins to move up, slow and careful as you feel yourself rise to a height you’ve never been at until you find yourself pressed against the cliff, legs over the lifeguard’s shoulders and his strength is forceful enough to keep you positioned comfortably above him.
Satoru now has you in a spot that he deems perfect; face directly in front of your sopping-wet womanhood. You’re in a higher position now, completely stunned by his idea to hold you on his shoulders. His arms wrap around the area of your thighs that aren’t over his shoulders to help keep you stable against the cliff face, nails digging into the flesh. He glances up at you and chuckles at how flustered you look. “Relax, I’m strong. You have two heavenly sights to look at now. The ocean and me.” Satoru says, breath fanning against your pussy and you bring your hand that was pressing against the cliff to his head, both now gripping onto his hair. You trust the lifeguard enough to know that he wouldn’t drop you, nor press you too roughly against the face of the cliff. The perfect balance.
His crystal blue eyes stay fixated, almost going cross-eyed from how close your cunt is to his face and he swears he could start to feel the threat of saliva wanting to dribble out. Your womanhood is even more irresistible up close. Instead, he shifts his hand closer to your womanhood, arm still wrapped snug around your thigh and slides his fingers along your folds before parting them, glancing up at you as your legs quiver against his broad shoulders. “So sensitive.” He mocks lightly, gathering the saliva that gathered in his mouth before he spits directly against your clit, grinning at the sight of his own glob of saliva dribbling down between your slick-covered folds. You tighten your grip on his hair and whimper his name softly. You’ve never met a man so eager to eat you out. Hell, a man who just seems to want to take his time. Even out in the open, with absolutely anyone to walk by and the wind bringing the scent of the ocean towards you both. This lifeguard is definitely something and whatever that ‘something’ is; you want it all to yourself.
Satoru watches with interest as the glob of saliva continues to dribble downwards before he decides to dive his face forward and drag his tongue flat and slow across your pussy, flicking the tip against your throbbing clit. He merely laughs at the sound of your surprised squeal before he repeats the action, still in his sweet teasing move and so naturally, he refuses to pick up the pace. The lifeguard happily laps up your sweet juice with a soft groan, nuzzling his face forward until his nose rubs lightly against the bundle of nerves and you could feel pleasure surging up through you, leaving you feeling hot and your nails drag along his scalp as your lips fall open in near disbelief of how good everything feels.
He manages to peek up at you, lips twisting to form an amused smirk and frankly, there’s a huge boost in his ego just from your reactions alone. The light burn of your nails scratching his scalp causes him to moan your name as his tongue covered in your slick, travels up to swirl around your clit teasingly, pressing the wet muscle against it, feeling it throb. You taste fucking perfect to him. So sweet and clearly easily aroused from how much slick your pussy seems to produce, but it didn’t stop him.
Satoru is relentless when it comes to eating you out. His face stays pressed firmly between your quivering thighs, the tip of his tongue flicking and swirling around your clit before he leans in to press sloppy kisses to the sensitive area. You feel hot in the face just from the obnoxious slurping sounds but his firm hold on your thighs prevents you from closing them. You sit there, body trembling and muscles tensing as you take it all in. “Ah— ‘Toru, feels so—“ Your own words were cut off by a whine as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and he presses in, pressing a kiss to your clit before his tongue slides along your folds. He continues to balance you on his shoulders, using one arm to hoist you up a little so his tongue can make contact with your entrance, chuckling at the sound of your breathless moans spilling out of your lips.
“You taste so good. Best I’ve ever tasted, princess. How am I to not have you whenever I want? Doesn’t seem fair to me.” Satoru says, tongue clicking in feigning disappointment before he prods along your tight entrance. This time, he allows your thighs to clench to the sides of his face as you whimper. “Have me whenever you want.” You slur out, body feeling so tingly and hot as his tongue prods gently against your entrance. It’s hot to witness you fall apart just from his mouth and leaves his heart pumping with excitement at the thought of you falling apart when he finally gives you what you both desperately crave; his cock. Still, Satoru is a fan of riling you up and taking his sweet time. Even with his cock aching in pain from still being hard with no pleasant contact of your mouth like before.
The lower half of his face is dripping with your mess, unwrapping one of his arms slow and cautious from around your thigh and tightening his hold on the other. You whine in question and he only gently shushes you, hand creeping up in front of his body before the long fingers meet your pussy properly this time. If it wasn’t Satoru that you already find that you deeply trust; you just know you’d throw a fit if some other tried to lift you up and keep you in this rather dangerous position. With a glimmer of concern, all you had to do was look at his ridiculously hot muscles to know that he was not going to drop you any time soon. His fingers keep your slick-covered folds spread wide, briefly flashing you a grin with your juices dripping from his face before he moves in to caress your hole.
You strangle on a moan as you feel the wet muscle push past your entrance, slowly licking on just the inside of your tight heat, tongue rubbing against your warm velvety walls that clench around it. With this angle, Satoru’s nose nudges against your clit as he moves his head forward to lick nice and slow within you. It’s impossible to not squirm with how sensitive you are; bare back rubbing cautiously against the face of the cliff and feeling his hold on you tightening in warning to not move so much. “It’s hard... You make me feel so hot and tingly.” You whine your complaint and Satoru merely snorts against your cunt as his tongue teasingly pumps in and out and despite having a very long tongue, he could only reach so far.
Your clouded gaze briefly scans the sand of the beach to see not a single person in sight as the white-haired lifeguard continues his teasing in an unforgiving manner. No rest to your needy pussy that continues to drip mess on his eager face. “So fucking sweet..” He sighs out happily, tongue once more dragging up between your folds to meet your clit. You unintentionally tighten your thighs around the sides of his face as you now realise his fingers crept up to caress along your quivering hole, panting softly. “Please..” You mumble, already craving so much more than his pretty fingers inside of you. It’s as if he could read your mind because he merely shakes his head, the tips of his hair tickling your inner thighs.
“Princess, I don’t care if we’re in public or how needy you get. I’m still going to take my time.” He says, words muffled against your cunt and despite feeling so floaty already from the pleasure that washes over you as if you’re in the ocean; you still have enough focus to roll your eyes and have your swollen lips form a small pout. “Bit selfish, don’t you think?” You huff out your retaliation and are swiftly met with a firm slap to your thigh, prompting a surprised yelp as the stinging sensation spreads across your skin. Your hand comes up to pitifully try to hide the sound as you look down at the lifeguard between your legs. “Yeah, and? Doesn’t look like you have a problem with my selfishness. Especially when I..” He trails off, deciding on a little bit of no mercy as he presses the tips of his two digits against your tight entrance before with little force, he slides them right in.
Completely and easily with how aroused you really are. Your pussy has been practically drenched since the first kiss and so his long fingers are lovingly greeted with the velvety warmth of your walls squeezing tight around the new invasion. They reached further than just the tip of his tongue. You could feel how long they are as he begins to slowly set a pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of your tightness, pressing sweet kisses to your clit that continues to pulsate from the contact. Whimpering moans easily spill from your parted lips, head tilting back against the cliff face as you succumb to the absolute bliss you feel rush through you.
Satoru’s head tilts up as well to admire the pretty sight of your chest rising and falling from your needy pants and your face scrunching up as he angles his fingers with each thrust until you gasp sharply and weakly grip his hair. “Bingo.” He jokes lightly, tongue continuing to swirl and flick against the sensitive bud as he slowly grinds his fingers deep inside and against the sweet spot. The wet sounds of your pussy only encourage him to pick up the pace of his fingering. Your inner walls squeeze tightly around his long digits, eyebrows furrowing in almost disbelief as you feel his fingers slowly stretch you out as they continue rubbing against the sweet spot.
Fuck, it all just feels so good. Every time you feel that hot flush of pleasure racing through you, you can’t stop your toes from curling and crying out for the lifeguard. The white-haired male thinks it’s a miracle that he’s able to even last this long before stuffing your tight cunt full of his thick cock. Especially after a brief taste of pleasure when your pretty lips were wrapped around him but, maybe it’s because he’s discovered just how fun it really is to tease you. To have your legs over his shoulders and trust his strength to hold you up against the cliff, the sun slowly setting behind him as his mouth devours you completely, fingers causing sweet squelching sounds as he pumps them inside of your tightness. It’s all too good in his eyes. Even before using his cock, Satoru knows he’s going to struggle if he doesn’t get his daily fix of you now. Hopefully, you’ll agree to see more of him. Besides, pleasure aside? He thinks you’re pretty cute.
“Satoru— Best lifeguard in existence, ah… Please? Wan’ more.” You plead breathlessly as you feel his third finger tease around the rim of your stretched entrance. Fingering feels good. It leaves you all warm and tingly but, you want more. Need it. You need his— You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the lifeguard laugh at your form of begging, pushing the two of his fingers against your tight walls slowly until you whine in response and finally, Satoru decides to give you what you want. “Alright, Miss Needy.” He says and you feel him start to cautiously guide your legs to slide off of his shoulders and your hands frantically come up to grip onto jagged rocks but before there was even a threat of a fall, Satoru’s strong arms wrap around your body and he lowers you to the ground, feet sinking into the warm sand and getting in between your toes.
You lean up with the intention to give him a sweet kiss but Satoru merely smirks before his hands firmly grasp your shoulders. ���Now now, princess. Kissing can come later. You’re desperate for my cock, no?” He teases lightly, pressing against your shoulders as he forcefully moves you until you find yourself stumbling. With a playful pout but an eagerness to obey, you shuffle your feet in the sand until you’re turned around, curiosity growing on just how exactly he wants you positioned. This is all up to him, after all. The one who chose such a risky spot in public. Against a cliff. You still truly couldn’t wrap your head around it but, it’s exciting. So thrilling that your heart races.
You let a soft squeak when his large hand grips the back of your neck and he suddenly pushes you down. Without even needing to tell you, your hands come up frantically to make contact with the cliff, hands pressing against the aged rocks. “Good girl, you caught on.” Satoru praises, voice low and breathless. You’re bending over, legs trembling with anticipation and all you can focus on is his overwhelming presence behind you. You don’t even need to glance his way to know he’s towering above you.
Satoru’s pearly white clench together to prevent sounds from escaping as he admires the gorgeous sight before himself and, no. It wasn’t the ocean that was behind him. Nor the sight of families having fun on the beach that he stands guard over. Not the park up in the distance or dolphins appearing amongst the waves. He’s almost numb to those sights from having to come to work daily as a lifeguard but, this? This is a sight he could never become numb to. The sight of you bent over before him, body trembling and feet shifting in the sand as you keep your pretty ass on display for him. Fuck, he could practically see your pussy dripping from where he stands and your juices smeared across your inner thighs. Just like how his lower face is still covered in the sweetness that he refuses to wipe away.
You whine softly, almost becoming frustrated from the lack of both touch and cock inside of you. Satoru merely grins at your whining, large hands caressing gently along your bare sides, toying with the strings of your top bikini. “Such a needy little thing you are..” He says, hands coming down to firmly grip your waist as he steps forward, pressing his bare cock against your ass. You could feel it throb against your ass cheek, pre-cum slowly dripping onto you before he grinds slowly to smear the few droplets across your flesh. The lifeguard grips the base of his cock before playfully slapping it against your ass and eagerly you wiggle your ass back against his throbbing length.
“Fucking hell.” He laughs, endeared by your eagerness before he finally positions his length between your dripping folds. “You do realise I don’t have a condom, right? We can stop if you want me to.” The white-haired male expresses despite the light pleasure he feels from his length dragging along between your folds, feeling your sweet slick coating his length. You feel your hole already clench around nothing as if your body is begging to be filled up. “Wan’ you in me. Now.” You huff impatiently, feet shuffling out in the sand to spread your legs further.
“Going to have to teach you manners later.” Satoru says, though pleased by your ‘subtle’ desperation and so with his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, he moves to position himself until the bulbous tip of his cock rests against your entrance. Not bothering to wait to confirm with you again, the lifeguard finally presses the tip of his length against your hole and with little force, the rim of your hole finally stretches around the head of his length and your pussy greets Satoru’s slowly sinking cock happily.
The sounds of your strained mewls lace with his deep groans as you feel his thickness slowly stretch out your inner walls and despite the amount of slickness your cunt excitedly produced, you still feel the lingering pain of being stretched out by something so big. Bigger than anything you’ve ever experienced before. Satoru feels breathless as your velvety walls clench around him, wrapping so snugly and tight around his throbbing cock as if eager to keep him inside of you, still slowly sinking in. Satoru tries to take his time pushing in to allow you to adjust but it’s as if your walls are eagerly gripping onto him, pulling him further and further.
Satoru completely bottoms out, throbbing erection completely sheathed as he pants softly, trying to contain himself as the pleasure pulses through him from feeling your inner walls squeeze around his length entirely. Your eyes are wide, barely able to focus on the details of the cliff and only on how wide he stretched your cunt out with ease. You could feel your own mess slowly dripping out despite practically being stuffed full and plugged up. The stretch hurts, stinging at first as you both try to just adjust to the new sensation. You bite back a soft whimper, head hanging forward and eyes closing tightly. Satoru soothingly rubs along your side, hoping to coax you into relaxing.
“Come on, baby. This is nothing compared to a jellyfish sting.” He says, pleased to get the reaction he wanted, which was you laughing at the silliness of his words. The lifeguard smiles behind you, red shorts down to his knees and your bikini bottoms hanging out of the pocket. Thankfully, with his touch, you find your body relaxing before him and the painful stretch dulls down until there’s not even a hint of it anymore. Truth be told, it was a pain you found yourself liking because of what it meant. The handsome lifeguard is inside of you. “Nn, move..” You mumble quietly and it’s a good thing that Satoru is so fixated on you because not even the wind along the beach could hide your words from him.
Satoru, not wanting to actually harm you; starts off slow. He slowly pulls back, his length sliding along your warm velvety walls until he pushes back in. He doesn’t go the entire way, just the first few inches but it’s enough to leave your toes curling in the sand and his name spilling from your lips in the form of a lewd moan. “How are you so tight—“ Satoru choked out, voice strained as you squeezed around his slowly thrusting length. He doesn’t dare pick up the pace, the pair of you melting into the pleasurable sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you and fuck, you swear you could feel even the details of his cock against your inner walls, thick and protruding veins.
You deliberately squeeze around him and instantly, Satoru knows what you’re silently pleading for. Crystal blue eyes widening with manic and lips forming a small grin, the lifeguard begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts, deepening them further. Your swollen lips stay parted as needy whines and moans of the lifeguard’s name escape, feeling each deep thrust that sends a surge of ecstasy through your entire body, nails grazing against the rocks. You could hear him pant softly, his cock sliding all the way out before he slams back in relentlessly, refusing to give you time to relax before he slams his thickness back inside of you.
“Fucking hell—“ He grunts out as you squeeze around him, his hand ghosting along your back before he swats your ass cheek firmly. A squeal escapes from feeling the sudden sting of pain, pushing back eagerly onto his throbbing cock. It feels beyond good to feel the way he stretches your walls out and fills you to the very brim. Truly stuffed full of his cock every time he pushes in deep. His hand reaches out to grip your hair, keeping your head tilted back. His other hand lands smack after smack against your ass, feeling your inner velvety walls squeeze around his thick cock with each impact and you whimper from the stinging pain that laces with the sweet pleasure of his thrusting cock.
Both of you nearly go still from hearing a sudden chime fill the surrounding air. Satoru’s phone is ringing. “Fuck—“ He says, hastily stuffing his hand into the pocket of his red board shorts to grab the vibrating object and check the contact, all the while his hips never stop moving. He refuses to let some call get in the way of both his pleasure and your own. Besides, it’s cute to see the way you clasp your hand over your mouth to try and muffle your sounds. He answers the call and presses it to his ear.
“Yeah, Suguru?”
His hips slam forward until his cock is entirely sheathed again and there’s the lewd sound of your juices squelching around his thickness. He’s breathless as he listens to the other voice. “Ah— Y/N from before left her bag with her friends and they’re wondering where she is?” He repeats, unable to stop himself from smirking down at your bent-over body. Your eyes widen at his words, your face feeling flushed. Fuck, you did forget your bag and that includes your phone. You whimper, his fingers tightening the grip on your hair. “She’s here with me… Do they want to talk to her? Alright, that’s fine with me.” He says, voice sounding so sickly sweet as he dangles the phone in front of you. “Go on.” He says, slowly sliding his length out of your tight cunt.
You reach with a trembling hand, heart racing with a mixture of anxiety and excitement at the thought of having to be on the phone when the lifeguard’s delicious cock pistons in and out of you; hard and fast. “H-Hello?” You manage to breathe out, desperately holding back the delighted squeal that wanted to escape as he grinds deep inside of you, prompting electrifying pleasure to course through your very being.
“Y/N? Where are you? You never came back with that lifeguard after you got stung. Are you okay?” You have to hold the phone slightly away from your ear to prevent your friends from hearing your heavy pants, feeling Satoru’s hand snake around to teasingly rub against your sensitive clit. Fuck, the sadist is having too much fun with this. “I’m— I’m okay!” You squeak in response, thighs closing in on the male’s intrusive hand. Your body is flushed with heat, swimming in the pleasure that his sliding length blesses you with. “I’ll get my bag later—“
“Tell them to give it to Suguru and he’ll leave it at the tower.”
You could barely process the words but you can definitely sense the fact that Satoru is enjoying this a bit too much. You muffle a whimper against your shoulder, eyes rolling and phone threatening to fall from your hand. “If you could ah.. nn— Leave it with Suguru? He— He’ll!! Satoru is asking Suguru to take it to the tower, I’ll get it later.” You manage to spill out between your heavy pants, voice high-pitched as you pathetically try to hide the evidence of your cunt being fucked hard. His fingers teasingly pinch your clit, watching as you tremble beneath him and he chuckles lowly, smoothing his hand just up slightly to apply pressure against your lower stomach. He could feel the way your stomach bulges slightly every time he pushes in deep and you bite back a sob, unable to contain how good it really feels to have him rapidly sliding his length in and out of your hot core.
There’s suspicious silence over the phone, quiet murmuring before your friend on the replies. “Okay, um— Hope you’re having fun, we’ll leave it with Suguru!” She says and you could hear the rushed movement of the phone being handed around and you barely managed to hold it up for Satoru to take, your head hanging forward as you whimper. He takes it with ease, despite his own body feeling like hot jelly as your heavenly walls keep a snug tight fit around his thickness. He holds the phone between his shoulder and ear, hands firmly gripping onto your waist as he slams into your cunt, causing you to cry out loudly, body pushing forward until your own cheek rests against the back of your hand that’s pathetically trying to hold you up by gripping one of the jagged rocks of the cliff.
“Mm? Oh, is it that obvious?” Satoru laughs in response to whatever Suguru is saying on the phone. At this point, you’re too much in your own world to give a damn about anything else. “Couldn’t resist such a pretty girl, you know that. Can I focus on what I’m doing now? Yeah. Uhuh. We’ll pick it up later. Thanks, Suguru.” He pauses. You feel him pausing for a moment, only his leaking tip nudged inside of you. “You’re the best, ah— I might tell you all about it later, I know you’re eager. What’s that? Bye!” Satoru practically sings his own cockiness into the phone before hanging up on his own best friend, tucking the object back into his pocket.
“Sorry about that, princess. Now, where were we?” He grunts out, trimmed nails digging into the flesh of your waist. You didn’t even need to see to know his lips were twisting to form his sinister smirk, leaning back far enough to inspect his own cock. It’s glistening with your juice, slowly dripping and fuck, it only arouses him further. You whine, wishing he’d return to fucking you properly, especially so you could forget the realisation that both his co-worker and your friends know what’s currently happening. You sucked at hiding how you were feeling, but in your defence; he was slamming into you hard enough that skin slapping against skin would have been heard through the small device.
“Fuuuuuuck me…” You plead, wiggling your hips back and managing to sink back onto an inch or two before Satoru shivers at the sweet feeling of you squeezing back around him. “You’re such a slut for my cock.” Satoru teases, feeling rather smug as tightens his grip on your waist to return to the steady pace of his thrusts, eager to pound into your tight hole. His crystal blue eyes roll at the sensation, white strands of hair falling over his eyes as his head falls forward, struggling to keep himself together. You just feel so fucking good around him.
You both are resisting the urge to reach climax, desperate to drag this out. Even as the sun begins to finally set and the sky darkens. Neither of you cared for anything but being with each other in the moment. That and how he roughly pounds into you. Not even a hint of a pause as his cock drills in and out, the lewd sounds of your juices squelching with each time his length enters you, balls slapping up against you. It’s a relief no one is taking walks like the previous couple before you are screaming for the heavens above and the white-haired lifeguard is eating it up. Even the stinging pain of his skin harshly meeting yours.
“Ah, ‘toru! Nn— Feels so—“ You cry out in ecstasy, stomach already starting to feel hot and tight with the urge of an orgasm growing more and more. You’re so blissfully fucked out that your mind couldn’t even form thoughts. Your body could only focus on the constant high, walls clenching around his length as he dragged himself out, only to push back into the brim. “Feels so good, huh?” Satoru pants out, his length throbbing harder than before. “Fuck, Y/N— in or out?” He manages to grunt out, hips stuttering as his own sensitivity begins to creep up on him. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what he meant and with a loud whimper, you tilt your head back to meet his hot gaze. deliberately squeezing around his thrusting length to send the message.
You want every drop of his cum inside of you. You didn’t care if it was rather greedy on the first time or if it made you selfish. You want him to breed you, like that’s exactly what you were made for. Besides, it’d just feel so nice to be able to feel full. The message was loud and clear despite no words actually leaving your lips and Satoru is thrilled to have permission; perhaps he was desperately hoping you’d agree because once his cock was stuffed deep inside of you, Satoru just knew that he wanted it this way and naturally, luck is always on Satoru’s side. He gets what he secretly wants.
His nails drag hot across your flesh before he snakes his arms around your trembling body, pressing his front down against your back and he embraces you rather lovingly from behind. Satoru grinds slow and deep, refusing to even pull an inch of his throbbing cock out. He wants to stay inside your tight warmth that squeezes around him. One hand travels down to slide two fingers between your folds, deciding to double the pleasure you feel by caressing your clit with the pads of his fingers, slowly rubbing in a circular motion. “Oh— Oh fuck..” You gasp sharply as his length rubs against your sweet spot and feel your sensitive clit throb beneath his touch. You couldn’t hold back any longer. Even if you want to hold out a little longer, your body refuses.
Hard waves of ecstasy crash over your body, thighs squeezing before shaking violently through the sudden, intense orgasm. You cum hard around his thrusting cock and it’s like your mind is just wiped clean of everything as your lips stay parted to let out the string of cries laced with lewd mewls of the lifeguard’s name, fingertips scraping against the rocks of the cliff face. You’re truly oblivious to how your own body reacts as you drown happily in the constant waves of pleasure that crash over your trembling body. Sweat causes strands of hair to stick to the sides of your temples, eyes rolling back and feeling the hot, sweet tingles spread across you, starting from your dripping cunt. Your hot walls clench repeatedly around his thickness as if so hungry for something. Desperate to milk out everything he’s holding back.
Satoru’s own mind short-circuits from the sudden orgasm that takes hold of you and it’s like your tight pussy is clinging, refusing for him to pull out. Even as his hands attempt to soothe you, Satoru’s hips slam forward for the final time and his own body is flushed with the searing heat of an orgasm. It’s like every fibre of his being loosens up as the bulbous tip of his cock buried deep inside of you, shoots out every sticky rope of cum, painting your inner walls white. His forehead rests against your shoulder, hot breath fanning against your skin as he pants your name out. It feels like heaven, to him. To have you wrapped around him as he pumps you full of his cum. He could feel his tense muscles finally relaxing and his length pulsating inside of you. He sighs out softly, pleasantly buzzed from experiencing the momentary high.
“Good girl..” He murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to the back of your shoulder as he continues to hold your weak body against him, hips stuttering as he slowly thrusts to aid in riding out both of your orgasms. You whimper happily, tears in your eyes from the intensity of your orgasm. Truth be told, if he wasn’t holding you up, you know you would have collapsed from weak legs. You continue to tremble gently, inner walls slowly clenching around the male’s length. It feels so damn good to be so full. Reluctantly, Satoru begins to slide his soft length out until he notices his sticky mess spilling out of your stretched hole that now squeezes around nothing. “Why..” You whine your complaint and a breathless chuckle escapes the lifeguard. “As much as I’d love the idea of staying inside of you, I can’t just keep you outside.” He reminds you, long fingers gathering up the strings of cum that dribble out, noticing that it’s already mixed with your own juices.
Fuck. Feeling daring enough, Satoru moves his long fingers towards your face. Your cheek is resting against the cliff when you notice the approach and with a quick side glance his way; you obediently wrap your lips around his digits, happily sucking off the mess. You moan softly at the saltiness laced with your own sweetness, slowly sliding your mouth up and down every bit of his fingers, slurping up the saliva that now threatens to spill. Your eyelids feel heavy from the previous orgasm and still coming down from that sweet high; you slowly blink and savour the taste that fills your mouth. Satoru gulps, completely entranced by the filthy sight of you sucking on his fingers.
“Fucking hell, you are one lewd princess.” He comments as he watches your tongue slowly drag up between his fingers, leaving behind a string of saliva as you pull away, flustered by his words. You’re still in a daze from the orgasm he practically blessed you with. You never really experienced it so intensely before. “It’d be a waste..” You mumble shyly, feeling the last of his cum smearing across your inner thighs as you rub them together. Even your clit still throbs slowly, too sensitive for any kind of touch. The lifeguard smiles, endeared by your words. “Uhuh. Well, if you ever need more. I’m happy to give it.” Satoru snorts, his hands coming up to grip your shoulders. It’s a miracle that you’re still standing and you know it’s because he’s holding you up as he guides you to turn around and face him.
You meet his piercing blue eyes, finally leaning up to get that kiss you tried to steal before. Satoru grins lightly, finding it cute that you’re still so needy despite just being fucked roughly against a cliff. He lowers himself to press a kiss to your lips, hastily tucking his cock back inside his shorts in a pitiful attempt to stop himself from getting hard. It’d hurt and he knows how irresistible you are in his eyes now. “Come on. Might as well go get your bag.” He says, pausing as he blindly tugs out your bikini bottoms that were stuffed into his pocket. With a gentle push against your shoulder, you understood that Satoru was signalling for you to briefly rely on the cliff face to hold yourself up as he lowered himself to his knees, groaning.
“Even I feel like jelly, what did you do to me?” Satoru jokes, inspecting the bottoms. Surely you tie the bows first? What do girls do with these? You bite back an amused smile at his confusion but say nothing, perhaps enjoying the sight of the usual cocky lifeguard being on his knees and looking like he needs to depend on someone. Satoru with the confidence of thinking he’s right, swiftly ties the side strings into bows and he brings it towards you. You grip his broad shoulders as you carefully step into the loops before you feel the male drag them up along your weak legs until they’re once again covering you.
“Such a gentleman. Will I get to see that side of you more?” You giggle softly, hand playfully ruffling up the male’s soft white hair before he stands up. Satoru, feeling playful, scoops your hand up with his and brings your hand up to kiss each knuckle dramatically. “Mwah. Of course, princess. Only you get such honours of this hot lifeguard taking care of you.” He says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Your heart still flutters and not wanting the already developing feelings to be obvious, you pinch his cheek.
“That’s so cute of you, Satoru. First, you save me from a jellyfish sting. Then, you fuck me. Really good. And now, you kiss my knuckles. I really am spoiled.” You sigh out dramatically, caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb and he tilts his head to press a kiss to your palm, eyes closing momentarily. “Only fair. You let me fuck you and it was really—“ He pauses, unable to think of a word and despite your hopeful gaze upon him, he merely smiles. “Stop distracting me. Bag.” He repeats, fingers adjusting your bikini top to cover you properly.
Naturally, you pout and roll your eyes from him not finishing his words, still leaning against the cliff. You watch him intently as he finds his sunglasses in the sand, tossing them into his backpack before zipping it up. “But, mister lifeguard..” You trail off, dramatically fanning yourself as your long lashes flutter. “I don’t think I can walk. You fucked me too good and my legs are weak. That and… the jellyfish sting.” You say, glancing at the part of your leg that is still bandaged up. Instantly, Satoru holds his hand up to stop you, shaking his head. “Ah, ah. Do you really think I’d let you walk at all? Who do you think I am?” He says, lips forming a playful pout.
Your cheeks start to hurt from grinning too much as you watch the lifeguard squat down low before you, hands coming back and gesturing for you to climb on. “You really do spoil me.” You giggle, feeling genuinely thankful towards Satoru because truthfully, he fucked you that good. You think your entire body is going to feel all gooey and weak for the rest of the night. You lean off the cliff, dramatically falling until your front lands against him, chest pressing against his toned back. You’re careful to not put all your weight, not that he cares and wrap your arms around his neck to cling onto him.
You couldn’t see the soft smile that graced his visage as he wrapped his arms beneath your knees and hoisted you up with ease, carrying you comfortably on his back and your legs dangle freely. Briefly, he leans forward. “Can you carry my backpack? It’s not heavy.” He says and you reach just in front of him to hook your fingers through the loop on top, holding it against his front body and he stands up. Satoru begins to walk in the direction you both originally came, taking his time. You glance towards the ocean, seeing the very last glimpse of the setting sun. You didn’t realise that it was even getting dark. You were so lost in the world of pleasure, thanks to the very same lifeguard who ‘saved’ you from a nasty sting. You tuck your head between his shoulder and neck, lips brushing lightly against his hot skin. “So, dinner and round two?” You whisper, breath ghosting along his neck. You could still feel his cum slowly leaking out. Satoru’s feet stumble in the sand, surprised by your words before his lips twist to form a grin, blue eyes becoming even more alive. With an eager nod and his arms tightening around your legs.
“Hold on, Y/N. I’m getting you out of here. Fast.”
And with those words spoken, Satoru begins to pick up the pace. You’re stunned by his high stamina, but it also leaves you feeling giddy from witnessing his excitement. You smile against his neck as you hug him tightly. You didn’t expect any of this today but, you’re already hungry for the future. You tighten your fingers on his backpack and press multiple kisses to his neck as you laugh.
“Bring it on.”
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A lot of Brazilian fans waking up to who Taylor Swift actually is and honestly? Finally.
The way she has handled not only the death of a fan but the rescheduling of her concert has been nothing short of horrendous and she deserves all the criticism she’s getting from Brazilian swifities and the general public around here. All she cares about is her brand and how things will impact her carefully built image:
- She made a point of posting an Instagram stories (so it won’t be on her feed) about the death of a fan without even mentioning the girl by name, lying about it happening before her concert when in reality the girl started succumbing to the heat when cruel summer was playing, and saying she wouldn’t talk about the girl on stage at all (probably so there wouldn’t be video recording of her talking about it).
- She waited an entire day, knowing fans were queuing under the sun to enter the venue, and when 95% of the public was already inside the stadium, to only then announce it via insta stories again that the show would be rescheduled, an hour before the show was about to start. Taylor’s team and t4f spent the entire day in “conversations” about rescheduling the concert or not and were “monitoring” the situation. As if the weather forecast wasn’t known for days ahead of the day of the concert. As if a fan hadn’t died the day prior because of the heat.
I’ll finish this post with the statement about North American fans not being able to buy tickets vs statement about Brazilian fans who spent hours and hours in line in a 42 degree sun, entered the stadium, spent absurd amounts of money on water (which was not in abundance as expected), after a fan died the day prior because of the heat:
I hope Brazilians (and people from countries outside Europe and North America) start realizing how these international stars actually treat us and stop giving these people any kind of respect, they clearly do not deserve it. Let’s celebrate our national music scene or international artists who actually give a fuck about us.
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Aug 2023, bookbinding of The Silent Isle Imbowers by Tharkuun.
I’m sooo so so pleased to finally share this! I have been actively working on this for many months and waited until Tharkuun received her copy before posting so the final result would be a surprise.
-----------About this bookbinding under the cut
This binding has been one of the more elaborate pieces I have attempted so far. This has been my first binding where I (1) made three copies of a piece at once, (2) used a modified a historical illustration, (3) collaborated directly with another artist on the decorative elements, (4) finished matching art for the cover and title page, and (5) layered paint and heat-transfer vinyl for the covers. These are also (6) the first non-tiny books I have made with this style of hinge and cover attachment.
Pretty much immediately after I first read this story I felt I had to make myself a copy of this. I had a strong mental image of a vintage-looking cover for a fairy tale, with a deceptively simple design of flowers on the cover, probably with fancy metallic accents, the kind of thing you’d find in an interesting used bookstore with no summary, no text on the back, no dust jacket, just the flowers and maybe a title. I’m going to make a separate post about making this cover design a reality because oh man has it been a journey lol! I designed and drew the digital art for the cover (digital because of the cut and application method), as well as the corresponding title page illustration (pencil and dip pen, scanned, title added digitally).
When I asked Tharkuun about it she was excited to suggest I get in touch with quillingwords, who generously agreed to collaborate with me! Among her talents quilling writes calligraphy, and hand wrote both the book title and chapter headers for me to incorporate into my plans. Check OUT those chapter headers! So fancy! A font could never!! Quilling has also been very encouraging and let me yell about this project in dms for months so the final result could be a surprise for Tharkuun. Thank u so much quillingwords, your calligraphy adds invaluable amounts of swag to this project.
I was going to do some kinda neat font for the chapter headers, but quilling’s work is too cool for that and I decided to use a modified piece of a historical illustration instead. The illustration also happens to be cool as heck: I was browsing the Artstor database (an academic quality resource available for free via Jstor, my beloved) and found E. N. Neureuther's 1836 gorgeous etching for etching of the fairy tale Briar Rose, an illustration made for a printing of a Brothers Grimm recorded German fairy tale with Sleeping Beauty elements. Much to my delight this illustration not only matches the general look I wanted but is actually relevant to the story, itself a Sleeping Beauty spinoff.
Slightly less stylistically consistent are the endpapers, which are prints of two different paintings by Arnold Böcklin: Isle of the Dead (1883) in the front and Isle of Life (1888). The first painting had occurred to me as an excellent visual to go with the story, and Tharkuun and I discussed this and agreed that pairing it with the related later, more optimistic piece was too thematically appropriate to resist.
I had fun and learned a lot making these books and I am very pleased with the result!!
Materials: Archival bookboard, cardstock, cotton cheesecloth mull, archival PVA glue, linen thread coated in beeswax, paper cord, red cotton embroidery floss. Blue cotton backed with archival paper, acrylic paint, machine cut black and gold heat-transfer vinyl. Laser printed text and illustrations. Metallic scrapbooking paper.
#artists on tumblr#bookbinding#ficbinding#fanbinding#dreamling#my art#here there be fandom#the sandman#the silent isle imbowers#tharkuun#described#id in alt text#pls imagine me screaming continuously about this project for oh idk 4 or 5 months? oh I can make shiny books??#im not allowed to @ people in this post apparently#links and fic rec in reblog#laying on the floor I found a few missing words I must have deleted on accident while fixing formatting#poppies (Papaver somniferum) and mugwort (Artemisia vulgaris)#tailfeather binding
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Sometimes a girl has to go a little crazy. Sometimes a girl has to make a book-accurate floorplan for 300 Fox Way. These things just happen, sometimes.
Obsessive annotations under the cut ✨ but be warned, there's a LOT
Exterior
Okay first of all, I'm no architect, and my only knowledge comes from work experience in the real estate industry + a lot of Sims. The style is sort of neo-rural French colonial. I didn't set out to adhere to that standard so much as I made an amalgamation of homes in Blue Ridge Mountains-adjacent towns in Virginia. Specifically, my headcanon Henrietta template is Orange, VA (I'll save that explanation for another post) so I took inspiration from real estate listings from there.
Alright alright I know there is supposed to be one bathroom, but I simply can't tolerate that in a house with 6+ residents. I can't. There was a possible contradiction in the descriptions of "the single shared bathroom" that I used as an excuse to add a 3/4 bath, and I threw in a powder room for free. Because technically there is still only one full bathroom! But seriously with that many women over 30 most of them probably have IBS or chronic constipation and I'm not making them all share a toilet.
Officially we only have 4 bedrooms listed in text: Blue's, Persephone's, Maura's, and Calla and Jimi's shared one. Everyone else gets rooms that don't qualify as bedrooms via Virginia residential building codes (such as the attic, obviously, which falls below the combined ceiling height and square footage requirements). That really just leaves Orla unaccounted for but I'll get to that later. Other aunts and friends seem to visit during the day and live somewhere else, because in The Raven King only Jimi and Orla were described as needing to move out of the house during the demon stuff.
I designed the entire interior floorplan before I even touched the exterior, so there's a few issues, like how I'm totally missing shutters on the windows that functionally need them most. 🫶 I didn't feel like making the windows smaller to fit them, and I could have added faux-shutters but I think those are stupid. 😘
First floor
"This house is lovely. So many walls. So, so many walls," Malory said as Blue entered the living room a little later.
- Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Chapter 30
Right off the bat, we have an insane number of doors and walls. Old colonial houses are pretty much the opposite of open concept. Functionally I believe that's because it's easier to control heat with closed off rooms, but Virginia is not particularly cold so idk. As for the number of doors, I mean....😤😤😤 I prefer archways/doorless frames in small high-traffic spaces, but every time I thought I could get away with it Maggie would specifically describe doors opening and closing (For example BL,LB Ch 41 gives the reading room double doors, and even the living room gets one in Ch 11. What kind of living room needs a door???). I'm actually missing one of the doorways described in canon, but if you know which one I'm talking about I DARE you to find a place to put that thing!! But I digress.
“Mom," she said as she jumped down the crooked stairs.
- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3
I'm liberally using "crooked" to establish the corner turn stairs. Blue steadies herself on the stair railing when she identifies Gansey for the first time (TRB Ch 15), so I wanted the stairs to have good visual access to visitors. It also sort of has a feng shui-ish effect of separating the public and private energy zones in the house. If that statement made zero sense, I think one of us doesn't know enough about feng shui 👀 and it might be me.
I'm also using that quote to establish Maura's room downstairs, if Blue generally expects to find her mother there, but mostly because everything else was upstairs and it was getting hard to fit. Granted, at one point Blue leads the boys "up the stairs to Maura's bedroom" (TDT Epilogue) but since they were just arriving at 300 Fox Way those stairs could easily be the outdoor ones. There's a handful of little things to support me here, such as Adam grabbing a scrying bowl from Maura's room to use in the reading room (BL,LB Ch 41) implying that her room was the closest place to find one. And speaking of Maura's room-
Calla was overwhelmed by how much shit Maura had in her room at 300 Fox Way, and she told Blue this.
... The mess was taking years from her life. ... Maura liked chaos.
... The psychic hotline rang in the room next door. Calla's concentration fluttered away.
- Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Prologue
Maura is my favorite hypocrite. She claims to detest clutter (TRB Ch 34) and yet her room is literally described as chaos. She probably treats her room like a college student and moves the furniture every time she gets bored/stressed. Thus, I gave her the most insane furniture configuration I could think of while still matching all the contents described.
The phone ringing next door might imply that she neighbors the phone/sewing/cat room, but that area is pretty well described and Maura's room is never mentioned there in any other instance. That leaves us with the kitchen phone (TRB Ch 27) which I put in the hallway with kitchen access as a compromise so it would technically still be in a room next to Maura's.
In the reading room, the man looked around with clinical interest. His gaze passed over the candles, the potted plants, the incense burners, the elaborate dining room chandelier, the rustic table that dominated the room, the lace curtains, and finally landed on a framed photograph of Steve Martin.
- The Raven Boys, Chapter 13
There are so many quotes about the reading room that I just don't feel like citing them, but other details include the mismatched chairs, the shelves, doors etc. It's also described specifically as Maura's "front room" (TRB Prologue) so it's one of the cornerstones that I designed the rest of the layout around. Because of the plants, it makes sense that this room would be south-facing too. (Although idk how much light they get with the wraparound porch awning in the way. Oops lol!)
The outside suddenly seemed vivid in comparison to the dim kitchen. The April-bright trees pressed against the windows of the breakfast area, ...
- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3
Blue Stormed into 300 Fox Way's kitchen and began a one-sided interrogation with Artemus, who was still hidden behind the closed storage closet door.
- The Raven King, Chapter 9
Likewise, I'm using the particularly dim kitchen to place it on the north side, where we also know there's trees in the backyard.
I'll say the kitchen layout is weirder than it strictly needed to be because in the Virginia homes I referenced I adored all the strange kitchens, especially with old timey 'servants area' vibes where laundry kitchen and pantry are all connected. Instead of a kitchen island, they get one of those rolling kitchen carts which I doubled as a bar cart for the drinks they have in the living room.
The kitchen has a doorway to the hall (TRB Ch 13) and the living room is within view when Blue's on the kitchen phone (Ch 27).
Speaking of chapter 27, that's when we get the description "The morning light through the windows turned the drinks a brilliant, translucent yellow." So I put the living room on the east side of the house, where the rising sun would cast really strong light like that.
Second Floor
When she woke up, her normally morning-bright room had the breath-held dimness of afternoon. In the next room over, Orla was talking to either her boyfriend or to one of the psychic hotline callers.
- The Raven Boys, Chapter 3
Blue headed toward the red-painted door at the end of the hall. On her way, she had to pass the frenzy of activity in the Phone/Sewing/Cat Room and the furious battle for the bathroom. The room behind the red door belonged to Persephone, ...
- The Raven Boys, Chapter 11
Blue's room and the Phone/Sewing/Cat room are our cornerstones for this floor. In several examples we know that the Phone/Sewing/Cat room faces the street and has a window (TRB Ch 15, BL,LB Ch 4). While Blue's room is "morning-bright," we also get descriptions of guests at the front door "backlit by the evening sun," (TRB Ch 15) so once again we're probably talking about south windows if it's sunlit at both times of day.
Adam sat awkwardly on the edge of Blue's bed. It felt strange to have so easily gained access to a girl's bed- room. If you knew Blue at all, the room was unsurprising - canvas silhouettes of trees stuck to the walls, leaves hanging in chains from the ceiling fan, a bird with a talk bubble reading WORMS FOR ALL painted above a shelf cluttered with buttons and about nine different pairs of scissors. Against the wall, Blue self-consciously taped up the drooping branch on one of the trees.
- The Dream Thieves, Chapter 49
We get some great descriptions of Blue's room (especially TRB Ch 43), although the above one is my favorite (#wormsforall). Every piece of furniture is accounted for exactly as described except the desk which I added because it seemed practical, and Blue is nothing if not practical™.
Persephone's room is also very well-described, all the way down to the furniture and lighting placement (BL,LB Ch 4 and TRB Ch 11) and it's surprisingly similar to Blue's room, if not a bit smaller. Her room gets strong afternoon sunlight, so I put it on the south too (BL,LB Ch 43).
Calla and Jimi share a room that's also upstairs (TRK Ch 16). Because they are the only two who have to share a room, I have justified that it must be the "master bedroom" (sorry for using that term) and is far bigger than the other bedrooms. I managed to fit two queen beds in there, but some scholars [me] would argue that Jimi and Calla might also share a bed because they are in love. Can you prove me wrong? No, you can't.
As for the bathroom, remember when I mentioned a possible contradiction? Famously, Maura draws the ley line symbol in the steamed up shower door (TRB Ch 1). However, much later we get Maura, Orla, Calla and Jimi all sitting in the bathtub for some kind of ritual (TRK Ch 9). No matter how I picture it, I can't put 4 full grown women in a bathtub together without someone partially sitting on/spilling over the side. But that would be impossible in a combo bath/shower enclosed by glass doors!! Thus, I gave The Bathroom a nice tub and put a small shower in the en suite of Jimi and Calla's room. I know this is a stretch but I don't really care.
Attic
Blue had never been a big fan of the attic, even before Neeve moved in. Numerous slanting roof lines provided dozens of opportunities to hit your head on a sloping ceiling. Unfinished wood floorboards and areas patched with prickly plywood were unfriendly to bare feet. Summer turned the attic into an inferno.
... In one of the narrow dormers, two full-length, footed mirrors faced each other, reflecting mirrored images back and forth at each other in perpetuum.
- The Raven Boys, Chapter 34
Trying to fit the attic access in after everything in the second floor was my biggest challenge, because stairs normally take up a lot of space and you have to be careful about head room. I'm the end, I decided it was one of those fold out attic doors that you have to reach from the ceiling of the hallway. We might get a lot of instances of the attic door being opened (😤 seriously, Maggie... 😤) but technically a trap door in the ceiling is still a door!
Dormers pretty much cemented the French colonial style for me. And you know the drill by now: a hot room probably means a lot of sun, which means I give it a south facing window!
Mud Room/Cellar/Basement
This cellar has absolutely zero mention in the text, but my justification is based in the architecture. So far we've got a funky old colonial house, built without a garage, lots of walls etc. Especially in a low-income/semi-rural area, it's not crazy to assume that 300 Fox Way was built before most residents had refrigerators (1930s-40s). Besides iceboxes, a major way to keep food fresh was root cellars. Modern renovations for old homes convert these to concrete basements, but that's why the basement is so small and connects to the kitchen.
My headcanon is that Orla originally shared a room. Pick whoever you want: Maura, Blue or Persephone, any of them would easily be such a chaotic roommate that Orla snapped and in a fit of teen girl rage moved herself down to the crummy dark basement. Over time, she made efforts to glamorize it, such as a vintage dressing screen to hide the flood drainage pump. The privacy also allows her to bring boyfriends over, even sneaking them through the mud room.
This is really just my artistic license, but I swear it makes a surprising amount of sense in context. There's cases of Orla sneaking into the kitchen (easier if she has a back entrance) and she's almost always using the phone upstairs or in the kitchen (because a basement would get bad reception) even though her calls get kinda ~intimate.
Aaaaaand I think that's everything. Sorry it doesn't look like the photo from the wiki at all, but I couldn't find a source for it and Victorian style wasn't super common in the areas I researched. Let me know if I missed anything major! I'll probably cry myself to sleep if so.
#happy hyperfixation friday everyone#January was a weird month for me ngl this was one of my more hinged projects if you can believe it#please don't let this flop tho like this definitely took longer than any drawing I've ever posted here#trc#the raven cycle#the raven cycle fanart#300 Fox Way#Blue Sargent#the raven boys#my art#trc unraveled
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...So I was noodling around with the above image as preliminary work for a piece of Middle Kingdoms concept art that's going to illustrate a chapter-heading rubric from The Door Into Sunset. And while working on it, I belatedly realized that to correctly set up that scene, I was first going to have to tear up the entire left-hand side of the image (and the space beyond it), because the new covered fish market I had in mind wasn't going to fit in the space.
So I rolled my eyes at myself (I should have seen this coming...), got busy tearing it up, and then built the fish market. It's very loosely based, as I think I mentioned somewhere here earlier, on the famous Vismarkt, the covered fishmarket in the center of Brugge in Belgium (a.k.a. Bruges). (Image via Carto.net.)
Back in medieval times, right through to the Renaissance and beyond, fish was originally sold in Bruges in the open, from wooden pallets. But other stallholders in the main market complained about the smell, and the fish-sellers themselves weren't happy with the venue: selling such perishable goods out in the broad (and often hot) daylight was suboptimal. A permanent, covered place for the fishmongers' stalls makes more sense. Yet at the same time, you want decent light on what you're selling or buying... just not direct sun.
Choosing the architecture for a market like this in Darthis city was also going to be an issue. The Vismarkt was installed in a new dedicated market square in 1821, with the architect opting for a Victorian-cum-Classical look: not something that would make sense in this alternate Earth—if I was seriously considering a straightforward copy, which I wasn't. However, the Darthene architectural aesthetic does contain both building styles very like our Romanesque style, and elements similarly reminiscent of Gothic. (Though in the Middle Kingdoms the AU-Romanesque wasn't abandoned when the kinda-Gothic came in, but coexists with it).
After I'd given the situation some thought, I found myself wanting something that drew on those two traditions... or would maybe kind of split the difference between them: a building open on all sides that would be relatively light and airy, recalling a tent or canopy. This kind of design's unquestionably made a lot easier in that universe by the availability of magic-workers able to pull stone out of the ground without excavation, and also able to fashion it into the desired shapes without the use of physical tools. So finally I settled on a broad, vaguely Gothic-styled cross or groined vault as the preferred shape for the roofs: then rummaged around to see what I could find in the local toolkit that would enable me to build it.
Semi-plan view:
Diagonal side view:
(Please note that all of these images are the result of the digital version of kitbashing, as I don’t currently have anything like the skills to create shapes like these in Blender.)
Better lighting in this case is fortunately a materials-technology issue, long since solved on our own Earth. The stone of the roof segments is what architects now would refer to as an "alabastrite marble", about an inch thick—light enough to need relatively little in the way of external supports, and thin enough to transmit light readily. This marble's name comes (probably obviously enough) from alabaster, which has been used on and off in European church windows since medieval times as an affordable alternative to glass, in times and places where that’s been expensive.
This approach has had occasional revivals in modern our-Earth architecture. However, since alabaster is only useful in relatively small pieces, and is vulnerable to heat and moisture, it's often replaced by thin-cut marble set in metal frameworks. One good example of this would be the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale. (image via Amusing Planet)
The thin-cut Vermont marble transmits light safely without endangering the documents. But sometimes genuine alabaster has been used, too: the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels in Los Angeles features tens of thousands of panes of it. (image via Expedia)
The equivalent use of marble in the royal Arlene library rr'Virendir, in Prydon city—replacing much ancient glass destroyed during the earthquakes accompanying the last battle of the Great War—is probably where the Darthene authorities got the idea for this implementation. And since the marble used in this construction would almost certainly have come from Arlen, light-colored marble being the country’s “vernacular" stone due to it being quarried all over the place there, it makes perfect sense for this marble to have been a gift of the Arlene Throne to the city of Darthis. And would also account for the presence of his grace the King over there by the market stall up against the wall, pretending to check out the produce while he also checks out the nearly-finished construction (and, idly, two of his spouses).
The Queen is after all very picky about making sure her contractors are getting things right. Yes, she jokes a lot about having lots of room in the dungeons if things go wrong... but sometimes, if you don't know her, it's hard to be sure she's joking.
Meanwhile, so far, it doesn't look too bad.
Things learned over the past couple of weeks, in between also doing other work:
Translucence is a bitch to master in Daz Studio
Certain aspects of Blender are conspiring with one another to make me scream
My rendering computer is displaying a tendency toward quirkiness in the memory department that would register as nearly endearing if I could figure out what was causing it
...But at least now that the set I need is pretty much done (except for some minor tightening, straightening, and tweaking of materials and color temperatures), I can turn my attention to the question of how to produce the rather specialized VFX required for the two shot I'm setting up. ...Yeah, all this work has been for a two shot. But that shot needs people in the background, and the right street furniture. And nature abhors an undressed set. ...See also: "the backs of the melons."
Next challenge: track down a source for heaps of digitized prawns. :)
#Middle Kingdoms#Darthis#fishmarket#Middle Kingdoms meta#Freelorn#Herewiss#Eftgan#and a cast of tens#also#Blender#argh
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This is probably going to be my last big ask for a while, so let’s make it count. What I really wanted to talk about is Yuu and disease. It’s probably just me, but while the cute caretaker sick fics are nice and all, I just sit there worrying about Yuu’s heath.
As a completely different world, realistically Twisted Wonderland would not have the same diseases as Earth. Poor Yuu must have gone down like a sack of bricks the first time they got sick, at the very least. I’m not exactly knowledgeable about the medical field or anything, but even babies have some kind of an immune system thanks to receiving temporary antibodies from their mothers that hold them over until they can receive vaccines. Yuu doesn’t have that.
To make this worse, Ramshackle is well… ramshackle. Before it got rebuilt I guarantee that building was having untold issues even after being cleaned up. I mean, I highly doubt Ramshackle is temperature regulated via magic like the rest of the school due to it being abandoned. Yuu spent all of fall and part of winter in a run-down dorm. And ‘part of winter’ thing is me being generous given the iffy timeline of the game’s story.
I know it’s a running joke to dunk on Crowley for being an irresponsible guardian, but this is a terrifying level of oversight if none of the adults considered this about Yuu’s medical vulnerability. Another strike in favor of Yuu just running away.
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I am so sorry I took forever to get around to this my dear Shrimp, I'm also not a medical expert so I had to really think about this. Disease in worlds with magic tends to be an underdeveloped part of most settings world building.
... also if you saw me post this before I was done cooking no you didn't ￢o(￣-￣ﾒ)
I want to start off by saying that I disagree about Ramshackle not being temperature regulated... sort of. Ramshackle is more or less a Victorian era mansion, so if we assume that it has the same general architecture then while it does lack a central heating system, it is more or less capable of maintaining heat in individual rooms. If you look at the in game artwork for the dorm, there are visible fireplaces in both of the main rooms where we spend time, the Lounge:
And our room:
As long as that fire is kept going, those individual rooms will have heat, and while that falls under the purview of the fire faeries that work for the school I can see Yuu being able to take care of themselves enough to keep their dorm warm. There is even a stack of wood next to the lounge fireplace, so we can assume they can get a fire going to heat the place. The real issues (from Grim's complaints) seems to be a lack of hot water and holes in the roof, both of which they would have had to live through most of winter with that could have caused things like a bad cold or pneumonia before we even get to potential magical diseases.
When it comes to magical diseases and vaccines... my understanding of disease is that a lot of them start in animal populations before they make their way into humans. So while Twisted Wonderland is a different world, the animals are more or less the same so I can see them having the same general diseases as our world... but as people use magic to treat the disease that introduces the potential exists for diseases to evolve to combat the magic treatments. I think it's those treatments Yuu would be more vulnerable to than the twst variants of the diseases they have back home; there's a whole host of new potential allergens in the potential cures they haven't been tested for and there is no guarantee using magic on Yuu won't hurt them.
If there are magic based diseases that come from the monster population, then Yuu would absolutely need vaccines for those but I could also see things like that as not being thought of as illnesses but rather a form of a curse, and therefore something that requires a different type of treatment. And I agree this does seem like a terrible level of negligence and oversight from the adults at NRC... but I can also see why it happens. Yuu shows no outward sign of being anything other than a normal, magicless human so I can see them sort of just assuming Yuu would function the same as anyone else and then go from there.
What really got me thinking in this ask was the potential for Yuu to need something like an inhaler, or an ssri, or hell even my iron supplements and how that would get handled. Especially ssris, I have a bit of experience with getting medicated and it can take forever to get on a combo that gives you your life back as opposed to fucking things up further. Getting snapped into another world without those meds and having to go through the process again in a world with a different concept of chemistry would suck so much. Poor neurodivergent Yuu's, as if life didn't suck enough already.
#<3 asks#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst yuu#shrimp annon#talking about this made me think about how medical drama is an underdeveloped isekai genre#and i will not be fixing that#i have too many other ideas
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Hi pookie! This request is a cute SFW one (I think)
Sniper with an f!reader who has severe adhd! She stims a lot by flapping/ clapping her hands or hopping around, saying her vocal stims (mine are snipers oneliners so many be he would think it’s cute or something), and she fixated on all things Australian.. which probably came after they started dating!Just how he would react and things!
Sniper x F!Reader with ADHD
hello my beautiful mutual, i wish we talked more 💔 this is my first attempt at headcanons so have mercy on me. ramblings under the cut :3 enjoy!
- i think he would find your stims amusing! at first, he would be surprised by the physical ones, asking you what the bloody hell you're doing. after you tell him it's how you express strong emotions, he'd probably try to be discreet about how cute he thinks it is. wouldn't want you to think he's making fun of you or anything.
- the verbal stims would melt his heart. when he hears you repeat his snappy one-liners, his face would immediately heat up in a dark blush. wdym you pay attention to him so much that you've picked up his lingo?
- before the two of you started dating, you didnt really have an interest in anything to do with the island continent. but after hearing sniper talk about his life in the outback, your fixation immediately spurred and grew tenfold.
- he finds you researching different animals, via his personal trailbooks. you start talking to him about the fun facts you've learned about wildlife in the bush, suggesting you guys take a trip to visit the family farm.
- ... unless this is after the comics then i mean... yeesh...
- anyways, he could sit and talk about growing up in australia for hours.
- like, genuinely. he doesn't really talk all that much, but once you get him started on a topic he's passionate and knowledgeable about, it's hard to get him to shut up. he often reminisces of his hometown and how he used to slingshot rocks at the magpies during swooping season.
- you had to ask what swooping season entailed
- overall, he's enamored by you! dating someone who's so interested in him, to the point they pick up on his quips and wanna learn about where he's from? he's head over heels
#tf2#team fortress two#tf2 fandom#tf2 x reader#sniper tf2#sniper tf2 x reader#tf2 sniper#x reader#headcanons#tf2 headcanons#tf2 sniper headcanons
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Dick and Jason run afoul of some sort of universe swapping plot device. The timing is really poor.
See, Tim’s heat is due, well, tonight. And since Jason’s rut always starts a day after Tim’s heat, and Dick’s rut comes a day or two after that, the three of them have come to an arrangement. One where Jason and Dick spend the better part of a week and a half fucking Tim’s brains out well past the point where he cannot walk.
So they make a beeline to Tim’s nest. Either he’ll be smart enough to figure out how to get everyone back home before their cycles hit, or maybe they can fill in for the original Jason and Dick for Tim’s heat.
Except they get there and notice that something’s different. Tim’s not an omega. Tim’s not… anything. They quickly realize that this world doesn’t have designations. Tim’s heat’s not coming but their rut sure is.
Some quick explanation and Tim offers to help them out. It’s either that or try to explain the whole knotting thing to some sex workers, and nobody wants that. And Tim has been quietly lusting after his Dick and Jason for ages, so if he can’t have them at least he can have a different version of them.
Jason and Dick are happy to fuck any version of Tim. They unfortunately weren’t the first ones to knot their Tim, but this Tim has definitely never had a knot in his cunt before.
Tim was…unprepared for how big their knots were going to be. It takes a lot of stretching but they eventually make it work. It’s not painful, but honestly he would’ve been fine without it. And the amount of come… he could’ve almost drowned in it. He’s ecstatic with the rest of the sex though, and the amount of attention and care plied on him.
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Human Dick and Jason have the same idea as their alpha counterparts, at least about going to Tim’s nest. They don’t have the right receptors so they can’t smell the heat scent Tim’s nest is saturated in. They do find their cocks stirring a bit from the unnoticed hormones, but they both have gotten used to suppressing their desire for Tim.
What they’re not used to though, is a naked, panting, needy Tim jumping them as soon as they get inside, pawing at them to get their clothes off. At first they think it’s pollen, but Tim’s heat is just getting going so he’s able to explain enough that Dick can quick look into this whole strange reproductive cycle thing on Tim’s computer.
And when Jason and Dick realize exactly what Tim is eagerly asking for, what he needs from them, well they can’t exactly say no. And they’ve wanted their Tim for so long but he’s never shown any interest in them so this might be their only chance. He’s flushed and needy and whining for their cocks. They never thought they’d ever see Tim like this.
They can’t knot Tim like he’s used too, but Dick’s always had a short refractory period, and the Pit has done the same to Jason-as well as make him come a lot. With their lack of knots they can both have him at the same time. When Tim’s really sobbing for a knot, they have to pump him full and plug him up-with toys, with heat aids, with their fists. It’s an amazing sight. Even so, they can barely keep up with Tim’s needs. They love it even though it’s exhausting, and a little chafing.
…
When the heat and their ruts are over, and everyone gets back to their own universes probably via a Tim built plot device, human Tim has a lot harder time keeping his desires and his blushes hidden. And now that Jason and Dick have finally had a taste of Timmy’s sweet sweet pussy, they’re not going to let him hide away any longer.
Meanwhile, the alphas are a little put out that their omega had to rely on someone else for his heat. Sure, he was sort of technically fucked by them, but THEY weren’t the ones doing it. They decide they need to remind Timmy who he belongs to. They drowned human Tim in their come so it’s time to do the same to their omega.
universe swap with an omegaverse would be WILD- jason and dick realizing humans have entirely different biology in that universe but its not enough to put them off from fucking tim ❤️❤️❤️!!!
then the omegaverse versions of themselves fucking tim in a way that he will literally never be able to replicate and even giving him some new kinks❤️❤️❤️!!
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just asking, what if an iterator possibly gets too hot or cold? What happens if they can’t get to safer temps with out outside forces? What if they can’t get to safer temps at all?
Do you mean superstructures or puppet-bound iterators? I'm sure superstructures have a lot of failsafes to deal with temperature fluctuations, mostly via processing water intake. They're living saunas! They probably have an incredible resistance to both hot and cold, as evidence shows.
I'll talk about puppets here, but if you meant superstructures, well... a lot of what I'll say here could apply to superstructures too.
(For puppet-bound iterators, I am referring to my AU CDSS)
For heat: Puppet-bound iterators, like their former superstructure bodies, run hot and need to stay hydrated. They rely on liquid coolant that runs throughout their bodies. Ruptures in the coolant system are one of their many common problems, but with medical aid, they're not too serious. Many cases are self-healing, or the rupture will seal itself off and reroute around the blockage - like with collateral circulation. Leaks into essential systems are more of a concern than the actual loss of coolant. As long as they stay cool and drink water while waiting to get fixed, they tend to be fine.
If they are stuck in a hot region and can't escape, they'll suffer from dehydration, heat stroke, fried components, damage to organic tissue, seizures... pretty much what you'd expect. As a superstructure, Moon probably suffered from all this leading up to her collapse.
For cold: They're fairly resistant for a few reasons. One is the antifreeze in coolant. Another is the heat that they naturally produce. I'm thinking they have silicone-based skin, which is very cold resistant. They have hemocyanin, which tends to function better in extreme cold than hemoglobin. (Hemocyanin can also work at hotter temperatures. I have like a whole essay about this that I still intend to post lol.) However, the puppets have been modified to have more flexible and sensitive skin - dexterity in exchange for some durability. They're more susceptible to the perception of cold than they would be if they were a still a superstructure. Many of them also dislike snowscapes on principle, because they've been freezing their decaying metal butts off for centuries by the time CDSS happens.
Iterators in both forms are very moist, so if it's cold past their limits, their mechanical components will freeze. And like with hypothermia in fully organic beings, prolonged time in extreme cold will lead to tissue death and organ failure. Superstructures with fractured exteriors (direct exposure of internal parts to the cold air) are especially susceptible to this.
Misc theory about superstructures: Moon's superstructure was able to stay intact into Saint's era because she collapsed straight down into the water, preserving most of her shape. The canyon water could have provided the pressure and circulation she needed in the absence of gravity cores, as well as protection against land pests and insulation against the cold. Remnant slag could have her generate excess heat as well, which would keep the water surrounding her unfrozen. In a way, dying like that could have helped her live longer?!
Thanks for the question anon, this was very fun :P
#btw i am not a scientist. i have knowledge limited to what i have learned and what i can find on the internet#and i make jumps and assumptions sometimes#but you caught me in the middle of doing a CDSS writeup so I'm feeling kind of brave :^)#i love lore stuff both for canon rain world and for my au#but for my au i haven't really posted much substantial enough to ask questions about#and the universe for cdss while aligned with canon is also kind of... wild? so I've been vague out of nervousness#but there are other planets. there are other sapient races.#RW canon may very well not exist in a universe that has outer space but I build around the idea it is for the sake of my au#and i'm not sure how confusing or engaging that might be#i probably will post about it eventually though#because i'm having SO MUCH FUN with this au and this blog exists for me to have fun#but yeah. in the meantime i've only been showing small snippets and details about the iterators in cdss#ask#text#worldbuilding#cdss#anon#rw spoilers#headcanons#rambles
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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼
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🌼Damiano × reader
part 24 of ?? [parts 1-23]
NSFW 🚨 kinky unsafe dirrrty adultsonly playtime
° Damiano David/female reader insert
wordcount:: 7,854
° request ×3, original anon request for corruption kink damiano, helpful anon suggested clit jewellery& another anon sent in: What would Damiano’s reaction be to his girl posting a really hot thirst trap pic on Instagram? I personally can’t decide whether or not he would be cheeky and comment something like “new lock screen” or if he would get super fiery, possessive or jealous over it [requests are open! but commissions are priority, secure the fourth spot in my cue here!]
° thankyou for all the feedback on the last chapter! feel free to send your ideas to be added to the menu!
After celebrating Christmas with just Damiano, you had departed to spend time with your family, and he had done the same. While he was back in his hometown, you and your family had travelled to Greece.
You didn't have to go back to work until next week and your parents were paying for your hotel room - there was very little for you to worry about right now. You had been getting into the laid back environment of your beachside hotel, spending a lot of the sunny days in the heated pool. There had been some fun outings with your family, eating large servings of the delicious foods.
Of course a lot of this had been documented for social media. You had put two posts on Instagram, one of them had been a carousel of landscapes and cute photos posed for with your sister.
The other post had been less focused on showing off the experiences you had been having - it was three different photos of you in your bikini. You had been feeling comfortable and confident in the black and white swimwear. You liked how the padding in the top made your boobs look. You thought the ribbon closures on either side of the bottoms were cute, instead of worrying about them adding to the wideness of your hips.
After complimenting how you looked, your sister had offered to take some photos of you by the pool. Petra hadn't rushed you, taking a lot of photos and letting you feel as close to being a model as you would probably ever get. You hadn't posted a photo like these in a while. Were you trying to get your boyfriend's attention, to make him miss you more? Were you showing off? Were you trying to feel desirable? Or were you just embracing this moment of feeling good about your appearance?
Regardless of whether or not your main goal was to get Damiano's approval, you got it. You had gotten a notification of a new comment from him.
Next to his username had been two words: new lockscreen. Then there had been a few flaming heart emojis. You were soon grinning, feeling that giddy rush he could so effortlessly give you.
Then you were getting a private message from him: are you busy? When you replied that you weren't, you were just hanging out in your room alone, he called you via FaceTime and his smiling face was soon filling the screen of your phone.
Before speaking, he raised a bottle of water into frame, getting the cap open. "Hang on, I'm just having a drink, because I'm all dehydrated after that thirst trap."
You giggled, watching him have some water. "It is not a thirst trap."
"Yes it is." He said. "I could look up a definition of thirst trap right now and it would say: when your girlfriend posts a bikini pic looking so damn fuckable."
"Fuckable? That's not what you said in your comment."
"The context was there." He said. "You should come home…"
"It's not bikini-weather there."
"I'll turn the heater on."
“Did you really make it your lock-screen?” You asked.
“Yes. Of course. I put all three of them in a little collage and I’m very excited to get to see it every time I pick up my phone.”
You were still grinning, feeling very flattered that he would want to look at the photos so much. He was just enjoying them, he wasn’t seeing the imperfections that your eyes could be drawn to.
Then you started to laugh when you saw him raise his fingers to his forehead, stroking upwards. “You just went to brush the hair back from your face. But there isn’t any hair there anymore.”
He smiled and rubbed the palm of his hand over his still relatively fresh buzz cut. “I’ve gotta break the habit.”
“I’ll be home in two days.” You reminded him. “And you can send me lots of thirst traps in that time.”
“We’ll see who can out-thirst the other.”
You stuck out your bottom lip as you studied his face, wishing you could touch him. “Two days is too long.”
“I know.” He lamented, pouting back at you. “I miss you. I’m so over just having pillows in the bed. At first, stretching out was fun or whatever. But I’m just wanting my kitten now. What good is bedtime without cuddles?”
“Yeah, stretching out in bed is so overrated. I even miss your cold feet.” You said. “And at least fifty times a day, something happens that makes me think of one of our inside jokes. But I can’t say it because no one will understand what I’m talking about.”
“Aw. Nobody’s appreciating your comedic genius.” He said. “What’s your plan for today? When I think about you, where will I picture you?”
“There’s a market that my mum wants to visit and then I think we’ll find a café for lunch.”
He appeared somewhat disappointed. “Oh, so no lounging around the pool in your bikini on the schedule?”
You giggled. “No. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t picture me in the bikini.”
“I probably shouldn’t. There are things that I was hoping to accomplish today.”
He helped you pick out what to wear for your family outing. You propped your phone up so that he could watch you get dressed. As you were styling your hair he told you about the plans he had for the day. A friend from his school days had just had their first child and he would be visiting with them. You made him promise to send you lots of photos of the baby.
You completed your outfit by putting on your Chanel choker. Then you exchanged your ‘I love you’s as you wrapped up the call, setting off for your separate days to share with one another in tonight’s phone call.
*** *** ***
Damiano was there waiting for you at the airport. He embraced you so tightly that your feet were lifted off the floor as you kissed one another hurriedly. You weren't embarrassed by this public display of affection, you didn't care what the many other people in the airport might think - you felt sorry for them for not having such a Heavenly reunion.
He lifted both of your suitcases into the car. Once driving, he kept one hand mostly resting on your thigh. The two of you caught up on any details that hadn't yet been shared about your vacations. It was a relief to get to see his eyes on you again, to hear his voice clearly and smell him. His presence did away with any sense of fatigue or frustration from your travel. You were so glad to be home, despite having not reached your apartment building yet.
When you arrived home, you were going for one particular pocket in your pink suitcase. He had already started to wheel your other bag in the direction of the bedroom, before you got his attention.
“I have something for you.” You said, keeping him from getting any further away. “Just a little gift, I saw it at the markets and I knew I had to get it for you.”
“Aw kitten, aren’t you just the sweetest little thing in the world?” He replied, showing you a gorgeous smile already, independent of seeing his present. “I hope you don’t feel like I’m trying to upstage you when I let you know that I’ve got gifts for you.”
Your hands came out of the pocket empty as you got distracted from your task. “Gifts?”
The look on your face made him giggle. “Yeah, I made you something, as well as some things I bought.”
Your eyes grew wide. “Made?”
He held a hand out to you. “How about you save finding my gift for later? And right now, you come with me and let me spoil you?” Instantly you left your suitcase behind, going over to him. “Why am I not surprised that you needed very little convincing?”
He took your hand, grinning as you began walking toward the bedroom together. Your other suitcase was left behind. You couldn't see anything gift wrapped upon first stepping into the bedroom.
"You'll have to get naked first." He said.
You stopped walking. "Oh, I get it. You're gonna cum on me, the thing you 'made' for me is all the jizz in your balls." You had unzipped your jeans. "I should have seen it coming…"
"What? No. Unless you want to, I could give you a wet 'welcome home', that could easily be arranged, baby.”
You already had your pants down to where you could step out of them. “Seriously, that isn’t what you were getting at?”
“No. I got you a couple of things to wear and I want you to put them on right now. I’ve been dying to see them on you.” He said.
“Okay.”
As you progressed to taking more things off, he went over to the bed. He crouched down so as to reach into the area beneath the bed frame, pulling on something that was currently out of sight. You fulfilled his request of getting naked, then stood in the room and keenly waited for what was to come next.
When he stood up, he had a small package in his hand. He gave it to you and you assumed you were about to open a necklace or bracelet. He watched you pulling away the wrapping paper, an amused smile on his face that made you wonder what kind of reaction he was hoping for.
You came upon a length of thin black cord and attached to this was some kind of charm. It was made of silver, in the shape of a hollow oval with a teardrop pendant hanging in the centre, completed by a single diamond. You were trying to determine if you had ever seen a design like this before. Then you noticed the cord was attached to the charm in three spots - what kind of necklace was this? Was it something that you wore over your head? He was still smiling as he watched you assessing the item.
"Um, I really don't want to sound ungrateful here…" You began as you turned it around in your hands, stretching the elastic bands in your effort to understand it.
"Here, let me show you how to put it on." He said gently and you handed it over.
He threaded his hands through the two large loops and started to bend down, getting onto his knees in front of you. You were completely clueless as you watched him. He brought the elastic loops down to the ground just in front of your feet and instructed you to step in. He started to bring it up the length of your legs, the pendant placed between them. Now you realised that this was some strange kind of g-string.
He put his fingers up to your pussy, easing your labia apart. Your eyes were wide, you had no idea what he was about to do with this unfamiliar item. His other hand adjusted the charm, bringing the cool metal up to your skin. It framed your clit, pressing against you and keeping your labia somewhat spread back even after his fingers were taken away. The little pendant bumped against your clitoris, startling you and making you gasp.
"Daddy, what is this?" You asked.
He adjusted the elastic bands so that they sat up on your hips, mimicking how a thong would fit. "Do you like it? It's just a little jewellery for your clit. Not that it needed anything extra to be pretty and enticing. But I liked the idea of you wearing this under your panties as a reminder that you, and this pussy, belong to me.
"Other people can look, they can see you looking fuckable in a bikini- but this pussy is just for me." He said, a serious look now in his eyes as he looked up at you.
"Is this because of what I posted on Instagram, the thirst trap?" You asked.
He stayed where he was, not yet done admiring this new accessory. "That was part of the motivation, yes. I was so very turned on when I saw those pictures, I was like: wow, look at my girlfriend. Then I thought for a moment longer, going back to that word: look. And I realised other people could and would look, and it brought out a certain possessiveness in me. I know that you're on private on Insta and there's no random creeps seeing you. But I couldn't help it, I saw your body and felt this need to stake my claim."
"I can delete it." You rushed to offer.
"No, it's okay, kitty. It's your profile and your pictures. If that's how you wanna catalogue your vacation, it's totally fine with me. You celebrating your body is great, it's sexy, I love it. I would never think of telling you to take them down, I promise." He said. "This isn't a punishment, 'cause you did nothing wrong. Daddy just needs to work through some of his jealousy, okay?" He kissed across the top of your thigh. "And he only gets jealous 'cause you're something so special, something he could never stand the thought of losing."
"You could never lose me." You said.
"How do you like it?" He asked. "It's not uncomfortable, is it? I trust that you would tell me the second something was painful."
"No, it's not painful. It's just…" Readjusting your weight made the dangling pendant move against your clit, prompting an excited shiver from you. "...different."
"It looks really pretty. Appetising. But I'm gonna try to not get too distracted here, I've still got so much more for you." He said, giving your thigh a squeeze before moving away. He went back to the stash under the bed, bringing out a new, larger gift. "I think you're gonna look just as delicious in this."
Beneath the wrapping paper, you came across sheer black fabric. As you unfolded it, you found a soft fur trim. There was so much of this luxurious, drapey fabric. Freeing it from the packaging, you held it up, finding it was a very glamorous dressing gown.
You gasped, thrilled by the sight of it (the silver pendant rubbed against your clitoris again). "Damiano, it's gorgeous. I love it so fucking much." You began to wrap the smooth fabric around yourself, pushing your arms into the long sleeves.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He said, taking a step back to admire you more as you tied the sash into a knot at your waist. “It’s absolutely perfect on you. This is pure opulence, baby.”
You giggled and started twirling around in a circle, the fabric dramatically flaring out in the process. “Opulence. Ha, mmn…” Your movements got the jewellery on your clitoris rocking and you felt your gut tighten as you questioned the sturdiness of your knees. You stopped spinning quite quickly, sucking on your lower lip.
“Are you okay? Is it the jewellery?” He asked, a knowing smile on his face making him look smug.
You nodded, letting out a shaky exhale. “Yeah, it’s kind of hard to forget about.”
“That’s very much the point.” He said. “How about you sit down? I don’t want you too distracted while I give you the rest of the gifts.”
You walked over to the bed, the little pendant tapping on your clit with every step. You were feeling waves of tingles moving through your body as you carefully sat down, putting more concentration into this than was normal. Your chest expanded and you tried to adjust to this hint of pressure - it was subtle, but it kept wanting to draw your attention back to your clit.
“The robe doesn’t have anything to do with jealousy or ownership. But it does go with the rest of your gifts and what I made for you. Do you wanna see the rest?” He asked.
“Yes, please Daddy.”
This time when he reached beneath the bed, he brought out your laundry basket, filled with items. You sat up straighter, trying to quickly identify everything it held. You saw a black package with the Lush branding. You saw a brand new hairbrush. There was a pair of headphones still in their box. Amongst the many items that had the basket on the verge of overflowing were bottles of ointments and lotions.
He placed the basket beside you and plucked out a small booklet, handing it to you. “Here you go.”
Kitten’s Menu the cover read, in what you recognised to be his handwriting. An intrigued smile lifted the corners of your lips as you tried to figure out how all of this fit together. You looked up to where he stood beside the mattress, keenly watching every reaction from you.
You opened the book, the inside cover telling you that this was for your eyes only.
Aftercare Menu, the heading on the first page said.
"Let me know if anything is unclear, I tried really hard to have it all make sense, but if you get confused, just ask." He said, leaning one knee on the bed next to you.
"This is what you made me?" You asked.
"Yep, typed it up, folded the pages very carefully, stapled it all together." He said.
"Just for me?"
His fingers stroked against your arm. "All for you, kitten. I figure that once a scene is done, you get wrapped up in your lovely robe and you pick something from the menu, anything you want and you get it."
You were smiling as you began to read down the list of options.
Talking. This had an offshoot: words of affirmation, deconstructing scene, talking about something else, sharing memories, any other topic.
"If you don't feel like talking, I can just talk to you, or even read to you. I can find random pop culture articles and read to you about pointless shit." He added as elaboration.
Silence/space, for as long as you need.
Cuddling.
Taking a nap together.
Blanket burrito.
Back rubs/tickles, or massages.
Brushing your hair. That explained the new brush amongst the other gifts.
Watching TV, something trashy, something silly, something we've seen a million times, something we can fall asleep during.
Bath or shower.
Eating, I'll make you anything you want.
Tea.
Listening to music or a podcast.
Burning incense.
Colouring. You could see a colouring book, along with a box of pencils in the basket as well.
Ointments on any ouchies. Rubbing in moisturiser.
Sheet mask.
Yoga.
He piped up when he saw you get to the bottom of this page. "The yoga doesn't have to be anything intensive, it's not a time to do a workout."
"Online shopping, literally anything I want?" You read aloud. "Are you serious?"
He sat next to you. "Yep, no limitations. If you wanna buy new shoes, you can have them. You can get makeup, you can get more plants, you can get video games, you can get fifty new Squishmallows, whatever baby. We'll lay in bed together and you can just point at what you want. After fucking you stupid, I'll spoil you stupid."
"Holy fuck." You said quietly.
Playing games together: Block Blast, Wordscapes, Candy Crush.
Drive to get fast food.
"The book isn't full, 'cause you can come up with new stuff that you want and we can work on it together." He said.
"This is amazing." You said.
He kissed you on the cheek. "You deserve it. I was just thinking about how to give you the best aftercare experience possible and I thought that this way, when your brain might be feeling a little fried, you can just point and you can get what you need easier."
"It's really-... I'm kind of speechless." You said, looking back over the pages.
He kissed you on the cheek again, closer to your lips this time. "I wanted to show you how serious I am about taking care of you, I love you."
You looked up at him, wrapping an arm around his neck. "I love you too."
You brought his lips to yours, placing your other arm around him as you quickly sought to deepen the kiss. You turned to face him and he put his hands to your back, holding you in close. You felt your heartbeat pick up as his tongue slid past your lips, exploring into your mouth. You let your mouth open wider as he rubbed at the roof of your mouth. You were getting giddy from this proximity that you had been missing during your time away.
He pulled back, his hands on your cheeks as he looked deeply into your eyes, a penetrative stare. His fingers caressed your skin, the expression on his face completely serious. “I promise to end every scene with the best, most thorough, most loving aftercare. But you have to promise to always be transparent with how you’re feeling, that’s the only way we can keep thriving like this.”
“Of course, yes, I promise, I promise a thousand times.” You said. “But you have to promise to stay transparent too.”
He gave you a peck on the lips. “Promise forever.”
You leaned in, not done with kissing him yet. You took your time to enjoy his lips as he rubbed your cheeks. You kissed his upper lip, then kissed the lower lip, lingering here. When you went back to the upper lip, he took the opportunity to suck your lip into his mouth. The way he nibbled lightly on it made you squirm a little, getting closer to him, your hand on his thigh.
“Do you wanna go for a walk to the kitchen for me, kitten?” He asked.
“Okay, let’s see how far I get before this thing on my clit fucks me all the way up.”
Getting to your feet prompted the dangling pendant to shift, which stirred something within you. This didn’t go away as you started to walk out of the room. He was following closely behind you, seeing every hesitation and flinch.
It was like having your vibrator on the lowest setting, being held to your clitoral hood. It wasn’t supposed to get you off, but it was definitely meant to turn you on. It was meant to prime you, getting blood pumping to this area. It was noticeably titillating with practically every step, plunging your mind into a sexually-charged haze.
You whined as excited flutters filled your cunt, you looked back over your shoulder at him. “It’s making me horny.”
He was smiling as he watched you. “Excellent, that’s how I want you.”
Your next stride was interrupted by his palm unexpectedly striking your butt. In your surprise, you jumped forward. This caused the greatest swing of the pendant, with it landing very solidly back against your clitoral hood. Your knees snapped together and your gut clenched in this heightened moment.
You didn’t get the chance to recover your footing before he was grabbing your bicep and pulling you off your path. You went with this momentum, ending up pushed against the wall by him. The pendant wasn’t settled yet, bringing a tightness to your throat. You hadn’t made it to the kitchen, stopped just shy of the dining room. It was impossible to say if you would have gotten the whole way to the kitchen if not for his interference.
And you found you didn’t care too much about this, not when you had him bearing down on you. He was still wearing that enticed smile as he pushed his hips into yours. He put his fingers to your chin, tilting your head back as he leaned in closer.
“Your pussy likes the little gift from Daddy?” He asked, slowly wiggling his hips from one side to the other, setting into the promising beginnings of friction.
“Uh-huh. It’s getting so wet.” You said.
“Dripping?”
You considered what you were feeling between your legs. “It will be soon.” He gave you a kiss as he continued his leisurely grinding on you. “It’s kinda ridiculous how wet you get me.”
“I think it’s an important job to make sure that gorgeous pussy stays wet.” He said, applying more kisses to your lips.
He braced himself with his hands resting on the wall, just above each of your shoulders. This made you feel wonderfully contained, surrounded by the building lust. As you kissed him back, you became acutely aware of just how long it had been since you had last had sex. Thinking about that stretch of time spawned a deep ache through you.
“Will you let me do my important job?” You borrowed his phrasing. But this just got you a confused look from him. You licked your lips, pushing through the trepidation to be unsubtle. “You know, a blow job.”
He nodded, winking one eye shut. “I get you. And obviously there’s no way I’m turning that down.” You bent your knees, getting your body lower. “You wanna do it right here?”
“Why not?” You responded, not hesitating in getting your knees down to the floor.
He bent down, hands on your cheeks as he secured a few more kisses from you. “You’re such a good girl. Just give me a shove if your head is bouncing against the wall too much. We don’t need you developing a concussion, or whatever.”
“Yeah, I don’t think your aftercare menu has that covered.” You said as he straightened up.
You undid the button on his jeans and got the zipper down. He helped you take the pants off, because it wasn’t enough to take them down, he had to get out of the jeans altogether. You were greeted by the sight of his boner stretching the fabric of his briefs. You got these out of your way, letting them rest around his knees.
You wrapped a hand around his hard shaft, but before you could get your mouth to the head, he was getting your attention by pulling your hair. Obediently, you looked up at him.
“Stick your tongue out for me.” He instructed, with you instantly extending your tongue out, presenting it to him. “Uh-huh. Now I’m gonna bounce my cock on it a little, so keep it just like that for me, okay?” His hand replaced yours on the shaft (the other still gripping strands of your hair). “Be a good girl and hold it nice and flat for Daddy.”
You felt the weight of his cock tapping against your tongue as you kept your eyes on his face. You saw the breathless smile that this activity brought to his face. He did this without any apparent rhythm, working himself up as felt best.
“Okay, you can kiss it now.” He said and you were quickly repositioning your mouth, changing so that you could begin treating the tip to kisses. “Yeah, show me how much you missed this fuckin’ cock.”
You saw the entranced look on his face as you let your kisses linger, your saliva wetting his taut skin. This graduated to you parting your lips, incorporating your tongue. At first it was just a little - briefly touching the tip to his head, before withdrawing when the kiss concluded.
Then flicking your tongue up became involved licking. You swirled your tongue all around the head. You saw his eyelids begin to flutter shut as you rapidly worked the tip of your tongue against his head.
“It’s been a hot minute, so I think we’re gonna need to just…” He kept his hand around his cock as he gently rocked forward, easing into your mouth at a slight angle. "...stretch that cheek a little." He guided the tip of his dick along the inside of your right cheek, momentarily pushing it out. Then he withdrew. "And the other one." Your left cheek was given the same treatment. "That feels better, huh?"
"Uh-huh." You responded, trying to not move your mouth too much.
He let go of his cock, seemingly ready to trust you going forward. But he kept his hand in your hair.
You placed your lips around his cock and slid forward. You drew most of his length into your mouth, beginning to massage all over it with your tongue. You let his taste dance across your palette as you listened to his heavy breathing.
Then you began to bob your head, stroking your lips up-and-down him. You shut your eyes as you concentrated on this task, listening and feeling his reactions. You flicked your tongue up sporadically, giving an extra element to some of your pumps. He kept his hips still, content to go with the tempo you were setting into.
"How about you wiggle those hips for me, my little fucktoy?" He asked. "Get that jewellery moving on your pretty clit, hm?" You found him still staring down at you. You began to gyrate your hips, setting the swinging pendant into motion again. It was immediately enticing, the tingles rapidly spreading out through you. "Uh-huh, get that pussy ready for me."
You moved your hips in little circles. You held him steady, close to the base as you kept working your mouth up-and-down, getting more of his cock moist with your spit. You shut your eyes and drew your cheeks in. His hand relaxed in your hair and you heard him let out a breathy moan.
You worked yourself up to a consistent pace, keeping the pendant rocking on your clitoral hood, without letting it distract you from the priority of his pleasure. You bobbed your head, finding a motion that you could comfortably maintain. Listening to his whimpers got you excited for what other sounds you could draw from him.
He increased the power of your strokes when he started to roll his hips to your tempo. You took your hand from his length, putting it to his balls instead, no longer needing to steady the shaft. His head moved deeper into you, getting closer to your throat.
"Yes. Good girl." He moaned, pressing the back of your head to the wall as he rocked his body weight forward. You tilted your head back, keeping your mouth in motion. "Oh, good girl."
He put his hands to the sides of your head, keeping you where he needed as he pumped his hips faster. He drove his tip along your tongue at a hungry rhythm and you could feel him quivering.
He lifted one of his feet from the floor, raising his leg so that he could brace his knee against the wall beside your head. This allowed him to thrust harder. You could feel drool running off of your lower lip as you kept up with him.
He worked his head into your throat, his fingers dug into your face as he got more desperate. Each of his loud moans bled into another, a consistent background sound to the wet noises of your mouth working on his cock.
"Oh my pet, yes." He let out a choked sob.
Your throat spasmed around him, your world freezing until his cum was being set loose into you. You were shaking as his hands let go of your face. He rocked back, fading into his climax. You looked up at him, marvelling at him in this state. His eyes were shut and he gradually emptied your mouth. You let yourself become still, your clit jewellery resting in place.
You steadily came back to your surroundings, running your hands up-and-down his legs as you continued to watch his recovery. He put his foot back on the ground, moving a little out of your personal space.
When he looked down at you, he smiled and started to run his fingers through your hair lovingly. "Kitty, you're so fuckin' good at that. I wasn't too rough, was I?"
"No, I'm okay." You said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
"Was that fun for you too?" He asked. "Did getting me off get you all worked up?"
"Uh-huh."
He pushed his briefs the rest of the way down and then removed his shirt. He offered his hands to you, helping you to your feet. "It's not just about me. I've got more planned for you." Once you were at his height, he threw his arms around you, kissing you. "I wanna get you out of that robe and get to enjoying that body you've been using to get me so worked up from a different fuckin' country."
"Yes, Master." You said, covering his lips with enthusiastic kisses. "Show me where thirst-trapping gets me."
He gave you another deep kiss, then placed one of his hands in yours. He started to walk in the direction of the dining table. As you went with him, you felt the jewellery shifting on your clitoral hood again and it got your heart beating faster.
He moved himself up onto the table, sitting on it. He beckoned you closer by curling his fingers in the air. You positioned yourself in the space between his thighs, the two of you starting to kiss. His hands went down to your sash, untying it and progressing to push the robe off of your shoulders. You kissed him deeper as the fabric fell away from your body, leaving you just as exposed as him. You placed your arms around his neck, teasing your tongue between his lips. His hands moved down your bare back as he opened his mouth, letting you rub your tongue against his.
He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tight, your chest flush to his. "Climb up here kitten, I want you on top of me."
He eased himself back a little and you lifted one knee up, setting it on the tabletop next to his butt. You rocked your body weight forward and got your other knee onto the table, his arms around you keeping you steady. He began kissing you again as you got settled into this position of straddling him. You could feel how hard he was as more of your body pressed into him, it made you pay extra attention to how sensitive the jewellery was making your clitoris feel.
He started to lean back, lying down on the surface. He put his hands to your hips, stroking up-and-down gently as you remained sitting up. "I love seeing what belongs to me like this. Do you belong to me, pet?"
"Of course I do." You said, comfortable and stable on top of him. You let your fingers explore over his torso as you enjoyed the way he looked at you. "I belong all to you, totally and completely, yours."
As he was looking into your eyes, he moved one of his hands off of your side, going towards the centre of your belly. He trailed his fingers down, going over the curve of the bottom of your belly and continuing lower. You bit into your bottom lip as his fingertips went across your mound, sliding down to where the jewellery was framing your clit. He reached lower, leaving this hot area in the interest of seeking out your entrance. You heard the wet sounds that your cunt made in response to his fingertips before he stretched you open with one finger.
"That especially belongs to you." You said, your voice quieter than before.
He smiled as he reached deeper between your walls. Your clit was quivering against the pendant and you felt your breath coming in faster. Your thighs clenched around his hips as you started to give your pleasure more priority in your mind.
“Did you play with this pussy at all while you were away?” He asked, beginning to work his finger inside of you.
“No, I didn’t have permission to.” You said.
He looked pleased as he added a second finger. “Good pet. You know just how to behave to keep me happy, don’t you?”
“It’s a privilege to make you happy.” You said.
He slowly worked his fingers inside of you, the arousal coming in a steady incline. You began to move your hips as you got more invested, gently thrusting in time with his pacing. Your movements got the pendant rocking, it swung forward with your momentum before returning to your clit with a tap. It gave you a burst of excitement each time and you knew it would soon be difficult to hide your greediness.
Once you realised he wasn’t going to put an end to your movements, you decided to experiment with what else he would let you get away with. With every rock, you eased yourself a little further forward, until you got your crotch up against his boner. Then you leaned back, while tilting your pelvis. This allowed you to start grinding your pussy on his bare cock. You felt his cock twitch as you relished in the extra friction you had harnessed.
You made sure to keep eye contact with him so that he could see exactly what his fingers and dick were doing to you. You knew how much he got off on that, your enjoyment existing for him.
He wrapped his unoccupied hand around his shaft. You tried to guess his next move as you kept yourself steady with each hand gripping his thighs. Your arms shook as he started directing the head of his cock to your entrance.
He worked swiftly, his cock sliding inside in the same instant that his wet fingers were taken out. Your walls gave a giddy flutter as he moved in deeper. You leaned your weight forward again, earning more sensations from the jewellery. You felt so wonderfully claimed by him as your cunt stretched to accommodate him.
“Did you want me to stay up like this, Master?” You asked.
He rested his hands on your lower back as his eyes moved up-and-down your body, assessing his options. “Yeah, I haven’t had enough of this sublime view yet. So long as you’re comfortable.”
He was the one to set the pace, thrusting up into you. You braced yourself with your hands on his stomach as you began to move with him. This kept the pendant swinging against your clit, driving you further from your sense of composure.
He struck your butt with his hand. "I'm gonna spank you. And I want you to clench that pussy every time I do, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He slapped the other cheek and you responded by manually clasping your walls around his length. Then you released with a shaky sigh. You didn't let your hips stop, working at staying in rhythm.
Your pussy tightened with the next spank and you could feel your whole body investing in this excitement. You plunged down harder on his cock as you kept reacting to his spanks. You were soon greeting the strikes with little cries as the sensations ruling your body only gained more power. Your knees were going weak and you shut your eyes, ready to get lost.
Soon there were little to no breaks between his persistent spanks, your cunt constantly squeezing him until you could feel his cock throbbing as it massaged you.
He progressed to just holding your ass in his hands, gripping each cheek with his fingers digging in. You clenched your walls, with the rest of your body tensing up. Happy whimpers were falling from his lips, accompanying your own needy moans. Your hands held tightly onto his sides as the intensity began to overwhelm you.
You rocked forward, your mouth seeking out his as the passion kept getting closer to bubbling over. His hands relaxed on your butt and he kissed you back. Your walls clenched uncontrollably as his speed increased, his hips recklessly pounding against yours. Breathy moans interrupted your kisses, but you unfailingly met his every thrust.
"I wanna switch…" He said, changing how he held onto you. "Will you let Daddy put you on your tummy?"
“Uh-huh.”
You climbed off of him, continuing to be stimulated by the rocking jewellery as you stood beside the table. He got up as well, offering his help to make your change in position as smooth as possible. You turned away from him, lying your chest down on the hard surface. Your feet remained on the floor as you braced yourself for more.
As he stepped in closer, he showed his appreciation for your presented ass by tapping his hand against each cheek. This only served to increase the desires inside of you, making you arch your back and squirm a little. When this motion caused the pendant to shift and drag over your swollen clit, you smiled to yourself.
You were grateful when he didn’t make you wait for penetration, it was a relief to be spared any further teasing. With one hand gripping your squishy hip, he buried his length into your cunt. Your breathing hitched as he filled you almost all the way up in an instant.
He began rocking his hips into you, stroking himself into a persistent rhythm. You could feel his head rubbing at parts of your pussy that had been inaccessible to him in the previous position, harnessing new sensitivities.
As you moved with him, you felt him sliding in deeper. It only took a few more thrusts to get him to the greatest depth, his movements harmonising with how the pendant knocked against your clit to keep taking you higher.
"Daddy, ah..." You whimpered when you felt his tip collide with your sweet spot.
The movements of his hips became more concentrated, keeping himself at your g-spot with short strokes. He grinded into your butt, still giving you so much energy. "Is that where you want it? Has Daddy found the perfect spot to fuck you?"
You squeezed your eyes shut, writhing on the table. "Yes, yes, yes." You responded, your voice getting squeakier.
"If I keep fucking you here, will you show me how much you missed me by covering my cock in your cum, huh? Will you do that for me?" He asked.
"Yes, I will."
He put both of his hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls firmly. He gripped your cheeks as he smacked his hips into you quicker than before. Your mouth hung open as you felt yourself becoming entirely overwhelmed, he was leaving you with no chance to regain your composure.
You gave one last powerful thrust to meet him before it all became too much and you were rocketing over your edge. Your eyes rolled back as you dissolved into the pleasure, all of the tension leaving your body.
As you tingled and shivered, he kept going, chasing a second orgasm for himself. He powered into you, rutting between your spasming walls. You held your breath, held at this spectacular height with the excitement firing little sparks all through your body.
He gave a loud series of incoherent cries as he started unloading into you, bucking so as to drive the cum deeper. Your knees buckled and your hands curled into useless fists as you whimpered through this stunning conclusion.
"Oh, kitty…" He exhaled, his hands releasing from your butt as he pulled out.
You let yourself go limp on the table, working to catch your breath. You felt like you were in a daze, whiny moans painting your exhales every so often.
"You okay?" He asked in response to your silence.
You slowly lifted your head to the feeling of him stroking his fingers up-and-down your back. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You began to get up, moving to sit in one of the closeby chairs. "I can take this jewellery off now, right? Please?"
"Of course, of course." He said, even helping you take the straps down. "It didn't hurt you at all, did it? Because I could kiss it better, maybe." He winked at you.
"No, it doesn't hurt. It's just so fucking intense." You said.
He held it by the elastic. "I'll have to go back to the website to see how to clean this properly. Come on, let's get you somewhere more comfortable. How do you feel?"
"I'm good. That was quite the welcome home."
Your legs were still feeling a bit shaky when you got back to the bed. He laid down with you, one arm wrapped around you while he reached for something with the other. He placed the menu in front of your face and you took it.
He kissed you on the cheek. "Pick what you want."
You were smiling to yourself as you opened it, you weren't quite sure where to start. "Can I get some food?"
"Of course, baby. Do you wanna go get something or can I make you something?" He asked.
"Can I have a bowl of mac and cheese?"
"That's it?"
"Yeah." You said with a shrug. "What did you think I was gonna ask for, a four course meal, something made from scratch?"
He shook his head. "Mac and cheese coming right up." He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before getting up. He pulled on some clothes before leaving the room.
You didn't wait long before leaving as well, dressing yourself in a shirt and comfortable panties. You went back to your pink suitcase, this time you didn't get distracted from locating your gift for him.
"Okay, give me more than five seconds to make it." He said as you walked into the kitchen. "I haven't even gotten the water to boil yet."
"Good, that means you've got time for me to give you your gift now." You said, holding the small package out of sight behind your back.
"Ooh, yes." He turned away from the stove at once.
You placed it in the palm of his hand and he tore the paper away to reveal a beaded necklace. He lifted up the minimalist design, looking at the gemstones in the light.
"Do you like it?" You asked. "I know that you're literally the last person in the world who needs a new necklace, you could get any, even designer shit. But I- that's the gemstone for my star sign, so I thought you might like to wear it when we're apart and I also thought it would look really good on you."
"I love it. Thank you, kitten." He said, instantly undoing the small clasp so that he could place the accessory around his neck. "I'm gonna wear it all the time."
You smiled, enjoying how the coloured stones looked on his skin. "It's kind of a similar idea to yours, a little reminder of me, just not sexual."
"And it's perfect." He said, pecking you on the lips. "How does it look?"
"Gorgeous." You said. "I'm so happy that you like it."
"How could I not? I love everything and anything that gives me an excuse to think about you. 'Cause I love you."
You wrapped your arms around his waist, further distracting him from making your food because you wanted to kiss him more. "I love you too."
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Candy Coated [Chapter Eight] The Calm Before the Storm [Buddha]
A/n: I apologize for taking so long to get this chapter out. The next one is going to start the beginning of Ragnarok. So please enjoy.
Also, the art above was drawn by the talented @rain-in-the-clouds. Thank you, hun. Stay tuned for this scene later.
Warning(s): anxiety, female reader (can be read as GN), teasing, realization.
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The time is nigh.
Ragnarok draws near and you are not hardly ready to witness the bloodshed that will come with it. How is a human meant to take on a God? The thought plagues you well into the evening, so much so that you chose to remain in your room.
This marks the final day of your residence in Saṃsāra, the Realm of the Gods, and the gospel truth is you do not want to leave. It isn't fair. How can Yue-Lao tether you to a God and then take him away from you, as if he means nothing? He does and you–
An embarrassed heat spreads across your face as you realize just how much Buddha means to you.
"You have every right to be mad…but you aren't the only one. I'm sure Bu-chan was just as upset as you and she isn't even a human. Leave this to her and focus on us," he had told you.
It must have been then, through the irritation and the bafflement, in his arms, when you knew. Perhaps it had been sooner, but you were too fixated on the effects of the tether to notice. Or too oblivious.
But what did he mean? Why did Buddha tell you to focus on the two of you?
You honestly don't know but with Ragnarok coming, the feelings are there, albeit too late you fear. Why does this happen? Why do humans realize too late how they feel about someone who has been nothing but kind to them?
With a deep sigh, you set out an outfit on your coffee table. It will be the one you wear tomorrow to the arena. You consider wearing your human clothes, the ones you died in, but opt not to. It's silly, but you don't want to draw more attention to the fact you are a human tethered to Buddha.
But perhaps that's what I want the Gods to see.
Your head is a labyrinth. Needing a moment to breathe, you leave the room and head outside. The sky is so clear today. It's ironic considering how bleak you feel.
For the next hour, you wander around the abandoned village, doing the best you can to entertain your thoughts and relax. It seems to work, however, anxiety clings to you like a monster, whispering in your ear and reminding you that tomorrow is the tournament.
You head toward the river in hopes to rest your legs but as you approach, you see Buddha sitting near the bank. An air of calmness washes over you as you stare at him, putting to rest your thoughts. Had you looked at the red cords around your ankles, you would have seen that he was nearby. Your face heats up and though you consider turning around, you opt not to.
"May I join you?"
Buddha peeks over his shoulder and grins; a lollipop rests in the space between his cheek and teeth.
"If you want."
You do. Sitting by his side, you notice a package on his lap, but you don't ask about it, turning your eyes to the river. Sadness washes over you as you stare at the clear water. This will be the last time you see it, you are sure.
"There is a lot on your mind," Buddha remarks.
You hum in agreement knowing that he can feel your emotions via the tether, both good and bad. That means he probably already knows what you mean to him.
"I'm not ready for tomorrow, but I know that it can't be prevented. And then I–"
Pausing a moment, you take an uneasy breath.
"I don't want to leave this place. I want to stay with you."
Turning your eyes to him to gauge his expression, you jerk in fear as an uneaten lollipop appears in your line of sight. Your cheeks heat up as he laughs at your response.
He didn't have to scare me like that.
You take the lollipop from him, spinning it between your fingers.
"Then stay with me," Buddha states. "You can reach enlightenment with me if that's what you want."
It's not that easy. The humans would have to win for you to stay with him. Or else you will face extinction. Hesitantly linking your arm with his, you lean against his shoulder. Your body and mind feel so rested like this. If only it could last.
"I'm not sure why, but I feel calm around you. Like my worries are gone."
"It isn't the tether making you feel that way, nor me," Buddha mentions with a smile.
You raise a confused brow. If not influenced by him, then who. You've been a nervous wreck all morning and now there is nothing.
"Who–"
"I'm not telling," Buddha teased, removing his lollipop to poke his tongue out.
You huff in response. Sometimes he can be childish. Releasing his arm, you snag the candy from him.
"Then I'll just have to borrow this."
With a cheeky grin, you lift the candy to your mouth, giving it a lick. The wide-eyed expression on his face makes you laugh.
"Greed is a root evil, you know," Buddha states.
"I never said I wouldn't give it back," you retort, holding the candy out to him.
Instead of grabbing it with his hand, he leans forward and takes the candy into his mouth. Your face heats up. Somehow it feels like your attempt to tease him backfired. Buddha laughs in response and reaches into his lap for the package, offering it over.
"This is for you. I was holding onto it."
For me?
You open it, stunned to see an outfit inside. It's modern, a bit like the one you died in, but on the upper left chest area is a stencil of Usa-chan, the rabbit with the eye patch that is on the front of Buddha's shirt.
"You had this made for me? When?"
"Before we attended the council meeting," Buddha answers.
He's thoughtful. This, along with the other clothes, is more than you could have ever asked for.
This made up my mind.
"I'll wear it tomorrow. Thank you, Shaka."
You want the Gods to see you dressed as a human. If you could do more, you would. Though, it does make you wonder if Buddha wants to see humans live too. He once was one, before he attained enlightenment.
Lifting on your knees, you lean forward and kiss his cheek.
"Even though it has no purpose, as far as we know, I've rather enjoyed being tethered to you."
Buddha turns his eyes to you and grins. He doesn't comment, but you can sense that he feels the same. For the first time today, you are hopeful for the future, for your afterlife at your soulmate's side.
Leaning your head against his shoulder, you take a deep and relaxed breath. A moment later, you feel Buddha's cheek rest against your head.
"I do too, you know, want you to stay here," he utters.
Your face heats up. It makes you happy to hear that you aren't the only one.
I don't care if we ever find Yue-Lao. I want to stay here. I want to be with Shaka. The tether means nothing.
Or so you think.
Unbeknownst to you, however, the Chinese God of Marriage and Love was not one to play tricks. His set futures were never unplanned. However, as a favor to a certain someone, he made an exception.
The tether between God and mortal was simply a tool in someone else's plan.
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Getting in an argument w/ Slenderman
wooo part three of this silly little mini series, you can find the other two parts in the creepypasta masterlist! its in my pinned!
side note this song has had a choke hold on me since yesterday, been playing it on loop while writing
back to the post i think imma write this part and maybe another part then take another break, need to go eat
oooo okay so this one is going to be interesting because i think a lot of the time he just kind of rolls with what you want as long as it doesnt stand in the way of his plans and whole deal
but on the chance you guys get into a disagreement, one that leads to you two (well mostly you) arguing, its a lot calmer than you would expect
heres the thing, hes this old ancient being that literally 'hunts' via stalking, hes probably very patient and really its your time that your wasting; hes still going to be here far longer than you will be
if its something that puts your physical or mental health hes going to do what he deems as best for you, which may lead to some boundary breaking... perhaps thats what you guys end up fighting over?
really you can yell at him for as long as you want, hes not going to fight back thanks to the patience thing.. .though if you do say something out of line he will snap back
if its the case of him going behind your back doing what he feels is necessary to protect you or better your life its unlikely that hes going to apologize
this is probably going to be the closest i will ever get to writing something that can fit into yandere territory, but in his mind he thinks what hes doing is for the best and either way youre stuck with him and hes going to be damned if you try to back out now
even if it leads into the end of your relationship hes going to be lingering in the background making sure youre still alive, at least
okay and then you guys rekindle because he ends up saving your life/j
actually wait that sounds like an interesting scenario, might save that for later if not you guys are free to run with that
okok going back to more softer stuff, if you guys dont break up or it isnt that serious, hes probably going to give you gifts or offerings if youre giving him the cold shoulder
does he think you giving him the silent treatment is immature? yes, but hes still trying to fully wrap his head around human behaviors so hes not going to talk about it, for now at least
that said i do think he might have a bit of a temper, although he mostly shows it to others.. it likely wont ever happen in a heated argument with you, but he is prone to getting snarly and mean with others
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ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3
Rating: explicit| Warnings / Tags: m x m smut, use of sex toys, spanking, spanking via a belt, use of a vibrator, bondage, some degrading language used
Summary: TK posts a picture that certainly gets Carlos' attention.
Author's Note: This fic took entirely too long to write, but that happens sometimes. What started out as me being silly (and a little parnoid to share parts of this fic because I was having issues with someone copying my ideas) and using [redacted] in place of names when posting sneak peaks of this turned into my actually titling it that. I had a lot of fun with this fic. Thank you to @paperstorm , @thebumblecee , @mooshkat , @cowlos-reyes , and @detective-giggles for allowing me to scream about this fic to no end. Thank you to @meditating-honey-badger for being the best beta.
And thank you to my lovely friend in the TWP Discord who are always so encouraging and wonderful. This fic would be nowhere without you guys.
set in the same universe as my slutty carlos fics We can get a little crazy just for fun
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Carlos has the day off so he decides that he’s going to spend it visiting with his sisters and their children. It’s been a few weeks since he’s last seen them - busy with work, attending galas, and keeping up with TK - so he wants to take advantage of the day off while TK has to work. They try to get their days off to line up so they can spend time together without being tired from work, but there are always a few days during the month when things don’t align perfectly.
They don’t mind though, they use those days to do things they might not do when they’re off together. Sometimes TK attends meetings or spends the day on Facetime with Jonah - virtually going to museums and other places - and Carlos usually spends the time with his family or any of the dozen errands he never seems to have time to catch up on.
On this day he met up with his sisters and their families at one of the local restaurants for breakfast and then Carlos tagged along with them to the aquarium for the afternoon - thankfully not the zoo because last time his nieces and nephews made him go through the reptile exhibit and Carlos had hated it. Fish were much safer to look at and there was no chance of seeing a lizard.
They’re on their way to the dolphin show when his phone chimes with TK’s text tone. He digs through his pocket for his phone and gets it out, pulling the preview down to look at it. It’s a picture, and Carlos is almost certain it’s probably something he shouldn’t be looking at in public. He makes an excuse, dips into the nearest restroom, and opens the text.
His mouth goes dry as the picture loads. It’s obscene and unsafe to look at in the aquarium, but he can’t help it. His body heats up, cock twitching in his jeans and he’s filled with want that just keeps growing the longer he looks at it. TK is in the shower, sitting on the floor, and the glass door is steamy - probably due to TK trying to make a faux sauna in their bathroom. He has one leg bent at the knee, the other crossed on the floor in a position that makes him very open and if it wasn’t for the towel artfully draped across his middle Carlos would be able to see everything.
Carlos spends entirely too long looking at the picture, taking in every single detail, and committing it to memory. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to finish the day with his family with that image burned into his brain. It takes all his self-control and willpower to pull his eyes from the photo and type out a message to TK.
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the biology of slime rancher
my friend @chickennuggetonastick and i are extremely, super duper normal about the slime rancher video games and we have developed a lot of speculative headcanons about the universe!! here are just some of them so far:
SLIME BASICS
Slimes are a taxon of alien lifeforms native to the Far, Far Range. They are generated from the strange slimy substance of the Slime Sea, and new slimes either emerge from the ground via Slime Sea liquid deposits, or they emerge from the sea itself. They're made of a mineral-and-water based sludge and don't yet have a confirmed method of reproduction, though they're very numerous and many species seem to be specialized for specific diets and environments. Speaking of diets, slimes do seek out and metabolize food, but not for the same reasons that Earth animals do—all slimes are actually slowly crystallizing over time, and in order to maintain their goopy state, they have to eat. Metabolizing food items provides the slime energy and the building blocks for their bodies to continue making slime material, but most importantly, the chemical process releases heat, keeping the slime warm and reducing the rate of crystallization.
The crystallization never actually stops, though, so slimes need to eat regularly or they will "petrify" into a solid, dormant state.
Dousing a petrified slime with water will briefly return it to its goopy state and give it a chance to get a bite to eat. (This also can explain why spraying hungry largos in-game delays the time it takes for them to go feral.)
Slimes' bodies also compartmentalize the crystallizing parts of their bodies into large chunks and occasionally expel them; these are plorts, and as all ranchers know, they're useful for humans and can be sold for lots of money.
HOW DO SLIMES EAT?
All slimes need to do to get food into their systems is engulf it (kind of like an amoeba). Many slimes have evolved mouthparts or teeth, but these don't actually aid in the processing of the food; in carnivorous slimes, they're used to keep moving prey like chickens in place for digestion, and many fruit-eating slimes use their mouthparts to remove fruit from trees for ease of engulfing.
Feral slimes are very hungry slimes that have already begun to partially crystallize (this is why all feral slimes have "teeth", even if they did not have them before going feral. The teeth are sharp deposits of crystal). They attack anything in sight even if they're not carnivorous because they're super desperate to keep themselves from going dormant.
This loss of rational thinking is what may lead feral slimes to ingest plorts of different types, which transforms them into tarrs.
TARRS
The tarr transformation in a slime completely transforms and mutates the original slime's anatomy. The slime's membrane will no longer be tolerant to water, and dousing a tarr in water or throwing it into the slime sea will dissolve its membrane entirely, leaving behind the slime material of the original slime. This material will, over time, eventually emerge from the ground or the slime sea as a new slime that does not retain any of the memories, experiences, or personality it had before becoming a tarr.
the slime sea is a whole other can of worms that I'll probably get into later but yeah!! i like slimes
#slime rancher headcanons#slime rancher#text post#long post#speculative biology#art#my art#oystersauce art 😭
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would YOU like to hear some fun kieran and florian facts from my apple of my eye series? here you go.
regarding sweet foods and sweets, kieran has a preference for fruit-flavored stuff, but not the artificial ones! I feel like he'd also like tanghulu as well as other candied fruits.
kieran used to drink energy drinks almost daily pre-indigo disk, but he doesn't drink them as much anymore.
florian's choice of caffiene is tea! mainly because it's a common staple from galar. they like to put sugar and creamer in their teas, and have a preference for black teas. early grey is probably his favorite tea, though he loves trying out all sorts of teas.
since moving to paldea, though, florian's more open to drinking coffee; kieran, on the other hand, despises coffee because it tastes bitter.
florian also usually carries a big thermos of hot tea since it can get really cold in the early mornings and at night.
even though they both run a little hot, they actually love wearing each other's outerwear (jackets, sweatshirts, sweaters, etc.) are they both dying in the heat? yes. are they going to take off their jacket? no. after all, it's their favorite person's clothes :)
florian probably smells really clean, like laundry detergent or the outdoors, whereas kieran always smells like candied apples. his hydrapple loves getting pets and playing around with him, so its supersweet syrup ability kinda just. rubbed off on him. permanently.
so florian's obviously from galar, right? but did you know that he's actually cousins with elio (protag from pkmn sun in alola)? both of his alolan regional forms (ninetails and raichu) were caught there when their family went to visit a few years back
also their raichu is shiny. because I have a shiny raichu named hersey.
florian is also very well known as like. That Guy that shows up whenever and usually in the weirdest places. they spend most of their time in the wild shiny hunting for pokemon (and he has a tendency to just. not check his phone at all for hours) so ppl just cannot get a hold of him unless he’s like. in the same physical space as them.
kieran's the sole exception (plus his mother) of ppl florian actually responds to on time. they’re also probably the only ppl in his favorite contacts, just so that he still gets their notifs when he’s on dnd (which is. all the time. shiny hunting requires a lot of focus!!)
on the topic of phones. kieran gets one. its a plot reason but he gets one eventually. he really wanted to wait until he saw florian again so he could have them as the first person in his contacts but carmine wouldnt let him (he has to contact his family somehow! kieran was kinda miffed about it)
kieran’s sooo a default texter. like normal caps and autocorrect. he still spells a few things wrong but he fixed it in another msg if he can. he also doesn't msg as often since he’s not used to having a phone and generally uses it to keep in touch with his friends and family.
if kieran has any social media its def to just research the trends in the competitive scene (and most of his posts are reddit style where he does intense theorycrafting with other competitve nerds)
florian's also like. ghost level texter. they will leave you on read (not actually, they turned that off so penny would stop getting mad at him for not replying for days.) he’s definitely very casual regarding tone and doesn’t talk much via text. he is, however, a big fan of calls! especially calling kieran (to no one’s surprise)
kieran's also the only one that florian actually texts to in a somewhat expressive manner. when kieran shows his texts with florian to the others theyre all like. are we talking about the same person. are you sure that’s florian and not an imposter.
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My question is a bit weird but do you think that Vegeta knows about menstrual cycle , reproductive health,..stuff like that ?
( I just got my period and this thought just randomly popped out of my mind .)
I have literally thought about this before! Short answer: I think he does in a limited capacity.
I think that, while it's true he was never around any saiyans who menstruated as an adolescent or adult, he's not the sort to remain willfully ignorant about the biology of his own species. (I mean, he probably has to be aware of all different kinds of creatures' biology to know how to kill them, honestly.) Yes, he's really uncomfortable around anything to do with sex and reproduction. How could he NOT be, given that he's painfully aware he's the last of his kind, the only survivors not reproductively compatible with each other? But it's also precisely because of this fact that he'd eventually have to face and understand why this was the case.
There's no way he wouldn't be curious even if he tried to repress it. What other types of saiyans could be like. How their bodies worked. Particularly forbidden and mysterious because all of them were gone. (Something being impossible definitely tempts a fixation if it doesn't create one.) He probably asked in extremely indirect ways looking for answers (he would NEVER address it outright). Nappa and Raditz may have volunteered information or let little details slip. And...as dark as it is, I can imagine Freeza "educating" him about what he's lost. Little reminders or remarks here and there rubbing in Vegeta's face how he's the last of his bloodline.
All of that said, I don't think that saiyans menstruate in the exact same way humans do. For one, their planet and its moon certainly don't follow the same calendar as Earth. So their menstrual cycles may or may not line up with lunar cycles the way human ones do (roughly). Their biology probably adapted to their planet and their warrior lifestyle. I can imagine that a saiyan who trains very harshly or is in brutal wartime conditions might not menstruate at all (just like very athletic humans or humans under stressful conditions can stop menstruating).
On the other hand, though, I can also imagine that, like humans, saiyans generally have to be fertile pretty frequently in order to maintain their population due to the high death rate. There are several ways this can be the case. They can have a longer fertile window in their cycle. Ovulation itself could be responsive to certain kinds of sexual activity/fluid contact as it is with some animals on Earth. Or saiyans could have more control over when they are fertile than humans do, say, via intentional increased food intake that signals to their body that they are in safe enough conditions to risk a pregnancy. While I know it's popular in fanon, I don't think seasonal "heats" are very conducive to population maintenance---again, due to the selection pressure towards frequent fertile windows. A longer, less frequent window results in less fertile time overall, fewer opportunities.
So now with that considered, what does Vegeta know when he arrives on Earth? He probably knows that some saiyans menstruated sometimes. He knows what menstruation is and why it happens. He's aware of the dimorphic variations in saiyan bodies even if he avoided any kind of conversation or media that goes beyond perfunctory, practical details. It's a source of pain and loss for him even if he's not emotionally intuitive enough to understand that. He knows why he can't have children with any of his comrades and the mechanism behind it.
But at the same time, he's not necessarily going to assume that human bodies work exactly the same way as saiyan bodies. He's traveled all over the galaxy and seen lots of different species variations. Some of them humanoid (saiyanoid?) just like Earthlings are (I have a ton of headcanons about this). And their bodies are all a bit different from his even when they are similar.
So, say, if Bulma tells him that she's menstruating, he's not going to be shocked by it. He's not going to be totally lost. But he also probably isn't going to anticipate some of the little details about human menstruation. He's not going to know how long it lasts, for example. (Like, saiyans may have shed the uterine lining in a much quicker fashion when they did menstruate for practical reasons... So I can see him being a little surprised when human menstruation happens more gradually over a longer period.) He's not going to know how frequently it happens until he observes it or is told. He's not going to anticipate how painful and unpleasant the experience can be for an Earthling. He's not going to know any of the social cues around it. It probably wouldn't occur to him that many humans don't like having sex or engaging in certain sex acts while menstruating. He barely knows the social narratives around his own species menstruating, nevermind those of humans.
More generally, I'd conclude that Vegeta knows the basics of sexual health and reproduction. He knows how reproduction occurs for his species. He has a drive for sex and eventually figures out that those cravings and bodily responses are related to reproduction even if he avoids it as much as he can. (Though I can imagine the way he finds out that those responses are sexual might be less than ideal. His situation is fucked up in so many ways.) He'd have to face all of it eventually. He wouldn't remain in the dark about why he was the last of his kind whether because of his own need to understand and/or because it was being rubbed in his face constantly.
#ask astral#vegeta#saiyans#menstruation cw#thinking way too hard and seriously about made up species biology lol
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