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#UGH its so all over the place but pls ;;
artheresy · 7 months
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Playing Jingliu’s story quest at 3 am is a severe mistake, I just got to the part of Blade thinking about the past after Jingliu killed him for that brief point and it brought me to tears, not even like single tear type stuff, like I haven’t stopped actively crying since I got to that part
I can’t tell if I would have cried this much at a more reasonable time because Blade’s my favorite and his VA’s performance like severely impacted me or if its just because I am very tired and fragile at this time of day
EITHER WAY, W O W OUCH, I am in so much pain, I am in infinite pain and seeing people talking about this pointing out stuff is not making it any better. I am so going to be annoying about this quest maybe tomorrow and talk about it because OH MY GOD it was so good jessuusss
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xbellaxcarolinax · 10 months
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Pls do one where The reader is like chubby and self conscience about her stomach and miguel convinces her that its okay and like fucks her 😋
I may have gotten carried away lol
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NSFW below the cut.
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"Amor," Miguel called from the bed, "c'mere."
You ignored him, staring at yourself in the full-length mirror in your bedroom. You frowned, poking and prodding at your stomach, grabbing the soft skin in your hands and squeezing.
You hated it. You hated the plumpness of your body, the roundness of your hips, the thickness of your thighs.
Something about the day made you more self-conscious than usual, your eyes searching for every detail of your body to detest.
"Hey," Miguel called out again, "you coming or what?" You didn't turn around to acknowledge him, choosing to look at him through the mirror. His thick brows were raised, and his body relaxed as he lay comfortably on your bed with nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He patted the empty space beside him, ready for the movie night you promised him.
“¿Qué te pasa, hm?" He stood, stretching his limbs before padding over to stand behind you, pressing his chiseled body against your back. His hands fell on your shoulders as he towered over you. You couldn't see his face, the mirror not long enough to reveal anything above the middle of his chest. 
You leaned back against his warmth, feeling tears prick your eyes. You couldn't really explain where all these emotions were coming from. You felt ugly, even more so with Miguel's perfect form standing behind you. 
His large hand skimmed your chest, fingers dancing over your collarbone and up your neck, gripping it gently before tipping your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. Your watery eyes met his determined ones, and he could see the uncertainty within. 
"¿Qué pasó, amor?" He asked again, stroking the delicate skin of your throat. You sniffled, a few traitorous tears slipping down the sides of your face. 
You hated crying—and over something so trivial, too. You felt ridiculous, ripping yourself from his grip to furiously wipe your face free of the salty streaks. 
"You gonna talk to me?" He pursed his lips, arms now crossed over his broad chest. 
"Look at me, Miguel!" You cried, pointing at the mirror with an open hand. He grunted, bending down comically to be at your level, gazing at you through the mirror.
"What am I supposed to be seeing?" He asked, his eyes raking over your form. You were in your sports bra and panties, skin bare and glowing from your recent shower. 
"Ugh!" You dropped your face in your hands, almost in hysterics. Your words were muffled, and Miguel sucked his teeth, standing to his full height again, yanking your hands away from your face. 
"Hablame claro." 
You sighed, biting your lip. Your hands went back to your stomach and down the sides of your hips, sniffling. “Look at me,” you repeated softly, your fingers pressing into your skin, “I look…”
“Beautiful?” Miguel offered, pulling you flush against his chest again, wrapping his arms around you. You scoffed, turning your head away when he tried to place a kiss on your temple. “Hey, basta,” he warned, pinching the meat of your thigh. You yelped, slapping his hand away.
“But, my stomach,” you continued, almost whining, more tears beading at the corners of your eyes.
“What about it?” Miguel tightened his hold on you, one of his hands laying over the plumpness of your abdomen. He brushed his thumb back and forth over your soft skin, finally able to place a kiss on your temple like he’d been wanting to. Your shoulders sagged and you looked away from your reflection, laying your cheek against the warm skin of his arm.
Miguel wrapped his fingers around your jaw, forcing you to look back toward the mirror.
“Look at you,” he whispered, holding you close, “look at how beautiful you are. Hermosa.” His hands moved down the sides, gently groping along the way, “And all this for me, hm?” One of his hands snaked down your front and past the waistband of your panties. With two skillful fingers, he parts your lips, swirling them against your clit before swiping down toward your entrance. He tapped his fingers there, once, then twice, before slipping them inside.
“M-Miguel,” your voice hitched, hands gripping his forearms. You whined when he began thrusting his fingers, holding your squirming form by your stomach, “w-wait, what are you—”
“Showing you how beautiful you are,” he growled, spreading your juices over your clit and your lips, “Look at yourself, look how fucking beautiful you look like this,” again he forced your head to face the mirror, “abre los ojos, amor.” 
By that point you had your eyes screwed shut, but he repeated his command, and you opened your blurry eyes, focusing them on your face, flushed and with a sheen of sweat. Your panties had a large wet spot from Miguel working you, his hand digging deep into the meat of your belly, gripping you firmly as he worked to bring you pleasure. 
“Mira,” he marveled at you, watching your body move against his fingers, grinding your hips as he circled your clit, “you see what I see?” You whimpered when he shoved his thick fingers inside you again, moaning as you threw your head back.
“Uh-uh,” Miguel chastised, “don’t you dare look away, keep looking—mhm, that’s it, feels good, right?”
“M-mhm.” You were mewling now, Miguel’s fingers stretching you deliciously. Your eyes were glued to the mirror, and you watched his hand move under your panties, noting how the wet splotch grew larger, your slick spreading between your thighs. You looked so good in Miguel’s hands, your body seemingly made just for him to hold and play with. You felt his length pressed against your ass, large and hot, ready for attention. That aroused you more than anything, knowing that he enjoyed you just the way you are. 
He was going faster now, an unrelenting pace that had moan after moan pulled from your throat, until finally, you released a moan that informed Miguel you were coming undone, and seconds later, you were gushing all over his fingers and palm. 
“Damn, mama, never made you do that before, huh?” Miguel chuckled, smooching your sweat-slicked hair. 
“Huh?” You pant, finally dragging your eyes away from your reflection in favor of glancing down between your legs. You were absolutely soaked. Your panties were soaked through, your juices running down your trembling thighs. That’s never happened before. 
Miguel pulled out his hand from between your heated legs. He was coated with your slick up to the wrist, his digits and palm shiny with it. 
“You’re a squirter,” he grinned when you attempted to elbow him in the stomach, “that’s my girl.” 
He released you, using his dry hand to pull down his briefs while the other coated his cock with your slick. He pumped himself a few times, pulling back the skin to reveal his large tip, weeping with anticipation. 
“You ready for me?” He muttered with a tilt of his head, eyes heavy with arousal. 
You attempted to get on the bed but he stopped you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against his chest once again. 
“Not the bed,” he said hotly, “in front of the mirror. I want you to watch.”
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Amor- Love
Qué te pasa- What's the matter
Qué pasó- What happened
Hablame claro- Speak clearly
Basta- Stop it
Hermosa- Beautiful
Abre los ojos- Open your eyes
Mira- Look
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cranberryjuice-posts · 2 months
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Pls do more Clarisse!!!! I love the way you write her!! Maybe something with reader being a child of Aphrodite. Here are some ideas you’re free to choose from! Or none at all
• Reader is told that she’s “not pretty enough to be a child of Aphrodite” and Clarisse finds her crying softly and she comforts her
•Reader tells Clarisse how much she likes to bake and Clarisse makes her bake stuff with her
•Clarisse gets her hair and nails and stuff done bye reader
Thank you!
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- colors of your eyes -
Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Aphrodite! Reader
An - I loved these prompts sm UGH 😭😭 so I decided to use them all but I’m twisted some to make more sense
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“Stop im serious!” You laughed as clarisse flicked some flour at you. It was your one year anniversary, so the entire day clarisse had been letting you plan out multiple dates for one another thus explaining why her hair was braided back some with flowers in it and her makeup done.
Currently you had made arrangements with Chiron to use the kitchen to bake for a few hours. — Clarisse smiled as you started to playfully wrestle with her having a small flour fight. “Ok ok truce” She chuckled dusting some of the powder off of her. Decided to have the final say however you stood close to clarisse under the assumption that you were going to kiss her. Before your lips connected you placed your thumb on clarisses nose dragging the flour down.
Clarisse rolled her eyes at your actions. “Really? No now you owe me a kiss”
“I don’t owe you anything actually” you laughed trying to playfully fight again clarisse as she tried to kiss you. After a few moments though you gave in letting her have what she wanted.
Placing your arms around her neck you leaned back some letting her have more control over the kiss. Giggling you started to speak teasing remarks against the girls lips “mm, who knew clarisse was such a hopeless romantic”
Clarisse jokingly pushed you away. “Gods your such a pain in my ass”
“Awww your so cute when your mad” you continued to tease her. The timer for the cookies went off, peeling away from clarisse you went to the oven pulling out the chocolate chip cookies.
Taking them off the tray you set them aside onto a cup. Clarisse walked towards you hugging you from behind. Leaning back into your girlfriend you smiled just enjoying the peace of it all.
Being a demigod you were never allowed to have a normal life let alone have a normal relationship. Finding clarisse you believe was the best thing to happen to you. But being a demigod especially a daughter of Aphrodite didn’t come without its own set of critiques.
“What’s wrong” clarisse questioned squeezing your waist softly. Being brought back to reality you turned around to face her, softly smiling at clarisse you leaned kissing her cheek. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it” clarisse looked suspicious but eventually let it go just trusting you.
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The bondfire continued to be your favorite time of night day after day. Finishing a sing along you kissed clarisses cheek before getting up— heading towards the dining hall for a drink.
Once there you spoke into the goblet saying you wanted your favorite soda, taking a sip you over heard a few girls near by talking.
“I know she’s such a fucking bitch”
“Honestly, like why does clarisse date her, there’s no way that she isn’t desperate, she probably just using her to get to silena”
“Honestly and if I was Aphrodite I would of never claimed such an ugly girl, she doesn’t even deserve to be her daughter”
Your grip on the cup tightened. ForWeeks now you’ve heard the same group of girls talking shit about you. Normally what other people said didn’t matter but them saying you shouldn’t of been claimed by Aphrodite…. That broke the final straw.
Hot tears fell down your face. Holding your head down you silently prayed to stop crying. The emptiness of the dining hall felt even more alone than normal. Maybe they were right. Maybe Aphrodite shouldn’t of claimed you, maybe clarisse really was desperate maybe everything everyone had said really had been true.
“Damn there you are, common the Apollo kids started arguing with the Athena cabin” Clarisse laughed as she walked over. Her hands finding themselves around your waist while she grabbed you from behind.
After a moment she felt your broken yet silent cries. Almost immediately she turned you around, looking down at you with a critical look. “Who.”
“No one, just forget it please” you sniffed. Clarisse however shook her head. “No who made you cry “
You knew she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted but in reality all you wanted right now was for her to comfort you. “Please.. just drop it” practically begging her you leaned into Clarisses warm presence.
Without a second thought clarisse Held you close to her. Gently running a hand up and down your back, she squeezed you ever so slightly. “Common, let’s go to my cabin” she muttered.
Laying in clarisses bed you silently faced her. Playing with one of her curls you had a soft smile while clarisse Held you close.
Kissing your forehead she pulled back some. “Can you tell me what happened at least.” She asked.
You stayed quiet. You wanted to be honest with her but what if she agreed with what they all said. “Look whatever it is it won’t change a thing about us.. ok” she lifted your head slowly while giving you a gentle look.
“Some girls. They’ve been saying this for weeks but I over heard them talking about how I’m a bitch or something dumb, they said that you were only dating me because you were desperate and wanting to get closer to silena and.. that I should of never been claimed as Aphrodites daughter”
Clarisse Just leaned down placing a kiss on your lips with a soft giggle. “What’s so funny” you muttered against the girl. Pulling away she continued to laugh. “Nothing nothing it’s just.. that? That’s what they decided to run with”
Confused you shrugged your shoulders. The curly haired girl looked over with a sarcastic smile. “Ok first of all, your not a bitch if anything you to nice, then I had to practically beg silena to help me actually start talking to you, then lastly their just mad that one of the most stunning girls in the camp who is also the daughter of Love is dating me and is in a happy relationship. Everything they said just sounds like bullshit” she continued to laugh.
“Your a jerk” you chuckled gently hitting her. “Yeah but your the one dating me so what does that really say about you” she grinned. Moving to sit on her waist playfully wrestling with the girl. You leaned down giving her a soft kiss. Once it broke you heard clarisse start talking. “Don’t let people like those girls ruin nights for you… you have me, and that’s all that should matter not what they have to say.”
Giving you another kiss clarisse patted your thigh. “All right get lost I’m sick of you”
“I hate you”
“No you don’t”
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ilys00ga · 3 months
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𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.
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➞ pair: yoongi x reader.
➞ genre: hurt/comfort (why do I keep making these lmao), established relationships, I'm so bad at tagging sorry.
➞ warnings: angst and fluff cuz we all need that (we really do). reader has anxiety and abandonment issues, yoongi is trying his best for the sake of both of them, just relationship things.
➞ A/N: requested by @parkjennykim, this was very fun to write! thanks for yet another idea <3 I hope u like it. I'm organizing this blog/post (?) while listening to mono, and let me tell yall, it's such a vibe omg. I think you should read this while listening to that album, I love it sm, I can't even begin to explain UGH- if namjoon ever goes on a world tour, he better perform every single song in that album, cuz imma be losing my mind in the crowd, esp during moonchild. my vocal cords are already getting sore. yeah. if u want this to hit that spot, maybe u should do what I said (this is a friendly order, if u will). if not, just enjoy and pls ignore any mistakes, english has been challenging me recently (for the last 10 years lmao)
ps. I am in a dire need of a yoongi in my life. specifically the one I wrote in this one. oh how I love being a lonely fanfic writer <33
★ MASTERLIST.
ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑
God knows how long it had been after it hit midnight when Yoongi stood in the kitchen. His eyes were red and heavy with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep that night.
How does one sleep through a restless, biting night?
Surely not with a bad headache, or overflowing thoughts, and especially not with guilt chewing on his core.
He gulped, throat begging to be quenched as it held onto a slight, delicious, yet bothersome burning sensation. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with some water, raising it to his lips when loud a cry of his name, followed with a thud and a number of sobs, disturbed the quiet of the night and made him jump, startled.
His limbs froze in their place, glass almost slipping his hand and crashing on the floor when his sleep deprived brain realized that the muffled cries were yours.
Wide awake, he dashed after the sound. Thirst and sleep no longer occupied his mind, all he could think of was holding you in his arms.
He found you on the stairs, trembling as you wailed into your hands.
He hated it so much: seeing you in pain. He wanted nothing more than to shield you from the rainfall of your gloomy sky, from his own rainfall, from the world. How could one be an umbrella and the rain at once?
He blinked, once, twice, then gulped and heaved a deep, tired breath.
One storm doesn’t require another storm to be calmed down, that he knew. One needs to be composed and collected to stand still during a storm, that he knew as well.
With worried eyes, he gently called out your name and walked up to you, “darling, what’s wrong?”
You looked up as soon as you heard his worried voice, some tiny sense of relief washed over you when you saw him right there. A hundred daggers digged so deep into his heart and bones, aching, the moment a broken whimper of his name fell from your lips.
Without a second thought, Yoongi hugged your face to his chest. One of his hands was patting your back and the other affectionately caressed your head.
As he listened to his name that never left your lips, Yoongi held you there on the cold of the stairs with nothing but sweet nothings whispered back to your ears.
Everything he did and said was so gentle and soft, like he was so afraid you'd crack and come to tiny bits and pieces at any given moment. It all made you want to cry even harder, to hold him so tight and never let go.
Soon, when your tears started winding down, pulled away and cradled your face with his hands, palms faintly pressing on your cheeks as if he hoped to share their warmth with you.
Tender eyes met your wet ones and stared as their owner’s voice made its way through the noise of your sniffles and hiccups. He said, “It’s alright. I'm here. Talk to me, hmm?”
You answered his plea with a small nod, before wiping your tear stained skin and hugging him again. He smelt like home. You took a deep breath, greedily feeding your lungs with his lovely scent.
He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He pressed light kisses on your temple, patiently waiting for you to talk.
“I had a really scary nightmare. so, so scary- I woke up, didn’t find you there- then…then I remembered the fight we had earlier. I…I thought I lost you- I'm sorry. sorry for the stupid things I said earlier. I love you so much! please don’t leave. please..”
Your voice quivered with fresh tears ready to be spilled again. Yoongi started hushing you as soon as he noticed that you were working yourself up.
Squeezing you in his arms, he whispered “I never left, and I never will.”
“I’m all right, nothing happened to me, see?” he leaned away just enough to allow you to take a quick look at his body, then added, “a stupid fight is not going to make me leave. I love you way too much for that, and I'm sorry for hurting you too.”
He could still read fear and uncertainty all over your face, and he didn't like that. He knew that you trusted him, and he didn't doubt your love for him.
At first, he didn't get it. He didn't understand the insecurities, the anxiety and the nightmares you suffered from especially after the inevitably worst of arguments that happened between you and him. But after longer and deeper talks, with you expressing your feelings and him listening with careful ears, it made much more sense to him.
Sometimes he hated himself for triggering your alarms and making it harder for you, but he knew it was neither his fault nor was it yours.
Growth and pain are two key elements that come arm in arm with love, and fights are an unpreventable part of any kind of relationship. For all that, he always ended up blaming himself for making you question your worth to him when he can't even sleep without you happily cuddling his side.
Softly, lovingly, he started prepping tender kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, all over your flushed face.
It worked like watching waving fields of green wheat dancing with the wind, your storm started to slowly die down and your heart felt at ease again. slowly, but definitely.
Smiling ever so affectionately, Yoongi sealed his reassurance with a loving kiss that consumed you whole, and it left the corners of your mouth curving up in a dazzling smile. You nuzzled his chest and sighed.
“I really hate fighting with you.” you mumbled into his clothed chest, drained and light headed from all the crying and nearly-a-panic-attack you went through.
“I know, I'm sorry. I hate it too." he whispered back.
There was a pause of comfortable silence, with both of you breathing each other in, before he wondered aloud: “did you fall down the stairs? are you okay?”
You chuckled breathily at his question, recalling the hysteria he had to deal with just a few minutes ago. But Yoongi was there, right beside you. your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, right by your side.
He had some kind of exceptionally irrepressible magic in those fierce eyes and that gummy smile of his, you inarguably couldn’t be more grateful for that.
“I'm alright. Was too busy crying, I didn’t even feel a thing to be honest.” you said, and he giggled.
“I love when you’re clumsy like that, but please be more careful, muffin. Can’t have you hurting yourself because of me even more." Even with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you could feel and hear the heavy pout in that comment.
Huffing, you leaned away with furrowed brows and a strict gaze. Yoongi gulped. Hesitation took over him, yet he knew that honesty is the only thing that must be present to drive this conversation to an end.
Honestly brings clarity, he found himself reminding himself of that very often.
"as long as we take care of each other, it's okay. I love you." you affirmed, and perhaps Yoongi almost teared up because of the way you looked at him right then and there. He wouldn't utter a word to spoil that information out loud, though.
The shy grin and the flushed cheeks you were met with were worth risking the entire world and its eight billion residents. You couldn't help but smile and pull him into another hug.
"This is great and all, but my butt is numbed. I think there's no blood flowing down there anymore," he said, his heart swooning when you giggled at his humorous change of topic, so relieved that he was finally able to hear your brightness again.
"Let's go back to rest, darling." He stood up, grabbed your hand and squeezed it in his, then gently pulled your body up and dragged you to your shared bedroom, where everything and everyone else meant little to nothing at all as you laid in each other's arms.
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lollipopliccer · 4 months
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𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦
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❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex
the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe
word count ; 5k ish
black fem reader (still all can read)
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lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°。⋆♡‧₊˚
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'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.
"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.
"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.
you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.
underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.
you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.
"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.
"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.
"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds
nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.
"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks
"yeah, i started some months ago."
"that's cool, i love your tats”
“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot
“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly
“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.
"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.
you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"
"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.
a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."
"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"
"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"
"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.
"why tf are you here?" you sneer.
"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.
you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"
"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises
"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states
you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.
"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.
nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?
"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.
as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.
as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.
"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.
"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt
"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.
"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.
"i just wanted to see you…”
a pause.
"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...
… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…
geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.
"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.
you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.
"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.
"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.
you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."
"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.
when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.
you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”
“of course, yn”
geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.
“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.
you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes “shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.
as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.
as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…
“why did you leave?”
a pause…
followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.
“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused
“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.
“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.
“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.
you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle
“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”
“i didn’t.” you respond
“neither did i.”
with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.
you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.
the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.
the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.
“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain
“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”
as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.
“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn’t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.
“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.
you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.
the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns
suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.
“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.
"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.
"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.
"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.
"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.
...
you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-
"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.
"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.
you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"
suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs
"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip
"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.
you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"
"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"
"that's so sweet"
"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.
you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.
...
your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.
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finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.
"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.
as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.
you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.
he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.
"i love it sug." you whisper softly.
"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.
when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.
"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you
you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat
"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.
he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.
as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.
"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.
“…do you want me to?”
geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.
suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.
geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.
“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.
“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.
“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.
as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.
his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.
"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.
"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...
suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-
"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.
his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.
"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"
"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.
"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.
“no please don’t stop sug”
"you can take what i give you princess?"
"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.
the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.
your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.
“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.
right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.
“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you
but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry
“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.
“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.
“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.
suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.
“tell me you understand.”
“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”
suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission
“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.
suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.
demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).
you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.
you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.
“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.
“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.
“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.
“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.
suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.
he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.
“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”
“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him
“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”
“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him
“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.
“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.
he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.
suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.
suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.
he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily
“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-
“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.
the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.
“open.”
you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.
the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.
“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.
“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.
“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.
“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.
“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts
“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.
suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.
“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.
“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-
“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm
“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office
“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you
“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes
“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him
“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.
suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other
“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look
“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb
“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him
“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-
“sUgUruUuu!!”
♡ ༺。° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. ° 。༻
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svnnysidez · 4 months
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could u pls do soft dom eunseok fic ugh im so 🤕🤕
warnings: soft dom!eunseok x fem!reader, established relationship, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, pretty girl, honey), light body worshiping, bewbs, fingering, oral (f rec), eunseok loves reader sm, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), creampie, use of slut
note: RAHHHH i need eunseok BADLY
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waiting for eunseok to get home is like torture. its actually horrible. you've been so needy all day and hes been at work. sure you had morning sex but somehow it wasnt enough for you. you knew how eunseok felt about you touching yourself without permission, so you just sat at home, horny, waiting for your pretty boyfriend to get home.
he finally got home finally "baby im home!" he chanted as he walked through the front door. you got up from your place on the couch and you basically jumped onto him, he caught you holding you by your thighs as you kissed his lips. "you happy to see me sweetheart?" he disconnected your lips and laughed a little. you just nodded fast trying to kiss him again. and he pulled away and you whined "sweetheart what brings this hm?" "missed you so much today seokkie, need you so bad." a pout stated on your lips. his eyes widened a little bit. "so thats what this is about hm? did i not fuck you good enough this morning pretty girl?" you shook your head fast "no no! its not that, i just, i cant get enough of you seokkie." you said and tilted your head kissing him on the cheek. "you know what you've been such a good girl for me, you didnt touch yourself all day am i right?" you nodded "yes i was so good, waited for you to get home!" he gave you a peck on the lips. "such a good girl deserves a reward huh?" you squeaked a little bit when he pinched your ass.
he carried you all the way to your shared bedroom and plopped you down on the soft mattress. he carefully undressed you down to your panties. he left soft kisses from your face down to your pretty tits. peppering soft kisses all over the plush skin. you whimpered out eunseoks name and you could feel him smile against your boob before he latched onto your nipple. "oh fuck eunseok." you moaned out entangling your fingers into his soft brown locks. licking at your sensitive bud as he pinches the other one with his fingers. he lightly slapped your boob making you whimper out again. he released your tits and then he went back to kissing your body.
he made his way down to your cunt. his fingers lightly touching your pussy through your panties. rubbing it on the outside. moaning at the pleasure that you were finally being relieved of after the long day. "that feel good pretty girl?" "mhm, please seok, need more." you said lightly rutting your hips against his fingers. "whatever you want sweetheart, you were so good for me today. just tell me what you want pretty." you whimpered at his words. "need you to touch my cunt, please, need your mouth and fingers please." "of course sweetheart anything for my good girl."
he drew your panties down throwing them to the side and he opened your swollen lips. "god so wet for me, you really didn't touch yourself all day huh." "o..of course not, would never without your, ngh, permission seokkie." he pushed a finger inside of you curling it, hitting that gummy spot within your walls. thrusting it in and out before adding another. stretching you out. your cunt fluttering around his fingers. he pulled them out and you whined at the sudden loss of fullness before he pushed his tongue into your cunt. mewling out his name as he ate you out. thumb rubbing your swollen clit. his other hand was holding your left leg open "fuck eunseok dont stop. m' so close." his tongue somehow dipping even deeper into your silky cunt. slurping your delicious slick, he loved every part of it. "fuck baby, can you cum for me, need you to, need to taste it." his words alone was enough to make that knot in your stomach impossibly tighter. before it snapped you let out a lewd moan of eunseoks name. you came hard against eunseoks mouth and he drank every drop of it not wasting any of your sweetness.
eunseok stood up removing his clothing. his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. he pushed the tip of his cock through your folds collecting your slick all over his tip to lube it up. he pushed the head of his cock into your tight cunt. no matter how many times you and eunseok have sex, he cant believe how tight you still are. his hips meeting yours as he bottoms out. he pulled all the way out to where just his tip was inside before he roughly thrusted back in. your nails digging deep into his shoulders as the pads of his fingers pushed into your hips as he thrusted into your cunt so hard. letting out mewls of his name and telling him how good he felt. "god sweet girl, you look so pretty all dumb on my cock. does it feel good?" you nodded at his words "yes seok! yes so good! please need more." you whined out. you didnt know what was more. you just knew you needed it. he pulled out of you changing your position to you being face down ass up. his cock somehow hitting deeper into you. your screams being muffled by the comforter under you. he slapped your ass then rubbed it to soothe it, not wanting to hurt you too bad. just enough to leave bruised hand prints on your ass. he held your waist tight as he brought your ass down onto his hips harshly. the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. "god you're taking me so fucking well pretty girl, you clenching so hard around me like a good little slut." he picked you up from your neck, squeezing slightly as he pushed your back up against his chest. he left kisses against the back of your neck and your shoulders. breathless moans came out of you as he thrusted into you. "eun.. eunseok. please s' so close." you whined. "its okay pretty, you can let go, cum all over me wont ya." you nodded. he fucked into you a couple more times before you came all over him. squeezing his cock, your walls becoming unbelievably tight around him. and just like that he came deep inside you, thrusting a couple more times all sloppily before he pulled out. he let you collapse back onto the bed and he bent over you and placed soft kisses onto your shoulders and neck.
"you always do so well for me honey, so proud of you for taking me so nicely all the time."
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allicat0 · 2 days
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haiiiii 👋
love ur work! could u write a toji x reader ? if u could include oral s3x pls its my fav! have him f!ngering her while making out 😍😍 and maybe he can be an older brothers bestfriend so they have to be sneaky 😏 thanks so much xx
Ticking time Bomb
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Ans: thank you so much and of course I’ve been dying to write something.
Summary: As your brother went out to get some food, you and his best friend Toji race the clock, seeing if he can make you cum before your brother returns.
Content: MDNI!, afab reader, 18+, smut, Toji x reader, oral sex, receiving, fingering, making out, trying not to be caught, praise, swearing
A/N: This prompt always gets me, I eat up a brothers best friend trop this one is shorter than most of my other ones hope that's okay.
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You and your brother had been left alone, the two of you finally had the house all to yourselves as your parents had left on a business trip for the next three days. Though there was a twist, since the two of you had the place alone, your brother jumped at the opportunity to bring his friends over, one of those friends being Toji, how you couldn’t stand him. He was a cold and shielded guy, always smoking, getting himself into trouble, always picking on you and getting under your skin, he was a disturbance of your peace everytime he was over. But you couldn’t lie, he was a good looking guy and he had charm, it got to you each and every time finding yourself in the same situation, over and over again.
It was evident that you were bored, sprawled out across your bed in the dark, the only light in the room was coming from your phone illuminating onto your face. Your stomach let out a low rumbling sound that emanates from your abdomen, causing a sigh to escape your lips sitting up and off of your bed. You were hungry and you knew your brother wasn’t gonna make anything so, you went to ask if he was gonna get take out. As you made your way down to the basement your eyes automatically locked on Toji, sprawled out across the couch blowing a cloud of smoke from his mouth. He noticed your presence, his head turning to face you, taking another drag from his cigarette. 
“you looking for someone darling?” ugh that fucking nickname, as much as you wanted to say you hated it. You’d be lying. “I'm just looking for my brother.” You said leaning against the doorframe doing your best to keep the annoyance out of your voice. “What are you even doing here, come to bother me some more?” you asked him, crossing your arms. A cloud of smoke escaped his lips as he chuckled, “And what if I said yes, what if I said I like to come over just to see you?” his eyes locked on yours for a second before continuing. “Anyways, your brother is busy, went out to get some food.” You nodded your head taking in what he said, good thing you were really hungry. “Alright sounds good, see yah” You said turning on your heels quickly walking up the stairs. Toji quickly sat up and put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table. “Hey- hey wait a second.” He said quickly following you up the stairs. 
You did your best to ignore him, and made your way over to your room opening the door, but he was quick to reach his hand up and close it. “What are you doing?” You asked, looking up at his hand keeping your door shut. Toji’s eyes were burning into the top of your head, keeping silent for a moment. “You know. .” He said in a cold whisper, you felt as his free hand moved down, gently placing itself onto your hips. “We have some time till your brother comes back. .”Toji said, whispering into your ear, a chill rushing through your body. “Toji. we can’t” You let out in a low whine. His face leans down moving past your hair, his warm breath hitting up against your neck. “I know you want to.” 
You turned around to face him, he fixed his posture so he was staring down at you. Your mind was racing, it couldn’t be long before your brother was home, but you totally could be quick. . and he’d never know. It's not like you haven’t done it before. “Okay. but qui-” Toji didn’t even give you time to finish your sentence, he opened your door and shut it behind him, guiding you over to your bed. Your back pressed against your bed as Toji’s lips firmly pressed against your own. He left you not a single moment to think, before he was pulling both your pants and panties down in one quick motion. His fingers began trailing down your stomach and reaching for your inner thighs, spreading them apart, giving him full access to your most private area. “You’re so wet for me," he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and heavy.
With one swift motion, he inserted both his index and middle finger inside you, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. As he continued to pump his fingers into you slowly, his tongue pushed past your lips, lapping with yours. Toji grinned into the kiss as he felt your pussy clamp down around his fingers, you were close to cumming and he could feel it. His fingers pulled out of you pushing them into your mouth. “Taste yourself on my fingers, pretty girl” he said to you with a shit eating grin, and that you did, sucking your juices off of his fingers. “Why did you stop?” you let out muffled.
“Because baby, I want you to cum on my tongue” Toji said as he began moving down in between your legs, planting soft kisses against your thighs, he was about to devour you with his mouth. It wasn’t long before a gentle kiss was placed against your pussy. His tongue darted out, flicking at your clit gently before plunging inside you. You arched your back, your nails digging into the sheets as pleasure coursed through your body. Toji continued his assault, his tongue working in perfect harmony.
You bit your bottom lip trapping in your moans just in case your brother came home, every now and again they would escape. They sounded like symphonies to Tojis ears. His pace began to pick up your orgasm right around the corner as it was before, the knot building up in your core. You could feel it, you were on the edge when you heard the front door open. A course of panic went through your body as well as pleasure. You didn’t know what to do. It wouldn't be long until your brother came in looking for Toji. “Toji stop hes-he home” You said doing your best to push his head away but he didn’t budge.
His tongue began to pick up the pace, his fingers dipping back into your wet pussy, pumping in and out of you, in perfect sync with his tongue. Your hands coming up to your mouth as you wanted to block out any foreign sound that was to leave your mouth. You could hear your brother moving throughout the house, as the knot in your stomach was about to burst. As you were about to cum Toji slipped his fingers out once more using just his tongue to make you cum.
“Oh fuck” You moaned into your hands feeling as you finally gave into the release. You were cumming on his tongue, exactly what he wanted. Your legs were shaking as Toji pulled his head away from between your legs, licking your juices off of his lips. “You're fucking beautiful baby” he said to you softly. 
The two of you heard as the door knob to your door began to turn, you quickly put the blanket over top of your bottom half and Toji sat on the edge of the bed. “There you are.” your brother said, sounding annoyed from the hunt to find his friend. “What are you doing in my sister's room?” he asked, sounding somewhat confused. “Got bored,” Toji said, shrugging. “ Well come on, the food’s here.” Your brother said stepping out of your room walking away. Your fell back crashing against your pillow with a sigh. “That was too close.”
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@allicat0 signing off. .
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sariixxx · 7 months
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𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ꨄ
𝗠. 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼
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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲!
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 ღ
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You were chilling in your dorm, bored as hell.
Nobara and the others were already sleeping, which you had been waiting for.
That meant you finally got to hang out with your lovely boyfriend, Megumi.
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'Gumi <3
'Gumi <3
Will you come over now or what?
You
Aw are you missing me that much? 😻😻
'Gumi <3
😐
You know what I take it back. I'll lock my dorm door.
You
NOOOO MEGUMII PLS I WAS JOKING 😭😭😭😭
'Gumi <3
😐😐😐
too bad
You
🥹🥹 pls
'Gumi <3
fine be quiet thi
*tho
You
Alr see you in 10
'Gumi <3
Why so long?
You
I can't just straight walk to the boys's dorms idiot. Gojo will make me run laps around the whole school 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️
'Gumi <3
Ugh fine, hurry up tho
You
Awwww you do miss me
'Gumi <3
Start moving idiot <3
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A slight grin makes its way to your face as you see Megumi's last message.
Should I change before going over?
You think about it for a second but then decide that the sweatpants and oversized T-Shirt will do it.
Your head peeks out of your room as you watch the empty hallway.
Then you close the door and try to walk as quiet as possible.
After some minutes you arrive at your destination and knock on the door quietly.
Soon after Megumi opens, immediately pulls you inside by the arm, and picks you up in an embrace.
Your eyes soften at the sweet act.
Normally he was more closed off and had a hard time showing affection but today was probably your lucky day.
You hug him back until he places you on his bed, gently.
"What took you so long??", he murmured against your chest, him kneeling in front of you while you sit comfortably.
"Well I had to pick a route so nobody would see me... Also I kind of stole some snacks from the kitchen.", you grin and shove your hands into your pockets.
"Here you go!", you hold out your hands and he just smiles and shakes his head, "Unbelievable."
He takes one of the snacks and lays down on his bed.
"How was your day?", he asks, gesturing you to lay down beside him.
You do as he tells you and say, "Meh I trained with Maki today. She was ruthless, but it was still cool. Ohh and Gojo told me soon I will go on a mission. With Inumaki!! Isn't that cool?"
"With Toge? Since when do we carry out mission with 2nd years?", he raises an eyebrow.
"Well Gojo said since I'm a grade 1 I could easily take part in more advanced missions. So he set me up with Inumaki, since he's the highest ranked right now.", you say while munching your food.
He nods, a little in thought, "I see."
"Is that a problem?", you ask tilting your head to the side.
"Huh- no no of courso not! Just... be careful.", he mumbles.
You chuckle a little, "Oh come on that's not all, is it?"
Mehumi groans and puts his arm over his face, "I'd rather have me going with you."
You blink, twice and then smile so bright, you can't hold it in.
"I want to kiss you so bad right now, you have no idea Megs.", you whisper.
He blushes, hard, "What the hell why would you randomly say that-"
You cut him off by hovering over him, put your hands beside his head and kiss his lips.
You could swear you heard him whimper so you grin into the kiss.
"You're adorable, you know that? And sooo pretty, you could be a super model! Like so beautiful, literally my pretty boy!", you blabber while putting butterfly kisses all over his face.
If he wasn't red before, he definitely is now.
Cheeks so dark you think he'd faint any point and lips glistening as if he just made out with you for hours.
"Stop.. you're so embarrassing..", he mumbles trying to cover his face.
You giggle and hold his hand form in place and kiss him once again.
His arms wander up your waist as you sink down on him and breathe heavily.
"But like- I really mean it Megumi. You're the only one for me. You really are my pretty boy.", you say after ending the kiss.
And somehow he can't tell you to cut it out, because for some reason, his heart never beat faster than right now.
Knowing that you thought of him so highly, thought of him as your pretty boy.
That alone made him feel the happiest he's ever been.
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zeltqz · 2 years
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who’s caving first? || haruchiyo sanzu.
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S U M M A R Y: When Sanzu only wants to spend time with his sister to get to her best friend .
W A R N I N G S - oral sex (face sitting), haruchiyo is desperate, so is reader, senju is innocent bless her, rough sex, fem!reader, pet names, teasing, sexual tension, slight enemies to lovers —you gotta squint tho—
W O R D C O U N T - 6K YEEAH
N O T E S - im actually really proud of this. HEHEHE HOPE U GUYS LIKE <333333. Also if there’s any typos pls ignore. I’m so tired rn
T A G G I N G - @magentaviolette @gajeelstan @nalyana @luvhaitani @keisaint @imjustaweirdnerd
“…chiyo. Haruchiyo!”
Sanzu snaps his head up to his sister as she’s giving him a confused yet disappointed look. “What?”
“What?” Senju scoffs, “what do you mean what? You asked to come over for ‘bonding time’, now you’re not even paying attention!! What the hell Haruuuu--“
Ugh. She’s whining again. Haruchiyo fights the urge to tell her to shut up, instead he puts on his best poker face. “Sorry, I got a little distracted.” He continues swiping the egg wash on the crust of the pastry. 
“Hm, with what?” Senju rolls the dough between her hands, cringing at the way the flour sticks under her acrylics. It’s going to be a pain to clean that up later. 
“My…thoughts.”
He’s not lying. If his thoughts were a person called Y/N, then he’s on point. It’s hard for him to focus on literally anything from the way at this angle he’s standing at, he has perfect access to Senju’s backyard. By the pool, you’re too engrossed by your phone to notice the way he is staring at you from over the top of Senju’s head.
Ah, great. He’s distracted again, too focused on the way your feet are kicking the water from where you sit at the pool ledge. Each splash generates a ripple that flows for a couple seconds before disbanding. It’s not the water physics he’s distracted by.
It’s what you’re wearing .
Of course it wouldn’t be appropriate to be wearing something baggy and flimsy during summer—especially if you’re by a pool. But you really didn’t have to wear something so revealing. It’s killing him inside knowing that you’re off limits because you’re ‘Senju’s friend’. That stupid rule made by literally nobody but society. He’s not sure if Senju cares or not if he fucks you, but it’s still an awkward thing to ask someone. 
Sanzu looks down at the small bowl where the egg wash is—was. Now empty as he’s been mindlessly brushing the liquid onto each pastry that Senju placed onto the tray.
“Oh, is it finished?” Senju has to place her hands on the counter to lift herself up a little bit to see over the bowl from where its placed by Haruchiyo. The empty carton of eggs next to his hands also  catching her eye.  “We ran out of eggs too… Y/N!”
“What?!” You call from outside, still engrossed in your phone. The slightest faintest smile is on your face as you bite your lip reading your messages. 
Haruchiyo can feel his fingers tighten against the handle of the basting brush. His lips curling downwards into a frown, eyes narrowing when he sees you giggle into your palm.  Who the fuck are you talking to--
“I need you to go to the store for me!” Senju’s loud voice reminds Haruchiyo to keep his poker face back up, masking his true hidden intentions, the real reason why he came here.
No, he doesn’t care about bonding time with his sister, nor does he care for some goddamn pastries. What he does care about, is getting a taste of you, a glimmer of body underneath him, hear your moans as he fucks you slowly—or do you like it rough and hard? He can feel his cock twitch in his pants when you enter through the sliding doors, readjusting your bikini top straps over your shoulder. He doesn’t miss the way the strap exposed a little bit of your right boob from the movement. 
“Store? For what?” You don’t pay Haruchiyo anymind at all, and he doesn’t like it. Maybe because you know what he’s here for or maybe because you just don’t like him. The second option seems more appropriate—the first option would only suffice if you were a mind-reader or psychic (highly unlikely).
It’s safe to say that Haruchiyo isn’t the most approachable person. You initially tried to become his friend now that you were best friends with his sister, but he never showed you any mind. 
Maybe it’s because of the way you dressed? Looking back, three years ago, you weren’t the best dressed… only wearing baggy shirts and trousers to cover up because the boys at your school were complete total perverts. Senju understood, she even joined you in the baggy shirt gang club whatever stupid nickname you both called it.
It was dumb, you looked homeless at times, wearing clothes twice your size with no makeup done because who were you trying to impress? That’s probably the reason you think Haruchiyo doesn’t like you.
According to Haruchiyo’s sources—it was correct. He hated the way you dressed, because you reminded him of his god-awful sister. The two of you would wear the same hideously big clothes and it just looked awful. He hated it. He hated you. He hated his sister.
Hanging out with the Haitani’s (not willingly—it was more mandatory by Manjiro, to get along for the ‘gang’s sake’) altered his taste in women. Haruchiyo was never one to chase after a woman, like Ran’s sorry ass, or go on his knees and propose to a girl like Rindou’s desperate ass. 
But it was quite clearly obvious that the three of them lived very different lifestyles. Haruchiyo had a simple timetable to follow. Fight. Kill (sometimes). Eat. Sleep. Repeat. 
Boring lifestyle—sure. But he was satisfied. 
The Haitani’s, on the other hand. Go out. Party. Clubs. Sleep with a random chick from said club. Sleep (especially Ran). Simp (cough Rindou). Repeat. It was crazy, but they aren’t called the Rulers of Roppongi for no reason.
It was tiring at first, being out with them almost all day until Ran decided it was time for his slumber. But gradually, he started to enjoy it. He even found himself attending a club on his own once. After a lapdance from one girl and a bunch of hickies from another (at the same time), he then came to the realisation that he loves women. 
Loves them so, so much. 
So when he saw you, without that ridiculous outfit, for the first time. His dick twitched, and he knew what time it was. Sadly enough…the damage was already done. You hated his guts and you assumed he still hated yours after three years of slandering you along with his pain in the ass sister.
It was a bit hurtful, to hear those crude comments about your clothes.The only thing keeping you afloat was you knowing that you didn’t actually dress that way--only to keep all the boys staring another direction and not at your body. 
The second you graduated high school, you never wore those hideous outfits again. 
“Eggs. Like two more cartons, I think. No--no scratch that. One carton is fine.” Senju washes her hands under the sink, trying to get all the flour and batter off her hands so she can grab her wallet and give it to you.
“One box, okay…” You’re still on that stupid phone. Put the phone down. “The small box or big box?”
“No. Not box, carton! Don’t come back here with 40 eggs in a big box, we’re not a farm. And put the phone down!”
You sigh and turn off your phone. The click your phone made as the screen went black made Sanzu almost shed tear from sheer joy. He silently thanks Senju for that, because now he gets to see your pretty face not smiling down at whoever the fuck you’re texting.
“Okay! One carton. Six eggs or twelve?” You reach your hand out, grabbing Senju’s contactless card from her grasp. The second that card is in your hands, you’re already pulling your phone back out, distracted by another notification.
Sanzu can never win.
“Six. I’m almost done with these pastries. I’m gonna go pack now.” Senju hurries up the stairs, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. 
You can feel him staring at you, despite your eyes fixated on your phone. It’s getting a bit uncomfortable now, feeling his piercing green eyes burn holes into your skull, as if he’s waiting for you to say something. A puff of air escapes your nose as you look up at him, not noticing the way he flicks his gaze up from your chest to your eyes—trying to seem as respectable as possible.
“Do you want something from the store?” You don’t really care if he does or not--you just felt the need to say something to dispose of the awkward air in the room.
 “Nah.” He’s about to run a hand through his hair, only stopping halfway when he can feel the stickiness of the eggs practically glueing his fingers together. “I’ll just wait till you come back.”
“Yeah… speaking of. How long are you planning to stay here? Because Senju leaves for her trip in three hours.”
He shrugs from the sink. “Dunno. I’ll stay however long I want. I pay for this house.”
You make a noise of disagreement. “Actually, Omi does.”
Omi? Oh--his pain in the ass brother. “I own Takeomi, sweetheart.” 
You can’t help but cringe at the nickname. He’s getting way too comfortable for your own good. Sanzu dries his hands using a paper towel, then makes his way onto the couch. For some reason, your eyes follow him the entire time, even subconsciously walking over to the wall that divides the kitchen and the living room, leaning against it as you watch him kick his feet up onto the glass table in front of him. 
“You’re getting awfully cosy. You staying a while?”
However long it takes until I fuck you. 
“Yeah, think so.” 
There’s a thump on the couch next to him as you plop down, resting Senju’s card on the back of your phone case in your right hand. “Any reason for that?”
Sanzu literally cannot focus, cannot keep his eyes on your face—your pretty face. Not the way you’re body is on display like this. He thanks the world for a little something called peripheral vision, making side eye contact with your tits as he’s looking dead in your eye. 
Fuck, they look so pretty, even from the blurred angle. He wonders how they’d feel in his mouth. Are your nipples hard and perky? Or soft and supple? Wonders how they’d feel in his mouth, wonders how they’d feel pushed up against his cock. 
He’s never been tit-fucked before, but he can picture it now. You, on your knees in front of him as you press your tits  together, sliding them up and down his cock to milk hi cum. Fuck—would you lick the cum off your face, or would you let him cum on your tits. 
He has to calm down, he can literally feel himself getting harder as he loses himself in his thoughts. “Reason for what?”
“Reason for staying as long as you want?” You stop and shift so you’re facing him fully now, your arm resting along the back of the couch. 
This angle is even worse. Now he can see the curve of your body from top to bottom. 
“I mean,” he also shifts so he’s facing you fully, “I could say the same about you. After all, this is Senju’s house. You’re also a visitor.”
“But, I’m her friend .”
“And I’m her brother.” 
There’s something about the way he’s looking at you as he talks to you that has you wanting to rub your thighs together. But you know if you did, he’d catch on rather quickly. The last thing you’d want is for him to have something to taunt you with. 
Those three years were painful enough. 
You glare up at him, fingers tightening against your phone before standing up. “I’m going to change.”
Before he could even protest, he was forcefully silenced as he watched you walk away. The view from the back was even better than the front. “Fuck.” He whispers to himself before sinking back into the leather couch. 
He drags his eyes along his sweats, thanking his past self for choosing black sweats today instead of grey. What’s worse than having a boner in grey sweats is being caught having a boner in grey sweats. 
He’s managed to get rid of his boner by the time you’ve come down the stairs, dressing in a simple black hoodie and some matching joggers. 
He’s missing the sight of your body already. 
“Okay, I’m going now.”
The time it takes you to run to the store and back is enough time for Senju to finish packing her bags, asking her brother to help her carry it outside to her car while she takes the pastries out from the oven. Fresh and hot, she packed them in three big clear containers before shoving them inside a plastic bag. 
By the time you walk in through the door, the smell of fresh break and cookies make your mouth water. Then you frown, realising you went all that way for some eggs just for Senju to finish baking. “What the hell, Senju? What did I buy this for?”
“I’m sorry!! I read the timing wrong, I’m supposed to be there in an hour from now, and--” Sanzu places his hand on her shoulder, calming her down. 
“Relax. Go, take your pastries and have fun with your friends.”
He tries his hardest to sound as caring as possible—in actuality he just wants her out of the house now. He finds you’re much easier to break down and get under your skin when Senju isn’t around. This icy cold exterior you create only when she’s there. 
Typical. Acting big and bad in front of a friend, but crumble the moment they’ve left. 
He can’t wait to push your limits. 
You wave goodbye to Senju and lock the door behind you. Heading straight over to the kitchen, you empty the bag you got from the store, placing the eggs over by the side and taking out your packet of gummies you bought for yourself as a reward for going all that way for Senju. 
She wouldn’t mind if you bought a small treat for yourself. 
You decide to stay in the clothes you went out in, too lazy to go upstairs and change into your pyjamas when what you’re already wearing is comfortable. You manage to watch an entire season of your favourite show, munching on your gummy bears while guessing the flavour as you blindly chew them. A little game you came up with to keep yourself occupied. 
It’s not until it’s dark outside, the flickering lights outside by the pool illuminating to light up the backyard. You notice it’s been fairly quiet around the house—and that’s odd because you have a visitor. 
You haven’t seen him since Senju left, and that was-- you pick up your phone from where it was sitting next to your legs and turn it on to read the time--yeah, it’s been almost 8 hours since she left and there’s been no sign of him. 
That’s odd. 
The flicker from one of the bulbs outside catches your eye, reminding you it’s time to head upstairs. That light always creeps you out whenever you’re over here. Grabbing your blanket and your phone, you start to make your way up the stairs to Senju’s room. 
She allows you to sleep there whenever you’re staying over. Your roommates over at your house are too annoying to deal with, so you come over to hers to lay off steam. You weren’t expecting her older brother to be here though. 
Humming the theme song of the show you were watching, you reach the top of the staircase, only to bump into a hard figure. Your eyes were so fixated on the ground you didn’t notice Sanzu was actually on his way downstairs, preoccupied on his own phone. 
The reason you almost stumbled down the stairs wasn’t because of the contact, but instead the shiver tracing a slow line down the length of your spine as you stared up at him shirtless. The initial shock is what causes you to almost stumble down, but then he reaches out quickly, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you back up to the top.
“Y’alright?” It’s a simple question that deserves a simple answer. It’s a shame your brain isn’t functioning at the moment, eyes too focused on the way the water from the shower he just took drips down his chest, tracing over the very faint lines of his abs. To be honest--you were not expecting this. He never seemed like the type to work out, a very lanky individual, but the physique he wears is almost perfect.
His body is nothing too flashy, yet you can already imagine placing your hands on his chest, running your fingers through the indents of his faint ab outline. The water drops just make it even hotter aswell—your dirty brain replaces that with the moisture coming from your tongue as you mark up his chest with kisses.
You shake your head. No, this is wrong. This is your best friend's brother, but he’s so hot— “No.”
“What?”
You snap your mouth shut, realising you spoke out loud. Sanzu looks down at you, a confused glimmer in his eye as he tightens his hold on your wrist, repeating his question. “I asked if you were alright.”
“Oh.” Yeah, m’alright. You forget to voice the words outloud, only realising you spoke in your head when Sanzu doesn’t let go of your wrist, actively seeking your answer. “Fuck--sorry I gotta go.” His grip on your wrist slips rather easily as you slide your body past his to get past the stairs, heading straight towards Senju’s room. 
Your body makes contact with the door as you lock it from behind you and slide down the door onto the floor. You fight the urge to scream into your hands. You’re a sick human being. Thinking about kissing your best friend’s brother’s chest? Do you have no shame?
It’s embarrassing. Senju’s been such a great person to you throughout your entire friendship, and to think this is how you repay her. You slide into her bed, hoping and praying that these thoughts were a one-time thing. When you wake up tomorrow, he will be ugly Sanzu again--the one that makes your blood boil just hearing his name, the one who’s so hideously attractive it makes your thighs rub together to stop that tingle from reaching your pussy.
That Sanzu .
Morning comes and you’re eager to go downstairs, hoping that your prayers have been answered. Sanzu would be back to being hideous and you could spend your week here in peace with 0 dirty thoughts. Easier said than done right?
He’s still shirtless. All morning. Afternoon too. And evening. 
This is getting ridiculous at this point. Like it is hot outside, but to be shirtless all fucking day? C’mon. He has to be doing this on purpose. He must’ve seen the way your brain short circuited last night on the staircase with just a glimpse of his chest that was even barely visible due to the darkness from the lack of lightbulbs in the hallway. 
He has to be doing this on purpose. 
You disregard everything your brain was convincing you not to do yesterday, and chose to walk around the next day in just a t-shirt and panties. Is this a little weird? Yes. Are you going to stop? No. You could feel his gaze on you—well on your ass and thighs, the t-shirt riding up your thighs with every movement you made, exposing more of your skin to him.
Sanzu couldn’t help but think you had beaten him at his own game. It’s no secret he did walk around shirtless to try and fluster you, but you managed to compose yourself. But him right now? Seeing you in just a tight shirt with straight up panties underneath—fuck they were black too. His weakness.
He can’t take it anymore. It’s only been a couple hours and he’s already giving up on the imaginary game you both created. 
“Turn around.” 
You pause your movements, hand frozen over the freezer door. Over the curve of your shoulder, you can see him standing behind you, wearing a shirt this time. It’s a shame honestly, but you’re not complaining. No more temptation.
“What do you want?” You choose to ignore him, bending down to the bottom shelf of the freezer to pull out a popsicle. It was extra hot today, you needed something cold to suck on. You know he’s staring at your shirt as it lifts up over your ass, exposing your panties on full display. You know the popsicles are in the top drawer--but that doesn’t stop you.
By the time you grab the one you wanted, you take a stand up and take a step back to close the freezer door only to walk right into his chest. You’re about to make a witty smark remark about how he needs to learn personal space, when he leans forward, his chest pressing against your back. The words die down in your throat as he practically pushes you up against the freezer. His hands slide down your body slowly, too slow for your liking. His fingers slide down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up slightly before sliding his fingers up your stomach. You can’t breathe like this, breaths come out heavy as you try to focus on the feeling of his hands tracing onto your stomach. They leave your stomach, sliding down to your hips where he dips a finger underneath the fabric, lightly touching your skin with soft touches that have you burning up with heat. 
His fingers feel so… you can’t even describe it. It’s only a couple touches and you already feel your panties getting damper with every lingering touch he gives you. You throw your head back onto his shoulder as he begins to press kisses down your neck. From this angle, it’s a little uncomfortable having to strain your neck all the way back to give him more access--but it’s worth it. It’s so worth it. His soft lips feel 100x better than the simple touches of his fingers.
You swear the heat radiating off your body is enough to match the weather outside, you feel the packet of your popsicle start to drip as it starts melting.
You bite back a moan as his fingers slide down to your panties, about to press onto your clit before the heat suddenly disappears and it’s now you can feel the cold press of the popsicle packet digging into the skin of your fingers. Coming back to your senses, you lift your head back from his shoulder and open your eyes. You didn’t even realise you had closed them. Fucking Haruchiyo .
“Excuse me,” he says, opening the freezer door. You stand there, jaw dropped to the ground as you watch him pull out a packet of frozen peas from the drawer. 
“Are you—are you kidding me?” 
“What?” He asks almost like he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re reacting this way. 
“Why did you-- you kissed me!”
“I needed to get past the freezer.” He laughs, biting his bottom lip as he watches your whole world unravel and fall apart. It’s working. Ran’s advice is working. Get her needy and desperate for you, then she’ll come begging to you for more. He can see it in your eyes if your voice wasn’t enough evidence as is. The way it wavers ever so lightly, voice a tad bit higher than your normal pitch, the way your chest is still rising and falling faster than usual. This was so brilliant. 
“You don’t s-seduce people into moving out of the way, Sanzu.” 
The stutter? God, you were easier to break apart than he thought. “Yeah?” He steps closer to you, towering over you as he watches you try your best to keep a decent poker face on, meeting him head on with a stern expression, only to fail the moment his hands land on your hips. “Who said I was seducing you? That sounds like a you problem right there.”
Oh this fucker . You know exactly what he’s doing. He’s met his match alright, thinking he can play you, then get you to question whether or not your feelings are real or not from his actions.
“It’s not?” You alter your voice slightly, getting on your tiptoes to make your move—or better yet leave your mark. You brush your lips against his neck ever so slightly, feeling him tense up as the hot air from your nose tickled his skin. Holding the popsicle in one hand, you use the other to run your fingers through his long hair, kissing the smooth skin on his neck ever so lightly. Using the same feather light he kisses he littered all over your body.
Sanzu bit his lip, grip on your hips tightening as he felt your lips move across the sensitive skin on his neck with his ease. He almost moans when you kiss up to his jaw, tongue licking a stripe up his skin before tracing the length of his jawline with kisses. 
The moment you reached his chin, you pulled back slightly, looking him eye to eye as your lips practically brushed against his own. “Hi.” You whisper, dropping your eyes from his own down to his lips, those same ones that were on your body not that long ago.
His eyes scan over your face, lingering a little too long on your own lips. It makes you feel naked and vulnerable under his stare. It’s overwhelming, yet you find yourself leaning closer, and closer. Your lips touch, but it’s not a kiss. 
You almost have him. So close.
The moment he’s leaning forward, you’re pulling back, arms stretched out as you yawn loudly. “Fuck, I’m so tired.” 
You don’t even get the opportunity to walk away, leaving your plan ticked off with 100% completion, because his fingers are grabbing onto your chin, forcing you to face him as he presses his lips against your own.
In case you tried some slick shit again, he locks you in with a huge hand on your hip as he works his mouth against yours. You drop your popsicle, it lands on the floor with a squelch next to the frozen peas. 
The second it hit the floor, your hands were on him, grabbing onto his hair to scratch at his scalp as he kissed you feverishly. “Fuck…I’ve wanted this—f-for so long.” He pants against your lips, not even giving you a second to respond as his lips are back on your own in a heated makeout. 
Your response is faint whimpers and moans as he coaxes your mouth open with his tongue, licking and sucking his way into your greedy mouth. He has an iron grip on your hips as he lifts you up and off the ground, your legs immediately wrap around his waist for support.
You’re being placed onto the couch, back hitting the soft cushions as you scramble up on your elbows to watch as he strips his shirt off. You don’t get time to look at his chest properly this time when his hands wrap around your ankles, tugging you closer to him. You slide off your elbows, back onto your back as he’s hovering over you.
“I wanna get this done quickly--” he’s unbuckling his pants and you watch as he can’t even be bothered to pull them down all the way down and off his legs, reaching inside his back pocket to pull out a condom. “Wanna do the honours?”
You frown, puffing out your upper lip as you grab the condom from his hands, sitting upright as you pull his boxers down. His fingers find themselves on your face, cupping your cheek as he looks down at you, “Why’re poutin’?”
“Because…I expected—y’know…”
“I don’t know.”
You rub your thighs together and watch as his eyebrows raise. “Ah, I get it now.” He takes the condom from your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he pushes you back down onto your back. “You one of those, right?”
“One of what?”
“Foreplay bitches, always want to be carressed and shit, ‘m I right?”
Isn’t that the bare minimum..?? You slowly nod your head and watch him chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re cute Y/N. I’ve never done foreplay before, but I’ll try it, for you. Kay?”
“Okay…”
You let him kiss you again, and you can tell he’s genuinely trying this time, his lips feel more tender as they slide against yours. The hairs on his neck stand up when he hears the deep satisfied sigh you let out, hands climbing up his face to cup at his cheeks.
He has a hand sliding down your body to your panties, hooking a finger underneath, pulling back just as fast as it snaps against your skin. You squeal into the kiss, his tongue easily sliding in the moment your mouth opens.
You eagerly suck on his tongue as his fingers slide up your shirt, resting directly atop your boob. He pulls away with a satisfied smirk on his face, “No bra?”
“It’s hot.” You feel him squeeze your boob, moulding it in his hands as he half heartedly listens to what your excuse is. 
“If it’s that hot, you shoulda jus’ walked ‘round shirtless.” He’s sliding your shirt up and over, your arms lift up to allow him to fully remove it. “Fuck—knew you had nice tits.”
“I do?”
“Um, yah.” His chuckle is breathless, seeing you splayed out beneath him…so lewd,so sexy. Just like he’d pictured. Your breasts on full display,all for him. He latches and sucks on your nipple a bit too rough from what you’re used to, but you strangely like it. Liking the way his teeth scrape against your skin, the way his flicks your nipple with his tongue at a pace that shouldn’t even be possible. 
“Oh my god—haru..” You breathe, scowling when he laughs against your nipples. The hot air from his nostrils doing nothing but adding more sensation to your sensitive buds, muscles flexing causing your breast to twitch inside his mouth. 
He continues his ministrations, sliding a hand down past your panties, pressing up against your slit. You can feel him barely digging into your folds, only a light press, can feel the slick sticking to his finger as he drags his hand away from your cunt. You watch with open eyes as he puts it in his mouth---a taste test. 
Something changes inside him. He’s sitting up, dragging you along with him roughly. He’s positioning himself to lay down and you think you can tell what’s about to go down. 
“No.”
“Don’t be a pussy.” He grabs at your hips and pulls you towards him. There’s enough of a gap between your pussy and his face, sliding through that said gap so he’s looking directly up at your clothed pussy. 
“Sit on my face.”
“N-no.”
“Why not.” You gasp when he peels your panties aside, a soft gasp leaving his mouth when he sees just how wet you are. 
“I-it’s embarrassing ..”
He looks around the room dramatically, fingers still digging through your folds carelessly. “Nobody’s here but us princess, now--” He grabs your hips, ignoring your yelp in favour of tugging you flush against his face, “Fuck—that’s it.” 
He begins to eat you out, tongue sliding up and down your folds, loud moans leaving both your mouths; yours are almost sobs, the way he’s fucking into your cunt with his tongue, lips circling around your clit. 
“Fuck—you taste, s’good—s’amazin’ for me.”
“H-haru! Ohmy--“ you’re fighting the urge to rut your hips down, not wanting to suffocate him. Hell, he’d probably like that---the sick bastard. “Yes, yes yes.” You chant over and over again, shamelessly rutting your cunt harder onto his face, to get the feeling of his nose brushing against your clit. “Shit! I’m close—Haru—I’m--“
He moans as he feels your walls clench around his tongue, briefly pulling out to stuff a finger inside, moving at the same pace his tongue was. You moan out his name as you cum on his face, riding out your orgasm as he suctions around your clit, lapping up your juices from your cunt. 
“That was so hot.” He lifts you up and over him, resting you beneath him. He grabs the condom where it dropped on the couch and rips it open, rolling it down his length. He hooks his arms under your thighs to spread you out more, enjoying the view of you spread out, cunt wet and pulsating with the need to be filled. 
“Ready?”
“Yes. Put it in please--“
You scream when he slams himself inside with a simple thrust, his cock curving in all the right directions, tears pool in your eyes as you’re unable to adjust to the stretch of his cock. 
He doesn’t give you any time to prepare yourself, time was already ticking with all that foreplay. He needs to feel you cum around his cock now. His speed is fast, calculated, each slap of his hips against yours reaching directly into your cervix. 
You’re loud. Louder than you’ve ever been before. 
“God—so hot, think I’m gonna cum soon--“ his voice is strained as he fixes his gaze on his cock as it slides in and out of you. He’s holding your legs apart by the ankle, spreading you out in the way he seeks fit. 
You’re not prepared for when he suddenly pressed downwards, folding you in two as he continues his hard thrusts. The couch is shaking as you moan his name out, over and over, the power behind each thrust is harder than the last. 
His rhythm is getting sloppier, you can feel his cock twitching inside you that you know he’s close. What’s his next move--? Will he come inside you? Or pull out and cum on your face? He seems like the type to enjoy facials. 
“S-sanzu--“ you whimper when he looks down at you, “cum on me… please.” You don’t care where at this point--as long as it’s not inside. You’re not ready for that yet.
“Fuck,” he grunts, throwing his head back and repositioning his hips to slam harder into you. You grip onto the nearest cushion, grip so tight you swear you can rip the fabric off if you tried hard enough. “That’s it—cum around my cock, sexy.”
You can’t help it, body spazzing violently as you hide your face with the cushion, muffling out your moans as you cum on his cock. 
His movements still and he’s quick to pull out of you, ripping the condom off and tossing it somewhere across the room. His hands are fast, jerking himself off before he throws his head back, moaning quite loudly as he splashes ropes of cum on your chest, aiming for your nipples but some lands on your stomach. 
“Oh my god.” He watches with wide eyes and heavy breaths as you dip your fingers onto the pool of cum on your chest, scooping some up with two fingers, stuffing them into your mouth, moaning obscenely around your fingers as you suck the residue off.
“Next time,” you take another scoop, but instead of eating it, you play with it, stretching your fingers far apart to see how far it stretches before it eventually snaps, “next time cum inside me.”
“Next time?” He leans forward to kiss you, groaning a bit at the salty taste of his cum, but it fades away with the way you’re licking into his mouth. You hum and nod into the kiss, fingers sliding behind his back to leave scratch marks that have him shuddering.
 You break the kiss to bite at his bottom lip, “Yeah, next time.”
Sanzu thought this would be a one time thing—hit and dip—as the old saying goes. But seeing you there, looking up at him so deviously—he doesn’t think he can fuck another woman that’s not you again. 
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It Wasnt in my Head (4)
(a/n: pls lmk if u see any typos! )
Summary: Abby is the starting linebacker at UW and when her team starts to falter her coach decides to get the team into ballet, in order to teach them that grace and stability is important in football too. Abby is just as upset about her teammates about this, until she sees her pretty new ballet teacher...
dancer!reader x football!abby
!!ABBY IS STRAIGHT IN THE BEGINNING. READER IS HER GAY AWAKENING!!
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The light of my slightly opened blinds shone through onto my eyes. The birds were chirping and the sky was a lovely light blue.
And I was pissed off and hung over.
I decided now that its 10 am I should probably pick up Dina's incessant calling and answer Ellies 'im sorry i got u fucked up' text.
My dimly lit kitchen smelled of lavender and burnt toast as I dialed Dina's number and listened to the tone ring.
Oh, so now she isn't going to pick up?
"Hey, D," I said when the ringing stopped.
"Ugh, finally!! I've been calling you all morning," Dina scolded me as if I wasn't so obviously hungover.
"Yeah believe it or not I know,"
"Ok, so, I called to ask you...something,"
This tone with Dina was never good.
This tone means Dina is up to something.
"Oh, jesus, ok what,"
"So, my master plan went perfect last night, and I saw you talking to our new favorite muscle mommy-"
I cut her off by saying "Oh, that was your master plan? It had nothing to do with leaving me to fend for myself so you can make out with Jesse on a couch?"
".....No?"
I let out a quick exhale through my nose, "So whats the question?"
"Obviously my question is: How did it go?"
I sighed and thought back to my interaction with Abby the previous night. "Good. No, bad. Well, good and bad. Gad,"
"What is that even supposed to mean?"
"You knowww, we like talked for a bit and got to know eachother, but the heartbreaking news, is that she is not a carpet muncher,"
"WHAT! NO WAY!"
"I KNOW. You should've heard me she was all: 'you're gay?' and I went: 'you aren't??'"
Dina snorted into the receiver as I laughed along with her.
"Well shoot. That's a bust," She said, still chuckling. "Hey, wanna go to Laverne's? I'm craving pancakes and french fries real bad,"
"Yes please, 'vernies is the best hangover cure"
"Kay, Ill be at your place in fifteen,"
I hung up the phone as my kettle began to whistle at me from the stove.
I walked over, grabbing a mug on the way and poured in the boiling water. I grabbed my favorite tea and walked into my bathroom to help myself to look slightly more presentable.
Jesus I looked like shit.
I began brushing my teeth before there was a knock at my door.
I rolled my eyes at Dina's overestimate of arriving in "fifteen".
"Dina you said fift-" I cut myself off as I swung open the door and was not met with Dina's face.
Are you fucking kidding me.
Abby fucking Anderson was standing at my front door (looking handsome as ever of fucking course) while I looked like I had just crawled out of the sewers.
"Hi" She awkwardly said with a half smile.
"Oh, hey Abby,"
There was a moment of awkward silence before Abby seemingly jolted in memory of why she was at my door to begin with.
"You, uh, left this on the chair you were sitting on last night, figured you might be looking for it," She said, pulling my pink hello kitty wallet out of her strangely large pocket.
"Oh, shit, thanks Abby," I answered before grabbing my wallet back. "I guess that's pretty important,"
Abby exhaled through her nose in a chuckle. "Yeah well I cant be your knight in shining armor every time. Last night hitting hard, huh?" She looked my slightly up and down teasingly and I suddenly felt very aware of my messy hair, thin sleep tank, and pajama pants.
"Yeah yeah I'll be more careful. Thank you again."
"Yeah no biggie. Um, I gotta run, but I'll see you?"
"For sure, see you Abby,"
We smiled at each other before I shut the door.
Oh my god that was so embarrassing.
I glanced at the time and realized I didn't have long before Dina actually got here.
After fixing myself up and being halfway dressed the real Dina knocked on my door. I shouted a "just a sec" before throwing on my jeans and getting my things and opening the door.
"Hi D,"
"Hey sweets, how ya feeling?" Dina teased with a smirk.
I gave her a playful eyeroll accompanied by a middle finger.
She threw her head back with a laugh and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "I told you not to do that shit anymore,"
"Yeah well after my wakeup call this morning I won't,"
'You're welcome,"
I sighed before replying with "Not yours, although that one was miserable too,"
"Oh? What wakeup call are you referring to, then?" She asked, turning her head in my direction.
"Ugh I'll tell you at Laverne's,"
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The familiar diner smelled like coffee and pie as it welcomed my senses.
Dina and I made a beeline for the back of the restaurant, where our usual table resided right by the kitchen door.
We plopped down in out usual seats and told the waitress our orders before Dina shot me a look.
"...What?" I asked looking around.
"Helloooo, your 'other wakeup call'??" She said looking at me as if I was stupid.
"Oh! Right right, well I had gotten your call, right? And no kidding like two minutes after we hung up there was a knock at my door, so, obviously I thought it was you and answered the door looking like some sort of extraterrestrial and you will literally never guess who was at the door,"
"Was it...girl I don't know just tell me,"
"It was our favorite muscle mommy," I said laughing with embarrassment.
"WHAT?? You're telling me Abigail Anderson was at your fucking apartment this morning??" She asked, a little too loud.
"Jesus, D, keep your voice down. And yes, she was totally there, and looked totally smoking hot,"
"And what did she want?" Dina suggestively wiggled her brows.
"Ugh, unfortunately that's never gonna happen. She was bringing me my wallet, said I dropped it last night,"
"Wait, what? She already have a girlfriend or something?"
"Dina, she's straight, remember?"
"Psh, are you sure? She's like the gayest looking girl I've seen,"
"Dude, I asked. She's straight as a square,"
"Whatever more like a circle"
"Wh-"
I was interrupted by what I thought was the waitress coming in, but was actually Ellie sliding into the seat next to me.
"Hello gentleman" she said with a smirk.
"Hey Els," I greeted my friend.
"Hey Ellie is your f-" I cut off Dina's sabotage with a kick to the shin and my best "you better fucking not" stare before she embarrassed me further.
"What?" Ellie confusedly looked between the two of us.
I gave Dina another look, this time softer and more pleading and I saw her give in.
"Oh, nothing, not important,"
"Hey, liar. What were your gonna say?"
Before Dina could conjure one of her perfect excuses the actual waitress came to give Dina and I our orders, while Ellie made one of her own.
"Ordered a lot of food there, Williams," I teased with a smirk.
"Nah, not all for me," She brushed off my statement.
"Who the hell else would it be for?" I asked, as the answer to my question walked right through the door.
You have got to be kidding.
a/n: hey...hey...how yall doin....
im so sorry for being gone for so long pls forgive me!! Starting up uni again has been rough, especially moving back in for the year. but i promise i will try and update as much as i can.
p.s...it's prob not who u think walking into the diner :3
ok thats all i will say luv u bye
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hhighkey · 1 year
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Nanami Kento Headcanons
AGE GAP SERIES - GENERAL
f!reader
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series: how you met,
the most perfect man
you’re a good amount of years younger than him let’s say between 5-7 years for our sake but i feel like you gotta be old enough to drink for this man to consider
be prepared to be courted
like properly taken out on dates, sent flowers, constant calls, and check-ins
you’ll never be left on the dark with this man
never opening a door around him i am convinced
i saw someone say he’d keep his hands on your waist as someone’s passing by to move you and ugh yes
lowkey dads you
will straight up scold you if you’re being a brat or doing something risky
sometimes he’s a little too mature for your liking, you’re upset and just looking for an argument and he doesn’t argue. he wants to communicate- you’ve never had that before and it’s foreign
he can be impatient about detrimental things, childish things, but he’s always patient with you
or tries to be patient… will always listen to you ramble and try to see it from your side. but he’s like wow that’s such an immature way of thinking and just has to deal with it
i imagine if you vape it pisses him off sm he’ll just rip it out of your hand and scold you idk why i had this thought
you’re literally his perfect girl
he adores you in every way
calls you dear and honey
always walks behind you when going up stairs so no one looks at your ass
always brings a jacket when you two go out, regardless if he needs it because you always do even when you insist you don’t
he’ll go to the bar with you and your friends ofc if you ask, but he’ll feel out of place. he’s more of the fine establishments type person where everyone’s dressed up and that’s where he’d prefer to spend his time off with you besides home
loves spoiling you
loves watching you get flustered as you’re not used to it- pretty jewelry and bags make you red in the face
you’re just always trying to tell him you don’t need all that stuff like you’re good!
friends joke he’s your sugar daddy (he borderline likes it too)
you’re a civilian as i can see him needing a constant to come home to
loves when you are just hanging out and you lay your head on his lap so he can play with your hair and keep you close
but that means you’re stuck worrying a lot
sometimes turns into him having to console you and support you over his career more so than anything else
which you feel so guilty but you’re too young to deal with the emotions and be able to set them aside to support him
but you try- like shoulder massages after a hard job, sitting with him in silence until he’s ready to talk
you see him all bloody once as he had a tough job, gojo got you from school (pls why do i see you being a grad student) or work
and you’re traumatized seeing him beat up like that- he’d wait days sometimes to see you again to rid of major injuries
you don’t know how to handle it. you don’t know if you can handle it but you love him
sometimes the age gap does take its toll on both of you
you still love going out, drinking, making dumb decisions not ready for the real world whereas he’s cynical about life, works tirelessly
i would say that’s where all the arguments stem from
his frustration with your actions and lack of care towards yourself. you can barely cook to save your life, you hardly do laundry, and you’re deathly hungover when he wants to get breakfast
why doesn’t he want to get black out drunk with you? he doesn’t want to go to girls night? or why is he still at work late? you’ll blame gojo for that one
it probably forces y’all to sit down and really talk about what you both want out of the relationship
which is each other
i wanna write so much age gap stuff for him
nsfw
dom! pleasure dom like always complimenting you and singing you praise about how good you feel
if he’s your first- he’ll take that very seriously
gentle with you like you’d break in his arms
walks you through everything he’s doing
preps you so perfectly, making you finish with his tongue before he even touches you, is very big on foreplay always
is more for your pleasure than his own
large :)
stretches you out, your gasping for him as you grasp his biceps
calls you princess in bed
“such a good girl.”
“so tight for me.”
“you like that?”
“feel so good around my cock.”
“c’mon princess, come for me.”
teases you so much, has you begging for him to fuck you, touch you, let you finish
king of aftercare with baths and cuddles aw
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iaeriy · 3 months
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Issues • ferran torres x male reader
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summary: vacation planning is never wrong, not unless there’s somebody along with you.
word count; 4.81k!
warnings; m!reader, slight angst, drunk m! reader, smut! spanish translated sentences, praise kink, insecured reader! if this is somewhat ‘uncomfortable’ then gtfo my page.
a/n; hihi! This isnt proofread..i just finished this and its midnight ummmm,,,idkk how i did so far but pls anything disrespectful just gtfo my page like i have on the warnings. hope y’all enjoy reading this! 🎀
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Chaotic. That’s how it was already going for no reason. Arguments and insults thrown across the room, one because they didn’t want to go along, or two because of how you had to come along. Not even putting your headphones on would help and make it less annoying. The team had agreed on a vacation from what xavi had said, “a break was needed” apparently..but now here you were involved for some reason.
“Hostia! Quién le dijo a el que viniera ademas!? El se pudia quedar aqui!” (Fuck! Who told him that he had to come along!? He could’ve stayed here!) you heard joão talking about you before you took your headphones off.
“Tu ni digas tus pinches puterias, puro pendejo te pones. Además, cállate actuándote como niño pequeño.” (Dont you date say fucking nonsense, acting all dumb. Besides shut up, acting like a little kid.) You spat out before going on your phone, joão gave you a disgusted look and with the corner of your eye you stuck the middle finger out. João was about to get up before ferran held him.
“just let him be, you started this so why don’t you just leave for now, it was already final. we’re all going and he’s coming along for a reason.” ferran said as you turned around looking at him, you admired everything about him. Especially his eyes. You were watching him as joão was somewhat trying to calm down. “Well then, i’ll go. It’s late and we leave tomorrow. Xavi said to be there early to the training site so from there on we go to the airport he said.” joão said grabbing his stuff before walking to the door, leaving the house.
You got up before ferran sneaked behind you his fingers wrapping around your waist as you turned around, “what? Do i have to argue with you as well??” You said before he shook his head, “not at all, quit having the attitude too.” He said, you rolled your eyes. “i wasn’t but okay.” you said before walking away, ferran followed you to the bedroom. your steps to the room were quiet, you were trying to hold a particular side of yours in, a side that made you go ballistic over ferran. You were currently fixing the bed to go to sleep before a pair of arms wrapped around you, “go away..” you murmured, putting the pillow on his side. “woah there.” he said as you turned around, "que?" (what?) you said before he held your cheek, you looked around trying to avoid his look.
“ahora me ignoras?” (now you ignore me?) he said scoffing before a giggle slipped out of your mouth, “no..te lo juro que n-no! ay que haces!” (no..i swear i’m not..ugh what are you doing!) he said picking you up placing you on the bed, your head resting against the pillow. you looked up at him, your cheeks warming up as his hands were placed next to your head, “algo que debería haber hecho hace un tiempo para mantenerte callado.” (something i should’ve done awhile ago to keep you quiet.) he says as your brows furrowed, “que-“ you said before he shut you up with his lips, you melted in kissing back. his hands tangling in your hair, a small grunt coming out of your mouth, he continued to kiss you. You felt him lowering down to you, feeling his bulge on yours. Your hands wrapping around his neck, his kiss going from your lips to your neck. “that isn’t going to h..help..” you panted out before tapping on his shoulder.
He pulled himself up as you blushed heavily, “let’s just get ready to sleep..we have a long day tomorrow right? besides you complain a lot for sleep cariño.” you said sitting up before getting up, he scoffed knowing his plan didn’t work out well. “whats wrong? upset your plan didn’t workout?” you said smirking to yourself without him looking, “how did you-“ he said as you looked at him, “i’m not this dumb, such things like this happens when you’re upset..” you said before taking your hoodie and shirt off at the same time changing into a white shirt and a pair of grey sweats.
You walked back to the bedroom and found him on the bed without his shirt, you gulped trying to avoid the look. Now you were thinking..thinking stuff you honestly promised to yourself you wouldn’t.. You walked over to your spot laying down under the covers, your back facing ferran. His hand slowly creeping up on your shoulder attempting to turn you around “no..please..” you said before he turned you around, you groaned loudly, looking at him. “what! i don’t want to look at you right now!” you said covering your face, “come on it won’t even be that bad, as long as we make it seem like we’re not a thing yet then we’ll be fine. we’ll wake up early in the morning and hopefully pack then we’ll be leaving..” he said as you looked at him, “fine..that stupid argument was so unnecessary tho..” you said before he placed his finger on your lip, “i know it did, it was annoying either way.” he said you whined before turning around, your back facing him.
“Let’s just sleep amor, you’ll feel better. I promise.”
you nodded against the pillows as he chuckled kissing your cheek before he turned the lamp off, the two of you dozing off.
Approximately the next morning..
The sound of ferrans alarm blaring through the room waking you up before you rubbed your eyes, ferrans arm was on your chest. You nudged him off, before reaching over to his nighstand turning the alarm off, “hey..wake up..” you said shaking him slightly, he groaned turning around. You huffed out shaking him harshly this time, “get up! we’re going to be late..” you said before he turned back around looking at you half awake, “mi niño hermoso..” (my cute boy..) he said cupping your cheek, you blushed heavily before he pulled you in, kissing you. you kissed back cupping his cheeks, “ya..no mas..vamonos que tenemos que apurarnos..” (stop..no more..let’s go we have to hurry..) you said getting off the bed, he sat up frowning. “should’ve just stayed home..” he said as you scoffed, “now is not the time..” you said before he got up himself starting to help you pack.
you were already done packing, you felt him behind you as he pressed himself against your ass. you stopped your movements in shocked, this early and he was already in..the mood.. “ferran..it’s early to be like this..” you sighed out before turning around, he shook his head. “no it’s not..” he said, you rolled your eyes. “of course, because you’re the one pleasuring me.” you said before walking off, “attitude again?” he said before you put your hoodie on and shoes, “yes. matter fact, deal with it.” You said before walking out, he pinned you against the door. You looked up, not afraid before you tilted your head. “sex isn’t going to fix this situation by the way.” you said before he grabbed your jaw, you looked up at him. “and your attitude isn’t fixing this since last night, so i..” he said smacking your ass, you whined. “—i’d shut up or we’ll continue doing this. mr cocky.” he said before he let you go.
you rolled your eyes before walking out, “you’re one to talk..” you said before closing the luggage, “now let’s go. i’m driving.” you said as he smirked at your attitude, “sureeee..” he said as you two walked downstairs, you went into the garage before opening it as you unlocked the car, opening the trunk you placed the luggage inside. you felt the pair of arms around your waist again, you turned around looking up at ferran. “don’t..” you said before he placed a finger on your lip, “from now on, you speak and it wont look pretty. understood?” he said as you gulped, “..m-mhm..” you said before he slapped your ass, you bit your lip before getting inside the passenger seat. He got in the driver seat before turning the car on as he opened the garage, driving to the training site.
you were on your phone, you felt ferrans hands tracing near your thigh. your eyes shooting down to his hand, you gulped. “q..que haces?” (what are you doing?) you said his hand squeezing your thigh, “nada..” (nothing..) he said, you looked at him beofre looking back down at your phone, suddenly his palm cupped your crotch. you yelped before smacking his hand off, “i-is this because of my attitude!?” you said, he shrugged as you scoffed. “don’t fucking scoff at me and answer!” you said before he squeezed your bulge again, you bit down on your bottom lip holding in your moan. “..and you don’t give me attitude, it’s not that hard amor.” he said, you nodded before he rubbed his thumb around your crotch before you moved his hand away, turning around. “idiot..” you murmured quietly before going back on your phone.
he parked the car before you unbuckled your seatbelt, he looked at you. “you’re seriously not mad?” he said as you shook your head, “no..you tease too much.” you said, he chuckled kissing your cheek, you blushed before you held onto his index finger. “remember not to-“ you said before his finger was placed on your lip, “not to argue with them because they’ll make you involved, yes i understand..” he said, you smiled nodding your head before he kissed your cheek. “let’s go then.” he said before you two got out the car walking inside the site.
after being on the bus and now on the plane..
you sat next to the window laying down on the small bed, ferran was asleep, although his hand was resting on your thigh..you looked at him while he was sleeping. right across from you and ferran was pedri and joão, you and joão were back on good terms..i guess..ferran slightly moved around looking at you half awake, you looked down at him. “hey..” he murmured sleepily, you felt the pool of butterflies flow through your stomach, the voice making you blush heavily. “hey sleepy head..” you said, he chuckled holding your hand. “you’re so handsome..” he said, you smiled as you interlocked your pinkie with his. you two making eye contact for the longest bit of time, although you felt a glance you didn’t care.
you smiled before joão started talking, “you two never stop with this bullshit..” you almost spoke before ferran sat up covering your mouth, “be quiet, you always want to start something joão, i think your time should be done..why not talk with fermin too..” he said, your mouth still covered trying to move his hand away but he tightened his grip around your mouth. you smacked his hand before he slapped your thigh without joão seeing, you blushed again before joão scoffed turning around talking to fermin. “seriously!” you whispered yelled before he nodded his head, “yes, i think the attitude is mostly enough for today, especially since yesterday.” he said, you rolled your eyes slapping his arm. “you idiot..” you murmured, he chuckled spanking your ass as you were turning around. you slightly moaned, he chuckled.
you looked at him laying on your stomach, “what are we going to do when we get to the hotel..” you said as he shrugged, “don’t know yet hermoso..” he said before he covered your lower body with the blanket, before he began to squeeze and play with your ass. “s-seriously!?..” you whisper yelled before he began squeezing your bum, you rolled your eyes attempting not to moan. “y-you do this the wrong moment..” you murmured as he said “nuh uh”, you tried to move his hand off but earned a smack on your ass. you sat up before slapping his hand, “that’s enough. besides we land in 30 minutes..” you said before turning to face the window, trying to fall asleep.
“now you’re ignoring me..?”
“no, cállate mejor.”
“en serio? me vas a dar tu actitud?” (seriously? you’re going to give me your attitude?)
you ignored him falling back asleep for the last 30 minutes of the flight, suddenly a harsh squeeze went to your ass. you whimpered into your pillow as he chuckled, “dumbass.”
30 minutes later..
after a small turbulance and a 30 minute nap, you woke up to ferran whispering in your ear, “wake up..” and tapping on your shoulder, you woke up. “did we land..?” you said sleepily, he nodded kissing your cheek. you sat up rubbing your eyes before standing up, ferran on the other hand was grabbing both yours and his luggages. you put your shoes back on. “did the nap help your attitude?” he said, “sorta..d-do y-you need help tho..” you said yawning slightly as he chuckled, “no, not unless you want to-“ he said, you nodded your head before you held his luggage, “they’re not heavy, they’re both the same weight baby..” you said before he kissed your cheek.
It was morning, the team decided to fly to ibiza. surprisingly it was afternoon, about 4pm and the team already had plans..a fucking goddamn club.
after stepping out of the plane and getting on the bus, you took the seat next to the window as ferran sat next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. “hey..” he said as you looked at him smiling, “hi..” you said before he chuckled, “what’s wrong?” he said before you shook your head, “nada..did you get everything loaded in..” he said as you nodded, “what are we going to do after this?” you said, he chuckled. “remember..they want to go to the club so half of us are going..do you want to go..” he said, you looked at him nodding your head. “yea..alejandro made a deal about drinks.” you said looking down giggling, ferran scoffed. “okay well..not to much drinks tho..” he said, you nodded your head, “mhmm..” you said holding his hand on the top of his.
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After a long Shananiganz from the hotel to now at the club, you and alejandro were just talking with fermin. ferran was..well..busy you could say. You dont even remember what drink you were on, like your 5th? 6th? But that was since alejandro was paying. You were tipsy and all giggly, to the point fermin had to leave and get ferran on you. “i-i’m fine..! wh-why is he even getting..” you said confused before ferran appeared right behind alejandro, you scoffed whining loudly before drinking your drink. “come on let’s go.” He said as you shook your head, “no. i-i’m staying..i want..m..more..” you said before burping. ferran rolled his eyes, “no vamonos ya.” (no let’s go now.) he said grabbing your hand, you slapped his hand off. “stoppppp! you’re being dramatic..” you said before he slapped your thigh, “let’s go now. i’m not fucking playing around.” he said, you giggled shaking your head. “nooopeeee..” you said booping his nose.
you were giggling, in a mess technically. the alcohol was making your brain fuzzy, keeping you distracted from whatever. You rubbed your hands on your thighs slightly whimpering before ferran turned to alejandro, “cuantos?” (how many?) he said crossing his arms against his chest, alejandro shrugged. “cuantos tomo alejandro!” (how much did he take alejandro!) ferran slightly yelled, you gulped looking at him. “como seis o diez, no se y no me importa.” (like six or 10..i dont know and i dont care.) he said, your hand traced under ferrans shirt. “stopppp..being m…mad..” you said looking at him.
he grabbed your hand looking at you, “you think im joking?” he said, you giggled before he pulled you off your seat. “hey! you’re no funnn..!” you said before he whispered something to alejandro and fermin as he took you out the building. “that was not needed! ugh!” you said before he dragged you by the arm to the car, you were following him before he pinned you to the car hood, you gulped. “whatttt are you goinggg to dooo nowww..” you said giggling befofe he grabbed your cheeks in one, “shut you up.” he said as you furrowed your brows, “huh? h-hey! mmngh..” you said as he kissed you deeply, you kissed back holding onto his shoulders, his hand squeezing your bum slightly. you grunted into his mouth before you slipped your tongue into his mouth, the taste of the alcohol spreading through his mouth as you giggled.
he picked you up as you blushed heavily, “p-put me d..downnn!” you said, his bulge slightly rubbing against your ass. you slighty moaned into his mouth before you pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily and wiping your lips. “you done giving me your attitude?” he said as you nodded giggling, “maybeeeee..!” you said wiggling out of his grip before walking over to your side of the seat, sitting down on the passenger side as ferran sat on the driver side, starting the car before he drove to the hotel. your hand sneaking through his bulge, you bit down on your lip rubbing your hand over it. he groaned before glancing at you, “en serio?” (seriously?) he said as you giggled, “youuu started..th..this..” you said midway giggling before you burped on accident from the alcohol, “you’re just a cute little thing when you’re tipsy aren’t you..” he said, you giggled drawing lines around his bulge, and boy. It was aching through his boxers, things he wanted to do to you right now but you guys were even halfway near the hotel.
“parale.” (stop.) he said as you shook your head still moving your finger, your hand nearly about to slide into his pants before he slapped your hand off. “how about now, just wait til we get to the room.” he said glancing at you, you blushed heavily. “this is your f-fault by the way! i-i was only doing my business and y-you got mad!” you said before he slapped your thigh, “more quiet less talking, yeah?” he said as you rolled your eyes, “fuck you..” you murmured before he looked over at you, “oh i definitely will and enjoy it.” he mumbled before you looked out the window, hands crossed against your chest. You were quiet, matter fact the drive was quiet.
he parked the car now infront of the hotel, you looked at him without him noticing before you got out the car, slightly wobbling you held onto the car before he grabbed your hand, yanking you around. “o-ow! th..that hurts!” you said before he shook his head, “this is what you get.” he said before you two were now in the halls near the room, you gulped before whining. “l-let go of m..me..” you said before he opened the door, he pushed you inside as you yelped. the lights were fully off, it was dark. “i-i can’t see anything..” you whispered before the second he turned the lights on, he cupped your cheek kissing you. you kissed back, you cupped both his cheeks as you were pinned to the wall. you continued kissing him, before he tugged on your shirt pulling you closer, “not much talkative no more huh?” he said, you whined pushing him off. “i-i only wanted y-you!” you said before you tried walking away, he grabbed you picking you up. “put me down!” you said moving around before he placed you on the bed, you sat up on your elbows looking at him confusingly.
he took his shirt off as you watched the tee go over his head, you swallowed nervously. he chuckled watching your breathing slowly increase, he hovered above you. you looked down at his clothed member, it was already..big.. you were staring down to the point you couldn’t even hear ferran calling your name. he lifted your chin up, “look at me.” he said before you whined, he chuckled before he caressed your cheek softly with his thumb, “sit up.” he said before you didn’t hesitate to sit up, his hands crawling to the hem of your shirt before pulling it up to your chest, over to your head. you blushed heavily before he discarded your shirt somewhere in the room, “now we’re equal.” he said chuckling, you whined before he kissed you again shushing you, you whined again as his palm pressed down onto your bulge, you moaned into his mouth.
he chuckled still kissing you, before you unbuttoned his pants, leaving him fully naked, ferran kissed your neck before you looked away, he stopped before you sat up looking at him.
“what’s wrong?” he said sitting down, you looked at him and well..you were the only one still clothed. quickly you tried to cover your chest. that wave of feeling grossed out for who you were.
he tilted his head. “que paso?” (what happened?) he said as you shook your head. “n-nothing..” you said looking away not wanting to made any sort of contact with him, “talk to me..we can stop if you want-i-i’m sorry if i was being a bit aggressive..” he said before you shook your head, “i-it’s..n..not that..” you said playing with your finger.
“then what is it?” he said holding your other hand, you slighty smiled.
“just what if u think im too boring for sex.. i mean.. you probably changed..” you mumbled, he shook his head. “you’re not babe..we haven’t done it in awhile and it’s okay, i’ll make you feel good..” he whispered, you blushed heavily before he held your cheek, kissing you passionately. you kissed back still blushing before he laid you down, his hands slightly tugging onto your pants as the kiss was distracting you from what he was doing, he slowly unbuttoned your pants before he looked at you, you nodded before he pulled your bottoms down. you blushed heavily feeling much safer around him, before you felt his hand slightly palm you. you moaned into his mouth, your hand on his shoulder. “see..nothing to be afraid of..you’re already doing well..” he whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek as he continued to stroke you slowly, your cheeks all red from the encouragement. his hand still moving up and down slowly.
the two of you still kissing, your moans being drowned into your boyfriends mouth before he pulled his hand away. “w-why’d you stop..” you said sitting up on your elbows again, he chuckled pecking your forehead, “just..getting you started..” he said, your cheeks heating up again. “lay on your stomach..” he whispered before you nodded your head, laying down on your stomach, close enough to being on your fours. you gulped before he spat down onto his cock, he slightly stroked himself groaning quietly before pushing his tip in. you gaspy moaned, slightly leaning your head back as his free hand held onto your abdomen, “shhh..” he said in your ear before pushing himself in all the way. you moaned at the way his length filled you up just..perfectly.
he began to slowly pound into you, you were already moaning since it had been awhile since the last sex, he continued moving his hips in and out of your hole, “like i said..doing so well pretty..” he groaned out in your ear, his cock thrusting slowly and steadily into you, your head was slightly resting against his shoulder as small uh uh uhs came out of your mouth, he placed small kisses on your shoulder before his free hand poked your thigh, you giggled between your moans. “tell me if i-it..feels good.” he said in between his groans, before he went back to stroking your cock again, you whiny moaned before you nodded your head quickly, unable to answer from the constant uncontrollable moans slipping out due to a long hiatus of well..no sex.
he continued slowly pounding into you before pacing up, you grunted at each thrust feeling his pelvis bone smack against your ass hardly but not as hard against you, your head falling forward. you constantly moaned out feeling his hand rub against you, his kisses went to your neck slightly sucking on your skin leaving a few marks behind. the slow but hard pace making you already see stars, you could feel him everywhere. it felt so good, so good you couldn’t even explain the deliciousness in your body. he continued thrusting deeply into you groaning through your ear, you bit down on your lip.
the deeper he was burried, the way your eyes would slightly roll your eyes at the pleasure. your ass slightly bouncing with how hard he was thrusting. the small sounds of the bed creaking and the sounds of your moans and ferrans groans echoing through the room, hopefully no complains in the morning.
“c-can you move faster?” you said before he nodded his head, “of course pretty..” he said as his thumb rubbed over the tip of your cock, you cried out a moan before he pounded quicker into you. you nearly moaned loudly, holding onto the sheets as ferrans fingertips caressed your waist, “shh..shh.. it’s okay..” he said softly into your ear, you turned around looking at him from your shoulder before he kissed you again, you kissed back with hicuppy moans, his hand matching the same exact pace as in how he was fucking you, you blushed heavily at the moment happening right now. “doing so well baby..how does it feel? hmm?” he said pulling away from the kiss, you were fucked out. unable to think as you mumbled, ‘s-so gooooodddd..’ he chuckled at your state of expression, his hand kneading your ass as you whined. “n-not there!” you said in between your moans.
he continued ramming his hips back and forth with a pattern of the pace, you were in your own world enjoying the tingling feeling, he pulled out as you gulped sitting up wobbly, “w-why’d you..” you said panting before he laid down, “come here..” he said before you looked at him, crawling over to him sitting over the tip of his cock, as you felt him stretch you out yet again.. differently. you let out a hiccupy whimper before he tilted his head, “fuuuck..much better like that..” he said as you began to roll your hips back and forth, his hand slowly going in contact with your member, the new position making your brain feel mushy and wussy, “like it so far?” he said as you nodded your head, your hands placed on his chest.
“i-it feels s-so go-ood!” you said before you rolled your hips faster, your bulge pumping in and out of his palm, he chuckled before you felt him twitch underneath you, he held your waist tightly before thrusting above you. you whiny moaned, feeling his cock hit against your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back. you scratched his chest, as he continued pounding into you. “did so well..think you can do well one last time?” he groaned out as you moaned in response, you leaned closely kissing him before he kissed you back, with him thrusting into you and the kiss, he released himself with a low moan. his spirts of cum warming you up before you released yourself on his chest, half of your cum landing on your chest before you felt on him.
you breathed heavily burrying your face into the crook of his neck, “you did well pretty..wake up..” he said as you shook your head, “t..tired..” you said before slightly sitting up, you were still ontop of him before slightly getting off, you squeezed your leg shut so nothing would leak out of you, he chuckled before you laid next to him. you were fighting off the sleep before he got up, he came back with a towel cleaning you off then himself. you rolled back under the covers before he wrapped his arm around you, “still tipsy?” he said as you shook your head, “no..i’m okay now..probably a headache in the morning..” you mumbled sleepily, “cutie..” he said intertwining his pinkie with yours, breaking the silence. “you know..i don’t care about what you think right..at the end of the day i love you and nothing will seperate us..” he said as you smiled, “mhm..” you said. he smiled before kissing your cheek,
“i love you.”
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softlyspector · 1 year
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I totally get if you're too busy with all your prompts, and feel free to ignore this if you are, but I would absolutely love if you did the below touch-starved prompts for Marc when you have a moment pls because he's literal babey and you write him so damn well
their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer
^ feeling crushed when that action is taken as a sign of discomfort, and they watch them slowly back off
Marc Spector + feeling crushed when your breath hitches
a/n: anything for you bats, im honored you would send me a prompt 🥰
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"I can win it for you," Marc says, the noise and color of the city fair muted when you're standing next to him.
"I want to win it myself," you counter. "But thank you very much. That's very noble of you."
Marc stays quiet, watches the flex of your arm as you aim another dart at the target on the other side of the booth. The flashing lights of the game booth reflect in the depths of your eyes and over your skin in a colorful, hypnotic whirl.
The scent of fried food, beer, and lemonade hangs in the air, occasionally washed away by the cool summer breeze blowing off the lake several blocks away.
You loose the dart and miss the bullseye again. "C'mon," he says, handing his third five dollar bill over to the kid running the booth before you can even ask. "Lemme at least help you."
"Fine," you huff as you're presented with five more darts. "I just need to hit it once, for the little one." You point up at the stuffed black bear that had drawn you over in the first place.
"We can get it once," he assures you.
Marc walks you through how to hold the dart, how to place your feet and release it, the way your wrist should snap forward.
You follow along carefully, and the kid doesn't pay any attention to the pair of you. No one else was jostling for a chance to throw darts for a stuffed bear like you were.
This time when you let the dart fly it lands closer to the bullseye. Still, you're pretty far away from hitting it.
Marc nods. "Better. Try again. You need to snap your wrist harder."
"I'm trying," you grit, just a tad of frustration seeping into your tone.
"You can do it," he encourages.
You throw the dart and it lands further out than the first though your technique is better. "Ugh! This is impossible!"
"No, it's not," he says patiently. "You're just getting frustrated."
You glare at him and he laughs. "C'mere, baby," he reaches for you, "I'll show you."
Marc's fingers skim your wrist, and you inhale sharply. The noise knocks him out of his head, and he drops his hand. His heart sinks into his stomach, a bitter vine slithering up his throat.
He knows better than to touch you suddenly, or at all.
You've been strange about touch since he met you, your body going stiff and hard whenever anyone even casually touched you. He isn't sure why, and he knows it's not him. Still, the thought creeps in. Why would you want him to touch you anyways?
"Look," he says instead, brushing past the moment to pick up one of the other darts. "Hold it like this and then-," he mimes the motion. "Like that. Try it again."
You stare at him, the colors still whirling over your face. "Well," you hesitate. "Can't you show me?"
Marc stares at you for a long moment.
"I thought you were going to show me," you say, looking embarrassed as you gesture between you.
"Are you sure?"
"How else am I gonna learn?" You ask.
His heart feels caught in his throat, but he manages to react.
Marc steps behind you, plasters his chest to your back and takes your hand in his. He guides you slowly, distracted by the heat of your body against his.
Your arm is cradled against his, his elbow cuffing yours in.
Your breath hitches again, but this time he knows its excited, anticipatory. Marc draws your hand back and guides it forward.
The dart lands with a loud thunk in the center of the bullseye.
"Yes!" You squeal and turn in his arms, giving him an abrupt hug that leaves him oddly flustered. He doesn't get to return your hug before you're whirling away and pointing excitedly to the little bear.
"You still have two darts," he reminds you. "You could win something bigger."
You shake your head, "No. I want him." You reach out and put your hand in his. "Please."
He falters for a moment, your hand in his, before he remembers himself and squeezes your hand back. "Whatever you want, baby."
The guy hands you the bear you pick out, and Marc keeps your hand in his. "Why'd you want that one?"
"Look how grumpy it is," you hold it out in front of you as you walk away from the booth. "He looks just like you."
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theirlgarfield · 3 months
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Gojo x reader fem
tell me if i should do a masc one, btw smut warning, sensitive content, still new to this so im gonna go soft do critique me pls!
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Its a lazy saturday morning your on the couch reading your book some pages even make you blush.
the you hear a buzz from your phone "Bzzz...Bzzzz...BBBRRRING"
"ugh, god damnit this better be important" you flip your phone over to see 2 messages and a missed call from gojo what does this shithead want from you today
you and gojo had a stict FWB situation nothing more,or s you thought....
you check his texts and this fucker send you a white kitten gif with a text underneath it saying "good morning sweet cheeks, howd you sleep" with a little :3 at the end. you dont quite know what he wants with you but it cant be good thats for sure. you decide to text him back "what do you want gojo?" he responds in 30 seconds "i mean i think yk what i mean ;3....." your kidding me i think to myself "fine" i respond
30 minutes later hes at my house he knocks on the door and as i open it hes leaning on the door frame staring at me and looking me up and down with a smirk on his face,
"good morning beautiful" he says in a flirty voice hes wearing a tight compression shirt and grey sweatpants oh and how he knows what happens when he wears it
tbh just seeing him kinda turns me on and his outfit i already saw his pants and he knew what he was doing to me. I let him inside and close the door he whispers in my ear "you look charming in those clothes but beautiful with out them" he breaths hot air down my neck "I could say the same for you, toru~"
i lightly grab his face and bring him in for a kiss, because of his height i have to get on my tippy toes just to reach him but then he lifts me up by my waist and my legs wrap around him.
using one hand to run a finger from my neck and and down my spine and holding me, being in his arms felt like heaven and it was glorious he knew how to hold me kiss me even fuck me ecspecially the last one.
he pushes his lip into mine, as our lips disconnect a line of drool comes out. he knaws slighty on my chin before returning to clashing againts my lips.
as the tension between us grows like a magnet he places me on the counter feeling every curve of my body, and placing one of his hands under my shirt cupping my breast lighly rubbing the nipple he pulls his face to my neck and starts marking it with his teeth practically claiming me, i let out a soft moan as he pinches my nips and he bites hard and run another finger down my back exciting all my nerves and as i think hes about to keep going he pushes me farther on the counter.
"undress~"he says demandingly but also calming he knows hes won
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should i continue it? lemme know and i would love comments since this is my first ever actual story and i kinda like it let me know what yall like and what u dont like! adios have a great day or good night drink water and take care of urself mwah
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kairunatic · 4 months
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*sigh*
As promised Casino Billford CG
Lesson learned never hype anyone in this game cause you'll legit end up being disappointed
Cause that's exactly what happened to me idk what to feel about this lmao
Habbit literally showed Billford worst side
Cause he Legit R*pe someone and twice!!!
So yeah heads up
CW:R*pe
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So we start with Billford taking a break from the Casino. Hoping he could relax a bit one of the security personal got an alert there is something happening in the backrooms
You'll get two options to either go with Bonvoy or Marion
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For Bonvoy he was dealing with a Spoiled rich kid who was in debt and can't pay up. He tried telling the two that his dad will pay him up but it seems he can't(Yeah you don't have to tell me this guy is literally Rook but a furry)
With no money to pay as per rule of the Casino he has to pay with his body.
So Billford literally fucked the rich kid. And took pics of it since that's part of the Casino rules
Even though the rich kid "DIDN'T WANT TO IN THE FIRST PLACE"
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After fucking him the rich kid cried and he promised to never do it again. Billford suddenly developed a conscience felt bad for the rich kid
So what he did is he deleted the pics he took of him and will do something about his debt as long as he doesn't come back here. To the casino
Bonvoy ask if what they did was alright and Bill said its fine since what they did is pretty bad and they don't have to stoop that low to get money
(Well bad news cause the 2nd option is probably the most fucked up)
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If you choose Marion
This time they are already dealing with someone who lost all there money and can't pay debt but the only difference is this dude destroyed several machines in the process
And as usual Billford fucked the guy and took pics
But what's fucked up about this is the dude is not gay yes he's a straight guy. And he literally beg Bill not to fuck him cause he's not gay
What's worst is This dude insulted billfold by saying he has a Tiny dick Bill took this personally and literally fucked the guy till he passed out
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After that they left the guy there while Billford goes see Bonvoy. And Marion trying to get a copy of it
Sooo yeah that's basically what happened in Casino Billford CG
And you can tell I'm legit not happy with this lmao
Imagine saving half a year for 1k only to be given a R*pe CG of your favourite character....
This event literally made billford Dirty😭
Ugh idk what to say hahaha like yeah I know its AE and pretty much majority of the CG here are always questionable but seriously come on
This is just WTF
But oh well rant over lol
I may need a break from Bill for a few moments hahhaha
And again Yes I know Bill did something awful but pls don't ever fucking blame Gamma C for this, I don't wanna see another Posporo corca incident
If you have a problem with how they did with Billford just keep it to yourself and don't ever bother the Artist
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nd-of-a-manatee · 1 year
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Brambles pt. 1
Pls read this for context first
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(This description is a text adaptation of a comic. Some descriptions have been tailored to fit the change in medium.)
It’s night.
The Motherlobe looms black in the dark blue sky among the trees in the quarry of Psychonauts HQ. The center window of the brain-shaped building is illuminated with pale yellow light. Inside that window, the silhouettes of Truman Zanotto–the Grand head of the Psychonauts–and an unknown female figure argue with each other as word bubbles clutter the space above them. Far below, Lili Zanotto (in her early teens) escapes the building out a side entrance and hops across hovering platforms over the lake at the bottom of the quarry. She’s wearing a blue sweater, black pants, red and white sneakers, and her brown hair tied in long low pigtails.
She steps off the last platform onto a grassy rock formation. The top of the formation used to be where her secret garden grew. It’s now empty, with a hole in the ground where the willow tree used to be. Lili hops easily past the site and uses a squiggle of levitation to clear a gap in the boulders that structure the hillside.
Lili walks on through the forest alone, hands in pockets. Giant moonlit pine trees and bushes surround her as she makes her way along an unclear path. When she reaches her destination, she looks ahead with weary irritation. Her reddish eyeshadow is purple in the low light, making her look even more tired. She has a new garden–filled with many varieties of plants, sectioned by a hedge down the center, surrounded by smooth stones, and crowned with three willows of varying height that huddle beneath a cluster of vertical cylindrical rocks that push together as if to cradle them. The whole place is covered in ropey green thorny weeds.
“Ugh. Again?” she groans.
She starts trying to pull the vines away from a nearby flowering shrub, but they’re stubborn and bite her through her fingerless black gloves. Her sixth sense suddenly gets her attention (represented with magenta lines that emanate from her head). She turns around and sees a rail-thin figure posed atop one of the stone stacks, backlit against the half moon hanging in the sky behind it. The figure is boyish and short with awkwardly long legs, upside down with one hand supporting it, the other behind his back, and both legs straight up in the air. A familiar brown helmet and red goggles make its head look bigger than it should be.
Lili, smiling, responds with telepathy.
<Hey, tree-sitter. What’re you doing here?>
Her friend and partner, Razputin, lifts his head and looks down at her through all the red hair sticking out of his helmet. He responds warmly through orange psychic waves.
<I sensed a disturbance.>
<Psh. I bet the whole county heard it,> Lili adds huffily. She glances away at nothing in particular.
<Definitely could from Sasha’s lab,> Raz admits.
<What were you doing in the lab this late at night?> she asks, crossing her arms.
<Shooting psychic waves at the moon.>
<Why? The moon’s still there during the day.>
<I know. We’ve been at it since this morning.>
Lili can’t help smiling again.
<Mind if I come down?> Raz asks.
<Go ahead. You can help me get rid of these weeds. They don’t listen to reason.>
Raz lists forward and effortlessly flips his way down the steep stone slope, landing all clean and professional in the grass at the bottom. His outfit is easier to see up close. Mint-green long-sleeve, light brown pants. The cuffs of both disappear into gray-green gloves and black and white hightop shoes. Lili gives him a single clap, and they get to work.
Both of them generate giant telekinesis hands composed of psychic energy in their respective colors. Raz selects a cluster of vines and yanks as hard as he can with his big TK hand. The vines react violently, twisting on their own so fast that the hand snaps into a cloud of scattering orange remains, complete with a “CHOMP” sound.
“Can’t we psi-blast them off?” Raz asks aloud.
“No way.” Lili doesn’t take her eyes off of the mess she’s concentrating on. Two fingers are pressed to her temple. “I’ve been so busy with missions and my mom visiting that I’ve hardly watered anything. I’d burn these stupid weeds off myself if the whole garden wouldn’t go up with them. I need my watering can, but I can’t get to it under all this.”
“Have you got any hedge clippers?”
“Yeah, they’re with the watering can.”
Raz thinks, forming a thought bubble that expands into a hand with a pair of hedge shears. He presses in on the weeds with a devilish grin.
Lili has wound up on the other side of the dividing hedge as the two of them move further into the garden. Green nettles and chunks of rope fly up from the other side while Lili tears strands of weeds apart with her TK hands. It’s a little easier, since hers wear gloves.
“So, about earlier…,” Raz begins gingerly. “Are you okay?”
Lili doesn’t break stride, but her eyes drag the ground.
“I’ve been worse. I just… I think I really screwed up this time.”
“What happened?”
Lili flashes back to earlier that evening, inside the Motherlobe. Everything is rendered in vague magenta shapes. Lili stood before a cork board covered in papers, pointing things out to the female figure from before as her father stood by. The woman’s arms were crossed stiffly. Her frame was broad and imposing. She was taller than the others in the room. Truman’s hands were clasped limply behind his back.
“Everything was going fine,” Lili continues. “I was showing mom all the cool stuff we’ve been doing and how safe the cadet missions are. She seemed, like, actually impressed for a second.”
The figure of Lili’s mother put the knuckles of her hand to her mouth. She had long hair that fell over her shoulders and a frizzy topknot that resembled a flame or firework. Her chin dipped in consideration.
“So, when are you coming back East with me?” her mother asked.
“Uh, I dunno. Things have been really busy.” Lili hadn’t had a better answer.
“Lili, be careful you’re not letting the Psychonauts get in the way of the real world.” The woman turned her intense blue gaze on Truman, who didn’t meet her eyes. “And family.”
“Why’d she look at your dad?” Raz asks in the present, poking his head over the hedge.
“Well, my dad may be really good at his job as Grand Head, but he didn’t used to be good at being, y’know, my dad,” Lili explains as casually as she can manage.
“Oh…” Raz sinks down behind the hedge as he thinks about that. “I guess Truman does hold the record for the most field hours. And office hours. And overtime hours. That probably wouldn’t leave time for much else.”
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