#(we did not so i am still the only person of the five of us who saw them)
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i finally watched the making of deadpool & wolverine and wrote down every thought that popped up into my mind while watching, have fun lol
god hugh jackman is gorgeous
theyâre talking about all the different ideas they had for this movie and honestly??? i would eat up every single one of them they should still do it lol
god hugh jackman is GORGEOUS
man i missed them sm i havenât watched dp&w in TWO MONTHS?????
i will never shut up about the deadpool suit in this movie itâs SO AWESOME itâs a blessing for my eyes every time itâs on screen
"thatâs what we were striving for with rdj in endgame, is to give this iconic fictional character an amazing ending." yeah well only that endgameâs ending SUCKED and i will never forgive anyone for it <3
ugh hugh jackman is gorgeous
i could watch him speak forever
iâm SO glad ryan made that "i should use his body as a weapon" pitch bc GODDAMN that opening scene will never get old
ahhhhhh i love that weâre getting some insight in the stunt/fight stuff, SO interesting !! the shitty iphone test videos are hilarious
they shouldâve made a "he ACTUALLY broke his toe when he kicked that helmet!!!!" reference when ryan kicked loganâs skull lmao
the marry puppins SNOGGING ryan bts clips will never get old lmao funniest shit ever
THE SUIT LOOKS SO GOOD UGHHHH am i having a gender or a sexuality crisis over it???? guess weâll never know
EMMA CORRIN ILYSM
shout out to british people gotta be one of my fav genders fr
all the different lines ryan screamed out of the honda????đđ honestly they shouldâve just kept all of these idc about logic
EMMA CORRIN
"and i knew the fans would love it" ohhh hugh i think we all love it a bit too much
"and yet, i wouldnât say wolverine is a straight man" awesome, thanks, case fucking CLOSED.
"which i donât recommend, sending a 10 minute voice memo to anyone"
*me looking at the five 10-20 minute voicemails i send my friends every single day*
THE SUITS LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER (their asses do as well)
GOD hugh jackman is gorgeous
"what we refer to as the van fight" no babe thatâs the honda odyssey sex marathon actually!!
"violence is our love language" ITS CONFIRMED (everyone knew. BUT STILL)
choreographing this scene (all the deadpool vs wolverine fight scenes really) mustâve been SO FUN like UGH just coming up with all this violence knowing that it wonât affect your characters in the long haul and you can add of many of it as you want????? THE DREAM
THEM HUGGING IN THE HONDA???đđ brb gotta cry
I LOVE YOU EMMA CORRIN
CHRIS EVANS LOML
itâs unfair how attractive he is iâm gonna throw up
reminder to myself to finally learn johnnyâs monologue i wanna be able to randomly hit people with it
OHHHH i actually did NOT realize that was hulkâs bed from ragnarok??? which is weird bc i used to watch that movie religiously. but hey thatâs so cool!!
channing tatum talking about gambit is so heartwarming man so happy for himđ
jennifer garner is so pretty iâm so gay lord help
me
dafne keenâs voice sounds SO different when sheâs not playing laura, CRAZY
EMMA CORRIN MY LOVE
just once just ONCE i wanna walk through a street filme set like this UGH it looks so cool & surreal
"this is our baby yoda" i have to be this annoying person iâm sorry but HIS NAME IS GROGU
i donât know shit about music but i could listen to people talk about movie scores for hours on end (how did you know sideways is my fav youtube video essayist???)
good fucking god hugh jackman is gorgeous
lmao they shouldâve kept the "zoooombies wake uuuppp" again, idc about logic
EMMA CORRIN âŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
ohh hugh jackman is gorgeous (put your greasy tits away you preening slut)
ugh iâm getting emotional help
well that was awesome, gonna cry myself to sleep now byeee
(have i mentioned how gorgeous hugh jackman is?)
#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool & wolverine#deadpool 3#the making of deadpool & wolverine#assembled#poolverine#deadclaws#peanutbub#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#emma corrin#wolverine#wade wilson#shawn levy#channing tatum#xmen#mcu#marvel#amy talks
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OUR PATHS | 11. dubs in the chat (wc: 1k) cw: mentions of cheating
JAEMIN arrived at your room within five minutes of your request, carrying a handful of your favorite snacks and the little comfort items heâd used with you the last time a storm had kept you up. as he took off his slippers, settled in, and began prepping a quick late-night meal using the dinky hotel kettle, you couldnât help but feel your heart melt the tiniest bit. not only had he taken you up on your offer to come by, but heâd also remembered exactly what you needed on nights like this.
you both ate the instant ramen he brought over, the two of you sitting on the edge of your bed. the silence between you felt heavy, like there were words piling up but no clear path forward. yet, the ramen was almost too good for midnight, and in its own way, it helped ease the tension. it was hard to admit, even to yourself, but this was exactly what you needed. his quiet, steady presence and his little gestures of thoughtfulness, even after all this time, still made a difference.
after a few moments, you noticed jaemin watching you as you finished your last bites, a pensive look in his eyes. suddenly, he spoke, his voice almost catching, as if the words were slipping out against his own will. âiâm sorry. and iâm sorry it took me so long to say it.â
your eyes widened slightly, not expecting the conversation to start like thisâor even tonight at all. you tried to brush it off, hoping to avoid the inevitable heartache that you knew this talk would bring. âis this what youâve been meaning to say the past few days? you already apologized, no?â
jaemin shook his head softly, his gaze still fixed on you. ây/n, you know thatâs different... why do you keep trying to push me away?â
you took a deep breath, focusing on the ground, summoning the strength to finally open this door back up. âyou really broke my heart, do you know that?â
his voice was quiet but determined. âlet me be the one to put it back together, y/n, please. i really am sorry for everything. iâm sorry i didnât get to show you how much you meant to me when i had the chance.â
a beat of silence passed, and you took a shaky breath. âdo you even want to tell me why you left? because you never did. you left without saying goodbye, and that fucking sucked. i wish you wouldâve at least broken up with me in person.â
jaeminâs shoulders tensed as he processed your words, his face contorted with regret. âi know. and, god, i am incredibly sorry. i know this is all still confusing and frustrating for you, but you have to know i never stopped loving you. i still love you. i just... i needed to figure things out about myself.â he paused, as if bracing himself, then continued. âa couple of days before i sent that text, i ran into my ex on a work trip.â he laughed bitterly. âit seems like Iâm always running into my exesâŠâ
he continued on,âi donât know if you remember, because i barely mentioned her when we were together, but we were together for a long time, and she cheated on me. our relationship was messy and toxic, and she left me with a lot of trust issues and self-doubt.â
jaeminâs voice faltered briefly, but he continued. âwhen i saw her, i found out sheâd actually signed up for the work event on purpose, just to give me âclosure.â but instead of helping, it brought back everything. it was like i was reliving all of itâhow we ended, how messed up that relationship was. it made me realize that i hadnât really dealt with any of it, and that iâd brought all that baggage into what we had. i needed to work through it, but i thought that would hurt you more than just ending it.â
he looked up at you, his eyes pleading. âhow could i love you properly if i hated myself so much?â
your voice was barely a whisper. âbut why didnât you just tell me all of that, jaemin? i didnât want perfect. i wanted you.â
âi know,â he replied, the weight of his guilt clear in his expression. âi shouldnât have just left without even attempting to have a conversation. but after what she put me through, i didnât want to put you through the same thing. i didnât want you to feel like you had to deal with my issues for me. and, knowing you⊠you wouldâve done just that. you wouldâve sacrificed your needs and happiness for me, and iâd been in that exact position before. it always ends badly.â
the room fell silent as his words hung in the air. finally, jaemin continued, his voice softer. âi regretted it as soon as i sent that message, though. i tried to reach out, to fix things, but you blocked me on everything. i even tried to see you in person, but⊠ryujin told me to stay away.â
you let out a small, humorless laugh, shaking your head. âoh god⊠ryujin⊠of course.â
he hesitated on his next words, but ultimately pushed through it. âi know itâs not enough to make up for what i did. i know itâs not going to change how much i hurt you. but i need you to know that i really am here, and iâll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again.â
your eyes locked onto his, the vulnerability in them matching your own. âyou hurt me, jaemin. and i donât know how long itâs going to take for me to get past that.â
he nodded, his gaze dropping. âi get it. and if you want me to back off, i will. but if thereâs even a small part of you that wants to give this another try, then⊠let me prove that iâve changed.â
after a long moment, you finally whispered, âiâll forgive you, jaemin.â you lowered your voice even more, âi-i still love you too.â jaemin perked up at that note. âbut i need you to really show me that you mean it. prove to me that you love me the way you say you do.â
his eyes softened with a glimmer of hope. âi will. whatever it takes.â
the storm outside continued, but somehow, you felt a little more grounded.
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Mushy May Day 12: First Time
Dew's entrusted with Aeon's first time Up Top.
Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together, and to @ghuleh-recs for the divider <3
Contains t4t ghouls, discussion of boundaries, a little miscommunication that is quickly resolved, but no actual smut because this got long and it was very late lol
"I'm not him, you know," Aeon says tentatively, pulling away from the barrage of kisses, even as Dew keeps backing them against the wall of their hotel room. They're somewhere they've never been before, somewhere in the middle of the United States that they can't really remember the name of. "I don't know if I want it if this is just because he's not here."
"Voidling," Dew freezes, hands caging Aeon in. Something in his hungry expression cracks, softens, and Aeon stares with wide, nervous eyes as Dew brings a hand in, running his knobby knuckles over Aeon's cheek in a sort of caress. His brow furrows. "Did you think I wanted you because Aether's back at the Abbey?"
Aeon shrinks back as much as they can. It isn't a lot, their spine already pressed to the tacky hotel wallpaper. They can't meet Dew's eyes. The silence is enough of an answer. Dew hums, and Aeon squeezes their eyes shut. They bite at their already kiss-swollen bottom lip.
"Voidling, look at me," Dew says in a tone that Aeon's never heard from the fire ghoul before. It's shockingly soft, and it's enough of a jolt to their system that they glance up, mismatched eyes meeting copper. He sighs, and Aeon tenses up as he keeps touching their cheek. "I want this because it's you. Blow off some steam, yes, but because I wanted to do this with you. If you don't, if you think you're obligated to keep going, tell me to fuck right off, okay?"
Aeon blinks, a little shellshocked. They had played it up at the Ritual a few hours earlier, falling to their knees at Dew's feet and bending back so far their helmet had brushed against the stage.
Dew had stalked up to them after bows, spindly fingers around the back of their neck burning like a brand, whispering in a low, dark tone that they'd be rooming with him tonight. It had sent a spark of something hot down their spine. And when they had gotten to the hotel, and the door had barely latched behind them before Dew was pouncing, kissing them like he meant to devour?
It hadn't been a spark. More like a bonfire.
They've tried to make up for their inexperience with enthusiasm, pretending like they haven't been staring at him since the moment they arrived Up Top a few months ago.
"Voidling?" Dew asks, an undercurrent of worry filtering into his voice. "Hey, Aeon, you alright?"
Aeon shakes their head, not as a no but to clear their head. "'M okay," they say, trying their best to maintain eye contact.
"What's goin' on in there, Aeon?" Dew asks, hand still on their cheek. "Let me in."
"I want this, I do, I'm just-" They sputter, tongue too big in their mouth, unyieldy.
"Easy. Take a breath. 'M not gonna bite. Not unless you ask."
Aeon obeys, chest heaving as they inhale hard. "I haven't done this Up Top yet, not in a vessel. I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Oh," Dew's hands move down from their face, curling softly around their biceps. "That's okay. I'd be honored, voidling, that is, if you're sure you want it to be me. I haven't exactly been, ugh, the nicest to you."
Aeon flushes a dark violet, making silver freckles stand out on their cheeks. Their mismatched eyes go wide, hair falling over their forehead with how violently they nod. "Please, really want it to be you."
Dew smiles, something softer than Aeon's ever seen on the fire ghoul's face, and he reaches up to push a few strands back. The lamplight softens his sharp features, and he cocks his head. "Let me treat you right, voidling."
Aeon nods again, and Dew draws them into another kiss. This is like nothing Aeon's ever experienced, leagues of difference between this and the kisses from before, the ones that felt like Dew was trying to consume them whole. This feels almost reverent, the way Dew's lips move against theirs, the way he cups their cheek like they're something to be cherished. They don't know what to do with their hands, brushing over Dew's hair, down his arms.
They kiss like that until Aeon's dizzy with it, pulling back to pant desperately. There's a warmth blooming deep in their gut, knees shaking. Dew laughs, not unkind, and begins to herd him towards one of the queen beds. Their eyes go wide as the backs of their calves bump against the mattress, collapsing back onto the bed.
"Again, voidling, if you don't like any of this, tell me to fuck off. Those words. Okay?" Dew looks more serious than he has the entire time, a small furrow between his brows that Aeon has the impulse to kiss away.
"If I don't like it, I'll tell you to fuck off," they repeat, nodding. Dew's lips quirk up in a smirk, and it sends a bolt of heat down Aeon's spine, tail flicking as they prop themself up on their elbows.
"Good boy," he purrs, crowding closer before pausing. "'Boy' a good word for you?"
Aeon chews on their bottom lip, the pupil of their good eye probably dilated to the size of a quarter. "Very much so," they breathe.
Dew nods curtly, visibly filing that information away in his brain. "Let's get you stripped down, want to see what you're hiding under those hoodies, voidling."
Aeon obeys, tugging the hoodie up over their head. "You've seen me changing, though," they say, struggling not to tangle the hoodie in their horns with how eager they are to get rid of it. "We share dressing rooms."
Dew leans in, a glint in his copper eyes. "Yeah, but I've never looked. Let me see."
Aeon swallows hard, tossing the hoodie at the corner of the room, blush spilling down their chest as they feel more than see Dew's eyes on them.
"Pretty," Dew hums, gaze raking over the swell of Aeon's chest. The chill of the air conditioning makes their nipples pebble, a pretty lavender against the rest of their skin, and they fight the urge to cover themself with their arms.
Dew notices, because of course he does, ever perceptive, and tugs his own hoodie off, revealing skin covered in silvery scars, matching sets along his ribcage and two much more prominent ones underneath his pecs. Aeon swallows the saliva pooling on their tongue, staring unashamedly. "That's better, right?" Dew laughs, pressing closer until Aeon can feel his body heat radiating off of him.
"Yeah," Aeon says, chest heaving and all they've done is kiss. "Dew, please." It's not something that they meant to say, but it slips past their lips on a whine.
Dew absolutely lights up at the sound. "What, voidling? What are you begging all pretty for?"
Aeon tries to turn their head away, but then Dew's fingers are on their chin, gently making them keep eye contact. "Please fuck me?"
Dew leans in, pressing a soft kiss at the corner of Aeon's mouth. "Of course, voidling. I'm going to take such good care of you, I promise."
#i wanted to actually write the smut but i was supposed to go out with my family to see if we could catch the northern lights again#(we did not so i am still the only person of the five of us who saw them)#might actually write out the smut someday. we'll see#dot's writing#mushy may 2024#the band ghost#the band ghost fanfiction#dewdrop ghoul#aeon ghoul#aeon/dew
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i love my sister and for the most part, we are very close and genuinely like each other a lot but the one place where i'd just really, really, really like to see inside her brain is the part where she is still incredibly comfortable and cheerfulâand even thinks it's really funnyâtalking about how much she didn't like me as a child while I'm like. yes. I am and was aware. and it sucked so so so much
#we had a really wild moment over dinner last week where she actually acknowledged#EXPLICITLY with her OWN WORDS#that things like our brother dying right when i was going into my senior yr of high school#and covid lockdown starting right when i'd graduated college + moved to a new city where i knew no one except her + was applying/auditionin#for jobs#were harder on me than one her in some unique ways#and i was literally like . is. is this a test? am i supposed to deny it?#bc like when our brother died she told me i was a selfish brat (for not grieving the way she did)#and during covid she told me (right after i got laid off) that she had ''way more reasons to be depressed'' than i did#personal#anyway she was laughing so much as she said this (abt not liking me) and i was just staring at her nodding slightly like#yeah. i know. i know you didn't like me#do YOU know how much it sucks to know that your older sister--whom you idolize--who you *desperately* want to like you--#not only doesn't like you at all#but even up into high school/college#would talk about how she couldn't wait till our LITTLE (five year old) cousins were old enough to hang because they'd be so much fun#and know that she had absolutely never thought or said that about you#do you perhaps! think that might still have ramifications on our relationship to this day#if your little sister spent 20+ years knowing that your love was conditional on them being the person you wanted her to be#like. do u???#(the answer is no of course but#i remain boggled by the fact that this eludes her considering she is! in fact! a really smart person!)#it's also like when i was first offered my current job#and our now bosses asked both of us like ''are you worried at all about working with your sister?''#and she laughed like lol no of course not?#while i was like ''honestly yes.'' adskjfglkjasds#very different perspectives sometimes
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Have you ever been assumed to be romantically attracted to someone and even just the thought of that makes you want to throw up . Anybody
#had someone's husband in my dms going on about how i want this bitch romantically and frankly if i hadn't been so busy crying i would've#actually thrown up . absolutely disgusting idea . vile even . horrid concept#anyway tldr im down a best friend because he didn't tell me anything i was doing was wrong after telling me that everything was okay and#then sent his husband after me to call me a creep that was obsessed with him that also apparently tried to make out w him#the same trip that my best friend of five years told me he hated having me in his hometown to see him graduate.#this was after i found out my cat had been murdered and mutilated and thrown in my granma's garden . that day happened to be my birthday#because my ma was kind enough to drive me and my lil brother down there to go see him graduate bc he was also supposed to move in w us the#month after . and he told me right after i got home that he 'didn't think it would be good for our relationship' and apparently#just didn't know how to tell me until a month before it was supposed to happen . bonkers times over here#anyway i didn't want to make out with him . he cried after i wouldn't have sex w him just last december . which i specifically got high as#shit to avoid . and i dont even have like. actual examples of what i was doing wrong to go off of so now i just get to live in mystery#forever ig. like shocker that the person that's been my best friend for five years would tell his husband to say that to me and not say that#shit to me himself . this is a wild to me . i feel like im going insane . can anybody even hear me what's going on#you know its bad when your mama gets so sick of you crying over a friend that she hugs you for the first time in years#also i cant sleep my head hurts . crying is evil . devils liquid . might watch rpdr or something . still nauseous over the idea of being#into him romantically btw . like still nauseous over that . like what a fucking insult to our entire friendship#does saying that we may as well have been made of the same atoms mean like . nothing . does nothing ive said to or about him not mean anythi#ng if its not romantic in nature . what did i do that wasnt enough for him. i fucking told him he outgrew me and that was fine i just#wanted to know if we were still friends or not and he said we were and i believed him. if he told me the sky was green i would make it so#ripping my hair out . am i being dramatic . am i the only person that wasn't expecting this . am i the only one that didn't know#when i had to tell people who knew about the moving plans that he changed his mind the first fucking thing i was told was âi thought it migh#t happen.â WELL I FUCKINH DIDN'T . AND NOBODY TOLD ME#this is like . the second most humiliating moment of my life . aside from movinggate because at least nobody irl has to know about this#anyway . this boy could've taken my blood and i'd sit there and smile while he did it because he was my best friend .#i was so glad we got to grow up together. i miss him already. im taking my little brother to school my myself for the first time and all im#gonna wanna do is tell him about it . im tired . i want to sleep . im still so nauseous . did none of it mean anything just because ive#never and will never like him romantically. does that make everything less worthy somehow#i hope he never talks to me again. i dont think i could handle this again. he let is fucking husband say that shit to me. not him.#puppmeo misery
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Friend breakups suck but they suck so much more when you've already made amends with the fact you're not going to be friends and the other person keeps demanding apology after apology to "put their mind at ease".
If apology 1 wasn't good enough I don't think apology 2 is going to make you feel much better and by apology 3 when you're telling me what to say back to you it really just makes me start to resent you when all I wanted was for this to just be a simple parting of ways
#emotionally exhausting smh#on top of all the many many other things emotionall exhausting me right now#I do not have the wherewithal to deal with this.#there are 4 other people involved and she is twisting all of our words against us#but no lie the argument that started the friend breakup happened in MAY!!! may of 2023 and here we are in January '24 and she still w#wont let it go#personal shite#I do not have time for people who get mad at me for saying things I didn't say. and blame me and call me shitty because I didn't say#stuff that I actually did in fact say but she just didn't listen!!#I'm so bitter#and want to go off on her#but at the same time this was a close friend of five years. like slept at our house. helped her through troubling emotional moments.#mailed her gifts and she mailed me gifts in return like honest heartfelt friendship. and she's just turned and gotten so nasty and#for what? a situation where she failed to see the nuance and we tried to explain it to her and she refused to listen? Jesus Christ????!#so because of our past I feel like I have to try and make her understand where Im coming from here. and try to get her to see reason.#but she's acting pretty Fucking delusional and im sort of tired of having these big emotional conversations#where I have to be the better man and put my emotions and feelings aside to rational explain the situation to her#AND for her to text me at 4 am about it so this is the first thing I see when I wake up is making me a little Mad to say the least#like i went to bed feeling shitty about the world after spending basically the whole day depressed laying in one spot spiraling#and woke up hoping to start ~fresh~ only to see THIS are you SHIDDING me#gawd I'm tired
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i am not the only one who saw that, right?
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summary: your friends find out that you secretly dating their enemy, but their opinion might completely change when they see Rafe from another point of view
words count: 2.2k
warnings: secret relationship, pogue!reader, attempted assault, mention of blood, soft and protective Rafe
a/n: inbox is open for requestsđ
âYou cannot be dating Rafe fucking Cameron, Y/N!â John B exclaimed, burying his hands in his hair and walking all around the place.Â
âNo, seriously, this is not a good idea.â Sarah looked at you, giving out a nervous laugh.Â
You were currently surrounded by your friends, who were all practically yelling at you after they accidentally saw a message from Rafe on your phone. You were one of the pogues; you never hanged out around the kooks, but somehow, when you were visiting Sarah a few months ago, you got into a random conversation with Rafe, and since that moment, the connection between you two has only gotten stronger.Â
It was an instant click and as much as you both tried to deny the spark, it was there. As you started going out, secretly from everyone, of course, you decided to keep it private until the right time.Â
âAlright, guys, Iâm sorry I didnât tell you, but I knew that this would be your reaction. It just happened, okay?â You rubbed the bridge of your nose, already feeling a headache from the tense situation. All of your friends were standing on the opposite side of you and it felt like they were just attacking you.Â
âWhat were you thinking? You know that he hates people like us, like you. We are pogues, Y/N. How the hell did that even happen?â Kiara was standing with her hands on her hips, as her piercing eyes were studying you. You felt awful looking at Pope, who was the one who always supported you, but he just shook his head and stepped away.Â
âI donât know. It just happened. We talked once when Sarah left, then I accidentally met him a few times in town, and then he texted me. Heâs not bad when you know him closer.â You sighed. âLook, I know Rafe was a lot of trouble for us. He did bad things; I know that. But heâs not like that; heâs sweet and caring, and he has never shown any sign of being disrespectful towards me. I just canât deny my feelings for him.â
âHoney, Rafe is not a good person. He doesnât care about anything or anyone; heâs evil, selfish and manipulative.â Sarah stepped closer to you, touching your hand. âHeâll play with you, hurt your feelings and just throw you away.â
âAnd he probably just wants to get into your pants.â JJ grumbled, also taking a defensive position.Â
âI haven't even slept with him yet, JJ!â You desperately snapped at him. It felt ridiculous, like all of them turned against you at the same time. Sure, Rafe wasnât the sweetest person to them before, but they didnât even give you a chance to say something in your defense. âAnd youâre wrong too, Sarah. All of Rafeâs actions were just to get peopleâs attention and appreciation. All it took for me to get on his soft side was to just listen to him and give him some affection. Other people didnât care enough, including you and your father. He needs someone who he can trust and open up to because heâs hurt.âÂ
âNo, Y/N. If you think that he loves you, then he just got into your head. My brother doesnât love anyone. It will end badly; I just know that.âÂ
Tears gathered in your eyes, and a lump in your throat made it difficult to say anything back, so you just stupidly stayed there. You had no strength to fight with all five of them at the same time. You turned around, silently getting back in the car, even though your head was filled with doubt and dark thoughts because of their words.Â
For the next few days, it was tough for all of you. You and the rest of the group were still close, and even though they were completely against your relationship, you still met and hung out. The pit in your heart was still there, no matter how hard you tried to act nonchalant and not let their words get into your head.Â
Rafe noticed the change in your behaviorâthat you were upset with somethingâbut he didnât put any pressure on you and allowed you to decide for yourself when you wanted to open up.Â
Pogues decided to go to some party on the cut near the beach and as much as you tried to refuse, Sarah and Kiara managed to drag you there. You all rarely went to such places, preferring to hang out in your little circle, but apparently everyone wanted to clear their heads and saw it as the best opportunity.Â
It was pretty fun with a bunch of people you did not know, some music, and drinks, and you mostly hung out with your friends. Though quickly it got overwhelming and made you want to go home or at least go outside of the house to get some fresh air. As you left your friends and wanted out from the backyard to a part of the beach, you didnât notice the guy who had been eyeing you the whole evening.Â
He came out of nowhere from your back, his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground. You yelled at the sudden and unwanted touch, and your heart seemed to drop into your stomach when you realised that it wasnât just a joke from JJ, who liked to scare you. You started wiggling in his hands to get free, but he was fighting you back, dragging you up when you fell to your knees on the ground.Â
It was such a mess trying to scratch and punch him that you almost did not notice his hand coming into contact with your face several times. You screamed again, this time loud enough, until you saw JJ running towards you. The guy behind you pushed you away as soon as he saw someone, and you fell to the ground with a loud huff.Â
âThat fucking bastard!â JJ was right near you, helping you to get up as tears streamed down your face. He tried to comfort you, checking your body for any injuries, but you pushed his hands away, wrapping your own around yourself in a defensive way.
âOh my god, Y/N!â You heard Kiara, along with your other friends, calling your name. âWhat the hell happened?â
âH-he attacked me.â You sniffed, trying to catch your breath and, with shaking hands, reaching to the pocket of your jeans shorts to get out your phone. All of them looked at each other, questioning your actions, until you pressed someoneâs contact button and put the phone to your ear. âCan y-you pick me up, p-please?â You sniffed again, now trembling from the adrenaline.Â
âBaby? Are you crying? Where are you?â You heard your boyfriendâs concerned voice through the phone, feeling how JJ tensed beside you.Â
âIâm on the cut. Near the beach. Thereâs a party and... Please, Rafe.âÂ
âIâm coming, angel. Just wait for me, âkay?â You heard the sound of the car engine at the other end of the line. Rafe didnât ask any more questions, and as soon as you mumbled quiet 'mhmâ he ended the call.Â
You all heard him before you saw him. The sound of the tires drifting through the sandy street was loud, drawing attention to the expensive car that was unusual to see at this part of the island.Â
Rafe didnât bother to properly park, turn off the engine or even close the door when he saw you sitting on some old chaise lounge, with his sister and Kie trying to talk to you and your other friends arguing nearby.Â
The girls stepped away from you as soon as they saw Rafe running towards you with a furious expression on his face and ready to deal with anyone who made you cry. It looked like he didnât even care about the pogues, with whom he always had to get into arguments; he was fully focused on your shivering form.
âBaby, whatâs wrong? What happened?â He squatted down in front of you, and you started sobbing again. Your hands immediately found their place around his neck, and, before he could even properly look at your face, you pulled him closer to get some sense of comfort from his warmth and smell. Rafe hugged you back, soothingly rubbing your back. His eyes shot towards your friends, who were watching in awe at the interaction. âWhich one of you did that?â
âItâs not us, you idiot. Some guy jumped her when she walked outside.â Sarah said, rolling her eyes at her brother. âJJ heard screaming, and when we walked outside, he ran away.â Rafe pulled away, finally taking in your appearance.
Your knees were covered in dried blood mixed with the sand. He gently took your hands to see the palms scratched from you trying to catch yourself before hitting the ground. Rafeâs eyes were burning with fury, showing his side that he rarely revealed in front of you. His hand reached to move your hair from your face, noticing a red, now already turning purplish, bruise covering the side of your cheek.
âHoly shit, sweetheart.â He softly brushed his fingertips along your cheek and you leaned into the touch, closing your eyes. Your bottom lip started quivering and you bit inside your cheek to calm yourself down. âSh-h im here, okay? Youâre safe. Did you see him? What did he look like? Just tell me and Iâll deal with it.â He almost begged, but you only shook your head. JJ suddenly stepped closer, slightly hesitating to actually normally communicate with his longtime enemy, but he thought that it was the least that he could do for you.
As much as he hated The Kooks King, JJ knew that Rafe was the best option to find the guy who hurt you.Â
âTall, with dark and curly hair. Never seen him before, probably someone new on the island, but Iâll recognize him.â They looked at each other for a moment, and Rafe just simply nodded, turning his attention back to you.Â
âIâll find him, âkay? I promise I will.â He gently took both of your hands in his, bringing them to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. âWe should go now. I need to take care of your knees and that bruise, baby. You donât mind going to Tanneyhill, yeah?â
âThank you, Rafe.â You whispered, slightly bending forward to ask for a kiss. Rafe smiled at you, his thumbs gently swiped the leftovers of the tears under your eyes, and then he kissed you on your forehead, nose, and gently pecked your lips.Â
Your heart flattered at his soft touches and for a second, it felt like you two were in your own little bubble. Rafe's eyes shimmered slightly in the moonlight, and the way he looked at you, soft and caring, made you want to kiss him again and again. You suddenly snapped out of the trance, looking back at your friends, who all had different levels of shock and uncertainty written on their faces.Â
âCâmon, pretty girl.â Rafe stood up, lifting you in bridal style without an effort, carefully not to hurt your bleeding knees. He almost walked away, but then sighed, turning back to look at his sister. âYou coming home with us or somethinâ?â
âUm, no, Iâll be with John B. It seems like I would be third wheeling with you anyway.â She shrugged, not being able to keep a smile when you two met with your eyes.Â
Rafe then looked at JJ, thinking his words over. âI appreciate it, Maybank.âÂ
They exchanged a tight nod, both slightly shocked that for the first time ever, they communicated without biting each other's heads off. You leaned closer to Rafe, comfortably nestling in his protective hands, and looked at your friends, who were still too shocked to say anything.Â
âIâll see you guys later, okay?Â
Everyone agreed, saying goodbye to you and asking you to text them when you get there safely. They saw how Rafe made sure to slowly put you into the passenger seat, then circled the car and drove away. An awkward silence fell around them, everyone at a loss for words.Â
âOkay, so I am not the only one who saw that, right?â Pope spoke first, looking around the place as if he were trying to find something. âRafe freaking Cameron just was acting cute and didnât threaten to do something to us?â His own body physically shrugged at the word âcuteâ.
âI donât know, dude. We all just probably drank something and itâs messing with our heads.âÂ
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potions | regulus black
pairing: regulus black x fem!reader
summary: regulus invites his potions partner over to his family home to âhelp her practiceâ
warnings: DUBCON (MDNI 18+), choking, smut, rough sex
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When Regulus invited you into his home to use his in-house potions lab, you were suspicious. Regulus always had a darkness to him, and as your potions partner, he was never cruel to you, but he wasnât the type to make such a kind gesture.
You accepted, knowing you could really use the extra practice. Regulus was talented at potions, and you felt bad that you were barely any help in class. As strange as it may be, you figured some extra time would benefit you, and Regulus could teach you and thing or two, if he felt kind enough to do so.
âCome on in,â he said, gesturing you through the door.
You smiled as you followed him through the house, the lighting almost as dark as his all-black outfit.
âI keep my potions stuff in here,â he said, pushing open the door to his bedroom.
âIn your bedroom?â
âMhm,â he responded, completely nonchalant about the fact you were in his personal space, while you felt it was a little strange. You didnât know him too well, though you were attracted to him, and now you were only a few feet away from his bed.
He walked over to the table. âYou coming?â
You swallowed and approached him, looking at the large collection of jars and ingredients spread out on the table.
âShould we maybe let your parents know Iâm here? That thereâs someone else in the house?â
Regulus chuckled. âThe only other person here is my brother.â
âSirius is here?â
Regulus shot you a look. You and Sirius had a weird past- you hooked up a few times at parties, you caught feelings and he didnât, and you never spoke again. It was all ancient history, but you still tried to avoid being around him at all costs.
âWhy does it matter?â Regulus asked.
âIt doesnât,â you spoke in a small voice, drifting your attention to the table, âso? What first?â
âFigured we could maybe just make sure youâre set on ingredients,â Regulus said. Everything he said was so dry, low, and monotone, and it sometimes made conversation hard.
âI think Iâm comfortable with the ingredients side of things,â you told him.
âYouâre not.â
You furrowed your brow and looked at him. âYes, I am.â
âNo, youâre not.â
âYes I am!â you fought, âI know my own skill levels, Regulus.â
âI donât think you do.â
He was so nonchalant about everything, reorganizing ingredients and setting up potion recipes as he spoke, as if anything he said didnât matter.
You sighed and gave up fighting it, letting him take control and decide where to go from here. There was no point in going back and forth on the same thing over and over again.
âHow about we just start with Shrinking Solution?â Regulus asked.
âFine by me,â you answered.
Regulus backed away from the table, watching you do nothing. You looked back at him. Did he expect you to just do it?
âWell?â he said, âmake the potion.â
You sighed. Sometimes he was so annoying and condescending. You looked at the unlabeled recipe and removed 7 red rose petals from a case of singular petals.
You began to drop them one-by-one in the boiling water. You looked at Regulus, who nodded at you to keep going. âHow difficult,â you said sarcastically.
Remus folded his arms in front of his chest, watching you carefully.
You added five drops of essence of violet, stirring counterclockwise exactly twelve times.
âI donât remember shrinking solution having essence of violet,â you told Regulus.
âAre you claiming my recipes are wrong?â
âNo, Iâm just saying.â You sighed and continued with the recipe, counting out 4 cloves and prepping canary flight feathers.
He didnât say a word, just watching you make the potion, until you had completed the instructions.
âI also donât remember it being pink,â you pouted, looking confused at the pot.
âI could have sworn this potion had daisy roots somewhere-â
âWould you relax?â Regulus questioned.
âSomething just feels off about it,â you said, inspecting the liquid.
âDoes it smell right?â he asked.
You leaned in and sniffed. The potion smelt like lavender, vanilla, freshly cut grass, and all your favorite smells.
The smell maintained throughout the smoke that you breathed in, overtaking your senses and filling your lungs. âFuck that smells good,â you giggled.
Regulus crept behind you as silently as he could. When you stood up, he was directly behind you, your back almost banging into his torso.
You spun around to meet his gaze. âCan I help you with something?â you asked.
âI donât know, can you?â
Your eyes locked for a moment, and you were suddenly overtaken with adoration.
âI think I probably can,â you said, all logic going out the window as the potion took over your emotions, your focus completely on Regulus.
âAtta girl,â he tsked, gripping your waist as he looked down at you. âHow you feelinâ, pretty girl?â
You were overcome with intense emotion, but you fought to remain grounded in reality. âYou motherfucker,â you said, letting Regulus know that you were aware he had you make the wrong potion. This was not Shrinking Solution, this was Amortentia.
âNo idea what youâre referring to,â he said.
âYou know,â you started, twirling his already wavy hair in your fingers, âyou could have just asked if you wanted me.â
âNow could I?â he asked, intrigued and eager to hear you continue talking.
âMhm.â
âI thought I wasnât your type.â
âWhy?â
âYou slept with my brother, did you not?â
Your eyes widened a bit. âAnd you know that how?â
âHeâs my brother,â he said, holding you closer to him, his tone finally lifting to a bit lighter of a place, âand Iâve been keeping tabs on you.â
You giggled. âHave not.â
âI have been,â he admitted, âhad to make sure you werenât fucking anyone who didnât deserve you.â
âI havenât been fucking anyone,â you told him honestly.
âI know.â
âYou wanna know why?â
His gaze darkened.
You sighed, âthe only person Iâve wanted to fuck is standing right in front of me.â
Regulus growled, gripping your waist even harder and pulling you even closer. âThen what did I do all this work for? Getting you over here, the Amortentia, youâre telling me I worked for it for nothing?â
âMaybe,â you giggled, amused at how much thought and planning went into getting you here. You werenât obvious about your attraction to him, but it couldnât be that hard to notice.
âI feel drunk on you,â you admitted.
Regulus smiled. You had never ever seen him smile before. You didnât even know he was capable.
âYouâre so pretty when you smile,â you said genuinely, a hand moving upward so you could run a thumb over his cheek.
He couldnât help himself anymore, he crashed his lips onto yours. Your hand found itâs way to the back of his head, holding him closer. You whimpered into the kiss, desperation overtaking your body. You couldnât help it, the scent of the potion was still filling the room, and you were consumed in Regulus.
âI want you,â you said in between kisses, eager to finally get what you wanted.
Regulus didnât break the kiss or loosen his grip on your waist, but instead inched you closer and closer to the bed. You felt the back of your knees hit the mattress, and you jumped up, attempting to land on the mattress, but Regulus caught you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.
He leaned over you, your back touching the mattress as you kept your legs around Regulus. He remained standing, the small of your back at the edge of the side of the bed.
Regulus finally broke the kiss, running his hands all over your body and inspecting every single inch of you. âIâm gonna make you scream so loud that Sirius will realize what heâs missing.â
You couldnât help it, you started laughing. Your heightened emotions won, and the more you tried to stay quiet, the more hysterical your laugh became.
Regulus slapped your thigh. âWhat the fuck is so funny?â
âYou.â
âShut up,â Regulus demanded, kissing you to distract you from the hysterics in your brain. You melted back into him, forgetting why you were even laughing in the first place.
You were still having too much fun to let him win so easy, and you liked watching him work for it. âMake me.â
Regulus cocked his head to the side. âWhat did you just say?â
A giggle threatened to leave your lips. âI said make me.â
A hand suddenly squeezed around your throat, not completely cutting off your breath, but stopping your giggling.
Regulus flashed you a wicked smile. âThat seemed to work, didnât it?â
âY-yes,â you squeaked out.
Regulus moved a hand in between your bodies, cupping your heat from on top of your underwear. You inhaled sharply, desperate for any sort of friction.
Regulus tucked his fingers into the band of your underwear, collecting your wetness with his middle finger as he traced it in between your folds. A sigh of pleasure escapes your lips, and Regulus watched your face intently.
You thought he was going to continue on like this, slowly working you up until you were ready for him, but Regulus had other ideas. Without warning, he shoved two long fingers inside of you, his palm resting on your clit and circling, as his fingers pumped in and out of you.
Your body responded, back arching off the bed, a hand still around your throat. You squirmed a bit, unable to stay still from the sensation.
Regulus watched your chest rise and fall as your back arched and fell, his cock hardening as he watched what he did to you.
He curled his fingers, hitting that gummy sweet spot within you, causing your walls to convulse around his fingers. âThatâs it, pretty girl,â he cooed, âcome for me.â
His words undid you, the coil of tension within you breaking as you came on his fingers, whines and whimpers constantly filling the room as you calmed down from your high. He pulled his fingers out of you, never breaking eye contact as he sucked your juices off of them.
Once his fingers were licked clean, he unwrapped your legs from his waist, removing his hand from your throat.
âStay,â he commanded as he untied his pants, pushing them, along with his underwear, down enough to free his hard and swollen cock.
You let out an audible gasp at the size.
âWhat? Too much for you?â
âHow-â you didnât even know what to say, âhow is that gonna fit in me?â
âI think youâll be fine, pretty girl.â
Regulus held his palm in front of your mouth. âSpit.â
You did as he said, and he used your spit to wet his cock, lining up his tip with your entrance.
âYou want this?â he asked.
âYes, Reg,â you replied.
Regulus almost showed you mercy when he heard the nickname, it just sounded so pretty coming from you, but he still didnât. âBeg for it.â
You nodded your head no in protest.
A hand grabbed your face, pushing your lips out and positioning your head so that you had no choice but to look him in the eye. âBeg. For. It.â
âP-please, Regulus I n-â
Regulus slapped your cheek, hard. You gasped at the pain, almost stunned that he did such a thing.
âUse that pretty little nickname you called me.â
âPlease, Reg, I need it, p-please-â
Regulus shoved his length into you, a moan of his name leaving your lips.
âFuck, Y/N,â Regulus growled, setting a steady pace as he pumped in and out of you. He tugged at the bottom of your dress. âOff.â
You did your best to pull your dress off without interrupting his pace, struggling for a minute but eventually succeeding. Regulus leaned in and bit at your bra strap, snapping it back onto your body. He kisses the top of your breasts, shoving your nipples out of the cups, his tongue immediately sucking on one of them.
âFuck!â you cried out, the pleasure of his mouth on your breasts and his cock splitting you open, and the scent of the potion still filled your nose, almost feeling like too much.
âLouder,â he demanded, serious when he said he would make you scream so loud that Sirius could hear you.
âFuck, Reg!â you screamed at the top of your lungs, his pace quickening as you did so.
âGood girl,â he praised.
He sucked a sweet spot on your neck, your head rolling to the side to give him even more access.
He was slamming into you, the bed squeaking as your body rocked back and forth. Your legs were weak as they fell off the side of the bed, but Regulus didnât want the position to change. He grabbed both of your legs, positioning them over his shoulders and fucking into you even deeper.
You squeaked and whined, not even capable of any genuine moans anymore.
âYou gonna come again, huh? All over my cock?â Regulus gasped out.
âMhm.â
âWords, pretty girl.â
âY- yes!â you squealed, your high hitting you again as you squeezed his cock, a groan leaving Regulusâs mouth as he fucked you while you came, pace never faltering as you attempted to come down from your high.
Regulus was still chasing his own, his lips enveloping yours in a heated kiss as he snapped his hips as fast as he could until he came inside of you, erratic breaths and sighs spilling into the kiss.
âFuck,â he said, running his fingers through his hair that was sweat slicked and falling in front of his face.
âGod, I needed that,â you said, attempting to catch your breath as Regulus laid down next to you.
Regulus didnât respond, he just stared at the ceiling, calming himself down.
âReg?â you asked.
âMhm?â
âYou didnât bring me here just to fuck me and piss your brother off, right?â you asked.
Regulus turned to you. âDo you think that low of me?â
âNo. Iâm just curious,â you explained.
âNo, I didnât bring you here to piss my brother off,â he answered, âitâs just a massive, massive plus.â He rolled over the placed a kiss on your lips.
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you found out today that a phrase you have used before was coined by an abusive man. this felt like getting your teeth taken out. it made you sick and sad and tired, but not surprised.
bad people tell you to be careful when you talk badly of bad men, that it could "ruin" a life. you had your life ruined by a bad man, not that it ever matters to them. your real life having real consequences is not valued as highly as the potential of his future.
this has always been a frustrating little mathematics problem for you. you've missed school and had to call out sick at work and had panic attacks that lasted for weeks. it stole sleep and food and friends from you. you cried in public, fucked your relationships up. and the whole time: your present has never mattered so much as the great what if! of his future. like - one life (your life) is already ruined, should we really ruin two?
so you live with the consequences and he doesn't, and that's just like, something you need therapy for. you once discussed this with one of your friends over coffee. she chewed the wooden stirrer, looked off into the distance. "once i became a victim, everything that happens to me afterward is automatically less interesting in the eyes of the general public. it is always about him. he changed my identity. to survivor. to statistic. meanwhile this whole time - i am a person."
you learned in college that three out of five of your favorite artists and authors were actually abusive assholes. these days, you are no longer surprised. oh, is that what was happening behind closed doors? of course it was, he was a "genius," and she was just a girl. you are talking about him in art history, so obviously his career was absolutely ruined, for eternity. that's what happens, right? they strike your name from the record and refuse to remember you? nobody really knows her name, but hey. that's what you get for being close to celebrity.
you got into an argument about it, which was a bad argument, because it made you cry. he said what, you want us to just ignore all the things this man did because he made a few women uncomfortable? and you'd balled your fists up and choked on it. later, in bed, you agonized over the response you'd been trying to articulate but never found the right moment to deploy: you are ignoring what any person could do if they weren't being fucking abused. maybe her talents far exceeded his and she was just never allowed to fucking use them. maybe we only see genius in white men because they purposefully fucking squash and silence any other people with talent.
but you'd cried about it instead of saying that, because you are the cost. you are the talent and potential that he took. you used to be brave and smart and clever and unafraid. like a lich, he stole years of your life.
quiet on set made you sad and sick and tired, but not surprised. unfortunately, one of the things he said was true: an entire network of people allowed it to continue. this is not news to you, because you have seen entire networks of people make the same fucking excuses when the same thing or-worse happened to you. and your particular story isn't even in hollywood. it was just a guy. it was still difficult getting people to stand up for you.
you and your friend wait in line for your coffee. like a standup joke, one man turns to the other and says "can't wait for every bitch to come crawling out of the woodwork complaining about harassment. it's another metoo." and you think - oh, that's the network. your boss tucks her hair back and whispers that while your skirt is cute, you're giving the boys the wrong idea. that's the network. when you'd told your "friend" about what happened, she'd said oh you must have misunderstood, that would never happen. and that's the network.
you woke up this morning panting, because years later you still have panic attacks. oh, it's not a network, actually, it's a web. and you, little moth: are you still surprised you're caught in it?
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Strip down - Chris Sturniolo
Chris!dom, fem!sub, smut, high school students
in which: Chris is your assignment partner who comes over to your house really late to see you and you ask for him for help studying and he suggests a strip game.
Contains: smut, oral (fem receiver), unprotected p in v (please wrap it), pet names (pretty girl, slut, ma, mama, etc) confident y/n, use of y/n, first person perspective.
Authors note: once again I am very high so Iâm sorry this sounds bad đ
Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws and @cafekitsune
It was almost midnight and I was still awake studying for my midterm French exam. I couldnât get my words right and I was really anxious. I shuffled my music and started biting on the eraser of my pencil. I hear something hit my window and I snap my head up quickly. What could it be? Was it a killer? It was close enough to Halloween for that.
I slowly creep towards my window and look out of it. I almost jump out of my skin when I see a face, it was only Chris.
âAre you serious?â I ask opening my window all the way and helping him inside.
âI wanted to come work on the project with you, I didnât wanna work on it all alone anymore.â He says brushing his pants off and then pulling me into a side hug.
âIâm studying for my French exam tomorrow Chris.â I say sitting back down on my bed. âI canât do the project right now.â I say picking up my pencil and writing a few things down.
âI can help ya, Iâll read the flash cards and you answer.â He suggests standing at the edge of my bed and picking up the cards.
âWhatâs hello in French?â He says reading off the first one.
âThat oneâs easy, bonjour.â I say with confidence. He gives me a little high five. I smile but then I remember, what the fuck.
âHow and when did you decide this?â I ask wrapping my blanket over me.
âComing here? Well I was bored and alone, so I just walked over here.â He says.
I shake my head and laugh. He was stupid and we barely knew each other, he was my hallway crush for a minute but we know nothing about each other. At this point while he was studying with me he would laugh when I got a question wrong and tease me a little bit but when I got a question right he made me feel like I just saved the world.
âLetâs play a game. When you get a question right I take a piece of clothing off, and when you get a question wrong you have to do the same.â He says staring at me with those goddamned blue eyes. I smile and nod my head.
âThisâll be interesting.â I say looking him up and down. My parents were in their room just down the stairs and I was about to play a strip game with fucking Christopher Sturniolo.
âHow do you say summer in French?â He asks.
âAoĂ»t?â I say unsure.
âno, the right word is lâĂ©tĂ©.â He says staring at me expectantly.
I reach for the corners of my hoodie and pull it off. I had a white off the shoulder t-shirt underneath with no bra and my nipples poke through the thin fabric.
âWhat does Ă©tudier mean?â He asks looking up at me. I know he hopes I get this one wrong again so I can take off my pants.
âTo study.â I say smiling
âGoddammit.â He starts taking off his shirt. He was wearing just his black and white pajama pants now, the waistband of his boxers peeking just above his pants. My breathing hitches and I try to focus again.
âQuand partons-nous?â He says with really bad pronunciation. I laugh. âWhen are we getting there?â I ask I look up at him as heâs silent. He shakes his head.
âSorry thatâs not right, take off either your shirt or your pants.â He says putting the card down and picking up a new one. When I get my shorts all the way off Iâm laying in my thong. His eyes travel down and he clears his throat. âThe right answer to that one was âwhen are we leavingâŠâ.â
We do another one. My answer was wrong, off came the thong and I was sitting on my bed with my entire pussy out for him to see. My hands were in between my legs as I sat down.
âI still have my pants and underwear on.â He says laughing at me. I scoff and the next answer he asks I get right, he takes his pants off sitting there in just his underwear. I can see his bulge in his pants. I didnât think he was that turned on. Just by seeing it my body reacts. I feel my pussy start throbbing in need and I squeeze my legs together to stop some of the friction.
âEnseigner.â He says looking me right in the eyes. If I got this wrong I was going to be completely naked in front of him. No one has ever seen me like that, ever. I sit up straight and try to think. âTo learn?â I ask knowing that I just got the answer wrong. âWait! No! Itâs to teach.â I say quickly trying to stop him.
âSorry baby. You said to learn first, looks like youâre taking off the last piece of clothing first!â He says smiling as he keeps his eyes on me. I donât think heâs expecting me to actually get naked in front of him. Which is why I have to do it and stop being a pussy, he was never gonna let me live it down if I refused him and got to scared. My hands find the edge of my shirt and I pull my shirt up making sure to arch my back as I took the shirt off to make sure he knew that I had nice tits. I sigh when itâs all the way off and I sit a little closer to him.
âJust take them off, thereâs no need to ask me any more questions.â I say as I watch him play with the waistband of his boxers.
âYouâre such a little slut arenât you? Being so comfortable with your fucking sexy tits out like thatâŠâ he says as he pushes me down on my bed and kisses me roughly.
âMmmâŠChris I need youâŠâ I say grinding my hips against his hard cock.
âYeah? Pretty girl, you want me to fuck you donât you?â He asks grinding his hips against me so his pelvis was rubbing against my clit. I moan quietly at the sensation.
I watch him as he kisses down my stomach and kissing my navel. His nose brushing against my bellybutton softly. He places a tiny soft kiss to my clit and I sigh the sensation filling me up even though it was the smallest thing ever. His tongue very slowly trails from my wet hole all the way up to my clit. I raise my hips so heâs deeper into my pussy. His mouth sucks my clit as my hand flies to his head pushing him into me more so he was applying more pressure. His fingers make their way inside of me causing me to tighten my legs around him.
âShit! Chris Iâm cumming. Chris!â I scream and I feel his hand go over my mouth. My whole body shakes his in pleasure as my mouth falls open and drool drips onto his hand. My walls clench around his fingers and I finally cum. My breathing was heavy but he didnât give me a break he went right into it, his dick was already inside of me and his pelvis was hitting my clit. I moan softly as he starts moving.
âShhh be quiet we donât want your parents to hearâŠâ he says as he starts moving faster inside of me. I stare up at him my eyebrows knitted together and my mouth wide open.
âOh my god ya look so hot fâme mama.â He says thrusting harder and harder. My mouth forms an O and I let out a cry. His hand flies over my mouth again. âDonât make a sound.â He says as he hits my cervix ever so slightly. My body convulses and I scream into his hand over my mouth as I get hit with a shake worthy orgasm. My breathing was coming out as gasps now as I shook.
âOh my god Chris.â I say pulling him close to me as he pulls out of me. This was crazy. We only started talking to each other only a month ago! We didnât even like each other before and now we just had sex. This was insane.
âYou are so good at that, I wanna do this with you again sometime.â He says rubbing circles into my skin. I shiver from the post-orgasm. He puts his clothes back on.
âNow when youâre taking your French exam youâll think of this.â He says kissing me on the cheek one more time.
âSame time tomorrow night.â I finally got out of my mouth after the shock.
âGot it. Good night pretty girl.â He says as he starts climbing out of my window.
âGood night Chris.â I say as I pull the blankets up to my chest and fall asleep.
Thanks for reading! Sorry if itâs not that good Iâm trying my best!
@matts-myloverboy
#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#fanfic#fanfiction#smut#sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplets
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Weird Grandpa Story #2
I remember asking my mom once, if her dad had gotten ornerier as he'd gotten old. I'd heard about that happening, and it would've made sense for him. He was already the orneriest old cuss I'd ever met. Couldn't even imagine him being grumpier than he was.
Instead of answering the question directly, she told me about what it was like going to church with him as a kid. Their church was a small Mormon ward out in the sticks of Colorado, and he served as their Bishop - mostly by virtue of being the only one willing to do that much unpaid work. He was also the ward pianist. He actually liked playing piano, and he liked having an audience, so it was more or less understood that he was willing to be the bishop in exchange for being the pianist.Â
Which could've been a good trade, but there were a few problems.
The first problem was that Grandpa Dale played every song at about triple speed. He was a deeply impatient person, and that extended to how he played music. The second problem was that he had a bad habit of cursing under his breath. That would've been a scandalous enough habit for a Mormon bishop, but was made much worse (and also much funnier) by him being pretty damn deaf. So what he thought of as "quiet" cursing under his breath was more of just a verse hoarse way of yelling. I only visited him for a week or two every summer, and I still learned most of my bad words from him.Â
So every Sunday would start with a quiet prayer, and then Bishop Grandpa Dale would go to the piano, sit down, and play the nightcore version of Praise to the Man. He would occasionally play other hymns, but he really, really liked that one. This would continue until he hit a wrong note, which was basically inevitable because his music philosophy was that if he could play a song flawlessly, it was time to play it faster. So he'd play until he hit that wrong note, at which point he would scream-whisper SHIIIIIT and, because he did not actually read music so much as memorize it, the only way he'd be able to get his rhythm back was by going back to the start.Â
If it was a good Sunday, he could get it in two tries. Some Sundays took as many as five.Â
I learned two things about Grandpa Dale from this story. The first was that he could play piano. I'd never actually seen him do that before. Still haven't, come to think of it. Second was that the man that I visited once a year, who always seemed on the verge of exploding, who scared the absolute dickens out of me, was actually the chilled out version of the man my mom grew up with.
And it helped knowing that, actually. I'm actually a pretty anxious person, and my mom is, also, a pretty anxious person, and as a teenager we'd sometimes get in these doom loops where we'd wind each other up until our springs cracked. She'd be worried about me growing up to be happy, and I'd be worried about letting her down, and my worrying would make me unhappy, and my unhappiness would make her unhappy, and we'd just kind of dissolve into these anxieties like cotton candy in the sea and become totally unbearable to be around for a bit. Then my dad would sit us both down and very politely tell us that we were being crazy. He had this quote how being sad that someone else is sad that you're sad is the emotional equivalent of being a Klein flask and that at some point you have to just say I am allowed one (1) single layer of emotional recursion, at most, and ideally zero.Â
And it was always kind of embarrassing and silly, but when I was tempted to be more upset with my mom about it, I could remember the piano story and go: Sheesh. She has more of a right to be anxious that I do. For me it's really just genetics, but she grew up with the Cactus-Killing Gopher-Smasher. A whole 18 years of that. I spent two weeks every summer with that guy, and I love him, but I always came home feeling like I'd survived something. She's a trooper.
#babylon-lore#I have no idea how to end these stories cleanly#my stories about my mom's dad are just like#him being kind of crazy and then#over time#getting less crazy#while also still remaining crazy enough to commit war crimes against gophers#like his improved form is still difficult to be around#it be like that
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Hii! Idk if ur requests r open, Iâm sorry if there not, but I had an idea :3
Iâm kinda obsessed with Brisket FiveâŠand all the diner fives. Srry if this makes u uncomfortable but maybe a smut with Brisket Five?? IF NOT just some nice fluff would be nice. Something like Brisket hasnât seen us and we died in his time line or something-so heâs just all over reader <3 Ty!
ERMMM I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE SMUT I AM SO SORRY
Pairings: Diner Fives, all obsessed with you, kisses everywhere, BRISKET FIVE *lick emoji* x Reader
Tags: brisket five, diner fives, Five Hargreeves, Five x reader, Five Hargreeves x reader, smut, can't even say this is smut, I swear I tried my best bro, did I forget SMUT
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"Can't choose between us? Just choose all of us."
Well this certainly wasn't what you thought would happen after stepping into a random diner you found. You and Five had a fight about something stupid which led you to pettily step out of the subway and find yourself another place to go, which also proved your stupidity because only halfway off did you remember that it was a time subway and not a normal subway. Good god. Now you're here in the booth seat with your back on the cushion as you laid there and a Five that looks way cuter than the one you had a fight with kissing all over your face ranting about how much he's missed you.
"Mm..missed you, where have you," he kisses your right cheek, before trailing down to your jawline and pressing hefty kisses on your skin. "..been?" He had his legs on either side of you as you laid, making sure not to put too much weight on your body while one of his hands were messing with your hair and the other propping himself up. "Brisket Five are you done? Some of us want a turn, and I thought we agreed an hour per person?" Another Five in the background called out, folding his newspaper and rolling his eyes at the display of affection, knowing he himself would probably do something even worse, if not for all the people in the diner.
Brisket Five shrugged his shoulders, or tried his best to shrug his shoulders, before diving back in and pressing his nose on your neck, relishing in the familiar scent of your body. "Don't you ever die on me again.."
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Who knew so many of them would be into voyeurism?
"Fuck--huff...ugh," This Five was a lot more vocal than the others that came before him, and a lot needier too. His hands were touching all up on your body, squeezing your breasts and dipping down to bite at your skin while he was still pumping in and out of you.
Literally every Five needs you carnally, WHATTT WHO SAID THATTT
"Don't ruin them, it's my turn after you." While another Five is watching you go braindead over some cock, his hand on his crotch and pressing down on the bulge, hissing at how painfully hard he's gotten.
You cried so prettily while Brisket Five was deep inside you that he came twice in the span of thirty minutes. Literally can't help it, would cum ten times if he could, you're just so pretty.
You find it a weird turn on when some of them are so needy and untouched that they cum in minutes..which is almost all of them..WHOO WROTE THAT, THAT WASNT ME
Some of them huff and pant and whimper like dogs in heat. Confirmed.
"Missed you.." while Brisket Five is bottoming out inside you
Aftercare is literally HEAVENLY
Kisses all over your body, warm blanket for good measure, lots of "you did so well today", then being wiped clean by a wet towel
You're fed a whole lot of food after it's insane
Trust me. They'll do anything for you.
#tua#tua s4#tua spoilers#the umbrella academy x reader#five hargreeves#tua season 4#the umbrella academy#five hargreaves x reader#five x reader#brisket five#brisket five x reader#diner Five#smut#so much smut#well not really#but still
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DO YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME ?
summary: assistant yn takes to instagram to answer some questions from her followers!
pairings: mentions of lando/reader, lewis/reader, max/reader, charles/reader, jude/reader and oscar/reader.
authorâs note: thank you to everyone who sent in questions! i canât thank you all individually, but genuinely i want to say i appreciated your asks!!! this series has only gone on as long as it has due to everyoneâs interest and contributions ! <3
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(the camera turns to show yn, smiling as she balances the phone against the bathroom mirror as she attempts to finish doing her hair as she faces the camera. she hums along with the song in background which is anticipating by britney spears.)
YN: hello my darlings!! i promised iâd do a ig live once i reached five million followers and here i am!
user1: HI QUEEN
user3: are you at lewisâ house?
YN: no, iâm actually at my own apartment. i do have my own apartment. i donât live with lewis? you do know that right? itâs important to me that you know this.
user4: coulda fooled us.
user2: this song is a BOP!
user5: thought u were couch surfing.
YN: anyways, iâm gonna answer some questions.
user6: if you had to describe your aesthetic in 3 words, how would you describe it?
YN: hmmmmâŠ. iâd like to say fun, loud and sexy. i like bright colours. my dream comparison is to the hot older sisters from those 2000s movies. yâknow? love graphic tees but also form fitting dresses. best part of having a athlete as a boss is that i always get to use his home gym to work out! and i get tips from his nutritionist and personal trainer all the time.
user7: is that the best part of your job?
YN: um⊠obviously roscoe is the best part of my job. weâre besties. lewis hates it. you know those trends were the family stand next to each other and wait for the kid to choose whoâs arms to run into? we did that with roscoe and he chose me. i donât think lewis has gotten over the betrayal.
user8: it only happened once though right?
user9: maybe it was a fluke?
YN: he said that so we did it five times⊠and he chose me every time. i really canât help it that everyone loves me!
user8: yn, what is your type in a guy?
YN: itâs so specific but itâs also not specific at all? like iâll need to feel out vibes and chemistry before i can say yes or no? but generally i like guys who make me laugh, i feel comfortable around and who smell good. also a cute smile is a big bonus.
user2: i need your thoughts on the new f1 movie and the season so far!!
YN: lewis winning his home race was just pure perfection. heâs the GOAT. i donât care what you twitter warriors have to say. also charles winning his home race was very emotional for me. thatâs all iâll say. landoâs race win was so much fun cause we were in the club for hours afterwards. the film is a bit much but i keep seeing damson idris everytime i walk onto the paddock and thatâs a treat. heâs so fine.
user6: hey yn where and how do i bag a man like charles?? i need a play by play âŠ. i want princess treatment toođ©đ©
YN: babe iâve been asking the same thing but lewis forbade me from taking roscoe out on walks to entice rich monegasque men. itâs very upsetting to me. iâll text charles about your proposal, maybe heâll accept?!
landonorris: HI YN đđŒ
YN: hi lando! we still on for tonight?
landonorris: always đ
user10: whatâs happening tonight??
landoynnie: MY TIME TO SHINE đđđ
landonorris: i love britney spears too!
user9: landonorris name five britney songs GO!
landonorris: slave 4 u, toxic, hit me baby one more time, anticipating (cause yn always plays it in the car) and deep in my heart.
YN: i do love anticipating. this is my pump up and get ready song!
landoynnie: WAITâŠ. U AND LANDO SHARE THE SAME CAR?????? U GUYS R MARRIED REALLY
user10: landoynnie ur delusional
YN: my normal apartment is close to landoâs, so he gives me a lift sometimes. no biggie.
lewishamilton: next time iâll order you an uber yn.
landonorris: itâs better this way lewishamilton, good for the environment đ
lewishamilton: đ
user11: yn, what does your daily routine look like?
YN: wake up, get breakfast. i usually make my way over to lewisâ if iâm not already there. i feed roscoe, take him out for his business if you get my drift. play with him, triple check lewisâ schedule and then lewis will meet me at around seven. he eats, then he goes for a run or a workout. i donât join him so i sort through emails and boring paperwork. a lot of my job is basically just emails and paperwork. then i go with lewis to whatever events he has that day, do a bunch of behind the scenes work and then i come back. i eat dinner with him most days, and then i go home and sleep!
user12: sounds boring.
user13: sound sexy omg. i would DIE to be around lewis all day.
YN (laughing): it is boring! itâs a job.
user13: what are your fav tasks to do for lewis?
YN: i get to drive his cars sometimes. he has a bad habit of forgetting things so iâm the one who jumps in the car and goes back and gets it. i love doing that. the drives are so smooth and i get to blast my playlist but i always blast my playlists.
user14: do u listen to xndaâs feature?
user15: i listen to ur playlists all the time btw!
YN: pookies, i listen to xndaâs songs all the time. i get access to his unreleased stuff. iâm there when he records it sometimes.
user14: IM SO JEALOUS
user16: THAT SHOULD BE ME đđđ
user17: pookie they are saying youre fucking that bald guy for diamonds, bags and trips is it true??? please say it isnât đđ
YN: WHAT BALD GUY?
user18: THE WAY U DIDNT EVEN DENY IT???
YN: i have never slept with anyone for diamonds or bags or trips. i work! i have a good salary and a great boss. you can check my bank account honestly.
user19: is ur type bald men?
YN: god no! shout out to the baldies though.
user20: LMFAOOOOOO
user4: yn, i heard you were interviewed quite a few times for this season of drive to survive. can you give us a little spoiler? what was it about?
YN: omg whoâs leaking this infoâŠ. but yes! i was! a lot of it was just about lewis obviously but who doesnât love hearing new info about thee sir lewis hamilton? i donât think i can tell you anything more than that. iâm scared iâll get sued or that netflix have a sniper trained on me and will shoot me before i finish the sentence.
user4: thank you for what you did tell us!
user21: what is the most unexpected song u and lewis have sang at karaoke
YN: well, lewis is a better singer than me. so i like to do the rap parts but heâs also a better rapper than me. so i do like the adlibs. but we did umbrella the other day! that was fun. i usually do karaoke with lando because we both get so drunk itâs fun. also he canât sing at all. so it makes me feel better.
user22: what do you and lando sing?
YN: we did high school musical the other day! i was troy.
user23: HELSOSO
user24: lando: oh is this necklace âYâ for yn? đ
user16: if lando is gabrielle⊠whoâs sharpay and stealing yn from landoâŠ.
user19: obvi oscar.
user25: i miss landoynâs drunk ig stories.
user21: speaking of music, yn how did you feel when jessica left snsd đ
YN: i remember exactly where i was. same thing when zayn left one direction. they both affected me personally. worst day ever. she was my bias tooâŠ. my comfort bad bitchâŠ.
user12: ZAYN LEAVING 1D OH GOD
user13: i remember thatâŠ. my school was in shambles!!!
user7: SHOUT OUT JESSICA GIRLIES ⊠we all suffered together đ
oscarpiastri: hi yn. whatâs this.
YN: hello oscar piastri. this is my instagram live. do you have a question for me?
oscarpiastri: yes. what are you doing later?
user21: OOOP
user12: oscaryn comes up to clinch the title of couple goals.
lewisynnie: say ur busy yn <3
landoynnie: why is he asking out his teammateâs gf??
charlesynnie: landoynnie maybe because theyâre not dating and youâre delusional?
landoynnie: charlesynnie says the CHARLESYN STAN ACCOUNT !!!
judeynnie: the way all of you are delusional. did you see yn like the jude tiktok edit? thatâs her man.
lewisynnie: judeynnie A FLUKE! a mistake. maybe she just liked the beat. it means nothing.
maxynnie: well. this is a lot. hmm.
oscarynnie: SAY YES YN!!!! OSCARYN ENDGAME PLEASE GOD!!!!
YN: i am free this evening. what do you have planned?
oscarpiastri: iâll text you, see you later yn!
oscarynnie: WE WON WE WONW EON WE WON
lewisynnie: oscarynnie who cares.
landoynnie: literally like⊠đč
user21: YOUâRE ALL DELUSIONAL HOW ABOUT THAT !
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"I've always been captivated by them. Something about the shiny exterior, how they glimmer when you tumble them around in your hands. My younger self would obsess about them, a childlike fascination. Even back then I instinctively knew they had value. My mom would use pearls I found to pay for a safe passage at scavenger tolls. We tried to bypass those points as much as we could, but sometimes it was unavoidable."
"It's a looong storyâŠ. I was found roaming the wilderness by my mentor, who brought me to er, an entity, called an interator. Do you know of iterators? Apparently they are what was left of an ancient civilization that once inhabited these lands. I couldn't wrap my head around it at first. Iterators are massive, absolutely huge, like mountains. Do you see that big structure of a regular, smooth shape?"
[She points towards Five Pebble's can in the distance]
"That is an iterator's «superstrucute». A mountain, the entire thing⊠is a person. It still sounds crazy when I say it."
"Ah, right, my name⊠like I mentioned, I got lost and my mentor found me. He brought me to his iterator. If my memory serves me right, his name is «No Significant Harassment», or NSH for short. I recall thinking at that time, «Harassment? I hope he won't be cruel to me». I had no concept of iterator names, their meaning, why it's three or however many words long. It was incredibly confusing to my young mind, though looking back at it I consider myself very lucky. The iterator was, dare I say, «god-like» (his own words), but benevolent. I saw how well he treated Hunter â my mentor â and it made me trust him more, even though I was scared and wary in the beginning."
"Would you believe it if I told you⊠there are stories written inside the pearls? That those things Iâve been obsessing about all my life are used for storing information? I had many of them leftover from when I lived at a scavenger outpost. One cycle, NSH noticed my interest, and â I wish Hunter had told me about this sooner, but â the iterator shot at my head with somethingâŠ? And suddenly I could understand everything he said. Not that he said much, because I started crying loudly and ran straight out of there, haha. But before I bolted, he gave me one of his pearls as consolation. I think he felt bad for the scared little me."
"After that, he would eagerly read all the pearls I brought to him. That is how I learned more about the culture of the peoples who were here before me: the Ancients, their customs, why the iterators were built, and much more. It was like the knowledge of the entire world was suddenly revealed to me â to a seemingly insignificant being, a tiny speck in an endless ocean of life. It both made me feel very important, and very small. And, yeah, it has intensified my obsession with pearls beyond mortal limits. What if I could write into a pearl? I could archive the history of my entire species! All the stories my mom told me when I was small? All the places Iâve been to? Or other scugs have been toâŠ"
[Her eyes widen, sparkling with glee]
"Y-yeah⊠that would be nice⊠sadly I am what I am â a slugcat. I donât know how to do this very advanced stuff at all. I have no means of doing this. I once asked NHS for help, but thereâs only so much he could guess from my frantic signing. I donât think he understood me, in the end. But he did appreciate my efforts, and I was given a title â the Pioneer, like a person who is the very first to explore something uncharted. Apparently no slugcat before me thought of reading from or writing into pearls? I find it a little hard to believe."
"This one! This is a very special kind of pearl â it contains an ancient poem from which my name originated. See, my name was a gift from NSH the iterator. Itâs spelled: «Mirmyntasseth». The best way I would describe it, is⊠itâs a name for a feeling, or an experience. The way it was explained to me, is that the word «Mirmyntasseth» is an expression of seeing a marble roll on a flat surface, then hitting another marble. Ah, right, you may not know this â a marble is like, like a pearl, but translucent and even more ornate. I was told that marbles were used by the Ancients for entertainment. They had a game where you rolled one to hit another. I'll admit, I can see the appeal. Throwing rocks is fun, although I image this game was considered a more dignified pastime."
[She tumbles the dark pearl in her hands, admiring its luster]
"The poem inside this pearl, one of its verses spells: «Eight Marbles Cast in Stone». The poem itself is long⊠very long⊠I had the iterator read it to me once, and we had to stop in the middle because the rain was coming. Maybe I will ask NSH to read it again, when Iâm back at his superstructure with Hunter."
[Her gaze trails off to somewhere far away for a moment, a subtle grimace on her face. She closes her eyes and shakes off the thoughts that cloud her mind]
"So, um⊠yes⊠that is why I am called Eight Marbles Cast in Stone, or Marbles for short. I like how it sounds, it has a nice ring to it. And itâs a gift from an iterator, a god-like being. I consider it a great honor."
"âŠthat said, I wonder why he didnât just name me «Pearl»? Wouldnât that make more sense? Maybe it didnât sound cool enough. Theyâve used pearls just to store information. I guess itâd be silly to be named «Dirt» because you doodle in dirt, or «Batfly» because you love eating batflies? HmmâŠ"
#rain world#rain world oc#rain world au#rw pioneer#rw no significant harassment#rw nsh#rw hunter#slugcat#slugpup#rw iterator#artificer's pups#ask blog#GATHER 'ROUND FOR A BEDTIME STORY#au lore#im going to crawl into a hole now and hibernate for a couple of days
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Edgeslut Loop
âSo if I cum, the day resets.â
âAnd everyone forgets?â
âEveryone except me and the person who made me⊠but only if they know about my abilityâŠâ
âThat explains⊠so much, actuallyâŠâ
You were popular, successful, and religiously into denial. If all it took to have another go was to have a wank and orgasm, then you could go back and try againâŠ
âIâm⊠This is why you wouldnât let me make you cum? But⊠WaitâŠ?â a thought occurred to me, as I glanced at the clock. It was early in the day, nothing lost if I reacted badly and you had to start over. âHave you told me about this before?â
âOnce,â you admitted. âIt didnât go well, it was⊠too soon.â
âThank you for being honest, but why now?â
âThereâs something I really want to tryâŠâ you said.
The first step was easy: lock you in chastity for the rest of the day. No chance of backing out, no chance of changing your mind. No chance of you cumming and resetting the day so that I wouldnât remember.
When we came back together that evening, the second step could be put into action. Your reset point was 8am, and if you started the day gagged, blindfolded, and in bondageâŠ
Just before midnight, the fun began. I tied you down and let you sleep tied up, though neither of us slept particularly well for the excitement planned for the day ahead.
I woke up at 8am, and watched you, still asleep. It was perfect. Moving as quietly as I could, I reached for your magic wand. Iâd start your day with a bang, literally. Did you really think Iâd believe such a far-fetched story just like that? I pushed the wand into your sweet spot and put it on maximum.
It didnât take you long to wake up, or much longer to realise what I was going to do. Your body thrashed, forcing me to hold you down with my other hand so I could pull the hardest orgasm out of you I could. You exploded with pleasure, shaking with the vibrator until you collapsed.
I blinked. âSo when does it hââ
My eyes opened, 8am. ââappen?â I sat up in bed. You were asleep, bound. âHuh! It works!â
My exclamation woke you up.
âOkay, let me try againâŠâ I said, and made you cum again in five minutes. You tried to resist, but I didnât let you win. On the next loop, I waited to see when you would wake up naturally. That became my target.
After that, I started stimulating you before you woke up again, seeing how long I could stimulate you for before you woke up. When you did, I made you cum and started over. For at least a week, you knew nothing but constant stimulation.
When that grew old, I started testing things. We didnât reset if I ruined your orgasm, so I started seeing how many ruins I could get out of you in a day. Iâm certain you would have killed me if you hadnât been tied up, but you didnât give the safeword signal.
You didnât give the safeword signal for a month, and I kept going. I could take breaks, some days setting up a vibe on you and going for a walk, calling a friend, or trying every take-out place in the area. I considered taking off your gag for a day or two just to check in, but I figured your mind is probably utterly gone, all in the space of a single endlessly looping day.
So I kept going. It has been⊠about a year now. I am still finding new ways to torment you, and like you asked, I'm not letting you go until 8am tomorrow.
Now, time for your next orgasmâŠ
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Inspired by this ask from @themiracleengine to write a smut story based in a time-loop.
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My Wedding Date is an Escort!
Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancĂš. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one my, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojoâs heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.
Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader
Word Count: 5,115
Warning: cursing, apologies, fingering, handjobs, smut đ„č, fluff
A/N: Well everyone, we have one more part of this series. đ„Č But I plan on taking requests for our sweet, complicated couple! !! If you want to be included in the tag list, YOU MUST HAVE AGE LISTED! Thank you!!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Seven Part Eight
âYou want what?â Satoru stared blankly at you, blinking ever so slowly like a cat. Your words seemed to have short-circuited his brain.
âI said I want a refund.â your tone is stoic, âI am not happy with the services I was provided.â Satoruâs shocked expression twists into a wide grin as you stick your bottom lip out in a pout. âHigh-end escort, my ass.â
Satoru laughs, throwing his head back as a faint flush grazes over his cheeks. âYeah? Not happy at all, huh?â His eyes dance over your features.
âNope! This jerk got up and left me after I paid him.â You shrug your shoulders dramatically. âNot only am I out an ungodly amount of money, but Iâm also dateless for this wedding.â
âHe sounds like a class-A-asshole.â Satoruâs hand gently reaches out, cupping your cheek.
âYeah, he was.â His heart flutters at âwasâ instead of âis,â an ember of hope flickers to life in his chest. âThen again, he said sorry, and punched the hell out of my asshole ex, so I guess he isnât that bad.â
Satoruâs fingers are so warm and gentle against your face. His thumb brushed over tear-stained cheeks as he pulled you in, closing the distance between you. His forehead presses gently against your own as he shuts his eyes.
âIâll make sure you get every last cent back.â White lashes life, pools of breathtaking blue peek through them, meeting you. âItâs the least I could do.â
âCool,â you sighed, leaning into his touch, âI would like to use that money to take a few pastry classes.â
God, hearing you say that makes Satoruâs heart leap with joy. âMoney well spent, not that you need it. Your pastries are the absolute best.â your hand reaches up, gently holding Gojoâs firmly against your cheek, not allowing him to move. He swallows thickly at the regret forming in his throat. âIâm so fuckinâ sorry.â
âHow long did it take you to figure out it wasn't me after you left?â
âMaybe an hour,â he scoffed, his breath hot against your lips, âI honestly have to give Suguru the credit. He knocked the sense into my head.â
âThank God for Suguru.â
âYeah, he called me a fucking idiot.â
âWellâ.â
âI know, I was the biggest fuckinâ idiot.â
Silence washed through the room. It wasn't uncomfortable in the silence, reminding you of the first night you two spent together. Things had been so smooth and natural with him, and they still were. Satoru hadn't believed you at first. He said some fucked up shit, but he had apologized for them. He had told you himself that he wanted to make your relationship work.
Staying angry and pushing him away would be too easy. You could quickly write this off as another failed relationship. Or you could do one of the hardest things a person could do.
You could fight.
Fight for what could be a relationship that only comes once in a lifetime. Fight for a future. You could fight to see this through, to see where it took you both.
You sat back, sighing dramatically. âI guess I owe Suguru a drink when you introduce us.â Cerulean eyes were the size of peas as your words washed over Satoru.
âWhat?â
âOr maybe Iâll take him to lunch for his help.â Heart thundering, you did your best to keep cool, examining your nails boredly. âOr better yet, I could make us three dinner. I may be a professional baker who works with confectioners sugar, but my curry is to die for.â
âS-Sweetheartââ
You grabbed Satoruâs face, pulling him as close to you as possible. âToru,â The man stiffened at the use of his nickname, âyou said what we have is worth fighting for. That you want to be with me.â You inched closer to his face, your fingers brushing over his cheekbones.
âI did say that, and I meant every word.â He leaned into your touch, his hands caressing your bruising knuckles.
âAre you positive?â
âI wouldn't have said it if I wasn't.â
âHow can you be so sure? How will we make this work when you're an escort?â Dread worked its way through your stomach, settling over your chest. âIâI don't think I could just wait at home for you to come back from work. But I also don't want to keep you from doing something you love. You do it to help people; it makes you happy. I don't want to take that away from you.â
From the mere silence, you weren't sure what was going through Satoruâs mind. He just stayed stoic, glancing over you with an unreadable expression. God, maybe this was something he didn't want to give up.
What felt like an eternity of silence ended as Satoru moved. Your hands fell onto your lap as he ran his hands over your upper arms in smooth, gentle strokes. You had been so uncertain of what he would say or do, how he would react to your hesitancy. The way his crystalline blue eyes burned with a fiery passion told you everything you needed to know without the use of words.
âSweetheart, I would rather fight with you than take on another client.â
His words felt like theyâd stolen your soul. Your bottom lip quivered just as a trembling sob had your body shaking. Satoru pulled you into his lap, toned arms wrapping around you as you straddled him. His large palm stroked the back of your head as your chest pressed firmly against his.
You tried not to cry, but the relief was too much. Soft sobs vibrated in your chest as your head buried itself deep into the crook of Satoruâs neck, your hot, joyful tears staining his shirt. Not once did Satoru attempt to move you. He did the opposite, pulling you tighter against him, his fingers curled into your hair, stroking your scalp as you sobbed.
Those few words meant the entire world to you. The doubts and fears eating away at you like moths on cloth ceased to exist. They were replaced with a swarm of multi-colored butterflies that flutter in your stomach and heart.
You could make this work.
Pulling away from Satoruâs neck, you reached up to wipe at your eyes, but Satoru gently batted your hands away. His thumbs brushed against your flushed skin, wiping away the tears of joy. His touch, much like his words, embodied his affection for you. That sweet gesture made you want to cry more, but you were confident that all the crying you'd done in the last eighteen hours had dried up your tear ducts.
âI want to make this work with you.â Satoru gently cupped the back of your head. âThank you for giving me another chance.â
âThank you for apologizing.â You gently ran your fingers over the fabric of his shirt. âAnd for punching Toji, it was so hot seeing you get all mad.â
Satoru held you tight, flopping down onto the futon with a chuckle. âYou thought I was hot? Imagine me coming back to get my sunglasses with my tail between my legs to see kitchen utensils being flung through the kitchen.â He took his bottom lip between his teeth. âSeeing you going feral, slapping and kicking at a man twice your size, got me all hot and bothered.â He nuzzled your neck with a very phony bad prono moan. âIâd let you hit me all you want; just tell me Iâm a good boy when you do.â His lips peppered kisses up your neck before pressing against the corner of your mouth, winning a series of giggles from you.
âToru, youâre crazy.â Your words held no heat as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
âMhmm, Iâm crazy about you.â
You ran your fingers through his hair before you pulled him in, kissing him softly. The tension in his muscles relaxed as he kissed back. His smooth lips gently moved against yours. Maybe your lips tingle because of the taste of his mint toothpaste, or it could be the spark between you. Little fireworks exploded over your lips, deep in your chest, and even further between your legs.
The same embers that had burned hot and bright inside of you last night began to glow red hot with need. Your hands roamed down from his hair to grip his shirt, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as you turned your head. Satoruâs eyes opened, focusing on your face. The way your eyebrows knitted together, how flushed your face and chest were, and the subtle way you rocked your hips up against him.
He pulled back, panting heavily against your slightly ajared mouth. âSweetie.â He breathed out.
âSorry,â you released him, âsorry.â Now might not be the right time to lose yourself into passion. But before you could spiral into your thoughts, Satoru followed your retreating hands, gently holding them.
âI donât want you to stop.â He placed one of your hands back on his shirt, and you instantly grabbed a hold of the fabric. âJust be aware of the effect that you have on me.â He took your free hand, pressing it against his semi-hard cock that was twitching to life in his pants.
A sudden burst of confidence took over you. Licking your lips, you gently began stroking him while you gripped his shirt as tight as you could. Satoru shuddered, pressing both his hands on either side of your head caging you underneath him. A string of soft, murmured cries of your name slipped through his lips as he bucked into your hand.
âYouâre twitching so hard.â
âCanât help it, a beautiful woman is rubbing my cock.â
Releasing his shirt, you ran your hand over his arm, gently grabbing his wrist. He perked up, putting all his weight on his left hand as you gently led his other past your breasts, down your stomach, before you pressed him firmly over your clothed pussy. âI'm twitching, too.â Satoruâs cock throbbed hard underneath your palm. âYou okay?â an aching growl rose in his throat as his fingers rubbed circles around your clit.
âY-Yeah, I think I just almost came in my pants.â
âOver touching my pussy?â
âNo, it's because of you.â Your hips jerked as he increased the pressure of his fingers. âYou're so goddamn irresistible. I want to please you.â fingers rubbed faster, his lips trailing down your neck in open-mouthed kisses.âI want you to call out my name, to make you cum so hard you think you're about to ascend.â
âOooh, oooh fuck.â Satoru sucked in a breath as you slid your hand into his boxers. âToru~ Feels good.â
âYeah, it d-does.â He choked out, sliding his hand under your panties. âFuuck, you weren't kidding.â Thick long fingers ran over your clit, spreading your slick arousal over the tiny bundle of nerves. âYouâre so wet.â
You shifted, facing him, âI wanna try something.â Satoru nodded, kissing you deeply as you both tugged your pants and underwear off, followed by shirts. Once you were bare, you slotted your hips over his legs, resting your legs on either side of him. âThis way, I can kiss and touch you.â Your words cut off as Satoru slammed his lips against yours in a starved, searing kiss.
You kiss his back, moaning and gasping against his lips. He used the opportunity of you gasping to shove his tongue into your mouth. His tongue searched for yours, wrapping and massaging it with his own as his fingers groped your breasts. He still tasted like mint, and the smell of musk overwhelmed you as his fingers gently kneaded you. His hands are so warm and gentle against the softness of your breasts; it's a bold contrast to the way his mouth roughly moves against yours.
Heâs devouring you, making you melt against his body. You wanted to make him feel the same way you did, warm and fuzzy. You desired for Satoru to be desperate, like a thirsty man dehydrated in the desert, and you were his oasis. Reaching between your bodies, you rubbed your fingers up and down your pussy, collecting your slick over them. Hering the pitch change in your voice, Satoru followed your hand. The instant he saw your pretty fingers rubbing yourself, he growled into your mouth before breaking the kiss.
âA-Are you that desperate for relief?â Satoru sighed heavily against your lips, tongue flicking out, licking at the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. âAll you have to do is ask, and Iâll rub that perfect pussy~â
âI-Iâoooh god,â you rubbed your clit in a short circle before dipping your hand back down, collecting more of your slick. ân-not doing it for my sake.â
âNo?â Satoru nipped gently at your bottom lip, his hands massaging the fat of your ass, pulling you tighter against him. âThen please tell me whose sake youâre doing it for.â
âYours.â
Before Satoru could ask what you meant, he jumped as you wrapped your slick fingers around his thick throbbing cock. His head falls back as you begin rubbing your hand up and down his shaft, jerking him off, using your slick as lube. Feeling the heat from your juices and hand had Satoru losing himself, just like you wanted. He melted, his hands shakily grabbed you in order to ground himself as you jerked your wrist up and down faster.
âFeels good,â He groaned out, his hand dipping between your legs, fingers finding your clit. âbut itâs not fair if Iâm the only one feeling good now.â The tiniest moan passes through your pursed lips; your eyes meet him as you try to focus on keeping your hand moving up and down over his cock. But damn, his hands were too talented, it was hard to keep up with him. âGod, youâre so wet just for me. If it feels this amazing on my fingers,â His hand dips further, two of his fingers pressing their way past your tight entrance and into your dripping cunt. âI canât imagine how good it feels to be buried inside you.â
His fingers curl, rubbing your spongy sweet spot. They massage it, not stopping as you cry out softly against his mouth, your eyes narrowing as you stare into his eyes. They were usually full of light, but with his fingers buried inside of you and your hand wrapped around his cock, they were full of dark, desperate desire. If you were to move a certain way or make a single sound, he would be inside of you in the blink of an eye.
Which wasnât a bad thing.
His lips were on yours, his moans flooding inside your mouth as you teased the tip of his dick with your thumb. Rubbing the pre-cum beading at the slit around the red swollen tip. Satoruâs eyebrows furrowed at the intense pleasure, his thumb mimicking the same pattern and strokes of your hand against your twitching clit. It didnât take long for you to start rocking your hips against his hand, chasing your orgasm. Noticing the way you greedily fucked yourself on his fingers, Satoru pulled back, watching your hips rolling against him, desperately chasing the high you felt coming.
âWhat a good girl you are, taking what you want, what you need. I fucking love that.â A deep sigh escaped him, his breath fanning against your lips. âI love it, watching you lose all fucking control, it gets me off.â His cock twitched in your hand, emphasizing his point. âIf you make yourself cum hard, I promise you Iâll make you cum ten times harder on my dick.â Satoru feels your walls flutter around his fingers. âYou like the idea of that? Your pretty cunt seems to, sheâs squeezing around me.â
âY-Yeah, I want you, Satoru, want to feel you inside of me so back.â
âCum for me first, then Iâll be sure to give you everything you want.â
You press your lips messily over his. âYou promise? Promise youâll give me everything I want?â His forehead presses against yours, his bangs sticking against your sweet sheen skin. âPromise?â You whine out desperately.
âSweetheart, I promise Iâll give you everything you want and then some.â
Those positive affirmations were all you needed to have you gushing over his fingers. You silently scream against his lips, eyes clenched tight as you rocked and roll your hips against him. Satoru takes note of how your lips quiver and the way your back arches, pressing your breasts against his bare chest. Noting the way you sounded, how pretty you looked when you shattered and trembled in his lap as your hand squeezed his dick almost too hard as you let the waves of your orgasm hit you one after another.
Watching you cum in his lap would be a memory heâd look back on on lonely nights. God, he wanted to cum with you, to paint your tummy white with his hot seed. But the urge to pin you underneath him, you fuck you slowly, was stronger. Satoru wanted to have you cum that hard around his cock. To watch as you lose yourself in pure bliss because you deserve to. God, you deserved more than that, but this would be a good start.
He fully intended to make you feel this good as long as you would allow him.
When you found the strength to open your eyes slowly, you caught a glimpse of blue. Satoru had you pushed back on the futon, his fingers sliding out of you. His lips gently roamed over your breasts, kissing the mounds before his hands forced your legs apart. âPlease tell me you still have that party favor bag.â He breathed out over your skin.
âYou seriously think I would throw my terrible cheap penis candy away?â Satoru chuckled, lifting his head to watch you snatch a pink bag lying off to the side of you. âYou'd be right; I fully intend on throwing it away once we use the condoms.â
âI have to admit, knowing you wonât be eating penis candy makes me feel pretty good.â He opened the bag, pulling out the six condoms shoved inside of it.
âIâm not opposed to eating penis candy if it tastes good.â A white brow arches at you. âI mean, I sucked yours last night, didnât I?â You smirk as he fumbles, nearly dropping the foil packages in his hand. âI clearly remember just how sweet you tasted. Although I may need a reminder soon to confirm.â
âBabe, please, youâre going to make me blow my load before I even get inside of you.â
You watch as he tosses the other condoms to the side before ripping open the gold foil of a magnum condom with his teeth. âOooh, right, yeah.â Swallowing hard, you gape when Satoru rolls the condom over his cock with ease.
He slowly pushed his hips against yours, grinding his cock over your entrance to your clit. âDo you remember what I said to you our first night here at the inn?â Your soft moans are music to his ears as he grinds against you faster. âAfter you told me why you didnât need to have sex?â Right now wasn't the time you wanted to be quizzed over things he said four days ago.
âHaah, fuckâuhm, you said you hoped that I would be able to recover soon?â His cock head pressed firmly against your entrance. âNggh, IâI canât remember. Itâs hard to think when youâre teasing me like this.â
â No, youâre right. I did say I hoped you would recover.â His tip pressed harder against you, making your legs shake. âBut I also said I wanted you to be able to have the most mind-blowing sex of your life.â The world seemed to slow as the gentleness of his words had you blinking. âI never thought I would be the one youâd be with.â
Something about the softness of his voice and the way he lovingly brushed his thumb over your bottom lip had your heart racing. This moment felt surreal as you replayed that first night again in your head. How you had cried in front of the escort you had hired to be your wedding date. He could have easily pushed you away, cringed over your complicated past, or not given a shit.
Instead, he hugged you and stroked your hair as you cried. He listened to you and allowed you to vent. This man went as far as defending you, siding with you. Satoru had held you close, bringing a certain comfort to your life you'd never felt before. It was a perfect full circle.
âI wouldn't want to be with anyone but you, Toru.â Gently cupping his face in your hands, you pulled him down, kissing him as passionately as you could. The warmth of your touch and the brush of your lips against his own made Satoru swell with excitement before shifting into a calmness that worked through him. âI need you.â You gasped out against his swollen lips.
âThen youâll have me.â
Not wanting to waste another moment, Satoru gently pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance. You gasped against his lips, eyes wide as he stretched you. His abâs clenched as he held himself back, giving you a moment to adjust to his size, as his lips gently moved over your cheeks. Only when he felt your walls unclench and your legs wrap around did he begin pushing back inside of you.
Satoru couldn't get over how tight you felt wrapped around him, how warm you were. He'd slept with his fair share of people, but this, the feeling of slowly slipping inside of you for the first time, was a moment he'd never forget. From the way you smelt and how your hot breath tickled his ear. The sensation of your finger scratching gently over his undercut would forever linger because he didn't want this to be the first or last time he buried himself inside of you.
No, he wanted you to be the only person he was this intimate with again. He could easily see himself feeling this profound, this drunk off of joy and excitement each time you slept together. Satoru wanted to only hear his name on your tongue from now on.
While you couldn't read his mind or feel the emotions that course through every being of his soul, you felt the same way. Being with Satoru like this just felt right. No doubt, no uncertainty sat at the pit of your stomach. Just excitement and joy. Like you were walking a tightrope without the fear of falling.
This was perfection.
âY-You're so tight.â Satoru choked out with a laugh as he pushed further inside of you with a whine. âOooh, so fucking tight, baby.â
âY-Yeah~ you're so big, really big.â Your breath chokes out as he slides deeper inside. âHaaa-haaah.â You dig your heels into his ass, pushing him further inside of your tight heat.
âN-Nnngh fuck, someone's getting impatient.â
âI can't help it, I-I want it, I want you so fucking bad.â
Satoru grunts softly, his tongue flicking over your bottom lip before hems slowly pulling out of you. âI want it too, baby.â He slowly slides back in, angling his hips to rub perfectly over that sweet spot inside of you. âAnd Iâm going to give you exactly what you want.â His tongue gently slid past your slightly parted lips as he set a smooth and gentle pace.
You kiss back softly, flicking your tongue over his as his cock fucks you gently into the bedding. Your mind is reeling, taking over every one of your five senses, from his taste and smell. How his groans and grunts sound in your ears. You could feel his muscles twitching as his cock slowly bullied its way over your g-spot before pressing gently over your cervix. But it was the way he looked at you that genuinely had your heart stammering. Satoru was looking at you with a certain softness as his face contorted with pleasure.
You whimpered as he smiled, planting kisses down your neck, gently suckling at it. Satoru put all the emotions in his chest into those gentle, tender kisses. Savoring the way you jerked and squirmed as he gently fucked into your cunt. He suffocates on the delectable addictive air that was you. You take his breath away with every tear-filled glance into his eyes; every gasp and cry is music to his ears. So, of course, heâs lost his grip of control. Grabbing both your hands, he pinned them on either side of your head, his fingers interlacing with them as he moved at a faster pace.
âAhâhah Toru,â you squeeze his hands, âSatorru~!â Crying out against Satoruâs mouth, you squeeze your thighs around him. Seeing you this fucked out of your mind as he fucked his thick cock deeper inside of you, only had Satoru moving faster.
âOoh baby~ fuck~ fuuuuck~ you're getting close. I can feel it.â He grunts through gritted teeth. âYouâre squeezing my cock just like you were squeezing my fingers.â
âMmm yeah, Mâ close Toru~!â You almost lose it as he grinds into you, his hips rubbing over your sensitive clit as his cock massages your sweet spots deep inside of you.
His grip on your hand tightens as he hisses, cock throbbing. âOooh fuck, yeah baby, make a mess, make a fucking mess all over me.â One messy kiss followed by another. âFuck~! Fuuuuck, I'm close too, gonna cum inside your tight hole~!â Nails dig into the back of his hands as your pussy clenched and twitches around him. âYeah~ your pussy is so good~ telling me she likes what Iâm saying. You want me to cum, yeah~?â Throw your head back, and you cry softly at the coil forming in your stomach.
âY-Yeah wanna, wanna cum together~! Wannaâ-ooooh god fuck me!â Satoru watched your eyes shut, tight eyebrows knitting together. He grinds his hips harder against your clit, buffs of deep growls leaving his mouth as his balls clench.
âCum on my cock sweetheart~ yeah~ oooh fuck me yes!â
âCuââ A scream of unfiltered ecstasy cuts off your words. Satoru watches you as you squirt over his crotch and the sheets beneath you both. âAh!! Haaah!!â
Your trashing and shaking drives Satoru up the fucking wall. He frees your hands, gripping your hips, lifting them slightly so he can continuously fuck into your g-spot. Your legs shake aggressively as you fist the sheets. Your body was vibrating, eyes watering as you cum for a third time, watching as clear liquid soaks Satoruâs hips before you see white.
âHaa, fuck~ fuck~ fuckââ his head tips forward, watching his cock disappear inside of your convulsing pussy. âCu-Cummin!â He bit out. âCumming! Cumming!!â He doesn't scream like you, but he roars like a fucking beast. âGraahk! Fuuuck! Fuck!! Take it! Take all of my cum!â
Youâre so sensitive it almost hurts to have Satoru thrusting himself inside you. He doesn't stop until his hips stop moving on their own, and the condom between you is filled to the brim. Only at that point does he gently pull out of you, grimacing as you wince in pained pleasure.
âAre you okay?â he gently asks as he takes the condom off, tying it to throw it in the trash can near the bed.
âI-Iâm so good.â You drunkenly slur, but you haven't had a sip of alcohol. âOh my god, I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my entire life.â
You could see Satoru swell with pride as he headed to the bathroom. âI guess my wish for you did come true.â You can hear the water running before he comes back. âHow was the mind-blowing sex?â
âConfident in yourself?â
âI don't mean to come off as an arrogant ass.â He shrugs a shoulder as he drops to his knees gently, wiping your thighs and pussy clean with the warm rag in his hand. âBut I'm ninety-five percent sure I saw your soul leave your body.â
âOkay! Okay!â You sputtered out a laugh as he wiped himself clean before lying beside you, pulling you into his side with a satisfied hum. âOkay, the mind-blowing sex wasââ your eyes trailed up to his face, âwell mind-blowing!â
âAh~â he blows against his trimmed nails, âway to go, Satoru~â and rubs nails over his pectoral muscle.
âYou dork!â you playfully smack his arm, âthat was so uncool. Like the uncoolest thing to do.â
Satoru was beaming with joy as he cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You sighed, missing him back roughly before pulling away with a happy hum. âStill uncool?â
âSuper uncool.â
âWorth a shot.â
You lay there, tracing shapes over Satoruâs chest. âHey, Toru?â you asked, turning your head to study his perfect face. You were surprised to see him watching you, his blue eyes tracing over the curves of your body, to the way your finger drew invisible hearts over him.
âYeah, sweetie?â
âWhat are you doing this Saturday?â You swore the man underneath you twisted faster than the speed of light. There was a certain glimmer of excitement in his eyes that had your heart fluttering like the butterflies in your stomach.
âWell, I did have this client, but I was dumb enough to cancel on them, so my Saturday is free!â
âGood,â you kissed the tip of his nose, âwould you like to be my wedding date?â
âI would love to be your wedding date.â
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