#Anyway enough about allat

[noctilu-uca]

i doodle a lot in spanish class so here are my guys

[radiance1]

This au again but we shall have Sam aged down, like minor age here. Still got her castle an allat but DC and DP are one and the same here leggo.

Sam had HAD IT with the covens. She's so, so tired of most of them, they just, won't leave her alone.

What the hell does a girl have to do to get them off her trail? She moved her castle, once, twice, more than three times. THREE. TIMES!!! And all that seemed to do was make them want her MORE.

She moved her castle as a fuck you, but seemed to just throw them a carrot instead.

She is just, so tired of them and the worst thing about this is, she can't even force them away either. Sam is powerful, she knows that, moving a castle on a whim is a powerful feat of magic, and she (accidentally) made the goddamn philosopher's stone and it fused itself with her, thus giving her basically eternal life.

But she knows better than to fuck with entire covens when she hasn't even finished her studies yet as self-imposed as they were. There is probably a school for magic, she doesn't know if that actually exists, but she isn't going to one of those because, well, she doesn't have an invite to go but that's besides the point.

Case in point, Sam has the raw power, not so much the training and expertise where she can go against a full-blown coven yet and multiple at that. She also knows that them not inviting themselves in was due to basic courtesy and that just lets her move her castle to another area and the thing is, she doesn't know just how many times she can keep doing this before they just decide to break in the next time they find her castle.

She's lost quite a bit of sleep over this, she will admit.

She is glad that they were rather diplomatic in their approach rather than forcing her to comply at their earliest convenience. But all in all, she's just. So, so tired of being hunted down by covens because what? She's a fledgling witch that needs guidance or whatever?

Well, they aren't wrong but still.

She's met one of the coven leaders before, nice old lady. Didn't try forcing her to join, or even asked really, but just warned her about the other covens wanting her power for one reason or another and left as quick as she came.

Again, nice old woman.

So, Sam needs a magical... supervisor? Mentor? Whatever, just someone she could use to shield herself from the covens.

Her answer came in the most unexpected way, really.

Her next hiding spot was one Gotham City. Why? Because the city rife with crime would make just the greatest of hiding spots, really.

Can you tell she's running out of options?

It's gotten to a point that Sam would just, take the attention of Batman himself if that means she doesn't have to interact with the covens for one more day and boy did she get his attention.

Batman brought not just one, but two magic users. Zatanna and Constantine were their names, and Sam already finds herself eyeing up either of them to be her potential magical shield.

Now, how does she pop the question, is the question.

[spookythesillyfella]

uhm ..... uhmmm .... selfship doodlez ....... uhmm ...... !!!! getz shot

[acid-ixx]

Sigh.. We all should've have chosen both wally and conner...i can't imagine the faces of batfam

how to be a heartbreaker! (again &. again concept)

ft. yandere! wally west, starfire, roy harper, artemis, conner kent, bart allen x gn! neglected! reader w/ platonic yandere! batfam.

— masterlist !

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

tw: age gaps but there isn't nsfw (except for conner) and the reader is described to be older than 20 in this concept and was far ignored longer than in the og story.

a/n: happy (late) halloween! 🎃 i'm praying to the gods, please don't let this post flop, i'm in my flop era fr! because i am not writing allat for it to get ignored 💔 (just kidding i love u guys, especially to all those who comment! i read all your comments even if i'm unable to reply at times). if you guys are wondering why i didn't include all the characters, it's because this is just a drabble and if anyone likes more concepts about this, please send in asks! anyways, enjoy this sweet harem au hehe.

anon, you are so right. but let me raise you this: getting together with all your siblings' teammates. i'm not just saying wally and conner, no! i'm saying the young justice, the teen titans, all their friends and old pals— the moment you come of age, hide under the radar for a few years and eventually meet them at random. you'd be giving dick, hell, even bruce, your father, mind you, a run for his money when it comes to a player reputation amongst the siblings, and the best part (or worst part for you once it's too late...) of it all is the fact that you don't even have to keep all your little relationships with them a secret when they never once bat an eye on you until recently.

the funny thing is: you didn't even have to try to attract them. it was all them approaching you at random days and getting to know you better, with you, at your lowest point, accepting any medium of attention. at first it was them feeling pity, perceptive to how your siblings chose to focus on them rather than you, but now it's them chasing after you because you're so interesting in every aspect; even if you find yourself average at best compared to your talented siblings.

maybe it's because you bring the normal out in them, or because you display such raw emotions and are an entirely separate being from vigilantism. either way, they find themselves thinking about you more often than their missions and that's harrowing.

and because you're such a pathetic, wet cat, so desperate for love; all the people you hit on develop a savior complex because of you. i don't just mean them finding you cute, or interesting, absolutely not. i mean you're constantly being thrown around like a prince or princess who needs a knight in shining armor to catch them when they fall, except you're constantly being carried in some other's arms even when you can stand on your own two feet.

you just have that special quality in you that makes everyone fall head over heels. it makes them fantasize scenarios of a home life with you; they could provide better than your current ones do, for sure. you'd be spoiled to death with kisses to your face, hands wrapped around your body, and a guarantee that you'll never feel alone or unsafe in a world full of danger that lurks around the corner.

that same quality may have also been your downfall.

wally west doesn't mind training all day to become stronger and faster to save you from every danger that lingers near your presence. hell, he doesn't complain anymore whenever dick assigns him some missions if that means he can pass by your room by the manor as an after-mission reward, loving it when you smile at him with the gentlest quip of your mouth as he hastily wraps you in his arms with the same amount of speed it took to run to your house. wally cherishes watching you in slow-time because he could worship every little part of his darling's expression, quelling the boredom he had for the entire day. he wants to be fast enough for his babe, not only just to impress them but because he wants them to see him as the only reliable individual capable enough of protecting and flirting with you. not everyone can measure up to his speed, no? nobody could keep up with this man's speed and he's known for taking you away whenever you're with someone else just to get a sliver of your time.

starfire's emotions become ablaze and so does her powers every time she notices one of your other sweethearts becoming too touchy with you, unable to comprehend why you're not even in a relationship with her yet. but you're too sweet and you bury yourself in her curly tresses to calm her down. at first that's enough! she doesn't understand the concept of physical affection and the boundaries that come with it as much as others but boy does she crave it when it comes to you. it doesn't help the fact that you're incapable of sometimes denying her affections and letting yourself be constantly kissed by the girl in every part of your face. she's very warm, though, and her curiosity about things foreign to her, paired with you teaching her more about your world, makes starfire adore her sweetheart's willingness and patience; it simply warrants another passionate kiss in the mouth from the pink-haired alien.

roy harper brings out a more rebellious side of you that you never imagine yourself sporting. his experiences in life and his rebellious relationship towards oliver queen, his adoptive father shapes him to who he is now; and he'd be damned if you drown yourself in endless misery like he did. yeah, it doesn't help that lian loves you as much as he does and he thinks you're the perfect match for him, watching you play with his little girl and care for him whenever he's injured does wonders for the fantasies that plays itself in his head, all scenarios of coming home to you after a hard day of work, just to see you and lian greet him the moment he enters your shared house with him, kissing him in the lips, telling him about the wonderfully prepared dinner you and lian whipped up for him, and watching your eyes widen at another bouquet of your favorite flowers he bought home for you. you're not in a relationship with him at all but can't a man just dream?

why dick wonders every damn time one of his friends ditch another one of their hangouts is a question never to be answered. but it's been noticeable these days that he's starting to suspect something wrong at play, especially since he's noticed tension within his comrades, and as a leader he couldn't just simply ignore the tense glares, insults to their being, and the hushed whispers; all pet names, a mantra they're used to calling you.

but dick doesn't take it seriously until it's too late.

that his baby bird long fell off the nest years ago, taken into the arms of whom he thought to be his most trusted comrades, thoroughly loved more than he could've given you. and it's not just one person smitten with you; it's an entire harem of people unwilling to share you just as much as dick who'd soon realize that he shares far more similarities with you; a heartbreaker, yet a caretaker at heart.

it's no wonder why everybody wants you for themselves. it's not only your family who loves to hear your precious laughs and gentle hands; that sets the jealousy ablaze in his heart.

jason never thought that artemis carried a softer version of her. but he's been picking up telltale signs of her donning dangling keychains, all cute doodles of her no doubt, and necklaces he's sure he's seen around the manor at times. it's not her typical style, and she never really found the appeal with cute things like crochet plushies of her; yet the designs are oddly reminiscent to someone he always called his angel. but whenever he tries to bring the topic up, he only receives a snarky reply, a protective hold on her things, and a familiar phrase telling him to mind his business. he isn't aware of how she met you one time after you've nearly been crushed to death by a car accelerating at you, if not for her taking the blunt end of the hit. ever since that day you've been seeing her regularly by alleyways watching over you as your guardian and giving her tokens of appreciation, albeit small, that she keeps as her prized properties; ones nobody has special access to touch. she's not much of a heckler for physical touch, but she occasionally gives you a head scratches and the rare peck to your lips.

jason doesn't like how jealous he is towards her, because of how the would-be stranger treats her and why he can't seem to pinpoint the primal urge to rip those little trinkets from her. sometimes he feels like a man possessed, eyeing the keychains and the random pastel bracelets longer, all warranting the same angered glare artemis reciprocates.

he swore he's seen them before, splayed across the random rooms in the manor, some even being in the library; things he loved to fiddle with whenever he was bored out of his mind. so seeing them being proudly displayed by artemis triggers visceral reactions within him.

but could jason do anything about it when he's part of the reason why your roster consists of your family's comrades? no.

if you couldn't get attention from your family, you'll just have to get it through their affiliations. yeah, some are older than you, but god are you treated like divinity with just how willing they are to kneel upon your feet just to gain a crumb of your attention. even the strongest lay weak whenever you look at them with disappointment or sadness with your wide, captivating eyes.

all the times tim drake would be with teammates, he'd notice how their eyes look at him expectantly, as if waiting for another one to accompany them. at first he ignores it, but the longer their strange behavior persists, he begins opening a case about his close friends.

he soon realizes that conner has a record of mentioning "his cute little darling," and how he'd brag to his other friends about how left his jacket and all his favorite t-shirts in your room and how you're always drowning in his scent— always quiping about just how much it smells like you and how he enjoys wearing all his clothes right after you wear them just to get a whiff of your presence in his life; you being his motivation to fight against crime just so he could see your pretty face and tell him you're proud of him. undeniably, he's the one who spends the longest time with you and he's prideful about it, being the only man with the privilege to touch every part of your skin, wishing to melt against you just so he'd be branded in your body like how your name is the only sweet thing he can taste in his mouth.

it's not only conner, but bart allen would bounce around more often demanding that it's unfair how conner gets everything and how he gets little time with you, with just how often you get thrown around by all your love interests! he'd admit just how cute he finds you whenever you coo about him and play with his messy locks of hair whenever it's his time of the week to visit you right after missions. spending time with him is arguably the most casual part of your life, because he loves to help you with your daily errands despite him complaining about the same tasks to his other teammates... he says it's because you stimulate every part of his brain to find satisfaction in every small action that you do, but it's not only that, rather, he wishes to gain all your praises that you sing for him, never finding boredom in your presence at all.

tim's the first one who pieces the jigsaw puzzle together, but he's thoroughly astounded either way at just how smitten they are with you. it makes him open an entirely different case that's just about you; where he discovers how you're connected with nearly everyone close to him and his siblings.

it makes him wonder what makes you all the more interesting. it's how exactly he spirals into a periodic cluster of events investigating your entire life and drowning himself in work, terabytes of files each analyzed carefully— all about you, your past, and present situation. tim drake never saw a person this admired that much, so much so that online stalking lead to physical stalking.

all your dm's are spammed by countless people, and you don't even take the initiative to reply because you'd be too busy being tossed around by the time the vigilante tracks your location. it's honestly amusing at first but the longer tim become a third perspective to your life, the more he craves your physical presence, just to get a taste of dissecting all the thoughts in your brain. but with just how often their friends fight over you, it'd be hard to rip you away from the clawing hands of all your admirers.

that's why he sets a plan into motion. if he couldn't have you to himself, then he could at least share you with the closest people he had in his life— not with all the strangers who think they know his younger sibling better than he does.

a simple document, many actually, so documents, were all he needed, with printed stacks of a4 paper compiling each and every known fact about you.

all in the name of love, he'd give it out to every member of the family in quick succession.

a hefty reminder to take back what once was theirs.

[starwovenkiss]

gym partner!gaz who invites you to tag along with him to the gym to show you how to lift properly and all that.

maybe he’s your neighbor who’ve you grown a good relationship with — you water his plants while he’s on deployment and he feeds your cat while you’re away.

so when you mention in passing that you want to start lifting after one too many gym girls show up on your TikTok fyp, he jumps at the chance to show you.

“why hire a trainer when you got me right here, love? save your money and allat.” and he’s right! kyle’s military and clearly works out enough to know what he’s doing, so what’s the harm in him showing you how to barbell squat and do a couple of RDLs? your apartment has a gym so it makes it easier for you two to meet up anyway.

except you aren’t exactly prepared for just how good kyle looks bench-pressing 225 lbs.

you’re not blind, you know that kyle is a good-looking guy to put it simply, and enough of your friends have lingered at your door on the way out in hopes of catching a glimpse of him while he’s leaving or coming back in.

but this is just so different — he’s so focused, so disciplined, so in control.

gone is the kyle who jokes about your upstairs neighbor who stomps around at 6 in the morning. he’s been replaced by some tactile man who controls every movement with hairlike precision. fingers wrapped around the metal bar firmly as his arms flex with every up and down movement.

you just hope that when he finishes he doesn’t realize just how turned on you are.

he grunts as he finishes his last few reps, and you subtly squeeze your thighs at the noise, wondering if it would sound the same as he slides into you for the first time.

“are you alright?” kyle questions, looking up at you with concern, and you just manage to nod. kyle drops it before taking a drink from his water, and you watch, a little dazed, how a few droplets of sweat fall down the column of his neck underneath his black compression shirt.

“i know you said you mainly wanted to focus on legs, but i figured it be nice to walk you through every movement before getting started.” kyle’s clearly showing off —the proud look in his eyes gives him away — but it doesn’t really matter because whatever reaction he was angling for, (awe? fluster? horniness?), he got it.

“c’mon, lemme show you how to squat,” he says before walking you over to the squat racks, and suddenly you remember the whole purpose of this gym sesh which wasn’t to ogle how good kyle’s ass looks in his sweatpants.

he gets everything ready for you, hands super touchy when he positions you, and the next thing you know, he’s right behind you, spotting you as you squat the bar. his body heat warms every inch of your skin and you feel yourself unraveling by the minute as he brings a hand to your leg to position you properly.

your thoughts of ‘you’re fine, it’s completely fine, it’s just your neighbor, kyle’ are completely shot when he leans in and murmurs “that’s a good girl” after completing your last rep.

fuck it.

you’re just lucky that you made it back up to your place before you’re both stripping, teeth clashing into one another as you messily make out, whimpering into his mouth as he grinds his hard-on into you.

you were always more of a cardio girl anyway.

[lavendermatchastrife]

Raw, Next Question

Warnings: 18+ mdni, sexual content, pining, nerd-jo, virgin!gojo, goth!reader, chubby!reader, non-specified poc!reader, au, non-canon, gojo down bad, oral fixation, very slight blood play, pretty much porn with very little plot

Summary: you confide in your best friend about your recent, less than pleasing love life, maybe there’s something he can do about it!!

a/n: you can try to pry certified munch!gojo from my cold dead hands but I promise you wouldn’t get very far. sorry for disappearing, life is just not going my way lately 🥲

Word count: 12719

 The sound of a clock ticking in the corner of the classroom could be heard as Gojo’s class waited for the end of a very tiring school day. Long grey blinds swayed as a gentle breeze blew in from the cracked windows, a ray of sunlight beamed across the room and illuminated his desk in an almost ethereal light. The man himself was certainly angelic, the light only highlighted his delicate features. A pensive expression showed on his face, his thin silver rimmed glasses pushed firm against his wrinkled bridge. Wispy snow-white hair pushed up and out of his face. His class eyed him curiously as he nibbled on his thumb while he appeared to be staring (rather unprofessionally) daggers into his smartphone. What could he be looking at that had him so tense?

 “You good, Mr. Gojo?” His student, Yuji Itadori, piped up just as the final bell rang. As if pulled from his thoughts, Gojo snapped his head up and beamed a wide smile in response to Yuji.

 “Of course, never been better.” He shot a quick glance down at his phone, his screen still open. Yuji gathered his items, a cheeky grin on his face while he waved goodbye to Gojo who was still looking at his phone. He was rereading a sequence of messages between the both of you, hoping he wasn’t dreaming. What had he gotten himself into?

Pretty Girl: Satoru, I think I’m done dating for good.

Gojo: whatttt?!?!! 😨

Pretty Girl: guys r so nasty, just broke up with Naoya. put up w him longgg enough 😚

Gojo: oh shit fr?! What’d he do this time

Pretty Girl: pissed I wouldn’t let him hit it raw, yelled at me so I sent his ass home.

Gojo: need me to give him the ol’ one two

Gojo: jk, that’s actually really shitty :( wanna hang out n take ur mind offa things???

Pretty Girl: yes 🥺 ice cream pls

Pretty Girl: and Twilight

Pretty Girl: ughhh the more that I think about it the more pissed I get, like why couldn’t he just be happy with me. Am I boring Satoru?

Gojo: ur a snoozefest 🙄

Gojo: no, we have a great time together. He couldn’t handle allat anyways

Pretty Girl: what like you could?

Gojo: duh 

Pretty Girl: then prove it later

Gojo: say sike rn

Pretty Girl: I’m single n ready to mingle 😝

Gojo: k, ur in for it

 Gojo groaned and slammed his head against his desk. How would he even pull this off? It’s not like he was some seasoned veteran. He’d never even held hands with anyone other than you, let alone kissed anyone before. (That’s a lie, you were his first kiss back in college, albeit a drunken one.) How was he supposed to have sex with you? He ruffled his already unruly hair, then smothered his head into the aged mahogany further. As confident as he tried to appear, Gojo was not only a loser; but a virgin. Almost as untainted as the day he was brought into the world.

 He knew all about your (sex)capades, your list of boyfriends, your summer flings. It wasn’t like you had very many, you were just trying to enjoy yourself. There was no shame in that, you were a grown woman. You had needs. He was the ever supportive and faithful friend, your shoulder to cry on. If someone broke up with you after sleeping with you, he was right there with a tub of ice cream and a stack of your favorite DVD’s. You fell in love easily, it didn’t take long for you to move on, much to Gojo’s dismay. Him being in love with you was a secret, well a secret from you. Anyone around you both could see how he felt about you, everyone but you got the clue. He was just shy from sprouting a wagging tail and perked ears in your presence.

 If you were crying over a boy it was always: “Satoru, what do they have that I don’t?” “Satoru, you’re such a great guy, why can’t my boyfriend be like you?” “Satoru, what am I doing wrong?” Every time he wanted to shake some sense into you. You should be with me! He’d yell at you in his head, only to spew out some nonsense about just not having found the right person yet. You’d sniffle, and cuddle him all night but that was the extent of the comfort he’d given you. If it was up to him, he’d wine and dine you. He didn’t have experience with women outside of his colleagues, but he knew how to treat a lady at least. He’d seen quite a few movies, read the right books, listened to your complaints enough to know what you would want in a partner. What you deserved. He could just never find the right moment to confess. Would you even accept his confession?

 You’d sleep with him at least. Which is more than he’d ever even dreamt of. A fact he replayed in his head now that he could finally leave his stuffy classroom.

 On any normal day, Gojo would take his time leaving from his busy work day. He’d stay over, grade some papers, work on his lesson plans, go over his notes for the day. Anything to make his work life easier and set his kids up for success. It wasn’t a normal day however, not with you waiting for him. He was rushing out of the school as fast as he could. If no one needed him then what was the harm in leaving a little earlier? 

 The sight of him was comical, other teachers watched in confusion as he sped through the hallways. He’d brushed off anyone that called out to him sorry later, I’m really busy, determined to make it home in record time. He paid no mind to his bag that was hastily stuffed with papers, on the brink of spilling out. His tie loosened, his hair a mess from the constant nervous tugging he’d been doing. He forgot about his lunch box in the teachers lounge. If he thought about it hard enough, he was pretty sure he had plans with a few of his coworkers to go out for drinks later that night, too. That didn’t matter to him, he was sure they’d understand.

 His face flushed when he finally made it to his car, he threw his bag into the backseat and checked his phone for any more messages from you. There were a few unopened, and for the life of him he couldn’t get his phone to unlock fast enough.

Pretty Girl: I’m actually nervous now, are you sure you wanna do this 🫠

Pretty Girl: imma shave just in case

Pretty Girl: wait r you ok w that, what do u prefer?

Pretty Girl: fuck it ill just shave 

 Gojo didn’t stop the dorky smile from spreading across his face. He could tell you were nervous you didn’t have to say anything. He was glad to know that you were probably just as worked up as he was because it took a little bit of the pressure off of his shoulders. He didn’t know what you were expecting, but you had to know that he was lacking in the sexual encounters department. You were extremely open, maybe you weren’t a prolific kiss and teller, but you made sure to tell your best friend all about your experiences. There was no harm in it as long as Gojo didn’t mind, which he didn’t. It’s not like he had the balls to pursue you anyhow. 

 One thing he knew about you was that you were incredibly sensitive, incredibly needy, and just a touch insecure.

 In his mind you were perfect, what could there possibly be about you that warranted the insecurity? He’d seen your figure during countless trips to the beach, your revealing bikinis didn’t leave much to the imagination. If it wasn’t a small piece of fabric strung around your curves, then it was a tight one piece. You’d taken him panty shopping, trying things on to ask for his opinion from a man’s perspective. You were clueless to how crazy you drove him, as you’d twirl and snap the strings on your lingerie. He was thankful that he was the first one to see you in your purchase, even if it wasn’t for him. (Little did he know that you never wore anything he picked out around anyone.) (A fact you tried desperately to keep to yourself.

 Despite him loving every part of you from your curves, to the fat on your tummy, the expanse of your thighs. He loved more than your body, he loved the way you style your hair, the care you put into your makeup and appearance, the way you walked. He loved that regardless of the circumstance you’d always put 100% into your outfit when going out. You were well groomed, something he didn’t know he even wanted in a partner. He’d paid for your nails more times than he can count (or rather, care to remember), treated you to the spa just because you’d been having a rough day or week. If it wasn’t a full set of nails, it was your hair, or hell- a bag or a pair of shoes. Despite your whining about feeling bad that he’d pay for those things, he’d always brush off your concerns.

 “You wound me. I’m a former rich kid that teaches at a private school, I think I can handle you gettin’ your nails done.”

 You’d smile all shy, pushing him back by his shoulder. You’d thank him profusely, which was another thing he loved. The constant praises you’d wash over him, the smiles, the appreciation. You weren’t spoiled or expectant, but forever grateful. The boost to his ego at being the one to bring out those emotions and sweet words was much too thrilling. It was no wonder that he fell in love with you. 

 What was to be expected however, were your boyfriends being extremely jealous whenever he’d do those things for you. Even if they weren’t willing to cough up the money, it wounded their pride to no end. You’d called Gojo on many occasions, crying over a fight you’d gotten into all because of the new purse he’d bought you. Or over a necklace you had been wanting. Her partners would argue that he was doing boyfriend things to a taken woman, but what was the point of being pissed off just because they were too broke to take care of you? That wasn’t his fault.

 On his way home, he couldn’t help himself as he pulled into your favorite store, he had already picked up the ice cream you wanted. It was a cozy small business that wove their own jewelry, he figured a cute bracelet or a dainty anklet would do for a quick pick me up. 

 He chose an anklet the color of his eyes, and then a white bracelet as a cheeky bonus, whistling as he walked through the isles. Why not get both?  After all, you were hard at work all week. You just broke up with one of your longer relationships, right after a shift no less. You deserve something nice for yourself. The cashier greeted him, recognizing him as a regular of theirs. The younger woman bashfully rang his items, her face warm and posture nervous. When Gojo walked away with his purchase slung over his shoulder in its small paper bag, a large sigh tumbled from her mouth.

 He continued to whistle the same tune, stopping by a florist that was in the same outlet. The older woman tending to the arrangements greeted him, welcoming him in and recognizing him from his frequent visits. She was a nosy woman, and prided herself in being the store in the plaza that he frequented the most. She’d secretly display flowers that he was more inclined to go for, he shopped in patterns, just in case he’d stop by for the day. The chances were very high, he loved to give you flowers more than anything. Your smile when you’d take them from him carefully, and cradle them as you gushed at how pretty they were, was his favorite.

 She sang a small song as she waited for Gojo to pick his arrangement for the day, and her gut was right yet again as he picked out something she’d placed on his dedicated shelf. She sprung to check him out, “Will that be all for you? Would you like a card? Would you like these wrapped?”

 “I’d love that black vase behind you, actually.” He was already fishing his card from his wallet, swiping without a care as she checked him out. He generously tipped her, and thanked her with a wave of his bouquet.

 The walk to his car was short, and he made it home just in time for you to text him that you were on your way. He was breathless as the reality sunk in. He scrambled to freshen himself up.

 You lived twenty minutes away, which was just enough time to scrub his long day off of him and arrange his gift on his kitchen countertop. Right as he was grabbing some water for later, and placing it in his sleek modern fridge he heard keys jingling outside of his door. He quickly threw the bottles into his fridge, and jogged to open the door before you could unlock it yourself. You took his breath away as usual, you’d curled the ends of your hair. Your makeup was minimal, a smoky look with a dark brown lip, his favorite combo. Your keys were raised as if you were about to insert them, your hand frozen into place as you stared up at him with wide eyes. You were surprised, but more than that you were desperately unprepared to see him this soon and this close. You’d worked yourself up on the way over, nerves through the roof as the gravity of your situation unraveled before you as well. While you panicked, he continued to take you in.

 A tight black sweater, the sleeves draped across your shoulders exposing them to the slightly cooler air, and a long black and brown argyle skirt hugged high on your hips and stopped at your mid-shins. Black chunky platforms brought you closer to him. You wore thin glasses that were sat pushed against the bridge of your nose. A dainty necklace sparkled at the base of your neck, and when he realized it was something he’d bought for you a couple years back he beamed down at you. You were gonna get it later, he tapped his foot in anticipation as his gaze caught onto your clavicle. Sensually exposed, he wanted to kiss it so bad.

 You cleared your throat, bringing your wrist slowly back towards yourself. As your lips pursed he drank those in as well, his imaginary tail swishing faster with his growing excitement at seeing you. You were close enough for him to smell your perfume. A scent he’d said he liked, as a passing comment when you tried it out at a store a couple of months back. You were so gonna get it. You bobbed on your heels as you waited for him to let you inside, he was so obviously checking you out it was making the heat from your core travel to your cheeks.

 “Satoru…it’s cold.” You laughed as he hastily brought you inside, his eagerness endearing and refreshing. Especially considering the lack of romance in your life for the last six months, despite the fact that you’d been seeing someone. Gojo was apologizing, warming your shoulders up as he steered you into his living room. He placed you onto his plush couch, and you sighed as you sunk into the white expanse. 

 “Hey there,” he finally said as he sat next to you. He placed his gifts into your lap, pinching your cheek when a grin overtook your features. “You’re cute.”

 “Uh,” you began, clearing your throat as you opened the small paper bag. “Satoru, I love this shop. You remembered? Awe, the colors!” You didn’t hesitate to clip the bracelet onto your wrist, the beads in varying shades of white and a very light purple. You admired it, stroking it and turning the beads in their places, appreciating the work. The flowers had a heavy aroma, it was of course a dark blue and black arrangement. The anklet sat in your lap, and when you went to take off your shoes Gojo stopped you.

 “Lemme do that, later.” His smug request brought further heat to your cheeks, and your shy nod made him clench into his thigh. He was feeling his resolve starting to crumble, he was planning to take his time because he wanted this so bad and he adored you. But that was proving to be difficult the more time that passed between you. It hadn’t been long since he’d opened his door to you, however it was starting to feel like an eternity. “You hungry?” He asked, starting to get up from where he was seated. He felt the light blue sweater he wore being tugged, the gentle grip from your hand pulling him back down.

 He was dressed in loose pajama pants, grey ones that didn’t hide much. His excitement was apparent, and you could tell he was going to be a little difficult to manage. Even though you couldn’t see him, you could see his growing arousal, and boy was it on the bigger side. A silver chain, something simple, hung around his neck. It was a gift from you for his birthday last year.

 “Satoru,” the way you whined, leaning back as you drew his name out, made his breath catch onto the back of his throat. “I’m hungry.” You said, turning your head to the side to expose the expanse of your neck. It looked delicious and he didn’t hesitate to take in your pulse and the scent of you as he immediately buried his face into your neck. He placed a light kiss against the thrumming in your neck, it only grew in its rapid dance. “Want dessert before dinner, please.” You pleaded with him, hiking your leg up and around his hip just to pull him over you. Your skirt rose, exposing your leg over his hip. Your platform dug into his side. It felt incredible while he lapped and kissed your neck further.

 “Just a lil’ taste, don’t wanna ruin your appetite.” He agreed, reaching back to pull off your clunky shoes. They thudded heavily behind him, and even though it turned you on you immediately chastised him.

 “Those were expensive! Be careful!” Your pout down at him was beyond adorable, you tucked your chin as you drew your eyebrows inward. He nodded, not arguing with you, and he pushed your legs back against your sides. It felt awkward as your long skirt pushed up your hips as a result.

 “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I’ll get you another pair to make up for it. I’ll be careful from now on, promise.” He leaned down to kiss your knee, and then brought the leg that was closest to the edge of the couch up. Up as he rose back again and he gently kissed your ankle. Your skin smelled like his favorite scrub, something sweet and floral. Your toes were recently done, shiny black polish that he paid for. Your skin was smooth, and he was a little too excited to reach for the anklet he bought you and clip it into place. He kissed it once again, before wrapping it around his hip. Gods he didn’t know what he was doing, when he was going to take things further, what you liked. But this felt like it was going well. He had to be doing something right as he drank in your panting form, excitement written all over your face.

 “Wait, Satoru,” you gently pushed him back, just as he was about to lean down. He was inching your skirt further above your hips, exposing your thighs and lower tummy. Soft skin that he rubbed and soothed as he waited for you to continue, “I’m actually really hungry.” You covered your face in embarrassment as your stomach rumbled almost on cue. He laughed then, a loud surprised one as he looked down at you with such fondness. His gaze soft as he still leaned down, and placed a searing kiss over the front of your panties. A skimpy sheer black pair, he placed his lips over the small black bow in the center. You gasped, raking your fingers in his hair, desperately trying not to buck up. You were so needy, he hadn’t even touched the sensitive part you wanted him to. But the anticipation made it feel like he did.

 “Sure, whatever you want, sweet girl.” He brought your skirt back down, helped sit you up as you fixed your hair. You waited patiently for him to fix you something up, and you felt bad as you watched him walk around his kitchen with his obvious hard on. It wasn’t going away, no matter how focused he was on the task at hand. He was bringing you a tray of snacks, some fruit, some chocolate, some pretzels. (Practically poked your eye out in the process) God he knew you so well, knew exactly what you wanted when you wanted it. He’d been with you for so long, watching you and taking note. It was borderline creepy, he scared himself if he was being honest.

 You happily munched on the snacks he brought you, the tension in the air still buzzing but slowly being consumed by a different feeling. He was over spilling with affection for you as you flipped through the channels on his new television, laughing along as you landed on your favorite sitcom. Corny jokes easing the tension in your shoulders, this is what he wanted from you more than anything. Security, comfortability. He was happy to provide you with whatever you wanted or needed so long as you kept smiling around him. 

 You finally let yourself calm down, in truth while you were hungry you were really just scared. Not of Gojo, never, but of your attraction for him. Scared of how fast things were going, even if you did want it. Badly. You’d always been attracted to him, you’d just never acted on it. There was no way he’d want you. So you let yourself get swept up in small romances, in pretty words and faces that promised to make you happy. They were mediocre at best, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from loving people that treated you well at first and called you pretty. Gojo fell under that category, and so much more, but you wouldn't jeopardize years of friendship. You really didn’t see all that he did was to get you to notice him, you’d thought he was just an affectionate person. Much like yourself. You didn’t understand what possessed you to proposition him that night. You’d been squashing your feelings for years, maybe it was finally getting to be too much.

 On more than one occasion, you’d have friends tell you about wanting to confess to him. To try him out, and you sincerely wished them the best. He’d rejected anyone that you knew, but even if you never saw him date anyone you didn’t think he’d never dated anyone. So as you strolled up to his home, key in hand, you prepared yourself. His experience had to be extensive, he was probably crazy in bed. You’d seen him half naked so many times through the years. Whether it was from trips together or just him unashamedly changing in front of you, you weren’t oblivious to how well built he was. There was no way he wasn’t getting any action.

 You were preparing yourself for a sex god when he laid you down, took control immediately. He moved so smoothly, so sure of himself, he had to know what he was doing. And it not only scared you, but it kind of hurt. The irrational jealousy that you weren’t going to be the first woman he ravaged despite having a couple of bodies yourself. It was funny that you stopped him because it was a little overwhelming, when he was practically the face of an untouched maiden. It was all instinct and adrenaline.

 You finally turned to face Gojo, setting your tray on the black coffee table in front of you. “Can we start in your room? I’m a little sore from being on my feet all day..” Just as your sentences came to an end, he instantly scooped you up. Up we go.~ You yelped in surprise, music to his ears, while he clambered straight towards his bedroom. 

 He kicked his door open, baby blue walls instantly greeting you. Pictures of the both of you throughout the years were scattered amongst his walls, almost taunting you with what you were about to ruin. 

 One in particular caught your attention, hung above his bed was a picture of the both of you at a mutual friend's wedding. You were each other’s plus one. You’d color coordinated, black of course. Happy that your friend was so encouraging of self expression and not superstitious. You’d danced all night, had one too many drinks. When you congratulated the happy couple, his arm was draped so he could hold onto your hip. Possessive for something that wasn’t his, and you ate it up. Reveled in his undivided attention. You danced the night away, fast or slow, it didn’t matter. As the sun began to disappear, you set your camera up, propped against a half finished Corona, you didn't have to beg him for a photo. He knew what you wanted, hugged you tightly from behind as it took a few in rapid succession. Both of you were oblivious to the bets hung in the air on when you’d finally just get it the fuck together. Take that extra leap.

 How could either of you do that though? As reluctance and insecurity shrouded your actions, it was the safest bet to just do nothing. Gojo was not an unsure man. He knew what he wanted, and he got it most of the time. Despite that fact, he was an incredibly devoted man, and knew that so much more than his feelings were on the line. He was lonely, a people pleaser, hung onto any positive reaction he could get. How could he be so selfish, and ruin one of the best things that ever happened to him?

  Well, at least he tried.

 “Of course, I’m sorry sweetheart. You must be so tired.” He gently placed you onto his bed, rubbing your shoulders as you sat on the edge. He massaged down your arms, then made his way down your ticklish sides. “Feelin’ a lil’ better?” You groaned and nodded in approval, then thumped your head onto his broad chest. He tucked his chin over your head while he rubbed your back, the high point of your backside. He could feel the thickness of it as you sat. Your arch into him gave him an insane view. Your silhouette was pitching a tent in his pants, but you were too blissed out to even notice it. Touching you sent shivers down his spine, while goosebumps traveled down yours. 

 “Feels good.” You mumbled, and you further buried yourself into his chest while wrapping your arms around him. He smelled amazing, warm and comforting.

“Is that so.~ I’m glad, want more?” You eagerly nodded and he encouraged you to turn around. He hesitantly pulled your skirt off, careful not to take your panties with it. You lifted your shirt, dragging your bra with it with hardly a care as you laid flat on your stomach. Comfortable on his big bed, cuddling into his fluffy blankets. Comfortability was important to him, and his heart swelled when he thought about the fact that he was making you this way. That you loved his room, and you loved his touch. His hands worked down your back seriously, the knots in your shoulder giving way and you moaned in encouragement.

 “Feels good, ah.” God he was hard, he loved when he could massage you, feeling rewarded himself despite being the one to work your knots away. Knots from a busy hard working day. Although this was his first time having you like this, his knees on either side of your hips. His grey pajama pants were beginning to dampen a little, his drooling cock starting to take its toll. This was so much to take in, your little panties made your ass look like a heart, and his little friend was eager at the sight. He was trying not to touch you with it, but as you felt it painfully strain and twitch every time you moaned you figured you could tease him a little bit. You pushed back into him just the slightest, squishy backside feeling amazing against his lower half. He immediately bucked against you, sweat began to fall from his brow.

 “Sweetheart, can I turn you around?” He asked, rubbing your lower back and stopping himself from kneading the two mounds in front of him. They were jiggling, and he was trying so hard not to bust at the sight. You nodded, just the slightest bit of reluctance as you covered your chest with both of your hands and turned to face him. Holy shit, his eyes were blown. His face was red, and he was so hard. You couldn’t believe your eyes, and thanked the lord that Gojo chose those pants for the night. You felt like you were drooling. The pink tips of his fingers pushed against your pouting maw, and his thumb pulled your bottom lip down. You opened your mouth, tongue squirming inside and he stuck his thumb inside just to feel it twitch. He gently rubbed your tongue, and the slightly salty taste of it had you already seeing stars. You lapped at it, and sucked on it, like it was your favorite candy.

 His breath began to pick up, and all he could focus on was the warm wet sensation. He switched his thumb out for his index and middle fingers. He traced your teeth, your gums, and curiously inched his fingers further down your throat. You tried not to gag, the tears in your eyes proof that he was getting some distance. He pulled them out, a thick strand of drool followed him as if it didn’t want him to leave. Your sharp inhale for breath, a deep and desperate sound further encouraged him. He eagerly placed his coated finger inside of his mouth, and while this normally would’ve repulsed you, instead you felt your heart hammering inside of its cage. Your mouth was still open and you flattened your tongue outward. He couldn’t tell if you wanted him to stick them back in or kiss him, but damn was he going to kiss you senseless regardless.

  He licked your tongue with his own, swallowing you up immediately. You moaned into the kiss, eagerly exploring whatever you could. It was sloppy, and messy, the saliva almost grossed you out. But god did it feel amazing, you’d never do this with anyone else, however he was getting you addicted to doing it with him. You eagerly opened for him, and he drooled inside. He wanted to push you back, he had to do something more. He was getting restless, his hands tugged at the base of your head and tangled into your hair. Your own hands raked through his silky strands. Your noises were deadly, whether it was the smacking of your lips or the squishy sounds of your spittle, or your moans. You were moaning like he was inside of you, and he felt his own pang of jealousy. Others had seen you like this, kissed you breathless and you looked like this for them? 

 He nipped at your bottom lip, and you fought to bite his lip instead. Drawing it back and pricking him in the process. He gasped, and moaned. His noises were surprising, was he always this vocal? You wanted more, so you pulled him down against you just to man handle his mouth again. You were tugging and biting his lip. Surely bruising him but he wanted it, needed you to mess him up like he was going to mess you up. It was overwhelming you how good this felt, how delirious you were starting to feel. He licked your cheek, held your jaw in place as his tongue started where his hand held you, up and along the side of your face. He caressed your ears, and then his hands acted on their own, exploring your exposed chest. You’d forgotten that you were shirtless, forgotten that you’d only been in your skimpy panties. 

 This freaked you out as you were reminded of the fact that you were about to hook up with your oldest friend. Your closest friend. Your insanely handsome best friend that was way too good at kissing and way too pliant. You pushed him back, needing to catch your breath. Maybe even needing to escape. He panted with you, not going to wipe his mouth that had a little bit of his blood mixed in with his saliva. So much saliva, it had to have been yours as well. You were sure you weren’t in a better state than him.

 You sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed once again and he sat next to you. There was some space between the both of you, his ceiling fan spun above you as you continued to breathe haggardly. You shivered, the loss of warmth caused goosebumps to spread across your body, and your nipples tantalizingly perked. He watched you, just wishing you would notice the heart eyes he had for you. That he was giving you actively.

 “S-Satoru.” You choked out, voice breathy, “I want you to know that I really value us.” He nodded along, hanging off of every word that tumbled from your trembling lips. They were red, swollen, your face was moist from him licking you repeatedly. “It- it’s been a while since I’ve slept with someone. Naoya was super selfish, and it hurt so I just didn’t wanna anymore. He was big, which was really scary. And you’re big- Ugh.” You put your face in your hands as you shifted your knees to touch them against his own. “I’m so sorry, I know I shouldn’t be talking about that when we’re about to…”

 He stopped you then, taking your hands into his own. “Babe, you think that would make me insecure?” He gestured to himself, flatted his lips and lifted his eyebrows as if to say have you seen me? “Besides,” he pointed to below his belt, “do you even know what I’ve got goin’ on down here? I promise, talkin’ ‘bout that guy won’t do nothin’ to me. He ain’t got nothin’ on me.” His confidence perked you up, and a few hesitant giggles left your tense lips. He rubbed your thighs again, hoping to comfort you. And the tension gave way, you leaned against his chest again. “Wanna stop for today?” You shook your head, and clenched your fists into his shirt.

 “I think you just have to take your time to prepare me and whatnot. To put it bluntly, I don’t take big dick well. And you clearly have a big one.” You mumbled, peaking your head up to gauge his reaction. His brows furrowed in response and your heart sank. “If it’s too much you don’t have t-”

 “Why wouldn’t I prepare you?” He sounded genuinely confused, almost offended that you thought he’d just do whatever he pleased. Like your comfortability and pleasure wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. Your heart stuttered once again, and you owlishly blinked up at him. “Gonna make you feel good.” He said, nudging your nose with his own. “Though, you’re gonna hafta guide me. Since I’m a first-timer ‘n all.” You pushed him back then, your jaw gaping at his statement. First-timer?

 “You fuckin’ liar!” You slapped his chest, laughing not believing him for a second. Classic Gojo pulling out some jokes to lighten the mood. He stood firm though, his grin seeming a little too sincere. “Wait, you’re jokin’ right?” You asked, placing your hands flat against his chest as you stared up at him. He shook his head, melting at how beautiful you were.

 “You’re so beautiful.” The words tumbled from his mouth, but you could barely process his compliment as you were stuck on the devastating (yet exciting) revelation. Wait, exciting? How old were you again?

 “B-but that kiss, and all those dates I’ve set you up with.”

 “That was technically the second time I’ve kissed someone.” He held a contemplative look, and rubbed his jaw. “How many kisses do ya think that was? Prolly like, a thousand right?” You beat your fist bluntly against his chest.

 “Oh my God, Satoru! What the hell? You have no experience?” You weren’t disappointed, you just felt a little betrayed. You thought all this time he was just a private person, which you could respect. Turns out he was a fair maiden, and you were about to ravage him like he was some slutty womanizer. 

 “Not a lick of it.” His lopsided grin caused the corners of your eyes to crinkle. “Wanna pop m’ cherry?”

 “What, for real? You’re okay with that?” He squeezed his eyes in response, his self control beginning to finally wither away. Fuck it. It’s go time.

 “You’re such an airhead sometimes, fuckin’ duh I want you. Duh I’m okay with it. I’ve wanted you for, like, ever now.” He squeezed you against himself, his affection finally boiling over, and you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him.

 “You mean it. Really? You want me?” You asked, it was muffled against his sweater. Your hair snagged his necklace. He was getting hot, he needed that heavy thing off. He reached for the hem of it, beginning to pull it off, but you stopped him. “Lemme.” You threw your leg over him, and reached for the bottom yourself. You grinded yourself down on his straining bulge and pulled the garment up and off. It felt good to not be the only topless one.

 “I want you. I need you.” He pleaded, gazing up at you as you held yourself over him. Your knees held you up, your soft hands cupped his face, fresh black manicure scratched at his chin. You brought your own face down, just to nudge your nose against him.

 “Open, then.” And he did, without a second to spare and you let your own string of saliva slowly dribble down into his mouth. He stuck his tongue out, and held you closer to himself, tucking his chin between your breasts as you continued to drool for him. You brought his face up, kissed the corner of his lips, and then trailed down the side of his face. Then down his neck. Small love marks were left in your wake, the trail getting darker and deeper with your intensifying excitement. He held you in place with one arm while he lifted himself up a little to take his pants off. He was wearing briefs that you’d gotten him for Valentine’s day that year. Sleek black ones with tiny white pin stripes that hugged him too well. And God damn it, he was indeed big. Bigger than you thought it’d be. The angry tip (and then some) poked out the bottom of his briefs. You sat yourself down, not caring about your weight or what he wanted at that moment. You were exhausted from holding yourself up, like you said, you’d been on your feet all day. He cooed, then flipped you both with ease so that you could lay down. Your body relaxed and you smiled up at him gratefully.

 His hands rubbed down your sides again, you opened your legs so he could slot himself between them. The bed creaked, the comforter had you sinking into it. You looked otherworldly, angelic, he wanted to kiss you gently. He grabbed your ankle again, kissed where the anklet  was, and rubbed his big hands down your thighs. He stopped right when he’d reach the peak of your inner thigh, just as your breath would hitch when he’d graze a sensitive area before he drew back just to do it again.

 “How was work, sweet girl?” He asked, you took your time to answer. Reveling in the sensation of his massage again, so happy that he was working your tension away.

 “Lots of kids, lots of papers, lots of crayon masterpieces. It was a good, but long day.” You smiled fondly, thinking of your own elementary students. You’d been teaching as long as he had, at a public school close to your home. You enjoyed the shorter hours, and it was surprisingly active. “Parent-teacher night is this week, I’ve been preparing for it.” You explained, reaching out to rub his arms. Your touch burned him, he really wanted more. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out, he was thankful that he didn’t cum in his pants earlier. Although it was a close call. “You?” Your gaze found his, a soft smile spread across your features.

 He leaned in to kiss you, flattening your legs against your sides. You didn’t know you were that flexible as he bent them back to hold your bottom half a little more raised. You moaned, tangling your hands in his hair, you’d missed this feeling during the short break. Even if it’d only been a few minutes. He pulled back, “Boring, my kids are great though.” You hummed, petting his head while he marked up your neck. His biting and licking tickled and tingled, you wrapped your legs high on his back.

 “Satoru, touch me.” it was meant to come out as a question, but it was more demanding. You’d never been good at asking for things, which is why he just got you everything you wanted, anything you needed. This would be no different. While he wanted to taste your essence so badly, he didn’t want to leave your mouth. He loved your lips, so he brought his fingers to them. You coated them in a thick layer of spittle, then reached to pull your panties to the side yourself. 

 “Gonna put these in.” He said, starting off with one finger. It was already soaking down there, he didn’t need your spit at all. He was being considerate because you said it’d been a while, but this just further frustrated you.

 “Can I have both,” Your panting against his mouth spurred him on, you gave him short kisses. After a short pause you added, “please?” He obliged, working them inside you. They were long, incredibly so. Was everything about him extreme? You needed to see his aching dick, you were so curious about how big he was underneath those restricting undergarments.

 “So sweet for asking, my sweet girl.” He praised, licking your mouth and then your face again. You moaned out loud, not wanting this to end. You felt like an animal, he was practically caging you in, his body weight heavy but grounding. Your hair was wild spread out on his bed, your skin glistening with the beginnings of perspiration. A gentle flush overtook your complexion. The marks all over your neck would be tomorrow's problem, and he’d get you whatever you needed to cover them up. He just had to leave them, the beautiful pink and purple marks made his heart twitch in sync with his swollen phallus. He caged one muscular arm on the left side of your head, just so he could put more weight on you as his hand worked you harder. You were belting out sweet noises. He needed to hear more. If you moaned, he moaned. Feeling just as much as you were, kissing you and whining like he was buried deep inside already.

 “S-Satoru. M’ gonna.” You scratched at his back, “ah, cum! M’gonna cum!” You cried out, arching as much as you could, he only drilled into you harder. Rocking your body with his, almost like it was his hips making you feel this good. He curled his fingers, searching for that spongy spot he read about. When he found it, your pretty eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open in that of ecstasy. 

 “You wanna cum, baby?” He asked, leaned back finally to watch you come undone. You were wet, teary eyed, marked up. The bruises were so beautiful. He stuck the fingers that weren’t inside of you, into your open mouth. You didn’t hesitate to eagerly suck them, the vibrations from your constant moaning obscene. “Fuck, I wanna put it in.” You clamped down, and lifted yourself up as you came hard around his thick fingers. His pounding didn’t stop, it was almost too much. “Think I can make ya squirt?”

 “I can’t do that-” you moaned in surprise as he spread your legs apart, so wide it aches. He sat back on his haunches, just so he could do you deeper with his fingers, harder, all while he rubbed your clitoris too. “W-wait, not at the same time. It feels funny.”

 “Fuck yeah, I bet it does. Imma make you squirt.” He grinned, eyes widening as you writhed under him. He was practically glowing. Your tits bounced, he wanted them in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of this. “Yer pretty, so pretty. My pretty girl.” He leaned down to kiss you again, then kiss your breasts, and finally took a perky nipple into his mouth.

 “Ngh..” you mewled, the gentle rocking from your hips turned frantic. “Gonna cum again, it’s gonna be big. M’ gonna cum all over you.” You babbled, just shy from sobbing when it raked through you again. The bastard had done it, you squirted all over his torso. His eyes were blown wide, a few spurts sprayed his face. His tongue poked out, eager to taste what you gave him.

 “Imma lick it, you cool with that?” He asked, hauling your bottom half up and crinkling your position, you were weightless in his presence, practically a doll for him. You didn’t fight it, moved how he wanted. You nodded.

 “Jus’ a little, wan’ yer dick.” You said, reaching both your hands up to caress his face. He wanted to cry. He was probably already crying. God you were amazing.

 “Love you.” He kissed your knee. “Gonna make you love me.” He kissed the hot nub, the sensitive thing made your whole pussy twitch. It was pretty. “So pretty, so wet. Love you.” He kissed it again, “love you.” He licked it then, taking in whatever juices he could.

 “You- you what?” You asked, covering your face is embarrassment. There were obscene noises coming from below, a wet squelching you had never heard nor experienced before.

 “Love you so bad. Forever, loved you forever. ‘M yers.” His confession against your weeping flower made you clench around nothing, so he plugged it with his tongue.

 “That’s ‘nuff, put it in Satoru.” You pleaded, tugging his head back by the base of his hair and he moaned at that. Your voice was garbled, hoarsely strained from your tense position. Your arousal glittered across his mouth, while drool continued to slip past his puffy rose-tinted lips.

 “Yeah, I’ll put it in.” He placed you down, the strain on your back easing up. You sighed in relief, finally. “Gotta grab a rubber.” You shook your head and stopped him before he could reach into his night stand.

 “Satoru, you love me?” He nodded eagerly, unsure about where you were going with this. “You’re a virgin?” He once again nodded. “Then do me just like this, I trust you. I’ve never felt it before.” His mind blanked, and for the first time in his life he didn’t know what to say. Ocean eyes hesitantly searched your own for a joke. Haha, very funny. You were dead serious. “Mean it, wanna feel you all the way. Gimme it all, love you too.” 

  It was hilarious, you’d just broken up with your boyfriend of some months only a few hours prior. Because he demanded raw sex, all so at the end of the day he could get it without even asking. He grabbed his member, the blushing fat tip tapped against your entrance, “I’m gonna fuck the hell outta ya.” He tapped it some more. “Lemme in.~” his sing-song voice eased your nerves, tapping it harder just to mess with you. “‘Scuse me miss, I’ve gotta’ package here for you. Would you mind signin’?” You slapped his torso, frustrated that he was playing with you. He couldn’t take shit seriously. 

 In reality he was freaking out that you loved him back, that he was about to feel your heat with nothing between you both, that this was the first time you’d be having sex without protection. His first time period was going to be with you, wholly and completely.This only caused his metaphorical tail to wag harder. He was trying very hard not to start actively crying. He pushed his tip in, moaning loudly as he sunk in deeper. “Oh shit.” His breathing was heavy, and he tried to keep his eyes open. Tried to paint your steady writhing deep within his memories.

 He held your thigh, bracing himself with his other hand against the creaking dark oak of his headboard. He rocked in further, hissing and moaning as he did so. His pink face further blushed, his eyes watered as the feeling overwhelmed him. A sheen of sweat glistened over his body, and goosebumps broke out. Good thing you came that night already because, “‘M not gonna last long.” He groaned.

 You moaned with him, pushing down on him. It was incredibly wet, incredibly stretched out, and it was the best dick you’d ever felt in your life. You’d not been able to take a big dick fully before, but you’d die before you let Satoru go uncovered and unsatisfied. You’d take it all, you were determined. You pushed your hips down, wanted to feel him in your stomach. Never having been so excited for a dick, never felt the sensations of thick veins. His foreskin added to the sensation, and it was true what all of your sexually adventurous friends told you. Uncut dick was truly the best. And raw on top of it? Never in your life did you think you’d see the day. You moaned endlessly, it was beautiful. His new favorite song, he was half tempted to record it. Actually…

 “Hey, ya mind if I take a video?” He asked, stopping his movements. You stared up at his glowing body, his wide eyes, his pussy drunk expression. You looked over, searching for your phone and handed it to him, then smiled.

 “Whatever you want, sweet boy.” He mushed his pelvis against yours, moaning loudly at your pet name. He didn’t bother recording as he held himself as deep as he could go, and swiveled his hips in place. You were seeing stars. “Oh shit..! Oh fuck!” Your cries were truly music to his ears, you did it! You took it all, you wanted to feel elated and proud of yourself but his cockwas just so good you couldn’t think of anything but the sensation.

 He drew his hips back, just until the very tip was kissing your entrance, lovingly. He opened your phone (the password was his birthday) and turned the camera on. It was focused on where you would meet, and as he recorded, he sunk right back in. A satisfied sigh left both of your mouths, along with your moans in sync. 

 “Jus’ like that.” You whined, your encouragement was enough to make his hips stutter. “You’re so good, the best. Feel so good, fuck baby.” Your words only fueled his fire. He was determined to drill into you until you were creaming all over him. Just this time on his achingly hard penis. Which by the looks of it, as he gazed down at where he was pounding, you were already all milk. Gushing around him, god he couldn’t wait to feel you cum on him. 

 He put the phone down for a second, not turning it off. Instead, he hesitantly went to flip you around. He really wanted to squeeze your plump ass. It was round, fat, he’d always wanted to touch it. “Can I…” you didn’t let him finish his sentence, rather you moved yourself around and arched your back for him. Your plump behind fully on display, your panties making his already fully hard member twitch. He was inside that, and now he gets backshots. He really was God’s favorite. “Fuck.” He aligned himself, pushing in and you hissed at the stretch. The angle had you instantly drooling, your face flattened into his pillow. The feeling was overwhelming, his scent overtook you along with the musk of your activities.  “It’s so slippery, so tight.”

 You were smearing your dark makeup all over his white pillowcase. The sight drove him wild, his hand reached for your phone and focused on where you were connected again. He drew his hips back, just to snap them inwards. It winded you, knocking you further over. He pushed out and back in with the same force again, every so often he’d grind himself flush against you just to kiss your fat lips better and ease up on his rough treatment. You’d be bruised later, which would suck. But you knew he’d take care of you. On a particularly hard thrust, you hit your head into his headboard.

 “Oof!” You exclaimed, not really paying attention to what happened, but acknowledging that it did. You were too engrossed in his swollen dick making sweet love to your dripping pussy.

 “Oh shit.” he stopped his ministrations, and discarded your phone. Not realizing that you’d been making your way up the bed. “I’m sorry, pretty girl.” He turned you around, and rubbed your sore spot. You lazily and stupidly smiled up at him, and shook your head as if to say it’s alright. You didn’t really have a voice anymore, and even if you did, you were too tired to use it. You reached down for him, and aligned him once again. You needed his angry cock, needed it to break you in. Kiss your cervix. Make out with your pussy lips. You loved kissing him in any way you could. With that thought in mind, you made hands to grab his face. And pushed his lips against yours, haggard moans tumbling. He sunk back in, this time he held it there for you to adjust.

 The sun was setting, it cast his room into a more sensual light. He forgot to shut his billowing black curtains, so it was fortunate that his room was in the back and his yard had high privacy fencing. As your skin was dyed in yellow, pink, and red, he held you there. Kissing you languidly, whispering sweet nothings against your exhausted lips. This fucker said he wouldn’t last long. You didn’t sweat the small stuff, and instead wrapped your legs around his waist as he warmed his cock. The heels of your feet dug into him, pulled him flush against you. He did that thing where he swiveled his hips and it had you almost cumming all over him.

 “Oh, Satoru. Yes!” You mewled, suddenly finding your voice, rocking so that his pelvis rubbed your clit. He could tell that you liked it, and needed that extra stimulation. He drew his hips back, tired of taking it slow. He was sure you’d be fine if he picked up the pace, he’d rub your clit as an apology.

 His hips began a rapid, desperate pace. He was panting like a dog, tongue hanging out. Your sweet area was so wet, when he looked down there was a thick white ring covering the base of his shaft. The room was silent, both of you too immersed in the feeling. It was broken by the squelching of your intense love making, and occasional deep moan or heavy intake of breath. His orgasm was quickly approaching, he really didn’t want to finish. Not yet. He felt like he was too quick, he knew he could do better.

 He pushed your thighs flush against the mattress and held himself on his toes so that he could drill in even deeper. Harder. More desperate, more intense. His panting was so loud, and you were beginning to moan again. He reached down to rub your clit, furiously as it stood up just as angry as his cock. It was watery, and as he drove in and out little spurts of your arousal escaped you. You were squirting on him again, albeit to a less degree but it was just as hot. You were close, that much he could tell by the higher pitch of your whines. There was a desperate knit of your brow, and you were squeezing him impossibly tight. Your body was tense, he just needed you to give him what he wanted and he’d follow.

 You opened your mouth, and stuck your tongue out. Begging him to get messy. Mess me up! Mess me up! Mess me up! You chanted in your foggy state, and he drooled in your mouth just like earlier. He leaned down, his hips smacking into you so hard it almost hurt. You stared into his eyes while he spit on you, spit on your mouth, in your mouth, bit your lips and tugged. You wrenched his head back, pulling his hair just to be a little mean. Just to see if he’d let you. Of course he did, and it damn near made him spill inside of you.

 “Ohhhh fuck.” He moaned, his sweat dripped down onto you. Your hands, fisted into his dusty white locks, smashed his head into you. Your mouths and teeth clashed. You bit him, and drew more blood. You slammed his face into you so hard, his nose began to bleed just a little. What a sight it was. It would definitely stain his bedding, but that was hardly a problem to him.

 The crimson painted his expression beautifully, the euphoria so evident that you just had to give him what he wanted. You smeared the blood dripping from his nose, swiped it to the side. Just to mess him up more, and finally as he bruisingly slammed into you with added fervor you let go.

 “Good girl, sweet girl.” You moaned, lifting your hips so he could use you to get off. He pulled you up and down his length as you continued to cum all over him. “Where do ya want it?”

 “Wan inside. Inside me. ‘M on the pill, don’t stop. Don’t pull out. Don’t leave.” You were begging, you were practically insane. Tears streamed down your face, and he finally spilled himself inside of you. His loud moan shook his whole body, he held himself flush against you, mashing his pelvis against your clit again just for more clear liquid to spray out of you. It was sensational, something he’d never felt before. He fucked it into you, his cum still dribbling out of his slit. He came so much, he didn’t think it would stop. As he drilled his load into you, it only further worked him up.

 “Wanna go one more time?”

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 You were laid on his chest, fast asleep. Exhaustion overtook you after the fourth round, his stamina surprised you, and frankly, it also terrified you. At one point you were sure you were going to die. He gazed down at you, you were cupping his chest with your face pressed against his right pectoral. You were smushed into him, cuddling as much of his muscular chest as you could. There was drool pooling, hair stuck to your forehead and in different directions everywhere else. Your face was flushed and sweaty, his poor dick was waking up at the sight. Was that concerning? Was he some sort of freak? Just as he was about to reach out and smooth your hair, his phone buzzed on the nightstand next to him. It was one of his coworkers, a long time friend of his, he was definitely supposed to be meeting them at that time. He cursed, and answered, trying not to wake you. His quiet voice filled the otherwise silent area.

 “Hello?” He wasn’t trying to whisper but he took extra care not to disturb your much deserved rest.

 “Satoru~ where ya at?” The lilt in his voice echoed outside of Gojo’s phone, the noise from the restaurant the rest of his friends were at could be heard as well. “Everyone else is here, it’s not like you to be late.”

 “Hey man,” he started, you whined as he tried to move away. He was scared they’d wake you, but instead he did when you began to lose his warmth. “Shh, go back to sleep.” He soothed you, your blinking tired eyes tried to focus on him. How long had you been out for? On the other end he could hear his friends murmuring, and he rolled his eyes.

 “Baby, who is it?” You asked, much too close to his phone but his heart eyes only doubled in size. You yawned, and pulled yourself over him. Your naked body warmed him up, only further exciting him. He had to calm down. As you made yourself comfortable on him, and kissed his neck you rested your head there, then he spoke.

 “It’s Suguru, sweet girl.” His low voice eased you, and your eyelids fluttered shut.

 “Tell him I said hi.” And just like that you fell back asleep, with your arms looped around his neck.

 “Oh, she says hi?”

 “She sure does, my girl is just the sweetest isn’t she?” Gojo mused, playing with your cheek as you snoozed on top of him.

 “Is that what you’ve been doing since you left? You were in such a hurry, no one could reach you.” Geto sounded amused, Gojo could practically hear the way he languidly twirled a piece of his silky hair around his finger. There was a pause, and Gojo assumed he took a swig of his drink. “I’ll leave ya to it, then. Bring her along next time, it’s been a while since we’ve all hung out.”

 “Heh, maybe.” Fat chance, he wanted to monopolize as much of your time as he could. The last thing he wanted was your other friends teasing you all night. They said their goodbyes, and Gojo threw his phone to the opposite side of his bed. He couldn’t believe that you were there, in his arms. Probably incredibly sore. His gaze lingered on the marks he left, feeling bad for being so rough with you. His teeth were clearly put to use that night.

 He again maneuvered himself from under you. You didn’t stir that time, instead you cuddled the fluffy pillow he replaced his body with. Maybe he should draw a bath for you. He quietly padded out of his room, thankful for the carpet masking his footsteps. He entered his bathroom, you’d already had some toiletries there. For when you’d stay the night. His mind raced, were you staying over? Were you guys official? Did he royally screw up a lifelong friendship because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants? The water drew, the bubbles rose. A sweet aroma filled the bathroom, he hoped he could make it up to you. He grimaced the more he thought about all the marks he had left on you. 

 There was movement behind him as the bubbles continued to rise, you'd woken up and set out of the room to find him. You sleepily leaned yourself against the doorway, his blue sweater from earlier hung off of your shoulders. He felt something twitch, below his belt, the marks all over you turning him on rather than making him feel bad. It was something about the sight of you in his clothes. He rose to his feet, and wiped his hand on a towel that hung from a bar next to his bathtub.

 “Hey, sweetheart. How ya feelin’?” He asked, padding his way towards you, he wanted to touch you. He held your shoulders, and squeezed them affectionately.

 “Where’s the ice cream?” You yawned and rubbed your eyes, the raspiness in your voice made his heart clench. He walked you over to the bath, and encouraged you to get in. In your half awake state you complied very easily, not caring for the shedding of your clothes and instead you soaked in the warmth of the water. It eased your sore muscles, and you sighed in contentment when you were fully seated.

 “Bath first, ‘kay?” You nodded, and reached out for him. You wanted him close, he knew you were needy but he was hardly on the romantic receiving end. You cuddled sure, watched movies, hugged, danced. But these more intimate moments were completely new.

 “C’mere, miss you.” You yawned again, slipping further into the bath. The suds overtook you, and when he finally slipped in himself, there was hardly any room to move around. You settled into his lap, leaning against him and let him do the work. He worked some shampoo into your hair, rinsed it himself. Lathered your body and scrubbed. You’d both showered prior to meeting up, so soaking in the bath after working up a sweat felt amazing. You felt a little dirty, knowing whatever you’d done was being washed away. He was taking such good care of you, you could almost ignore the growing problem under you.

 Almost.

 You shifted, your hazy eyes finally beginning to lose the fog. Your wet lashes blinked up at him, his own eyes widened as you brought him into a sweet kiss. It lacked heat, but curried so much affection. It was lazy, you lapped at his bottom lip just because you felt like it.

 “Love you.” You repeated, was this what it was like to be on the receiving end of your adoration? He tried to rack his brain, tried to find any indication that you’d felt like this about him in the past. Sure you’d looked at him a little too long, held his gaze when you were alone. Your physical affection sometimes felt just a little too intimate. 

 You’d invited him over a while back, short shorts resting at just above the bottom of your ass. Tank top low, lacy black bra peaked out just a bit. He’d kept his hands inside of his pockets, patting himself on the back for wearing thick jeans and an oversized hoodie. He felt the air, it was different, but he couldn’t tell if you were making a move on him. Your sweet smile as you rushed him into your apartment, and practically threw him onto the black futon style couch just to plop yourself over him. You’d whined about your day, snuggled his neck. 

 On other occasions you’d asked to dance with him, he was the only one you’d ever invite out to a goth club. He nursed your drink when you were away, kept away any potential problems. You’d squeeze his hands when you’d finally started to dance with him, your body swayed with him so sensually. One night, your arms moved in the air, your hips swished in tune with Depeche Mode. You were in very tall, thigh high Demonia’s. The little black skirt, it looked like a tulip, its sheer layers swayed with your every movement. Your tight black split hem top properly displayed a dangling belly ring. It was mesmerizing, the drinks, the music, the way you swayed, and holy shit you’d kissed that night too, he was just too drunk to remember. Outside of the dingey bathroom, it was too heated for friends and then it was lost in his memories. Were you in some sort of situationship that whole time, and he didn’t realize it?

 “Satoru?” Your sweet, hesitant voice pulled him from his thoughts and he lazily smiled down at you. The water swished as you moved to straddle him. “Wanna fool around a lil’ more?” He was going to ravage you, as much as you wanted, whenever you wanted.

 “Anythin’ for you, my sweet girl.” He kissed you then, your poor lips ached in protest. But you just had to feel him again, just had to remind yourself that he was yours. No one had treated you with such care, brushed your hair out of your face, soothed your aches and pains. He’d treated you so well for so long, would now be a good time to act a little spoiled? You’d been good all this time.

 “Put it in, can’t wait.” You begged, the water swished with your desperation, and splashed out the sides. You reached below, eager to ease him inside. He prodded your entrance once again, pushing in and the stretch stung all over again. You’d think your pussy would be numb, but she was even more desperate than you were. She sucked him up greedily, allowed him full access all the way to the back. Your sensitive cervix missed him, and kissed him eagerly. “Ngh.” Your shaky moan was snatched from your lips, because he held you close then. Wrapped his big arms around you and pulled you flush against him. The smooth expanse of his skin blinded you, his deep eyes hypnotized you. He sucked on your tongue, and rocked upward.

 The water splashed with each move of your hips, a constant push and pull from the both of you. You wrapped your hands around his head, nipped his ear, nibbled his jaw. He was in a bad state already, and god was he so loud.

 “Ah, shit. Mmm, fuck. Yes. Take it.” He never fully left your heat, and the longer you both danced in the water, the colder it got. A shiver raked through you, and you tried to pull him closer. You hoped for more warmth, but the further he slipped into you the colder your body felt inside of the water. He abruptly stood when he noticed the puffy bumps start to line your skin, careful to not drop you chuckling a small, “Upsy-Daisy.” 

 The gruff movement scared you, and you instantly held him tighter so as to not fall. “Bed?” He asked, walking while still sheathed inside of you. You couldn’t respond, the air was thoroughly forced from your lungs with each step he took. It felt too amazing, he had to hold you against the outside wall and go at it a little harder. Your nails scraped his back as he held you against the cold wall just outside of his room, drilling into you with so much force that it knocked your head into it. What was wrong with him, he just kept hurting you. “Aweee, I’m sorry pretty girl, lemme move.” You cut him off with a desperate shake, and pulled him in for a big kiss. You swallowed his noises just like he did to you, drank his saliva, and god did you bite his lips again. He loved that, loved how good it hurt.

 “Stay right here, fuck me proper!” You begged, and he hoisted you up to better support you. You bounced down to the best of your abilities, even as exhaustion showed clearly in your muscles and on your face. You couldn’t stop, the feeling of his velvet rod almost fully leaving just to forcefully enter you again was too good. Your lips were fluttering around him, your arousal dripped down his hefty balls and onto the floor below you. The heavy smack of your ass coming down and his balls meeting it sounded so lovely. Why hadn’t you done this before? 

 “Yer gonna drive me insane, love you so much.” A picture frame, one of you at his college graduation hugging his side so tenderly, shook as you were pounded against the wall. You glanced down, just to watch him disappear inside of you. You felt tears spring up and blur your vision.

 “Am I yours?” You asked, and he frantically nodded. “You’re mine?” You nodded even harder, moaning loudly when you squeezed around him. He was on the verge of dumping his load inside of you, there was no way he was going to be able to pull out.

 “Can I cum inside again?”

 “As much as you want.” He finally began to move you from the wall, thankful he had his own place because neither of you could stop the growing volume and raised pitch in your voices. He laid you on the edge of his big bed, you sunk into his blankets again. Even more beautiful now that you were dyed in his color. Your legs rested on his shoulders, that precious anklet jingled with his rough movements. The necklace you gave him dangled above you, and you’d tug on it every now and again. Your toes curled, you were so close. As you felt the dam break, his own orgasm washed over himself. He stilled inside, hot cum painting your insides once again. “My pussy missed you.” You panted into his blanket with your face hung to the side, and he came again instantly. It dribbled outside of you, slipped down your ass, pooled onto his bed. 

 “Missed your pussy baby.” He leaned down to kiss you, one more time before pulling out. His hot dick popped out of you and hung heavily as it weeped with further release. He pushed in again, just to tease you and plug whatever he could back inside. Your pussy was red, raw, sore, but it was delicious and despite not having any dinner you were so full. You laid there, the bath you’d taken now meaningless. But it didn’t matter, not when he sprang to get a warm wet towel and wipe you clean. He kissed the marks he left, patted your hair. He presented you with an ice cold water, and you accepted gratefully.

 “Do you really love me, or just my pussy?” You asked, after what felt like an eternity of silence. You were just dying to know if it was all pillow talk, and if it was you couldn’t even be that mad about it because it was the best you’d ever received. He rolled his eyes, and pinched your reddened cheeks.

 “I’m not lettin’ you go. I’m like, super crazy ‘bout ya’.” He threw another shirt your way, so you could just lay in bed comfortably. You looked around finally as your head cleared up. Memories of you spread throughout his room  that were more glaringly obvious than before. He had a picture of only you framed on his nightstand for Christ’s sake. You were smiling widely at a fish you’d caught on your first camping trip together. 

 “You promise?” You were timid, more scared than he’d ever seen you. “I don’t wanna lose you Satoru.”

 “You won’t.” He sounded so firm, so sure. 

 As the minutes ticked by, the sun fully set now and the gentle sound of crickets outside of his open window filled the room, you rolled onto your side to face him. You were pouting, and his wolfish grin spread wide across his face.

 “So,” you started, “about that movie and ice cream.”

[mikeypubes]

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♡ [ Request by @brieftravelerbeard ] ♡

[ Note: Thanks so much for the request! You had me jumping up and down with joy when I saw it 😭 I hope it's to your liking 🫶 ]

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SFW

For starters, he is unfortunately perfect.

He's gentle with you, kind (to a degree), understanding, responsible, and he tries his best to make sure you're fully content and comfortable.

Say you're with him in Las Noches, you're gonna have access to the absolute finest food and clothes they have.

He's incredibly patient with you, and any negative behavior from your end will almost never irritate him.

He also shows a lot of affection in various ways, such as getting you all the shit you need and more.

His love language is gift giving. He's always giving you stuff.

He's also good with physical affection, and although he won't initiate a lot of it, he'll accept it most of the time.

He presses gentle yet teasing kisses to your lips, caresses your cheek, pulls you in close to his chest and looks at you intensely.

Although 9 times outta 10, he'd be a yandere (it's just in his personality), I feel like if you guys are super close and he truly trusts you, he might be easier on you than say a hostage he had (like Orihime) or some girl he wants for his benefits.

If you're a hostage he fell for, he'd try whatever ways possible to make sure you're completely his, but he'd be manipulative about it.

I don't think he'd be open about his intentions with someone he's interested romantically in because who the fuck would fall in love with someone who's all "yeah im manipulating you you dumb bitch" (spoiler alert: me ✌️).

He'd make sure whichever family members or friends you have will slowly leave you alone and broken, so that the only person you can return to is him.

He'd also make sure to have this level of "dominance" over you

Like he wants you to understand that you guys aren't on the same level, therefore, you have to abide by his orders and his will or else he'll take measures that aren't in your favor (and no I don't mean he'll "punish 😈🖤" you)

He tells you not to be afraid of him (because that totally does wonders) a lot.

Let's not lie to ourselves, he knows he's hot as shit and you better bet he uses that a LOT.

He's not above using seduction to get to you (and ofc it works 🙄).

He really values intimacy and privacy.

He'll be so incredibly romantic with you in private, like he'll have everything set up and take his time to have deep conversations with you, tell you about his goals, he'll try to understand you better.

He'd drink wine with you and have you wear something he got for you (use your imagination here 😁)

He would low-key call you "dear" or "honey" if you guys have been in a relationship for a while (but he won't call you baby or doll eugh).

He doesn't get jealous, like, at all. He gets cautious yeah, like if Gin was pulling some bullshit like he always is, but not jealous or insecure.

He would make you jealous on purpose I'm sorry.

He'd find it SO amusing to toy with you and make you feel a wide range of emotions.

Like one day, he'd flirt with his ugly minion girls and piss you off, then he'll shower you with attention and love, then he'll say something cruel and make you cry.

He loves seeing your expressions and how vulnerable you are.

It serves him a ton of satisfaction seeing that you're so dependent on him.

NSFW

I feel like it wouldn't take long for you guys to finally do it, since half of the relationship is coated with sexual tension anyway.

Again, very gentle.

Unbearably slow. You can cry and beg but he'll keep going at the exact same pace.

Enjoys pushing you to your limits and overstimulating you.

I don't think it'd be any bigger than 8 inches. I've seen some people go on about 9 or 10, like guys he's not a fucking meter stick (not to mention, nobody's cooch is big enough to take allat in).

Hates quickies because he loves to drag it on.

Ton of foreplay (probably for an hour minimum) and fingering.

His aftercare is amazing, though.

You'll always wake up to find yourself totally clean, in new clothes, and if he's still by your side in the morning (very rare occurrence), you'll be laying your head on his chest.

He loves holding your waist close to him.

(He probably likes your breasts the most)

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

NOW IM CURIOUS do you have a theory as to what happened to suo’s eye?? i’ve seen a few suggesting he’s a victim of human trafficking, was sold into slavery by his abusing/powerful parents, etc. i’m still not sure what i think happened 🥲

hmmmmmmmm ok so lemme be so frank here im still rlly new to the wbk fandom so im still no so familiar with the theories and inside jokes n allat so bear with me here ok

the human trafficking and slavery thing is actually really interesting because there are a lot of things about suo that stood out like a burning red flag to me while i was reading the manga. if you didn't know this, i'm chinese and i know a lot about chinese culture and i speak mandarin fluently. in chinese, suo can be written as 锁, which means lock. wbk has a lot of characters whose names represent them (ie; sakura - cherry blossoms are often representative of sakura in manga panels, endo - it can mean fire and it describes how he talks about takiishi like a "burning inferno"), and suo's meaning lock in chinese and him being fond of chinese culture and items is really interesting, because a lock holds something down or keeps it away.

and i know that there is a kanji (japanese writing) for his name, but this is interesting as well. the 2 kanji that make up "suo" mean "revive, resurrection" and "raft, wood". revive or resurrection almost means to be reborn in a way, or to live a whole new life or to come back from the dead, perhaps hinting that suo has revived from a near death experience or the lowest point of his life. the raft and wood part could imply that he escaped whatever he was locked to (likely trafficking) using some sort of raft. i also know that the letters combined means "sappan wood", which i just think is a reference to his character color because this is literally the color of sappan wood dye:

now let's get into the main part of this theory. we have heard time and time again that suo is fond of chinese items. his last name can be translated into "lock" in chinese. i've mentioned that he might've escaped from whatever he was locked to by some sort of raft. i'm going to talk about some heavy topics, so bear with me here. i believe that suo might have been born in china, got trafficked, then escaped to japan overseas using a raft with help, then changed the lettering of his last name. outlandish, i know. but i have evidence.

we know that suo doesn't move in his sleep from an official art by nii satoru. weird timing here, but in history, when african americans were on ships to be sold off to slavery, they were shackled to tight and compact spaces to sleep and eat. i'm so sorry if anyone is sensitive to these topics or thinks that talking about this stuff because of a manga is ridiculous, but since this is a theory, i had to bring it up. i'm sorry. but the slaves weren't allowed to move because there were so many people, and it would be too hot and too crowded if they moved around. plus, the shackles restrained most of their movement anyways. i suspect that suo might've been in a similar situation and just developed a habit of not moving around in his sleep.

i'd also like to mention that human trafficking is, unfortunately, still a heavy problem in china. north korean escapees--especially women--will nearly always require the help of a smuggler, who is a man (who, in this specific scenario, is chinese) who will smuggle them into china but sell them to human traffickers. i doubt that this is the case with suo, but i think it's still an important topic to bring up when we're making a theory about a character who could potentially have been trafficked.

now here's some more. here is a map of east asia.

as you can see, there are definitely ways to get to china to japan by boat. i don't think suo could have ever rafted here alone; i don't think some random kid would have been able to register himself an id or anything either. suo is 15 currently in the story, and we know that he's been in japan long enough to make a name for himself. and in case you're pointing out "but his first name is japanese!", people can legally change their first names.

the reason why no one knows who he actually defeated in middle school, if this theory is true (which is highly unlikely), is because he was middle school age, but not actually in middle school when he defeated them. maybe he was still in china at the time. idk.

so short answer: yes, he was human trafficked, and there was some sort of scar left behind. sorry i had a whole yap session, i kind of looked into the og mentioned theory because i'd never heard this theory before, but i ended up getting invested and made my own😭

[littlemissferret]

CHRONICLES OF HOUSECATS [ part 1 , part 2 ]

sypnosis: you finally manage an uninterrupted date with isagi

no prns used (reader). established relationship with (loser bf) isagi. 2.2k wc. cw: nothing(?). made them a lot tamer for this (less chaos). kaiser & ness still cats ofc.

Do you remember the feeling of awkward cringe, when you watch third-rate actors on screen put on an act so atrociously bad? The kind of feeling that forces your skin to crawl- a chill sent down your spine while simultaneously warm blood rushes to your face from second hand embarrassment?

“MEOWWWW MRREOWWWWWWWWW”

Yeah, you’re feeling a whole hell of that right now. God, he’s so embarrassing…

You pinch the bridge of your nose, breathing in much needed fresh air to cool down the horrendous headache your darling housecats are causing you right now.

“Enough, Mihya. I told you to save your little theatrics for the talent shows.” You lift up the blue cat carrier to chastise him.

Michael bats his eyes, staring up at you with the eyes of a pitiful, heartbroken widow.

“You’re not fooling anyone with that,” You deadpan at his attempt to win you over. “C’mon, it’s just a spa. You love getting pampered, don’t you? Well, they’re gonna give you lotsss of love and attention there.”

He furthers his meowing and whining at you, pretending he didn’t hear allat. Determined to not drop his act anytime soon.

Isagi walks next to you, this sweet boy has been trying to hold your hands when you were busy arguing with your rebellious cat.

He finally manages to grab onto your hand, a smile blossoming onto his face as he internally celebrates his success.

“Um, will it really be okay for us to just leave them at the spa?” He eyes the magenta cat carrier in his other hand. “I mean, we can do this another time.. It’s not that much of a hassle, really.”

You intertwine your fingers with his, and start swinging your held hands. “It’s fine. Really!” You turn to him with a smile, “I bring them to the spa every two to three months anyway. Mihya usually loves it! He’s just being whiny for attention right now.”

Ignoring the blond cat’s yowls of protests, you continue, “Besides, I’m looking forward to this date with you-” You glance down at the blue carrier, “-without them interrupting this time.”

On your previous romantic dates with Isagi, the two cats had stalked and caught up with you both. Causing a scene every single time, thanks to Michael’s dramatics and Alexis’ surprising animosity towards your sweet boyfriend.

You swear Alexis is usually a good, well-mannered kitty. He never had any problems with strangers. Maybe he just doesn’t like Yoichi’s smell? You oughta talk to him about showing up right after practice in his stinky sweat drenched jersey.

You hum, stepping into the doors of ‘Magic Whiskers Pet Spa & Hotel’. The bell chimes, alerting the workers and other pets in the building of your arrival.

It doesn’t take long until the old manager walks up to greet you. “Hello there, dearie! Michael and Alexis back for their appointment?”

“Hi, gramps. And yeah, the usual, thank you.” Placing the cat carriers onto the counter, you open the locks for them.

Michael huffs, strutting out and stretching his legs, then immediately basks in the old man’s praises at his big boy stretch.

Little bastard giving you the silent treatment.

Alexis walks up to you the moment he’s let out of the cage. Purring as he rubs his head at your waist. Finally, he thinks. Normally he’s comfortable with his carrier but god when Isagi is the one handling him does it make the experience a hundred times less enjoyable.

Oh well, at least he’s in his second favourite place now. Being in the magic themed store slash spa makes him the happiest feline alive.

Great memories were created here in this magical place, after all.

“Good boy, ‘Lexis. You watch over Michael for me, yeah? He’s being a petty prick.” You whisper to the cat. “I’ll stock up on your favourite kibbles when I come back later.”

You scratch at the spot behind his little flicky ears, sinking in his purrs as you stare at Michael’s overgrown blond fur.

“Hmm. You know what, old man? I think you can try something new with them this time.”

The cats stare up at you curiously and the manager only gives you a warm smile.

“I thought you’d never ask. Leave them to me!”

—

“Ahh, some peace and quiet..” You sigh in bliss as you hook your arm with Isagi. You’re both now walking leisurely on the sidewalk. “Soo, what’s the plan, Yoichi?”

Isagi blushes when you turn to look at him, “Ah, right.” He fumbles with his jacket, “Well, I didn’t plan an itinerary or anything. But..”

He lists off the places you both can visit together, rambling off. Occasionally stuttering and tripping over his own feet.

You admire his side profile as he continues his meandering. He’s such a cutie, still so awkward and shy this far into the relationship.

You wonder if you’d get to more sides of him as you both continue to spend more time together.

“-so i think it’s really worth a visit too. You wanna go?”

His dorky smile paired with a soft blush on the apple of his cheeks. How could anyone say no to that?

You’d go anywhere this man brings you to.

“Sure. Anything for you, pretty boy.”

—

The faint smell of clay envelopes the both of you as you step foot into the pottery studio.

“Hello, we booked a session under the name Isagi Yoichi.” You glance around the cozy studio, admiring the array of works displayed. The muted colours of each piece of art blend well in the modernly designed room, adding a spark of personality to the mundane aesthetic.

“Yes, of course. Over here, please.” The receptionist brings you two to your designated workshop.

You place a thumb to your chin as you stare at the unpainted pottery in front of you. You never really had any plans to paint on some clay. Now that you think about it, you jumped at any idea Isagi had suggested- and pottery painting just happened to sound the most romantic to your dear Yoichi right now.

Oh, well. Now that you’re here with him, might as well show-off whatever amount of talent you have for painting.

Yoichi’s hand finds yours, before he quickly releases it to wipe off the sweat that has collected onto his palm.

“Sorry! I- It’s too hot in here, aha..”

Help this poor guy. So many dates into the relationship and he can hardly tell if you’re as excited as he is. Is your heart beating as quick as his right now? Do you feel the immense urge to hold him the same way he wants to hold you?

You choose to reach out for him, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Are you nervous about pottery painting? I’m sure you’ll do great, ‘Ichi.”

Ah, that’s not.. Yoichi sweatdrops. You have trouble reading him too, it seems. At least now he feels better about being unable to read you.

A talent to be reckoned with, really. How you both have been with each other for years and still stuck in the awkward guessing stage whenever you go out together.

But weakass communication skills aside...

Uh oh. What if you think of him as a loser, one that is jittery at the notion of.. painting?

No way! He’ll save this, he thinks. Right, he was good at arts and crafts back when he was in school. He can woo you with his crazy painting skills!

With newfound confidence, Isagi picks up an unpainted mug. A blank canvas- for him to turn into one of his creative works, and sweep you off your feet. He picks up a brush, brainstorming ideas of what he can paint onto the mug.

You browse the options, settling on matching mugs with Yoichi’s. Sitting by his side, you dip your brush into the paint of your choice, and start to draw strokes of what you have in mind onto the delicate surface of the mug.

“Has your season come to an end? You’ve been more free lately,” You ask, just to start a conversation. “As in, you’ve been coming over a lot more.”

Isagi’s mouth forms an ‘o’, “Right. Yeah, it's my off-season right now.” He pauses to think, “I’ll be free until next month, I guess.”

You hum at his answer, “You still practice a lot, even on your holidays.”

“Ah, well. That’s just..” He blushes, feeling a bit shy that you’ve noticed his passionate attitude towards football.

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” You laugh at his embarrassment, “You love football. That much I know of.”

Isagi feels his heart flutter at that. God, you remind him of how much he loves you every time without fail. Doing so much to him while you haven’t even started on pampering him with kisses and sweet words.

He swears you’re perfect- just for him. You fit perfectly, providing all kinds of comfort and support that he never knew he needed. All on your own accord.

You love, care and recognize his dreams. What more could a man ask for?

The world's best lover for the world's best striker. (an overkill but he's delulu like that)

He swallows hard, wanting to let all the bottled up giddy feelings burst out and embrace you. He wants to make sure you know how much he loves and appreciates you.

Maybe he’s not the best with words. The peak of his creativity with verbal finesse is really just spitting flame on the field- something that he secretly hopes you’ll never get to witness.

Most he can do now is to paint what he loves the most- you, and his football of course, onto the mug.

With each delicate stroke of his brush, he carefully fills in the colours with love. Painting a simplified version of your general features, he then adds the football next to you. Ending the piece by tracing a giant frame of heart around both you and the ball.

He checks his work, scanning for any small mistakes then carefully writes ‘World’s #1 Striker’ onto the free space next to his painting.

He smirks proudly at that.

You send him a side-eye then chuckle at his satisfied look, touching up on the details and colours of your own piece of art.

Seems like you both share very similar sentiments in your paintings. You opt to paint what you love the most- your cats, with your lovely boyfriend in between.

Instead of acting up on your ego like him, though, you settled on painting mini hearts to fill out the free space.

Give it a week, and your mugs will be delivered back to you. The previously plain ceramics painted over with a sheen of love, reflecting the experience you both created and the bond you’ve both strengthened over the date.

—

“Meow”

Alexis runs up to you the moment you enter the door. Eagerly pawing up at your legs.

You notice his faded magenta is re-dyed, and his usual pressed down fur is now more fluffed up. The natural caramel brown is now more contrasting with the bright magenta.

“Hi, ‘Lexis. Did you have a good time?” You pick him up and start to kiss him all over his now very soft and fluffy fur. “I missed you too, baby. You look so pretty. Do you feel pretty?”

The now fluffier (re-dyed) magenta cat basks in your attention, lapping his tongue at your chin while purring happily.

The old man walks up to you with Michael strutting along next to him.

“I’ve given this one a whole makeover,” He muses, “Alexis was the one who chose that colour for him.”

Michael glances up at you proudly with his pretty blue eyes- now matching with the new dye he wears on his blond fur: on the top of his ears and the ends of his tail. His fur is noticeably shorter, and a little choppy around his head, framing his usual fluffy face.

It makes him look so silly, to be honest. But he’s so satisfied with it, you decide to not comment on the choppy part.

You do, however, comment on his new dye job.

“What a beautiful shade of blue,” You coo at him, giving into his attempt at flaunting for compliments. “Look at you, my little emperor. So royal.” His fluffy tail stands up high, and wags in approval.

Returning your attention to the old manager, you teasingly ask, “Were they on their best behaviour, old man?”

He chuckles and nods at the two cats now staring at him, “Yup. They’re good alright. I’d say they deserve some new toys and some premium kibbles.”

You smile, satisfied hearing his response. “Well, I did promise to restock Alexis’ favourite kibble.” You pick Michael up along with Alexis, then place them on the seat of a trolley nearby.

Turning to your idle boyfriend (who has been nervously eyeing a certain magenta cat), you ask, “Could you help me get the premium kibbles, ‘Ichi? I’ll bring these two around for them to pick their new toys.”

Isagi smiles crookedly, “Sure, honey.” He tries to shrug off the way the blond cat is narrowing his eyes at him, but mostly at the ominous smile the magenta one is sending him. “Take your time.”

He’ll just have to find a way to counter the two jealous kitties soon.

© littlemissferret 2024 ✦ do not repost, translate or modify .

a barking cat video made me write allat

- im ngl i feel kinda shy writing lovey dovey romance, u can tell its really stiff - probably will resort back to chaos dumping or maybe will try to put myself out there

[swirlyyygal]

Beyond My Window

You can’t help but stare at him can you? I mean who wouldn’t. But will he stare back? Not with those damn tinted windows he won’t.

AU!Joel Miller x Neighbor!F!Reader

CW/TAGS: Joel is like 40’s-50’s, reader is early 20’s, no hair length/type mentioned, height diff (ur shorter), reader is in college, pining kinda?, Sarah and Ellie are mentioned but don’t play a major part, no y/n is used, a lot of pet names, SEXXX 🤤🤤🤤, ofc he puts his dih in, fingering, condom is on bc I’m not down with raw yet, dacryfilia if you squint (it’s not in a mean way), reader is not shaved bc I can’t care enough to make them shaved 💔🥀🕊️

A/N!! Hi hi!! I’m Mimi, ofc, and this is one of my first FULLLY DONE AND POSTED FANFICS!!! I had to do Joel Miller of flipping course bc 🤤🤤. Anyway!! I really hope y’all enjoy!! And don’t expect much since I’m still a noob at smut works.. (｡•́︿•̀｡) BTW NOT PROOFREAD BC LMAOOOOOO IM NOT DOING ALLAT

~~~

Early Spring was the best, you loved it, more than you loved any other season. But your Spring would be a bit different this year since a new neighbor had moved into your SoCal suburbs.

It was maybe late December when he decided to show up. The moving van hard to miss after your old ass neighbor moved out and was replaced with a whole HELLL OF A MAN. Scruffy black hair and a beard to match. All wrapped up in a coat as the boxes piled off the truck. You, being nosy, decided to try and look through the front window to spy and that was the first mistake you had EVER MADE. Even just catching a glimpse of him made your heart stop and a deep breath go down your lungs.

You caught what you could from him, no ring thank the heavens. And managed to find out little tidbits from his life when your mom and dad had ever so graciously brought him some leftover treats. He met you on his front door with a small smile on his face. And crows feet, OUGHHHH. His name was Joel Miller, carpenter. He was a single dad with two daughters not much older than you, Sarah and Ellie. They were out on their own though, and he had just moved all the way from Texas.

As well as the fact that he has a little brother and like you had confirmed before, no misses!! The more you found out about him the more you wanted to keep the conversation going. But it was getting late and your parents just decided to hit the hay. You wistfully waved goodbye. As he did the same.

That was 4 months ago. In those 4 months it wasn’t like much had changed, on some mornings you’d see him on his porch while you were about to drive to your classes. “Mornin’ darlin’..” That Southern drawl doing something to you that you never wanted.

Or in late afternoons when you’d return and he’d shoot you a friendly wave. Nothing much. But it wasn’t until 2 months ago when you found out a hack.

You see, your room had a BIGG ass window going straight into his backyard. Windows tinted by your careful parents that didn’t want your previous neighbor accidentally peaking through.

You could see out, while he couldn’t see in, and it was perfect. You viewed him from a distance when he was outside just kinda doing whatever. Mowing his small patch of grass, sunbathing, working on whatever carpentry thing he was doing, or even catching him working out a bit.

And every time you looked outside was another time when you had to bite back a moan and stop yourself from thinking something perverted, still, your thoughts got the better of you always and you would always just have to calm that itch.

Don’t get me wrong! Every time after you felt guilty, but DAMN WAS HE FINE. As you were knuckles deep you couldn’t stop imagining what he would actually be like. Was he one of those rough lovers? Or was he gentle? You couldn’t, and honestly, didn’t wanna know. You basked in the fact that you knew almost nothing about his personal life, and that left an open hole for you to fill.

Now it’s Spring Break, like I said over a dozen times. The breeze was cool and it wasn’t hot, at all, thank the lord. You opened the window to catch it, staring up at the clouds before going right back to scrolling on your phone. The house being a bit quiet since your parents were out on a little getaway while your brother stayed playing games in the room across from yours.

In your little daze you had then heard the sound of a door shutting and a radio being turned on. The song playing was just something old school, you couldn’t really tell, but it was kinda catchy.

Turning your head to the window you then saw him in his backyard. Tight grey t-shirt, a pair of dark denim jeans, and boots? Oh whatever you weren’t gonna judge. Judging no, but staring, yeah. You watched as he sat in an old chair, chiseling away at some wood sculpture he’s got going on.

Every time he chipped down on that thing you just couldn’t rope your eyes away from his fatass forearms and biceps. And that watch on his wrist made you CRAZYYYY.

No more watching, you thought, no more. You needed to talk to him, I mean, you knew he probably wouldn’t think something like that of you but, it was just friendly talk? Right? And you didn’t wanna lose a chance considering how many ladies were after him. I mean, there was no way, all the moms, married and divorced fancied him a bit too much. Even your own mom had said something about his looks.

“Hi Mr. Miller!!”

You yelped from your window, heart racing. He looked around for a minute, wondering where the hell it was coming from before his attention turned to you and he sighed in relief.

“Phew.. Oh hey hon, thought the angels were callin’ me for a minute.. How ‘ya doin’?”

Your heart pumped more than it should.

“Fi-Fine Mr. Miller!! Just wanted to feel the breeze today, I really like the Spring ‘cause of it!!”

Stuttering over your words you itched, hoping you didn’t sound stupid. Thankfully no one else heard around you, just him and you alone, it felt, romantic almost to talk to him from between a window and a brick fence.

“Yeah, yeah the weather is real good ‘round here.. But what’cha doin? Shouldn’t ya be at classes?..”

You shook your head.

“No no, I’m on break!”

You would be out with friends right now, but they were all busy for the first few days so you had a lotta free time. He gave you an ‘aaa’ and nodded, smiling cause he forgot something so obvious. There was a moment of quiet, a moment of just radio silence between you two before you spoke up.

“Would you like a popsicle? We have cherry, blue raspberry, lemon, or grape!!”

Please say yes please say yes…

“Well I wouldn’t mind allat much, come on over.. Oh and, any is fine..”

YESSSSSSSS!!

You nodded and closed your window, quickly grabbing two of them from the fridge before stopping at the door.

“Imma bring the neighbor a snack!! Don’t worry if I’m gone too long!!!”

You yelled to your brother before he dismissed you.

The gate that entered into his backyard was right next to your own front door so it wasn’t hard to get in. Slipping through the opened bars as you placed both treats down on his table.

“Hi Mr. Miller..”

You already said that, stupid. You beat yourself up. He looked you up and down, not judging, just kind of analyzing your look. You weren’t the most dressed if being honest. But like why would you? You were lazing around at home so all you were gonna be wearing was a loose striped tank and lounge shorts. He’s lucky this wasn’t one of those days where you were just in your underwear.

“Hi darlin’”

He smiled before taking one off the table. Unwrapping the white packaging to reveal a grape one. He smiled and licked a line, then took a big chunk outta it. Eugh. I mean, you could get used to it.

He let the stick rest in his hands as he sighed a good relief.

“Shoot.. Didn’t know how much I needed that, thanks sugar..”

He smiled.

Andddddd your panties already wanted to drop to the floor.

“Oh no problem Mr. Miller, I mean, you were all hot so I couldn’t just leave you there.. We have a whole ton, we just kinda don’t get around to eating them all..”

He nodded, watching you as you began to unwrap yours as well. Cherry. And now he knew he had to be subtle with his looks.

Unconsciously you began to suck the popsicle like any normal human being, but something inside you said to make it super extra. And you weren’t gonna stop your mind. So you did, making a bit of extra noise as you engulfed in the cherry flavor. Letting it go with a pop and resting it along your tongue.

Aw man.. It was gonna be harder to hold back than he wanted it to be. Ya see, Joel was an honest and polite man. WHO hadn’t been with a woman in many years. And if being honest, he sorta thought you were cute ever since he moved in. Watching you stand awkwardly next to your welcoming family and toying with the fabric of your hoodie on that cold Winters day. And ever since then he savored every moment he saw you.

On your way to class every morning? He made sure he was up early enough to see it. Coming home in the evening? Finding every excuse to be outside. And by doing so he managed to notice very subtle things about you. He noticed how in the mornings you would stumble on your porch steps going down. And when you’d come back sometimes you forgot to roll up your window.

He got so desperate to see you more that sometimes he’d drop by to ask your mom or dad if they wanted to have a barbecue. But you were always busy with class or friends, your brother the same if not on his computer, and your parents at work. He tried many many times, but every time no luck. So now that he was getting the chance to finally see you after some brief meetings. AND SO CLOSE, AND SUCKING A POPSICLE. Like a dream come true.

Also. Those windows. You see, tinted windows work good, unless there is an inner light source. Usually he couldn’t see in, but when even a lamp was on, he could just barely make out your body. Sneaking glimpses while in his backyard as he watched you change, just barely being able to make out the arch of your back and the plumpness of your boobs. You, of course were completely oblivious because “oh I have tinted windows he can’t see”

He saw you do many things other than change too like: study, draw, dance, take pictures of yourself, normal stuff But what he was super guilty about, he’d caught you masturbating. It was supposed to be a one time thing when he saw you do it, but every single time you did, you kept those curtains open and a lamp on.. And he couldn’t help but he see. He hated that he saw, and he hated how rock hard it got him… He hated how perverted to made him feel, hating how he would have to palm himself in his jeans while inconspicuously staring. Yet, he loved how you looked when you did it.

Back on the popsicle thing, the act in itself wasn’t dirty, but this old man had thoughts and these thoughts were dangerous. His mind wandered to you sucking his dick, he wanted to know what it would feel like for your pouty lips to wrap around the length. Biting his tongue, he took another nibble at his own popsicle, gripping the stick in frustration.

This was gonna be a long talk if he kept imagining you like this, he couldn’t just latch on, no way a girl as pretty as yourself would be down with an old man like him. But, that’s all you wanted. You wanted him as much as he wanted you and that’s what made it awkward.

You kept on with the popsicle, dragging it down your mouth and almost choking on it. When he saw, and heard it, it was almost like his whole world was about to collapse and he could feel his pants get a bit tight. He tried to tuck it under his palm, and even pull his shirt down, but no luck. He knew it was sorta obvious, and he hoped and prayed you didn’t notice. But it was hard. And painful to see and hear you going crazy on that thing. Thank the lord his morals were strong because if they were any weaker, he’d jump all over you and admit his feelings right then and there.

“Well- Why don’t ya come inside?.. I need to go in anyway and grab my sandpaper..”

He needed a distraction so he could get this thing away.

He almost stuttered, and that made him all the more attractive. You liked how real he seemed, he wasn’t all tough and angry and shallow all the time, he was just someone.

And with a quick nod you stepped in through his sliding glass door. Inside was, cute actually. Think of like a house stuck in 2008, that’s what it was. Something of the sort you’d see in a Tuscan style home.

A warm yellow light emitted from the lamp and everything was a bit messy, but it seemed so perfectly messy that you thought it was set up. Lining the walls you saw pictures of him, his daughters, and pictures of them together. Then the trophies they won, it was cute to see all of them in a nice glass display, which mind you, looked freshly dusted so you knew he cared a LOT about those girls.

“I’ll be searchin’ for it, don’t go lookin’ where you shouldn’t alright?..”

He gave you a lopsided smile, you nodded and sat down on his couch. Swaying your feet back and forth to distract from the fact you were IN HIS HOUSE. A glimpse into his more personal life.

As soon as he saw you sit down he ran into his bathroom and locked the door. Taking a few deep breaths, he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and almost ripped his boxers. Letting his cock out, he leaned back against the cold marble sink. It was wrong. It was dirty to jerk off to the memory of you sucking a popsicle, guilt overwhelmed him, but something else overwhelmed him and that was lust.

He hadn’t been this hard in a longgg time. He forgot how painful the strain was, and he forgot just how sensitive it got. Using his left hand to cover his mouth he gripped the base, jolting before aggressively stroking it. He had a pattern for this kinda thing, and a specific way he did it because he knew it felt good. But not with you, not now. The throbbing hurt so bad that he just HAD to go off the rails. Thrusting his hips into his hand to match the pace.

“You feel too good darlin’..”

His muffled groans not going unnoticed by you. He didn’t realize how loud he was. But they just kind of sounded like frustration from your distance. And they were, but not in the way that you thought. And damn if those noises weren’t making you wet. A small buzz of pleasure roped through your body and into your mind when you heard those groans. Imagining all sorts of dirty things and your daydreams were gonna go CRAZY now that you knew what he could sound like.

Thighs clenching together you fought the urge to touch yourself. That would be gross, your in his living room, on his couch, in his home, listening to some non specific groaning noises. Touching yourself to that would be obscene. But. He was taking a long time, you could just rub yourself over your lounge shorts. Like, he wouldn’t even notice!!

Slowly you looked around and spread your legs. Hands traveling to the thin material outside of the shorts. Your head turned left and right, trying to make sure sure you wouldn’t get caught. Your hands finally reached the apex of your thighs as you rubbed in neat circles, listening to the non discript groaning from down the hall. A twitch shakes your legs before you finally get a pattern going, clockwise and then counter-clockwise.

You’d imagined him on top of you before, it wasn’t a crazy thing to imagine, but something about this was more evil and made you feel even nastier. You were in his house, listening to him. That was crazy, this was crazy in itself but it didn’t seem to matter or care. You used your free hand to grip onto the throw blanket just kind of hanging off the cushions and stabilized yourself.

Meanwhile he was gripping onto his lower jaw to make sure he didn’t let out a moan that could shake the whole house. Precum dripped down from his tip and his breath was heavy and heaving.

“Her lips.. Her lips.. Damnnit why couldn’t she just bring me a soda or something.. Why’d it hafta be a popsicle..”

Mumbling on and on to himself while you were making sure nothing left your mouth. Hoping and praying that the door wouldn’t swing open all of a sudden and that he could see you doing this. The shorts not much more of a layer than your panties, so you pretty much felt it right on you.

You could feel the wetness on your panties stick to your skin. And how the fabric acted as a second skin considering how thin it was. You could even feel the hardness of your clit when you rubbed.

“Mr. Miller…”

A moan escaped your lips.

You heard the groaning stop, the sound of a sink being turned on and off, and the sound of a lock being fumbled with.

AHHHHH

Quickly, faster than you ever had before you jolted upright and threw the blanket to the side. Rubbing your hand on your tank top just incase and flattening your hair down so it didn’t look like you had just been jerking on his couch.

He walked out, disheveled and panting. His pants a bit crinkled, belt gone, and his right hand soaked in water?

“Coul— Couldn’t seem to find the sandpaper.. Any-anyway why’d ya call? Somethin’ happen? Ya see a roach?”

He could have used that to jerk off more, but he knew that it would get way too obvious if he stayed in there so long.

He stared you up and down, raising a brow at your frazzled appearance. As well as the fact that your tank top was bunched up at the bottom, while simultaneously the strap on your left shoulder was falling down and almost revealed your chest.

“You alright?.. You look like you just swam for the Olympics.. And you look a little warm..”

He began to get closer.

“I’m fine.. But.. Why is one of your hands wet..?”

You looked at him with curious eyes, there were two reasonable explaintions. The sandpaper was in a tub of water, or his hand got super dirty while looking so he had to wipe it off. But. Another reason that seemed more likely came to your mind.

No way he was touching himself though? Thats stupid. Why would he? It’s just you and him around.

“Well I asked you first didn’t I? So why? Why ar’ you soundin’ like you just did 20 laps?..”

He was well played. And you had to lie. Something logical.

“Well.. I saw a bug and I ran around trying to avoid it.. Plus it was mad hot..”

He gave you a knowing look.

“The AC is well and on. And I don’t get bugs. Trust me I’d know..”

He got more suspicious now.

He sighed and sat down next to you, leaning back against the fabric and giving you a gentle smile.

“Look if you were snoopin’ and didn’t wanna get caught, I’d rather you just sa—“

“I was touching myself.”

You blurted out.

Silence.

“Haa?”

You weren’t that good at keeping secrets, or lying. It left such a guilty conscience on your mind that you just always HAD to let it out. Popping his ear just to clear.

“Repeat that for me again? Didn’t— AHEM— Didn’t quite hear that..”

He took a deep cough in the middle of his sentence. Hoping and praying what you said was a fluke. But deep down. He wanted it to be true.

“I was.. Touching.. Myself.”

Guilt racked you and made you admit it. He furrowed his brows together in confusion and began to chuckle. Slapping his knee as his cheeks filled with a slight blush. He couldn’t BELIEVE what this girl had just said. And why?!

“FOR WHY?!”

He gave you a smile and was trying not to laugh. But damn was he bad at that. He only laughed because this was so awkward. You were looking down at your thighs in shame and regret. To make sure he didn’t see those tears of embarrassment, and to make sure you didn’t leave a wet stain on his couch.

“I don’t wanna tell.. It’s too embarrassing..”

Majorly strained voice, no higher than a whisper. He patted your back.

“Look I ain’t gonna tell your family, so just spit it out.. Whatever ya say is safe with me, Kay”

His warm look was enough to make you wanna say everything.

“I heard you.. Groaning and when I did I just kinda.. Went from there and.. Maybe it’s cause I always thought you were nice looking, but I couldn’t help myself.”

Oversharing.

“I’m reallll sorry Mr. Miller…”

His look got even more confused when he listened to your explanation. You thought he was ATTRACTIVE?! His heart burst but he had to keep quiet.

Clearing his throat he shook his head.

“Look.. It’s okay.. It’s normal for college kids to have weird crushes like this.. No big deal. I won’t tell nobody just.. Just don’t do something wreckless again like that, a’right? And especially not in their house..”

You nodded. He smiled and you smiled.

“I didn’t cum.. If that makes you feel any better”

He almost died right then and there.

“And why are you tellin’ me that?”

Quiet. This was like some bad porno. To be honest you wanted it to end that way.

“What? You tellin’ me you didn’t cum so I can finish the job?..”

You nodded.

“Maybe..”

His face got even more confused, as well as shocked. WHAT. This was a joke, some sick kinda joke that would end up on the internet.

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. Giving a lopsided smile he exhaled.

“Oh quit playin’.. This isn’t what you want.. I’m sure there’s some nice, smart, intellectual college boy you’ve got wrapped round ya finger..”

You never found the boys at your college attractive. I mean, some of them were mighty fine. But none of them like him. None of them had that same southern twang, none of them had that muscle to them, none of them had grey around the beard and the scalp.

None of them were him.

“Didn’t wan’ em.. Didn’t fit my criteria, they didn’t look like you..”

He itched at his head. Crouching over and resting his shoulders on his knees. What the hell WHAT THE HELLLLL. This was a test of his morals. Sure they were strong, stronger than anyone you had ever met. But. He was weak when it came to a pretty thing like yourself.

His mind flashed with images of you before this incident. Seeing you walk out the house with a ribbon in your hair and watching it almost fly off in the breeze. The bandana you wore like some kinda farm girl on the way to the store. That gaze you gave him during one of your neighborhood block parties from afar. How you wouldn’t latch your eyes off of him while taking a sip of your soda.

Then it hit him. You were always looking for, or looking at him. Atleast, during the times you came across each other. He remembered it now. 

Your stares when he mowed his lawn. Batting your lashes at him when you came over to borrow some batteries. That extra long look you gave him before getting in your car, taking a rather long time to get into the drivers seat.

And how all those times you bit your lip when you caught him fixing something in his front yard. It wasn’t just his imagination. It was real, a sign almost to OH LORD SHE WANTS ME.

He sat up and sighed, looking at your unsuspecting face just kind of admiring his features.

“Okay, alright.. Tell ya what. I’ll.. Finish you off. But don’t expect it to be good.. I’m all rusty on my skills.. AND. You cannot tell NOBODY.”

You looked even more shocked what he said yes. WHAT. You thought you were gonna get kicked out, or worse, he’d tell your family and they’d totally throw you out. NOT THAT HE WAS GONNA HELP YOU BUST?!

He studied your expression. Waiting for a “yes”, or a “no ew back the hell up old perv”

But the look you gave him was worse. It was needy, a downturned brows kinda look with a pouty lip.

“I don’t expect nothing big.. I just want you.. Please Mr. Miller.. If it’s not too much trouble.. I won’t tell anybody, not anyone at all..”

GRAHHHHH. That look on your face and your tone made him fall all over himself and want to loose it. But he stayed strong.

“Right. Uh.. Shorts off, leave them panties on..”

He got nervous. And you could already tell how tight his jeans were getting.

You nodded, shimmying off that flimsy excuse for shorts and leaving them on his floor. Spreading your legs and sitting. Just waiting.

He knew he had to be gentle. No way someone like you could handle something rough is what ran through his mind.

He got closer. Grabbing you by your waist and settling you on his left leg. He lifted you like you were a vine of grapes. RELEASE MEEE.

Letting his left hand rest on your ass while the other gentle began to itch up your thigh. He noticed the wet stain on your panties. So you weren’t lying.

“You know how these things go right?.. I’d assume so..”

You knew, from fanfiction and the internet of course. And even in real time. You didn’t have many encounters with sex, maybe once or twice, but never had they given you what you wanted.

“Mhm.. I’ll be good..”

Whispering to him. He groaned.

“Jesus you can’t say stuff like that..”

You felt the bulge in his pants. Holy flip.

Well, feel was an overstatement. It was lightly grazing you. But even from that graze you could already tell he was ROCKKKK.

His hand finally stopped roaming up your thigh and slipped to the waistband of your cream colored panties. Pulling them down so they stopped at your knee. He watched as you spread them wider, slightly grinding into the fabric of his jeans and his muscular thigh.

“I’m gonna start now..”

He took a deep breath and brought his middle and pointer finger to your sopping cunt. Not putting them in but just feeling around at your folds.

You gasped, still sensitive from just a few minutes ago. You looked down, watching his move them around and gather up your arousal on his digits. His grip on your ass firm.

He began to lead his fingers round your clit, running circles clockwise, then counterclockwise. It was like your usual pattern, but for some reason, it felt so much more intense. You fought back your moans, trying not to scream out his name just yet.

He noticed this and began to press firmly against your clit, causing a shock to your body that made your jerk.

“Now stop all that.. No one’s home and you’re not gonna be that loud to the point the neighbors are gonna hear.. If you keep holding back those noises I’ll stop right now..”

His voice got gruff. Like his jaw was clenching or something. You gave him a nod and started to let out soft whimpers. Soft whimpering that seemed so loud because you were so damn close. So close that when you leaned back for support he was right there, a strong body for you to rest on while he did the work.

He applied pressure on your clit by pinching your pussy together. Honestly you couldn’t even consider it pinching because it was so gentle. Hips wriggling, it was an involuntary action.

His technique was good, and his calloused fingers added a bit of texture to it too. He wasn’t rusty at all. I mean. He could go pro with it, and that was just from his FINGERS.

Your breathing got heavy and you turned your eyes to the side, pleading with him silently.

He got the message, snaking his fingers down to your hole before he put his middle finger in. So he was the slow type. The type that took his time with ladies. And you lived for that. You lived for a man that could wait. And he was willing to wait all he wanted, just for you to cum.

His middle finger rested there. Setting in between your walls before he moved it out and in inch by inch. He started slow, not moving it out too much, more just shaking it inside. But as he noticed you relax, that’s when he began to really put in the work.

His fingers were thick, like, hella thick. So you already felt pretty full. Hand gripping his grey tee as your mouth fell agape, you couldn’t believe how it felt. It didn’t feel real in all honesty.

“Feels like your bouta’ rip my finger off..”

He looked down at your hands, your fingers not small, but not nearly as big and thick as his. He pitied you for that. He thought, if you had just come to him sooner, he’d help you out. He’d soothe the ache between this poor girls legs.

He laughed, pushing that middle digit in and out. This time, eliciting actual moans from you rather than just whimpers. This was his way of coaxing you into it, opening you up, stretching you out type thing.

“Were you turnin’ that light on and leaving the curtains open on purpose?..”

He instigated, gaining a bit of confidence by the way you were reacting to his consistent pace. You could just HEARRR it in his tone, not cocky, just more self assured in his ways. Slowly but surely he began to tease the second finger around. Not putting it in just yet but waiting for the right moment.

“Well.. Did ya?.. I won’t tell.. Just admit it. You left it open on purpose huh?..”

You couldn’t even register what he was talking about before he slipped the his pointer finger in as well. Now being filled up twice as much as before. You moaned, loud. Loud enough for it to give a small echo.

“I-I didn’t mean to.. I just—-I guess I did want you to see at some point..”

You shamefully admitted. Barely able to speak through that last moan. At some point you did just stop caring if he saw or not. You didn’t mind. You just didn’t expect him to be looking.

He nodded. Then began pumping his fingers inside again. He watched as your eyes glued shut and your mouth stayed open. Letting out terrible noises you would have never thought would come out.

“This fulfill your little nighttime fantasy?.. Your fantasy of getting finger-fucked by your neighbor who’s way too old to be doin’ this? Yeah? That it?”

He started to get really talkative, and the more he talked the more he pumped. The pace was getting fast and it wasn’t painful at all. It felt like heaven. You felt full with just his two fingers deep inside and his coarse palm rubbing against your clit. He would pump, then break to cup your warmth, then keep pumping again. He was even better than you imagined.

“Mhm mhm!!”

You nodded in ecstasy. Your squirming became unbearable and you were unconsciously grinding into his thigh. Leaving a fairly noticeable wet spot on the denim jeans that he would enjoy looking at later.

“Full Mr. Miller…”

Whining out. But that was the opposite. It was too little. You hadn’t even came yet but you knew that when you did, it wouldn’t be enough. His fingers were good, but they could only last you so long before you needed something bigger. You didn’t wanna be greedy though, so you tried to shut your mouth.

“Aww I know I know.. Angel can’t handle it can she?..”

You hadn’t seen this side of him. He wasn’t being mean or condescending. But he was being talkative, and, not all awkward or lonesome. He was good at dirty talk, dangerously good. His fingers began to do a scissoring motion inside of you which made your body tense and shift on his lap.

He kissed your cheek softly. Going from there to down the side of your neck and resting on the back where he left soft pecks and little love bites. He was careful though, careful not to make anything too noticeable.

“Can’t hold it.. Mr. Miller please-“

You pleaded. You had felt your body tighten in a specific way that you knew. Throwing your head back against his shoulder he lifted his head up and nodded.

Chuckling innocently before ramming his fingers in as deep as they could, before pumping them in and out and in and out. He knew and he just wanted to mess with you for a little. Almost immediately after he gave you the go you came undone. Back arching up and body bucking into his palm, throwing your hips in rotation to ride out your orgasm.

And he watched it alll. He knew how you looked when you came, but this was with an added kick because he was right here, and the one doing it. Made him prideful. He waited till you came down back on his thigh again before pulling them out and tapping your wet sex with his palm.

It was between a tap and a slap, not hard, but not soft. It let a few extra jolts to come out of your body and even gave him a couple mewls of pleasure.

You caught your breath, letting yourself go limp against him. Turning your head fully to face him he turned to face you as well.

And you looked a mess.

Frazzled hair, droopy-teary eyes, downturned brows, a line of drool seeping from the side of your lips. All that combined with your heaving chest and dripping slit, he couldn’t have wanted a better sight.

He took his wet fingers and brought them to his lips. Licking them clean.

You always had cringed at the thought of someone doing that, but now you started seeing the appeal..

“You did so good sugar.. Took it so well..”

He patted your stomach.

Smiling.

But..

“Mr. Miller..”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.”

Your voice way needy, strained, and desperate. As well as coming out of the blue. He gave you wide eyes and a reassuring stare.

“I don’t think you can handle it.. You’re worn out and I don’t want you to over-exhaust yourself.. It might hurt..”

He was so kind, so genuine. But you didn’t care about that right now. Right now, what you needed was to bounce on it crazy style.

“Mr. Miller, please I really need it.. I was good wasn’t I?.. I took it all in without complaining..”

In his eyes, that was a heck of a good argument. He sighed and smiled. Resting you against the couch before standing up, stretching his back like he had strained it or whatever. Old man..

He then walked over to the side table next to the couch, rummaging through before finding a silver packaged condom.

You watched his hands go to the zipper of his pants, unzipping the fly and hopping out of his jeans. Then bringing his boxers down to his knees slowly, his cheeks turning a soft red.

“Been a while since someone’s seen me all nude.. Ain’t nothin’ impressive..”

Nothing impressive was such a fat lie. IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS HEAVYYYYY. Around 6 inches, but thick in girth, with a vein running up the side.

He didn’t shave, no surprise there. Didn’t really expect him to anyway.

“It’s not gonna fit, no way no way…”

You gasped, he chuckled, blushing even more at almost nothing.

He grabbed the condom again and ripped the packaging with ease, taking it out and slowly putting it on his length. And that thing was SOLID. It scared you a TON. He was hung, and thick, a dangerous combination.

He walked closer towards you, grabbing from under your armpits and lifting you too him.

“Up and at ‘em..”

He smiled, once again lifting you like you didn’t weigh a single pound.

Your head spun when he did, still a bit woozy from just having an orgasm not more than 6 minutes ago. He made you wrap your legs round his waist, one hand holding you by your waist while the other cradled the back of your head in such a doting way.

“I’m bouta put it in.. But slow, can’t have you in pain now can I?”

He leaned over to kiss under your eye.

He slowly began to adjust you to line your hole up with his dick. You whined, even just that small amount of contact made you all sensitive. His smirk got bigger before he slowly placed the tip in.

And when he did, IT HURTTT. Like I said he was girthy, so it already felt like he was splitting you down the middle.

You leaned into him, head burying against his shoulder and nails leaving crescent shaped indents on his back through the shirt. He patted your back, whispering.

“Ya want me to take the time, or just get it all over with?”

“All— All over with.. Pleasth..”

Your words came out in a drunk tone, with most of your pronunciation being slurred through pain and pleasure.

Anxiously, he let both his hands firmly grip your waist, digging his fingers into the soft of your skin.

You heard him mumble to himself “3, 2, 1!..” and as soon as it hit one he pushed it all in. Using his stupidly strong arms to pull you down onto him completely.

It was such a strange feeling, a sharp pain. A full feeling dwelled within you. Your mouth fell agape and bit into his clothed shoulder. A circular spit stain left on the grey color. The crescents on his back got deeper, he felt them prick and just hoped you didn’t knick his skin. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes, slowly making yourself turn your head up to face him with a teary and pained expression.

Now looking at him. And here you were.

Where you had wanted to be for the part 4 months.

He saw the tear and have you a pouty smile, kissing it away before then going to kiss your cheek, then the cheek kiss got lower and fully reached your lips. He pulled you into an intense kiss, tongue wrapping around his as you kissed him back with that same amount of passion.

He could smell your candy scented perfume and you swore he got harder, might’ve been impossible but you swore it happened

He had all the skills for intimacy, but he never got to use it. And now he was finally getting it to good use. The deeper he kissed you the more you felt your eyes roll back, not closed anymore, but barely able to see anything except the ceiling and pure white.

He pulled away from the kiss regretfully, but needing to catch his breath or else he’d suffocate and die.

“How’s it feel? Still hurtin’?”

Taking a hand to place on top of your head, he really was a caring man. And on top of that he was big. Arms big, legs big, cock big, it was all too good to be true.

“A little..”

You winched, it was painful but by the second the pain was slowly melting away the more you got used to be.

“If it’s too much I’ll pull out—“

You shook your head. You both stayed there for a moment. His hands holding you up while your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. Staring into each others soul. His barely hanging on expression while you already looked fucked out. It was peaceful, till he gripped your waist again and shot you a look.

You took the look and understood, giving him the thumbs up before slowly pulling you up. Whining in pain, but the pain was only a little by this time. Now it was just pleasure.

Watching as he began to slowly bounce you up and down, it started small, not pulling you up any much more than an inch. Watching as the veins on his hands begin to pop out as he held himself back and held you up.

He reached the deepest part of your walls, tears spilling from your eyes from the intense warm feeling. He watched them fall.

“Aw it’s okay.. You’re alright baby.. I’m here I’m here..”

He spoke with that reassuring tone that itched the best place inside of you, you didn’t know why. He was so kind in this moment, so different than the people you had previously been with. Maybe this was why people liked older guys? How they knew how to treat a lady, how they knew which spots to hit. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes. It didn’t really stop the water works but it stilled them for a moment.

“Move me more… I wanna move more, more..”

Whiny, needy, and pathetic tone. Wanting to hold onto something, so your hand ran through the back of his hair.

Shaking his head again, like some type of habit he repositioned his hands. Both of them held the area under your knees and gripped to keep it stable. Slowly, he began to bounce you up and down. With every single thrust you felt so incredibly full. Like your walls were molding to fit his.

It was so weird..

To hear the noises, to hear his labored breathing, to hear your own moans. It was so scary when you realized that he was literally actually seriously fucking you. How the hell were you gonna explain this to your family? Friends even..

But that was pushed to the back part of your mind when you felt his pace quicken a bit inside of you. You didn’t know how he could do that, I mean, you were airborne, and he was able to bounce you crazy. Something about you made his stamina grow back x20. He did watch porn on the occasion, but got tired of it real fast. It was so fake, so stupid, but you. You were real. You were able to give him that crazy hard on from just a gaze.

“That fast enough for ya doll?.. Yeah, ain’t it?..”

A deep chuckle came from his throat. This is what he needed. Sure he wasn’t that guy that only chased after girls below his age, and when he first began to realize how cute you were he was completely wracked with anguish. Now that was all down the drain with your pussy wrapped round his cock, begging and crying for him.

You could barely respond to his question, if you did open your mouth all you’d do was moan. So you lazily nodded as he bucked his hips into your own. The hair above his cock and his happy trail rubbing against your clit every time he bounced you up and down. It added an extra sensation that warmed your nerves.

You were slick, messy, dirty, your tank top barely hanging on with every last string of fabric. And he was no better. He was even worse if you could go that far.

His pace relentless. Upper arms tightening and veins popping out every single time. His shirt sleeves almost ripping. You felt like a ragdoll the way he was moving you. And worst of all, you liked feeling like a ragdoll.

Suddenly you felt your back get a bit warm, his ac was on, so what was that about? Then you noticed the light reflecting off his skin that wasn’t covered by you. In fear you turned your head around to see the window WIDE OPEN NO CURTAINS WHATSOEVER.

It was on the side of his house so you didn’t have to worry too much about that, but something else wracked you. Heart dropping when you realized his living room window faced almost directly across from your brothers bedroom window. He noticed your expression and turned to see it too.

But. He didn’t stop…

Infact his grip got even worse to the point where you thought red hand marks were gonna be left under your legs.

“Ahh he ain’t gonna notice.. Too busy on the game..”

You protested, well, almost protested before he clicked his tongue. Taking his left and gripping your lower jaw to turn his face towards him. The grip was firm but not painful, just very stern. He wanted you to look at him, and he wanted you to look at him real good. To distract you from everything else and to only look at him. I mean. He was the one inside of you.

The risk of getting caught only heightened the experience. Teary eyes staining his grey fabric and hands. He continued to pound into you like a man starved, cause he was. The sound of wet skin slapping filled his living room and the smell of both your signature scents were a nice mix to eachother. But you could barely breathe so how were you gonna be able to tell?

“Should’a made a move on me angel.. You can’t even imagine how cute you are to me..”

Feverish tone, with every pump elicited a guttural moan. Globs of spit oozed from the side of your mouth and your hair bounced with every thrust. Tears couldn’t falling. It was so intimate. You felt the insides of your body tighten and a familiar hot feeling take over your body.

That same feeling you felt when you were just about done touching yourself. But this time it felt more intense, like it hurt.

Your pussy tightened around his twitching length as your gaze tried to focus on his.

“Gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

You begged quicker than you ever had before in your life. Even though you were majorly out of breath, and your vision blurred, you knew you had to hold on to make sure this orgasm really counted.

“You can you can.. I’m right here so cum..”

He used that warm tone and reached a hand down in between your legs, careful not to lose his balance with one hand and drop you. His fingers began to move back and forth around your clit while the pace got heavy and fast.

He was evil for that, evil for his fingers on your clit and evil for the pace change. And then it hit.

This was unlike any kind of orgasm you had ever done to yourself before. Not like the ones with your vibrator, not like the ones with your finger, and not like the ones with your previous relationships. This was something entirely and completely strange, more intense.

The wave of pleasure hit you like a ton of bricks. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled to the very back of your head. You could swear you saw stars. Body twitching, hands gripping tightly to his shirt, and toes curling. You couldn’t stop twitching for what felt like hours, but in reality it was probably just a few seconds. A stifled moan left your mouth that was silent, loud moan, silence, and then a loud moan again. Like your voice was scratchy.

He stared at you when you came, and he thought you were the prettiest thing of them all. Even with red eyes and saliva dribbling down your chin. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the glossy sheen in your pupils. The tear drops staining your half fallen tank top, his hands, your legs, and his own t shirt. A bead of sweat dripped down your forehead, shining on your skin. You couldn’t stop crying. Not because of pain, but pleasure, overwhelming, aching pleasure.

The intense emotions too. You had just come on your neighbors dick? The neighbor you wanted but thought you could never have.

You regained most of your sight as you latched yourself into his body, skin to skin as he was almost pushed back onto his sofa. But he stood his ground, letting you wrap your arms around him as he did the same. Didn’t stop him from rutting into you though.

“Ya done good girl..”

He spoke in a gruff way before his thrusts got incredibly sloppy. Overall stopping when his full length was completely wrapped around your body. He felt his own orgasm shiver every last nerve. Something about the way you clung into him after you had just came made him cum even faster. If he really wanted to, he could have gone for hours without cumming but he knew that would be selfish and he didn’t want you to wait it out for that long.

When his breath stilled and your breathing was just about controlled. He stumbled back and sat on his cushions. Not worrying how his bare skin was against it. He’d worry about that next time.

“I’m gonna pull out-“

He mumbled. When you did your grip on his body only got stronger and he laughed. Doing that stupid shaking head habit before realizing you were ATTACHED to him. He slowly began to move you up. Body limp so it was easier to move you.

Groaning and trying not to get hard again he did it slowly, you couldn’t help but moan and whine. You could have stayed with it inside you forever, but you knew it was better. He watched himself finally be released from your walls and he took off the latex condom. Tying it tightly and putting it somewhere on the floor. Not bothering it leave it anywhere else, because it sure as hell wasn’t gonna go on any kind of surface.

You both sat there. Tops on but bottoms off. You clingy closely to him while crying into his broad shoulder.

“Awh now why’re ya still cryin’? I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

He joked, but it was laced with worry, patting your back to calm you.

You shook your head.

“Mm mm.. Jus’.. Dunno..”

You didn’t know why you got so quiet, or why you couldn’t stop crying. You weren’t sad or nothing.

“Than’ yu…”

Words slurred and the aftershocks barely hit you. He stayed right there, still tapping your back. One because no way he was gonna get you off of him, but also because he wanted to be there. He wanted you to cling to him. He liked the feeling of your body on his.

“Your welcome lil’ lady…”

Still catching his breath. He used his free palm to press against his forehead.

“Ya gonna keep that window open from now on.. ‘Kay?.. Ya got that?..”

You nodded.

“Mhm.. I will.. I will…”

“Right on, angel.”

E.N: Holy flip this took me 20 trillion years. I LAUV JOEL MILLER I LAUV JOEL MILLER I LAUV JOEL MILLER. Let’s just sayyyyy I’m gonna lock in and keep writing. Next topic; GETO 🤤🤤. Also ignore how freaking chopped and rushed the ending is like I just didn’t know how to end it 💔💔💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀🥀

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ilysm and ur writing omg mamas (u have no idea who I am #parasocialrelationshipcore) BUT im like A SUPER FAN ☝️😫 anyway, ma'am, i had a sudden deep and absolutely CARNAL need inside of me- and how better to solve that emptiness with your headcanons?? 😍 OKAY, so the vision was like basically how spencer would act if you like praised something about him a lot like you emphasize it sm, YK? like say u said his lips were pretty or like his style is *chef's kiss* LIKE HOW WOULD HE REACT TO THIS INFORMATION?!! DOES HE THINK ABT IT OR IS HE COCKY OR WHAT? i need this man on a scary level omfg I'm so down baddddd THE D IS FIRE! also UGH i love your headcanons like they're literally my thoughts except like they're BETTER. que yummi (sorry for allat btw I'm a yapper if u couldn't alr tell)

idk who you are but i love you. you seem so fun and sweet pls kiss me on the mouth.

also! HIS LIPS!!! YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT!!!(i have to go with his lips. they're so gorgeous.)

would probably think you're making fun of him at first bcs he doesn't get compliments often or he thinks you're just saying it to be nice so he'd just be like "thanks:]" with his silly white boy smile.

when you continue saying stuff like "i'm so jealous of your lips spencer, they're so pretty, it's not fair" he realises that you're actually serious and actually complimenting him and gets all bashful about it.

studies his lips in the mirror to see what you're seeing but just doesn't understand why you're so obsessed with them, to him they're just his lips that he's always had.

gets teased to death by derek about it, derek mocking your compliments in a high pitched voice and making kissy faces at spencer.

looks forward to your compliments every day for a little confidence boost and when you're not there for whatever reason he doesn't know what to even do with himself.

ofc you don't just compliment his lips, most of the time it is but you also tell him how good his hair looks when he gets a haircut or if you notice a new tie you make sure to mention it, the way he shyly thanks you for noticing making your whole week.

drunkenly telling him how kissable his lips are is inevitable for sure and when you do he doesn't even know how to answer you, just sitting with his mouth agape staring at you with big wide eyes and red cheeks.

when you randomly ask him if your compliments make him uncomfortable he can't answer you fast enough, immediately telling you that they don't and mumbling that he actually likes them which makes you raise your brow at him.

the knowledge that he likes your compliments only makes you do it even more, making it your mission to have him blushing and flustered at every chance you get.

loves your jokey compliments, like telling him he has a nice ass or something bcs it makes him laugh.

in conclusion, spencer is a compliment WHORE.

[fandoomerthesequel]

okay so.. i could probably talk alot about sasukes design traits cuase theyre ALOOOTTT more intentional than naruto is (sakura might be more int but idk) got rid of his dumbass hair cut im so sorry gang i hate it badly.... i will nawt be drawing allat.. ANYWAYSYYSYYSYSYS IM OGING TO TALK ABOU THE DEISGN BUT BADLY CUASE ITS TWO AM!!!! it shouldnt be too long hearts.. anyhoiw!! pre chunin! he looks more like his father, a man he greatly respects, hes still going good, getting better. he's lonely, but he's starting to gain friends, a place he belongs after the massacare. he excels, he follows the rules well enough, he wants to grow strong, rebuild his clan, maybe go to the police force like he wanted to as a child. some sense of normalcy. he still doesnt sleep too well becuase of nightmares or being restless. he also looks like his father jsut cuase thats whom he both wants to resemble, and does resemble. hes in the system, he's abiding by it, but hes still angry inside, and yearning for his goal. he's distant, but its not intentional, hes just stressed and hes trying, he cares for his team deeply but he struggles to show them, to really be present with their activities ( he wants to and is infinitely more successful than his father at fulfilling this want.) post chunin, he has different garments ayyayyyyayyy!!!! (curtesy of his pops kakashi for the most part. especially the shoes... so many sandels..) his crop top got damaged during training(and the chunin exams more of his clothes were coughing) and cuase the uchiha symbol isnt really.. a huge option at the tailor (and cuase honestly it might be old clothes from the compound maybe really old ones of his brothers.. he really doesnt wanna part with it) so kakashi throws scissors at him and takes the crop jacket to get hemmed or whatever.. so yay crop jacket (his pantsuit doesnt have a symbol on it. and also he asked specifically for it (.... its cuase of rock lee....) anyways, he starts to look more like itachi too, unintentionally this time. as he starts to spiral with his inferiority complex, his stress/tear lines get worse, and he stops getting his hair cut. after leaving with orochimaru he cuts it all choppy and ugly cuase he saw himself in the mirror and tweaked... also he might also be trans now im falling for the idea.

[sofivicfest]

Whatev. Go my silly ass queer ninja headcanons !!! Plus Pixal because

Lloyd: Non-binary and omnisexual with fluctuating preferences. They/them!!! Also androginous I love androginous Lloyd, they're like if a man and a woman had a baby.

Kai: Bisexual. Jujst. Bi. He/him probably has a preference for women but it doesn't matter because he can't pull either gender anyways what a loser.

Nya: Bisexual, demiaroace and genderfluid hell yeah. He/she/they and vaguely transmasc, but in the way where she's masculine and often uses masc terms because I love masc Nya, but fem terms are fine too. Nya is just Nya (I love Nya)

Cole: Gay trans man I will die on this hill. He/him and also he may be a gay ass but he's open to QPRs with women because. I say so. He's peak masculinity but also comfortable enough to allow himself to be more feminine sometimes. Girlypop.,, Also I like to think think he'd be more into T4T relationships because I love T4T..,

Jay: Bisexual trans man. He/him maybe(? I think he'd also be willing to use neopronouns though maybe, but I haven't really thought of which yet. If I'm being real honest, my headcanons for Jay tend to fluctuate a lot becaude I like transmasc Jay, transfem Jay, nonbinary Jay, demiboy, hell even cis, but usually I just stick to bi and trans. In conclusion, Jay is Jay.

Zane: Panromantic asexual demiboy. He/they and actually I don't know what to say about him💔 I do think he's fond of presenting both masc and fem, in like terms of clothing and stuff, but like he doesn't mind idk.

Pixal: Omniromantic with fluctuating preferences, asexual and also fem agender. She/they/it. She's mostly neutral and androginous but still presents fem and uses fem terms and stuff, but overall, she also doesn't really mind.

Might change my mind in the future but have this for now.,. Tjis is so cringe if you read allat im sorry

[episodes-ff]

The Brotherhood

Shoutout to my fiancée Reina for inspiring this with her incessant flirting 😘

Kierra

Sitting in my room, I busied myself with my studies as I listened to Summer Walker sing me into bliss. I finally was getting over this nigga and all the shit he put me through and I was so proud. Erik and I were in for what I thought would be forever, but forever turned out to be a bald faced lie. I finally had enough of the toxicity and bullshit, and I was finally getting back to loving me. Sipping my wine as I puffed on my thick ass blunt, I vibed to my jams and studied before my little pamper session was interrupted with a call. Seeing the signature 'No Caller ID', I rolled my eyes at his feeble attempts to contact me before I saw my bestie's missed text.

From AriPoo🩷🌸✨: Babyyyyyy! Come to this party with me pweaseeeeeeeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 To AriPoo🩷🌸✨: Un uhhhhh! Arielle, I got work to catch up on! And where tf is this shit anyway?! It better not be at his! From AriPoo🩷🌸✨: It's not. I promise🩷 To AriPoo🩷🌸✨: You said that bs last time, Ari😒🙄 From AriPoo🩷🌸✨: Girl plssssssss!!! To AriPoo🩷🌸✨: 🙄Pick me up in 45 and bitch DPMO From AriPoo🩷🌸✨: Ouuuu thank youuuuuuuuuuu❤ you so good to me! Imma name my first baby after you, girl To AriPoo🩷🌸✨: Bitch stfu🤣

Heaving a deep sigh, I ashed my blunt before placing it on the tray and sitting it in the fridge to hold for later. Getting up, I grabbed my favorite smell goods and wash set before heading into the bathroom to shower. Lavishing in the quick shower, I made sure I hit all my spots using my scrub to accent my wash. Stepping out, I lotioned my body and threw on a couple spritz. Heading to the closet, I settled for a chill black t-shirt and black sweats before topping off the fit with my Retro Mid Red Velvets. Layering some necklaces and a couple rings, I quickly removed my bonnet and admired my hair as I heard Ari pulling up. Rolling my eyes and laughing, I put on some strawberry gloss before flicking it up real quick and heading outside. Stepping in her whip, I looked up as she whined. "Girlllllll, what are you wearing? You look like a whole pretty ass stud!" Arielle fussed as I shook my head. "I told you I didn't wanna go forreal. Be lucky I'm in this car, bitch." "Ugh, you get on my nerves!" "Where are we going anyway?" "Don't even worry about allat." She smiled before pulling off as I rolled my eyes and uploaded my pics.

@kierras_world: Certified heartbreaker🖤💯

Riding along as she bumped some hood shit to get us in the party mood, we laughed and rapped along before pulling up to Cru. Seeing the sign out front that read 'Greek Night' I looked over at her and mugged her. "Ari, what the fuck are we doing here?!" "What you mean?" She mumbled placing on her gloss and checking her face as I crossed my arms. "I'm not fucking going in here." "Girl! It is not gonna be that bad. We just gone pop in so I can see Lando for a little bit and then we'll be out." "Arielle, no we won't! You gone get in that mothafucka and start humping on him and he ain't gone want you to leave. I'm not tryna be anywhere near Erik and you know that!" "Kiki, I'm sorryyyyy! It'll be just for a little bit ok? Who knows, you might meet your new nigga." Rolling my eyes to the pit of hell, I threw a mini fit in my seat before grabbing my ID out my bag as she smiled. "Ouuuu, I promise you won't regret it, now let's hurry up! I'm tryna get a good spot to see my man during their stroll."

Walking in, we were fully engulfed into the chaos of frat brothers and sorors mixing and mingling among the masses as the music blasted from the speakers. Spotting Lando as he chatted with his friends, Ari went running into his arms as I rolled my eyes. "Baeeee! You look so handsome tonight, Daddy." She whimpered sweetly as he nuzzled her neck with kisses. "I can say the same for you, sexy. You tryna make a nigga act up in this club, baby?" He husked as she giggled obnoxiously against his chest. Smiling at her, he looked up finally acknowledging me. "Wassup, Ki?" "Nun much. How you doing, Lando?" "I'm better now that my baby here. Your man E around here somewhere." He stated looking around for Erik as I shook my head. "He is definitely not my man!" I clarified as he looked past me chuckling. "So I'm not ya man, baby?" He breathed against my ear as I shivered under his touch.

Turning me to face him, I fought tooth and nail trying not to get lost in his appearance as he stared me down. Looking away from him, he gently lifted my chin back to face him. "Can you fucking move?" "No! Why you been dodging me, Bunny?" He asked calling me by that awful nickname that I used to cherish so much. "Move, Erik." "Will you just talk to me? What did I do wrong, baby?" He murmured against my neck slinking his strong arms around my waist and rubbing my backside. "Baby, um, I got the shots. What is she doing here?" His new little piece, Jayda, asked in confusion as her and her girls eyed me with hatred. "Exactly why the fuck you're blocked, nigga." I spat prying his hands off me before walking off.

Erik

"Why the fuck was she over here, Erik?!" "Man watch the fuck out! Why you so pressed about it for? We not together." "We fucking every night like we are though!" She rebutted mugging me as I clenched my jaw. "Key word, fucking. You just a quick ass nut for me, mama. It ain't nothing special between us so do yoself a favor and wake the fuck up." I spat getting in her face as she frowned on the verge of throwing puppy dog eyes as if I gave a fuck. "Baby, why are you even chasing her?! She's not here with you, I am! I don't know why you worried about that fat bitch." She ranted. "And just who the fuck you calling a fat bitch?! Cause you not ever competing with my best friend, not even on her worst day." Ari gritted pushing past me, Kari, and Jayda as he sighed and mugged me. "Whatever this shit is? Handle it. Got me getting in trouble and shit cause yo hoe don't wanna act right a-" He continued to rant as I palmed my forehead.

Spotting our rivals as they strolled through, I put on my game face as their chapter sponsor, professor Cross, conversed and joked with ours, Dr. Anderson and his wife, Vanessa. Getting the other brothers in line, we watched the tail end of their side strolling in to one of their anthems as we made eye contact with Terry and his lackeys performing one of their arduous chants. Can't believe I ever called this nigga a friend. Growing up, me and Terry were thick as thieves, always in some shit together or just chilling. We even planned our careers together, both choosing to embark on our academics at Clark Atlanta University with Kiki by our sides. Shit took a turn junior year a little after Kierra and I made things official, but I'll never know why. I feel like his ass was jealous of what we had so he decided to distance himself, but that ain't none of my business. My only priority is Kierra and getting back into her good graces.

Looking up, I noticed he was all in her face as she giggled at his antics. Hell naw! Telling Jakari to hold down the line, I made my way over to break up their lil happy time. "Ahahaha!" I chuckled obnoxiously as she cast a cold glare in my direction. "Ain't this beautiful? My old friend and my girl, who would have thought?" “Nigga I’m not your girl. Move!" "Nahhhh, I wanna know what's so funny? Shiiiiit, I like to laugh." "I see you two need to talk. Kiki, I'll text you the address to that after party." "Bet thank you so much, Tee." "Anytime, beautiful." He smiled kissing her hand before throwing a smug look my way and walking off. "Kierra, what the fuck is that about?" "I don’t have to explain shit to you, bye Erik." "Will you stop walking away from this?! From us?" "You left us behind when you fucked that bitch and got her pregnant!" Sighing, I closed my eyes and nodded. "I understand, Kiki. I made a mistake but I give you my word that I've changed. Why can't you see that?" "Because this isn't the first time you've given your word and lied to my face." She murmured quickly wiping her face and walking off.

Terry

Watching Kierra as she stood off to the side sulking, I shook my head. That nigga still a fucking clown, I see. Walking up to her, I tapped her on the shoulder causing her to look up from her red cup. "Why you over here frowning, man?" "I don't really wanna talk about it, Tee." She frowned waving me off. Moving in front of her, I tilted her chin with the tip of my fingertips as I stared into her beautiful eyes. "Kierra, I've known yo ass since diapers so allow me to say this shit and take heed to my advice... fuck that weak ass nigga. I mean that shit from the bottom of my heart. You doing all this huffin' and puffin' when you could be getting that juicy ass pussy ate from the back. Now stop whining over this man and go get you some." I spat sincerely her eyes glazed over.

Watching her carefully to see if she would take heed to my message, she slowly played with her fingers before staring up at my lips. Heaving a sigh, she reached up and brought my mouth to hers in a deep, sensual kiss. Feeling the electricity crackling off of her body, I seized the moment and reached down squeezing her ass as I had dreamt of doing for years. Moaning sweetly, she gripped my camo pants yanking me closer to her as I bit her lip. "Wait, wait. Not here. Pop up to the after party." "I definitely will. Bring your fine ass friend too." She smiled biting her lip as she pointed behind me. "Shiiiit, which one?" I asked as she gazed over at Keem, Dwayne, and Duke. "Mmmmm, how bout you pick. Surprise me." She smirked kissing my cheek as I bit my lip and smacked her ass while she walked away. Chuckling to myself, I looked up and watched as Erik glared at me along with his lame ass bros, Lando, Jordan, and Rome. "Aye, Duke!" "Wassup, bruh?" "We got some shit to handle tonight." "Aii, bet that up."

**AN HOUR LATER**

Kierra

Walking into the after party at the Que house as the music boomed from the speakers, I watched the sexy bodies grind and gyrate on the main floor as drunken classmates continued living their best life. Watching Terry's fine ass emerge from the kitchen, I licked my bottom lip as his eyes found mine causing him to come closer. Wrapping his strong hands around my waist, he smirked leaning down to my ear to talk over the beat. "Glad you could make it." "Me too." I giggled before feeling chills as his lips gently caressed my neck. "Damn, you smell so fucking good, girl. Always got that vanilla shit on." He husked as I giggled harder. "I'm forreal, girl. Be making a nigga wanna bite yo fine ass." "What's stopping you?" I got serious challenging him as he walked further up on me. Gesturing him forward with my index finger, I gasped as he tossed me over his broad shoulders and glided up the stairs.

Making it into his bedroom, he placed me on my feet before encasing me in a breathtakingly sultry kiss. Exploring each other's mouths, I whimpered as he squeezed my tender breasts and backed me toward the bed. "I been waiting a long time to touch you." He praised slowly undressing me to reveal the lingerie I had changed into before arriving. Thank God I got my monthly maintenance done a few days ago. "Fuuuuuck, Kiki." He groaned making love to me with his gaze as I did a slow twirl for him. "I'm bout to fuck the everlasting shit out of you, girl." "Not so fast, baby. Where's your back up?" Smirking deviously, he let out a deep gutted 'augh' before his homeboy walked in locking the door. "Mmmm, I love a little chocolate with my caramel. What's your name, baby?" "I'm Duke." "Ouuu, I like that. Show me your best neck roll, Duke." Watching him stick out his thick pink tongue, he slowly recoiled rolling his neck and shoulders as I bit my nail. "Very impressive. Now let's see you put that tongue to use."

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"Fuuuuuuuck, Daddy!!! Eat that shit just like that!" I cried out grinding on Duke's wonderful tongue as I resumed sucking off Terry. I was in agonizing bliss as he gripped and yanked at my hair. I'm already knowing Tasha gone have a field day when I go to my next hair appointment! "Fuck, you eating that dick up so good, Mama. That nasty fucking mouth." He praised smacking my cheek before gripping my chin and the back of my head to hold me in place. "Don't you fucking run." He seethed slowly sliding his tip to touch the back of my throat as tears and snot rained and down my face. Finally freeing me, he continued smacking my face as I shivered on top of Duke's face. I was in fucked out heaven with no desire to return earth side as his tongue made love to my aching clit.

Taken out of my trance as Tee grabbed my throat, he told me to open up before spitting in my mouth and kissing me roughly. Grinding my waist from the sensation of the kiss, I felt his buddy massaging my juicy ass. "Mmmm, eat it baby!" I moaned reaching back to grip and jerk Duke's member in my hand as my climax rumbled from within. "Nah, you using the wrong shit to grip with, shawty." Duke smiled licking my essence off his lips and he tapped me to lean up. Slipping up off of him, we changed places as I arched my ass high in the air for Terry and started to suck Dee off. Using his paddle to lash my behind, I shook under his powerful 'love taps' before he massaged his tip against my opening. "Damn, baby, stop teasing! Where's the big dawg at?" "He right fucking here, girl, don't play wit me." "Let me pet that dawg then." I mewled reaching between my legs to stroke him before eyeing Duke as I throated him deeply. "You a muhfuckin' tease you know that?" Duke realized. "It's part of my major." "Oh really? I got something for that." Tee chimed before slamming into me. "Damn, Daddy, that's all you got?" I smirked knowing it would wake up the beast. Chuckling deeply, he gripped both of my wrists before power driving me while Duke held onto my head. "Mmmmm!!" "Nahhhh, where's allat back talk, baby? You wanted the big dawgs, come and get 'em."

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[firefly--bright]

omg meeting jean’s family and spending christmas/new years w them ??

YES i went with spending christmas eve with them!! this might be a bit too specific but its something ive been thinking about for a while :D thank you for the ask!! :33 taglist ; @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody , @hopeless-anti-romantic-again , @jeanscremebrulee , @berrijam , @happxme , @cherrypieyourface , @imgayandshesanime , @moonmalice , @kivernova , @potaho3frog , @xakilicious , @katestrophes , @gojo-ana , @ppushable, @candleohappiness , @zombiefiedskeivy , @1ovede1uxe ❅ masterlist is in pinned post ❅ enter my taglist ❅ requests for headcanons are open! ❅

❅ backstory on his family a bit first! okay so in my head it. it was was him and his mom at first. his dad wasnt in his life all that much and would only show up randomly. right. caused issues in his psyche. more about this in upcoming dusk to dawn chapters (PLEASE BE PATIENT W ME GUYS)

❅ and so when he was like. 13 or something. already hormonal teenager, his mom married this guy who already had two daughters, one of whom was older than him and one was younger.

❅ anyway. it took him a while to be okay with all of that, because he got really protective over his mom at one point and threatened his now stepdad with the whole "if u hurt my mom i will hunt u down and make u wish u never lived" mind u hes like 14

❅ ANYWAY so in my head he has an older sister who older to him by like 5 years and younger one is like 3 years younger than him. they didnt get along at first, obviously, being kids and allat. none of them were okay with this but with coaxing from their parents they found out that they werent terribly company, actually. again more on this in dusk to dawn upcoming chapters i swear

❅ ok so back to the request!! christmas in the kirstein household is beautiful ok. their house isnt super duper big but is well off enough, and jean's parents always go full out for it. lights and beautiful decorations, one of the prettiest houses on the block. youre obviously super nervous even if you had talked to his mom a couple times on the phone when she forced jean to give it to you. his sisters knew about you on social media and whatnot but thats way different than meeting in real life

❅ and jean tells you that his mom already loves you so you have nothing to worry about. "but what about your sisters and dad?" "my dad trusts my mom and will literally do anything she says so he will love you. my sisters will love you because youre you, stop worrying so much." he says even though everytime he has to talk to your family hes also scared shitless.

❅ you see their house and your jaw drops to the floor. he mumbles something about how they outdid themselves and how he's pretty sure theyre the ones trying to impress you. you only half listen to him tho

❅ anyway!! his mom opens the door and immediately hugs you. WARMEST HUG EVER BTW. cold outside be damned and she hugs you for a good two minutes before pulling away and then scolds jean for not wearing a beanie. "so i just dont get a hug?" and thats when she hugs him.

❅ the inside of their house is just as decked out as the outside. their christmas tree almost takes up the whole room. imagine those cozy romcom houses on christmas :') his dad is chilling by the record player (that jean has told you about) and gives jean the. guy hug like the two pats on the shoulder one. welcomes you in, shows you to you room, tells you to treat it as your home because it is your home. theyre all such warm people honestly

❅ his little sister isnt there to greet the two of you until after youve almost settled into jean's old room. its just big enough for the two of you and youre going through his old posters and things on the walls while jean tells you that "that was just a phase, honestly, haha, im not even that person anymore.." as if u dont kow everything about him already. and then his little sister walks in with some hot cocoa in her hand and looks at the two of you for a couple seconds and then says "how did this ugly ass bag you."

❅ anyway. turns out his older sister is going to be there by evening time so you help out in the kitchen, and jeans mom shoos him out of there coming up with some excuse of how his dad needs him or something. and then she tells you about all the times he wet his bed as a kid. this woman is dead set on embarassing her son tbh. i love her

❅ youre bonding over having a shared love for baking and shes giving you tips when his little sister walks in again. "did she tell u about how many times he used to wet the bed?"

❅ you find out shes studyinng to be a lawyer, in her first year of uni rn so shes super busy. his mom says shes very smart and shes just bashful and says "im not that good," waving a hand infront her face and you cant help but note that jean does the same fucking thing when someone gives him a genuine compliment. except that he usually follows with "i mean- unless youre into that." or something that ruins the soft moment.

❅ anyway. you meet his older sister soon, and she's almost identical to mama kirstein, mannerisms wise. the same laugh, her voice just a little bit deeper, the same sense of style, almmost everything. she embraces you in her warmth as soon as she steps in, tells you how excited she has been to meet you and that jean cannot stop telling her about you. she asks about your career and you find out shes also like jean with her passion and drive in her own career, and you get into an indepth discussion about it over a glass of wine until its time for dinner

❅ dinner is fucking beautiful. mama kirstein only let you help with the smallest things because you insisted, and she paid attention to any and all dietary restrictions you might have. sibling fights w jean and his sisters and you figure out why he hates his hair being touched (because his sisters always mess it up. thats literally all its not even that deep) jean and his dad eventually have a discussion about wines and stuff and its so obvious. right. they comb their hand through their hair in the same direction in the same way and youre like OH THAT MAKES SENSE.

❅ at one point you fix jean's collar and his sister is like "man u cant even do one thing right" to him, and his mom brings up marraige at the same time and jean chokes on his food. its not why she asked it that shocked him its just how she asked it. its so casual - "youre such a child, jean," his younger sister says, and his dad is talking over them, "alright, just because his collar is a little dishevled," and jeans glaring at his sister as you fix it and theyre all kinda talking over eachother right and you fix it and its like a little soft moment and he mumbles a "thank you" and his eyes are like shining and his hand is on your thigh and you roll your eyes in fake annoyance. and his mom is just, "so marraige."

❅ LMFAO moving on. theres dessert. you help with the clean up and jeans sister tells you that when they were small they used to make pancakes for their parents and jean got flour everywhere and she was always the one who cleaned it up. jean would worry about the presentation more than the taste and their younger sister would make the coffee, accidentally putting in too much sugar which went unnoticed until papa kirstein had to gulp down a wince at how sweet it was. speaking of, jean and him were in the living room and you could hear his voice clear as day complaining about how he just doesnt have enough vinyls and his dad telling him exact coordinates of where he'd find them <3

❅ and theyre all SO SWEET UGH like you can clearly see eahcother's influence in them. of course this cant be complete without mama kirstein showing you his old baby pics. hes so red in the face when his mom points out how chubby his cheeks were and his older sister pinches his cheek and he swats her hand away which turns into a small cat fight. dont talk about it. his dad puts some music on and claps his hands, "monopoly, anyone?" which then turns into a whole game night :')

❅ complete the night with a movie where you and jean fall asleep on eachother halfway through the movie, and his younger sister takes like 2000 pictures of the two of you with different filters on. as blackmail.

❅ bonus you wake up to pictures sent by an unknown number with different pictures of jean throughout his embarassing teenage years and his (gasp) emo bad boy phase in highschool... cringe...

god i love this man. i want him and his family so bad. anyway! thank you for the ask!! and for your patience :333

sorry for not making a moodboard, I couldn't find enough pictures with the vibe I wanted to go for (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

[d0llcuries]

hiii i have a request!!

so i was thinking like lo’ak x omatikaya reader where she is kind of like looked up to by the clan, perfect, sort of high achiever you get me? who is childhood bsf with lo’ak, who’s obv the clans resident trouble maker (love him for that). anyway something like lo’ak feeling down, could be abt him feeling like an outcast, maybe because of his human features or feeling alone like when his dad is being harsh on him and reader reassuring him and comforting him about it? maybe a lil romance at the end, just a peck on the lips or smth like that 🤭🤭 (he’d def be all shy and blushing!!!)

he’s so cute ☹️☹️

NOTHING LIKE YOU

pairing(s): lo'ak x fem!na'vi! reader

summary: after a particularly rough lecture from his father, lo'ak is overwhelmed by self-doubt. a shame he can't see himself the way she does.

author's note: my first time writing for someone other than neteyam yayayayayayaya!1!1!1! please please lmk if lo'ak is ooc or not, first time writing for him and allat. for sum reason i believe that lo'ak uses more contractions in her speech than neteyam? howeverrrr i can edit that out if it's unnatural or annoying!! feedback is much appreciated <3 i hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed reading it ૮ㅠㅁㅠ ა!! he's so cute i want to swallow him.

the air hung heavy, thick as syrup, pressing down like a hand on lo’ak’s chest. the forest breathed around him in uneven pulses, twitching with the weight of damp heat and muted sound. he stumbled through the underbrush, his five-fingered hand ghosting over leaves slick with dew, as if by touching them he could somehow wipe away the anger, the embarrassment, the sting of not being enough. he wasn’t being chased. no one was behind him, and yet, his legs moved like they were running from something he couldn’t name. toruk makto's son, disappointing again.

the jungle was always quieter at dusk, when the light bled away in shades of indigo, leaving the world in hushed twilight. animals burrowed down, and the hum of life dulled to nothing but a murmur. lo’ak should’ve found peace in it, unfortunately lo'ak never seemed to live up to any sort of expectation. instead of blissful tranquility in the pandoran forest, lo'ak felt jagged, raw-edged, like something torn and fraying at the seams. he slouched against a tree, the bark scraping against his back, the roughness a welcome distraction. you never think, his father’s voice cracked in his head, and lo’ak could almost feel the words burning into his skin like a brand. jake’s disapproval clung tighter than the sweat on his brow, more permanent than any bruise or scar. you never think.

funny how that worked. all lo’ak ever did was think. every misstep, every reckless move, wasn’t born out of carelessness but from the gnawing, relentless churn of his mind. he thought about his place, about the weight of his five-fingered hands and what they meant, about every word he said or didn’t say, each action that pushed him further from the son jake wanted. he thought about the shadow of his brother, flawless in every way, always saving him, always being the one his father and mother turned to with pride. lo'ak thought about the things he shouldn’t have done, about why he could never measure up, about the way people looked at him. thinking was a curse he couldn’t escape, the thoughts chewing him alive from the inside, carving out pieces of him that jake would never see. would never try to see.

he exhaled, and the sound was rough, scraping. he didn’t even feel the burn of shame anymore; it was just a dull ache, something too familiar to sting.

he had slipped away right before dinner, the weight of the evening gathering behind his eyes, unbearable, like something pressing in on him from all sides. he hadn’t meant to stay out this long, but once his legs had carried him into the wild, they refused to stop. the forest breathed with him, low and quiet, an uncertain calm that swallowed the noise of his thoughts, even if only for a moment. each breath felt tight, like the air had grown too thick to pull in fully. his stomach clenched, but not from hunger. he didn’t deserve to sit at the family fire tonight.

he stayed still, watching shadows spill over the ground, long and lazy. the bioluminescence began to stir, slow at first, then all at once, until the ground beneath him pulsed with soft light, a heartbeat of the land that seemed to glow brighter with each passing minute. as the forest came alive in waves of blue and violet, his skin responded in kind, freckles igniting like constellations across his face and arms, glowing in harmony with the earth beneath him, the colors shifting in time with his breath, painting him in the same soft, ethereal hues that surrounded him.

closing his eyes he let the noise of the fauna pull him away from his thoughts. it didn't last long though, for shortly after experiencing the calm he heard her calling, a faint voice delicate in the distance, and something inside him twisted. tempted to respond to her call, her name lingered on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t let it escape. her voice came through the air again, this time closer, soft and threaded with that same gentle concern she always had for him. it slid under his skin, settling there, making his skin itch with the weight of being sought after. he didn’t respond, hoping that maybe she’d leave him to wallow in self-pity. but he knew better. she wouldn’t leave him out here, not if she figured something was wrong.

the thought of facing her now—kind eyes that always saw more of him than he wanted to show, the gentle lilt of her voice asking questions he couldn’t answer made his throat close up.

“lo’ak,” her voice was breathless, catching on the night air, and when he glanced over his shoulder, there she was—out of breath, a plate in her hands. the scent of his favorite food wafted toward him, mingling with the earthiness of the forest. she looked almost relieved to have found him, her chest rising and falling, though there was a slight edge to her expression, a quiet urgency. running through the forest at this hour wasn’t safe, especially not with her hands full, but there she stood, smiling, proud to have brought something she thought might make him feel better. how could she be so good, so whole, when he was a mess of parts that didn’t fit together?

he shook his head softly and turned away, “iʼm not hungry.”

he couldn’t bring himself to meet her eyes, couldn’t bear to see that concern deepen, the way it always did when he pushed her away. everything inside him had knotted up so tightly that there wasn’t room for anything else, much less something as simple as sustenance.

she clicked her tongue, “how could you not be hungry?” she asked, tilting her head, her brows knitting together in that gentle, almost teasing way that always made him feel like a child again. the look was warm, doting, as if nurturing was in her blood, something she did instinctively without thinking. she crouched down beside him, bringing the plate a little closer as though the smell alone might coax his hunger out from where it had retreated. “you have been busy all day. you need to eat.”

he didn't say anything in response.

“you run so fast from me,” she truly couldn’t understand why he would always distance himself from her when he got emotional. lo'ak couldn’t even sit next to her without feeling like the atmosphere was too thin, like he’d never quite deserve to breathe the same air as her.

perfect, graceful she was made up entirely of the things that he wasn’t. she was the one the clan spoke about in whispers of admiration, the one they held up on a pedestal, untouchable. lo’ak was nothing in comparison. just jake sully’s second son, always falling short.

“tell me, what is wrong?”

they grew up like mismatched pieces that somehow fit perfectly, always close enough to touch, always drawn back to each other. she willingly and eagerly followed lo’ak wherever he went. he had this need to push every boundary, climb the highest trees, dive headfirst into trouble, and she was always right there, laughing at his antics and making sure he didn’t get swallowed whole. it didn’t make sense to a lot of people in the clan. how could she, so composed and perfect in her ways, be so tied to someone who seemed to never know what he was doing? they had long accepted lo’ak’s bond with spider, THAT made sense. after all, the two of them always causing trouble, always seen, always heard, their mischief out in the open, but lo’ak and yn? that was harder for them to grasp. their bond didn’t need to be performed for the world. it was seen in the way they moved around each other without speaking, how she would look for him when no one else thought to, how he’d drift toward her whenever spider was busy with kiri, or when the wight of his differences were too much to bear alone. they didn’t have to be seen together for the clan to know there was something there, something binding them in ways most wouldn’t understand, like the forest itself was in on their secret. it didn't matter that they never seemed to solve the puzzle. it was simple, really. he kept her world interesting, and she kept his from spinning out of control.

her favorite thing was begging him for ikran rides, her voice playful, her eyes bright as she nudged and nagged until he gave in. she wasn’t reckless like him, not by a long shot, but when they were up in the sky together, soaring high above the treetops, she felt invincible. gripping tight to his waist as the wind whipped through her hair, laughing when his ikran would dip low or swerve fast, she trusted him completely—even when he pushed things too far. she loved his wild, the way he pushed boundaries she wouldn’t dare.

“does it matter?” his voice cracked against the weight of her gaze, as if he could somehow deflect it with bitterness. he couldn’t. it slid right off her, her eyes soft and unwavering.

“what do you mean? of course it matters,” she said, quieter now, and lo’ak wished she wouldn’t speak like that. her hand brushed against his and he tensed although her touch was not unfamiliar. he hated how she made the walls he’d built around himself feel like they were made of paper.

“you don’t need to be here,” he said, trying to put some distance between them, though it was more emotional than physical. “i’m fine. just go back to the clan!”

she shook her head, her ears tilting down slightly, a sign of disappointment. her ears always betrayed her emotions first, more than her face ever did. “i am not leaving you because you are not fine,” she said softly, her tail flicking once behind her, “you never are, when you run away from everything.”

lo’ak groaned, rubbing his weary eyes with his hands. “my dad and i got into a fight again. he thinks iʼm a failure.”

“he does not think that,” she whispered, her voice so soft it almost got lost in the night air. “your father… he only wishes to protect you. he worries for you. we all do.”

lo’ak’s jaw tightened, a dissatisfied laugh slipping past his lips before he could stop it. “protect me?” his eyes flicked up to meet hers, the faint glow of the bioluminescence casting shadows across his face, making the anger there seem darker, deeper. “is that what you think? that all of this… all of his disappointment is just him trying to protect me?” he shook his head. “no. it’s not about protection. it’s about me never being enough. i’m not neteyam. i’m not the son he wanted, the one he can be proud of. and no matter what i do, i never will be.”

“lo'ak.” her words came sharp like a branch snapping underfoot. it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to hear him talk badly about himself. “do you know how terrifying it is when you get yourself into trouble?” her eyes flashed, wide and unblinking as she leaned in, voice dropping into something raw, almost pleading. “you think they are disappointed, but all i see is fear. your father, your mother, your brother... they do not want to lose you.” she was breathless, the frustration of caring so much about someone who couldn’t see how loved he was made it difficult to control her emotions.

“you think i don’t know that?” he muttered, his voice low, almost broken. “you think i don’t see the way they look at me like i’m about to fall apart at any second?” his fingers curled into fists, dirt clinging to his skin. “that’s all i am to them—one more thing to worry about. one more mistake waiting to happen. they should be scared. i can’t get anything right. it's not like i can expect you to understand anyway,” lo’ak muttered, his words slipping out before he could stop them. “you’ll never understand. you don’t know what it’s like to be… different. alien.” he held up his hand, his five fingers spread wide, the sight of them filling him with that familiar, twisting disgust. “you’re perfect. you belong here. nobody is ashamed to call you their daughter.”

her eyes flicked to his hand, and for a moment, she was silent, her expression unreadable. then, slowly, her fingers reached out, brushing against his. lo’ak froze, his breath catching in his throat as she gently folded his hand into hers, his five fingers curling against her four. “you are not less because you are different,” she whispered, her voice soft, but there was something fierce beneath it, something that burned. “you have always belonged.”

her fingers slipped into his, hesitant at first, searching for something to hold onto, something steady. but when they tried to weave together, her hand stuttered over the extra finger, and it felt wrong. she paused, trying again, adjusting her grip, but it didn’t fit the way it should have. his five fingers felt too strange, like a reminder of everything he wished he wasn’t. the spaces between them never quite aligned, her skin brushing awkwardly against his. he pulled away slightly, the discomfort crawling up his arm, a quiet frustration settling in his chest. he hated it—the way their hands refused to find their place, like some invisible force was reminding him he didn’t belong in the shape of her world. why couldn’t she see?

“i’m nothing.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the words tasting bitter as they left his mouth. “if i hadn’t been born, everyone’s life would be better. my father’s… yours…”

lo'ak hadn’t really meant that, not deep down. his emotions were so high in that moment that the words just slipped out. he thought maybe she'd have been used to his wild talk by now, but maybe he underestimated how much him and his words affected her.

her breath caught, a sharp sound that cut through him, making his heart stumble in his chest.. she stared at him, her eyes wide, the shock of his words cutting deep, and for a moment, everything was silent, the air between them thick and still. a world without lo’ak? the mere thought made her nauseous. “do not say that!” her voice cracked, barely holding together.

“it is not true!” she choked, voice barely a whisper, cracking at the edges. it felt as though speaking any louder would shatter her, as though the weight of her own sadness might spill out and crush them both. she blinked rapidly, fighting against the burn in her throat, because this wasn’t about her. she couldn’t let him see her falter, couldn’t let him carry her pain when his own was already suffocating.

images flickered in her mind, memories that felt too vivid now, too sharp, as if dredged from some untouched corner of her soul. she was little again, no older than six, clutching her tiny hands to her chest as she cried over a lost wooden carving, her father’s gift. she had been inconsolable, convinced the world had ended. heaving sobs wracking her body as she curled up in the dirt, believing with all of her little heart that nothing could ever be okay again.

but lo'ak had been there, possessing boundless patience that didn’t belong to a boy his age, he had stood beside her, waiting. he watched her fall apart with an unreadable look in his amber eyes, letting her mourn her little tragedy. and when he thought she had cried enough, he’d grabbed her hand, his fingers sticky from the sap of some half-eaten fruit, and tugged her up without a word. his grin—reckless, too big for his face—split his features wide as he pulled her along, like none of it had been real.

“let’s go,” he’d said, turning the whole thing into an adventure, turning her devastation into something manageable, like a game. his laughter had cut through her sobs, breaking them apart. it hadn’t mattered that her world felt ruined—lo’ak had refused to let her stay in that place, distracting her with stories, making her forget for just a while that her heart was breaking.

they had searched for hours, wandering the village and the forest, him talking about everything but the lost carving, weaving tales of daring and danger to pull her out of her sadness. and when he found it, tucked between two thick roots like treasure he had willed back into existence, his smile had been triumphant.

“see? told you i’d find it.”

she had admired him so much in that moment, and in a way that burned, fierce and bright, but quiet, like a secret flame in her chest. there was something wild in him, something untamed, but to her, it wasn’t the wild that threatened to tear everything down. it was the kind that whispered to her of home, of things that endured—the scent of pine after rain, the way a river carves its path into stone over years and years, patient, relentless. the admiration never tired out, even ad they changed and grew as young people. and now, hearing him say he didn’t matter, that the world would spin smoother without him, it made her ache in places she didn’t know could ache. how could he not see it? the way he carried so much of the world in him.

“you are not worthless, lo’ak,” she whispered, and the words barely held together. her ears flattened against her head, her pristine tears falling before she could catch them, soft, steady, like they’d been waiting there for ages. she didn’t wipe them away. she let them fall because the weight of it all was too much to hold back now.

lo’ak swallowed, his throat tight, his mind scrambling for something to do with the sight of her like this, devastated and trembling. he hated it. hated how he made everything worse, how he couldn’t even be what she needed. he didn’t know how to handle it, how to stop the feeling that he was breaking something fragile. stop stop stop stop—

“i’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice wavering like a rope about to snap, his hands hovering in the space between them, afraid to touch, to make it worse. great job lo'ak, he thought to himself, how typical this is for you. she tried to help him, make him feel better and he made her sob. he had never been good at fixing things, just breaking them. “i didn’t mean to—” but she shook her head, cutting him off before he could stumble further. she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“i wish you could see what i see.”

the space between them seemed to shrink, collapse, there was nothing left but her eyes, soft and kind amongst the steady rhythm of his own heart betraying him, beating louder than it should. he didn’t know how to hold this. how to let it in. how to let her in.

“what do you see?” he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. but the way her fingers tightened around his, the way her thumb traced the lines of his skin like she was mapping something sacred, made him wait for it, made him need the answer.

she smiled, not wide, not bright, but something smaller, more fragile, like the first light before dawn, tentative and full of promise. “i see someone brave. someone who doesn’t know how brave he is. someone kind and funny and caring. you mean more to me than anyone else in my life.”

she ached to reach him, every pulse in her chest heavy with that quiet longing, wanting him to believe in himself the way she did.

“i do not think i can show you,” she whispered, her voice breaking, a strange vulnerability settling over her. she swallowed hard. “but perhaps… i can help you feel it.”

her words lingered in the air like smoke, curling around him, sinking deep into his bones. he could feel her breath, warm and steady, brushing against his skin, each syllable clinging to him as if it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this moment. she didn’t pull away, and neither did he. his heart was pounding, louder than anything else, filling the spaces between them. her hands stayed where they were, gently cradling his face. his skin tingled under her touch, the warmth of her palms soothing the tension that had been coiling tight within him for what felt like an eternity.

time moved slowly now, the edges of the world blurring into nothing but the quiet rustle of the forest and the steady rise and fall of their breaths. lo'ak could barely breathe, could barely think with her so close, the scent of her wrapping around him like a balm, something tender and grounding. he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way, so seen, so unguarded. her eyes were locked onto his, unwavering, soft with a tenderness that made his chest ache. it terrified him, the weight of her gaze, the way she looked at him. what is she doing?

he wanted to say something, anything, to fill the thick silence, but the words were trapped, stuck somewhere between his heart and his throat. her thumbs traced slow, tender lines over the sharp angles of his cheekbones and he didn’t even know he was leaning in until their lips touched, just barely, a whisper of contact that left him trembling. he felt the press of her against him, light, tentative, like she was holding a piece of his soul in her hands, and for a moment, he forgot everything else. the weight of his father’s disappointment, the endless ache of not being enough. it all fell away. there was only her, the gentle way she kissed him.

when she pulled back, it was slow, deliberate, as if she didn’t want to let go. her hands remained on his face, her fingers brushing against the edge of his jaw, her gaze never faltering. lo’ak’s chest heaved with the effort to breathe, to steady himself, his mind was still swimming, struggling to make sense of what had just happened, the world around him tilting as he blinked, his mouth slightly open, searching for the right words—but nothing came. his tongue felt heavy, thoughts tangled, too jumbled to push out even the smallest coherent sentence. “wh-why?” he managed to stutter, his voice small, almost fragile, a single word wrapped in confusion, disbelief, and something that felt a lot like awe. his hands, still trembling at his sides, twitched like he wanted to reach for her but didn’t know how.

was this real? was she real? she’d always been pretty, sure, but now? the kiss had sent him straight back to eywa, he was certain he was no longer on pandora. what was he supposed to do now?

her response snapped him out of his panic. “because you needed to know,” she whispered. “you are worth more than you’ll ever realize, lo’ak. you are worth everything to me.”

her words, so quiet, so simple, settled over him like a blanket, warm and heavy. lo’ak swallowed hard, his throat tight, his eyes burning. he wasn’t sure he believed her, not yet, but something in the way she looked at him, in the way she touched him, made him want to try. for the first time, maybe he could imagine what it might feel like to be enough.

bazinga. feedback is much appreciated (๑>◡<๑)