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Full Body Health Checkup: Benefits and Importance

Prevention is always greater than cure when it comes to your health. Regular full-body health exams are essential for preventative healthcare because they help you identify possible health problems early, make wise decisions about your health, and ultimately live a better, happier life.  At Star Imaging and Path Labs in Delhi, we understand the significance of these checkups and offer comprehensive packages to help you take charge of your health.

The Significance of Full Body Health Checkups

Many individuals often seek full body checkups near me exclusively when they experience discomfort or illness. However, waiting until symptoms manifest can be a risky approach to healthcare. Full-body health checkups are designed to shift the focus from reactive healthcare to preventive healthcare. The ensuing discussion outlines the critical reasons behind their importance:

Detecting Underlying Health Issues Early

Finding such health issues before they have a chance to develop into more serious ones is the key. Imagine being able to spot a small crack in a dam before it turns into a major flood – that's the essence of early detection through a health check package.  It's a proactive strategy that encourages us to act, change our lifestyles, and, eventually, live longer and better lives.

Promoting a Healthier Lifestyle

Peace of mind might come from understanding that your health is good. A clean bill of health following a full body test may ease tension and worry. Without having to worry about prospective health problems, you may concentrate on other elements of your life.

Risk Assessment

Full-body checkups help identify a person's risk factors. Healthcare practitioners can offer individualized advice to lower the chance of acquiring particular diseases by looking at factors including family history, lifestyle choices, and age. Informed decisions concerning one's health may now be made by people thanks to this.

What Does a Full Body Health Checkup Include?

Typically, a complete body checkup includes the following tests:

Firstly, a blood test to check blood sugar levels, liver function, and a few other things.

Then comes the imaging tests like X-Rays, MRIs and Ultrasounds.

Important signs and measurements like blood pressure, body temperature and heart rate.

Consultations with healthcare specialists to address the concerns.

Benefits of Choosing Star Imaging and Path Labs

At Star Imaging and Path Labs in Delhi, we take pride in offering state-of-the-art technology and facilities for your full body health checkup needs. Our highly trained and experienced medical professionals are committed to providing you with the best possible care. We offer comprehensive and customizable health checkup packages to suit your individual needs, making it convenient for you to prioritize your health.

Who Should Consider Full Body Health Checkups?

A Full-body checkup serves a large group of people like:

Those who have a family record of a certain disease.

Busy CEOs and professionals with demanding schedules.

Middle-aged adults and seniors who wish to take charge of their health.

Those who need ongoing monitoring for pre-existing medical issues.

The Process of Getting a Full Body Health Checkup

Full body health checkup at Star Imaging and Path Labs is a simple and easy process:

Book an Appointment: Contact our friendly staff to make an appointment for your health checkup at a time convenient for you.

Preparation: Depending on the specific tests included in your package, you may need to fast for a specified period before your appointment. Our team will provide you with0 clear instructions.

The Checkup: Arrive at our facility for your scheduled appointment. Our medical professionals will guide you through the necessary tests and examinations.

Results: Once the tests are complete, you'll receive your results. Our team will help you understand them and provide recommendations if necessary.

Getting on a Journey to Healthier Tomorrow with Star Imaging and Path Labs

Prioritizing your health through a full body health check-up is a wise decision that can yield numerous benefits. Detecting health issues early, promoting a healthier lifestyle, and ensuring peace of mind are just some of the advantages. Star Imaging and Path Labs in Delhi are here to support you on your journey to better health. Take the first step today by booking your full body health checkup and invest in your most valuable asset – your health. Your future self will thank you.

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Are you looking for a comprehensive full-body checkup in Delhi? Swasthalaya offers the best health screening packages at an affordable cost. Our packages are designed to provide a complete analysis of your health and identify potential health issues early on.

Here are some of the reasons why you should choose Swasthalaya for your full body checkup:

Comprehensive Health Screening: Our full body checkup package includes a comprehensive analysis of your health, including blood tests, urine tests, liver function tests, kidney function tests, lipid profiles, thyroid function tests, and more.

Experienced Doctors: Our team of experienced doctors and healthcare professionals will guide you through the process and provide you with personalized recommendations based on your health profile.

Affordable Cost: We understand the importance of maintaining good health, and that's why we offer our full body checkup package at an affordable cost.

Our Full Body Checkup package includes the following tests:

Complete Blood Picture

 T3, T4, TSH 

25-OH Vitamin D3 

Blood Grouping (ABO and RH Typing ) 

Folic Acid

 Iron 

TIBC

 Transferring

Uric Acid 

Vitamin B-12 

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A Bubbly Boost

Eddie had signed up to a new supplement trial a few months ago and heard nothing back, he had almost forgotten about it entirely until this morning when a package arrived for him at his door. It was small only slightly bigger than a ring box and when he opened it up there was a small vial filled with a clear fluid. He checked the box for the instructions.

drink and report how long changes tank using qr code

It was all it said, it seemed simple enough. Eddie swallowed it down without a second thought. It was disgusting and tasted like bubble mixture and was thick like glue in his mouth.

After swallowing it Eddie quickly rushed to get a glass of water to wash the taste out. Quickly gulping down the glass his stomach felt straight, light and hot, and a little bloated. It was a weird sensation that he couldn't describe.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

Eddie suddenly let out a huge belch he didn't even feel coming. After he felt his stomach get heavy as it began to make a large gurgling noise.

BUUUUURRRRRRRP

Eddie felt it that time but couldn't stop it

"aw fuck.." UUUUURRPPP

After the third a sensation began to spread across Eddie's body, like he had just spent 6 hours in the gym doing a full body workout, his body was tight. His stomach felt like it was expanding outwards. Eddie rushed over to a mirror and saw he was in fact bigger, like he had gained 10 pounds of muscle in the last 5 seconds,

he felt the sensation creeping up his neck

BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

Eddie watched as his body expanded with each passing belch. He began to panic but couldn't look away.

At first his shoulders grew wider

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPP

then his chest and lats inflated with mass

BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

His arms blew up so large his bicep would make a basket ball look like a tennis ball.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

His legs began expanding and he had to adjust himself as his massive thighs pushed his dick and balls awkwardly forward.

Eddie began to feel a powerful sensation brewing in his stomach. The gurgling sound rung out through his house and he placed both hands abs feeling the vibrations as he braced himself.

His face grimaced as he felt extreme discomfort brewing under his abs

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP

UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPP

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP

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Eddie began to panic as he watched his perfect abs begin to bloat out into a roid gut

"AW FUCK WH-WHATS HAPPENING TO ME"

Eddie stared in the mirror, his body was ruined, he just wanted a pound or two, not two hundred, and he didn't look anything close to natural, the big growth hormone gut and the small stretch marks that appeared on his pelvis near it made that abundantly clear...

6 Months Later

Eddie couldn't drop even a pound of muscle no matter what he tried, he even took 2 months off from the gym and went on a diet but nothing...not a pound down. However after a bit it started to grow on him, he liked how much he could move in the gym, he liked that he could eat whatever he wanted and it didn't impact how much fat he carried, he liked nobody ever tried to take his seat at house parties, mainly because nobody wanted to sit on sweat soaked fabric but there was one perk he had fallen in love with, something he didn't expect to be such a turn on all the time....

Eddie got home from the gym, dropping his his gym bag and 3 bags of take out trash on the floor, he striped down and left his sweaty gym clothes in a line trailing to his couch. Over the past month Eddie had stopped caring about picking up after himself, it didn't matter anyway he was always sweaty better to embrace it...

Eddie sat down on his couch hearing the thing bend under his weight and watching the sweat from his thighs bleed into the fabric. He put his massive sweaty feet on the coffee table feeling the relief as the massive amount of weight he carried shift onto the couch.

His stomach let out and aggressive gurgle, he placed his hands on his roid gut rubbing his abs feeling them stretch outwards and become tighter. A loud glugging noise rung out into the room

Eddie threw his head back and moaned in response as the tight bloat reached its limit

"ah fuck yeahhh" Eddie lifted his head and smirked feeling the pressure rush up his body

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Devil In Disguise

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Smut, Dom!Reader x Sub!Choi San

Warnings⛔️: Unprotected Sex (Don’t Do That), Cream Pie, Choking, Oral (Receiving), Infidelity, Sub!San, Dom!Reader, ManEater Reader, Rough Sex, Degrading, Spanking, Pussy Whipped San, Manipulation, Now If I Missed Anything, Let Me Know👀😚!

NSFW & Warnings Under Cut - Minors DNI!!!🔞

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You made men and women fall to your feet. Face of an angel, truly. Some think you floated down from heaven. To pure be dating Jung Wooyoung.

You were sitting on Wooyoungs lap as he laughed at another one of Jonghos jokes, the bass from the music slightly annoying you. Your arm thrown around the back of his neck playing with the hairs on the end of his hairline while letting your eyes shift around the room taking in your surroundings.

Wooyoungs hands dangerously drifted down to your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze causing you to slightly wince. Just as you were about to give Wooyoung a piece of your mind, everyone started to hoot and holler. The man of the hour finally entered the room, going on a alcohol run before he was even able to be at the party.

“San-Ah!” Yeosang shouted, excited to see the extra additions of alcohol more than he was to see San.

He was gorgeous, broad shoulders, pink pretty plush lips, a smile that could make a woman drop to her knees. A successful career, he was the full package. Everyone wanted a man like Choi San. You wanted a man like Choi San.

Placing the additional alcohol on a small table near the kitchen, you watch the way his arms flex as he lifts the bags. Muscles just bulging. You are smooth in the way you shift your gaze around, making sure not to spend too long ogling at the man. Your fingers continue to play in Wooyoungs hair. Your gaze shifts over to his other friends. Jeong Yunho, tall and handsome, big doe eyes, and you are sure he’s big somewhere else. You’ve caught him a couple times checking you out but he’s never seemed to notice the lingering gaze you’d have on him. Then there is Choi Jongho, strong strapping Choi Jongho, hands and thighs that could make a woman cry. You had seen him smush a melon in half with his bare hands. You wanted to suck the melon juice off of his fingers but you never teetered that line.

Kim Hongjoong, while he was quite mysterious he was always busy, you never knew much about him besides he worked hard as a producer, he was subtle with his sex appeal but he still had some, a sex appeal you always wanted to explore. Then came the groups oldest, Park Seonghwa, innocent by day, demon by night, you and Wooyoung let him stay at your apartment for the weekend one time, his eyes shifted and shaded you so often. When Woo would leave you’d put extra sway in your hips so you could feel his stare on you. Still believing that you were too “innocent”, to “naive” to be with a man like Jung Wooyoung. If only they knew…

Then you had Kang Yeosang, you could feel his gaze on you when you were alone. You loved to lock eyes with him, it was like a game of domination, waiting to see who would break eye contact first, ten out of ten it was always him who broke it. He’d get so tense, so flustered at your gaze. It was a victory to know you had Wooyoungs best friend in a permanent state of being flustered. Last but not least you had Song Mingi, you were convinced life blessed him with that height and body to make up for the dominance he lacked in the bedroom, once while alone, in a tipsy state he hit on you, not expecting you to meet his gaze and to make him fold faster than you could fold a piece of paper, behind those bold eyes of his, was just a simple submissive man. What a pity.

You always wanted to take a dip into what Choi San would be like, his soft dimpled smile, his kind gestures. It was hard to believe him and Wooyoung were best friends. You loved Wooyoung but the “being in love” phase was long gone. Looking at it now, you were curious as to if there was ever a “love” phase for him from your end. Your friends called you a maneater and did you love it. You had a face a naive man would trust, your actions always proved otherwise.

Wooyoung loves you, yet you knew he wasn’t in love with you. He didn’t want to leave you, he knew he could do no better. Where would he find arm candy like you? He never caught on to the sexual tension between you and his friends, yea he knew they found you hot, but what he didn’t know is that you lived for their burning stare. One stare in particular, Choi San.

There he was making his way towards the friend group, your nails slightly scraping at the skin on the back of Wooyoungs neck. Big dimpled smile on display, you wanted to ruin him in more ways than one.

“Come sit by me!” Wooyoung squeaked, patting the area on the couch cushion beside him, trying his best to be heard over the loud bass. Dodging his way over people's feet, making sure not to step on anyone he happily takes a seat. Eyes crushed into beautiful crescent moons.

“Hey Y/n! Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks sitting down, two bottles of water, and a bottle of Soju for Wooyoung. You smile back politely, fingers pausing before your hand rakes down Wooyoungs chest reaching out for the other water bottle.

“You always throw a big party! I thought this was supposed to be small?” You speak through a chuckle, looking around at the house full of people, a small get together that turned into a full house. Cracking the cap off the soju Wooyoung guzzles down some of the clear liquid. Hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles in your skin, his eyes boar around the place while you see Sans eyes flicker to the gesture before letting out a small cough and looking around the room.

“It was supposed to be…but someone, I’m not going to name any names, told everyone about it.”

“The more the merrier San-Ah. Learn how to live!”

“It’s my get together yet I was on an alcohol run before it started, how is that possible?”

Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders while letting out a laugh, his hand coming to shove Sans shoulder. You could feel the love between them, between all the members. They truly were a family unit. How nice.

San could feel you staring at him, you were like a temptress. He knew deep down you were no good, yet he wanted you in various ways. He wanted you mentally, physically, emotionally, he wanted you forever.

You gaze was like fire, his skin was nothing but gasoline, you sparked him up every time you were near. Your perfume alone made him rock hard, his hands fiddle with the water bottle. Barely hearing anything that Wooyoung is saying, the soju runs its course through Woo making him more chatty than usual. Clearly getting tipsy he starts antagonizing Jongho, saying he can clearly drink him under the rug.

Letting out a small chuckle you stand up so that Wooyoung can make his way over to Jongho to continue the argument, and to show Jongho that his quote on quote “Hyung can drink him into the grave.” You and San watch the banter that goes on. Letting out a small chuckle you are staring straight but eye him up out of the corner of your eye. A smirk tugging on your lips. A hand coming up to the back of his hairline, running your nails across it, you see him break out into goosebumps. Your cool fingertips beyond enticing to him.

“Mind telling me where the bathroom is Sannie? You know I always forget.”

You can hear him gulp, you both are most likely the most sober at the party. You know where the bathroom is but you loved to play cat and mouse with him.

Nodding his head, he turns his head to throw a glance at the hallway that the bathroom is by. A smile graces your face, teeth on full display for him. You stand up, adjusting your pants just so he can have a show as you walk to Wooyoung to tell him you are going to be back, you are just headed to the restroom. To wrapped up in the drinking game all the members except San is playing, he brushes you off.

You know he’s looking, you can feel his gaze on your ass. Making your way towards the restroom that’s located in Sans room, not the one that’s located in the bathroom. Freshening up a bit, because you know you will be getting laid tonight, it’s just a matter of fact who it will be.

~~~~~

Just as you are going to open the bathroom door you hear sounds of movement on the other. Worried it’s two people fucking in Sans room you try to ease the door open to be surprised by it being San. Alone, in his bedroom, sporting a hard bulge in his pants. He was mouthwatering. With a firm hand he grabs himself, trying to ease some tension. Your eyes lift over to his door, seeing that it’s locked. Oh. So he did come in here for some special alone time.

You let out a small chuckle, causing San to quickly whip around, both hands now covering his thick hard on that can be easily seen through his pants. You see the flush on his face travel from his face to his neck. You wonder if his cock will be flushed the same way he is.

“Y-Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” He squeaks out, voice layered with nerves.

You lean up against the door frame of the bathroom, arms crossing under your chest to have your tits poke out a bit more, his eyes flicker to your cleavage shamelessly, what a man.

“The other bathroom was occupied. I thought you wouldn’t mind if I used yours.” Your voice drips out, thicker than honey. You swear you see his eyes swirl with lust. Eyeing him up and down like he was candy. You could visibly see him gulp. Making your way over to where he was seated, standing in front of his open legs with his hands still covering his bulge. Your fingers lightly brush over his broad shoulders. His body does a noticeable shiver.

“My, my, my Choi San. Still as handsome as ever.” You whisper out, a clear smirk on your face, lips stretching into a grin.

San felt his knees buckle, this was wrong he shouldn’t be doing this, Wooyoung was his best friend. You were his bestfriends girlfriend, the ultimate forbidden fruit. Nodding his head at your words. His eyes glued to the floor. Trying to not grab the forbidden fruit that waves in front of his face.

“Thank you.” He slowly says, voice barely above a whisper. You can see his cock slightly twitch with each word that drops out of your mouth.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He whispers again, hands still trying to hide his jumping bulge.

Your fingers come up to play with the shirt that is being stretched by his wide shoulders. Your touch felt like fire on his ice body. He lets out a small whimper. If he made noises like that just based on your small touch, what would happen when his cock was stuffed inside you?

“I was just using the restroom Sannie, no harm in that. Unless…” you drift off at the end of your sentence. His eyes looking up at you, he swore he saw doves fly from around your head, and a light shine. They did say that the devil was once the most beautifulest angel.

“Unless what..?”

“Unless you don’t want me here, I can g-.”

“No!” He quickly speaks out, noticing your eyes grow hooded. Gaze feeling like you’ve caught a mouse in your trap. Clearing his throat he speaks up.

“I mean…what I meant was…if you needed the restroom by all means, please use it.”

Your fingers dance down his chest, nails scraping over his pecks. God, what a hunk.

“I don’t think we should be doing this…what about Wooyoung? What would he think?” He whispers out, trying to hold onto any morals he had left, you haven't even done much but yet he was withering away.

“I don’t know Sannie, you tell me. What would he think? He is your best friend, isn’t he?” You whisper out, hand now getting dangerously lower. As your fingers graze over his goosebump littered body he lets out a whimper.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. If you want me to go, I’ll go.” You lift your hands off of him, grazing a piece of his pants, your fingers feeling over his bulge. Taking a step back, his hand shoots out to grab your hips, not letting you step back any further. He’s biting his lip so much it’ll start bleeding any second. Bringing your thumb up to his lips you pull his bottom lip out. Running the pad of your thumb over it. His eyes bore up at you, unshed tears in his eyes. Was it shame/guilt making him feel this way? Or was it his undying desire for his bestfriends girlfriend?

“I want you so bad, I’ve always wanted you so bad Y/N.” He whimpers out, unshed tears now falling down his face. Your pussy clenched at the sight. You truly were making this man go against all his morals. Seonghwa did say once that San never betrays. Guess that was a lie. Everyone always has their own price.

Your fingers rake through his dark locks. Cooing at him, bringing his head to your stomach to let him cry. The light scratch at his scalp was driving him insane. Opening his legs further so you could stand in between them. You could feel his throbbing member on your own leg. God, he was blessed.

His hands start to roam your lower body, hesitating before slowly running down the side of your hips, circling back to grab two handfuls of your ass. You let out a small hum. Enjoying his strong hands on your body. His cologne flooding your nostrils now. Running your hands down to the back of his shirt you grab it, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. Stepping back as far as you could with his hands holding onto your hips. You can finally ogle at his body, he was built like a literal God.

Nails raking down his chest, leaving red angry lines on his skin. Tossing his head back, he groans out. Hands still full of your ass, he pulls you closer to him, so close you wind up knocking him back, his body hitting the mattress while you fall on top of him. One arm keeps you held up, while your other arm is braced against his chest. You grip his chin lightly, pulling him back into reality. Bringing your lips down you push your soft lip gloss coated lips against his. Licking his bottom lip you pull away, his hand shoots up to the back of your head pulling you back in, he couldn’t settle for that swift peck you gave him. He was needy, he needed you now, he needed you yesterday, he needed you when you agreed to be an item with his best friend. The kiss starts out hot, his tongue crashing against yours in a frenzy, trying to soak all of you in.

Groaning into the kiss, his hands roam all over your body, tugging at the clothes you are wearing. The way he’s pulling on them you'd assume he was trying to shred them to pieces. The kiss gets needier, teeth starting to clash, lips starting to wander to necks. Your fingers lightly tug on his hair, letting out a groan, you can feel his cock twitch at the tug. Smiling to yourself you pull back, pulling your shirt over your head. You swear you saw his eyes almost bug out. Grabbing his hands from your ass you stand up, pulling your pants along with your panties down. Foreplay in your eyes was over. You came here for one thing, and one thing only. Dick.

His eyes don’t know where to look, it’s all happening so fast, palming himself over his pants he lets out a small hiss. He’s rock hard, worried he might shoot his load if you even touch him with your naked body.

Unbuttoning his pants, cock begging to be free. He sits up, shimming his pants down, boxers still on. Doing nothing to hide his throbbing member. Your mouth moistens, oh how you want to shove his cock down your throat. Your hand runs delicately over his peck before pushing him back down so he’s laying flat on his back, sitting on his legs right before his cock so you can get a good look at all of him. His eyes bore up at you, as if you were playing God. Your nails run down the outline of his cock. Causing his whole body to shiver, grabbing your hand lightly, you look up at him amused.

“What’s wrong baby? Are you going to cum already?” You say through a pout, sarcasm thick in your voice. His chest flushed red again, beginning to pant, he nods his head quickly. Any form of verbal communication he has right now, has left the room.

You grab his cock through his boxers causing his hips to jerk up. Any other time he would’ve been embarrassed by how much a woman had affected him but the girl of his dreams was sitting on him in her bra, bare wet pussy on display for him. How could he care?

Tugging on the band of his boxers letting it snap against his skin, he lets out a moan. A smirk grows on your face. Tugging on the band, you let it snap against him again. Smirk growing by each pathetic moan he lets out. You rub the irritated skin where the band snapped against. Getting up off his legs, crawling on the side of him, tossing your leg over his chest, ass in his face, pussy on his chest. Looking back at him he’s staring at your core like it’s dessert. You push his boxers down letting his thick cock spring free, wet patches coat the boxers.

Bending over you blow on the head of his cock, earning a small whine from him. Arching your back so he has full access to your dripping cunt. You give his slit a lick, smearing his precum around. His hands jolt to your hips, trying to stabilize himself before he can even get a taste of you. Licking his lips he spreads your ass cheeks open to get a better view of your cunt. Eyes rolling back almost immediately, you were dripping.

Darting his tongue he instantly latches on to your clit. Causing you to let out a moan. His silky tongue runs along your folds, dipping into your hole, groaning at the way you taste, he sticks his tongue as far as it can go into you. Your mouth drops open, panting against his cock, trying your best to put it in your mouth but it’s hard when he's eating your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth. Just as you lock lips around the tip of him, his arms reach around to your upper body, right below your tits pulling you back to you were fully seated on his face. Your head falling back instantly. Giving your ass a harsh slap, he grabs both cheeks jiggling them while his face is buried into your cunt. Your body begins to clam up with sweat. The way he’s working your clit while thrashing his head back and forth has you ready to see another universe.

You begin bouncing on his face, causing him to groan, his neglected cock oozing with beads of pre cum. Hands still slapping your ass while keeping your cheeks spread so he could get full access to your pussy is driving you crazy. So wrapped up in the pleasure of bouncing on his face your orgasm approaches before you have time to even tell him, your back arches, fingernails digging into his thighs, surely to leave some marks. You do nothing to hide your loud moan as you reach climax. The poor people who pass by clearly know two people are in here fucking. But the thrill of them not knowing who is enticing. Slurping your juices down like he’s been deprived of fluids all his life. He fully understands why Adam and Eve ate that apple, forbidden fruit is so delicious.

Body feeling like a limp noodle you try your best to remain upright, his tongue still thrashing around your wet cunt causing you to let out small whimpers. Tossing your leg off of his chest, trying your hardest to pry him off of your pussy. Turning around so you are face to face with him, you run your thumb along his bottom lip, pulling down on it, he so easily submits to you, tongue rolling out , you spit into his mouth. You want him to feel as dirty as this situation is. You want him to bask in the delight of fucking you, yet you see him as easy. Fucking his best friends girlfriend, what a slut. As soon as you spit, it hits his tongue, letting out a moan, dick bobbing so hard you feel it brush the back of your thighs. Lining his cock up with your sopping entrance you slowly slide down his shaft. Giving your hips an experimental roll, his hands shoot down to your hips, causing them to stop.

His eyes scrunched shut, panting heavily, toes instantly in a curl position. Cooing at his disarrayed state you run your fingers down the sides of his face. You already got yours, you are being nice enough to let him get his.

“You're going to cum already baby? Is my cunt so good that one bounce in and you are going to come undone?” You chuckle. Lifting your hips slightly before slamming back down causing his whole body to jerk, his back arches off the bed. Shooting his load deep into you. His heavy panting filled the warm room. His eyes are squeezed tight, too lost in the feeling of his orgasm. Did you just turn Choi San into a minute man…?

You chuckle before you pick yourself up and start bouncing swiftly on his cock, his toes curl in an instant. Your warm wet walls wrapped his clock with so much ease. Hugging him tight each time you shifted up. Overstimulation causing him to whimper out your name in a whiny voice. His hands drop to your ass, holding onto it for dear life. As you bounce up and down slamming your cunt onto him, you place your hands onto his chest, getting better leverage to fuck your self on him. Bringing your face down to his lips lightly brushing over his plump moist ones.

“Am I fucking you good San-Ah?” You say with a crooked smile on your face. He looks fucked out already, his eyes twinkling under the room light.

You are bouncing with determination, cracking his eyes open to get a better look at you, he sees the crazed look in your eyes. You truly are the devil.

“Oh my fucking god.” He moans out, drool starting to pour from the side of his mouth. You wrap a hand around his neck. Giving it a slight squeeze, causing him to place his feet on the bed, trying his best to thrust up into you, he couldn’t get enough of your cunt. If he could be buried into it all the time, he would. His sloppy thrust trying to meet your heavy bouncing. Each time you go down you can feel your wetness leaking down his cock, dropping down to his balls. His own inner thighs become moist with your juices.

“Whose fucking you this good baby?” You groan out against his neck, placing sloppy kisses along his collar bone. While one hand remained firm on his thick neck. It was the ultimate power move. He was beneath you, quite figuratively and literally. Making sure not to leave any marks. He wasn’t yours to claim.

“You are!” He whimpers out, hand coming down to crack against your ass. While he holds the other ass cheek, lifting you up and down so you could ride him harder and faster.

“That’s right baby…I am fucking you this good.”

You pant out into his ear, tongue darting out to lick the skin close to his ear. Your cool tongue on him pushes him over the edge. Both his hands now jack hammering you up and down his cock. You let him freely bounce you around like you are a rag doll. Not even caring if you come this second time around. You let him freely use you.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He loudly groans out. Eyes squeezed shut, toes curling harder, his head tossed back. It’s such a shame Wooyoung asked you out first. If you had known San looked like an absolute god while cumming you would’ve turned down Wooyoungs offer to go public. His hips jerk one last time while he slams you down onto him, your cunt clenches as soon as you feel his same load shoot deep into you. Core muscles flexing because of how hard he came, finally relaxes. His body falls to a limp in an instant. You stand up slowly easing off his cock, you both let out a small hiss. As you stand onto your feet, his cum instantly starts to ooze out of you. Waddling over to the bathroom, you try to clean yourself up the best way possible. Not offering him any pillow talk or aftercare. You got what you came for.

Walking back into the bedroom you see San with his eyes still blissfully shut, cock now softening. Picking your clothes up off the floor you pulled your panties back on, your pants following behind. San sat up in bed, seeing you shuffle around to toss on your clothes.

“Where are you going?” He pants out, still in complete awestruck of the mind blowing orgasm you gave him.

You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head slightly while throwing your shoes back on.

“I’m going back to the party, Sannie. Can’t lay in bed with you all night now.” You get up correcting your smudged lip gloss and sweated out mascara. He bores his eyes into the back of your head. Feeling his heart snap into two. He didn’t know what was eating him more. Guilt, or sadness. You coo at San, making your way over to the side of the bed he was currently on. Placing both hands on his face, mushing his lips together.

“Sannie my love, did you think we were going to lay here and cuddle? What would Wooyoung think? Isn’t that what you told me before? Your best friend Wooyoung.” Your sticky lip glossed lips peck him quickly. Drawing away to fast for his liking.

“But I’m in love with you..” He squeaks out through squished cheeks. A heavy blush coating his chest and cheeks. Not even caring that you brought up Woo. You plagued his mind. You laugh loudly, the mockery vibrating off of the walls. You kiss his nose before standing up making your way to exit the bedroom.

“I’m in love with you too Sannie, in love with you just like I’m in love with Wooyoung.” You say through a chuckle.

“But sometimes love just doesn’t cut it anymore Sannie.” You say unlocking the door and twisting the knob.

“If it makes you feel better, your cock was amazing. That was ‘in love’ worthy sex right there.” As you stepped out of the room the sound of your shoes echoed through the empty hall. Not caring if anyone saw you leaving Sans room. You follow the loud music back to the living room where your boyfriend awaited you. You could feel the music carrying you.

“You doing anything to keep her by your side

Because she says she love you, love you long

Time, she’s a maneater, make you work hard,

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her

Love, she’s a maneater.

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

A/N: When I tell y’all the amount of times I had Maneater by Nelly Furtado on repeat should be illegal💀. This song was and still is my shiiiiittttt! I love reading about maneater women bc like periodddd! Had him pussywhipped so early on. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this one💕👏🏼!

[whenthebirdsings]

the stranger in spring [ch. 5]

pairing: gojo satoru x reader [no smut here but very explicit language. the full thing is also very horny. so mdni]

tags (for this chapter): once again very bad banter, stalking, public fingering, sexual tension

word count: 4.3k

ch. 4 / full ao3 fic

Sunlight claws at your face as you crack the door open. One eye closed and the other one hidden behind a hand as everything turns blinding white before you blink it away.

The world around you seems to jolt in joy — but everything in you screams the opposite. Your shoulders slouch. Your lips downturn into a frown. A crease between your brows; that dull ache of an oncoming headache again. The day just started and you already feel like going back to bed. But you know you can’t afford that luxury. Already, your phone is blaring with one notification after another from your boss. It’s not even 7:30 yet.

You sigh as you reply to each and every one of them. The birds chirp, and you can vaguely make out the sound of school kids laughing as you sling your bag over your shoulder. Ah, you think, already despondent, another day, another round of depression at work. It’s something you used to say as a joke, but you don’t think it is anymore. Between your workload and the fact that your boss seems hellbent on making your life miserable, you might as well be selling your soul to the devil. Which, to be honest, wouldn’t be that far off the mark.

At this point, you wonder how you’re keeping yourself together. Your body is worn, your eyes have shadows underneath them, the lines of your face are terribly fatigued. And you think you’re starting to drag your feet more and more with each day. Every step is heavier, the pit in your gut seems to grow bigger. You feel suffocated. Just this morning, you looked into the mirror and you think you saw death. You feel like one, at least.

“Excuse me,” a voice chimes in from beside you, breaking you out of your reverie.

You turn just in time to see a delivery guy standing before the apartment next door. Briefly, you look down to see all the boxes from last night already gone. Then, you peer at the one in the delivery guy’s hands — this one seemingly bigger, seemingly heavier. Causing him to struggle as his arms shake and his legs threaten to give out. He’s trying not to stagger back into the railing as he eyes you sheepishly.

“Um, sorry,” he says. Apparently flustered. “Do you know if the person who lives here is at home? I have their package, but they’re not opening up no matter how many times I knock on the door.”

Well, at least you’re not the only person having a bad day.

“I’m not sure, I haven’t met them,” you answer. Smile soft, but bitter comfort. You can understand the pain of being just a cog in a bigger system. “Perhaps you can leave it there? I’m guessing you have other packages to deliver, so it might not be the best idea to wait. They probably already went to work.”

He seems to consider that. “You could be right,” he agrees. A pause before he then heaves out a sigh as though exasperated. “See, I could just leave it here, but I kinda need their sign? I dunno, company rules or whatever.” He looks over at you and appraises your work bag and your well-dressed outfit. “Sorry, you must be on your way to work as well. I shouldn’t be keeping you.”

You laugh. Shaking your head and dismissing him with a wave. “No need,” you say. Fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. You glance down to see school kids boarding the bus near your apartment. In a few seconds, the doors close and you watch it drive away. “But, yeah. There goes the school bus — which means mine might be here in, like, five minutes or something. So I do have to go.”

“Ah.” He nods. Following your gaze before sparing you an apologetic smile. “Right. I hope you have a good day, then.”

“You, too,” you say, nodding back. Your lips pulling up into a grin. Maybe today’s start wasn’t that bad. It’s been a while since anyone’s told you to have a good day. You check your wristwatch before spinning on your heels — but not before bidding the delivery guy farewell. “Well! That’s my cue to leave. Wishing you luck on that package. If push comes to shove, just knock the door down.”

He doesn’t say much else. Simply laughs as he waves back. Or tries to, at least. With that huge box pretty much covering up most of his body, you don’t think he can afford the privilege of freeing one hand to respond to your gesture. Still, you appreciate it nonetheless.

You step down the stairs just in time to hear the delivery guy knocking at your new neighbor’s door again. It creaks open — and your curiosity piques. Had it not been for your bus, you probably would have glanced back just to catch a glimpse of your next door neighbor.

But then the driver sounds a honk, and the thought is immediately forgotten. You rush through the doors just in time to notice a tall body behind the delivery guy. They’re covered, though — hidden behind a package too large. All you can tell from this angle is the fact that he’s a guy. His figure seems like one, at least.

“Took you long enough.”

Satoru opens the door to see Suguru standing there with a huge box. His lips thinning into a scowl as he exhales a loud, frustrated huff.

“Suguru,” is all Satoru says. Peering past his shoulder to stare at the bus speeding away before he dips his gaze back to his friend. A frown now marring his forehead as Suguru waits for no response and simply nudges him aside to step into his apartment. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you wanted no hand in this?”

“Well, I wanted to have a look at the girl,” Suguru shrugs. Dropping the box unceremoniously at the center of his room. “As always, she’s none the wiser. It’s kinda funny.”

Satoru stares into space before the lost look on his face dissipates. Eyes glazed over before they’re back to their calm ocean blues again. “What did you talk about?”

Suguru purses his lips in thought. Apparently displeased that he’s ignoring his snide remark before he expels a sigh. “Nothing you don’t already know, I’m sure,” he replies, voice lifting in a laugh as Satoru levels him with a look.

“Tread carefully, Suguru,” Satoru warns. Voice composed, save for that cold edge underlying his tone. “If she finds out who you are, it might jeapordize the both of us.”

“You mean you,” Suguru points out. Sounding a scoff as Satoru’s shoulders tense into a rigid line before he wills them relaxed again. “Don’t get your boxers in a bunch, ‘Toru. I doubt she’ll even remember me if she sees me again.”

Satoru contemplates that. “And if she does?”

“Then you know what to do,” says Suguru simply. A shrug of his shoulder uncaring as he flops on the couch and switches on the TV. Flipping between channels to find something interesting before landing on a terribly-made horror movie. “It’s nothing you haven’t done. It’s par for the course the moment you decided to get involved with her, no?”

Satoru wisely opts to pay that no mind. “If you want anything to eat, there’s some leftovers in the fridge. Just heat them up,” he offers instead. Sparing a glance at the clock ticking 7:45 before grabbing the remote and changing the channel again.

“Hey!” Suguru protests. Hand already shuffling through some of the snacks in one of Satoru’s boxes. “I was watching that.”

“It’s a bad movie anyway,” Satoru snorts. Slapping away Suguru’s hand from his snacks as he gestures towards the fridge instead. “I do have a microwave, ya know? Besides, I need you to watch someone else for me. Don’t do anything yet. Just keep an eye on them.”

“I told you,” Suguru starts, words slurred and muffled from chewing on the few chips he managed to snatch before Satoru took the whole bag away, “I’m not interested in whatever weird plan you might have. This obsession has to stop somewhere.”

“And yet, you’re still playing along,” Satoru points out with a wolfish grin. He knows he’s won for now when Suguru presses his lips tight. “It’s nothing much. Just tell me what they’re up to now and then. Also, dig up some dirt if you have to.” There’s a pause as Satoru’s eyes flash. The slightest of a laugh before he curbs it. “The filthiest dirt possible if you can.”

Suguru looks down to see Satoru sliding him a photo. “She doesn’t even remember you, ‘Toru,” he says, voice oddly gentle. “I can do that for you if that’s what you need. But I’m not sure if I’m liking where this is going.”

Satoru peers him over for a moment. “Is that your opinion as an accomplice or a best friend?”

“Both,” Suguru’s answer comes quick. Even so, he takes the photo out of Satoru’s grasp. Albeit, not without heaving another sigh. “This won’t end well. You know it never does,” is all he says. It’s what he always says.

And then, Satoru would always give him the same expression. That same cold smile, that same edge in one eye. Features a vacant stare; gaze dead like he’s already lost to time. Like this, with the sunlight scratching at his face, his complexion seems strangely sharp. Details of his face tired but ruthless. Shards of glass broken to pieces; waiting to cut, to break through skin. Nothing good will come out from being at his receiving end or the object of his affection — whatever that means in Satoru’s point of view.

But that’s not Suguru’s problem to worry about. Not until later when he has to clean up after Satoru’s mess.

So he’s not surprised when Satoru simply brushes him off. As always, reticent. As always, flippant. Walls closing in on himself.

“She’ll remember,” is all Satoru says. It’s what he always says. That same pensive tune again. “She has to.”

[8:15am] handsome money bags: guess what

You halt mid-typing to glance at your phone. Satoru’s contact name stares back at you in white text, a half-smile tugging at your lips at the thought of him reaching out to you so early in the morning. You’re also already working your ass off so early in the morning, but you think it might be easier with something nice to leer at.

[8:16am] you: did your butt get stuck to the bed or something? how come you’re not already here at the office. lucky you, must be pretty privilege again

Stretching in your seat, you’re about to put down your phone so you can avert your attention back to work. But then your phone dings with another notification — a laugh leaving you at the words written on the screen.

[8:17am] handsome money bags: youre just jealous im hot. which, tbh, i don’t really get it because youre already hot as fuck. [8:17am] handsome money bags: but to answer your question, nope my butt did not get stuck to my bed. stop thinking about ass at work, y/n! that’s scandalous smh [8:18am] handsome money bags: also, what i meant to say before you (very rudely, might i add) interrupted me is that i had a dream about you

You arch an eyebrow at that last message. A flush coming to rest on your cheeks over the thought of him being that affected by you. It makes your chest swell with pride; the briefest of your ego stroked before you try to massage the blush away. Unfortunately, your hand isn’t an eraser, so it doesn’t help much.

Your fingers are an odd tremble as you brush them over the keyboard. Mindlessly typing out your reply.

[8:19am] you: bold words for someone who stares at my ass every five seconds [8:20am] you: also what do you mean you had a dream? haha what is it about? i’m totally not that curious.

You were too distracted by the feeling of your heart stuttering to notice the presence behind you. That is, at least, until you feel an arm draping over your seat. His cologne creeping up your nose even before you turn to face him as you meet dark sunglasses before white and blue. That sly grin lining ever so perfect and soft lips. Now that he’s so close, you can definitely tell that he’s wearing lip balm. The arrogant prick.

You find your own tingling with heat — itching to touch, to taste and smother him out of breath. Kiss the moisture away from his lips and replace it with a smear of red from your lipstick. Yet, you suppress the urge. Grabbing at his collar and shoving your tongue down his throat when your colleagues could walk in at any given moment probably wouldn’t be the best idea. Tempting, but not the best.

“Three guesses on what it is,” Satoru says. Looking around for any onlookers before leaning in to place the sneakiest of a kiss along your temple when he notices none. You jut your lower lip out in a pout — disappointed by the cryptic answer and the fact that he didn’t kiss you where you want. Then again, you don’t know if you’d be able to stop if he did.

“Speaking in riddles much?” you retort, sinking back into your chair and pinning him with a sarcastic smile. Seemingly calm, despite the red flushing down your neck and disappearing under your shirt. His gaze follows the trail of your shame; blues dimming in lust before he blinks it away.

“Curious much?” he shoots back. Hand propping himself against your desk as his sunglasses slide down to the bridge of his nose. He’s grinning; a little too smug and a little too pleased. You roll your eyes, but the look loses its intended effect when you sputter at the feel of his foot brushing up your calf. “For someone who claims she’s not.”

You scowl. “I’m really not,” comes the huff. Not that it says much with the lack of bite in your tone. The crack in your voice as you shudder when he inches his face closer. Too close, you think. Feeling his lips hover over yours, his hot breath on supple skin.

His hand wraps around your shoulder. His voice dipping into a low purr. “Yeah? You sure about that?”

It takes a moment for you to swallow a lump in your throat. Your chest tight before you cough out loud.

“Why are you here so early anyway?” you ask instead of supplying him a response. Changing the subject before the blood rushes too much to your head. “Didn’t peg you as the type to clock in fifteen minutes earlier.”

Satoru doesn’t say anything at once. Lips slanting into a smile as his gaze flickers in amusement. Seemingly entertained by your lame, pathetic half-attempts at collecting your tattered composure.

Still, he allows you some distance and reprieve. Pulling back — but not before giving your shoulder a squeeze and relishing in the sound of your breath hitching. Not before granting himself another chaste kiss on your cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear. Soft, before he’s gone again. Out of your space and away from your fingers that crave to pull him in. Closer and closer, until you don’t know where you end and he begins.

“Hm.” He sounds the hum, whirling your seat around to tilt you into facing your laptop’s screen again. In an instant, your hands start meandering over your keyboard — instinctive as you type out some words on a work file. Only slightly focusing on the task at hand as Satoru leans down. Lips ghosting the shell of your ear, breath wisping the hair on your nape.

“Well, I, for one, definitely pegged you as the type to clock in at least thirty minutes earlier,” he whispers. Teeth catching your earlobe before tugging it back. Nipping hard then letting go. “So I figured I might as well see you before anyone else. You know, maybe steal a kiss or two. Fuck my cum once or twice into you.”

Your fingers stop. A low whine escaping you as your mind grows heady with desire. Your skin prickling from where he touched, warmth left behind as his hand absent-mindedly traces your collarbone. Fingers dipping just slightly under fabric, mapping a line up your slender neck and eliciting a shiver. His nails scrape against your pulse — and your eyes flutter. Your toes curl and your knees buckle. Neck still remembering the memories of his hand wrapped around your throat. That crazed look in blue eyes as you choke, you pant, you sing him praise for knocking the air out of you.

“Satoru,” you pant. In warning, in want. Eyes blown wide before you blink away the haze in them. Panic flitting past your face at the sight of your coworkers walking in one by one. Satoru lets go at the same time you lean forward — laughing at you as you threaten to curl into your laptop in hopes that no one noticed.

“Relax,” he says. You glare at him, but it’s half-hearted. The slightest of lust lingering still even through your exasperation. He shrugs; that annoying mischievous grin ever present. “No one saw. They were too busy looking at their phones.”

“Thank god for social media,” you sigh in relief into your palms as you drag hands over your face. Peeking from behind your fingers just in time to see Satoru pulling out a chair from one of the other cubicles. “Nuh-uh, you’re not doing that. Also, Kujishima might have a day off today but I don’t think you should be using his belongings however you want.”

But it’s too late. Satoru’s already placing it next to you and sitting down by the time your tangent is finished. He ignores the weird looks your other coworkers send in your direction.

“Okay, little miss perfect,” he laughs. Brushing you off with a wave and tucking his chin into his hand as he studies the document in front of you. “And it’s called borrowing. I’m sure Kuji-what’s-his-face won’t mind.”

“Kujishima,” you correct him. But you don’t say much else. Exhaling a sigh as you already know he won’t relent either way. Satoru shrugs a shoulder, sounding a nonchalant scoff as he traces a thumb over the side of one paper in your many files.

“Honestly, you should be the one having a day off,” he says. Frowning a little as though in thought. “Do you even take breaks? I feel like all I see you do is work.” There’s a pause as he ponders that for a moment. You know from the glint in his gaze that it’s nothing good — even more so when his ankle flutters past yours from under your desk. “And, well, some other things.”

You flush at the implication, but choose to pay it no mind. “You never told me your dream,” you remind him instead.

He taps a finger on your desk. For some reason, the single sound resonates in an echo in your head. One thud louder than the last.

“It’s something to do with our weekend hang out,” he answers. Once again, a sly grin. Once again, something in his face you can’t really pick apart. “You’re still down for that, right? You said yes last time, but it doesn’t hurt to check.” You raise an eyebrow at him and he lifts up his arms in defense. “Hey now, don’t look at me like that. I’m just making sure so I don’t get stood up is all.”

All that does is cause you to shoot your other eyebrow up. This time, in surprise rather than confusion. “You’ve been stood up before?”

Another laugh breaks out of him. “No.”

“Oh,” you say, before slipping out your own laugh. Right. You should have figured as much. It’s just that there had been something there — his smile hadn’t been as wide, his laugh not as sincere. For a moment, it actually made you wonder.

He pouts at that. “Just ‘oh’? You’re toying with my heart over here.”

You slow down your typing to look him over. Somewhat enjoying the way he seems to fidget as he waits for your response. It sits foreign on his face — that look like he’s holding his breath. Maybe even afraid of a no.

You suck in the inside of your cheek. Smiling to yourself as a thought sneaks into mind. “Well,” you start, cracking your knuckles before resuming your typing again. Fingers quickly tapping on your keyboard. “I did say yes. But now you’re making me think it over because you’re being a dick about your dream.”

Satoru purses his lips. But then they tilt upwards. Another roguish grin. You can’t help but feel like you’ve walked into another trap. “Say yes and you’ll find out. We can just, you know, re-enact what happened in my dream and see what happens.”

You shoot him an accusing glare. “You’re trying to trick me again.”

He feigns a startled gasp. One hand to his chest for added effect. “You think that little of me?” he fakes a sob. Only to break character when you make an exaggerated gesture of rolling your eyes. “Seriously. I’m not trying to trick you. I’m just, uh, providing you a practical demonstration. Works better than a detailed retelling, right?”

There are eyes digging into your back as he leans too close. Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee as he pretends to peer over the document you’re working on. You can already hear the whispers; the so-called tea spilled, the gossip under hushed breaths. But at the moment, you can’t seem to care. Not when Satoru’s trailing fingers up your thighs. Not when he’s parting your legs and kneading at supple flesh. Up and down — his laugh drowning out your low pant.

“You said three guesses,” you say lamely. Thankful as he drops his jacket over your lap and scoots you further into your desk. Hiding what’s happening underneath in plain sight. Not that it helps, because anyone with a brain and working eyes would be suspicious. But you can’t deny the thrill of excitement down the base of your spine. Aroused, even if another part of you fears getting caught.

“I did,” Satoru murmurs. Another laugh as he slides underwear to the side. Fingers feeling wet folds before sinking into tight heat. “But you don’t wanna guess.”

He hooks his fingers and angles them at your g-spot. Slow, deliberate strokes that cause your hips to shake. Firm rubs of his palm on your clit that render you speechless and mindless as he calmly flips through your files like it’s a normal Tuesday. He pulls out almost entirely before shoving back in — and you bite back a scream. Pleasure short-circuiting your brain as your mouth hangs open. Rust on your tongue as your teeth break through skin.

All that leaves you after that is a yes.

“You’re coming over?” you say as your best friend brings up Satoru. Your legs still feel like jello; shuddering and threatening to collapse even hours after. Even now, you can still feel his warmth on the apex of your thighs. His laugh burning into your skin. Tongue on your cheeks, lips on your lips. The way he pushed you against the wall in the store room during lunch break to finish what he started.

“No, I don’t mind,” you reassure her. You hope she didn’t notice how your breath grew heavier before you recouped yourself again. “It’s just that. He’s. Wow. He’s just. Wow,” is all you can manage to utter out. She barks out a loud from the other side of your phone and you’re flustered. Red tinting your cheeks as you try to cool that heat forming in your belly.

“Anyway.” You clear your throat. Deciding to save the topic of Satoru until after she’s over at your place so you don’t accidentally fuck yourself in the middle of nowhere. Not that being turned on in front of your best friend would be great either — but, well. Better than on a dark road at least. “Do you want anything? I might drop by the convenience store in a bit. Was just gonna grab a pack of beer, but since you’re coming over, think I’m gonna need the whole store.”

You lean into your phone just in time to catch her telling you to fuck off. A laugh ripples out of you — but that sound, too, gets drowned out by the rain as it drops quickly down your umbrella. Everything else muffled in the midst of the loud pitter patters surrounding you as you squint your eyes. Only barely making out the lights of the convenience store through the heavy downpour.

“Girl, I gotta hang up,” you say. Noticing that you’re almost running out of battery. “Text me when you’re co —”

“— ming over. Also, let me know what you wanna eat.”

One step, two steps, three steps — he follows you like a shadow sticking closely behind. Movements synchronized, pace set to match yours. Twenty feet becomes ten feet, and he’s lingered too close. Still, you don’t notice. Still, the rain is too loud for you to notice. He tilts his umbrella down to cover his face as he eyes your heels clicking towards the convenience store. Another waiting game. He’s had too many of those over the years.

He sniffs in the air. Catching moisture and petrichor at the same time you step out of the store. Always none the wiser; lips that oblivious grin, eyes that bright life despite the shadows all around. He sounds a laugh — but you don’t hear that either. Nor do you notice his steps; footfalls quiet and deadly composure. Any other day, he wouldn’t be able to wander this close.

He has the rain to thank for that.

[kidney9-9]

Perfect Girl - Tom Holland

Hi guys, here's a quick little one shot with Tom. This is based off a chat my friend and I had! I hope you all enjoy, thank you for reading :) Tom Holland x Reader Warnings: Smut, masturbation, breeding, pregnancy kink, and cursing Word Count: 1.1k

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It started off when he saw you in the grocery store the second time around. You worked there, and he only noticed you when he was in your check out line the second time. You smiled at him as he put the items down on the row. He smiled back momentarily then went back to putting things onto the row.

“Welcome, I hope you found everything alright. Is there anything else you needed?” You ask softly, your voice barely heard over the sound of chatting around the store. He stared at you, surprised at your beauty.

He shrugged back, “Oh, I wouldn’t mind a pack of gum, it’s the one behind you.” He pointed to the gum, and it was barely visible, just right near the ground so he watched as you leaned down and grabbed one of the packages.

“Wrong one, it’s the one next to it.” He spoke up, watching you grab another as his eyes drifted.

He really didn’t mean to. He swore he didn’t mean to. But he started to check out your ass, as you were down there.

And then he noticed it. The little tattoo on your backside, as your shirt rolled up when you were down there.

Fuck.

Both your ass and tattoo was so hot. He felt himself blush slightly as you accidently wiggled your ass, making him wonder what it would be like to grab it. He could feel his cock stir a bit, and he shifted in his stance, thinking, not now…

“This one?” You asked, lifting up the package and he nodded absentmindedly, still staring at your ass. You noticed when you stood up and a faint smile appeared on your lips, thinking it was funny.

“Is that all, sir?” You spoke up, rounding out the last word, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Hm, yeah, uh, what’s your name?” He asked, wondering since he’s seen you before.

You grinned as you pointed to your name tag attached to your shirt that was over your breast. He gulped at it, appearing redder than before.

“Got it, mind if I call you something else, though?”  He grinned back at you, trying to up his game and actually flirt with you instead of just gawking at you.

“Mm, sure thing, what do you want to call me?” You responded, tilting your head at him.

“How about darling? You seem like one to me.” He flirted with you, eyes wandering down your body this time, really checking your body out slowly. Fuck, he thought. You were gorgeous, how hadn’t he realized the first time around?

“Sure, you can call me that, handsome.” You flirted right back, and he smiled even more, knowing you found him attractive. He quickly pulled out his business card and handed it to you, pointing to the second number on the little sheet.

Before he could hand it to you though, you spoke up, “Hey, uh, just so you know and don’t get creeped out, I’m a mom and uh, still married but we’re separated.” Your voice was so sweet.

He blinked in surprise but nodded, feeling his cock start to harden. Shit, you’re perfect! You’re a mother! He thought, and then groaned quietly enough that you didn’t hear him. He stared down at your body, noticing your wide hips, oh so perfect to carry a baby…

He gulped as he realized that you were the perfect girl for him. You were so perfect, just all for him. He couldn’t help but wonder what you would look like full of his cum and belly with his baby. He shifted again, hand going down to cover his erection by putting his hand in his pocket.

“That’s okay, darling. Perfect, actually.” He said, then continued, “Here’s my personal number, call it anytime.” He said, watching as you took it into your hands. You laughed slightly and put it in your pocket, nodding to him.

“Got it, and your total is $98.07.” You said, nodding towards the groceries.

-

He couldn’t stop thinking about you after he left. He quickly put away his groceries in his apartment and went to his bedroom, laying down on his bed without his pants on. He pulled his dick out of his boxers and sighed as he pressed his hand onto his dick.

“Fucking finally…” He muttered, wrapping his hand around his cock, and pressing his thumb at the top of tip, smearing the pre-cum down around his dick.

He groaned as he thrusted up into his hand, slowly gripping harder around his cock, then he started to imagine you.

“Y/n…ahhhh, darling, fuck.” He moaned, closing his eyes as he thought about undressing you and putting you up on the desk you worked at as the cashier. He could see your bra, and he unhooked it quickly as he pressed a kiss on your shoulder.

Then he pulled the bra off, kisses moving down to your exposed breasts. They’d be plump with milk, full from your past pregnancy with him. He pumped his hand up and down his cock as he thought about how pretty you’d be, sitting there and waiting for him to do the next move.

He groaned as he imagined the noises that would come out of you, “Tom, please, fuck me! Fuck a baby into me!” You’d beg him and he’s having to agree to your demands because of how fucking adorable and pretty you sounded, just pleading him for his dick.

He’d pull of your skirt or rip it off, depending on how greedy he was feeling, and he’d press his face up into your heat, smelling you before he licks your wet cunt. Ohh, how good it would taste, and how fucking wet you would be, dripping down onto his tongue as he licked you up and down.

He’d suck on your clit, hard and fast, making you moan out his name again and your thighs would crush around his head, leaving him to only lick you more. He’d slip a hand up underneath his chin and push a finger into your vagina as he tongued you deeply.

“Baby, you taste amazing.” He would mumble into your flesh, kissing you on your clit as he pulled away and pushed another finger into you, curling his fingers up.

“I need you, Tom. Give me a baby, please.” You’d say, and finally he’d pull out his cock and plunge it deeply into you. He’d go so slow, and you’d beg him to go harder and faster.

“Finally.” He’d pant, and you two would fuck.

Just as he finished, his imagination had him finishing deep into you and pulling out, with you moaning for more.

He panted in real life, sighing as he wiped his hand on his thigh, getting his cum everywhere. He looked down at himself and shook his head at the mess.

Just as he was sitting up, his phone dinged, and it was a message from an unknown number. He picked it up and smiled brightly, realizing it was you.

Perfect.

[desertfangs]

if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

I do keep outtakes but usually only longer ones and I just checked for the most recent fics I've posted and I don't think I have any, which is not typical for me. Either that means I just removed some sentences or reworded things, or somehow lost the outtakes.

BUT I was especially looking for Look Right Through since it's a longer fic and while there aren't any outtakes I can find, I do have a false start. When I started this fic, I wanted to do something plotty that would force Armand, Marius, and Daniel to work together to solve a problem. And my first inclination was to have someone show up and ask Daniel for help. It wasn't working so I ended up going in a different direction, where Daniel finds a body in the house instead, but I don't know, I may eventually write use that premise.

Beneath the cut is the first beginning I wrote for what became Look Right Through, complete with Daniel wearing his shabbiest clothes for funsies:

Daniel jolted at the knock on the door. It wasn’t typical for people to come knocking on Trinity Gate’s front door. It wasn’t unheard of—god knew between Armand and Benji, Amazon packages were a regular occurrence—but at eleven o’clock at night, it was a little strange. It got stranger when he reached out with his sense and realized the unexpected visitor was a vampire.He set down his iPad and walked to foyer. The pounding on the door continued, so hard Daniel was worried they’d break the door. He was tempted to tell them to hold their damn horses but instead, crept up to the peephole and looked out. He frowned. The immortal was a woman who appeared to be in her thirties or so—near Daniel’s mortal age—with her messy brown hair in a bob. She was frenzied, looking behind her as if scared she was being pursued. She turned back and pounded on the door again. Daniel hesitated. Trinity Gate was, technically, the official New York Coven House, but he felt strange inviting an unknown immortal inside. Armand was out at some art fundraiser Daniel had managed to avoid going to, purely because Armand knew those people and they knew him to be with his “husband” Louis, who was in Paris. Daniel felt ill-equipped for this and suddenly wished Marius had made good on his promise to come to New York for the summer. He ran his fingers through his short ashen hair and then, after taking a breath, opened the door. The woman looked surprised to see him. Then again, Daniel was probably not what she expected, and it didn’t help that he was currently wearing sweatpants and a David Bowie t-shirt. “I seek protection from the Court,” she said, voice high and full of fear. “Can you help me?” “Yeah, of course,” Daniel said, moving back and gesturing for her to come inside. He poked out his head and looked down the street and out across the street into Central Park. He didn’t see or sense another immortal or anything threatening, but he wasn’t always convinced of the accuracy of his Mind Gift. He shut the door and then, for good measure, locked it, not that the deadbolt would do much against another immortal. Armand had other security measures for that. “What exactly are you seeking protection from?” Daniel asked. The woman was shaking, he realized, and deathly pale. She had marks on her wrists, dark bruises that were fading, but slowly. She hadn’t fed tonight, he gathered, and from what he could tell, she was fairly new in the blood. She looked Daniel over and frowned slightly. “You’re a vampire, so I assume this is the right place.” “Yeah, it is. Sorry. I should have… I’m Daniel. The official Coven Representative is out right now.” Daniel pulled out his phone. “I’ll text him.” Daniel texted “Court Emergency.” And then a second later, realized that could mean anything and Armand was sure to panic if he thought any of those he loved were in danger. “Stranger showed up here, wants our help.” The woman was looking around the foyer, still hugging herself. “What’s your name?” Daniel asked her. He should have asked that first, but he wanted to know what sort of situation he’d just let through the door. “Hadley,” she said, smiling faintly. It didn’t reach her eyes. Daniel’s phone buzzed. “On my way,” was Armand’s only reply. Good. Relief washed over him. He didn’t want to be handling this alone. “And what’s got you so scared?” Daniel asked her. She swallowed and shook her head. “He’s trying to kill me.” Daniel frowned. “Who?” “My maker.” Daniel winced involuntarily. “Why?” Hadley stared at him and did not answer. He figured the sweatpants weren’t exactly giving him an air of authority, but then, his plans for the evening had been to finish the Sunday Crossword on his iPad and maybe boot up the Playstation until Armand got home, at which point he’d hoped to ditch clothes entirely.

[sapphic-woes]

When You Met Her - Holiday drabble

Feeding y'all just before the year ends...plz take these crumbs

Sevika checks the list in her hand. She eyes the heavy grocery bags strung up on her arm. The air is frosty enough that even the alpha wears a few extra layers, releasing wisps of smoke from her lips as she mumbles, reading the list out loud.

Everything checks out. At least, she believes so. The list is full of hastily written words, getting clumsier each line. Eventually the words turn to scribbles, and a line runs off the edge of the page. Sevika grimaces, traces of your scent still lingering on the page compelling her to walk faster.

She needs to get home. She needs to see you. 

—

Suppressants are holy, is what Sevika thinks as she steps through the door, taking in the entire cherry-scented home. An omega’s scent during their heat was always intense, but after years of irregular and forced heats, your recovering body made them damn near overwhelming.

The alpha takes a moment to breathe. To bask. To desire. It's a calculated loosening of her instinct’s noose. A dangerous test of her will. If not for her years of training, Sevika knows what she might do. She’s saved too many omegas from it not to.

All this risk, and for what? This hunger was insatiable. How reckless she was when it came to you. How terribly needy. Yet even as Sevika scolded herself, she couldn't help but savor this moment.

Gods, why were you so intoxicating?

“...Fuck.” Sevika mumbles, leaning against the door and letting the back of her head softly thump against it. Fingers itching to touch something. Soft skin. Gasping lips. Heart beating a mile a minute. Same as yours, if her ears do her any good. Was she flushed? She believes so.

The marrow of her bone creaks, the muscle of her body pleads. Her skin shamelessly shivers. She’s tormented by this damned wanting. Consumed by the impulse to sink her teeth into–

Shit. Shit. Sevika growls at herself. Her nose flares, eyebrows knit together. Now was not the time to let instinct dictate her actions. Not when it came to you.

The alpha’s teeth grind together, as if to intimidate herself. Then her jaw widens, sharp fangs glistening briefly before she bites down. Clarity comes in the form of blood on her tongue, left hand throbbing in pain. 

Sevika sighs. The hunger dissipates. Her worry remains.

“Baby? I'm back. Did you wait long…?” Sevika enters her bedroom, setting down bags full of heat supplies. However, she trails off once she glances at the bed, eyes widening.

It's a heap of her own clothes. All piled up in a suspiciously structured, dome like shape. The pile itself trembles, sniffling and whining and Gods, does it take everything in Sevika not to gather you up in her arms once your head breaks free out of it.

“Welcome back…” A sleeve from one of her sweaters dangles off the crown of your head as you speak. You're teary eyed, red in the face-an utter mess-so painstakingly adorable Sevika doesn't know how to handle herself. You're bundled up in a nest of her clothes. You're seeking her scent for comfort. You're so fucking-!

Your hoarse cough has her moving despite her daze, fishing out one of the electrolyte drinks before striding over. She sits beside you carefully. Slowly. Still as you tentatively sniff. Warm as you softly hum. When she senses that you've grown used to her presence in your current state, she finally begins to move.

Apparently, you and her clothes were a package deal, as Sevika finds herself holding more of her own garments than you in her lap. She doesn't mind.

“Mhm, I'm back to see my princess,” Sevika murmurs, gingerly pressing her lips against your forehead. She removes the cap of the bottle, urging you to drink. You're slow to comply, face contorting into somewhat of a tired pout. It makes the alpha softly laugh, pulling you closer to her chest.

“You're sweating so much, we gotta keep you hydrated. Can you drink just a tiny bit for me?” The words are enough to coax you into sipping the drink as she holds it for you, smiling with satisfaction.

“That's it baby, you're doing so well…” Sevika softly hummed, wiping the sweat from your cheek. You keel into the touch, letting out a hum of your own. The sight of it alone stirs Sevika enough that she bites the inside of her cheek to stay grounded.

It's the heat. Not her.

Because sure, you trusted her much more than several months ago. Sure, you looked at her with eyes revealing wisps of love so cautious they died out as quickly as they appeared.

But you still woke up screaming at night. You still sometimes avoided her gaze. Even now, closing the door too hard was enough to put you on edge and Sevika’s scent of simple annoyance easily turned closets into temporary safe havens.

“You're safe here. You're safe.” Sevika murmurs, and she doesn’t know if she’s reassuring you or herself. She couldn't squander what little faith you had in her. She needed to be a safe person to you. 

She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she wasn’t. 

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Asakusa, Tokyo

and my trip to Tokyo comes to an end with a full day of wandering around waiting for my midnight flight back to KL. like all of my last days during any overseas trip, i was exhausted and running on fumes, doing my utmost best to get through the day without collapsing. photography usually isn’t much of a priority on my last days, but i had so much time to kill after checking out of my hotel that i decided to spend a few hours walking around at none other than the biggest tourist attraction of Tokyo - Asakusa. throughout my week-long stay, i’ve noticed that there has yet to be a full-blown invasion of foreign tourists in Tokyo. however, for some reason Asakusa was packed to the brim with all manners of local and foreign tourists, it certainly felt more packed that it used to be before the pandemic. getting around the place was without a question a chore, but i still walked along the edges, photographing the place (and mostly the people) in its post-pandemic glory. you could tell that the tourists were glad to be here in Tokyo - i most certainly was. after Asakusa, i spent the rest of the day hanging around in Ikebukuro, meeting up with an old high school friend for dinner, and making my way to Haneda Airport only to find out that my midnight flight was delayed a couple hours.

--

in the end, the entire trip felt a little bit of a mixed bag for me. for one, the ravages of age is slowly creeping up on me, and i can’t seem to travel like i used to before the pandemic. years of being a sedentary shut-in definitely didn’t do well for my body, furthermore, expectations for this “return to travel normalcy” was at an all-time high that you cannot help but feel some levels of disappointment at the end of everything. i did all that i came to do in Tokyo - i took a whole lot of photos, bought all the stuff i wanted, visited the places i had intended to visit, met up with my old buddy, ate most of the food i wanted to eat. admittedly, the little stomach upset i had the day prior soured most of the trip for me, and i couldn’t do much about it but hole myself up in my hotel room for half the day. i guess when it comes to future travels, i have to allow myself some room for unexpected incidences - what more with my body experiencing a certain amount of degradation, it comes with the package. furthermore, this trip was mostly planned on the fly - thinking that i would attempt to adapt my plans on the fly like i used to, but lately my indecisiveness has gotten the best of me, leading to increased levels of anxiety and me ultimately wasting a lot of time and energy trying to pull myself together. but it’s something i’ll have to take note of in my future travels - to be more better prepared, to travel with a more open mind, to set priorities and adhere to them, and perhaps to give myself more room for error and to be able to adjust accordingly. when the next trip comes around, i’ll hopefully be more mindful and prepared. but it goes without saying that i enjoyed a good portion of my one week stay in Tokyo, and look forward to travel to Japan (or anywhere else) in the near future.

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OneOff

In December 2021, I published Thirstysomething, a story about two guys who started a bar where the entire staff are arm amputees and wear hooks. This is the middle story of a trilogy. OneOff is their second bar, not far away from Thirstysomething, where all the staff wear peg legs. Things soon get out of hand as stump jealousy raises its inevitable head and most of the bar staff end up teetering about on two pegs.

legbry.blogspot.com/2023/02/oneoff-sequel-to-thirstysomething-dec.html

As always, here is a sample.

Conrad started early and drove the three hundred kilometres to Philip Lee’s home and studio.

            – How good to see you again, Conrad! Welcome. Do come around to our atelier. The peg legs are packed ready for transport. I was expecting you to request a courier delivery.

            – Well, apart from wanting to finalize our financial transaction together, there is something I would like to discuss with you which you hinted at on our first visit.

            – Very well. Let’s go inside and James can place the package in your car. James! Would you take the peg legs to Mr Colby’s car?

            – Certainly, sir.

            – Oh, how officious he is! Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea?

            – A mug of tea would be very welcome.

            – I’ll see to it. Shall we go into the sitting room or will this be suitable?

            – The kitchen’s fine. Now first things first. How would you prefer the payment to be made?

            – Bank transfer to my company account would be perfect.

            – Very good.

Conrad activated his banking app and made the transfer, showing Lee the debit.

            – Thank you very much.

He tottered to the lower kitchen counter and fussed with a teapot. He brought over two stoneware mugs and returned for the tea.

            – What else was it you wanted to discuss? More sculpting work for me?

            – No, not yet at least. I am sure there will be more in future if you are willing to carry it out. No, I want to talk with you about your ex-army surgeon contact. More precisely, I would like to know if he would be willing to perform two disarticulations of my legs.

            – Good heavens above, that is rather drastic, don’t you think?

            – My man Colin has two disarts and uses a torso socket with stubby legs and crutches. He appears to me to be the epitome of eroticism. I wish to emulate him. I find my long thigh stumps to be a source of continual dissatisfaction and I wish to be rid of them as soon as possible.

            – I see. It seems odd to me that you should dislike having such long stumps but everyone to his own. I have your details, of course, and I shall forward them to my friend. He will certainly let you know if he is available for the operation in the near future and you will be able to work out a timetable between yourselves.

            – Thank you very much. I myself have my hands full, so to speak, for the next few weeks as we start our new bistro but I hope that I will be approaching my final body shape by late summer. I may yet decide to forgo my left arm to make it symmetrical with my right stump.

            – You would be a bilateral upper arm amputee using split hooks and mechanical elbows and sitting in a torso socket with peg arms for mobility.

            – Exactly. And I would like you to make two torso sockets with matching peg arms for us. Which reminds me, I have brought your scanner back. It’s in the car.

            – Oh good. Thank you.

            – All this is a secret from Colin, by the way. It’s not that he wouldn’t approve but I want to surprise him.

            – I understand. I shall be discrete and bear your secret in mind when I communicate with you.

            – Thank you for your hospitality. I must be off now in order to be back before opening hours.

            – Yes, of course. Please remember me to Colin. Goodbye, Conrad.

Conrad stumped over to his car, checked that the peg legs were stashed securely and removed his stubbies and arm prostheses. The return journey would be stump-powered.

[pr1ncesspopstar]

One Size Fits Most - FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 26: Zip

Ao3

[Dawntrail Spoilers and Probably counts as NSFW]

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Zzzziiiiiiiiiii-chk!

“Nymia curse it…”

Halditar swore under her breath, chin pointed down as she stared with a quirked brow at the cloth embracing her body. Well, trying to embrace it.

There were many things of interest she had taken from the city of the seeming-future now that enough time had to lessen some of the bitter taste she had in her mouth upon her first introductions. The tools, the rides, the more traditional foods and drinks rather than the packaged fare. Much of it to her liking.

Especially the medicine. Even at the start of her healer’s journey there had never been such a spark towards the craft, if only felt like a natural addition to her spellcraft and the aid she could provide. Medics would ever be in demand and better to have too many than not enough. What she found in Solution Nine though was beyond the typical. It bordered miraculous, full new theories and stylings of the science that could make it into an art. She had decided not long ago to stay in S9 for some time, to take up and learn all she could of the ways they healed in hopes it could be taken further.

And part of that was adopting the local style.

“Excuse me, is this available in a bigger size?”

A trying and frustrating adoption, the roegadyn found.

“I’m happy to check for you! May I see the article, please?”

Halditar handed the vanguard jacket to the kindly lalafell clerk, who searched the cloth for the size tag. The Warrior of Light waited quietly, but couldn’t help her leg bouncing in frustration as she looked around and saw once more the top of other people’s heads and the tips of sheetona ears and little else. Normally her height she found to be a serious boon, a mark of pride in some childish sense. But right now, especially as a weaver who was still learning how these clothes were made and couldn’t just whip up her own, it was… aggravating, to put it nicely.

“Here!” A new jacket was set before her, all the same in style and colors, but seeming a big baggier. “It’s the same size but a part of our new ‘Big and Fit’ collection, so it should have a lot more give. Please give it a try!”

“Alright, here does nothing…” Halditar tossed the jacket over her cropped top, one of the few articles of clothes that somewhat blended in with the fashionable crowd of S9. The hem hung about her mid thigh, quite a bit baggier than her own preference of clothes. But it was nothing some hemming couldn’t fix. No straining came to the obvious point… Halditar frowned as while the zipper did finally yield to her tugging, it was not without issue. The fabric was straining across her bosom, holding tight to the round curve of her chest with obvious bunches near the bottom that showed how ill-fitted the piece was to her proportions. A word needn’t be said between her or the clerk, it was obvious just how shit this was.

As Halditar opened her mouth to speak, the matter was only made worse. The dull sound of the zipper being undone went off, and a layer of tension fell off her chest. The jacket couldn’t endure the sheer size of her assets, and gave to their weight. It might have been a passable if not provocative choice of fashion, if it had been intentional or the piece designed for it in any way.

“I’m so sorry! That’s the biggest thing we have!” The poor clerk bowed, as if she had any control over the sizes they offered. “One of the armor shops might have some things more suited to your body type.”

“Got it, I’ll go check…” Halditar mumbled dryly as she took off the jacket, not mentioning how she had already visited the armor shop after being recommended by a few other clothes that failed to have something that could contain her hefty figure.

At the end of a few days searching further, the Warrior’s of Light first month in Solution Nine was spent hoarding fabric and learning how the hell zippers worked and where the fine line between putting just enough and too many was on a piece of clothes. (It was a very zig-zagging, hard to guess line, just as it was with belts.) Rewarded at the end with an outfit that ensured she wouldn’t stand out too much from the crowd.

… Not that it mattered much with her time in the Arcadion drawing everyone’s attention her way. But at least it was because of her infamy and not her chest drawing all the attention.