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I'm adding onto this because I am having more thoughts, somehow.
Steve is smart, we all know this. But he's smart in a way that's not perceptive to everybody around him. Keep on with me here, I know this is random.
He has a certain cleverness, a customized and form-fitting mask that he wears to protect himself. No, he can't protect himself by fightingâwe've seen how that's gone down; one fight won and it still didn't end up pretty for him at the end of the day. He can't protect his preservation, constantly throwing himself in the danger. But he can protect his vulnerability, the rawer parts of himself that he hasn't allowed anybody to see.
It's so simple for him to slip into this mask, Steve Harrington the Charmer. He learned it, picked up all these skills on the way from being in the face of charismatic people: the businessmen that his dad would have over for work dinners, waiters he'd meet at higher end restaurants, John Travolta in Grease (who he totally wasn't drooling over), the principals in his schools, so on and so forth.
However, with how easy it is to basically form fit himself into this character, it's harder and harder to slip away from it. This...armored shell he's put around his flesh. Though, deep under that armor, beyond the flesh, under his ribcage, he has a heart that beats just like everybody else's; he has a brain under his "thick skull" that knows exactly what he needs and wants. He has his desires cupped in his palms, cradled close to his vivacious heart.
He crafts the mask early on in his life, though. Hears how his dad talks about "queers"âbut queer just means different, doesn't it? So his dad must be talking about different people, right? Steve's different from the girl in his second grade class; it's simpleâshe's a girl, he's notâthat's difference, that's queer...yeah? And so, based on that logic, he makes a little kid remark, "Madeline in my class is queer," and at thatâhis dad looks...just as angry as he is when Mom is arguing with him. So Steve isn't right. He doesn't say something like that again. It's all these small things. Just little things at first.
Then the little things turn to bigger things. Rumors in high school make him have to bite his tongue, in fear he'll get so outraged at his dad that something will just slip up. It's when he accidentally catches guys in the locker room giving each other handiesâwords of his dad's floating in his head about how "dirty" and "disgusting" it is.
Even if the locker room piques his interest. Even when he's catching drive-in movies and staring longer at the guys with their broad shoulders and tensing biceps and glistening eyebrows way more than he's making note about the women and their cleavageâlike his buddy Tommy would do in his ear. And speaking of Tommy...his hands and his pretty big eyes and his freckles and the height difference and and andâ
Wires get crossed somewhere in there.
He wants his dad to like him? Then he needs to make his dad proud, right? Spew the same words. Knock some screws around. Act a bit ditzy and too cool and class clown about the world. Earn a name, earn an image.
Even if it physically makes him ache deep and troubled in his stomach to say that bullshit. But he's gotta make his dad proud. "I'm taking a girl out," and "She was a very nice girl just...[not my type] no ambition after high school," and "I'm going out with Ted Wheeler's daughter, Nancy. She's a top notch student, willing to help me study, might actually get me into Tech."
He gets the pats on his shoulder. The smile with no teeth. The "atta boy".
Yet, at the same time, a slow to solder metal plate around his chest and a hammering heart behind it, jelly legs and heavy metal feet, his tingling fingers yearning for Tommy's soft palms and tensing his own hands so he can stop.
But Tommy is what he wants. And so is Peter in his English class. And so is Harvey from his Algebra class. There's Isaac and Ben and Ryan...Ethan and Jared and Luis...and how could he forget about Brad on his basketball team?
His mask is thick on his face, though; almost makes his head too heavy for his neck. And Nancy's hand holds are kinda nice. He misses her between classes...her gossip and her chattiness and her giggle fits...the kissing is alright, he supposes, just not as tender as he'd like to be. She's warm, though. And she's sweet, smart, caring. Breaks some of his mold with her nerdy friends and her nerdy brother, her saccharine smiles and long eyelashes. Sometimes, Tommy congratulates him after Steve goes on and on about the date he went on with Nancyâit's almost like he's getting a taste of what Tommy would want out of him, too.
Tommy thinks red roses are the best choice. And comedies are the best movies. He likes his popcorn with extra butter and a chilled can of Coke to go with it. Tommy doesn't put out on the first dateâ"Never have, never will. Gotta get to know my date first." He thinks dinner dates are terrible because he hates seeing how his date chews, especially on the first dateâ"Though, sometimes, it's better to know right away, Stevie. It's...kinda like a precautionary measure, y'know?" When Tommy kisses his dates, he cradles their neck; Steve has always wondered if Tommy would trace the moles on his neck if they were toâ
Nancy calls him bullshit. Nancy can't tell him that she loves him.
And he shouldn't feel relieved, he shouldn't. But he sorta is. Sorta, though. Because if he couldn't even get someone like Nancy Wheeler to love him, then who will?
Have his other girlfriends felt the same way? Could they tell that there was something else to him? Were there too many cracks in his smiles?
If it's ever okay to have a boyfriendâbecause right now it isn't, not with that disease going around, not with what his dad says, not with Reaganâwould those boyfriends think the same way? Would they call him bullshit for only ever being with women prior? Would they tell him that he doesn't have enough to give? That he's an impostor?
Who is he really an imposter to?
His partners? His parents?
Himself?
It's too big of a question to answer. But it's a questionâor, really, a series of questionsâthat click and clack around his skull like the pendulum marbles that Mr. Clarke had on his desk. There's an itching, fresh scabbing anxiety carbonating in his blood. That everybody can tell there's something different, that maybe he's compensating a little too hard.
So he backs away a bit. Lets go of his previous ambitions, the desire to be seen one wayâeven if the true is desire is to just be free. To be the queer, the difference; a person he could be, rather than should be.
And once he's sitting on that bathroom floor, knees knocking against Robin Buckley's of all people, something settles in him. Not a calm sort of settle, but a settle nonetheless. He gets it. The reverent bravery, that peel back Robin is giving him, letting him see the citrus flavorful center of her soul. It takes a lot to admit something like this, like that.
It's not his time, not yet.
But he sees Robin flourish. Her rattling, raspy laughter. The freckles that develop on her face over the coming month after Starcourt, running free and open in the sun. Come September, ducking into the break room to ramble on and on about this girl in band, splitting burgers over a paper bag, dipping French fries into ketchup on the same damn bag.
It's surprisingly easy to talk to her about her queerness. To be able to pull out a magazine and point at actresses and models that seem like Robin's type. To finally pick-up on the subtle clues that Robin really, really likes this girl from bandânoticing well before Robin even notices.
And though he keeps up the image for a while longer, he knows at least one thing:
Robin is who he'll come to first.
Well, after he faces the man in the mirror.
I love secretly closeted Steve Harrington. I love when he knows himself, knows the truth of his identity, knows that how he views men isn't a fluke. I love secretly closeted Steve Harrington who dates girls and has sex with girls to protect himself, to keep an image, to try and earn an ounce of recognition and respect from his dad.
I love secretly closeted Steve Harrington who recognizes Robin's bravery when she came out. But he keeps his secret to himself for a while longer. Who joins in on the joke of just how bad he is at pulling girls. Who upholds an image as just that, an image.
A secretly closeted Steve who gets frustrated at the projection painted onto him. Steve Harrington the ladies' man. Steve Harrington who gets the girl. Steve Harrington who can get into bed with any girl he wants. He's frustrated and he hates all the assumptions, but he can't shake them, can't explain whyânot without revealing himself. But he knows who he is. Knows the type of person he wants.
I love when he's nervous, but still proud. Who, slowly and surely, cements his identity within himselfâso it transcends knowledge, it's deeply intertwined within. He goes to Robin first, because he feels as though that's a good first baby stepâbecause he knows for certain that Robin will accept him. And, with minor hesitance, goes to Nancy. And with a long conversation, some tissues, and gentle smiles passed back and forth, Nancy then understands, too.
The last person is Eddie. Which is harder. Which frustrates him further. Because Eddie won't stop asking him about women, won't stop categorizing him as straight, some god among men. He just wants to be Steve Harrington. Not Steve Harrington. Not ladies man, Steve Harrington.
Steve Harrington who likes men. Only men. Who compensated for years just so he can uphold a safe life for himself, who was threatened constantly (though not directly at him) by what his dad would say about those queers, who covered for himself the only way he knew how.
And though it takes longer, some deep wounds and harsh words about how he isn't experimenting, that his sexuality can't just be decided for him, that he has a right to exploreâeven if the exploration never amounted to anythingâSteve is able to get Eddie's trust. Eventually, again slowly, get Eddie's hand intertwined with his. And even later after that, a shy kiss; his first kiss with a man that aids in solidifying the last, hairline fracture in his whole.
Steve Harrington who is gay and learns over time to be proud of that. But also, closeted Steve Harrington who goes on the journey to get to the end resultâI love him so so so much and he means so much to me. And now I need to write him and make this version a reality.
#stranger things#platonic stobin#platonic stancy#past stancy#eventual steddie#steddie#steve harrington#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#eddie munson#closeted steve harrington#comphet steve harrington#gay steve harrington
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âË⥠monster | lee heeseung
: when two rivals in an entertainment company turned late-night lovers, no strings attached⊠or is it something else?
pairing: ceo!l.hs x fem!reader
CW: smut, enemies to fwb to lovers trope??, pwp (3 smut scenes omg), hate sex, age gap: heeseung is 29, reader is 24, usage of condoms, riding, oral sex (both receiving), cum eating, some pet names, insults?, lots of profanity lmk if i missed anything
notes: couldnât stop thinking about this while listening to monster by gaga. crazycrazy
wc: 7.3k words (MDNI)
There was only one thing you hated more than useless things in your timetable. It was the asshole of the whole company, Lee Heeseung. The more conversations you heard his name in, the more you despised his existence.
His ego was so high it could hit a plane, the way he would talk about his compositions made you wanna throw up. He praised himself so much, and you started wondering if he was just a huge narcissist or if we were insecure of his writing skills. Luckily, you never saw him around often as you were really caught up in your own work. Having to compose songs all the time for singers was not an easy task. Your chairman was an even bigger asshole than Heeseung, always giving you all the work. You had to not only compose songs from start to finish, but you also had to edit and mix the voices, help the singers use the right tones and so much more stuff that wasnât originally included in your job plan.
Usually, you would stay at the office overtime, your eyes darkened with tiredness. It was a miracle you havenât fallen asleep all this time.
 You looked at the time,
 [01:54 AM]
âGreat.â You sigh. Your shift ended at 12 AM. What the fuck are you still doing here? Itâs quiet in the whole building, only clicking sounds can be heard from your keyboard. Youâre all alone with a few bodyguards left in the company. You groan, your head pounding from the intense light of your pc. All you want now is to get back to your apartment just to greet your cat Juno. Heâs your only best friend in this cursed city of New York, heâs a soft and fluffy black and white cat, with heterochromia eyes, left eye blue and right eye brown. You talk to him all the time, even though he canât hold conversations heâs the best listener youâve ever encountered. Better than your ex-boyfriends, thatâs for sure.
As the clock reads [02:29], youâre more than ready to go home. You gather all your things, wish a great night to all the security people there and finally get out of that stupid building. You get your car keys out of your bag, driving home in your black i8. When you get home you feed your cat, finally plopping in your bed and falling asleep instantly.
You woke up due to your phone ringing at around 10 am with the hugest headache youâve had. You palm your forehead, grabbing your phone with your other hand. Your co-worker, Yena, is calling you. You pick up as fast as you can, moaning into the phone due to being exhausted out of your mind.
âYeah⊠Yena heyâŠ.â You say with half a mouth.
âHey girl, are you coming to work? Todayâs the showcasing, have you forgotten?â
Oh, fucking hell. You totally forgot.
A showcasing happens when all composers need to show the work they did in a few monthsâ time. You need to turn in all the songs youâve made in this time, whilst competing with your other co-workers to be the best one, getting the title of the best songwriter of the month. Your company likes making leaderboards, only adding onto your stress of being the best. Of course, last monthâs songwriter was Heeseung, but you thought the judges were so biased over him⊠you knew you could take him down this month.
âRight⊠Iâll be there soon just let me get ready.â You say, already dreading the idea of getting out of bed.
She hangs up, letting you wash up quickly. You fix up your hair, put on your suit and do a bit of makeup. You get your badge with your name on it and out you are. By the time you arrive at the company youâre already late⊠the higherups there scolding you for it.
âPlease try to make it on time, you know how important this is.â
You sigh. How could they expect you to be there early when you went home at almost 3 AM last night?
âOkay, okay Iâm sorry. Iâm here now.â You add.
After you come out of your office to get your suitcase that had your files, you bump into the last person you wanted to see there. He throws you a cheeky smile, not even apologizing for giving you a shoulder.
âOh, if it isnât the famous miss L/n! Ready to get your dreams crushed by my songs again?â you scoff at him, crossing your arms. âYeah right, like Iâd let a scumbag like you take my title. I donât have anything to prove to you, stay in your lane.â
He raises his eyebrows at your response, as you would normally walk away if he told you anything. âOh is it miss complaint now? Let me actually show you how this job is done, im your ceo for a reason.â he suddenly stops smiling to give you a glare.
âYou donât intimidate me Mr. Lee, right on the contrary, you make me want to laugh.â you say and turn around, not wanting to waste your time with such a man. His sleek smile creeps back onto his face as he walks into his own office.
A few minutes later, you get back to the front, everyone already waiting there with their work. You stand next to Yena, holding the tank of papers in hand tightly.
Yena could tell youâre nervous, so she extended one hand up to yours just to squeeze it, calming you down a bit. Your other co-workers were not a threat at all, but Heeseung was the one person you wanted to bring down. You wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face. After much judging and testing, with recitals and rehearsals for the songs, the judges finally decided the points accorded to the candidates. The others already had way too little points to worry you, but you, Yena and Heeseung were left.
âChoi Yena, 127 points.â She sighed of relief. A sizeable number overall, but now it depends on what you and Heeseung did.
âLee Heeseung, 140 points.â His eyes widen. There is a chance that you might win. You might take him over⊠You might take his place. No way, right?
After a good minute of silence, they finally list your points.
âL/n Y/n, 139 points.â You almost fall to your knees. Out of all chances, how could this happen to you?? You close your eyes and cover your ears before you go insane.
You let him win, again.
âTherefore, our winner this month will be Lee Heeseung, the winner of the last 3 months as well, Congratulations!â all you hear is buzzing in your ears. You grow sour of his name, of his voice, his face. You canât stand his dumb mouth, dumb face, dumb voice. You canât stand him at all, and you would do anything to see him fired or something. You know that wonât happen and it drives you crazy. Heeseung smiles, taking his prize in hand once again, his portrait remaining on the fame wall. He shakes hands with the judges before taking a good look at you.
You cannot look at him anymore, you just lower your gaze trying not to burst into tears. You worked so hard for this, yet he took away all your hope for a win. You storm out the room, sitting down at your desk to throw your head down on the wooden table.
One point. Seriously. This is ridiculous.
Well, you take a deep breath and continue with your shitty day. At some point in time, you get a knock on your office door. âCome in.â you say as you raise your eyes up to see who it is. âOh Yena, hey.. sorry for not saying anything earlierâŠâ you bite your lip.
âDonât consume yourself over it, hey, that dude is a douche, okay? Do not let him get to you. You are better than him anyway.â
âAm I though? I mean⊠What if he is simply better than me. What if his songs are better than mine? What if his lyrics have more meaning than mine?â
âHe is not better than you, and even if he will be proven to be, which I doubt, donât ever let him know you think that.â
âI canât be a narcissist just like him, Yena. If I am not as good as someone, I will take the responsibility on my shoulders and admit it.â
âSee youâre already better than him, he would neverâ She laughs. You laugh back, although in your soul goes a fight between your ego and sincerity.
. . .
After the day ends, you finally go home early, not giving two fucks about what they might say or think, it is your right after all. Too bad that you get a message you dreamed of never getting, too bad it happened.
HELIX ENTERTAINMENT
âGood evening, members of the company. We are delighted to announce that tomorrow there will be a collaboration project between each other. The groups are arranged by the organisers, and they follow the lines of:
Now scrolling through all the pages, you search for your name. Oh, what are the chances.
Lee Heeseung & L/n Y/nâ
Of course this had to happen, it would not have been you if it were not for your amazing luck.
âOh, suck on it seriously.â You look at your phone in disbelief, while making yourself tea. âJuno can you believe this? This man is going to ruin my image and my life. I canât stand him anymore I swear I might kill someone if this keeps happening.â Juno meows, probably because he wants a bit of peace, but you still took that as an agreement to what you said. âI know, I know. I guess it will be okay⊠hope he doesnât ruin my career for life with this. I do not trust him.â
The next day, you shake your head while getting out of your car, glaring at the tall building with huge windows. You always glare while looking at it, but somehow this time was different. It wasnât because you hated your job, it was because you had to see your partner. All the people who greeted you in the halls got a cold response, or no response at all. Might have been a shitty thing to do but honestly you werenât in the mood for anything anymore. You just wanted this day to be over.
When you get into Heeseungâs office, seeing him rummaging through his papers, you just stood in the doorway⊠waiting for him to finish his work. He raises his head to look at you, his mood getting insignificantly worse when his eyes met yours. Before he gets to sigh, you cut him off.
âThe feeling is mutual. I usually try to act nice, but I just cannot stand you no matter how hard I try.â You cross your arms while he goes back to his papers. âThen take a seat.â He responds in the coldest way, only making you furrow your eyebrows at his tone. âOkay damnâŠâ you say under your breath while grabbing a chair to sit in front of his desk.
There are a few moments of silence, but you decide to ask him about the collaboration, same reason youâre here right now.
âHeese-â âItâs Mr. Lee for you.â You clear your throat annoyed. âMr. Lee, I am only here to ask you about what we must do, can we focus on that?â
âWhy would I make a project with someone as bad at writing as you?â he looks up at you again. You bite your cheek, barely being able to stand him anymore. You just look down to your thighs, grasping your palms together anxiously. Yuna told you to never be weak in front of him, but how could you not when he was so right?
âPlease refrain from insulting my work and just take the organisations words, they put us together for this, so we need to do it.â
âIf I let you work on this, you will just embarrass me in front of thousands of people. How about you just let me handle this? Go home, enjoy your days off. Iâll give you the credit.â
âYou cannot just do everything alone; I do not care about days off I just want to work on this too. Please Mr. Lee.â
That is the first time heâs ever heard you say please to him. He hated your presence just as much as you hated his, why must you be at each otherâs throats all the time? Simply because of rivalry or did other frustrations arise from both parties?
He licks his lips, finally giving in. âYou can work on it with me Y/n. Just donât disappoint me.â
âI promise I wonât. This matters so much to me.â
You follow him to his studio; he lets you get in first and that is when he locks the door behind you. You both sit down next to each other while you work on the song. He keeps acting weird throughout the recording and editing process, changing poses multiple times in a few minutes, sighing and fidgeting with his fingers. Halfway through the song you place your hand on his while looking at him. âMr. Lee, are you feeling okay?â
That is when he sighs, snatching his hand away from yours and turning the pc off. He turns to you, keeping his eye contact consistent. âY/n⊠iâve just been feeling frustrated. Just forget it. Letâs focus on the song.â
Now you cannot say that you care about him, but youâre still curious to see what this is about. âOh, is that so? Frustrated in what kind? Someone like you has feelings?â
He glares at you. âNot in the way youâd think, anyway.â You tilt your head. âBut how? Tell me now, iâm curious.â âMaybe you should learn to keep your mouth shut, itâs none of your business.â âJust because youâre my superior does not mean you gotta talk to me like that, bastard.â He clenches his jaw. âOh, thatâs it.â He suddenly grabs onto your neck, pulling you closer. Heâs still so gentle but itâs enough force to make you struggle to talk. âIs this what itâs about...? A... are you sexually frustratedâŠ?â You tease. He releases the grasp on your neck and looks down at his hands. âI.. Iâm sorry. Itâs hard being alone when youâre pushing 30 you know.â
You had no idea what was happening right now, but you definitely enjoyed the attention you got. You were equally as touch starved as he was, and it was making you want more.
âYou know, we could do this. But I really donât like you dude.â You raise your eyebrow at him. He nods. âYou donât make yourself all that approachable either, would you really be down? I mean, just⊠fuck buddies⊠nothing else?â
âMr. Lee, you know we both arenât ones for relationships. But whatâs in it for me?â âOh, you want payment now?â âWell, you knew I wasnât gonna give you myself for free, did you?â He laughs. âFair, then how about I give you a raise?â âMm⊠Anything else?â He rolls his eyes. âOkay, okay uhh. A raise and no more staying overtime, you get paid if you leave work early and⊠free coffee for life.â You ponder a bit. âAlright, I accept.â âOh, not so quick, you need some rules to you too. For this to work you have to come help me anytime I need you.â âLibido that high, huh?â He shushes you and you giggle.
âWell okay, but if youâre really frustrated right now, shall we start today?â He looks back at you, visibly cringing from you being so direct with him, but he doesnât mind. âI mean if youâre down.â âI am, but do you have any condoms?â Thatâs when you see him reaching for his wallet, taking out about 3 condoms out. Your eyes widen a bit, smacking your lips at his professionalism. âOh, wow youâre ready.â â3 is a bit muchâŠâ âWho knows, iâll end up using all of them and then end up going raw cause we are left with none.â âYeah, donât know about that.â âIm messing with you, dumbass.â He rolls his eyes, letting you get on top of his lap. Your lips finally make contact with his, getting to taste him in your mouth, the feeling lingering down to your stomach.
As you begin making out, your hand travels down to his forming bulge, squeezing and massaging it to the best of your abilities. As youâre doing that, he squeezes your ass with his palm, making you flinch from the sudden pressure. You playfully slap his face, pulling away from the kiss a bit. âYouâre such a dick.â âI know, wanna feel mine already?â You give him one last kiss before pushing his head back on the chair to kiss his neck, insisting on his prominent adamâs apple. You suck on his sensitive skin, forming hickeys along his whole neck. âFuck, Y/n, youâre not bad at this.â âI know, but you are.â âOh shut up, I barely got to do anything.â You sigh, pulling away from his neck. âLet me ride you, mâkay?â âDo whatever you want to me.â He smiles coyly. âCould I kill you?â You pout your lips. âNot until you get your raise.â âOh, fuck off.â
You start with unbuttoning his pants, not even taking them off before placing your hand on his boxers. You press his dick a bit, his groan appearing right after. âMhm, thatâs what I love hearing.â You nod to yourself. âRight from my mouth?â He teases too. âOh, you know what I mean, I might need to stuff yours, so you shut up more often.â âCould you stuff it with your pussy?â That keeps you quiet for a bit, his response making you clench around nothing. â⊠I might, if tape doesnât work.â
You donât even take his pants off when you pull his boxers down with his half-hard dick springing out. You grab the base, stroking it a bit to get it as erect as you can. âYouâre so big.â You point out. He just smirks, looking at you up and down. You leave his dick alone for a bit just to take your panties off, as you were already wearing a skirt, the embarrassing wet stains on them being visible for Heeseung to see as well. âYou got this wet already? And youâre the one saying iâm horny.â âShut it.â You throw your panties to the other side of the room, finally ripping one condom out the packaging, putting it well onto his dick. After you give him a few more strokes you position yourself on his dick, slowly lowering yourself on his length. It takes you a few good seconds to adjust, then you slowly move your hips back and forth on him. He already throws his head back, the feeling being so familiar yet so distant. Your walls clench around him every time you move on him, the feeling already getting unbearable. You change your routine a bit, starting to bounce instead of grinding, the sound of your thighs touching echoing through the room. You try leaving out as little moans as you can, but itâs still impossible for you, as it feels so good. You leave out small desperate noises as you bounce on him. âKnew you couldnât resist me.â He smiles up at you. You glare again. âFuck you.â While speeding up. âThis.. doesnât mean anything. Iâm just.. helping.. you get rid of a boner.â You say out of breath. âAnd itâs working, keep going.â
You ride him as well as you can, his swollen tip getting so deep inside you itâs hitting your sweet g-spot. He needed to fuck with someone desperately, the fact that it was you was pure coincidence. Your mouth parts, leaving sounds that only his ears can hear. âHoly shit⊠I might cum soon⊠pleaseâ you cry, grabbing onto his shoulders with your nails bedded into his skin. He looks up at you, his hand resting against your ass, giving it a few squeezes here and there. âYouâre gonna cum for me? Hm? Come on, cum all over meâ He whisper shouts, helping you bounce on him faster and faster.
The knot in your stomach quickly snaps, your orgasm washing down over you with a few loud moans. You cum all over his dick, with each thrust forming a white ring at the base of it. âYour pussy so good, Y/n⊠I canât take it anyâŠmoreâ he grunts, throwing his head back more with each bounce of yours. âCum already, come on youâre... doing so wellâ you encourage him, and he immediately obeys, his semen spilling into his condom, making it fully white by the time you pull away from his lap. He pants and moans before you finally take the condom off his dick, the cum spilling back onto it. You stroke him a few more times, getting your hand messy but that finally makes him lay on the chair more relaxed, his high calming down.
âDamn it youâre good.â He says while smiling, his head thrown backwards. âI know, thatâs why I agreed to help you.â You slightly grab onto his neck, giving it a few playful kisses. âNow should I send you back to your work? Youâre finished here.â He teases. âOh right, right. Maybe I should focus on my actual work, rather than this work.â You say, grabbing onto his dick one last time, leaving it alone after wrapping your hand around it.
He grabs your wrist, flicking it away now. He looks up at you while raising his eyebrow. âGet the fuck out of here.â You scoff at him, cleaning yourself up a bit and fixing your clothes back on before turning around to leave. âSuck my pussy.â You say annoyed while heading to the door.
As you open the door you hear a âMight do that tooâ and thatâs when you get out the door, leaving him a middle finger before closing the door behind you.
Heeseung finishes the project for both of you, and you end up winning it together. Of course, he kept reproaching you that you won because of him, and you got into a heated argument that you just stopped talking for weeks. So first he says heâll do it for you but when you do⊠he argues that he did all the work?
What an asshole.
After another day of no contact at all, you get passed a flyer at work, so you quickly read it.
âIt gives us immense pleasure to invite you to a special gathering in honor of Lee Heeseung & L/n Y/n to celebrate their remarkable achievement of winning the collaboration project contest first place.
Date: [7th of December]
Time: [7 PM to 12 AM]
Venue: HELIX ENTERTAINMENT VENUE & BAR
Dress Code: [Semi-Formal]
We look forward to celebrating this special moment with you.
Warm regards,
HELIX ENTERTAINMENTâ
After reading, you immediately put the flyer down on your desk, covering your face with your hands. âI donât wanna see that man ever again.â You avoided him for a few weeks, how could you meet again now? You sigh to yourself, thinking that itâs just one day, itâll be over, and you can continue ignoring him again.
On the day of the event, you buy yourself a nice and luxurious royal blue dress, itâs long and it hugs your body so well. It has a pretty big cleavage, but you know you looked attractive in it anyway. You get ready, grab your hand purse, and get to the venue. As you enter the big ballroom you notice Heeseung right away, talking to some higher ups while having one hand in his pocket, and the other in the air, moving it around while talking. Heâs wearing a tight black suit on, with a deep v-neck that perfectly shows his collarbone. His hair a dark velvet and slightly gelled. You would be lying if you said he wasnât attractive. He always wore that dark aura to him, and that pissed you off. Itâs like he was pulling you in despite you trying to pull away. Even if you said you hated him, your palms got sweaty when you saw him, your heartbeat got faster and you eyes slightly widened whenever you saw him. It wasnât because he was your boss, it wasnât because he could fire you at any moment⊠there was something else. And he knew it.
You breathe in one last time before going up to them. As soon as Heeseung sees you he canât stop looking at you. How perfect you look, you elegant you came here yet so sexy. The way your boobs sat in your dress and how they looked at Heeseung first, thatâs what he claims anyway. You donât say anything to each other, you barely dare to make eye contact. But at one point the others leave your conversation, saluting both of you for now... And when you expect it least, he pulls you aside.
âAre you trying to tempt me with those tits?â He whispers. âExcuse me?â You look at him, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of confusion and anger. âI mean, look at you. Who did you come here for? Where are you going after this? Is there anyone else with you?â He launches this set of questions so weirdly, making you cross your arms which makes your boobs squeeze even tighter against each other.
âIâm here alone, Heeseung. I just liked this dress and came here with it. Whatâs your problem, even if I dressed up for someone?â You look angrily at him. âBecause nobody can see⊠all of this⊠except for me. Youâre my fuck buddy remember?â
âSo? I thought friends with benefits meant something else for you. Donât care what you think about my outfits. Just stop staring weirdo.â You rest your arms alongside your body, before turning to leave. He grabs your wrist, pulling you close to him. âLook, I donât want to be constantly ignoring you. Can we be just like we were before?â your lips part. âYou meanâŠ. hating each other?â he sighs. âYou know what I mean. Hating each other but helping each other with things.â You click your tongue. âOh yeah, speaking of that⊠you never gave me my raise⊠or my coffee.â
âWhat? you can take as much coffee as you want, and I want you to help me with something before I give you the extra money.â
âAnd whatâs that? amaze me.â
âCould you act that youâre my fiancĂ© for tonight?â
You freeze. âHuh?â
âI donât want you around me, at all. But Itâs so annoying when people keep asking why iâm not married at my age.â
âDid you tell them that youâre a bastard? and thatâs why youâre single?â you look at him pissed.
âOh fuck off, just tell me if you want to help me or not.â you contemplate. âMaybe. If I finally get my raise, and some good sex out of you.â
âItâs on then. Letâs go meet some people here, theyâre old and rich perverts but they give hella good sponsors. You might wanna cover up. I donât want them looking at you.â he grabs your waist. âWhat a coincidence, that sounds like a perfect description of you in a few years.â you roll your eyes, walking with him while struggling to put on your jacket.
âHello, Mr. Lee, and who is this beautiful lady?â they start right off the bat looking at your body and all, despite covering yourself as well as you can. You feel so uncomfortable with them but Heeseung makes sure to cover you with his body instead. âThis is Y/n, my dearest fiancĂ©. Sheâs a bit shy, so please talk to me instead.â You throw a slight smile while looking at him, his gesture making you really happy.
After you were done with these men, you leave to a more reserved area. âI canât believe iâm saying this but⊠thanks for having my back earlier.â âDonât fret, I saw how uncomfortable you were. Hate you or not, I canât see you with that expression on your stupid face.â
You take your jacket off while nodding your head. âWow, what a compliment from you mr. Lee. I acted enough; now can I stop being your dog following you everywhere?â
âOf course, you can leave too if youâre busy.â
âHey, what about my payment? remember?â
âYou want your money now? What do you wanna buy? Iâll give you my card.â He says, pulling out his card to hand it to you. âMy pin is 1510. Use however much you want.â
That just stunned you. âW-What no I donât need to buy anything. Keep your cardâŠâ you push it back to him. âI meant⊠you know.â
âThe good sex part?â he says softly.
âYeah. That.â you say a bit embarrassed now. âStop making it so awkward, youâre being too quiet for your own good.â you continue.
âWhy do you think that? Is my mouth too big to keep quiet?â he smiles. âObviously, you never seem to shut up but right now youâre eerily quiet.â âIâm just thinking whether I should just eat you out like you deserve or fuck you too on top of that.â His response already gets you hot and bothered, not caring about the people who might be there or might pass you two. You get even closer to him, sliding your hand down his v-neck to touch his pecs and collarbone. âWhatâs stopping you from doing both? Please Heeseung. Itâs my turn to be needy is it not?â
âOf course, it can be your turn whenever. Surprised youâre craving my pleasure when you canât stand me.â âYouâre still fucking hot with this suit on, personality or not.â He smiles, pulling you into a heated kiss, the butterflies rummaging through your stomach. You grab onto his hair, pushing him a little while making out. You pull away after a bit, finally unbuttoning his shirt. You touch him all over his body, barely being able to stop.
âDid you always look this good?â you say, moving your hands on his abdomen. âWere you always this desperate for me?â he smiles, letting you do whatever you want, until he begins undressing you too, sliding that dress off you in a hurry. He slips your bra off taking one tit into his mouth while kneading the other. You let out desperate sounds, wishing he would just eat you out already. His breath hot against your nipple makes your whole body shiver, inevitably making you whine. âHeeseung just suck on my pussy like that please stop teasing me damn it.â
He laughs against your skin, giving your boob one last kiss before pulling away. âOkay, okay, sit down on this couch.â You do, and he gets on his knees to slide your panties off. He makes you spread your legs for him, keeping them apart with his hands. He starts off with small kisses around your core, taking his time enjoying his meal afterall. âThis is the second time youâre dripping wet for me, is it a pattern now?â you grab onto his hair to keep him there. âShut up and just help me get through this.â He listens, starting to eat you out to the best of his ability. Hollowing his cheeks, shaking his head to suck on your folds. He puckers up his lips to kiss you all over, giving it a few sweet licks all over the slit. Once he reaches your clit, he glues his mouth on it, sucking on it leaving the nastiest sounds known to man. While heâs focusing on your clit, he sneaks his fingers to your wet hole, sliding one finger in at first, pounding it into you at a steady rate. You cannot stop moaning loudly, the pleasure being too much for you. He inserts another finger in, curling them inside you, reaching your g-spot easily.
âOh, right there, Hee. Donât you dare stop or youâre so deadâ oh my fucking god thatâs so good.â His hand speeds up, he pulls his mouth away to flick his tongue on your bud faster and faster; matching the rhythm of his fingers. âFuck!â you cry out. âHeeseung iâm gonna⊠cum please ⊠keep going.â You lose your mind. He speeds up even more, destroying your pussy with his fingers, actually giving you hope that heâs gonna let you finish. Once you get as close as youâve ever been, he pulls out and away completely, making your body shake. You groan suddenly opening your eyes in disbelief. âWhat the fuck..?â you say angrily. âYou thought I was just gonna let you cum like that from something so simple?â You glare. âYouâre so fucking annoying, I had such a good orgasm forming.â
He caresses your cheek. âStop pouting, let me make you cum forreal now, okay?â you still look mad, but you grab onto the hem of his pants, pulling them down in one second; his boner is quite visible already. You pull his dick out, stroking it while he gets a condom out his wallet again (Somehow heâs always ready). You keep stroking him, squeezing his tip with your fingers until he leaks precum everywhere. You stop that to pull his boxers down further, letting him put his condom on. He strokes himself a few more times before positioning himself to penetrate you. He slowly pushes his cock in, making slow movements at first, slowly speeding up to fuck you good. âYouâre taking it so well, and you feel so good..â You hum, slowly wrapping your legs around him. âThatâs amazing⊠keep going..â you whine, letting him fuck you til you lose your mind.
He slightly moans at every thrust, managing to get deeper and deeper with every thrust. You feel him so deep inside, hitting your g-spot again with his swollen tip. The sudden zap makes you grab onto his biceps with your hands, digging your nails into his skin while moaning louder. âMhmâŠ. Thatâs the spot. Donât stop pleaseâŠâ He finally listens to your pleads, pounding into your sweet spot over and over as you leave red scratches all over his arms. Your hands move up to his upper back, scratching him like a wild cat. He hisses multiple times at the pain, but he lets you react this way just to see all your reactions to him destroying you once again. You tighten around him as youâre about to cum.
âHee...please let me cum... pleaâoh that feels so good pleaseâŠâ you say as you start crying, small tears running down your cheeks shutting your eyes forcefully. âWhoâs crying on my cock now? You love getting fucked like this donât you slut?â he says while speeding up even more, making you squirt on him on the spot. His words buzz in your ear over and over while you lose your mind completely. Your legs shake on his lower back, getting his dick wet with your squirt. âYouâre so messy when you cum.â He groans, getting close to his release too. âOh fuck you⊠you know you like it⊠cum alreadyâŠ. come on.â A few more thrusts in and he pulls out to take his condom off his dick. He gives himself a few more strokes before releasing strings of cum all over your stomach. He holds onto your thigh with his other hand while continuing to stroke himself. You look down to your stomach just to see, biting your lip at the scenery. âThatâs a new one⊠you look damn hot doing it.â He slightly smiles at you. âFigured weâd both get messy.â You both quickly clean up the best you can, trying not to get caught by anyone despite how loud you both were the entire time.
âIs this the good sex you were talking about?â he says in a sly manner. âObviously, if that even means something to you. If thereâs one good thing about you it might just be that dick.â You roll your eyes at him. âOh my, should I feel honored?â he says sarcastically.
You both get out of there, having no intention of staying after what both just did. He gives you the rest of the evening off and gives you your very awaited raise. He was generous with his numbers, that good time really helped. might despise you, or thatâs what you think, but he took that raise seriously and you couldnât stop smiling at your bank balance.
A few days later, you get a text at work from none other than Heeseung. You never gave him your number, so it was a surprise.
âhey y/nâ
âWho is this?â
âthe guy you fucked 2 days agoâ
âugh what do u wantâ
âiâm your boss, donât text me that wayâ
âwhatever, why are u texting me and where did u get my numberâ
âyena, i just wanted to give you some extra work todayâ
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The photo he sent shows his lower body sitting on a chair with his legs slightly manspreading, a thick bulge layering on his dark grey pants while his left hand is gripping the said bulge. Multiple veins are seen branching down from his hand to his arm.
The moment you saw the picture your eyes scattered throughout the pixels in your phone without being able to stop. The photo he took was so damn attractive to you for no specific reason but the way his hand looked, the way you just knew that bulge in his pants was throbbing, begging to get out the tight bottom wear. Still, you decided to be a little cold to him as you always were.
âoh why should i help u? i already got my raiseâ
âdo u want this to be your only one?â
You leave him on seen for a minute or two.
âwhere r uâ
âin my office, tell my bodyguard i called you in hereâ
âđâ
You get up, fixing your makeup a little before leaving your office to get to his. After you close the door behind you, you both have a moment of intense eye contact, just to break it off by looking down. âYou got here fast. Missed me that much?â you smack your lips. âItâs not like you threatened me or anything.â He laughs softly. âYou know you missed me already. Did you touch yourself to the picture I sent, too?â He slowly walks towards you.
âWhat? No. Youâre not all that Heeseung. Your mouth moves too much though.â
âOh yeah? Then let's see what yours can do.â
He grabs your chin, pulling it up so you can only look into his eyes. There are a few seconds of silence where your heart skips a beat⊠then in his lowest tone you hear him say...
âGet on your knees.â
He releases the grasp on your chin, letting you lower yourself, finally making eye contact with his bulge. âArenât we gonna get caught here?â He shakes his head. âNo one can enter without my permission. No one can leave either, like you here.â He smiles. You squeeze your legs together at his words while sliding his pants and boxers off in one move. His hardened cock springs out, bouncing off his navel. You start with small pecks to his red tip, slowly moving down to his entire length. He looks down at you, admiring your sweet moves to bring him pleasure. âYouâre adorable like this, did you know?â he chuckles. âEat a dick.â He slaps your cheek. âToo bad youâre eating mine right now.â You glare up at him before taking his tip in your mouth, stroking him with your hand. You have your other hand resting on his right knee, as you bop your head back and forth little by little. He smiles at you, grabbing your hair into a ponytail just to keep your head in place and to be able to fuck your mouth a bit.
You unwrap your hand from around him cock, letting him completely take control, going at his desired pace. He moans at the feeling, throwing his head back for a second. âFuck yeah... I see this mouth is better at doing things other than complaining all the time.â His thrusts are making you slightly choke on his dick, getting harder and harder to breathe. You grab onto his thighs, trying to at least make him slow down, but to no avail. It feels too good for him to stop now, your mouth wrapped so tight around his dick; sending him waves of bliss with each thrust. After a good while he pulls away, letting you breathe again. âI fucking hate you.â You say, looking up at him. âDonât talk to your superior that way, brat.â He grabs the base of his cock, slapping the tip onto your lips multiple times.
You take him in your mouth again, bopping your head up and down faster than before. You try using your tongue against as well, caressing the sensitive spot between his tip and length with the tip of your tongue.
âThat feels so good. Donât pull away.â He whispers. You leave little hums to confirm that you wonât, letting him get closer to his release with those emitted vibrations. After a few more sloppy bops, he moans like hell, grabbing onto the back of your head to push you deeper onto him. âY/n iâmâ gonna cum⊠hold onâŠâ he moans out, his eyes closed shut. You keep going, wanting him to cum right in your mouth. âMmmâŠhmm.â Is all you can let out, before he cums deep in your throat, automatically swallowing all of it. He leaves out a small groan, pulling out your mouth after heâs done. A string of saliva links his tip and your tongue as he pulls away further.
âGood girl. You swallowed all of it.â You give him a little smile, standing up while wiping your mouth. âMightâve been the best iâve ever had, come here.â He says, grabbing your waist with his arms. He leans in to give you a genuine kiss, not a lustful one, definitely not. He keeps you in that deep kiss for a while, pulling away only to pull you in again. âWhere... is this ⊠coming from?â you chuckle a little, asking between kisses. âI donât think⊠I can stand⊠completely hating⊠you anymoreâŠâ your eyes widen a bit. âWas my mouth that good?â you say jokingly, and he shakes his head. âNot just that, not just sex. You have a crazy charm to you, I donât know if you can feel it.â
âThatâs crazy coming from you Lee Heeseung.â
âI want you in my life Y/n, you can be mad all you want but it doesnât change things between us.â
âYouâve already been in mine way too long.â You smile.
âExactly, I want you to be so sick of me, no medicine would be able to treat you.â
âI guess we can make it work⊠youâre crazy hot, still might need to tape that mouth though.â
âIs that a secret kink?â He laughs.
âOh, shut up.â You push him slightly. You canât lie, being his girlfriend now was tempting, no matter how much you tried to hate him, he attracted you more and more without even realising. Every time he was in your presence your subconscious was happy to see him. Your mind played tricks on you, and you hated how much you adored him.
Dating Lee Heeseung, your boss, was one of the best decisions of your life. Turns out heâs sweeter than it seems, he would give his life for you, and you would too. You didnât need anyone else, only your soulmate and your cat. You ended up moving in together, always cooking dinner together, going on vacations together and just enjoying eachotherâs presence. He was such a sweet guy, something you never expected to see from such a man. Yena definitely judged you when she first found out about your new relationship, but quickly came along with the idea. Thing is, Heeseung acted this way with others but he was so sweet with you. He only loved you. His sparkly bambi eyes always stare at you with such admiration when you walk in the room. He canât stop admiring you all the time.
I guess he wasnât that bad after all.
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a/n: thank you so much for reading this!! I spent a few days on it and it was definitely experimental. reblogging/liking would be very much appreciated < 3
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SEGA Mandates explained with their exceptions
Game characters cannot have family members unless they were established in the game canon (Because Archie went overboard).
Game characters cannot be killed off.
Sonic cannot cry or get too emotional.
Exception: Sonic Prime didn't follow this rule despite being canon.
The terms Mobius and Mobians are banned, during the early 2010s, Earth was called "Sonic's World" because they wanted to appeal to 90s Boomers who hate Sonic living on Earth without calling it Mobius, it died down later though.
Exception: Ian Flynn has stated SEGA recanonized Sonic Spinball, which takes place in Mobius, so it exists somewhere in game canon, Veg-O-Fortress even has a cameo in Sonic Origins, Ian also stated Spinball takes place in between Sonic 3 and Knuckles and Sonic 3D Blast.
The heroes must always win at the end.
Characters and elements from Non Canon media cannot be used, Cosmo and the Metarex were potentially allowed to appear but according Ian Flynn, they're off the table now, the Metal Virus serves as a replacement for Robotization, Eggperial City serves as a replacement for Robotropolis, Restoration serves as a replacment for the Freedom Fighters.
Exceptions:
Sonic liking Chili Dogs (90s Cartoons)
Eggman's "I hate that Hedgehog!" and "Snooping as usual" lines (Aosth)
Scratch and Grounder appear in Eggman's livestream in one of the covers for IDW 40
Sonic's "Let's do it, to it" line (Satam)
Sonic being referred to as the "Fastest thing alive" (Satam)
Sonic Spinball being canon again, somwhat canonizes Sally, Bunnie, Rotor, Muttski and Scratch, Ian Flynn has clarified they're just cameos for now but could be a backdoor to make them canon if SEGA chooses to (Aosth, Satam, Archie)
In one of the covers for IDW 31, Storm's mugshot mentions he was arrested by the Knothole Village Police (Satam, Archie)
Tails being afraid of lightning (OVA)
Knuckles's cowboy hat (OVA)
Vector's crush on Vanilla (Sonic X)
Cream's favorite show, the NEXT Show (Sonic X)
The Chaotix Office building appears in the Sonic Channel Comics (Sonic X)
Sticks the Badger appears in the Sonic Channel Comics and is mentioned in English Sonic Frontiers (Sonic Boom)
The Eggnet has been canonized in both IDW and the Games (Archie)
The GUN Commander's name, Abraham Tower (Archie)
Bark being mute (Archie)
Bean and Bark working with Fang as a trio, Sonic even calls them the Hooligans (Archie)
Sally and Bunnie cameo in one of the Sonic Forces prequel comics with their Archie designs (Archie)
Shadow's Chaos Spear being shaped like an actual spear that he can throw or use as a melee weapon (Archie)
Badniks from Sonic Mega Drive appear in Classic IDW (Archie)
The term, Super Badnik (Archie)
Male characters that aren't humans, can't wear pants.
Exception: Tails Nine is allowed to wear pants.
Classic Era characters aren't allowed to appear in Modern Era and vice versa, during the 2010s there was the Two Dimensions retcon because of it, however they later removed it, Team Chaotix are also not allowed to appear in Classic because they considered Sonic Heroes to be their first appearance, however Knuckles Chaotix was recanonized in Tailstube, in the same episode, they acknowledge Mighty, Ray and Fang's Gang and teased a Modern Trip, recently, SEGA is considering retiring Classic Sonic after the disappointment of Sonic Superstars.
Exception: a Classic Froggy appears in various Sonic PICT artwork
Only one Metal Sonic is allowed, not multiple (They must really dislike Shard and Metallix)
Exceptions:
Metal Sonic 3.0 from Sonic Rivals 2
Chaos Sonic and Grim Sonic from Sonic Prime were allowed
Shadow: He has the most guidelines out of any character, most of them come from SEGA wanting Shadow to remain an Anti-Hero and not be too heroic, however SEGA has easied up on these with Shadow Generations
Knuckles: Knuckles is the only Echidna and only resident of Angel Island besides Chao and Baby Animals, (Ken Penders lol), Knuckles is also not allowed leave Angel Island without a reason now, prolly due to critiques with games like Heroes
Silver: Silver's Future is off limits, only SEGA can explore that, if they ever choose to
Super Forms: Male hedgehogs are the only ones allowed to go Super, this has been changed with Sonic Superstars and Otherworld Comedy.
Humans: Due to complaints from 90s Boomers, Humans besides Eggman weren't allowed until Shadow Generations
Romance: Characters can have crushes but they can't date or get married.
Money: Only Team Chaotix can talk about money
Rings: Ian Flynn was told Rings were no longer canon, however Rings appear in Sonic Prime and cutscenes in The Final Horizon, which Ian didn't know about
Special Stages: No longer canon and Fang's bio of living in the Special Stages is retconned
Off Limits Characters: These characters can only be used by SEGA/Sonic Team only:
Eggman Nega
Black Doom
Solaris (Mephiles and Iblis)
Infinite
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Identity Reveals #1
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"Coordination only works if you don't have siblings!" (Nightwing)
With the monitors and alarms beeping no one notices when the monotone Voice of the Zeta beams calls out âR24 Richard Grayson-Wayneâ. Until the man walks to the front of the room âGood evening Justice Leagueâ
âWho are you?â, Green Arrow was the first to react, already pointing an arrow at the intruder, âAnd how did you get in?â
âI am Richard Grayson, ex chief of police of BlĂŒdhaven and now your link between the police and military force on earth and yourselves.â The raven haired man said, giving a small bow before frowning and turning around to the computer, just for him to press a button and the beeping of the alarms to turn off. âIâm here to coordinate this Alien intrusionâ
âWe donât need someone to coordinate our missionsâ Batman growled.
âI believe you donât have a choice there, Batmanâ
âNo, he is supposed to be here, I got a call this morning. Nice to meet youâ Superman said, trying to calm the still sceptical heroes. Their questions were quickly forgotten, when an explosion rattled the Watchtower. Everyone jumped into action, Grayson quickly turning around, pressing his earpiece, informing whoever was on the other side of it that they were under attack, while typing away on the computer. Batman walked up next to him pulling up files, letting out little grunts and huffs when Grayson throws aspects and ideas for plans.
âEveryone got the new team groupings on their screens, suit up for battleâ Batman calls out, still typing.
When the heroes got back into the room, now suited up, they heard what sounded like Grayson trying to not hit someone over comms âGet your ass moving Arsenal and take Red Hood with you âŠ.. Donât question how I know he is there âŠ.. I literally could not care less if he refuses to take part in this or not âŠ.. Tell him Iâll take his patrol privileges away from him if he doesnât âŠ.. Yes I can do that, do not test me, Roy âŠ.. he better beâ He lets out a huff of frustration and continues to talk, now with someone else it seems âGrayson to troops, status reportâ With each answer he got cities on the map in front of him turned different shades of orange, yellow and red, marking the severity of the attacks they were under.
And then he started to call out team names and cities, appointing the teams of heroes to different cities all over the US. âBatman, I need you to go to Gotham and coordinate the caveâ Who without even the slightest hint of the BatglareTM that everyone, who tried to command him got, turned around and walked to the Zeta tubes.
âHow did he do that?â Green Lantern asked looking in the direction Batman just disappeared in. âI donât know but Iâm more concerned with the fact that he knows Arsenals civilian identityâ Green Arrow frowned, looking at their new team member.
With Grayson on comms coordinating the different teams, including military forces, the Justice League, Young Justice, Teen Titans and the situation that is Gotham, the whole ordeal was surprisingly easy to deal with. As more and more of the Justice League hero teams came back to the Watchtower, more cities on the map, that were before various shades of red, turned green.
Now with most of the cities Alien free and most of the Justice League teams back, Grayson only had to check in on the teams not stationed on the Watchtower, âKaldurâahm, status reportâ.
Aqualadâs voice called out through the monitor room: âAll clear over here, Rob, some minor injuries, but nothing too concerningâ The heroes seemed to slump a little bit, knowing that their sidekicks are fine.
After also confirming with the Teen Titans that they were fine, there was only one more team to account for: âDick Grayson to Batcaveâ
âAccess deniedâ The monotone voice of the computer rang out.
âRichard Grayson to Batcaveâ He tried again.
âAccess deniedâ
âOh you are so fucking dead RRâ Dick let out a sight. âNighwing to Batcaveâ
âHere Batcaveâ A male voice answered, slightly amused.
âBatcave, status report! Also Timothy, I will personally rip your head off and burn all your coffee!â
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The symptoms are hitting hard this morning as you can see and it is very difficult to make it to the restroom when you have to walk as slowly as possible. I worry for a moment that I might not make it but don't worry I get there just in time.
But my morning is the usual, changing diapers and keeping her squeaky clean. Which isn't easy since it sometimes feels like she does whatever she can to avoid being clean. At least this morning she waited until six a.m. to cry for attention!
Pascal's morning is also the usual, for him at least. Beating up that poor treadmill again. This man is really dedicated to his fitness and it's so admirable that I'm happy to let him be in the mornings.
So I feel like the sooner I bring it up, the better. It makes little sense holding it back from him since he'll figure it out eventually. I expect he'll be happy just based on the last time we talked about children, so there isn't any pressure about it this time. I think I'll just bring it up over breakfast actually. Yeah, that is the plan!
So that's exactly what happens. We finish an apple salad and before Pascal can get up and likely go train or work out again I keep him at the table with a simple sentence. "Looks like Flora will be having a little brother or sister."
It takes him a few seconds to either parse what I mean OR come to grips with it. "You're pregnant?" I give my head a little nod and watch as a smile spreads across his face. "Wow!"
"Would it be biased if I hope it is a boy?" He says and I quickly shake my head.
"Nope! I'd be happy with a boy too, keep things even, I guess," and maybe would get him more involved? Although, I will say, he has stepped up a little. Not a lot but...a little is better than nothing.
While I'll soon be a mother of two I am also still very much a Simtube content creator and I must make sure that to keep the momentum going for my channel and so it's time to record a new video.
This one will teach anyone how to make quick and chewy blueberry bagels. A nice desert to go along with a main dish to be sure and I think easy enough for anyone to bake! I will admit that my baking skills are not the best buuuuuuuuuut I think I am proud of the end result!
Thankfully Flora slept right through the recording of my video but you know right after it I had to go and check on her and play with her and give her a little tummy time. I think she does pretty well although she definitely throws a tantrum in the middle of it.
But if you recall I had planned on inviting both Sara and Marjorie over to meet Flora and well...because of previous events I'd like to move past it is only Sara who comes.
She does arrive with a bit of a frown on her face and I'm sure I'll find out why she's in such a sour mood but first to invite her inside and more importantly, introduce her to Flora!
And so I have to go and pull Flora from her crib and bring her to Sara who lights up at the sight of her. Whatever frown she had on her face instantly melts away and she can't wait to hold her.
"Florencia is her full name," I say to Sara as she coos and snuggles Flora who is being very well behaved right now! "She seems to only be fussy with me!"
"Well of course because she knows you'll listen to every little demand she has!"
"Having the strong urge to have your own yet?" I joke but I can tell saying that hit the wrong nerve. "Sara, I didn't mean-"
"No, it's fine, I want to but...can we talk about it a little later?"
"Of course!"
It was then that Flora decided she had enough of introductions and started to cry.
"Ok ok Flora, we get it, we get it!," I say taking her back and letting Sara know she's free to hang around but I have to get her to sleep.
Sara was exploring the house a bit since its actually her first time here and in the end I find her seated right before my tempting blueberry bagels. I'm guessing she would have taken one but she looks like she has a lot on her mind right now. "This place is...really nice," she says, at least in a much better mood than when she arrived.
"Isn't it? Still very empty but we'll fill it day by day, I hope."
"It's a lot of space to fill but it's also not too much, if that makes sense?" She is right. It's not exactly a mansion but it's big enough to be impressive.
"So..." I start, curious about what has Sara all sour right now. "Is everything okay?"
"It's the guy, you know the one I'm dating?" she reveals but all I can do is nod my head because I actually do not know the guy she's dating. She has kept his identity as vague as possible, not on purpose, I think, but he remains a mystery to me all the same. "He's umm, well, let's just say his occupation isn't clean."
"Clean?" I urge, needing a bit more.
"He works for the cartel...I think."
"Oh," well, that's no good. You all know i have an extensive relationship with the cartel but Sara does not know that. All she knows is that I'm an immigrant. "Sara, who exactly are you-"
"Well, that's not the problem," she says, as if there could be something bigger than that. "He apparently has a bit of a promotion on the table and thinks he should take it."
"A promotion in that world usually means more simoleons and more of a chance of also getting killed," I tell her honestly. "Sara, who is this guy?"
"My boyfriend?" she says, which is obvious. I know that but how do I get more information out of her about him?
"Sara, I've known a few cartel guys from...well, they basically ran the town I came from. Maybe I know about him and can better prepare you for-?"
"SimĂłn," she says and at that moment my heart drops.
There is only one SimĂłn that I know and I do not think there could be another especially tied to the cartel. Maybe there is, it's not that uncommon of a name after all, but before I can ask for his last name she's moved on, perhaps sensing that I wasn't into the conversation so somehow she's talking about Flora again.
"She really is adorable isn't she? You know it was dangerous coming over here I might get the fever myself!"
"O-oh uh yeah, yeah," I say, regaining my balance. She's very possibly dating SimĂłn, my SimĂłn. "Oh umm, by the way, I'm pregnant again," I announce for whatever reason. Perhaps because I was not sure what else to say or do in the moment.
Well, that will certainly be awkward if she introduces me to him. I would tell her that I know him but I'm only 90% sure that she's talking about the same guy...maybe, hopefully, she is not.
Frida Varela - Next Episode 10.4
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Happy Birthday hauntedcllhouse!
@hauntedcllhouse As per your request, here's Victoria and your OC daughter Lily hanging out in the ocean together, discussing stockings and the wearing thereof. :p Hope you enjoy!
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âIâm just saying, Mamma, if I donât have to wear stockings, I donât see why you do.â
âBecause itâs whatâs done,â Victoria said simply, shaking her head at her daughter as they floated together, bobbing in the gentle swell of the ocean tides. âA polite woman in society makes sure she is properly dressed for all occasions. And that includes a proper set of stockings.â
âYes, but â Mamma, are we actually in society?â Lily pressed, spinning herself around with one hand to look Victoria in the eye. âYou and Daddy never attend any of the parties that Grandmother Van Dort sends you invitations to, despite all her complaining. And you barely keep up any correspondence with the people Grandmother Everglot has introduced you to, despite all of her complaining. We spend most of our time at home in the village, keeping to ourselves and not entertaining anyone. Even on this trip, weâre not going to any balls or dances or dinners â weâre walking the promenade and going to museums and swimming.â She sent a little playful wave of water at her mother. âThereâs no one to impress with your stockings!â
âI â weâve attended a few luncheons,â Victoria said, though even she knew that wasnât much of an argument. âPlayed a round of croquet with Lord and Lady Kingsleigh. And we have visitors at home from time to time. Weâre not total shut-ins.â
âStill! Weâre hardly hobnobbers,â Lily said, kicking her feet idly. A faintly-wicked grin crossed her face. âAnd besides, Mamma, all your dresses reach the floor. No one could possibly see if you decided not to wear stockings. Why, you could get away with not even wearing shoes!â
âI most certainly could not,â Victoria declared, laughing. âEveryone would be able to tell in a moment just from my footprints in the carpet!â
âOh, let them see your footprints,â Lily said, tossing her head as she spun away from her again. âFeet arenât evil, you know.â She wiggled her toes in Victoriaâs general direction. âJust occasionally funny-looking.â
âBe that as it may, I donât think anyone coming to tea at our house would appreciate knowing that Iâd served them barefooted. It seems at least somewhat unhygienic.â
âWhy? Are you making the tea with your feet?â
Victoria snorted, then shook her head and used her arm to paddle a little closer to her daughter. âLily, I know you think some of the rules of society are silly,â she said gently. âAnd that you hate the idea of anybody being forced to do something they donât wish to. But when it comes to wearing stockings, nobody is forcing me to do anything. I like wearing stockings. I donât feel properly dressed without them on â depending on circumstances,â she added, looking down at her bathing suit. âAnd I donât think Iâd feel comfortable wandering about without them, even if nobody could actually see.â She pulled tugged her daughter close to plant a salty kiss on her forehead. âI promise I wonât ever make you wear them if you donât want. But when it comes to me â well, I do want.â
Lily squinted at her a moment â then sighed. âAll right, Mamma,â she said. âI wonât throw them all away in the middle of the night. But I still think itâs silly.â
âWell, youâre allowed to think that.â Victoria gave her a little smile. âBut also think this â what do you think your Grandmother Everglot would do to me if she ever knew that I was improperly dressed for an occasion?â
Lily wrinkled her nose. âShe shouldnât do anything â youâre your own person,â she snapped, then deflated. âBut youâre right. I wouldnât want to hear her carry on either.â
âExactly â and neither does your father,â Victoria said, releasing her and going back to drifting. âOr your other mother, even if she can much more easily get away. So I think Iâll keep my stockings on.â
âFine.â Lily tilted her head as a breeze passed over them, as if listening to some unseen whisper. âBut â perhaps you could at least get some prettier ones than just plain white? Grandmother Everglot couldnât object to patterns if they match your dress.â
Victoria flashed her a grin. âNow that I think I could take under advisement.â
#happy birthday#hauntedcllhouse#fanfic#corpse bride#victoria everglot#hopefully this fulfills the brief you gave me adequately!#once you mentioned the stockings thing in your request I had to run with it XD#Lily has a point about Victoria's dresses being long enough to hide such impropriety#but Victoria is a product of her upbringing and prefers to stay properly dressed#and yes Kingsleigh is a reference to the Tim Burton Alice#I just like the name and it's an easy one to throw in if I don't have another one ready#but yes hope you enjoy#it was fun to write their banter#and Victoria might at least get more interesting stockings out of all this sooo :p#queued
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#alears type being cringe is crazy#me too tho#fe alear#fe pandreo#fe engage#fire emblem#fe shitpost#did yall ever decide on a ship name#religionshipping still clears but i can throw in a pandlear to be safe#or panlear or alepan we have to pick idk what im supposed to do#sorry that literally all of my engage shitposts have pandreo in it#hes just so easyâŠ#i swear ive only got like one more for him i swear i love the other characters too
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Tiana The Series really needs to hire me as a writer because Iâve already got plans on how weâre going to subtly incorporate tts into it.
#Look Iâm just playing along with the Disney cinematic universe theyâre all connected okay#And the movies and shows are coming out essentially back to back#Thereâs a connection there#Look okay one of the workers at Tianaâs Palace is doing a report on famous scientists#And if you look closely at her textbook you can see a picture of Varian#and in one scene Naveen is talking about Maldoniaâs allies and he lists off Corona#And Naveens great grandfather mentions being robbed by someone who is heavily implied to be Eugene#and in the background of a scene thereâs a painting of Rapunzel and a Maldonian noble itâs easy to miss but itâs there#This will literally never happen but let me be delulu#Hell Iâll even throw in a 7k reference too just for you guys#umm thereâs a recurring astronomer character named Nuru who mentions being named after her grandmother overseas#Btw I believe Iâve already asked this but Iâm curious as to how many tts fans are going to watch the Tiana series#Because if youâre following me youâre legally required to watch it with me sorry I donât make the rules and you canât get out of it#Esp if youâre a mutual#Like no you can try to leave but it wonât work weâre hyperfixating together >:3#tts#tangled the series#rapunzel's tangled adventure
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i love waking up and being me because i be out there interacting with people in the most ordinary and uneventful way possible and still the most innocent well-intentioned remark could set me the fuck off. A stranger guy (very normal and non-threatening) come over to make conversation and told me "there's something very calm about you which kind of makes you pretty approachable," aaaaaaand boom. Now i'm in 89% defense mood and ready to snap your neck in half if you look at me a certain way.
#and this is fucking hilarious to me because he's right! I know it!#my general vibe irl can be interpreted as calm and personable it is something that i know about myself#but also i do not want to read as approachable. It makes me feel defanged and infantalised and cheap#when i'm called approachable right off the bat. and i dont like being taken for granted as ''non-threatening''; it's not a compliment to me#to be seen as easy by people who i dont know and dont want to be ''easy'' with#(no offence whatsoever to the people who love being approachable; i have nothing against it; it's just a me thing)#i've always always hated being talked to with insincere soft words#''you're so sweet'' ''you're so cute'' ''you're seem friendly'' ''you seem approachable''#i could effectively make you throw up the name of every one of your ancestors that abandoned you before you even existed#and i'm mean enough to not care about it while i do it. Dont call me cute first thing;#cute only means something when you have the balls to acknowledge that i'm a fucking threat.#is this different with women? not likely. It's just generally demeaning when i'm called approachable unless i like the person#and want them in my space#but also all this and i know that the guy meant well. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ there was objectively nothing to it#and i get yikesy about it waaay less than say. when i was 20#at 20 calling me cute was the surest way to get punched free of charge#and now i can actually rest in my own sweetness and be soft without getting cought in the discomfort of its vulnurability#but it still sets me off so fast
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yk ive never really had a full blown breakup but god does it hurt to not know the relationship status until you both just dont ever talk anymore and just slowly drift apart until theyre just a memory
#hmm how many times has this happened#4 times?#why do people with a names always break my heart?#cuz 3/4 had a names#note to self: never fall in love again#god i wish it was that easy#like why is it always like this???#like whenever im asked my relationship status i genuinely dont know whatsoever and 'its complicated' doesnt even begin to describe it#so i usually just make a joke like haha im fucking ur mom#can people stop intentionally/unintentionally breaking my heart and then throwing it in a paper shredder#one time i had this guy ask me out and i said sure! i was so excited and then ykw he did? he fucking disappeared of the face of the earth#like he wasnt even at school after that#like i never saw him again#why is that a reoccurring theme???#im just realizing the insane ammount of people who have left me#welp!#it is what it is
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Kazama Kimichika: Kyojo Zero (2023)
#kimura takuya#kyojo#kyojo zero#my gifs#I could talk at length about the significance of this scene#the way she exerts dominance over urihara by asking him to throw away her trash#because sheâs clocked him as easy to manipulate and toy with#and the way she recognizes immediately that she canât leverage that over kazama when he asks to throw away her trash instead#itâs not that she was explicitly told that one was the instructor and the other was the student#for all she knows theyâre both incompetent#and until this moment kazama being there as uriharaâs instructor was just another thread to pick at#she knows they donât have any evidence and so she holds all the power here#but for just this moment she looks at kazama and sheâs scared because she knows heâs seen right through her#and all he says is that she has a nice name and asks if she knows itâs significance#thatâs it#and just like that she knows heâs got her in his crosshairs#like I said the writing in this show is truly exceptional
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Fuck I reached 30 tags I guess that got us rambling
For full context I guess read those first cuz I'm not putting all that here again
We got started on mythology and bitch were not close to being done
What I was about to put in another tag was:
I'm interested but I'm not gonna read scientific papers on mythology sorry Africa and Oceania...
European is just the easiest to come by and most relatable mythology. Being. A filthy European.
Although I'd love to hear more shit about mythologies that are more exotic to us
And no. I don't mean japanese. That's barely exotic at this point.
No I'm not reading journey to the west again either.
I could go on for so long honestly I fucking love mythology with a passion I wish I had more energy and patience to get deeper into it
But yeah no I'm not sitting down reading research papers or ancient texts that aged horribly for hundreds of hours
At least not with these mental illnesses I'm not
i made a character uquiz. i 100% promise you that you will get a character you know AND like
#THERES SO MANY COOL RESULTS AND YOU GIMME NICK CAGE#MOTHERFUCK-#i hate this#theres literally morgan le fay in there#AND MEDEA#listen who the fuck even knows who medea is#i do#thats the fuck who#and i did not get her#BUT NICOLAS CAGE#OKAY BITCH#I HAVE NEVER PLANNED A PERFECT MURDER BEFORE BUT OH IT IS ON NOW#PREPARE TO FACE THE WRATH OF A WOMAN THAT LOVES EVIL MYTHICAL (and historical) WOMEN#i will drain your blood into a tub and take a nice bath in it#i will string you up on the high gates of babylon#i will throw you into the depths of irkalla and judge you to eternal death#you will long for the pain of tartarus#nothing heracles has endured will hold a candle to your suffering#(ah shit referenced greek mythology twice already? fuck im getting out of practice...)#i will show you why we fancy the name of Nemesis#...okay listen greek and mesopotamian mythology are just the most interesting ones.#greek is the most popular so just easy to come by greek mythology content#and mesopotamian is just the oldest mythology that we have decemt records of as far as im aware#i like other stuff too but its harder to find stuff about it#and tbh chinese and japanese would be the next easiest but i just cant connect with them as well#(despite being a fucking weeb)#celtic is hard to get started on and so is nordic and slavic#then native american inca aztec etc are hard to relate for us again. somehow just doesnt click#indian is kinda neat. should get more into that#a lot of stuff from africa oceania etc is neat but near impossible to come by without actively looking
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I've been thinking abt new game+ friend quests and it's just me going ah yes and they have all these issues and talk abt these things and oh oops this is all accidental foreshadowing
#rat rambles#stars posting#new game+#its a fun mix of stuff that will make for tasty chou breakdown material in due time#and stuff that is fun to imagine chou responding to because its smth that the sifs would respond to Very differently#but yeah I can basically hear the evolution of chou's inner dialogue overtime as I play out these scenes in my mind#the shopkeepers friendquest is mostly abt her low key freaking out abt realizing chou sees her as a friend and admitting she has a rly hard#time being honest with people about basically anything abt herself along with some extra stuff abt her having never rly had any long term#friends due to her having been constantly traveling since she was a kid#so theres like. several layers of stuff for chou's timeloop tumbled brain to chew on there lol.#the kid is mostly abt them realizing they cant remember basically anything abt their home and family at this point and freaking out#the leader is her admitting hes always been kind of jealous of chou (mostly due to chou having very loving parents)#and Im going to be honest Im still working out the tracker's friendquest#probably going to have smth to do with her mom? maybe her admitting that she's always wanted to go traveling but has been feeling trapped#under obligation to stay by her mom's side and her feeling like a bad daughter for leaving even in these circumstances#or smth like that. idk Ive had a headache all day I dont have the brainpower to make shit up good rn#I just took a shower a few minutes ago and its cleared the brain fog enough for me to type out some of my thoughts#so yeah idk beams visions at you of chou slowly forgetting more and more abt things outside the loops and freaking out over it#chou vc I think the moments the loops truly broke me was when I forgot my parents faces and names#the sifs .|#the real secret abt chou is that they are the normie of the three they just got timeloop tumbled real hard#they do still have hashtag issues ofc just different ones than the other two#but their loops definitely did a lot of the heavy lifting in fucking them up so hard#repeatedly becoming a stranger to the people you love isn't fun and neither is not having tears for easy looping#they can technically loop using the light's curse but that requires being able to see the light and even then its usually a slow burn#process to get fully cursed not smth you can just quickly do if you get stuck#anyways I need to go to bed gn gamers#hopefully loop plush will be here tomorrow if they're not I'll cry rly hard and throw up
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I love posting gallery builds bc I get to make silly descriptions about the most simple beach in the history of sims 4 beach builds
#thatâs a lie the most simple beach would be a bulldozed beach lot#and u built a whole ass lifeguard tower#I will say having to write âsuspicious novelâ instead of âeroticaâ made me laugh#u know those middle aged ladies who read fifty shades of grey on the beach#while their kids drown in the ocean like fifty feet away#and then I built The Party Tent#which is litterally just a fuckin#easy up tent thing#from for rent#with a folding table and chairs#and a beer keg from university living#I mean a beer keg#I mean a juice keg#I also decorated the interior with get to work hospital items#bc I didnât know what else to do with it#mostly I plan to just lock the door#I almost put a water balloon bucket from seasons#but thatâs a lot of trash waiting to happen#and if you litter at California beaches the surfers throw rocks at you#thatâs a thing I just made up bc I love lying#actually I just forgot and Iâm not reuplaoding the build#really Iâm just excited about the life guard tower ok#oh thereâs also a blanket from lovestruck#no pics cuz I have to go to my job#I called it Family Beach on the gallery#and my gallery name is squintsintwink I believe#I just could not for the life of me understand why every single gallery beach had to have a pier#I have been to a boardwalk one (1) time in my entire life#and I literally grew up with a surfer dad in Southern California#not cc
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I-T G-I-R-L!
Synopsis. Making big, powerful boys break beg and follow your every whim? Easy!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, NĂEDY boys, making them whine, bondagĂ©, creampĂes, GOJOâS POWERS, chokĂng Geto, use of âgood boyâ, cĂșmplay, spĂtting, making them CRY, MAJOR overstĂm, bĂ©gging (THEM), pĂșssy-slappĂng, oraI (fem receiving), face-rĂding, matĂng presses, dry hĂșmping, overspill, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k (whew)
A/N. Woke up nâ decided I wanna bully them so here we are. Have a lovely day <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - MR. AND MRS.
âP-please.â
âWhat was that?â
âFuck you-â
It was low - begging - and for the first time, you have that syrupy sweet privilege of hearing Tojiâs husky baritone break with such a whiny crack at the end.Â
Smugly, you swipe an index right across where your puffy pussy was straddling his poor, overworked cock. Collecting the saturated mess along his furious length - still so swollen with the sheer volume heâd been gushing out tonight. All the way up, up, up to that messy puddle of seed glistening all over his flinching abs. âThenâŠI guess mânot letting you cum inside, Toji. Again.â
âNo! No no no- oh.â Tojiâs burst of pained moans are cut off when you shove your fingers between his bruised lips. Dewy, green eyes rolling to the back of his head with each suck and slurp at their milky white sheen. âFuck- you little-â And despite how furious he sounds, you could feel the very tip of his fat head thicken, twitching a jagged pattern along your cervix. With a low growl, Toji narrows his gaze, biting down on your now-clean digits with his sharp canines, âI said- please, my girl.â
Just that simple plea has your boyfriendâs jaw clenching, teeth gritted so viciously at the way youâve been oh-so-coyly denying him the one thing heâs wanted for what feels like hours now.Â
âLouder.â your lips curl into a devilish grin, back arching in that perfect bow Toji loved so much. Only deepening the lingering rolls of your hips down his needy tip. âDidnât hear ya.â
âF-fuck.â Tojiâs throwing his head back, thick fingers coming down to splay out across your bent thighs. âCan you- please-â You could feel every minute flex of his muscled thighs when he efforts to buck your sloppy hips deeper - faster - down his fat cock. Only to be halted by ten mean fingernails of yours pinning him down by his curving pecs, â-please. Wanâ cum inside- let me cum inside goddammit, woman.â
Of course, you decide to tease him by slowing down your pace even more. Letting your sloppy pussy just stroll down every greedy inch of his dick. Trying to hold back your content giggle, âI dunnoâŠâ
And Toji thinks he could yell out in frustration, he thinks he could sob, âFuck- I said please. Pretty please? What more do you fucking want?â
He sounded so devastated. And you swear you could spy wet, bulbous tears at the corners of his long lashes, the familiar scar along his lips wobbling with such precious need.Â
âHmmââ youâre letting out such a sultry drag of your voice, taking so much of your sweet sweet time that Toji thinks heâs about to lose his mind. About to just flip your bratty self over and shove his thoroughly teased cock into you until you forget about that looming threat of not letting him paint your insides white. Fuck, the things he does for you-
âCall me your wife.â
Shit - Tojiâs darkened eyes widen at your little request, jaw hanging open in disbelief and-
âThatâs it?â he laughs - laughs. Rumbling out of his broad chest in a hoarse rasp, and those two strong arms of his tug down your limp body to kiss teasingly at your jutted-out lips. Slipping his hot tongue between the seams, âSâall because my hah- baby wanted to be my- my pretty lilâ wife. Well-â Any and every retort is fucked out of your mind when Tojiâs spearheading into your mushy g-spot with a harsh rut of his hips. â-what my wife wants, my wife gets.â
The bed is creaking with every riotous slam, smearing the velvety pool of cum even farther between your bodies. Sticking to you like a sloppy second skin, strings of lewd juices form and snap when his massive cock stretches your gummy walls until they gape.Â
âShit- shit shit shit, if I knew that was all you wanted-â youâre feeling the languid drag of Tojiâs happy trail scratch your throbbing clit. âPlease- I wouldâve been fucking my wife for s-so long now. Silly girl, sâall Iâve ever wanted- wouldâve begged, gotten on my knees-â
âHngh! Fuck-â youâre squealing when you feel him drip with even more saturated precum to coat your snug channel. One calloused palm of his coming between the two of your slick bodies to smear across the mess from his sweet highs, deftly angling them so that the rounded tips of his fingers are stuffing your leaky pussy with sloppy globs of his seed every time youâre slamming down.Â
âNow nowââ Itâs all you can do to gulp in heaving breaths to make your tone sound warning, but even that sounds too breathless - and both of you know it. Babbling away, â-donât get so cocky- might just- hah, change my mind, husband.â
And fuck. Oh fuck.Â
Your poor cunt just throbs when in a split-second, Tojiâs mouth slacks even further, wrenching out a guttural groan.Â
And then your gushing walls are milking out every ribbon of velvety cum that splurges into your tight pussy. Itâs so much - too much, painting your insides all white with his seed. Tojiâs gasping at the feeling of it sloshing around your elastic walls in slow, clingy swivels coating the both of you.Â
His breath hitches when he spies down at the obscenely white mess below, globs of his cum slobbering messily down your inner thigh. Fuck, heâs never - never - came before you. This was-
âThis better be a proposal, yâknow.â you hum in amusement. âOr it would be interesting that you came early just becaus-â
âThe fuck else would it be?â Tojiâs gruffing out, two warm hands gliding to grip onto the globes of your ass. Still irritated. Still embarrassed.Â
Ignoring your titter, he rams your teasing hips down with a sharp smack! like he was branding all five fingers onto your skin. Plugging your ravaged entrance shut with his weepy dick to stop even more of that thick, gushing cum from trickling out. You mewl when you feel his swelteringly wet tip quirk at the very bottom of your spongy cervix in interest, âNow be quiet and let me fuck you properly as my wife.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Hands-on interventionâŠ
âYou really are trying to get us fired, huh, my love?â heâs murmuring gently, âWhat do you think youâre doing this late, hm?â
Now, Nanami knew he shouldnât have taken on those extra documents, he knew he shouldâve been back home by now. Wrapped up in you and your cute gossip about what happened in your department today.
But here he was, sitting at his empty office. With you - stubborn as you are - straddling him like such a slut on top of his heavily manspread, muscular thighs, his favorite late-night snack. His coworker. His wife.Â
âI should hah- ask you the same thing, Ken.â youâre grinning, the sinfully tight satin of your skirt hiking up with each slow, teasing roll of your drooly cunt against his clothed erection. Itâs so messy. Your syrupy saturated slick mixing in with Nanamiâs steadily beading precum. âDidnât we both agree to no more late nights?â
Heâs heaving out a shaky sigh, running a warm hand up and down your arched spine, âI know, I know. I apologize.â
That frantically achy little pulse of your slick-glossed cunt on top of him told him that he wasnât forgiven just yet. And Nanami gulps - loosening that yellow, speckled tie of his with the tight bobbing of his Adamâs apple. Rich tone shaky - shuddering, even, âHow- how do you want me to make it up to you, darling?â
Youâre batting your lashes at his expansive mahogany desk. âWellâŠâ
Of course he shouldâve seen where this was going - with your high-heel-clad feet swiveling high in the air, digging into his broad shoulders. Stitches in your poor skirt popping and tearing with each bullying thrust your husbandâs planting on your ravaged in this tight mating press.Â
âK-Kenââ youâre letting out such a sickly sweet moan when his fat, weepy tip collides with the very bullseye of your sensitive g-spot. Your fingers work deftly to reach into your skirt pocket - pulling out that familiar tiny hot-pink bullet vibrator.
âWalkinâ around with that during work?â Nanami gasps, barely tearing his eyes away from that heavenly sight of your swollen pussy entrance wrapped around his girthy shaft. âSuch a dirty girl you-âÂ
âOh sânot for me.âÂ
And fuck, Nanami can only watch - can only gape his clenched jaw open when your devious fingers dip the feverishly shaky vibrator down, down, down to kiss so delicately at his thick hilt.Â
âOh!â His towering body wracks with a shiver, full, heavy balls clenching so tightly. Hammering his rawly aching cock so thoroughly into you, hips pistoning forwards with the carnal need for more more more- âWait- Fuck! M-my love?â
âYesâ?â youâre humming, low and sultry and oh Nanami already knows heâs gone. He can only pray he leaves with his sanity intact.Â
Splaying out two large hands on the sides of your head, the documents on top rustle in sync with those saturatedly hypnotic squelches echoing from your ravishing cunt. âIs this- sâthis oh, fuck- please.â Nanami screws his eyes shut when youâre holding down the device even harder onto his glistening shaft. âSâthis- is it- because I broke our hah- promise?â
âMaybe.â youâre breathing out into his panting mouth. So enveloped by his weighty figure that it was almost difficult to work your little magic. âMaybe I just got tired of waitinâ around for you to finish overtime, Ken.â
âPlease!â
Over and over. That tiny spark is enough to have him barrelling back into your dripping wetness with reckless abandon.Â
Heâs so utterly ruined - glasses sliding down his high nose-bridge, thighs quivering with sensitive need. And you could just feel every fresh wave of heated precum painting your cunt in a glossy new coat. âFuck- tell me please. Please, darling, mâbegging.â
âPromise me no more overtime.â Youâre grinning, fingers still steady tracing his most sensitive spots.Â
âP-promiseâŠâ
âNâ to always hurry home to me?â
âI promise! I promise- promise to always come home- to you- always. Please-â heâs startling you with a soft pad of his thumb rolling over your neglected clit. Such a low, broken keen leaving him at when you start drawing harsh, methodical circles on the sensitive spots along his length. âN-no more overtime. Please please please- feels too good- what do I do- what-â
Ah, success looked so pretty.
Nanamiâs eyes were already so watery, stern lips trembling with little apologies about ânever workinâ overtime again.â So uncharacteristically disheveled in a way that makes your mouth water.
âShit-â you hiss when that pointed nub of the vibrator accidentally hits your widely stretched-out pussy. The velvety cling of your walls making him hiss furiously. Disrupting, fat tip nudging all those crevices along your snug channel. âHah- donât think Iâd let you off so-â
Before you can react, heâs hiking a long leg up on the desk to angle his crashes with scary accuracy. Just colliding against your bulbous g-spot with no hesitation. Pushing, with the very edge of his weepy tip - far, so far that you could scream.
Over and over and over- So elastically stretching out your snug hole to your limits to take him in all his long, throbbing entirety.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck I know, I know.â Heâs alternating between long, rough strokes to shove you further and further up the cool desk, and shallow lingering grinds to mold your pretty walls to the exact form of his swollen shaft. âIâll do anything- anything, please just- cum.â
It only takes a few more calculated pistons of his hips, and a touchy, teasing smack! onto your weepy cunt before youâre crashing headfirst into your orgasm. Cumming all around his wildly twitching shaft, your velvety walls just mending all around the shape of his pretty cock. Your toes curl, back arching into such a bowing bend. And in the split-second your grip weakens, Nanamiâs seizing that hot pink devil in your hand.
âF-fuck wait-â you squeal at at familiar bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt echoing across the filled-out walls of your cunt. Squeezing inside the tight fit where Nanamiâs fat shaft was nestling, tremoring so deliciously against each and every one of your sweet spots. Stuffing you full. âWhat-â
âDonât forget - youâre working overtime, too, my love.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - No need for air
âF-fuuuck, gorgeous.â Getoâs melodic moan makes your cunt throb, a fresh gush of your sweet sweet juices slobbering down to where he was slapping your puffed-up clit with his fat head. The angry divot of his tip smacking up once, twice onto the too-sensitive nub.Â
âSo fuckinâ wet fâme-â he whispers from behind, gliding a thumb across the glossy sheen trickling down from the corners of your slit. The sight of his glistening fingers makes him bare you with such a crazed, feral grin, feeding you inch by fucking in languid, bullying rams. â-almost makes me forget the hand around my throat.â
At this, your nails are digging in even deeper around the pale, long column of his throat. Leaving neat, red indents that stand out. And you swear you could spy his leering grin grow even wider at that sinful sting.Â
âWhat about it, Sugu?â youâre grinning over your shoulder. Gasping for air at how relentlessly he was trying to squeeze his fat shaft through that tight, glossy ring of muscle.Â
Each drag of his throbbing shaft has your fingers tightening more around his throat. Making Geto feel so woozy and lightheaded with each little grind into the glistening channel past your puffy folds. âHeh, really like fuck- it rough like this, huh?â A low groan drags at the back of his throat when you start pushing your limp hips back in a jerky little cadence to try and meet his. âShit- shit shit shit sâtoo good. Youâre suckinâ me up so tight sâalmost hard to fuck into ya. Almost makes me wanna-â
âCum inside?âÂ
This earns you a punishing smack! on your bulging cunt, cool metallic rings of his burning into your skin. So sopping wet and struggling to expand your gummy walls around his expanding girth. Drawing out a dark chuckle from the depths of his chest, âReal funny, gorgeous. You and I both hah- know sâjusâ your hngh! cockdrunk mind talking.â
âNoooââ youâre tugging him in a desperate, vice-like grip to crash your lips against his. Whining against his lips, âSânot. Really really want you to cum inside, Sugu. Fâme - please? Like a good boy?âÂ
It was a little slip of your tongue - really - and you didnât expect anything more than another teasing slap to your cunt, maybe even a joke at your expense.
But what you didnât expect was for the sloppy cadence of Getoâs hips to falter just a bit. Youâre turning your head just in time to catch that glassy, far-away look in his eyes, jaw slacking open to let out a shocked gasp. You hear a sharp pop! from his toned hips before theyâre surging forwards to barrel your poor cunt with every weighty inch of his girth.Â
Over- and over and over- One large hand of his is catching around yours to squeeze - warningly. Letting out a strangled, âG-gorgeousâŠâ
Oh?Â
Brows quirking, youâre batting your lashes so syrupy slow, âAre you gonna be my good boy, Sugu? Make me a momma?â
Another lewd push and pull, having you bouncing back on Getoâs sharp hipbones with such loud smacks! of skin-on-skin. Ringing into the humid, heady air and wracking his body with almost-painful shivers.Â
âF-fuckââ Heâs struggling to find the words - to even think with his melty mess of a mind. Such a delicate blush burns at Getoâs scowling cheeks when youâre facing him with a surprised grin - one he hides by latching his lips onto the crook of your neck, hiding away the smile threatening at his plump lips. âGod- youâre gonna be the death of me. Donât you fuckin-â
Your firm grip grows even firmer, resolving to him choking in large, breathy exhales. âGood boy.â Craning your arm around deftly to cup his pretty cheek. âYouâre gonna do what I say, right?â
Shit, he was a goner.
It has the same effect, and once again, your big bad boyfriend is reduced back into a whiny mess. Heâs planting two strong legs on the drenched silken sheets to fully fuck his bullying cock all the way into the back of your plushy pussy.Â
Usually sharp tongue so heavy and slurring. Babbling out little pleas into the rhymically jiggling valley of your breasts - âOhhh yes- yes yes yes please let me- wanna- mâyour good boy, right? Let me cum inside, hngh shit! Wanâ you to take it- ah- a-all, make you a momma.âÂ
He lets out wet, feverish pants when you drag him close enough to moan that dangerous little word into his mouth. âPlease? Please let me?â Geto nuzzles his cheek into your soft palm, heady movements so slow. Syrupy - like he was moving through molasses. And itâs like he doesnât even realize what heâs doing when heâs popping one of your fingers into his mouth. Delicate pink lips looking so pretty - depraved - wrapped around your ring finger. âWanna knock you up- hah marry you.â His eyes roll to the back of his head, âPut a ring on this finger- nâ a baby in ya pretty pussy.â
Meeting that increasingly ruthless cadence by fucking back to memorize each thumping ridge, each prominent vein along his girthy shaft. Twitching. Angry. Heâs nodding - nodding so feverishly - tears crinkling glisteningly at the corners of his lids. âPlease- please call me that again. Let me make you a momma, please.â
You donât get to hear the rest of his sentence, because it only takes a few more solid, thorough swallows of his rummaging cock before heâs speechless. So fucking pussydrunk he canât piece together anything but your name followed by a slurred-out string of profanities. Close. Too close.Â
Staring into Getoâs heavy, half-lidded gaze, you whisper such a saccharine sweet, âThen, cum inside fâme like a good boy, Sugu.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âCrybaby.â
Itâs by the second orgasm that Choso feels a bit jittery, thighs quivering uncontrollably, chest heaving up and down in pained, ragged little gasps.Â
Itâs by the fourth that Choso feels nervous, he trusts you - of course, he does, youâre his sweet girl after all - and yet he canât help that churning heat in his pulse. Heavy balls squeezing weakly with each glide of your soft palm down his red, achingly stimulated length.Â
Itâs only by the fifth that Choso is sobbing, big fat tears trailing down to his glossy lips. Such a rosy red and bitten in worry, hips fucking up in jagged, mindless little grinds. Oh, it takes everything in Choso to not cling on desperately to your feverish hand right now - dwarfed by his sheer girth, so glossy with a thick sheen of precum - yet still dragging up and down relentlessly. Treating him like some toy.Â
âBabyââ your beloved boyfriendâs wet gasp catches in his throat when you swivel a curious thumb underneath his sensitive slit. Letting a fresh gush of his saturated precum glisten down to your wrist. âBaby baby baby- please. P-please, I donât think I can- ngh- give yâanymore.â
âI think you can.â your leveled hum cuts through his frantic pleas. âDonât you think? After all, you were so happy getting off to my panties like this, werenât you? Ruining them?â
Itâs like the very memory of his shameful act has Choso fucking his jerky hips up into your soft touch, arching his muscled back into a beautiful curve on your soaked bedsheets. Oh, how embarrassed he felt - how shameful, being caught in the very act by you, fingers deep in your panty drawer.Â
Despite his very obvious need, heâs shaking his barely-lucid head. Damp, dark tresses sticking to his sweat-glossed forehead, curtaining those glassy eyes. Slurring out, âFuck! Please mâsorry mâsorry I donât think- canât-â
So deceivingly innocently, youâre batting your lashes in a way that has his massive girth jolting ferally in your hand, âBut thatâs all I really want, Cho~?â
â...â
Leaning down, Choso could feel your mean smirk against his hotly flushed skin. Dragging up his salty trail of tears, kissing so gently meanwhile your next words made him think heâd pass out. Sultry, and whispered right against the shell of his ear, âThen we better make this last one count, right?â
âAh!â heâs yelping, large hands scrambling for the sheets - the headboard - you when you seat yourself so prettily on his splayed-out lap. Greedy cunt feeding into every long, solid inch of his achy cock in an easy glide. It felt so good - it hurt so good. Fuck, he thinks heâs gonna- Â â-die.â Choso rasps, jittery hands coming to rest at your waist. âThink mâgonna die- gonna- fuck fuck fuck-â
You didnât even have to think of moving, yet - because all it takes is for Chosoâs gushy tip to be swallowed up by your snug channel - the slightest taste of heaven, the slightest squeeze - before youâre being slammed down onto the plush mattress.
Breath puffing out of your lungs, gasping at the sheer stretch when your dangling legs are being thrown over Chosoâs broad shoulders. Wrapping tight into a vice-like grip when he folds you in half, down, down, down into the meanest mating press you didnât think either of you capable of.
But rationality was the last thing on Chosoâs mind, right now.Â
âBabyââ heâs hissing, fully sheathed inside your dripping cunt to that thick hilt of his. He gulps at the stars bursting behind his lids with each slow, lingering grind. Nuzzling into your touch, âBaby, canât b-believe youâve ahh- brought me to this state. Mâsorry hah- please forgive me.â
And you almost feel bad - that is, until Chosoâs swiping his fat tip against your spongy cervix. Still feeling every single pads of your fingers burning down his raw shaft every time your puffy cunt milks him tight. Heâs jutting in jerky, unmethodical little humps - feeling less human than just sheer need.Â
âW-well-â youâre gasping, when he gives such a ruthless smash into your bruisingly bulging g-spot. Bonelessly, you wrap your arms around his pale neck, tugging him in so close. A full-body shudder wracks through his entire body when you crane your glossy lips up to bite down on his ear lobe, â-how about you cum fâme again to make up for those three limited edition panties you stole.â
His jaw falls even more slack at your little sentence, a shiny trail of drool dripping from the corners of his ravaged lips.Â
âBaby, please.â heâs hissing, moving pistoning even sloppier into you as if on autopilot. A cracking ah! ah! ah! leaves Chosoâs mouth at every bullying crash against your g-spot, every dizzying thrust. âAnything else. Please please-â
Through his blurry vision, the blood roaring in his ears, Choso could make out your soft suckling kiss against his slack lips. âCum fâme, Cho.â
Maybe itâs that honeyed little nickname, maybe the way the curve of your thumb glides away his mess of syrupy saliva. Or maybe it was the way your velvety walls come to form around him so tight - squeezing almost meanly. Once. Twice.Â
Choso doesnât know - nor does he fucking care right now.
âF-fuck I canât believe-â his eyes snap so comically wide open, letting out such a long, drawn-out drawl of your name. Hips stuttering to smack forwards, â-mâcumming- shit, it hurts- it feels so good. Mâcumming mâcumming-â
Choso cums - in ghosting, wispy streams of almost-translucent fluid. Withering out into nothing, until his poor, overworked cock is spurting out just blank heavals. Cumming dry, the only signs of him fucking you through his high being that shaking in his thighs, that frantic twitching of his shaft - flinching to nudge into each dripping sweet spot inside you.Â
And his broken, pleading cries, âFuck- mâbuying you the hah- wh-whole store. Fuck- please, baby just-â Nudging his sobbing cock even deeper to brand at your cervix, â-just one more.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - TASTE
âYou little-â
âWhat?â youâre leering down at the great Ryomen Sukuna. Pink locks splayed out across the decadent silk sheets, pretty face framed so perfectly by your thighs. âCat got your tongue?â
âNot quite.â his long, rosy tongue licks a strip up your exposed skin. All the way up from about midway at your inner thigh to just the edges of your drippingly wet panties. Syrupy sweet, and see-through with all your juices. âYou really think this is gonna make me say sorry for uh-â
You have to stifle a low laugh when Sukuna cuts himself off with a ragged hitch of his breath. Sharp, cursed eyes widening - just a fraction - honing in to let his greedy tongue loll out. It takes him only a split-second to catch that droopy ooze of your slick, beading through your sopping slit and right onto the middle of his tastebuds.Â
âMmm-â heâs licking that lewd little gloss all over his lips without even a shred of abashedness. âWhere- uh where were we, brat?â
Without warning, youâre lacing your fingers through his surprisingly soft strands. Pulling - hard enough to make him groan - until the tip of Sukunaâs nose was just kissing at the lacy mound of your cunt.Â
âI believeâŠâ youâre smirking at the way thatâs all it takes for him to slide the thick seam of his tongue between the thin fabric of your panties. Red - to match his eyes. Not wasting even a second when he lets your honeyed sweet cunt drool all the way down to the back of his throat. âNot gonnna make him say sorryâ your ass. â-you were in the middle of apologizing for forgetting our little dinner date.â
You donât think he hears you - you donât even think he breathes. Because with one, final shuddering breath puffed out onto your quivering pussy, Sukuna is meshing his lips with yours in such a messy kiss. Fast, thirsty. Clashing against your swollen folds, slurping past your flimsy excuse of panties to latch around your throbbing clit. Heâs hollowing out his cheeks to give them harsh, methodical little sucks.Â
âShit- mmpf- fuck I always forget how sweet you are.â heâs rasping, two large hands coming up to spread the globes of your ass. Pushing you up, up, up to slobber all your saturated slick down the lower half of his face - his cheekbones. âCâmon now, ride my nose- hah, use me with this cute cunt like you always do.â
Fuck, was it tempting. And it takes everything in you to tug away his salivating mouth with a loud squelch! And if you didnât know any better, youâd have said that the infamous king of curses let out a whine - a whine - watching those delicate strings of spit and slick snap away when you hoist yourself off his greedy mouth. Â
âWhat the fuck, woman?â
âI told you, Kuna.â you whine out, as scoldingly as you can. Wrangling against those big beefy arms trying to desperately pull you back down, âYou hafta apologize.â
Youâre teetering precariously when Sukunaâs entire chest rumbles with a groan, eyes rolling so sassily. âWhat did you want me to do?â he clicks his tongue. Baring you with such dangerous fangs that glisten with your juices in the dim light. âHad to kill off some scum curses, sânot my fault. Mânot apologizing for- shit-â
Any and every retort is knocked out of his mean mouth at that heavenly sight of you running your trembly fingers between your puffed-up pussy lips. Pushing past your panties to run them up and down where your dripping wet cunt needed you most.Â
âOh?â youâre quirking a brow at how transfixed he was. Following that shuddering gulp when you roll your neglected clit between two fingers. âCat got your tongue now?â
His jaw slacks open when youâre teasing your winking hole, glossed-up and already so pliant with where Sukuna had just dipped the edge of his soft tongue inside. His mouth waters at the memory, âIââ
âOr is it that you just donât hah-â youâre arching your back even more to give him the perfect view. Fingers getting a bit more frenzied, circling around the very edge of that ring of muscle the way you knew he loved to do. â-want this-â Whining out, â-Kunaâ?â
That was it.
âFuck, sit-â Sukunaâs gritting out through clenched teeth. And when youâre only stagnating and hovering tempestuously in front of him, he wraps all four large arms around the small of your waist. â-fucking sit, woman.âÂ
Youâre squealing at the force of his inhuman strength, dragging you down unceremoniously onto his awaiting mouth. With this, heâs spitting on your cunt. Once. Twice. Three whole times to add to the glistening gloss that collected down your folds.Â
âMâsorry, see?â he goads pridefully. Oh, if anyone heard the cruel king of curses apologizing like this, theyâd faint. Giving the fat of your ass a branding smack! Hard enough that he could feel all five bumps of his sweltering fingers on your skin. âFuckinâ little- oh- spoiled little-â But Sukuna canât even finish his sentence - canât even think about it with his mind so saturated. Hot tongue mashing in to swerve and drag across those sweet spots hidden at your plushy walls. âSaid mâsorry, sâthis good enough for you?â
Your pussy such a sopping wet mess that Sukuna canât help but kiss again. And again. And again and again and- âSee mâsorry. Mâso, so sorry- fuck just never take this pretty pussy away from me, little brat.âÂ
And now youâre sure he lets out a whimper - raspy, and a few octaves higher than his usual baritone. So deep now that he was just cinching your pulsing clit across his sharp nose. Murmuring, âStop laughing- can feel ya shaking- before I cancel our dinner reservation for tomorrow. Mârenting out the whole fuckinâ restaurant, so ya better give me my fill.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Bed chem.
âIt wonât-â If you didnât know any better, youâd say that the great Gojo Satoru was pleading right now. Praying. Voice shot, pretty pink lips wobbly, pale hand raw and red from tugging on those fluffy handcuffs. Heâs pouting, âWonât work.â
He was so picture-perfect, restrained tight to the headboard with those customized handcuffs youâd ordered. Blinking his weepy, blue eyes droopily, slurring words that were all bark and no bite.Â
Youâre rolling your eyes, giving his spit-glossed lips a lingering little peck, âDidnât think you were such a pussy, Toru?â
âF-fuck who are you calling a-â It makes your cunt absolutely drip with a fresh wave of honeyed juices when you give his sensitively overworked shaft another thorough glide of your drooling walls. Meshing your pussy lips with the very hilt of his angry, red cock. âPlease- fuck when youâre riding me like that, sweetheart.â heâs yanking frantically on those restraints as if to hold onto your feverishly gliding body. âThink- hngh! Think I really will explode-â
âOh?â youâre cutting through his babbles, eyes flitting over his powerful arms, those glassy eyes that just seemed to glow in the dim bedroom lighting. âI knew I wasnât seeing things, so you do think that- ah- your powers are linked to you-â
Your thoughts are spiraling into a gooey mess when Gojoâs uncontrollably strengthened thighs leverage themselves on the silken mattress to just rut up into your squelching pussy.Â
âJusâ wanna see, Toru.â youâre huffing, reaching a hand behind your ruthless hips to palm at his painfully squeezing balls. Rolling the soft pad of your thumb over the curve of their straining texture - just the way he liked it, âWanâ you to cum fâme. Just wanna see.â
âUsing all your dirty tricks-â heâs spitting, mouth sagging open to let you plant a few somewhat apologetic kisses down Gojoâs face. âI canât-â Another harsh buck of his hips, and with such a loudly pornographic mewl heâs bullying his overwhelmed cock up, up, up to swerve into your neverendingly sloppy staccato - right into your sweet spots. âFine- fucking fine- hah- use me. Use me for whatever- just, please. Fuck I just wanna cum- pleaseââ
Youâre very quickly realizing that those handcuffs can do nothing to restrain Gojo Satoru. In fact, the only reason theyâre still on him unscathed was purely out of indulging in your cute little play.Â
Gifting you with such a sexily cocksure grin he tries to mask away his furious flush, his trembling voice with, âN-no, mânot a- hngh! Mânot some grade 4 sorcerer. Iâm the fuuuck- strongest, why would my powers go out of control when I cum- fuck-
Gojoâs blabbering mouth is cut off with each gripping slide down his achy cock. Molding your plushy walls to each of his eager twitches, so fucking massive that you had to balance your hands on your boyfriendâs broad deltoids to even have him reach each hidden deep spot inside you.Â
It makes him throw his head back, it makes him cry out, it makes him whine.Â
And it only takes a few more churning strokes of Gojoâs hips, a few more critical mashes into the spongy bullseye of your g-spot before youâre cumming. So hard that you donât even realize it at first.Â
Gojo does, though - of course, he does - fighting back against the velvety cling of your cunt to fuck you into the desk so deeply. So purposefully that he can almost feel every indented bruise of his fat tip hitting against your slick cervix, your bouncy g-spot. Wave after wave having you milking the fucking soul out of him and-
âFuck mâgonna-â heâs whining, hips stuttering upwards like theyâre pained to pull back from your heavenly pussy. If even just to thrust his greedy length all the way back in. Gojoïżœïżœïżœs breaths come out in ragged pants, chest heaving up and down. Somehow, the hairs on your body raise, and you can feel that familiar tension of pressurized atoms. âCanât hah- last much longer. Fuck- please. Mâclose- gonna cum gonna-â
That sobbing little divot at the end of his angry, thick head just bursts with thick, long ribbons upon ribbons of sloshing white cum. Gliding across every inch of your tight pussy, coating all your insides in a creamy color that was so Gojo.Â
Itâs so much - dripping down the corners of your bulging slit in oozing little dredges, making such a mess of your rapidly overfilling cunt. Almost too much - it felt like you could explode.Â
Youâre almost missing that familiar little flash of blue lightning at the corner of Gojoâs pussydrunk eyes. Glowing and almost falling shut with just how fucking good it felt to have your milky cunt sloshing full of his seed. The thought- the thought makes him-
Youâre gasping when the lamp by your sloppy bed starts flickering so dangerously, once. Twice. Before bursting into tiny shards that flick at the both of you - only to be stopped, falling to the surrounding blankets just a few centimeters short like they were hit by an invisible wall.
âT-Toruââ the sound of your voice makes something in Gojoâs heating body raise its dark, feral head. And he only wrenches out of those pathetic handcuffs to wrap two big, strong arms around your waist. Face burying into your skin, fucking up into you over and over and-
CREAK!Â
The bed groans at his rough cadence, so loud even over the dragging wooden noises of some of the furniture nearby inching forward like they were briefly tugged by some magnetizing force - Gojo.Â
Bingo.
And itâs like something snaps because youâre jolted with a sharp spark of electricity. White-hot pleasure blissing down your entire limp body, and suddenly your high feels like itâs being repeated over and over and-
âHey- hey, sweetheart?â Gojoâs voice sounds so far away. Lazily, your heavy lids blink back your vision - when did it even become hazy? â...yâknow how every science experiment has about five trials?â
â...â
A/N. I donât want to write a longer version of Gojoâs but the demons in me want to write a longer version of GojoâsâŠ
Plagiarism not authorized.
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#showered but got suddenly so tired and dizzy and sad after i got out i had to lie down on the bathroom tiles for 20 mins :-(#feelinf very weird and bad. just combo of med crash and probably an incoming cold and still emotionally recovering from the last month#its ok i have ice cream. and going to bed in half.an hour đ#and was brave and unmuted chat to plan a movie night this week bc i have to make myself talk to them again#even tho im still struggling to believe thry care or want me around the only way to believe that is to spend time with them#and the only way to do that is to organise it myself bc they wont reach out#crazy how easy it is to disappear from ppls lives. i can never understand ppl who romanticise moving country and changing ur name and#starting over like u dont need to do all that u can reset everything to square one right where u are for free. and it sucks#so dont do it. my advice đ#its fine not giving in not giving up im helping my future self out even if i dont want to right now im not losing everything again#ourgh i need to find some paracetamol. and a blanket. i hope this passes by thurs so i feel up for climbing#im just so tired of feeling so alone. and so tired in general so all of this is just nonsense straight from the cranberry bog#.diaries#I WANT. A HUG!!!!! *starts throwing things arounf my room with telekinesis*
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